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561 | 2021-01-16 | GuildTextChat | [
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "The road seemed clear so early in the morning, the newborn sun kissing the green fields ahead. To welcome its pleasant shimmer, birds gathered on the trees the path hid between. They sang a majestic serenade in sync, brightening the mood like the dawn. No one but Juna and her pet could be heard.\n\nSilence followed once the jackal distanced himself from his owner and got lost in the nearby woods. Juna enjoyed the peace spawned by nature. That was, until she was surprised. Something swiftly zoomed past her, its rapid movement causing a whistle. It whizzed by her being, so close that the tiny wind current it carried with its motion fanned Juna's hair back.\n**Thud!**\nJuna could hear the object drill into the tree besides her. If she turned to observe, she would see an arrow - its wooden base still rattling erratically as a consequence from its impact. The shot arrived from her right, where woods could camouflage assailants. Any normal person would reckon it impossible to find out who did the shooting. Yet she was no normal person.\n\nWith her predatory eyes she spot it - an iron shaft, protruding from a bark a few trees back. It reflected the sunshine subtly with its tip, which was enough exposure for the canifor. Juna was out in the open, any cover too far away. She appeared out of options, save for sprinting away with hope that she'd survive.\n\n\"Ah!\" A high pitched moan echoed from the shooter's location, their weapon banging against the grass. A gloved hand stretched from out the corner, the fingers trembling fiercely in a plead for help. It struggled some more before it numbed, collapsing in the end. A new stench would overwhelm the surroundings, one in particular that a hunter would be quick to recognize - **Blood**.\n\nThe path quieted down. With muffled steps a new figure appeared. They carried the body, slumped over their shoulder with no sign of resistance. The same glove from before was on its hand. A deep wound bled from its neck, not much else recognizable from that distance. As for the carrier, they were tall. Their looks were unreadable for a lengthy dark cloak covered their person and a black coif - their face. \n\nThey moved the body, blood leaking a trail behind. After reaching Juna their face was easy enough to see - she had a talent to see in the dark after all. It was a man who had flawless skin, a quality analogous to silnari, and glossy brown eyes that portrayed a sense of innocence. He had a rather sharp jawline and a gloomy expression. A strong aroma emanated from him, sweet and soft like lavender. With each breath it would assuage more, giving the already charming man even more appeal.\n\nWith a faint spring of his legs he flung the fetched one off of his shoulder and onto the ground between them. The body was a woman, who differed with naught to a plain forest bandit. Judging by the injury she suffered, she was most likely a corpse by now.\n\nThe newcomer spoke in a soft growl. *\"Even hunters get in trouble sometimes, hm?\"* He bowed his head elegantly. *\"Lucien.\"* The man raised his head again, keeping his hood on."
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna had froze upon the moment as the arrow flew past her, dangerously close to have missed something fatal. She had to react, quick, and yet she didn't. Bringing herself to turn in the direction the arrow flew, she caught sight of the weapon used for murderous intent. The owner of it, however, remained parallel to which the arrow had landed. Her ears turned back as she heard the sound of scuffling on the other side of the path only for it to be followed by the metallic scent of blood. She scrunched up her nose, not out of sickening sense of it, but rather from the knowledge that it most likely came from anything other than an animal she could have simply hunted. \n\nThat's when she saw it or rather him. A rather tall figure coming into view of her with the culprit upon his shoulders before flinging the corpse to the ground with a seeming lack of care. Her gaze traveled down to the bloodied bandit before it climbed up to meet the face of her supposed rescuer. Shielded by a hood, it appeared, though it didn't hide much of his facial features from her.\n\nThe strong scent from him drowned out her nose, causing what would have been a more sense of calm over her had not the action that had taken place before happened. Who was this strange newcomer that managed to save her at the right moment? To her point of view, it could have minor coincidence, that is if she gave him the benefit of the doubt. However, that didn't leave her wondering if she just got caught in the middle of a fight already occurring. That seemed to happen a lot around here, maybe it was best that she remained cautious.*\n\n*She watched as the man bowed, speaking his name in such elegance that left her wondering if she was meant to do the same. Should she bow and introduce herself as well or perhaps thanking him would be better. Her ears fell back on her head, a type of bow in her own way yet lacking in the elegance department.*\n\n\"I... Don't know what to say...\" *She said quietly, with a silent pause that followed. From a distant, the rapid beating of paws could be heard, signifying that Jace had found the stick again which Juna could only guess what would come of him once the blood scent reached.*\n\n\"I... Guess I should have payed attention more...\" *She finished with a lack of defense for her carefree behavior in a world that didn't encourage it. Juna should have been more watchful, that at least was true. However, Jace was the only one of the duo who would always transfix himself with being on guard around everyone he meets.*"
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "The man inspected the canifor in more detail, from her figure and apparel to her demeanor and reactions. Lucien smirked in response to her awkward bow, amused by her infantile aura. He shook his head and clicked his tongue. *\"This isn't a test, there isn't something specific you need to say.\"* The hooded one slightly tilted his head once he heard the steps of paws, yet focused on Juna shortly after. *\"You're an innocent one, aren't you? Perhaps start with your name.\"*\n\nHe raised his chin slightly once he finished, expecting her answer attentively. With her enhanced sight of the dark, she could study his face clearly. If she looked the other in the eyes, she would notice a temporary shift, unnatural in its design. Their gleaming brown color burned dark for a moment, impulsively so. They had transformed completely, black in color with a faint tint of violet. That was all temporary, for a moment after it returned to brown. The process didn't seem intentional, perhaps a mishap due to various reasons Lucien's face remained deadpan, as if all that happened was a fruit of Juna's imagination.\n\nThe jackal announced his approach, yet he was not the only one. Clip-clop sounded from their side, for a few moments later another being entered the scene. A glorious black stallion walked his way towards them slowly. His muzzle was straightened upright, pushing his chest out proudly. The horse carried a saddle, a bag and a long curved blade by its side. It neighed towards Lucien and came to a stop. Its black mane bent sideways by the light morning breeze, blowing the hair that covered his radiant black eyes away. If Juna knew her way around hourses it would be easy to guess that his breed was a courser.\n\nAfter hearing her out, supposing that she gave an answer, the male approached the mount and raised his hand. Slithering past the edges of the cloak, his grey sleeved hand scratched the horse's nose teasingly, the animal pushing against the palm playfully in response. Lucien then moved to its side and hauled himself onto its back with help of the stirrup. He grunted quietly upon landing on top, a thump of steel resounding in sequence. He held onto the leashes and tapped his boot into the horse's side. The creature grumbled in response and walked forward slowly. It froze next to Juna. Lucien reached his hand out to her, smiling genuinely. *\"I see that you were going to the town nearby. I have work there, I can drop you off if you'd like.\"*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*'Innocent one?' The thought had crossed her mind as he had said it, causing an irritable twitch of her ear. Though as true as it might be, she wouldn't like to see herself end up with such a reputation. Maybe staying in the forest was a good idea for her, seeing as whenever she leaves, a problem always stirs up. Though she wouldn't speak out, she was never the one to in a moment like this. Instead, she quietly responded with:*\n \n\"My name... It's... Juna...\" *As she said that, her Jackal would come into view, catching sight of them. The stick in his jaws instantly fell to the ground as he would let out a low growl to both Lucien and now the horse who had made its way over here.\n\nJuna bent down to pick up her Jackal and pet him atop his head, which of course would only serve to encourage his feeling of aggression to this newcomer, however she hoped the calm demeanor would be enough to get him to relax in her arms.*\n\n*She looked up at the horse as it drew close to her, finding herself taking a couple of steps back. It wasn't her first time coming across one of these rather large creatures, though she had never found herself coming ever so close to one. As she saw him hold his hand out to her, she lowered her gaze and said:*\n\n\"Sorry I just... I've never rode on a... Horse before...\" *She said, with pauses in between her words as if she had to think it over. A quick trip to town would be nice, though she already saw what had happened the moment she had let her guard down. The horse seemed friendly enough though, despite the strange aura this newcomer was giving off. Juna couldn't quite put her finger on it. It wasn't the scent or the tone, or frankly his appearance. Though he seemed off in some way, something to which remained somewhat hidden below his hooded self. Part of Juna was telling her maybe it was best that she went her own way, though the other part said that there could be other assassins out here with her quickest way to town being an arms' reach away.*\n\n\"I... Don't know...\" *She said debatably to both herself and Lucien.*"
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "The demon's head rose somewhat as she recognized the figure atop the hill close to immediately. She took of her student's apparently excited horse as she slowed her steed to a stop as he approached. Her eye narrowed somewhat as she took in the elf's injured appearance and somewhat grim expression. The woman initially averted her eye from his gaze, she really didn't know what to say or what to do after what had happened between them.\n\nA sort of awkward tension hung in the air, until the man spoke. That wasn't to say Ikari wanted it to be so, and more so that she didn't know how to even attempt to break the ice or try to fix what had been seemingly broken between the two. She couldn't hide the smile on her face or the laugh she let out to his tease, \"Oh? I don't think your parents would be all that approving of a demon, besides you know an *Oh-so sophisticated* Drow woman with an utter *MASTERY* Of courting.\" She'd tease back, turning her gaze to meet his with a warm smile a mix of sarcasm and genuine relief in her tone as the elf broke the ice for her.\n\n\"But yes, if your parents won't execute you, I'd love too. Probably as a macen, but yes.\" She'd add on shortly afterwards, somewhat more seriously. Her eye narrowed somewhat as she inspected the elf more closely, letting out a sigh as she did so, \"What did you do to end up beat up and sulky?\" She'd question her student, tilting her head slightly, brow furrowing and smile dropping some what. There was a mix of genuine concern and a bit of frustration as she assumed the elf did something reckless without her around to stop him, something she'd probably blame on herself. She'd twist to better face him in the saddle, her body being more turned towards him."
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien chuckled, his smirk turning to a full smile. He was different compared to the past - if there was one person who could tell best, undoubtedly it would be Ikari. The curse seemed much more powerful, almost overwhelming. At the same time it felt steady. Perhaps her student had much greater mastery over it? Nevertheless his gaze towards his teacher had a kindness otherwise inexistent. His horse approached her. The elf placed his icy hand on hers, gently pulling the lead of her mount as his advanced forward. He did so to make her turn to follow his direction, feeling her rough fist in the meantime.\n\nOnce the vampire let go his steed slid to the side, allowing hers to properly spin.\n*\"A woman like her might seem appropriate for a night's endeavor, but that's as far as it gets. You, on the other hand, are different.\"*\nAs she suggested which form she should use, he clicked his tongue. *\"My parents are well-known horse masters in the Irtutian League, Ik. They work with all sorts of people and are quite open-minded. Even if they weren't, I'd still prefer your real self over the macen - so that is how I'll introduce you to them.\"*\n\nHe remained silent after, only the clops of Roy's hooves audible. The elf turned with an arched brow as she questioned.\n*\"Ah, you know me. Can't stay away from trouble for too long. Nothing to worry about, my dear.\"* He grinned. The man seemed unusually happy to see her.\nLucien then turned away, a faint red color going to his cheeks. He spoke nervously. *\"What worries is me is what's to come... I haven't met my parents for many years now. I wonder how they'll react, if they'll consider me a proper adult. I hope to conceal my vampirism somehow, but I'm afraid my siblings will catch me. They always exposed me in the worst way possible when I was a k—\"* He paused. The man snickered and covered his face with a palm. *\"What am I saying? That was when we were teenagers... Life must be different now.\"* He looked ahead with excitement.\n_ _\n\n*\"I can't wait, Ik. To see them again. Ever since... Tamai... I've wanted to just see my family so much. To have mom's cooking, to talk history with dad. Hell, even my annoying siblings are amazing sometimes.\"* He faced her. *\"And what better way to meet them than introducing them to the person dearest to me, right?\"* A tinge of brown broke through the penumbra that enveloped his irises - revealing the same innocent man she had sympathized long ago.\nLucien opened his eyes wider, realizing that he had started babbling his inner thoughts like a five year old. He shook his head frantically.\n*\"Right, sorry. How have you been? I've wanted to hear about you for so long.\"*"
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "She'd take note of her student's mastery, or if not that at least far better control of his vampirism, which brought even more of a smile to her face to see his improvement. The woman didn't mind his touch, no matter how cold it might've been. \n\nShe'd listen intently to the vampire's speech about his parents, before shortly replying, \"Just... Are you sure? Don't really want to cause a scene or get you disowned for bringing in some kind of monster.\" There was doubt in her voice, and her face also reflected uncertainty, a slight tilt of her head and raised brow.\n\nThe woman grinned as she listened to the man babble on about his family, warmth filling her face. She missed this side of him especially, the innocent stable boy she met that day that had ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time. She'd immediately meet his rambling with a light squeeze of his hand, removing her hand from the reins, \"You'll be fine, I promise. You've matured and grown plenty. And if it makes you feel any better, I'll make sure none of them tease you too badly, alright?\" She'd smirk as she replied, cutting him off in his somewhat worry filled babbling as well as teasing him lightly.\n\nThe demon was somewhat caught off guard by his final comment. She didn't expect such a heartfelt comment, and her eye widened and her demeanor dropped somewhat in surprise. If the crimson skinned woman was capable of visibly blushing, she might have. She'd take a deep breath to regain her composure in the next instance, somewhat flatly retorting with \"Uh, Well, I'd love to meet them too!\" It was the best she managed to coherently string together after being caught off guard by his comment without stammering.\n.\n\nShe took the next moment to further regain her fortitude, letting out a light sigh as her smile returned. She'd reply quite simply with, \"It's been alright, honestly not really the same without you though. I've met some people, some more worth looking into than others which we might find useful.\" She took on a more serious tone in response to his inquiry. \n\nShe'd shortly follow up with, \"Now, can we actually talk about what happened to you, or *Back then*, your choice on which to handle first.\" Her one eyed gaze met his, and her tone kept up it's seriousness. It was clear she wasn't going to let him blow off all the cuts covering his body as nothing, and she clearly didn't want to just leave what happened in the past between them to fester either."
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "The elf chuckled with a shake of his head. *\"As persistent as ever, hm? Some things never change.\"* He cleared his throat and massaged his neck. The wounds were clearly getting better in a much shorter time period than they would before. *\"I suppose I should start with the chronological order.\"* Lucien inhaled deeply and then sighed, easing the pressure built up in his chest. He seemed prepared, having thought about it for a while. *\"I messed up hard, didn't I? I thought that maybe provoking you a bit would make you rage, make you take it all out and ultimately feel better. I didn't realize how gravely it would actually provoke you... Why didn't I, honestly? What the hell was I thinking? I still wonder about it to this day... Last time I didn't get a proper chance, but,\"* The man faced the woman besides him, genuinely pouting. *\"I'm sorry, Ikari. This was the one way I didn't want it all to go. Also, please don't apologize for what happened in the tavern. What you did was only fair and it is all in the past.\"*"
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien's eyes stretched as she shared the solution to her troubles - him being there. His eyelids shivered as he frowned in a realization. She wished for something so simple, yet he had complicated everything with his reckless behavior. Once she looked away in discomfort of having opened up so vulnerably, his frigid hand took the side of her head. He dragged it closer to his chest, as much as was possible while both of them were on horseback. He caressed her white hair, brushing through her strands. *\"You'll always be precious to me, Ik, always. Never forget that.\"* The elf released her before she could feel strained and then distanced himself with his mount. After a short pause in which he grasped how honest he had become as well, the vampire resorted to a tease as always.\n\n*\"Even when you ruin my chances with dark elves every now and then.\"* He smirked and looked at her. *\"Not only that, but you reject my advances towards you too. And you're still precious to me, think about that.\"*\nThe elf managed to contain his chuckle and then upped Roy's pace. *\"I won't question the topic again. Now I know how you feel, which is enough for me.\"* He concluded.\n*\"You see, I'm just that kind of a person. If you are so close to me, I need to know everything about you. I'm not sure if I was always this way or vampirism changed me, but whenever I feel positive emotions towards someone I need to devour all about them. Their vulnerabilities, secrets, stories... Among other things, all of it. Perhaps you'll say that it's obsessive, perhaps I already consider it such. That is why I insisted back then, but knowing your honest feelings sates my thirst for now either way.\"*\nHe shared his own view as well before quieting down."
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "Ikari was caught off guard by her student's sudden grasp of her head. It took her a moment to realize what was happening and she relaxed somewhat upon feeling his caress. She didn't really know what to say in response to his incredibly kind sentiment, being more than a little surprised. That wasn't to say she didn't enjoy it however, a definitive smile marked her face at his understanding and care.\n\nShe took a deep breath, regaining her composure as the elf let go, as she immediately met his tease back, \"And I care just as much for you, not letting you sleep with cattle is the *Least* I could do.\" A smirk grew on her face as she shortly continued on, \"Besides, you're actually attractive and sweet, you can do way better than *Me* Or a fucking cow.\" The demon replied with a coy smile, casting her one eye over at the elf.\n\nThe demon attentively listened to him talk about himself, and his desire for knowledge about his companions. \"Right well, *Maybe* One day I'll be able to talk a bit more willing about, uh, specifics of what happened back then. I don't think it's that obsessive or weird to be curious about the people you care about, either. No need to put yourself down.\" She'd reply, her tone initially somewhat uncertain as she talked more of her condition, but quickly grew more firm and confident as she addressed his desires, attempting to be comforting to an extent.\n\n\"Now, how about those scratches covering you?\" She'd ask as her hands moved to the reigns to pick up the pace to keep along side him."
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "The elf's forehead creased at her joke. *\"And who are you to decide whether I find you attractive or not, hm?\"* He asked. His tone was rash and cutting. After a short pause the man chuckled, pressing the tip of his fingers against his temples. His voice returned to its eloquent smug. *\"Whoops, perhaps I sounded a bit more heated than I would have liked. Forget about that.\"* The vampire cleared his throat with a slight shiver in his voice. \n\n*\"As for Harley, she wasn't that bad at all. I know you'd rather I spend nights with the same person, maybe once they've proven challenging beforehand, but I'm not capable of having a romantic relationship.\"* He faced her as his lips quirked into a lopsided smile, one spawned of irony. *\"Look at me, do you think I'm able to settle down and think about a future with someone else?\"* His eyes darted towards her own, hawkish in nature with their darkly sinister visage. They flickered towards his gloved hand after, which was sprung out with the palm facing the sky.\n\n*\"I can't even look at my hand during daytime. I have to hide from the warm kiss of the sun, or I'll be burned like a child of the devil. All this... I'm sacrificing this among many other essentials for revenge. I've been so obsessed with it, so close to the line, that I fear that one wrong move will be the end of my sanity. That is partly why I'm so excited to meet my parents again... Perhaps I can feel whole one more time.\"*\nThe struggler met her gaze. Hope dawned on his pale face as he smirked once again.\n\n*\"Yet speaking of revenge, it is good that you reminded me with your question.\"*\nLucien's hand cowered under his cape. His fingers released a silent clap upon grasping something. Without any warning he flung his arm out. It launched a head which dropped a few feet ahead. The flesh bounced off of the cobblestone and rolled to the side due to the uneven nature of the road. Mist broke out of the skin as it seared audibly. That could only mean one thing - a vampire.\n\n*\"That is two of their accomplices dead. I'm still far from nailing down who the actual members are, nor have I gained any information on Elise or Ezekiel. I wonder if they lied about their names. Either way, now I have a source. And I mean the deepest source one can get in Silnaria - **The Revenant and his crew**.\"* The man paused, preparing for a potential tantrum from Ikari. She must have been well aware how dangerous working with such folk could be."
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien remained silent as she reminded him the never-ending path of ambition they had set off on. His black hair shook up and down from the wiggle of his mount. He frowned and turned his face away. The grimaces shifted on his face, yet nonetheless he didn't interrupt. Once she finished her speech, he raised his chin albeit his gaze not matching hers. Instead his demonic eyes were set on the radiant horizon, the one that caused him such pain to observe. *\"My current lifestyle helps me cope. It is true, I'd prefer living a life with you, but that is if I was able to. You're right, Ik, but also wrong. It isn't only sometimes. **Never.** I'm never in the right mind anymore. For who treads onward towards the void and towards their own demise for the sake of vengeance? I imposed this necessity on myself, although a part of me knows all too well there comes nothing good of revenge. Nonetheless, I continue forward.\"* He turned to face the oni.\n\n*\"Only a man who has lost his sanity can do that. I might be many things, but oblivious to the truth is not one of them. I play by the rules of this world, and this world is against what I am like. And so I lose myself every day as I become a clearer figure of what I have to be. I'm already unable to love properly as a result, let alone for the future. I'm afraid by the end of this... You won't even recognize me. But it is the only way I can pursue my goals and be strong enough to protect you, Kojima and whoever else joins us. I'm well aware you can stand up for yourself, but I'm not so sure about the rest.\"* He stopped and looked down at Roy. His hand ran through the mane of the horse. The vampire sighed. *\"I'm afraid I'll never be able to do more than satisfy my lust as a temporary escape.\"*\n\nAgain, he allowed the enchanting melody the birds sang to ease the tension. After a few moments, he continued.\n\n*\"Alright. I'll do my best to inform you about the skeleton of my plans. I can't guarantee I won't go off on my own sometimes, but I'll be more open to your advice as well.\"* His stern expression broke into a smile. *\"But now, we'll put revenge and nations behind for a while. We're going on our own hiatus, just for the two of us and my family. Who knows, if they like you too much they might force me to wed you despite all I said.\"* Lucien raised his hand and pinched her cheek with a grin.\nThe two carried onwards towards the Irtutian League..."
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"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "It was a dark and windy night. The trees tussled and the leaves rustled, and the moon did not shine through the clouds. If one did not look up they would see nothing, and even looking up they wouldn't see much besides a small bright spot where the moon should be. To those with a nose for weather, it smelled like rain.\n\nThe Drama felt the wind play with his suit, and listened as the trees sang him a song. He closed his eyes, just for a moment, and let the world around him fall away. He thought back to why he came here. It was on his mind the entire way, but he didn't mind repeating it in his head again. He was on a trip to the winery one day to pick up a bottle of the world's finest Silnarian wine, as he had run out a few days prior, when he overheard a conversation. It was between the merchant who imported the wine and various other goods to Salvania and one of his other customers. Not many details were important to him, the conversation was about the actions of the vampiric cults (He hated them all; *Dreary, angsty fellows...* He thought), but one stood out to him. A family of monster hunters lived a day's walk away. \n\nHow splendid.\n\nMonster hunters were a group that the Drama didn't have much experience with. He had never really fought one, nor had he even so much as spoke to one. Now, though, he had the perfect chance to observe this interesting specimen. He chuckled to himself softly, and opened his eyes to the dark sky. He himself could see, of course, as he had a crude form of night vision. He used this to navigate through the forest to the cottage he was in search of and peak on the folks inside. \n\nWhen he looked in, he saw..."
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"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*There was a Kitsune laying on a bed inside. It was a nice bed, at least, it was compared to most. Likely stuffed with feathers. His hair lay strewn across the sheets, its raven-like sheen shining in the small amount of moonlight that came in threw the window. His body was bathed in sweat, despite the cold temperature outside, and he wasn't wearing a shirt. He faced away from the window, but his twitching ears signaled that he was likely awake. There was a nasty looking scar on his left shoulder blade, and it looked as if something had come out through it from the other side...*"
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"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "If the Drama wasn't trying to be quiet he would chuckle. He soaked in every beautiful detail of the scene. Truly, it was fascinating. He thought to himself, what could one possibly be doing up this late at night? Was he worried of monsters? Was he kept awake by the unkindly weather? Questions and possible answers raced through the Drama's head as the sight of this new, never-before-seen beast filled his eyes. He began to wander, too: Where was his family? Wasn't this supposed to be a group of hunters? He looked around but, alas, he saw nothing. Was he awake to await their return? Or...\n\nWas his gossip untrustworthy?\n\nAfter all, this cabin would be a rather tight fit for a whole band of monster hunters... Even more strange. He decided that the only answers to his questions lay in front of him, and the only way to get them was to patiently wait and observe. He smiled and held back a chuckle as he continued to silently view Ishikawa's daily, or, rather, nightly life."
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"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The Kitsune slowly rose, sitting up on the bed. He stretched his shoulders slightly, rolling them. He still didn't face the window, but his hands would shake as he picked something up, it wasn't clear what it was. He reached for something else and soon smoke rose up in front of him, lazily making its way about the room. The figure made a motion as if he were wincing in pain, taking a puff of whatever he was holding as smoke billowed out in front of him.* \n\n*In the far corner of the room, a shape began to move. It was quite large, becoming bigger as it continued to shift, until a great flapping of wings could be heard, and it would land on the bed besides the man. A hawk of some sort. Ishikawa turned his head slightly, and his face was finally in view, at least partially. A fresh scar ran across his nose, accompanied by several old pox scars that dotted his face. His eyes were a piercing blue, with silver flecks encapsulated within. An almost permanent blush dotted his face, though it wasn't entirely clear, as his eyes were dilated as well. Opium was likely. He gently patted the creature on the head, smiling softly.*"
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"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "A druggy, too! How exhilarating! Not to mention, he had a pet- a bird of prey, of course. Nothing else would quite fit a hunter of vile creatures than the swift and deadly creatures of the sky. The Drama did slightly back away from the window, as he didn't want a second hand high, but would remain close enough to continue his observations. He also wouldn't notice Ishikawa's eye color, as his night vision was only in very muted, almost black and white tones. To him, Ishikawa's eyes were nothing more than a pale gray. He did learn, though, why the hunter was \"Asleep\" At such an hour, and it seemed obvious to him now. He also took it that the man had a soft spot, rather surprising for what he initially thought to be a cold, heartless hunter.\n\nHe then had an idea. It was a risky idea, but an idea nonetheless. He decided he would enter the house. Silently, he scouted the perimeter of the house, hoping to find another window far enough from Ishikawa to not be noticed climbing in. He noticed a kitchen and parlor, and both had windows. He decided that the parlor would be the best to climb into. So, he crept up to it, slid it ever-so-slowly open, and stepped through with care. What little noise he did make was made null by his silent perk.\n\nAs he got into the house, he noticed that the smell of opium was even more thick inside than out. He tried to breathe through his mouth rather than his nose, which wasn't hard, as breaking personal habits to get into character is one of the biggest things required to become an actor. He basically *Had* No habits... Besides his chuckle. He began to look around the parlor, examining every nook and cranny he could for any interesting details about Ishikawa. He wanted to know more about this person, and knew that just watching him get high and pet his animals wouldn't get him any closer to his goal."
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"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The parlor was furnished with nice furniture. Not the most luxurious mind you, but certainly better than the common persons. It would make sense, being a Monster Hunter had to be a dangerous job, one that would warrant making a good amount of money. There was a couch covered in faded velvet, and a good sized fireplace. The room was mostly open, and the wall next to it would lead into the kitchen, though there was also a hallway on the outside as well. A bear skin rug lay on the floor, and there was a bookshelf that lined one of the far walls. It was covered in tomes and other sorts of odds and ends, novels. However, most were covered in dust, as if they had not been touched in a while. In fact, most of the room was covered in a fine layer of dust. He didn't seem like he spent much time here..*"
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"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "The Drama couldn't help it anymore, and he let out a habitual chuckle. It was a quiet chuckle, mind you, quiet enough to be muted by his silence, but it was a chuckle nonetheless. He simply found the room very, very amusing. An entire room that only existed to look good and collect dust... What a horrid fate. Though, the Drama couldn't blame Ishikawa for not wanting to enter the room. He found the decor to be a bit gaudy and distasteful. He found the use of animal skin as decor to be disrespectful. However, he didn't judge Ishikawa for it. After all, he clearly didn't use the room. Maybe he forgot it was there. It was also in character for one who hunts for a living to show off an impressive kill- and impressive it was. Bears were large- the Drama knew that if he got into a fight with one in the wild he would have to be a bit more careful than normal to ensure he make it out without damaging his clothing.\n\nRegardless, since the room clearly told him nothing else of Ishikawa's self aside from the fact that he wasn't particularly fond of reading and he had a bit of money to spare, he decided to move on in his search. He decided to leave a small token of his presence as he left, writing a small heart (<3) and smiley face (c:) in the dust on the fireplace's mantle. After all, he left footprints, he wanted Ishikawa to know they were from a curious investigator rather than a malicious intruder.\n\nAs he made his way into the kitchen, he would notice..."
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"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The kitchen was small, with only about enough space for a dining table and a few chairs, as well as a basin, a counter, and whatnot. He didn't seem to expect many visitors, given he only had 2 chairs at his table, and it wasn't the prettiest. It had once had a nice stain to it, but it was now marred with scratches and the like. On the rafters hung dried various dried herbs and flowers, and on the walls hung a few pans. They seemed like they had been used somewhat, but not as much as one would expect. A basket of eggs was on one of the counters, likely from the small chicken coop outside. Though, still, it seemed like this room was relatively untouched, as homely as it may seem. It seemed barren, though there were odds and ends scattered about. The Drama would likely hear the door to the bedroom creak open in the hallway, though no footsteps were heard...*\n\n~~Maybe I'll make Ishikawas house in The Sims, I'm not good at describing furniture~~\n\n~~Maybe later ;-;~~\n\n~~game no work, I forgot~~"
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"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "The Drama *Did* Hear the bedroom door creak open, and was quite weary of the footsteps, but would continue to focus on his investigation rather than worry too much about possible danger. His major notice was the smell. It smelled *Far* Better than the rest of the house (to him, at least) as the opium was mostly drowned out by the dried herbs and flowers, along with the residual smells of any dish cooked prior to his arrival. A pleasant smell indeed, and a refresher from the dense smell of drugs. The Drama also noticed the eggs, and connected them to the coop outside. He smiled and nodded. Of course, he was the lone wolf type. A self sufficient figure who needed none but the resources he could gain himself. How fitting of a hunter. \n\nThe Drama's weariness *Would* Get the better of him, though, because, as he concluded his investigation of the kitchen, he would quietly begin to crawl back out of the window. He didn't intend to leave for good, but he certainly intended to leave the house, for safety's sake. Once again, he meticulously kept quiet as he did so, despite the fact that his sounds would have likely been muted by silent anyway."
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Just as the Drama was leaving, the silhouette of the Kitsune could be seen in the hallway, and its ears were perked up, as if looking for something. His twin tails hung loosely, though they did raise a small bit as he looked at the floor, noticing the footsteps. Walking slowly so as not to trip in his drug-induced stupor, he would enter the kitchen, stepping into the moonlight. The Kitsune sniffed the air, frowning. Now that he may be seen fully, it was clear he had a large amount of painful looking scars across his chest, as if someone had tortured him, rather than try to kill him...*"
},
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"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "The Drama turned around after exiting the window and began again to peak inside. He peaked in such a position that he could duck down if necessary. Finally, some direct action. He felt like he was learning a lot about Ishikawa, and he was totally invested in his character... He even considered making spying on him a regular occurrence. Of course, a traumatic past. This could explain his lonesome nature, and maybe even the supposed falsehood of the merchant's gossip. \n\n...\n\nNo matter, that's the future, this is the now! What did Ishikawa have in store for the Drama? Clearly, he was looking for something. Getting up from a drug binge to look for something in the dead of night? *What ever could it be?* The Drama wondered. \n\nThen, he smelled it. The smell of rain that was not too far away... It would be raining soon, and he did not plan on getting his suit wet... Drats! There was shelter staring him in the face, but he couldn't afford to stay in it and risk being discovered by Ishikawa... How dire, how dire indeed... The Drama put a hold on his investigation to frantically search around for shelter, but, alas, he found none. He reluctantly returned to Ishikawa's cabin... He would *Have* To stay the night, whether he was welcome or not. He krept back to the window, and continued to watch Ishikawa."
},
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"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The most notable scar was a large one on his throat, as if something had bitten into it and ripped. Ishikawa himself seemed only about 16, perhaps 20 at the oldest. He was certainly young, and it didn't seem to be because of his nature as a Kitsune. Barely an adult, barely someone who should be in a state such as this. He made no sound as he continued about the kitchen, still sniffing the air. His senses were muted because of the drugs, but he was also far above the average Macen, even the average Kitsune in terms of his sensitivity to things. His ears flattened against his head as he neared the window, pausing for a moment, then grimacing as the light of the moon hit his eyes. He'd draw away, shaking his head. Ishikawa would yawn, it was clear he was quite tired, especially given the bags under his eyes. He hadn't slept in several days, at least. Rubbing his eyes, he'd look at the ground, sighing. As he turned back to go to his room, he'd place his hand on the wall, using it as a guide to go back to his room.*"
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"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "The Drama ducked some as Ishikawa approached the window, lowering his profile more and more as the kitsune came closer and closer. The Drama narrowed his eyes at the scar. Truly, it was a garish mark. That which only a criminal would bear, yet this young man wore it. He certainly didn't strike the Drama as one who would commit heinous acts- on the contrary- the Drama was beginning to think very highly of this young man... Truly, this mystery was quite intriguing, and he had to figure out the answer...\n\nBut rain approached. As Ishikawa began to walk away the Drama smelled the rain growing closer and closer, and even heard it fall in the distance. So, he made a mad dash to the parlor and climbed back in, settling behind one of the chairs in the room and sitting down. Despite his panicked actions, he was incredibly calm. Worried, yes, but calm nonetheless. In fact, he was smiling. Hell, he was laughing... Quietly, of course.\n\n\"Uhuhuhuhu...\" He chuckled softly. \"Uhuhuhu... I have much to learn of you, young man.\""
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa was about to enter his room when he once again heard something. Or at least, he thought he did. It was hard to tell, in the state he was in. Quietly, he called his loyal hawk over, and the rather large bird would come to him, making soft flapping noises as it landed at his feet. It knew enough not to land on his bare shoulder. Together, they would creep back down the hall, until a pale hand could be seen on the door frame... Then, an eye poked out from the darkness, staring.*"
},
{
"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "As if on cue, it started to rain. Hard.\n\nLike a deer caught in anachronistic headlights, the Drama froze. There he was, huddled behind a chair, sitting and softly chuckling to himself like a madman. He sat and stared back for a moment before he chuckled, this time allowing it to be heard through his quiet. His mask appeared to pulsate and warp as if it were made of half-alive clay. If Ishikawa wasn't already tense, he would be now. The feeling of watching the mask was akin to seeing a face in the dark, then turning back to see it was a coat all along; hearing someone whisper your name, then turning and finding it was only the rain; the heebie-jeebies, if you will. However, there would be no relief in seeing the Drama's mask disappear. It stared Ishikawa down like a predator stares down prey.\n\n*So much for first impressions, I suppose.* The Drama thought. Unlike a predator, he began to pace backwards to the window, keeping direct line of sight with Ishikawa. While he hadn't *Planned* On getting his suit wet, he also didn't plan on being discovered... So, clearly, plans have changed, and the new plan was to high-tail it out of there. Though... He waited. \n\nDespite his mistrust of most people and their intentions with him, despite his knowledge that a hunter would not take kindly to a vampire invading his home, despite all of his best judgement telling him to get the hell out of there and lose Ishikawa in the trees... He couldn't bring himself to do it. Whether it be his morbid curiosity, his odd sense of respect for Ishikawa, or just plain stupidity, the Drama felt he wasn't in immediate danger quite yet... Thus, there was no way in hell he would run away.\n\nHe stood with a hand on the windowsill, gaze fixed strongly on Ishikawa."
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa stepped further out into the doorway, still holding onto it with his hand. His steps were slow and methodical, as if moving was difficult, which, given he had been smoking opium, was likely. He used his free hand to rub his eyes, squinting at The Drama. He wasn't quite able to be tense at that point, being largely outside of the realm of reality, at least in his mind. Ishikawa tilted his head, his Vulpine ears flopping limply as he did. Pursing his lips, a question began to form as he stared the other in the eyes. Or at least attempted to.* \n\n\"What sort of...\" \n*He shook his head, looking back at The Drama, murmuring,* \n\"Are you real, and if so, what in the name of the Gods are you doing in my house?\""
},
{
"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "The Drama smiled, happy to have made the correct choice. He kept his hand firmly on the window, just in case he had to vault out, but for the moment he relaxed some, letting himself get into a more comfortable standing position.\n\n\"I am very real, and I serve the interest of no god but myself.\" The Drama chuckled and glanced now to the hawk, trying to decipher its intentions. Thankfully, it seemed well trained, and likely wouldn't be attacking him without command or provocation... *Good bird :),* He thought. The Drama didn't want his true intentions revealed- it would make Ishikawa too paranoid and likely soil the Drama's chances of ever extracting a good narrative out of the man... So, he improvised, and told a half truth:\n\n\"As for why I'm here... I was walking along a nearby trail when it began to smell of rain.\" He gestured out the window with his free hand to the pouring rain.\n\"I didn't want my suit to get wet as it's quite expensive, as you can likely see, and noticed your cottage. I didn't want to disturb your night, and noticed you had a free-looking room that has seen little use, and decided to make it my refuge from the storm until I could safely -and cleanly- depart.\"\n\nThe Drama relayed all this with the tone of a man who had just been caught doing something incredibly embarrassing, and, being a rather skilled actor, likely played it off very well. He hoped to extract some sort of pity for Ishikawa, or maybe even a sense of familiarity. Of course, he didn't rely on this. He still knew that he was a trespasser. He was more than prepared to make a quick escape into the night, saving his life, but effectively ruining a good suit in the process. He hoped that maybe one last string of words might seal his deal:\n\n\"I am terribly sorry if I have inconvenienced you or offended you, and... I understand if you would like me to leave. However, I would be most grateful if you would let me stay.\""
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"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa continued to lean against the wall, not being so sure of his footing at the moment. Even if he were to try and attack, it likely wouldn't be too successful, he was quite out of it at this point. His hair hung in front of his eyes, he didn't bother push it away, there wasn't anything else to worry about. Ishikawa murmured quietly, though it was unclear if he was addressing the man in front of him, or merely speaking to himself.* \n\n\"So you went on a walk in the middle of the woods, at night, in a fine suit and a... Theatre mask?\" \n\n*The man stared at the floor, laughing slightly and grinning, then shaking his head.* \n\n\"You must be a product of my mind... That's..\" \n\n*He sighed.* \n\n\"That's too absurd to be true.\" \n\n*Ishikawa frowned slightly, as if he had come to realize something.*"
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"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "The Drama frowned as Ishikawa repeated his admittedly odd story. Yes, of course, what ever would such a well dressed man be doing out in the woods- especially if he was worried about ruining his clothing. How foolish of him. He leaned closer to the window, getting ready to jump out.\n\nThen, Ishikawa laughed. The Drama was, to say the least, surprised. For once in his life he was actually taken aback by the actions of somebody. He realized then how obvious it was once Ishikawa spoke. Of course. The man was drugged... The Drama couldn't help but join Ishikawa in his laughter, chuckling some. It seemed obvious to him now. *That's* Why he felt safe.\n\nThen, he realized Ishikawa's realization. He hummed silently, and fixed his gaze back on Ishikawa. What ever had he noticed? The Drama glanced around the room, and noticed something as well. Maybe not what Ishikawa had, but still, it made him weary.\n\nThe Drama anxiously awaited Ishimawa's next action."
},
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"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The Kitsunes ears flicked impatiently, then lowered, and he looked back at The Drama, seemingly looking him over, eyes avoiding the face, as if it bothered him. Ishikawas eyes were quite unnerving when they were pinpointed, even lighter than the normally were, piercing. He likely wasn't aware. He ran his hand through his hair, his left hand still trembling. Now that Adrian was closer to him, it was clear his hand looked.. Off. As if it had been broken and hadn't healed exactly back to the way it had been before. His hawk snuggled up against his leg, and he looked at it for a moment, his expression softening slightly, before focusing back on the other man.* \n\n\"So, are you some sort of demon? Going to tell me I'm a horrible person, make me live back through...\" \n\n*He shuddered, motioning to his scars.* \n\n\"This, again?\" \n\n\"Seems most find humor in my suffering... Comedy mask...\" \n\n*He was rambling slightly, which was expected in the state he was in.*"
},
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"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "The Drama hummed. Would he entertain this man...? Would he take time out of his night to give this man an even more interesting time? He was a little more open to the idea now that he was sure Ishikawa hadn't noticed the holes in the Drama's thin lie. He looked over Ishikawa one more time, noticing every little detail of his skin he could.\n\nHe then listened to Ishikawa's remark. \n\n\"Humor in suffering...?\" He asked alloud. He hummmed.\n\n\"Demon... Reliving trauma... And accusing me of such horrid actions? You must think me a monster.\" The Drama leaned forward some and, finally, took his hand off the window. He pushed his arms forward somewhat as he uttered a small sound meant only to startle children. Then, he chuckled.\n\n\"I'll have you know I am nothing of the sort. I am a man of amusement and entertainment, as well as drama and development. Suffering is not amusing, and reliving past suffering only serves to destroy, not build.\" The Drama monologued.\n\n\"I would *Never* Make you endure a challenge you've already faced. That would be boring...\" The Drama leaned back to his original position and placed his hand back on the window, though this time it was more of a relaxed rest than an anxious escape plan."
},
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"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa was pale, unnaturally so, as if he were permanently ill. Given his drug use, that wasn't unlikely in any fashion. The Kitsune was... Somber, in a way. As if his existence was sad, though he himself did not seem sad at this moment, only wary. He pinched the bridge of his nose as the drama talked, but let his hand fall weakly, not seeing much point in keeping it up. Making a disgruntled noise, he leaned his entire body against the wall, closing his eyes and making some sort of motion with his hand, perhaps a go-ahead.* \n\n\"Ah, so you are a hallucination, and I'm going to have no rest tonight. *Lovely*.\" \n\n*Despite his drug-induced stupor, he still spoke with a sort of posh accent, he clearly was once in some place of higher standing, but to what extent was unclear.*"
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"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "The Drama laughed some more, though it was kept to short, concise chuckles as per usual. He had been mistaken for many things before; a circus act, an aristocrat, even a petty peddler, but he had never been mistaken as a hallucination. This was all too amusing.\n\nHe realized something... This was the perfect moment to have some of his questions answered. He quickly got all of his questions in order in his head, then almost as quickly formulated how to say them without breaking cracks in his already thin ice.\n\n\"If you truly believe your night to be restless, would you mind chatting with me? I'd love to pass the time.\" The Drama talked as if he was smiling. He was, but Ishikawa had no other way of knowing that; his voice alone was enough to tell that he had a big, eerie grin on his face."
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"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "The Drama immediately noticed Ishikawa's drop in emotion. To him, it seemed obvious, as if he were watching drops of quicksilver sinking in a glass of water. The Drama nodded and chuckled softly.\n\n\"Yes... I believe I heard of them before. I would have never guessed you were one of them.\" He lied. He had been connecting the dots since he began, though he chose not to jump to this conclusion because, perhaps, Ishikawa was just a profitable monster hunter. His suspiscions just proved true, though. He began connecting more pieces in his head as he spoke.\n\n\"I can tell you aren't comfortable with this topic. I'll move on.\" He chuckled, unmoving besides the slight heave of his chest as he laughed.\n\n\"Your bird there.\" The Drama gestured towards Ishikawa's hawk.\n\"That's a... Broad wingéd hawk, no? Where did you get it, and how is it so well trained? I find it odd how such a wild animal is so well behaved.\""
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"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The hawk to his side tilted its head and fluttered its feathers a bit, before making its way into his lap. He grimaced slightly, adjusting so that the raptors claws didn't directly dig into his skin, and he looked to it, somber expression still on his face, though he made an attempt to smile. It snuggled into his chest, and he gently stroked its head.* \n\n\"Havock? Well.. He's not exactly a wild animal, or... He is, in a way. My family bred Hawks to serve as hunting companions, so we've been together for quite some time, at least since I was nearing maturity.\" \n\n*He gently held the bird in his arms, his face softening a bit more as he referred to it.* \n\n\"He was the smallest, my siblings had all gotten the first pick... We grew up together, and he's been a loyal companion since.\""
},
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"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "\"Hawks domesticated for hunting.\" The Drama's ever present smile grew wider. *How quaint,* He thought, *It must have been difficult, but leave it to a long line of monster hunters who kick out their children to do something so... Brash.*\n\n\"That's rather interesting.\" He summed up his thoughts with more polite words than he initially thought with. The Drama leaned forward some.\n\n\"What kind of 'monsters' do you hunt? How often are your hunts successful?\""
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"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The bird of prey simply sat in Ishikawas lap, nestled in as if it were nesting. It seemed content. Ishikawas expression hardened when he was asked what he hunted, finally turning to look at Adrian once again. Scowling slightly,*\n\n\"Most of what I hunt I would not call monsters. They're simply beasts, doing what beasts do. Most of the time they needn't even be killed, merely dealt with. A lot of them are in pain because of other so-called 'hunters'.\"\n\n*He continued, a hidden sort of anger glinting in his eyes.*\n\n\"No, more often it's the people I am assigned to hunt that I would call monsters... And parasites that wear the skin of a person. They do what they do out of malice, and so they must die.\""
},
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"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "\"So self righteous. A normal person might ridicule you, but if I were to share with you anything about myself I'd state the fact that I share your sentiments\" The Drama leaned forwards, finally willing to talk rather than ask. This was something he felt strongly on, and was willing to talk about it, even if it seemed to break up his whimsical persona he liked to put on. \n\n\"Those people you speak of. The parasites, the agents of malice, those who '...Do what beasts do...'.\" The Drama began, taking a short step forwards. The step was mildly threatening, not enough so to register as an approach, but enough to make anyone mildly uncomfortable where they sit.\n\n\"...Those who do nothing but meddle about with no intent to improve...\" He took another step forward.\n\n\"...Those who improve by tearing others down...\" Another step.\n\n\"...Those who snuff out beautiful narratives before they can even begin for whatever *Bullshit martyr sob-story* They claim to have...\" He slowly drew his hind foot to first position with a mild chuckle. He leaned forward to punctuate his rant:\n\n\"Those *Monsters* That you speak of...\" He spoke in an almost devilish cadence.\n\"They *Utterly disgust me*.\" He chuckled, even more impishly than usual. Though his speech generally kept the same calm, flowing nature that it usually held, his voice became lower, and his words took on an almost hateful tone. It wasn't heard in his voice, as he sounded happy as ever, but his words harshly contrasted with the voice that delivered them. He straightened his posture once he finished talking and took a few steps back. The distance between him and Ishikawa was now, once again, a comfortable one. As he stood back still, he tried to turn the conversation back to a less grim tone.\n\n\"So, I must say, I admire your work.\""
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"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The Monster hunter fell back against the wall, yawning. The rapier faded away in his hand, same as it had come. This hallucination, it was just here to torment him, in a way, he figured. To poke and prod at the things that made him the way he was. He didn't like it. Right now was a time for peace. To take the pain away...* \n\n\"Good.\" \n\n*Eyes threatening to close, he'd grip the wall next to him, barely able to keep himself upright. The drugs in his system was something that he could no longer feasibly resist the effects of. One might suppose it was good timing.* \n\n\"You're... Welcome.\""
},
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"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "The Drama noticed that Ishikawa appeared to be at his limit. He chuckled some and slowly retreated back behind the couch, finally breaking his gaze from Ishikawa to turn and look at the bookshelves and what exactly was on them. It wasn't important to his earlier investigation, he was just curious. To him, an untouched bookshelf told more about a person than the books on it, and the books wouldn't tell much as, well, what would a book tell of someone's character if it's never used? He just thought, maybe, he could find some entertainment for the night after Ishikawa went to sleep.\n\nSpeaking of which...\n\n\"You strike me as... Tired. I believe you should get some rest.\" The Drama chuckled and slowly turned his head to Ishikawa. Though it may seem like a ploy to get Ishikawa out of the room and let the Drama spend the rest of his night alone, it was a genuine concern. Of course, the Drama did want to be alone, and he spoke because of that, but, deep down, the reason he thought to tell Ishikawa to sleep was because he was genuinely worried about his wellbeing. \n\nThe Drama, however, would never admit this. Not even to himself. He merely said to himself that it was a bit of Adrian's softness slipping through."
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The Hunter slowly began to slide down the wall, until he was sitting once again. His body slowly began to become limp, his tension fading away as he finally stopped attempting to keep himself awake for the sake of his guest. Shivering, he tilted his head slightly, smiling tiredly. Yawning,* \n\n\"I believe... You'd be right..\" \n\n*Ishikawa fell onto his side, luckily already on the ground. He sprawled out, and his bird looked at him, tilting its head to the side, fluttering its wings concernedly. It then looked at Adrian.* \n\n*This room was far too cold to leave him there...*"
},
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"author": "Adrian Siren",
"message": "The Drama prepared to sit down, but stopped just as he crossed his legs. He didn't jump, he didn't perk up, there was no clear reaction to indicate that the Drama was surprised; however, he was. He slowly looked at the slumped over Ishikawa, and hummed. His first thought was one of worry. Adrian was probably just worried for Ishikawa and couldn't help to think it, but the Drama would never feel like that, so he brushed it aside. *His* First thought was that he should probably carry Ishikawa to bed so that Ishikawa would be far from him when he made his escape. After all, he wouldn't still be high in the morning, so if the Drama was still there he wouldn't have that excuse. He chuckled. \n\n\"How bothersome...\" He cooed.\n\n\"How bothersome indeed...\" He strolled over to Ishikawa and eyed the hawk as he did so, careful to not make any movements that might be threatening. However, his stroll was filled with a mixture of soft leisure and sure intent, so his movements were far from it even without him trying. Nonetheless, he made the extra effort- just in case the bird was extra skittish. After all, the whole reason he decided to stay was to not ruin his suit.\n\nAs he reached Ishikawa he leaned down. Now closer to the kitsune, he noticed all of the horrid detail on his body, and now that it was in his face it was harder to not be unnerved by it. No, the Drama wouldn't be bothered by such things. *These are merely aspects of his character,* Adrian thought, *A necessity that shows a dark and troubled past without shoving it in your face with long, overly dramatic explanations.* Adrian gently pulled his hand up to his own stomach and let it rest above a specific spot. \n\n...\n\nThe Drama shook his head and began removing his gloves. As he did so, he observed the scars more closely, trying to piece together what might have left them and how long ago they were left. He tucked his gloves neatly into his breast pocket, and gently, ever so gently wedged his hands between Ishikawa's body and the floor. Then, he began to hoist him up over his shoulders."
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "The elf remained as composed as he had been during their whole exchange. As an experienced hunter, Elisven could recognize many things about an inspected target. This one, however, barely revealed anything. In a sense, the lack thereof was a message enough. Together with his unnatural demeanor, as if he was a marionette rather than a living being, she could conclude one thing for certain - there was something unusual about this elf. His eyes looked into hers intently as she explained. Occasionally they'd drop towards her lips, following their motion, and then even lower - around her neck.\n\nHer sharp nose picked up a scent that gradually spread across the area. The air about it was chilly, yet not enough to be considered more than a refreshing tease. What stood out was its aroma - the flavor that of sweet lavender. The perfume had a magical effect - it soothed those around the stranger, calmed them and helped them consider him trustworthy. The impact of the ability wasn't sudden, for it did not try to invade the body. Instead, it was a subtle massage, one that would influence the individual before they could even realize. Judging by the passivity of the ability, the wood elf could conclude it was not used intentionally.\n\nAs she fires her shot, his eyes zoom towards the arrow. They track it with promptly reactions, before finding it pierced through the bag to hold it in place. They return to her as she gives her explanation. The corners of his lips curve upwards faintly, offering a satisfied smirk. *\"You consider all that hinder your precious nature enemies, but you are willing to give someone different the benefit of doubt.\"* His eyes flare in a violet light. *\"It appears that the principle of good looks eclipsing intelligence is not always the case.\"* He declared in a tone of pleasant surprise as his head tilted slightly.\n\n*\"Ah, where are my manners.\"* The mysterious figure bowed his head. *\"I am Lucien, madam of Ombu.\"* He gazed up again. *\"I have a level of respect for your kind, for someone precious to me is of your kin. And yes, you assume correctly. I belong to the steppe, although I do not originate from the Khanate. All that matters naught, for I am different than what I used to be.\"* Lucien paused, looking at the woman as intensely as before. He raised his lip gently, two long fangs protruding from his mouth. His tongue traversed them slowly, gesturing her focus towards them. During the whole time he didn't break eye contact. He closed his mouth again and offered a lopsided smile. *\"In a sense, I am like you. You define one your enemy based on your ideals instead of neglectful prejudice.\"*\n\nWith a muffled grunt he pushed himself up. *\"I can respect that.\"* The vampire approached the riverbank and yanked the arrow out of the mud's grasp. After retrieving it and the bag, he finally neared her. He outstretched his pale hand calmly, offering her projectile back. The bag was gone, most probably hidden under his cloak. While his frigid presence was still present, perhaps the lavender aroma and kind act stimulated the other hunter to lower her guard."
},
{
"author": "Elisven Chalotte",
"message": "The man's ambitions were noble and his ideals grand, but despite her supposed lack of prejudice, she still took a deft step back when he revealed his fangs, an almost undetectable brief second of surprise written across her face. Her hand twitched towards her quiver before coming rest on the shoulder again as she takes a sharp breath, watching him with far more alarmed movements in her gaze. It's not personal and the wood elf means no insult, but she'd not be caught lacking around a predator - else she really would be caught dead.\n\nElisven had already caught him eyeing her up, for a start. His bizarre justifications seems to click. Now the unnatural scent in the air and his lack of weaponry all slipped into their rightful place. He needed no sword when he was gifted with such predatorial instincts and the ability to sap life so easily. He was a natural hunter of sentience. Her voice reads no more notice of surprise, still sounding rather calm in tone as she answers him. She knows a hunter strikes if it sees its prey panicked. \"Say, Lucien, why does the wolf speak with the lamb?\" \n\nAs he nears her, she raises a few fingers off her bow as a gesture for him to stop before he nears too close, moving her other hand from her shoulder as she gestures for him to throw her arrow back. He guard won't be lowered until she finds his intent. She can search reasonings for his presence, but she still fears that possibility that this predator's hunt is yet to be finished."
},
{
"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Despite her best attempts, Lucien noticed the slight shift of demeanor. She acted composed almost flawlessly, yet the vampire had seen all sorts of reactions upon others learning of his curse. He didn't comment anything about it and continued what he was prior up to. He sauntered towards the riverbank and back nonchalantly, his aroma having spread even further due to the faint breeze. He indeed resembled a predator - one that took his time with his actions, as he seemed to not fear any kind of external threat. As she signaled for him to stop, he made another step or two before doing so.\n\nHe froze as she asked her question. His brows furrowed inwards before he arched them, failing to hold back a chuckle. The elf tilted his head and inspected her once more, meticulously so. *\"Why does the wolf speak with the lamb?\"* He tossed the arrow after repeating her inquiry. Lucien remained in the same position, standing upright and maintaining eye contact. *\"There are various reasons for one to do so. You see, you were never my target in the first place.\"* One of his hands sprung out, holding onto the edge of his cloak. He revealed a part of his gambeson and a few flasks that were clipped to his belt.\n\nThey were full of a red liquid she needed no confirmation to know the essence of. *\"I'm in no need.\"* He dropped his cape again. *\"I have finished my hunt already - as you see it was successful. Everything went by plan, so now I am in a good mood. Someone like you should know the feeling.\"* Lucien paused for a moment and gave her a once over with a teasing smirk. *\"So I figured talking with the beautiful newcomer wouldn't be too bad.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Elisven Chalotte",
"message": "Elisven nodded as she lowered her fingers, raising her head to scrutinise him further with her eyes peering down. She tilted her head left and right to get slightly different angles before nodding her head. Her voice still remained relatively calm as she lowered her head back to it's usual, pretty position. \"So be it, hunter of hunters. You have satisfied me.\" She lowers her bow slightly as she pulls her left foot back, standing far more front-on. \n\nFor the first moment in a while, her head swivels to glance around them for a moment before glancing back at him. Her roughened hand quickly swipes the air as she snatches her arrow back. She speaks with more of a casual demeanor, but her attitude is slightly abrasive as she looks to inspect her arrow. \"I am flattered, really, but expect no reciprocity. I choose not to open up and gossip with strangers, yet you are an exception for we are similar.\"\n\nThe wood elf's arrow was muddy. She'll solve that later, slowly moving it to her quiver and placing it arrow-head up as she looked back to him. Elisven was a woman of few words generally, but she would not miss this opportunity. It is rare to meet or face such a being, especially in a place like this, without risk of death or danger. While the sunlight was still around and the birds were chirping, she felt it was only right to seize the opportunity. \n\nHer voice was more questioning as she spoke again. \"Say, you are an instinctual hunter of humanity. You must know things others may not.\" Her tone is almost sarcastic, though it's hard to tell if it's intentional, peaking on pleasant. \"Since you are in such a pleasant mood, perhaps we can come to some kind of...\" She waves her right hand slightly as she continues. \"Hunter's pact, hmm?\"\n\nShe looked to his right before looking back to him, talking again. \"After all, you have yourself your reserves here and you must obtain them from somewhere. I think we can make a small arrangement, provided I can make use of you.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*A Tossouan horse would be seen trotting down the streets of Salvainian countryside, the horse rider has a welcoming face, noticeably from the Pale Oni race, with his horns uncovered and wearing a silken regalia, he was slowing down, probably taking a break or going to see where he was.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*The sound of distant barking could be heard, followed by the thudding of paws. To the right of the path the grass began to rustle, parting only as a brown rabbit would fly out into the middle of the trail. Its feet were a blur, the panic in its movement being followed by a much larger shape. It was a Jackal, notable by its canine-like appearance. The animal chased after the rabbit, darting one way then another as the rabbit tried to avoid the predator.\n\nThey were not alone, however, soon making her away out onto the streets would be a young Canifor. From the looks of it, she appeared to be a huntress, a huntress that was losing her catch that is. She held a bow in her hands, the arrow easily notched in it. It seemed like she hadn't even taken notice of the Oni yet. Between her panting breaths and the frenzied rabbit, Juna had found herself focused on trying to put an end to the rabbit's escape.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The Oni noticed the rabbit running away from it's hunter grasp, being from a hunter family by birth, he smirked, and grabbed his composite bow, notching arrow to it gracefully, he took a deep breath before aiming it on the rabbit legs, his horse moving in a quiet but swift walk, particularly experienced it seems.\n\nThe arrow was loosed, disabling the rabbit movement, he tapped his horse, with a slight nod, the horse slowly slowed to a halt, and Boreas looked at the Huntress, nodding.*"
},
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna skidded to a halt, taken aback as she saw an arrow suddenly embed itself into the rabbit. Her gaze turned in the direction that it came from, finally catching sight of the Oni and the horse he rode. Did he fire the arrow? Of course, he must've. But with such quickness and accuracy it was almost as if he were ready for the rabbit or perhaps he merely knew how to shoot a bow without hesitation. Juna watched as he nodded to her, at first wondering why he wasn't taking it for himself only to realize he wanted her to still get it.\n\nThe rabbit had let out a screech of pain, writhing on the ground as the arrow prevented it from running off. Juna's ears twitched in the direction of the noise, quickly realizing that the prey had been disabled. Jace pounded towards the wounded animal. He lunged at the rabbit, jaws coming down on the animal's neck swiftly. The rabbit's sounds of pain were soon cut off as it was replaced with a quiet snap, the air growing silent right after. Juna let out a tired sigh of relief as she found herself relaxing once more. Jace lifted up the rabbit in his jaws, happily carrying the bloodied rabbit back to his owner for praise. She gave the Jackal a light pat on his head before she eventually turned to look towards the Oni.*\"Thanks...\"*She said sheepishly, keeping her gaze lowered.*\"I guess the rabbit was... A bit quicker than I expected it to be...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Don't worry about it, it's great to refresh my hunting skills once in awhile, i must say that the rabbit was above average in term of it's dexterity, so dont get flustered too much about it! My name's Boreas by the way, nice to meet you\" *The Oni smiled as he put his bow back in his back, he reached out to get a a drink of water, he dranked it before putting it back in his satchel.\n\n\"What's your name, young lady? You seem really young for a huntress\" Boreas asked, his head tilts slightly*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"I'm... Juna...\"*She answered quietly. At her side, Jace had dropped the rabbit, leaving his tongue hanging out tiredly after the chase. The Jackal turned to the newcomer, letting out a bark at him as he paced the area. Juna picked up the rabbit from the ground, removing the arrow that the Oni had shot into it before holding it out to him.*\"I guess you might want this back...\"*She says, trying to offer a friendly smile to him to at least show some gratitude in saving a nearly lost catch.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Not need for such things Juna, that rabbit was your catch, I merely just assisted you in catching it, beside, I am planning to go to a tavern sooner rather than later, my journey has been arduous and a glass of wine and cooked beef would be delicious right now, care to join me?\" *Boreas turned down it graciously, afterall, she was the one who led the rabbit to his view, not himself, and to take from something rightfully someone else would not be humble.\n\nHis horse trotted quietly before Boreas turned back to the young huntress* \"Lift you're face up, Juna. Don't be hard on yourself, I'll get you a drink in the tavern if you want\""
},
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna lowered the arrow, glancing over at the limp rabbit in her hands. First catch of the day she supposed, even if this one was a bit of a shaky one. As Boreas invited her to join him at the Tavern, she'd wonder if she could simply sell the rabbit at the market. Surely someone wouldn't mind the animal even with the little meat and fur it provided.\n\nShe eventually looked up towards him, not enough to see his face, but just enough to see where he sat atop the horse. Her tail would give a steady flick to the side.*\"Sure... I'd... Like that...\"*She agreed, slowly following behind the horse with her Jackal pacing behind her. Juna decided to place the arrow into her quiver, most likely planning on using for hunting later as she walked along the road. Upon closer inspection it appeared as if she carried an extra bag with her. One with the top of a oddly large egg sticking out of it. Perhaps to cook for later? It was hard to tell for any passing glance. As they walked, Juna would tilt her head curiously up to him.*\"Did you travel far to get here...?\"*She asked.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I was born in Irunia, but my family migrated to Kadho soon after, our family was a hunter from birth, but since we settled in Kadho, my parents and their siblings started becoming merchants and artificers, however my dad never forget to bring me to the nearest hunting grounds from time to time, and seeing I'm most comfortable with hunting than being merchants, i ventured out to the other side of the world, meeting new *Friends* And getting experiences, quite far I should say\" *His voice slightly faltered in the word friends, but he tries to covered it up with another question.*\n\n\"What's that egg you got over there? You want to cook it? Or you are going to wait until it hatches?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears perked a bit at the mention of his dad taking him out to hunt, something she could relate to for once with someone. Maybe that would explain how he managed to shoot the rabbit with such ease. She hadn't seen a fellow archer for some time. Juna had to admit, she's never been to Kadko before, but she wondered if she should visit the place at some point. Just a thought for later, she supposed. As Juna was going to ask a question relating to his travels she found herself being asked on of her own. She glanced back to the egg sitting nestled in the bag.*\n\n\"Oh- you mean Eggbert...?\"*She says. The name did not quite stick with her yet, but it was a name she had only recently given the egg since she was suggested to by a passerby in the forest not too long.*\"I was hoping to see it hatch... It's... Supposed to be an Airstrider Egg... I believe... A lot say that they're rare mounts... Not that... I know much about them really-\"*She explains as she turned to face the road ahead. Juna herself wasn't quite sure when it was supposed to hatch, but she was hoping it was at least still alive for the time being.*"
},
{
"author": "Ahmedeas Hadranata Boreas",
"message": "\"An Airstrider egg huh? Haven't seen that in awhile, not many people come across it as far as I remember, you're very lucky to have it in your possession, they're magically attuned if I remembered correctly! And they can lift up to eighty kilos worth of baggage without slowing down, while they cannot fly, they are really good and running fast, that can help you in your hunting adventures, though not sure if your jackal can catch up...\" *Boreas looked straight to see the edge of the forest, vividly seeing the town in the distance*\n\n\"Care for a ride?\" *He signaled to Juna*"
},
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Magically attuned...?\"*She asked, mostly to herself as he described all the things Airstriders could do. Juna knew birds were fast, but never really thought about fast they could run. After all, most usually fly to get away. If Airstriders couldn't fly it was no wonder they were so quick. She turned her head to gaze up towards Boreas as he offered her a ride, cautiously glancing to the horse he rode atop. It wouldn't have been the first time that she's ridden a horse, but as far as she can remember they were both fast and loud.*\"I... I don't know...\"*She says, not quite sure if he was asking for her convenience or his own with having to keep a slowed pace for her to be able to stick with him.*\"I'm just more used to walking... I guess...\""
},
{
"author": "Ahmedeas Hadranata Boreas",
"message": "\"Don't be shy, come on\" *The Oni gift his hand towards the Canifor as he smiled cheerfully, the horse itself made a welcoming low pitched and excited nicker, the horse was white with a black spot in his head resembling a horn, her mane was also black, and it was well maintained, the horse stomped on the ground softly and tilted her head towards the Huntress.\n\n\"Looks like Nikaia's taking a liking for you, Juna, she usually isn't trusting of other people other than me, but i think your the exception, so, come hop on!\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna paused, looking up at the large horse with what seemed to hesitation. There was something oddly intimidating about the animal, something that could match a deer had she not usually hunt them on a normal basis. She kept her gaze on the horse as she would slowly reach a hand up to Boreas'.*\"Okay...\"*She said quietly. Surely it couldn't be too different from the last ride she had, though the actual rider seemed to enjoy having the horse move faster than she was prepared for. Jace walked up to his owner's side, tongue lolling out while he gazed up at horse as if he were thinking about jumping up on it. Of course the Jackal most likely wouldn't be able to make a jump like that, but probability has never stopped Jace from trying before.*"
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"author": "Ahmedeas Hadranata Boreas",
"message": "\"Already, here we go\" *Boreas kicked Nikaia softly, and with the encouragement, she moved into a swift canter, running through the bushes and trees, Boreas can feel the cold breeze and he likes it, he's not one for sunny weather, he likes the icy grip of the wind, maybe that's why he was called Boreas in the first place? That's a possibility no one can deny, though Nikaia was moving fast, her steps were graceful and decisive, each having their own certainty and confidence. Salvainia can be seen in their path now, and Nikaia slowed her movements, Boreas looked back.* \n\n\"We're in Salvainia now\" *He nodded softly*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would try to hold onto Boreas, making sure she didn't easily slip out of the saddle of the horse as it cantered off while she tried to maintain a tight grip on the rabbit. The sound of barking would follow, Jace watching as the horse began to pace off with his owner. He chased after them, his strides minuscule to that of the quick horse. Juna gazed back at him, offering some encouragement as the already tired Jackal darted through the bushes after the horse with a lack of any grace. The wilderness melted away to that of roads and buildings as the capitol came into view and with it, a bit of familiarity.*\"Thanks for the ride...\"*She says with Boreas announcing their quick arrival. Juna loosened her hold of him to try to relax more while she gazed around for a good place to sell the rabbit she had.*\"I... Think I'll try to find somewhere to sell this... Maybe... I can get some silver to buy something at the Tavern...\""
},
{
"author": "Ahmedeas Hadranata Boreas",
"message": "\"Sure thing! I'll be in this place for quite a while, so you'll probably see me again later\" *Boreas said, swiftly dismounting from Nikaia, he patted the horse softly, and repositioning his bow again and fixing his furry pelt covering his shoulders, his skin changed from that of pale white to a normal macen skin and his horn slowly disappeared from his head, he waved back to Juna and smiled, putting a leash on Nikaia and parking her near the tavern, he heads in the tavern, slowly disappearing into the crowd.*"
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"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*News had spread among the remote regions of Salvania of multiple caravan attacks. That in itself wasn't unusual for an empire as vast as Salvania, there were bound to be bandits raiding caravans here and there.*\n\n*But the cause for concern was that it wasn't bandits responsible for the lost caravans. Rumor had spread that wild feline monster had taken the woods as its territory, and every single convey that travels through it had been killed. It was said that the bodies were found with chunks missing that were larger than their heads and that the footprints were as wide as a man's chest. But that is what the rumors said at least, and rumors are bound to be exaggerated. Right?*\n\n*It would seem at the very least a certain village chief did not think so. He had sent out a request for skilled hunters to come and take care of this potential predator, and it would seem you two had accepted the job. As you two walked toward the specific location from the notice board you would see an elderly grey haired macen in simple farmer's clothing. He would have a serious look on his face as the two of you approached as he motioned for the two of you to stop*\n\n\"I assume you two are the hunters that accepted my request? I can't tell you how grateful I am. It seems everyone wishes to remain ignorant of the plight we are in. I was losing hope that anyone would take the job...\"\n\n*He would then look over the two of you, as if trying to measure you up and make sure you two were actually capable hunters*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I guess we are. Names Kibaru Tsuyoi.\" *He said before bowing a little. His odachi shifting a little on his back as he did so. He then stood up straight and shifted his weapon back a bit, his other visible weapon would be his bow around him, dangly. His light armour would suggest he tends to hunt more then battle, but his weapons would seem capable enough* \"I would like to know more about our prey and reward\"\n\n*His bright blue tails behind him would sway side to side, his ears rotated some and he gave a few sniff to the air around him. His clothes seemed a bit teared around the rims and his lower legs and feet were wrapped in cloth. His look suggested he was a more wild character and maybe even a little reckless*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The young man appeared to be a Macen, hair the color of a ravens wing with the same sheen, streaks of silver throughout. A jagged scar crossed his face, accompanied by a great swath of scarred tissue on his neck. Didn't seem like he slept much of ever, either. A furred cloak was draped over his armor, a spear and bow hung upon his back. Ishikawa seemed to be qualified.* \n\n\"Yes, that would be the case. My name is Saito, Ishikawa. \n\n*Ishikawa was more put together than Kibaru was, though old blood stains took a good amount of space on his armor. He seemed young, but had clearly been through a great deal.*"
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"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The elderly man would nod, seemingly satisfied with what he saw in the two of you.*\n\n\"Hunter Kibaru and Hunter Saito, I am Elder Zachariah, proud leader of Shiron Village. As the posted had listed, there have been rumors of a large feline monster prowling about in the woods. They are only rumors for the city folk, and they only care about it cus their caravans are now being attacked. The beast had been stealing the local villages lifestock for a while, so we know it is no rumor.\"\n\n*The old man would took out a pipe and take a deep smoke of it, shuddering a bit as if recalling something horrific* \"...The beast is massive, at least 3 meters tall. Maybe even taller. Worse, it has cubs as large as an adult tiger... I can only suspect that is why it has started to hunt down the conveys, to feed its young.\"\n\n*The old man would then let out a breath of smoke before pocketing the pipe* \n\n\"I was actually a bit bitter about that you know? How word had only spread after them city folks got affected by the beast. But I suppose it's better late than never.\" *He would say with a wry chuckle as he patted a thick leather pouch that jingled with each pat* \n\n\"We managed to save up a good amount of coin given how long it took to finally get help. We can afford to pay each of you 20 gold for killing the beast and bringing its head as proof. We don't know how many cubs it has, but if you bring a significant amount we will pay you accordingly. Do these conditions satisfy you?\""
},
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I guess that's fine enough\" *Kibaru Then paused for a bit, feeling some anger at how these people were suffering like this, but he plans on fixing these types of issues in the future* \"What of the hide and claws. Also, do we need to bring the cubs in alive or dead?\""
},
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"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa listened carefully as the man described the beast, quiet. He had faced Winter Wolves before, beasts great in size with a breath that was cold as the ice they lived surrounded by. He couldn't think of anything else similar at the moment, but once he began tracking the beast he had feeling he would be able to begin to understand what it might be.* \n\n\"It is indeed an injustice that it was allowed to continue as far as it has.\" \n\n*The Hunter was stoic, but seemed genuine, taking another moment to consider the old mans offer. Regardless of the price, he intended to help, he didn't desire much.* \n\n\"The sum is fair. Though, the other brings a point. What of the beasts remains besides the head?\""
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"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "\"You could take what you want from its body. We will send out out hunting parties and carts afterwards to take whatever remains. It won't make up for all the damage it has caused, but it will at least feed us for a day or two. As for the cubs, I sincerely doubt you will be able to bring them back alive. But if you do we shall pay you at least 10 gold for each, but only up to two. We cannot afford any more than that.\"\n\n\n*As the old man finishes speaking he would reach into his pouch and hand each of you a piece of parchment. Opening it up, it would reveal a rough map of the surrounding areas with certain locations circled in red.*\n\n\"We don't have the same resources as them city folks to make good maps, but this is a map for the lay of the land. The red circled locations are where the beast was reported to have hunted. I don't know if it will be much help, but figured it's better to have some information than none. How soon do you think the two of you can set out?\""
},
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru looked at the map for a bit before nodding* \"Right now... If that's okay with you?\" *He turned and ask to his companion* \"Where was the most recent sighting\" *He asked the chief as he looked into the directing of the closest one*"
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"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa nodded. The pelt alone, as long as it wasn't damaged severely, would more than cover the cost of this excursion. He didn't like taking money from people who didn't have much, but he did need to be able to afford maintaining his gear and buying provisions. He never had much talent for farming. The disguised Kitsune gingerly took the map from the man, examining it. It wasn't the best map, but the landmarks should allow them to get a good enough basis to begin tracking.* \n\n*Ishikawa looked at Kibaru, giving a nod.* \n\"The sooner we head out, the better. I'd like to find the creature before dusk... If it's like most predators, it will be most active then.\" \n\n*Ishikawa gave a low whistle as they prepared to take off. In about half a minute, a hawk came flying by, swooping down onto the hunters shoulder. He gave the raptor a gentle pat on the head as he waited for the elderly man to respond to Kibarus question.*"
},
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"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The eldery man would point to the western region of the map with a marked red location in response to Kibaru's question*\n\n\"This was the latest reported location of a convey that got attacked. That was two days ago. However I've heard word that the convey headed to a town south of us hadn't arrived yet.\"\n\n*He would point to the northern region of the map and trace a path to the west and then south.*\n\n\"That's the path the convoy was supposed to travel. I suspect more likely than not that they have unfortunately been attacked as well, but no reports have been made yet.\"\n\n*The elderly man would then look out into the woods and let out a sigh* \"I hope that's enough information to get you started on your hunt. The village is counting on your success...\""
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Got it, thank you.Okay, we head to the southern route, with the last attack being a while ago, I would bet a tail that it's attacked the coney. Let's make haste\" *Kibaru said just before he started to walk into the designated route* \"Now let's talk loot for a bit, shall we?\""
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Assuming there's 3 hides,! Adult and 2 cubs, One of us get's an adult and the other gets the cub's pelt. Sound fair enough?\" *Kibaru asked as he looked around*"
},
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"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "\"That is a fair enough deal. We should take care to keep the quality of the pelts in good condition as best as we can, though it may be difficult due to how challenging this hunt could be.\" \n\n*As they walked, Ishikawa scanned the forest for obvious signs of the beast. Pawprints, tufts of fur, blood... Anything. His fox ears swiveled as he took care to listen to the sounds of the forest. With a predator as great as their quarry; it wouldn't be the sounds of birds, or other animals he would listen for. No, it would be silence. When the forest grew quiet, he knew they would be near. Sniffing the air, he continued, motioning for Kibaru to be quiet.*"
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"author": "rollem",
"message": "` 8 ` ⟵ [4] 1d20 + 4\n\n` 1 ` ⟵ [**1**] 1d6"
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*When finally nearing their destination, Kibaru's footsteps became quitter as he began to examine his surroundings*\n\nRolled a 25"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The two of you being familiar with the woods would head toward the southern route of the convey with very little difficulty. The map helped somewhat in finding the quickest path, but it was certainly lacking in detail to find exactly where the convoy's path would be.*\n\n*However, Kibaru would be able to spot horse and wagon tracks off to the side. Looking over it though the tracks didn't appear to be fresh, appearing instead to simply be trails of many convoys and horses going over the same path over and over again.*\n\n*As for Ishikawa, being more familiar acting as a solo hunter, Kibaru's presence would throw off his nature sense. He wouldn't be able to tell if the woods were quiet because of a nearby predator or if Kibaru and his presence were causing it. Yet there would also be the occasional skitter of a critter and bird chirp. So it was hard to really make any sort of conclusion about the monster being near from the sounds alone.*\n\n*In either case, the so called beast was still nowhere to be seen, but at least the trail had been located. What shall the two hunters do from here?*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Think we should continue on the road or just go to the latest recorded sighting. I don't exactly see any evidence of it here\" *He asked in a quite enough time to be heard by his companion*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawas ears twitched irritably as the other hunter threw off his hearing. He wouldn't be able to use the methods he generally used this time. Given they hadn't found much of a lead, Ishikawa decided to do look for higher ground. Locating the tallest nearby tree, he began to climb, looking back at Kibaru.* \n\n\"Perhaps a higher vantage point would do us some good.\" \n\n*Once he had scrambled his way up the tree, he'd settle himself, looking out along the path for signs of their prey, or the convoy they were looking to hopefully intercept before the beast did.*"
},
{
"author": "rollem",
"message": "` 24 ` ⟵ [**20**] 1d20 + 4"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Ok, you do that, I'll search on the ground\" *Kibaru said running down the path at a decent pace, trying to see if he can see anything out of the ordinary like large amount of broken branches or a path created by a large creature. This time his presence was clear*\n\nRolled 13"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*With Ishikawa taking a higher vantage point he would also be separating himself from Kibaru, allowing him to better focus on the surrounding area. With his keen eyes he would scan the area and notice to the north a murder of crows hovering over a certain area. From the map it would seem to be an area near the convoy's intended path, but a little to the west.*\n\n*As for Kibaru, he wouldn't find any particularly large broken thickets or branches nearby, but that could be taken as proof that the beast wasn't nearby. Though he would find a few recent small animal tracks travelling from the northwest to the south.*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would observe the track to see what animal made them and if there depth indicated whether they were running or walking, as well as with how many tracks*"
},
{
"author": "rollem",
"message": "` 9 ` ⟵ [5] 1d20 + 4"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Kibaru will notice alot of tracks, but can't tell if the depth is from the animals running quickly or if the same steps overlapped with one another. The large quantity of tracks make it hard to tell if they were wide strides of a sprint of short strides of a walk either. Basically, all Kibaru would be able to tell is that there are alot of tracks*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa would make his way down from the tree, hopping down and landing with a soft thud next to Kibaru. He whispered something to his Hawk, and it would take off from his shoulder, circling overhead as he looked to Kibaru.* \n\n\"There seems to be a murder of crows further down the path, a bit further to the west than the convoys route. I assume it's too late to save anyone, however, it would be wise to start off in that direction.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well, that's a better lead then what I've found. I'll lead the way\" *Kibaru said as he started walking down the path*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As the two of you head to the west where Ishikawa saw the murder of crows, his falcon would fly up per Ishikawa's command and start to circle the same area where the crows were. The crows would not be receptive to Ishikawa's falcon though and would chase it away. The falcon would retreat back to Ishikawa, thankfully uninjured. The location appears to be 100 m northwest of where you two are currently, but there are also plenty of trees in the way so you can't get a clear sight of what is up ahead.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would slow his pace and become silent. His ear would twitch and rotate a bit as he listened for any noise*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa gently ruffled the head feathers of his hawk once it landed back on his shoulders, smiling slightly. Crows had a tendency to bully Raptors, so he wasn't too surprised when his feathered companion had returned. He was slightly disappointed he wouldn't be able to use him to track, but it was no matter. Putting some distance between himself and Kibaru, he would tread carefully, taking his bow off of his back. They were nearing their intended location, and there was no telling what they were going to find. He watched the forest surrounding them carefully, ears twitching. His hair stood on its end, not out of fear, but caution.*"
},
{
"author": "rollem",
"message": "` 18 ` ⟵ [14] 1d20 + 4\n\n` 15 ` ⟵ [12] 1d20 + 3\n\n` 9 ` ⟵ [6] 1d20 + 3\n\n` 19 ` ⟵ [15] 1d20 + 4"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The two of you would cautiously approach the location, or at least try your best to do so. Ever so carefully you would get closer and closer till finally you come across a bit of a clearing. It would take a bit of focus to see past the remaining branches, but upon closer inspection the two of you would notice a large creature laying upon a rock.*\n\n*No, large would be an understatement. What might have seemed to be exaggerations from the village chief would now clearly be seen as a reality. The massive beast was easily 10 ft long, and despite only laying on the rock it was still taller than the two of you. It almost appeared to be a massive tiger, except for the fact it had massive bone-like protrusions sticking out from it shoulder and back. And just like the elder had said, around it would be 'cubs' laying about on the rock as well. Three of them to be exact, though they appeared to look more like regular sized tigers than cute cuddly cubs.*\n\n*It would appear for the moment the beast and its cubs were sleeping. To the side you would see a destroyed caravan and around the rock you would see the eaten remains of horses as well as men. The corpses seemed to be attracting the crows attention, but they seem to know better than dive in and eat while the beast was nearby. At least they appear to be sleeping. For now*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would softly whisper to his companion* \"Want to engage. We can strike now that we have an advantage\""
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa's face returned to having an emotionless expression as they discovered the wreckage of the caravan, making a low whistle to send his Hawk off. The bird would once again fly away, however, instead of circling overhead, it left the area, Ishikawa wanting to keep it out of the fight. \n\nPadding forwards carefully, he sized up the creatures. If he could get a lethal shot in on the beast now, it may save them some trouble. He turned to Kibaru, giving a silent nod. Motioning to move forwards carefully, he would start a quiet approach, taking care to look for the creatures weak spots as he was able to look at it more carefully.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Looking over the beast, it would be clear that the weak spots weren't the shoulder or back as those were fortified with the protruding bone. It's physiologically otherwise looked pretty similar to a tiger, just a bigger muscular tiger with thicker fur. Right now it was laying down, but wouldn't be a stretch to assume that like a tiger it's underbelly would be its weak spot. But would be rather difficult to hit it with arrows and getting up close would mean getting into attacking range of its massive teeth and cloths.*\n\n*As for moving into position, Ishikawa would be able to reach the center of the clearing with little difficulty. There would still be a tree in the way of making a clear shot, but it wasn't impossible.*\n\n*As for Kibaru, being the bold individual he is, would attempt to sneak up right behind the beasts. As he got closer the revolting scent of the dead would fill his nostrils along with raw blood. Even as a hunter, the scent of death is always hard to get used to.*\n\n*As he got closer he would also get a better idea of how truly massive this beasts were. The cubs would actually appear to be bigger than normal tigers and were clearly bigger than him as well. It is no surprise why the village was suffering from these beasts, as given their size it would be a safe assumption that they would eat a ton. If they weren't dealt with the ecosystem of the forest would likely collapse as well. And perhaps with all that pressure on his mind he would find himself not paying attention to his footing and would hear a resounding snap as stepped on a branch*\n\n*The mother beast and her cubs would immediately perk their heads up and turn to face Kibaru. The mother would let out a deep resounding growl and start to get up on all four, preparing to pounce on Kibaru*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*As they notice him, Kibaru would immediately draw his Odatchi from his back and slash down at the Mother and prepare to defend against her attack*\n\n```HP: 41/41 \nMana: 0/0\nFocus: 6/6\nRage: 4/4\n\nMovement: N/A\nAttack 1: Odatchi VS Mother Cut/ 24 / 10 \nAction 2: Defend ```"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa, seeing that Kibaru had awakened the beasts, would rush to a location where he'd be able to make a clear shot, drawing an arrow from quiver as he prepared to make his first strike on the beast. Attempting to aim for the neck or heart, he drew, letting the arrow fly. Afterwards, he ducks down behind the wreckage, hoping to be obscured.* \n```HP: 39/39\nMana: 6/6\nFocus: 8/8\nPlays: 4/4\nDefense: 6\nMovement: 6 tiles\nAttack 1: Shortbow VS Mother Pierce/ 19 / 9\nAction 2: Hide 15```"
}
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{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The mother would lunge forward with its maw, aiming to crush Kibaru's skull in her jaw, but would reel back in pain as Ishikawa's arrow pierces it's neck. She would glare toward Ishikawa's direction and Ishikawa would suddenly feel the immense pressure of being the hunted instead of being the hunter. The wreckage he dove into didn't seem to filter the mother's gaze whatsoever and instead start to feel a bit like a prison.*\n\n*That said, the mother was still reeling in pain from Ishikawa's precise shot, but it would attempt to swing her paw at Kibaru to swat him away he would be agile enough to avoid it. The three cubs however would all surround him and hiss and snarl at him as they each made attempts to swipe at him, but it would seem with the adrenaline pumping through his veins he is able to remain light-footed and avoid all their strikes and even manage to plunge his odatchi into the mother's side, causing her to roar out in pain once more* \n\n```\nBoth of Ishikawa and Kibaru's blows land on the mother, dealing 35 dmg altogether. Mother is now Skewered and Bleeding\n```\n\n```reaction phase```"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Witnessing how dire of a situation Kibaru was in, Ishikawa quickly reacted, drawing yet another arrow from his quiver. His companion wouldn't be able to consistently dodge forever, and the quicker he took out the mother, the quicker the fight would be easier to end. Letting loose yet another arrow, he aimed once again for the neck, hoping to down the beast.* \n```HP: 39/39\nMana: 6/6\nFocus: 8/8\nPlays: 4/4\nDefense: 9\nMovement: 6 tiles\nReaction: Shortbow VS Mother Pierce/ 16 / 7 (7)```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The mother would have her roar cut short as yet another arrow made its way into her neck. It would become a bit of a gurgle as blood now dripped from her mouth and a bit of fear can now be seen in her eyes. It would seem she was just now realizing she was no longer the only hunter in these parts*\n\n```\nIshikawa lands their reactive shot, dealing 7 more dmg to the mother\n```\n\n```Round 2 Action phase```"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*With the failed attacks, Kibaru would smirk and attack yet again. This time however, he would attack twice, striking the cub left to him.*\n\n```HP: 41/41 \nMana: 0/0\nFocus: 6/6\nRage: 4/4\nDefense: (4) 7\nMovement: N/A\n\n\n```"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*With deft movement, Ishikawa would tenderly take yet another arrow from his quiver, preparing to fire once again. He did not enjoy the fear in his preys eyes like other, crueler hunters did. He did not hunt for the thrill, or the glory. He hunted to survive, and to keep the horrors of the world at bay. Whatever this beast was, it wasn't anything he knew of. Something was wrong. With the end of that thought, he drew his bowstring back once again, letting it fly. Another arrow came flying in the beasts direction soon after.* \n```HP: 39/39\nMana: 6/6\nFocus: 8/8\nPlays: 4/4\nDefense: (6) 9\nMovement: N/A\n\nAction 2: Shortbow VS Mother Pierce/ 12 / 6 (7)```"
}
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{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The mother beast with her head already facing Ishikawa would turn the rest of her body and leap toward him with her jaws wide open. As the abyss of death approached Ishikawa's arrows would sink into the mother's open mouth. A loud gurgling sound would be heard as the mother continued to tumble over toward Ishkiawa's directions before colliding with him, knocking him prone. The mother would twitch for a few moments before laying still, her eyes now glazed over.*\n\n*As for the cubs, Kibaru's first swing would sink deep into the beasts side and it would yelp out in pain. However, its hide would prove itself to be thicker than that of a usual tiger, making it difficult for Kibaru to pull his Odatchi back and stab again, giving the cub plenty of time to avoid it with ease. Taking advantage of the opening, all three of the cubs would pounce and attempt to claw and bite away at his body*\n```\nMother is dead\nIshikawa takes 4 dmg and is prone\nCub 1 is hurt for 11 dmg\nKibaru potentially hit for 72 dmg\n```"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa instinctively reached for another arrow and let it fly as he realized his companion was about to be mauled severely, aiming for one of the cubs neck before he fell to the ground.* \n```HP: 35/39\nMana: 6/6\nFocus: 8/8\nPlays: 4/4\nDefense: (6) 9\nMovement: N/A\nReaction: Shortbow VS Cub Pierce/ 18 / 19 (25)```"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Seeing as this time he wouldn't be as lucky, Kibaru act quickly and try to doge or at lest lessen the damage from the beast*\n\n```HP: 4/41 \nMana: 0/0\nFocus: 0/6\nRage: 4/4\nDefense: (4) 7\nMovement: N/A\nReaction: Parry/Evade / Negate 35 damage```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Unfortunately for Kibaru, the onslaught of bites and claws would prove too much to fully evade. Pain would shoot up his body as the cubs tore away at his flesh. A cub would reach out and attempt to claw away at Kibaru's neck, however an arrow would zoom past Kibaru's head and into the cub's eye, causing the claw to instead come down across his face. The cub wouldn't even be able to yelp out in pain as it fell to the ground, killed on the spot. The other two cubs would turn to face where the arrow came from and hiss upon seeing Ishikawa, fear as well as anger clearly in their eyes*\n\n```\nKibaru takes 37 dmg\nKibaru is bleeding\nCub 1 is dead\n```"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Screaming out in pain and anger, Kibaru would instantly enter a berserk state and lash out at one of the cub, showing no mercy*\n\n```HP: 19/41 \nTemp HP: 30\nMana: 0/0\nFocus: 0/6\nRage: 5/4\nDefense: (4) 16\nMovement: N/A\nAttack 1: Odatchi VS Cub 2 Cut/ 24 / 16 (34) crushing blow\nAttack 2: Odatchi VS Cub 2 Cut/ 21 / 22 (34) crushing blow```"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Taking the time to stand up, Ishikawa quickly surveys the situation they are in. Kibaru is heavily injured, two cubs remain. Taking an arrow from his quiver, he breaths in deeply, drawing his bowstring back as he focuses on his quarry. As he releases the bowstring, he exhales, the arrow flying at the cub Kibaru had not yet damaged.*\n```HP: 39/39\nMana: 6/6\nFocus: 8/8\nPlays: 4/4\nDefense: (6) 9\nMovement: N/A\nAction 1: Stand Up\nAction 2: Shortbow VS Mother Pierce/ 7 / 3 (7)```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The cubs would also lunge Kibaru at the same time he went berserk. Perhaps due to being young and having a ton of adrenaline in their blood from their fight or flight response, they leaped at such incredible speeds that they almost looked like a blue. Their claws would attempt to tear into Kibaru's side while also avoiding both of his swings as well as Ishikawa's shot*\n\n```\nAll attacks missed on cubs\nCubs landed 2 blows. Potential 24 dmg\nKibaru is still bleeding\n```"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Realizing these creatures were going to be a tougher fight than he originally thought, he let loose yet another arrow, not allowing his resolve to be broken.* \n```HP: 35/39\nMana: 6/6\nFocus: 8/8\nPlays: 4/4\nDefense: (6) 9\nMovement: N/A\nReaction: Shortbow VS Cub Pierce/ 16 / 3 (7)```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The arrow would fly toward the cub, but the cub with its lightning reflexes would swat it away mid-flight, clearly unamused by it*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Probally from being berserk, Kibaru would yet again attempts swinging at the same cub not caring much for the outcome anymore*\n\n```HP: 19/41 \nTemp HP: 2\nMana: 0/0\nFocus: 0/6\nRage: 4/4\nDefense: (4) 11\nMovement: N/A\nAttack 1: Odatchi VS Cub 2 Cut/ 8 / 17 (22) crushing blow\nAttack 2: Odatchi VS Cub 2 Cut/ 9 / 6 (22) crushing blow```"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Realizing that his arrows weren't going to be as effective on the cubs as he'd hoped, Ishikawa swapped from his bow to his hunting spear, bracing himself. Rushing quickly at the beast while it was distracted with Kibaru, he'd lunge at it, charging. Once he had hit it once, he'd pierce it once again, aiming in-between the ribs of the beast, hoping to hit the heart.* \n```HP: 39/39\nMana: 6/6\nFocus: 8/8\nPlays: 3/4\nDefense: (6) 9\nMovement: 6 tiles \n\nAction 2: Boar Spear VS Cub Pierce/ 19 / 3 (9)```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The cubs would easily dodge kibaru's half-hearted swings and continue to bite and tear away at him. However the cub he was swinging at, being distracted by Kibaru's swing would find itself impaled by Ishikawa's spear. It would struggle a bit, trashing about while squealing in pain before eventually going limp. The remaining cub caught off guard but also terrified by its sibling suddenly would only be able to land one blow across Kibaru's back before turning to face the woods as if preparing to flee.*\n\n```\nKibaru is hit for 12 dmg\nCub 2 is dead\n```"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*With the beast seeming like it was about to retreat, Kibaru would unleash all hell and anger out upon this poor frightened creature*\n\n```HP: 5/41 \nTemp HP: 0\nMana: 0/0\nFocus: 0/6\nRage: 1/4\nDefense: (4) 9\nMovement: N/A\nAttack 1: Odatchi VS Cub 3 Cut/ 28 / 23 (34) crushing blow\nAttack 2: Odatchi VS Cub 3 Cut/ 21 / 19 (34) crushing blow```"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Blood stained his face and hands as he wrenched the spear out of the cubs hide, stepping back. As a hunter, he shouldn't be winded, but his breathing was heavy as he charged once again towards the last remaining cub, using his body weight to force the spear into the creatures side. He thrust the spear towards it a second time, stabbing towards it.* \n```HP: 39/39\nMana: 6/6\nFocus: 8/8\nPlays: 2/4\nDefense: (6) 9\nMovement: 1 tile \n\nAction 2: Boar Spear VS Cub Pierce/ 4 / 2 (9)```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Kibaru's all out blow would cut deep into the cub's side, causing it to screech out in pain. However, like last time, it would be caught in its thick fur, proving it difficult to pull out, which allowed the cub the pull away and run toward the forest. It's speed proved too fast for Ishikawa to catch up, thus his charge and thrust would fail to hit its mark*\n\n```\nCub takes 23 dmg\nKibaru is still bleeding\nCub flees\n```"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Not wanting to let Kibarus damage be for nothing, Ishikawa ran after the creature as fast as his legs would allow him to. Whatever these beasts were, he didn't want to allow them a chance to reproduce and cause more damage farther down the line. No. It would end here.* \n```HP: 39/39\nMana: 6/6\nFocus: 8/8\nPlays: 3/4\nDefense: (6) 9\nMovement: 6 tiles \nAction 1: Dash\nAction 2: Boar Spear Charge VS Cub Pierce/ 19 / 33 (34)```"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*The beast now retreating caused kibaru to immediately rush after it, not willing to let his prey go. While running, he would mend his irritating bleeding wounds*\n\n```HP: 1/41 \nTemp HP: 0\nMana: 0/0\nFocus: 0/6\nRage: 0/4\nDefense: (4) 8\nMovement: 6\nAction 1: Use rage to Dash\nHalf action: Mending\nAttack 1: Odatchi VS Cub 3 Cut / 18 / 16 (16)```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The beast would attempt to flee for it's life, but would find itself outmatched by the skilled hunters pursuing it. The Odatchi and boar spear spear would impale its side and just like its sibling it would be met with a painful squirming death*\n\n*It would appear the hunt was over. All that was left was the carnage left by the beasts as well as the beasts as well.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would draw his blade out of the Cub and slash his sword to the side checking the blade's still in one piece. He would then sheath it and fall to his back, breathing heavily and feeling exhausted *\n\n*After about 10 minutes he would stand up* \"Right, guess I should start by skinning the mother\" *And so he would do just that*\n\n*After which he would search the wreckage for anything valuable*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Kibaru would not have much difficulty skinning the pelt off the mother. As for the wreckage, the caravan appeared to be transporting dried meats and pottery, all of which had either been shattered or eaten through. The bodies of the merchants though would still have their coin pouches, though they would be ripped torn open with the coins spilled all over the ground. It would take some time, but altogether Kibaru would find a total of 1181 silver pieces as well as their lockets with portraits of their loved ones and or wedding rings*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Excellent, this is precisely why keeping treasure such as these lockets are a good idea. Their families will rest better knowing they were avenged\" *Kibaru said feeling a bit sick before moving away to get some fresh air before he would vomit*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Once the adrenaline had worn off Ishikawa would dispassionately remoce the spear from the cubs side, hunching as he began to clean the blood from the tip. Sweat ran down his face, mixing with the blood as it trailed down. His body ached from the mother falling upon him, but it was nothing compared to the phantom pains in his scarred arm. \n\nTaking careful note of the battlefield, he stepped cautiously through the wreckage, beginning to skin the remaining two cubs. He spent the same amount of time as Kibaru, but was far more careful, making sure the pelt was clean. He moved on to harvesting the claws, then turned to the mother, taking note of her anatomy. Something that might tell him what the cause of her strangeness was.\n\nHe hasn't noticed Kibaru picking through the wreckage whilst he was observing the mother, however, when he stood back up, his face scrunched in disgust. He didn't see Kibaru picking through their belongings as the noble act he seemed to think it would be. Turning towards the direction of the village, he took note of the time, now wild hair falling into his face. He began to walk. Rather flatly, he spoke,*\n\n\"We should return to the village, the longer we're gone the more they'll worry we failed.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Ishikawa also wouldn't have any trouble collecting the two cub's fur or their claws. Glancing over the mother wouldn't reveal much about the cause of her strangeness. Ishikawa was a hunter after all, not an animal biologist. The most he would be able to tell from his own hunting experience was that it had unusual bone growth, especially around the spine and shoulders, but not much else about the cause. The body was far to large to bring to town for specialists to look over it, and the body would likely be rotten by the time a specialist was called over to investigate. It would seem the origin of this strange beast will remain a mystery*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Hey, i believe the other cub's hide belong to you, considering you did most of the killing.\" *Kibaru said before using a healing salve to recover a bit and numb the pain +10HP*\n\n*After it had taken affect he would draw his odatchi before bringing it down on the necks of the skinned felines. Aiming to claim their heads*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The nature of the beasts troubled him, but there wasn't much he could do about it at this point. The most he could do was hope the creature was an anomaly that had been dealt with permanently. Most animals were skittish around humans, and to see a wild cat of that size was troubling to him, especially what he had encountered previously. \n\nIshikawa walked back towards Kibaru, muting his expression once again, not wanting to portray his disdain for Kibarus actions. He gathered the hides of the cubs, leaving Kibaru to gather the heads as proof of their kill.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would hit his head* \"Disgraceful!\" *He yelled out before going to his knees as he resited a whispering prayer to their prey* \"May your bodies feed many and may you return to the cycle of life\" *Only that part would be audible. After which he pick up the heads and continue to carry it in the mother's hide as a makeshift bag* \" Want something for the pain?\""
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa watched him, expression unchanged. He used to give similar prayers after hunts, but he had stopped months ago. His faith in the gods had wavered, and so did his worship. The most respectful thing to do, in his mind, was use all that he could and move on. No displays needed.\n\nHe turned to Kibaru, walking.*\n\n\"It wont do much for me I'm afraid. I have something of my own to deal with it, later...\""
}
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{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The two of you would make it back the village, albeit it would take a while given how heavy/thick the pelts were. As you get closer to the village though they would come over and assist you as they lead you to the elder. The elder himself would be sitting in a rocking chair with a pipe in hand, and would have a look of surprise seeing you two approach. He would look over the pelts and decapitated heads and let out a sigh of relief*\n\n\"You really did kill them. At long last, our village can have peace.\"\n\n*He would reach into his pocket and hand each of you a pouch. Inside would be 20 gold pieces, just like had said. He would then seemingly count the number of smaller pelts the two of you were carrying and count out 15 gold and hold it out infront of him*\n\n\"It would seem there were 3 cubs if I counted correctly. Shame they couldn't be captured alive, but we can pay you 15 gold for your services. I hope 5 gold a head was worth the effort. If you plan on seeing the pelts we would be willing to buy the mother's pelt for 8 gold and the cub's pelt for 2 gold each. Is that alright with you two?\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"And for what purpose do you want these pelts though?. I'm not exactly saying know. But I am just curious\" *Kibaru said before putting his collection down and sitting down for a little rest as his body was quite hurt and battered*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa knew he'd likely be able to get a better deal, but he accepted the terms. 35 gold plus the price of the pelts was a good enough price for what he had done, and would allow him to continue to subsist mostly alone. He set 2 of the cubs pelts down on the ground, keeping the third. He had use for one of them. Carefully, he took his payment, speaking more gently than usual.* \n\n\"Those are fair enough terms. I am simply glad to have ended the problem permanently.\" \n\n*He hoped there were no more of the creatures, but he could never be sure.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "\"Well the cold season is approaching. We could make coats and blankets and rugs out of the pelts. Will also serve as proof to any damn bastard that doubted our words about the massive beast when they see the size of that pelt\" *The elder would say to Kibaru*\n\n*Seeing Ishikawa put down the 2 cub pelts the elder would hand him 4 gold*\n\n\"Thank you for your service. I know it isn't much, but you're free to stop by anytime in the future. Perhaps seeking shelter from the cold or a place to rest. The two of you truly are the heroes of our village.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I'll juke you up on that offer right now. Hey umm. I forgot you name, but wana trade hide bud, this one will probally be Better.?\" *Kibaru asked feeling a little guilty for not asking before hand*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The 'Macen' looked over at Kibaru, shaking his head. The hide of the cub was enough for his purposes, given it was the size of a tigers. His voice hardened slightly, looking away from him once again.* \n\n\"Saito. And no, this is sufficient enough.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The elder would nod his end at Kibaru and hand him 8 gold for the mother's pelt*\n\n\"Thank you for your service. The name was Zacharia-ah, you were asking Hunter Saito.\"\n\n*The elder would then bow his head respectively*\n\n\"Till next time we meet, Hunter Kibaru and Hunter Saito\"\n\n*With that the villagers would help gather the rest of the pelts and take them to the village while others would be preparing bull drawn wagons while a few others would come out with dogs that would be sniffing and following the bloody tracks left by Kibaru's torn up body*\n\n```Quest Complete\n40 xp\n20 gold rewarded each for hunting the mother\n15 gold paid each for killing the 3 cubs\n4 gold paid to Ishikawa for 2 cub pelts\n8 gold paid to Kibaru for mother's pelt\n```"
}
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{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "*Up ahead on the snowy main pathway rested singular Two-Horse Cart, a bit off the road by some trees. The two horses were currently on a post not far away eating some revealed grass on the ground. But slightly more importantly the cart was shaking and rumbling... And is that smoke coming out of it? Unclear, but what was certain was the sound of a very dismayed female inside of the cart moving around quickly making the whole cart shake with intensity*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*A pair of wolf pups wrestled amongst themselves within the snow, one of the two letting out a loud shriek upon being tackled over. The third wolf pup would follow just behind, his tail wagging excitedly as his nose pressed against the air. Something similar to that of smoke seemed to reach his nostrils and with it, his tail would grow still. Terrel would continue on his way, finding himself distracted by the road ahead only to be suddenly disrupted as he caught sight of one of the pups diverting from their normal course to head over to the cart.*\"Floof.\"*He'd call out in warning. \n\nFrom beneath his mask he could make out the small fumes of smoke coming from it with a pair of horses tied up not too far away. Part of Terrel figured the horses to be alone, however, that thought was instantly disproven as the sound of a female's voice seemed to exit the cart, alongside it shaking and rumbling. Terrel raised an eyebrow in a look of question as he made his way over, coming to stand just a small distance away from the cart.*\"Hey, if you're planning on burning the whole cart down, usually you'd want to be on the outside of it.\"*He'd say in expecting a response back. At least it would confirm that someone was still in there if not already burnt to a crisp.*"
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "*Inside Said cart was young but* **Mostly** *Skilled alchemist Alma whitiker running around quite frantically within the small Cary, coughing slightly from the smoke inside, but continued to work hard on her obviously failed but not ready to dispose of combination of materials as she frantically added more and more liquids to it, trying to get it to calm down before gulping hearing the sound of somebody outside*\n\n\"O-oh haha! Thanks Im uh... Just having some minor difficulties cooking food, it's really no big deal! I'd just recommend standing possibly far enough away to not hear my voice to be saf- oh... That's not supposed to happen\" *She'd peek her head out the cart door with a wide smile, her long red hair tied up neatly atop her head a large pair of goggles over her eyes as she looked the man up and down carefully and making a \"Awww\" At the dogs before quick returning inside the cart, a quite large* ***POP*** *Could be heard before it becoming more frequent like the sound of popcorn... Although this was not a nice treat, within a few minutes the girl would burst out of the car holding a large glass bottle filled with a extremely volatile green liquid before tossing it into the snow quite a distance away, the bottle exploding acid dissolving everything around it including a tree, it falling over shortly afterwards*\n\n*And there stood Alma, removing the large goggles from her eyes wiping her brow as she tapped her chin* \"Hmmm final report... To much volatile liquid and not enough acid... Result almost certain death for Carn, Jace, Alma, and random bystander, along with certain destruction of cart... Interested\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Minor is an understatement-\"*He'd say with a snort as he was hit with the smell coming off the cart. At Alma's warning, Terrel could only find himself managing to take a step back before the woman would peer out at him. His other two pups would slowly make their way over to him, attracted by all the noise coming from the cart and before Terrel could say anything, Alma had vanished away once more.*\"Welp she's dead...\"*He'd say, his words soon being followed by a loud pop.\n\nThe Elf would wait a few seconds, listening out for any sign of the woman still being alive. Surely enough, Alma would burst out of the cart with a strange green vial in her hands, forcing Terrel to have to take a step back as she would cast it out and in turn leaving it to shoot out acid and burn away everything it touched. Terrel stood there, staring over towards where the tree once was in seemingly stunned silence before he'd eventually gaze back towards Alma who he couldn't quite tell if she was talking to him or herself.*\n\n\"Call me a random pig instead. It would make much more sense to explain how you'll ended up with extra pieces of bacon by the end of the day.\"*He'd say, before looking back at the acid then Alma once more.*\"That isn't going to spread all the way over here is it?\""
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "*She waved her hands* \"Oh no no nooo, it won't spread, it will simply just go down down down down down until it looses its PH volatility! Then it will stop and most likely dissolve and or cause Long lasting effects on this ecosystem of forests by melting the roots of trees... And oh my that was a terrible place to dump acid...\"\n\n\"But worry not! You will not become bacon today! And your adorable dogs will not become carbon dioxide from being melted!\" *After quickly scribbling down the experiment Alma would spin completely to face the man with a pig mask offering out what used to be a gloved hand, but was now nothing more then leather scraps* \"Alma, Alma Whitiker!Full time Alchemist for hire! Wonderful to meet you \"Random pig...\" As you called yourself! And by the way I loooooove your dogs\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"...Right.\"*He responded dubiously to her explanation, undoubtedly not following what exactly she was on about. His wolf pups would mill around his legs, the darker grey one letting out a bark at Alma from the safety of his hiding spot behind the Elf while the older white wolf sat down at Terrel's side, leaving the third smaller wolf pup to cower away completely from sight. With Alma introducing herself and holding out a hand to shake, Terrel would simply gaze at the burnt pieces of leather, figuring there was probably a 50% chance he could still lose his hand to it, though with her explanation, probably after several years.*\n\n\"Terrel Bales... Mercenary for higher.\"*He'd respond before glancing down at the wolves by his legs with Alma bringing them up.*\"They're wolves, just got the duo of them from Salvania.\"*He'd explain, gesturing to the two grey pups behind him.*\"They're... Ehm... Still in training...\"*Terrel would say, glancing back towards the cart and the mess created from it.*\"Alchemist you say? Do you usually blow up everything you work on? If so, I don't think you'll have a cart by the time a customer comes around... Or horses for that matter.\""
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "*She'd shrug as she lowered her arm, once at her waist the glove completely dissolved completely fell apart, A small amount of acid burning through the ground as she moved her foot Slightly* \"Heh, whoops... Those were my acidproof gloves... Looks like the concoction kinda worked... In a way\" *She'd shake her head*\n\n\"Oh nice to meet you Terrel! And yes yes my apologies\" *She'd lean down to look at the dogs* \"How could I mistake you glorious predators to your completely inferior genetic offspring\" *She'd stand back up looking a bit offended* \"No I don't! It's called the scientific method! Science doesn't always work the first time! You need mistakes to grow better! And in a way it almost worked... Hmph... In actuality I haven't had a custom in quiet a while... But not because of my dangerous potions! I just recently started experimenting with combat potions... I sell nornal onws... That don't explode\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel watched as the glove fell apart, suddenly more glad he didn't bother to shake it. He'd gaze back at Alma, noticing the offense she seemed to take from his comment. Whatever thing she was trying to make, he doubted it turned out anywhere near what she was hoping, but he still saw use in the simple acid if handled properly, a cruel use to the environment and even more so in combat, but a use was a use.*\"The next one will probably be a masterpiece then.\"*He'd say with a partial grin forming at the jab of her saying mistakes helped things grow better.\n\nThe darker grey wolf pup would growl under his breath, backing away from the Alma while the one originally hiding behind Terrel would dare to peek out at Alma as she'd lean down to them. Floof merely kept where he was, his tongue hanging out peacefully while he watched the Alchemist.*\"Normal combat potions? Alright, what do you have then?\"*Terrel would ask in surprising interest.*"
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "*She'd scoff* \"Ha ha, really funny, its not easy making dangerous potions when you have nothing but a base set and for the record I was right on the lip of success! I just simply couldn't kiss it... Alas that's why I'll be trying again once all the most likely toxic smoke clears from my Wagon, next time less volatile liquid and more acid!\"\n\n*She'd chuckle at cute puppies growling at her as she walked over to her cart waving her arms coughing a Bit* \"Well I got health potions, potions that give you fire resistance, ice resistance... Potions that increases your vitality potions that\" *She leans in close* \"Make you Basically invisible... Those be my favorites, and potions that make you tougher also make you look more... Appealing, oh oh oh! And a one that makes you resistant to most things, Speed potions, you don't look like a mage but I also got mana potions... And that's about it, my combat potions are still a work in progress... Too unstable as you've seen, any interest you though?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I'm sure it isn't.\"*He joked, gesturing to the rest of the cart before finally refocusing on Alma as she began listing out the different types of potions she had. She was right about one thing, he wasn't a mage, far from it actually despite being an Elf. He lifted a gloved hand to his chin, rubbing at it absently as he seemed lost in through towards which one interested him the most.*\n\n\"Those potions wouldn't happen to be able to work on animals as well would they?\"*It was a rather peculiar question from him, but seeing how many animals trailed around after him, it didn't seem too far out there.*"
}
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{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "*Alma would stop dead in her tracks thinking for a long Second tapping her chin...* \"You know what? I don't actually know... I suppose it wouldn't hurt to test a potion with a minor effect on the oldest of your dogs, assuming you sign my potion testing liability contract removing me from any sort of capital trial and or charges that would be pressed againt me in the state of something going wrong\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well that fills me with a lot of confidence.\"*He'd say sarcastically, soon letting out a somewhat nervous laugh at the thought. The Elf would glance down at Floof who would gaze back at him in turn. He'd give him a light pat on the head, soon turning to look at the two younger pups and deciding to pick up the bigger of the two, Ansel. The barking pup seemed to grow silent as he was picked up and held in Terrel's arms.*\"Alright, what are my best options for minor potions?\""
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "\"Not saying it'll happen! It's just if it does I dont want to arrested and loose my livelihood\" *She'd pull her goggles over her eyes looking at the dog very closely tapping her chin* \"Well to not have to damage your little pup to see a effect of a potion, how about a neat little Haste potion to make your dog absolutely speedy! Also it's probably the least dangerous other then the elevated heart rate and bloodflow...\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Trust me, a piece of parchment won't save your livelihood if I lose a wolf.\"*He said in his normal monotone voice. Of course by livelihood, he meant something much different than her business, but he didn't reiterate on that.*\"Haste then?\"*He'd ask more curiously before passing an glance down towards the younger wolf. The Pig Elf would gently pick up Ansel's sister in his other hand giving her a light rub under her chin to relax her in her timidity.*\"How does that sound to you Blur?\"*Of course she didn't respond, merely eyeing her brother in him having become quiet towards what was happening.*\"Lets give it a try on her... Just don't raise her blood flow too much or she'll end up with a heart attack.\"*He'd say.*"
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "\"Legally? Yes... Physically most likely not... But don't worry I've got my small potions down to a T, it's just the combat potions that Crack under scrutiny, now come come come! Let's go to my carriage!\"\n\n*She'd go over to her carriage taking a deep breath* \"Ahhh that's the smell we want, not toxic death fumes settling in my home and lab\" *She'd hop into her carriage waving for the man to come in as well with the dog grabbing a small vile in a sealed container getting ready for the Magic happen*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would follow after Alma, carefully placing Ansel back on the ground so he could follow alongside Floof while the Elf carried Blur over to the carriage.*\"I feel like not worrying left the window after burning down a tree with nothing but a bottle of liquid.\"*He'd say slowing up as he'd enter the carriage and finding himself ducking down slightly.\n\nHis pups found themselves waiting just outside the carriage while Carl had decided to graze around the area where Terrel had left him.*\"I'm guessing she'll have to drink the whole thing in order for it to work?\"*He asked as he watched Alma take the vial out.*"
}
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The Salvanian roads and path cross each other more times than threads in a jacket. Sometimes, completely unrelated people might end up traveling with each other; this was the case for Marcus and Doram, along with some other merchants and travelers. They would be in the front of the group by sheer luck. Up ahead, two people stood in front of them.*"
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "*Say you next to me do you know see those folks up ahead do you know them they seems weird they are just standing i think*"
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "*Responds* \"It looks like its just two people. This is a well traveled road. I would not be too alarmed. Lets see what they have to say\""
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "*\"Hey you two standing there what are you guys doing why aren't you moving ahead with the path\"*"
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "\"I would not pay them any mind\"\n\n\"Lets just keep walking along the road\""
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "*\"Well if you insist i won't just find it a little weird that they are just standing there, Well anyways i don't think that we have exganched names\"*\n\n*\"My name is Doram and yours is?\"*"
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "\"You can call me marcus.\" *He seems kind of dismissive, as if he does not really want to exchange names*"
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "*\"Well marcus nice to meet you you know you seem really nice i have not met such a nice person as you\" This brings happienes to Doram seeing that he meets a person who does not betray him*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*As Doram and Marcus approach, they can see that the two carry weapons. Both are men, one much larger than the other. The larger one carries a two handed axe, though not large enough to be called a greataxe, and the other has a short spear and wooden shield. Both are wearing gambeson.*\n\n*The smaller one speaks up, his voice somewhat scraggly, and points his spear at the two adventurers.*\n\n\"Oy! If ye wanna get past, you gotta pay up!\""
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "\"Of course, a reasonable request. I am guessing you are just the toll collectors for keeping this road safe?\"\n\n*Slowly walks towards them reaching down in waistband as if for a coin purse*"
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "*\"Well looks like i was right they did have something to do good thing that i have money to give what a great thing to be rich\" He says as he walks a bit behind Marcus also what i think is funny every time Doram says something to Marcus it has to be almost screaming due to the haight differince*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "\"Five gold per person. You can give it to Korn here.\"\n\n*Korn, the axe wielder, holds out his hand.*\n\n\"We'll be out of your hair once we receive payment.\""
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "*\"Say before i give you this gold what is the closest town in what kingdom are you and who is the local lord\" Doram is not entirly convinced when he is near the two they don't look like people to collect tolls*"
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "\"Who gives a shit\" *Marcus grunts as he uses is halberd and its reach to attempt to slice off the hand of Korn who still has his hand out to accept the coin*"
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "*\"Hey mind your own buissnes if you don't like me just don't respond, huh\" When Doram says huh he sees Marcus grab his halberd and i about to swing it against korns hand his fight or flight is about to kick in*\n\n\"WHAT THE HELL MARCUS EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW\" I say this as i have put some distance between us"
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "\"Shut up it was quite obvious they wanted to rob us. I did the same exact thing when I was younger when the mercenary group fell on hard times. Their only mistake was challenging a group with weapons.\""
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "*\"I see your point but even so that is not how you do an suprise attack\" \"You need a better explaination\"*"
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "\"You do not question stuff in battle, lets focus on getting out of this holdup first, talk later\""
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "\"You do not question stuff in battle, lets focus on getting out of this holdup first, talk later\"\n\n\"You are the weirdest person i have ever met\""
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "\"Well, I have dealt with many of these types. I have kept myself away from robbing and illegal actions since I was young but now I accept contracts. I need to get to the next tavern to get a drink and search for my next contract\"\n\nHP: 42\nMana: 0\nFocus: 3/4\n\nMovement: \nAttack 1: 25 hit (crit), 15 dmg"
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "*\"You know what you could actually help me with some thing\" I point my poison bolt at the small guy who for me is like the same size*"
},
{
"author": "manman98",
"message": "HP: 16\nMana: 10\nFocus: 0\n[Any class resources where needed]\nDefense: 0\nMovement:\nAttack 1: 14 hit, 6 dmg\nAttack 2: 1- miss"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Seeing the halberd aim towards his hand, Korn quickly brings it back and retaliates with his own axe swing, slashing Marcus. However, the halberd slashes through his chest, cutting him deeply. He's probably going to die soon.*\n\n*The spearman charges Marcus and makes an attack towards him as well, stabbing at him twice, but takes a poison bolt from\n```Marcus takes 3 attacks, each dealing 4 damage for 12 damage total.\nMarcus deals 15 slashing damage on Korn, applying Bleeding on him.\nDoram fires a poison bolt at the spearman, dealing 6 damage```\n\n```Reaction phase```"
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "*\"Hey sorry if you guys are toll collectors hey is just some one i need so i can't let him die\""
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "HP: 30\nMana: 0\nFocus: 3/4\n\nMovement:\n\nHP: 30\nMana: 0\nFocus: 3/4\n\nMovement:\nAttack:17 dmg total"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The spearman tries to raise his shield to face the barrage of attacks, but the halberd cuts through the shield and the poison bolt catches him square in the face. Needless to say, he's dead.*\n\n*A quick search would reveal no identification, meaning that these two are not toll takers at all, but bandits.*\n```Quest complete\n30 XP and 1000 SP awarded to each```"
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "*\"So you where right this does not mean that you should do that more often\"*"
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "\"Ah, they had some silver on them. Plus, we are doing a service to this 'great' empire protecting their roads. They should be paying us\""
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "*\"I don't know if my hearing was correct but you said something about needing work why don't we go to a bar and talk more\" Doram says this looking striaght up at Marcus*"
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "\"Sure, depends on the coin\"\n\n*Leaves with doram*"
}
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{
"author": "Mimi Gopana",
"message": "Upon leaving the wild of salvainia, Mimi had meant to go and find her way home... But realized that she completely forgot where she was. She remembered telling herself to repeat the same routine over and over in the same area to avoid getting lost... But she had no recollection of where that took place. In fact, she didn't really even have an idea of where she was at that moment. The blue uzhi suddenly stopped on the path and looked around frantically, trying to get her bearings. Everytime she looked in a direction the more lost she was, they all seemed to confusing for her brain. After a moment, the female sighed and shook her head in a glum fashion. She had zero clue about her whereabouts. Though, Mimi was never one to let that bother him. \n\n\"Ok ok.. Mimi you are Mimi, Mimi must stay strong. Mimi shall get home!\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would make her way to the edge of the forest. One more traveler gone, perhaps she could resume her marking around the opposite side. Glancing around she found herself having wandered past the normal tree-line, leading out to the dreaded roadways she had used to take before realizing it would be the end of her one day. She was about to turn back, her ears suddenly flicking as a faint voice got caught in them. Another one this close to the forest? Surely not, they were likely just using the trails rather than getting lost again in the forest. Then again, it wouldn't have been the first time it's happened. Juna would climb up the small slope, glancing over as she would notice the Uzhi looking around rather frantically before seemingly talking to herself to the Canifor's curiosity.*\"Ex... Excuse me... Are you lost...?\"*She'd say in a quiet tone. Juna supposed at this point it had become her job to lead travelers to Salvania what with how often they got lost. She couldn't blame them, though even now it confused her.*"
},
{
"author": "Mimi Gopana",
"message": "Mimi's head immediately sprung back up and she continued to walk along the path. Ahead of her, walking in the direction Mimi was leaving, the Uzhi noticed a girl. Mimi tilted her head towards her, inspecting her from underneath the shade of the trees that covered her eyes. Once the two inevitably crossed paths and began to make eye contact, Mimi stopped and spoke to her Then, the female smiled and tilted her head slightly to the side. \n\n\"Yes actually.. Mimi is quite lost, Mimi doesn't know where she is...\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would give a light flick of confusion. Was the the woman referring to herself or was she talking about someone else? She supposed she heard her talking to herself earlier, but it confused as to why she still would now.*\"Would... You happen to be Mimi...?\"*The Canifor would hesitantly ask, unsure of whether or not it was a dumb question. After all, she did say she was Mimi earlier, maybe more literally than figuratively.*"
},
{
"author": "Mimi Gopana",
"message": "Mimi was nothing close to natural or normal, a Uzhi that was simply innocent despite everything that had happened to her. Dangerous subtances and viles were a more common sight compared to actual trees and greenery. So seeing and being in such an environment... It felt... Good. It felt... Peaceful. It was just like Master had described it, such a lively yet homey feel to every step you take, it was as if you could stand here forever as the leaves floated through the air. But that feeling didn't last long, as she returned to the present reality thinking about what she needed to do now. She would quickly motion a formal bow to apologize for the confusion she had made. The uzhi would then point at herself.\n\n\"Yes, Mimi is Mimi. Mimi can only speak in third-person, Mimi is sorry she has made you confuse. Mimi hopes you accept Mimi's apology\""
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Part of Juna was curious enough to ask why that was, but seeing as Mimi was already apologizing for it, she figured it would be best not to question her in it. Slowly the Canifor would climb up onto the path, timidly looking from either side of the road. She never enjoyed taking this path, once already she had nearly lost her life on it. It felt, too open for her with no real sense of cover from the woods.*\"It's... Okay...\"*Juna would respond back her apology.*\"Nothing wrong with that.\"*She would offer a light smile to hide the sense of hesitation she could feel within her. The Canifor could probably show her the general way to go so long as it wasn't too far.*\"Are you... Trying to find the Capitol...?\"*She'd ask.*"
},
{
"author": "Mimi Gopana",
"message": "\"Mimi is trying to find the Capital, Capital is Mimi's home\" She commented, sort of amused by what a kind person this female was. It was cool though, she was impressed that more people had developed to become kind and more sensible. She reached into the small pouch, a coin within the palm of her hand. She was thinking about her home and her teacher, rolling the coin across her knuckles. She missed them. She really did. She stared up into the skies, flipping the coin into the air. What was wrong with a little adventure eh? Mimi grinned, her hand still flinging the coin in the air.\n\n\"Mimi needs to go home, so Mimi can tell teacher about her adventures\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would angle her head in the direction that the Capitol was. At least with the road, it was mostly a straight shot, but she couldn't help the dreary feeling within her at the thought of returning. She had enough things happen to her in that city to keep her distance for a whole season. Well that and having to raise a to-be hatchling. A lot occupied her, but the city was once place she didn't think would help in the slightest.*\"I can show you as far as the gates then...\"*She'd say with a dip of her head before turning and heading off in the direction towards the Capitol.*"
},
{
"author": "Mimi Gopana",
"message": "\"Hmm? Why don't you come with Mimi! Mimi can help you to the Capital.\"\n\n The girl chuckled softly to herself before she looked at the female before her with a stern and serious face. She released her right hand to stick out a pinky finger. Yeah childish, but the reassuring expression on her face was completely genuine. The girl was kind and was willing to help a total stranger get to the Capital, thus the Uzhi saw no reason for the female to not come with her into the Capital."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"The Capitol...\"*She paused as if trying to think of the best explanation for not heading inside.*\"It's not the place for me...\"*The Canifor soon finished. With the Uzhi holding out her pinky, Juna would place a single hand around her fisted up one.*\"Just to the gate...\"*She'd say once more before turning around and continuing her progress.*"
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{
"author": "Mimi Gopana",
"message": "\"Hmm.. Ok but! One day Mimi is gonna take you to the capital beyond the gates\"\n\nThe remark is not what Uzhi expected to hear as she gives a slight chuckle before regaining her composure. This just made her determined to take this kind woman to the capital with her but it did make her ponder the question. Why didn't she want to go to the capital? It was one of the safest places in this region. As long as you stay out of the darker parts of the city you'd be safe-ish. So.. Why? Does she hesitate to travel beyond the gates of the capital."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would give a friendly smile as if trying to be polite towards the Uzhi's determination in getting her to head in the city.*\"It's okay Mimi...\"*She'd say almost as if she were trying to reassure her.*\"I've been to the Capitol... Many times for fur trade and rest it's just... Not my kind of place... I prefer the forests...\"*Juna figured it was best to give that kind of explanation over going into detail of why she'll be absent for a good portion of the year. That was something she'd have to deal with on her own. She'd pass in silence for a while, regaining focus on the road ahead once more.*"
},
{
"author": "Mimi Gopana",
"message": "\"Mimi guess thats a reasonable explanation..!\"\n\nCatching up with her, Mimi would try her best to keep up with her for some reason her legs felt like they were gonna give up soon. Mimi felt silent as juna shifted her full attention towards her staring at the road in complete silence. The silence was only filled with low breathing sounds. \n\nShe never addressed her mentor by his real name, which led to a swift lecture. Neither did Uzhi argue with him, complete obedience. Never did she form an opinion of her own without him confirming it, if you asked why she thought and lived in the manner being done currently, she could not answer. Everything about Mimi was copy and pasted."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*As Juna would would walk onwards, her ears would remain up and alert. She never did trust these roads after all, with the near assassination attempt on her and Jace. As nothing seemed to reach her, she'd eventually glance back towards Mimi as she rushed to catch up, leaving the Canifor wondering is she was walking too fast.*\n\n\"I'm... Not moving too quickly for you... Am I...?\"*She'd ask, unsure of what the Uzhi's normal pace was. It wasn't often that she even saw Uzhis, at least not any ones that she could really interact with without getting a sharp arrow in the shoulder. They seemed relatively odd to her, like the slime of a snail, except it made up their entire body somehow. She wondered what it must like, surely they must get along just fine even with the potential susceptibility of things sticking to them.*"
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{
"author": "Mimi Gopana",
"message": "\"No no, Mimi is just kinda tired now. Mimi went out into the wilds and Mimi feels her legs are gonna give up but~ Mimi shall be fine\"\n\nThe Uzhi would say perhaps all the excitement and adrenaline she had as she ran into the wilds were blocking all the pain and fatigue. It was now taking effect but Mimi didn't want to be a burden for this kind lady to carry, she was already helping Mimi to the capital. Instead, she pushed through and tried her best to act as ok as possible. Walking her way past juna steadily but one could see her legs quivering as she walked. Mimi was most likely gonna collapse onto the ground any minute now if she kept walking."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would watch her walk on ahead, silently eyeing her as her struggle became more noticeable to the Canifor from behind. She knew what fatigue did to one and part of her questioned if they'd get to the Capitol in time. Her insistence of walking would only get her so far after all.*\n\n\"Mimi... I...I'm not so sure that you'll be able to walk the whole way if... You're already tired...\"*Juna would try to say more politely to not hinder the excitement of the Uzhi.*\"And... I don't think it best to head into the Capitol this exhausted... The place can be full of...\"*She paused for a moment to think of the right words. Thieves? Crooks? Assassins?*\"Well... Not very pleasant people sometimes... Who... May take advantage of your exhaustion if... You're not careful...\"*If someone had told Juna this a few years ago when she had first started her travels, she would have found it hard to believe in thinking most would grow out of that kind of nature. How wrong she would have been.*"
},
{
"author": "Mimi Gopana",
"message": "The world seemed to slow down as Juna spoke, Mimi's vision became blurry and Juna's voice was becoming unclear and hazy by the second. It was too late. The Uzhi collapsed onto the ground, and Mimi herself had no idea why. She was more concerned about the fact that she wasn't able to get home. Mimi didn't worry long, thankfully the female was there and she was gonna help her.. Right? Mimi slowly stood up only to fall once again, aching all over her body where she had hit the ground, which was the entire left side of her body. She was for sure hurting.\n\n\"Mimi must get home, Mimi's master is waiting for Mimi\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would lower on her head at the sight of the Uzhi collapsing over. She couldn't say that she didn't see it coming which was obvious enough in her calm demeanor as she would walk over to Mimi and crouch down to be closer to her level.*\"It's alright Mimi... We'll find a way to get you home... It's just... You're in no state for the Capitol like this... It would be much better if you rest...\"*Juna would say. Even if she could help carry her there, the Canifor would only take her as far as the gates and after that, there was no telling what may become of the slime. If anything it would be better if she got some rest now, but with the lack of much cover, this place wasn't the safest to suddenly take a nap in.*"
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{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "```I'm Stealing this```"
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "\"Oh don't worry! Everything in this carriage is Acidicly resistant and there's a drain on the floor to the ground, acid will just slip off everything until it eventually reaches the drain so no worries about that, just uh... Don't touch anything, oh and yeah\" *She'd hold up the vial*\n\n\"As you can see there's not alot so it shouldn't be too hard to down... And I heard it tasted like cherry's! But that guy's leg was also burned by acid so that could have been sarcasm... Hm, well only one way to try out! Here ya go sir\" *She'd hand the small potion to him and would exit the carriage prompting him to follow, putting on her goggles ready to watch*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Everything except us. And I feel like that's the one thing that should be resistant-\"*He'd say in response, having to carefully shift about in the small space as Alma made her way out of the carriage upon handing him the bottle. \n\nThe Elf would slowly duck his way back out after her, listening to her story about the person.*\"I'm suddenly feeling much more confident in this.\"*He'd say sarcastically before giving Blur a light rub under her chin as he'd hold the bottle up to her. After a bit of hesitation, the pup would lap at the potion until the liquid had eventually vanished, leaving Terrel to lightly place her back on the ground.*"
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "\"You know that's not a bad idea! I could make a acid resistance potion! Than you for that idea\" *She'd take a small pen and dip it into a small thing on ink she was carrying, quickly writing it on her arm then carefully watching the dog praying to whatever God would listen that the dog wouldn't get hurt... Because that guy could definitely cut her to ribbons* \"Well uh, it looks like it went down the hatch no issues!\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well if it happens to work, I won't be opposed to buying it.\"*He'd say, accepting the random idea that came to her head. He wasn't sure when else it would be used besides whenever someone was around her, but could be useful either way if they ever crossed paths again. He'd shift his gaze down towards Blur as she brought up the pup. Blur would look around in confusion, taking a couple steps which seemed a bit too quick for her as she'd find herself soon stumbling over in the attempt to walk. She'd look up to the two of them dizzily, trying to test out her strange new speed with debatable clumsiness.*\"Well on the bright side she isn't dead yet.\"*He'd say with mock optimism as he'd stoop down to the wolf pup's level.*"
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{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "\"Uhhh I'm honestly not she heh heh, but it'll definitely wear off... Some time but hey the doggie is fine! And seems to be getting a hang out it very quickly\" *She'd lean againt her carriage watching the dog run around quickly as she continued to write things down* \"So I don't belive I asked... What's your name stranger... And forgive my rudeness, but what's with the mask?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would glance back at her in her mentioning that she wasn't sure when it would wear off. They really were experimenting with this stuff at this point were they? Well at least on the bright side, he could enjoy having a speedy wolf in the meantime.*\"Name's still Terrel.\"*The Elf would repeat in the woman forgetting their introductions. Eventually the Elf would turn away from Blur all together as the other pups would sniff at her before chasing her about the area. Being asked about his mask, he would tap at the side of it, saying:*\"It's a fashion choice. Nothing more than that really.\"*He'd say.*"
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "*She tap the side of her head* \"Terrel! Ah that's the name sorry I get caught up in work\" *She'd slide up next to him with a small piece of paper and pem* \"I hate to be a bother sir but could I interest you in a customer review for my products, it'd only take but a minute but your opinion helps very Much good sir! And with the survey next time you buy will be buy one get one free!\" *She'd nod couple of times* \"Ah I see I see very fashionable! You wear it well\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would slowly take the pen, looking at the paper in confusion.*\"You want me to write a review on... The one potion we experimented with on my wolf...?\"*He'd question her. Being told he'd get to buy one get one free the next time he visited, he'd shift his gaze over to her.*\"Okay, but if we both travel what are the chances of me finding this place again?\"*He'd question. The Elf supposed he could just fill out the review anyways, not like it would waste much time with them trying to see when the potion would wear off. Still though, it was an odd request.*"
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "*She'd shadely look around* \"If I'm going to be honest... I just need it to seem like im a reputable merchant with reviews... And I guess not likely but there's always a chance? Because despite my... Less then up to standard safety precautions and personality... Im a good potion merchant but I'm not very respected with no customer reviews and my relatively new starting age so it'd really help if you wrote a really good review...\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd snort in suppressed laughter at the explanation. The Elf supposed anyone could just be trying to make an easy living at this point. Besides, he already knew of her questionable precautions with what she did, so anyone else that fell into it would be their own problem.*\"Alright, alright.\"*He'd say, taking the sheet of paper and using the side of the carriage to be able to properly write on it.*\"I'm taking this little experiment for free though.\""
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "*She'd turn away embarrassed* \"You don't have to laugh... But thank you so much!\" *As she wrote she'd constantly peek over his shoulder to see what he was writing with curiosity* \"Oh and that's fine just knowing I can get a customer is good enough, after this I'll head straight for the capital to set up shop!\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Just try not to blow anything up in town.\"*He'd say, before allowing a mischievous grin to form as he'd turn around and hand her the paper and pen.*\"At least not without me getting to witness it first.\"*It seemed he found amusement in the thought or maybe he was simply messing with her after the destruction she had already caused in the area.*\"I suppose I'll be searching Salvania whenever I decide to revisit, fortunately enough not over the fate of my wolf.\"*He'd angle his head towards the pup enjoying herself playing about with the other wolves who seemed to struggle in keeping up with her. It would be short lived, but entertaining for her nonetheless.*"
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "\"Alright I probably won't! And if you do they'll probably have turned the burn mark into a work of art with how magnificent it would be! But seriously if I mess up public property again they'll most likely hang me...\"\n\n\"Regardless I look forward to seeing you again hopefully I'll still be in one piece by then heh heh... Well i should probably be heading off before environmentalists see the burnt down tree and mob me to death, Regardless thank you for the review and the knowledge!\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"That's only if you get caught.\"*He'd say back with a chuckle before stooping down as Blur would tiredly make her way back to him. Her tongue hung out in a light pant, ears drooping from all the running around.\n\nPicking her up, Terrel would look back at Alma and stand back upright.*\"It was nothing. I suppose I should thank you for not accidentally hitting me in the last radius of-\"*He'd look at the destruction around him.*\"Well whatever that was...\"\n\n*With Alma seemingly readying to go, he'd suddenly say:*\"Before you leave, I must ask. What are the chances of you being able to make more potions best suited for wolves. Swiftness, extra strength, maybe even something to resist magic?\"*He'd ask in slight implication.*"
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{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "*She'd chuckle* \"Indeed! If there's One thing I'm good at, is causing a distraction hehe\" *She'd observe the dog tired out as she wrote down some final notes nodding the whole time before flipping to the next page* \n\n\"Oh no worries! That was just the gods shining some sort of luck upon me so I wouldn't have to deal with another lawsuit for damaged people or property... Oh and it was highly corrosive acid, my greatest project yet! See its hard to make a compound that helps people its sooo and I cannot stress this enough sooo much easier to make a compound that hurts things, just add random stuff and throw it at road bandits and observe the effects! It's great... Not that I was throwing acid at you...\"\n\n*She'd turn back and hop off going around back and into the carriage staring down at her alchemist set thinking before popping her head out once again* \"I think it's possible, although it would be a experiment... And I'd need your weakest wolf to test them on, because if it works on the weakest all the others will most likely be fine unless they have genetic mutations but pish posh... Yeah it's definitely possible! And it'd certainly be interesting... I've never made animal potions before... They'd have to be less potent then humans ones and\" *She proceeded to ramble on for a couple more minutes* \"The answer is yes! It's a risk but yes!\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"You should make a few spare, maybe I can assist in a little test run on my own.\"*He'd say with a smirk. Potion throwing was definitely a new idea. However, imagining the faces of those suddenly being overwhelmed by the corrosiveness of it would be a sight to behold.*\"Of course you could always keep firing at trees. It's pretty common to have a hatred for them. Always getting in the way and all.\"\n\n*The Elf would let out a chuckle, giving Blur a light pat on her head as the woman mentioned having to pick the weakest wolf to test it on. Blur was of course the weakest of the three, though Terrel wasn't sure if he'd want to keep experimenting on the young one.*\"Perhaps I can get another wolf to test on, that way it'll be easier for the pups.\"*He'd suggested.*\"It would be nice to be able to heal and help strengthen them. Imagine that. A pack of strong and fast wolves chasing after you.\"*It seemed like a funny thought, but with Alma agreeing it may just well be possible.*\"Got anything for elemental resistance?\""
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "*She giggled* \"Oh do I ever! I have a full case full of highly volatile, explosive, and corrosive potions just for using! I can for sure give you some if you ever get into a pinch!\" *She'd rummage around in the container pulling out a small glass container filled with black bubbling liquid* \"Like this One! This one I've seen had just enough corrosion to not melt through skin, but just enough to melt through eyes! So if you ever get robbed just splash it in there eyes and poof! No more eyes... Anyways I could go on for hours... But now that I think about it I may be better off selling combat potions as opposed to support potions... But that's for later me to think about, and meh... Trees dont have the same effect, but i dont go out purposely finding bandits, because ive sold to them before as well... So trees may have to do\"\n\n\"Fair enough I wouldn't want that little one getting a bad potion and getting sick, so maybe find a wild wolf? Its my suggestion... But yes! You'd be certainly scary with potioned up wolfs... Oh yeah I do! Cold and fife resistance is all right now unfortunately\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd look at the vial as she held it out to him, wondering if the thing was bound to explode with how bubbly the liquid already was. Perhaps it would be better to find another way to carry it so that he didn't find himself suddenly being blown up after falling asleep. Now that would be a bad way to go. He'd lower Blur back to the ground, allowing her to go off and rejoin the other wolves.*\n\n\"I'll see what I can find. Consider it some free assistance. You let me try out the new potions and in turn you get to learn how effective they are. Besides, you may not go out looking for trouble, but my job practically warrants me to.\"*He'd say after the realization came to mind.*\"Never know how effective they can be in combat until you test them in combat.\""
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "*She thought for a moment taking out notes and began to furiously scribble before face palming* \"That's ingenious! In all my through thinking I never once considered partnering with a test subject! None the less one of your profession where if you are being honest deals with threats every day! Which is a perfect controlled test environment! And if you die I can sell to the enemy and do the same thing! Ingenious! I accept I shall accompany you and in turn for protection and a good look I'll give you all sorts of fun concoctions to deal with, I'll be your own little potion shop on the go! Because I've basically mastered the basic healing potion so I can heal you and your pups until you inevitably die!\" *She smiled widely*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He snorted at the thought, giving an amused shake of his head at her excitement. Shifting his gaze towards her cart, he'd say:*\"It'll be a bit hard walking about inconspicuously with you bringing the cart everywhere you go.\"*He'd say, crossing his arms a bit as if pondering over the thought of having to walk around everywhere with the cart being a relatively easy target. The Elf always preferred just traveling with his horse and other companions. At least it was easier to make a much quicker get away if ever need be, but this would be a whole different story.*"
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "*She'd look at her cart before putting her hand to her chin* \"What if I camouflaged it? Covered its sides in leafs and grass and dirt so when I park it, it blends in... Thats the best I can think of right now... Only other thought is that I mobilized myself by ditching the cart and carrying the important stuff on my back, it'd severely limit my lab potential and I'd be a bit slower but I'd be fully mobile to set it down and brew, I supposei could limit it down to horse carrying... Thats a little lab equipment but still a horse hm...\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I'd say horse carrying would be best. You'll probably have to get supplies along the way, but at least if we ever have to make a break for it, the cart wouldn't get in the way.\"*He'd whistle for his horse, soon being answered as Carl would gradually trot back over to him.*\"May be limited for a while but you can probably test the potions out one at a time before setting up an official base of operation. Who knows, maybe we can find a proper place where you can continuously make more while still being on the go.\""
},
{
"author": "Alma Whitiker",
"message": "*She frowned as her idea for the Camo-Carrige-9000 went down the drain as she looked at terrel* \"You may want to move mmmm ten clicks left out of any of my ways im cleaning out the carriage and optimizing it for a horse... Now I'm cleaning this without my toxic gear so forgive me if I destroy this part of nature!\" *She'd hop into the carriage peeking her head out* \"Your not a high elf or a druid right nor do you have any connections with the previously named groups? Good because they'll probably smell the forest destruction off of you\" \n\n*She'd begin throwing random stuff out of the cart off the side of the road cleaning out the whole cart until there was but a small pile of gear left* \"Alright now that I made the most deadly concoction known possibly to mankind on the side of the road that could probably kill a dragon if he sniffed it... Im ready to put this on my horse! And we don't gotta worry about taking the cart into town it's toxic enough to where I don't think I could pay people to take it... So ill leave it here for the elfs to whine over\"\n\n*She'd start to put all the stuff on the horse and make especially sure to place the small box carefully on the horse as she mounted it* \"It's been a while since I actually road, and now I have very volatile liquid on my back as incentive not to fall! I belive I'm Ready... But yes that makes sense\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"My ability to care about the environment around me currently is highly limited. Everything else is just a bunch of dirt and trees.\"*He'd say in a tone similar to that of sarcasm as he'd tug his horse out of the way and would begin placing his wolves into its saddlebags to spare them having to walk around with all the playing they've done earlier. Mounting up on Carl, Terrel would turn him slightly to be able to face Alma while she began packing everything up on her horse. Hopefully the horse didn't end up dying at the end of the day by her lack of caution. If it could kill a dragon, who's to say what would become of them? With Alma saying she was ready, he'd tilt his head off in the direction of the forest.*\"Let's head out then.\"*With a light snap of the reigns, he'd get his horse into a gallop as he'd head away from the now corrosive land. Whoever came across this was in for a wonderment of what became of this place.*"
}
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{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "*The sound of hooves upon road was common near the capital, merchants ferrying goods or soldiers on patrol passing through being the usual riders. But this horse had no rider - more accurately, the horse was the rider. A hand resting upon the hilt of his nodachi, Circine cantered along at a relaxed pace, thankful for the well-maintained roads that stretched across the crownlands. Riding from Silnaria to Salvainia would tire out most, but the centaur was raised for such journeys. He yawned, covering his mouth as he shook off the sleep, his ponytail swaying in the wind.*\n\"Ah, to be back in this warmth...\"\n*He sighed, his smile widening as those ashen walls came into view over the horizon once more.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel's gaze would turn in the direction that the hoof beats were coming from. He had mostly grown used to the sound, mostly just idly watching the other riders as they'd pass by with a lack of much interest. This rider, however, was different from the rest for he wasn't a rider, but the horse itself. Maybe both. There was a sense of familiarity in his tone, a voice the Elf had heard quite some time ago. Surely he has met this centaur sometime before. It eventually came back to him, as faint as the memory of when he first got Tzu. His original ally in a mission to rid a place of its pests only moments after meeting.*\"Well if it isn't the Centaur who likes talking to spirits.\"*The Elf would say with a slight grin forming on his face.*\"Been a while.\""
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"Terrel Bales... A while indeed, a sad reality if you ask me. To be reunited is a pleasure, however! How have you been, my friend?\"\n*The centaur grinned, recognising the voice and appearance of one of his few acquaintances so far, trotting closer and placing a hand on Terrel's shoulder. He'd chuckle warmly at the reference to their first meeting, recalling well how those flickering lights had drawn them together.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf would look up at the Centaur. It was always a rare sight for him to see one nowadays, fortunately he ended finding the same one twice. What were the odds?*\"Been well. A few fights here and there, but I suppose I ask for them.\"*He'd say with a chuckle.*\"Not still out chasing pests around are you?\"*The Elf would ask him, thinking back to the original job they took in helping a local farmer. He supposed he could understand the annoyance of small animals raiding the area to eat at ones' crops. It only ever made life harder than necessary.*"
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{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"All day? By the Spirits, you must be exhausted...\"\n*He sighed sympathetically, tapping his chin as he took a moment's thought. An idea occurred to him, one that his father would surely chastise him for considering. The centaur slowly settled beside the elf, shifting the fur-lined haori jacket he wore over the top of his caparison, offering Terrel a hand.*\n\"If it isn't too embarrassing for you, I can escort you there. A ride for a good friend is honourable enough for me.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Escort? The Elf would wonder, at first not sure how that would help in him still having to walk back only for the question to be answered at Circine's offer at giving him a ride.*\"A ride, on a centaur?\"*He'd question as if it were the most ludicrous thing he's ever heard.*\"How would I even-\"*He'd held his hand out to gesture at the Centaur, not even having to words to explain how complicated it seemed in his eyes. There was something seemingly awkward in riding a horse man, the Elf 'could' put his finger on what that was, though he wasn't going to say it. Was his exhaustion worth however many more miles he had to getting to Salvania? Well that was still at a debate.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"You've never ridden a horse without a saddle before? I thought you were from the steppes, Terrel, for shame...\"\n*He jested, laughing heartily and raising his hands in a shrug. Circine would beckon him closer, patting his back encouragingly - his earnest smile making it clear how little he cared for any embarrassment this may cause. Terrel was clearly exhausted, and letting him stumble the rest of the way would not stand.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Usually the horses didn't have the ability to talk back.\"*The Elf would respond, giving a sigh of exasperation. He seemed to be at a debate for a while with Circine patting his back as if for him to hop on. For a moment he could have pretended that it was just another horse, though that was quickly ruptured.*\"Time's like this... I should have just brought Carl with me...\"*He'd say, only to turn his head away and continue walking.*\"You usually go around telling random people to ride on your back?\""
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"No, just friends. Centaurs have a code of honour around others riding them. If I was a warrior, only a knight of any worth could ride me into battle. But I'm no warrior, not of my tribe, at least.\"\n*Circine would sigh and shake his head, rising back up and following alongside, his gait slowing as not to hurry the elf along.*\n\"If you get too tired, don't be shy to ask. I'd rather you not collapsing after such a long trek.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Never before have I heard of people riding centaurs into battle.\"*The Elf would say.*\"What kind of tribe are you from?\"*He would question, looking back at the Centuar as he would walk alongside him. The Elf found himself laughing off the thought, more so in him saying that he'd rather the Elf not collapse over him carrying him the rest of the way.*\"Funny, I think I'd rather collapse first.\"*He'd say with a tired chuckle. Terrel doubted he'd collapse this close to Salvania after all the traveling he had done to get here. It would have been disappointing to say the least.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"Fletchers, hunters and bowmen. You can imagine how my family reacted when I took up the sword - especially one as bizarre as this one.\"\n*He chuckled back, unsheathing his nodachi and presenting it between his hands, running a finger across the edge.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Archers.\"*He'd say, summarizing the three in just one word. In Circine showing off his sword and explaining the centaurs' usual preference of bows, the Elf would find amusement in it.*\"You think that's bad? Imagine trying to explain an Elf refusing to use magic.\"*He'd comment with a grin, soon parting his cloak to reveal his own arming sword.*"
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{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"I suppose you've beaten me there!\"\n*Another laugh, this one a touch drier, yet the warmth hadn't faded as he clapped him on the shoulder once more. It was an odd sight indeed, now that Circine thought about it - even the most suspicious Wood Elves used augmentation magic in some form...*\n\"Was that decision from principle? Or simply a lack of ability?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Both.\"*He'd say simply. Despite magic failing him in the past, he doubted it impossible for him to figure it out eventually. It was simply the moment where the shift in preference had happened, now leaving him fully attuned with his decision.*\"Well both now anyways. All these years of going without it, probably has made magic impossible to use as far as natural ability goes, but it's not like it ever saved my life before, so I can live without it just fine.\""
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"A fair choice. Magic is... Volatile. I know not it's origin, and I trust nothing I cannot find the source of.\"\n*Circine scowled, the rare unpleasant expression on his face as he thought on the tribe shamans, the city artificiers and the wandering sorcerors. How much blind faith did they have in their abilities? What would they do if magic faded from this world? Do they even know the consequences?*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I'm willing to believe people are just born with it.\"*He'd say. Magic was cool and all, but it proved to be a pain whenever he had to fight against it.*\"But I guess they have magic school for a reason. Teach people what they don't know already. Wasn't really my thing, but come a few years I'm sure I'll be fighting a bunch pyromancers one day and come to regret it. Until the magic eventually leaves them of course. It's only ever about outlasting them until then. They're pretty weak without the elements.\""
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{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"Not much of a wanderer anymore, then? Having friends to tether you to places... 'Tis a better life, no? In some ways, I envy you for that.\"\n*Circine mused, a hand curling around his chin as he thought on this. Perhaps this was what he was looking for, but had wandered too far and for too long to find it...*\n\"A friend, hm? Considering your disposition, I imagine they're a stubborn fellow!\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Disposition? He'd question it internally, eventually giving in to the idea of him being just as stubborn.*\"One more than the other.\"*The Elf would say in Circine's statement of his friend being stubborn.*\"But I've gotten used to it. Besides so long as I can still get my work done on the way, I'm fine with heading to whatever place they want to go. Brings some excitement I suppose, over just aimless wandering.\""
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"Excitement is the key, in the end. If you can't find a purpose, at least keep things interesting.\"\n*He'd nod slowly in agreement, feeling a small pang of hunger as a sliver of exhaustion began the waft through him. Reaching in his saddlebag for his rations, he glanced to Terrel, wondering if he was at all hungry.*\n\"I have some rations here, would you care for some? It's the least I can do, as you refuse to let me ferry you.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Least you can do?\"*He'd question.*\"Last I checked, you don't owe me anything.\"*He thought back for a moment, only recalling the old memory of them clearing out a farm together. It was a short partnership, but he could only assume they both got what they wanted out of it.*\"I guess it's been a while since I've had that soup though. So sure, why not? Pig's still got to eat.\""
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{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "*Again he would chuckle, stifling a whinny that chased the laugh as he took another bite of his rations, raising a hand in a shrug.*\n\"Mayhaps that is the goal. A host of companions, travelling together... Yes, I believe that would be a beautiful future. Hmm...\"\n*Another musing, the beginnings of an idea swirling around his mind as they drew closer to their destination - the ivory spires of the capitol hazy in the hot summer air.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd think it over for a moment before he'd eventually speak again.*\"If you're interested in traveling in a group, I think I may know someone who wouldn't mind meeting you.\"*He would say. The Elf decided it was best to not give off Kibaru's plan without him getting to say, instead letting him recruit most of the people. After visiting the island, there was no saying where Terrel was going to go, but at least he could give both Kibaru and Circine what they were both hoping for.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"Now that is an interesting prospect... Who is this person? I've met with some unsavoury folks in the past few months, and I'd rather avoid more altercations...\"\n*He would admit quietly, a nervous laugh following suit as he thought back. Mercenary work was almost always troublesome - jobs not sanctioned by a guild couldn't be traced, nor could they send out search parties or backup if something goes wrong. But they pay well, and have lower commission. When finding yourself in a backwater region, the number of mercenary jobs increases significantly. Exiles, war criminals, ex-bandits... Circine shivered at the thought.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"He's a strange one at times, I'll say that, but he seems capable enough when it counts.\"*The Elf would say, deciding to give a bit of warning beforehand. It seemed Circine had his own doubts, which was understandable enough as it was. Group work was always a bit shaky depending on who one decides to travel with.*\"He's a Kemonomimi. Been traveling a bit together before coming here. I'm sure you could find some interest in meeting up with him once he's done with his business in Salvania.\""
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{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "*The centaur blinked in disbelief, letting out a bellowing laugh at the realisation. He leaned a little closer, lowering his voice as he nodded.*\n\"Well, well... I'm sure he does, considering how much trouble his brothers caused. Lucky to be still kicking...\"\n*He cooed, pursing his lips at the idea of keeping one of these creatures after slaughtering its kin, but shrugged it off - there was worse in the world, and preserving a life seemed as moral as anything.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Tzu would let out a angry chitter, soon running back up onto the Elf's shoulder.*\"What can I say? Tzu was a natural born warrior. Who am I to take the life of one? Or, well at least one that can't do any more damage than small bite.\"*He'd say with a chuckle.*\"He's been alright. I think he's adjusted well to getting full meals everyday. Give or take a few wolves and other predators he's been trying to avoid by hiding in my hair. I think he may have actually made a nest in there.\"*The Elf would say in a more thoughtful tone.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"But how do you wash your hair, then...?\"\n*Circine questioned, raising a brow to the notion that Terrel knew not what occurred within his locks, running his fingers through his own ponytail self-consciously.*\n\"Either way, he's strong. Needs taming, I'd expect, but he'll manage for now.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"It's a struggle.\"*The Elf would say in a neutral tone, staring off ahead of them rather than looking back at the Centaur.*\"I manage to get away with cleaning it every so often, but haven't been able to cut it since Tzu decided to make it his home. Might end up growing completely out again at this rate.\"*The Elf would say. It had been a while since he had originally cut his hair short back when he left home. In time, he had been working to keep it shortened, but since the new move in, he found himself neglecting it, causing his hair to now reach a new length beyond his shoulders. He wasn't sure if it would ever grow to be as long as it used to, though he also wasn't sure if he'd like it very much either. Just something to get in the way of his fighting.*\"Maybe whenever I settle down from traveling for an extended amount of time, I'll work with him more. For now, I guess he's just an invisible traveling buddy.\""
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{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"Pets are troublesome... Yet they can bring joy. Such a creature would be more trouble than its worth for me, unfortunately. Looking for a compatible partner, with my lifestyle... I am unlikely to find one soon.\"\n*He shrugged, nodding in approval of Terrel's methods. Long hair wasn't easy to manage for centaurs, though they could get away with double the length of any two-legged demi-human. After the style of his master, Circine wore his ponytail as short as it would allow - for it was liable to smack him in the face during hard turns.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Who knows? Maybe you'll be fortunate enough to find one in the city. It's where I got my wolves. Before leaving them with another until I return from travels of course.\"*He'd say, soon shifting his gaze ahead as they drew closer to the gates of Salvania.*\"Might even find a steed of your own.\"*Terrel would jest towards the Centaur before changing the subject.*\"It may be a bit late to get to see the others, but we can head to a Tavern for now and meet up with them the next day. Sound good?\"*He'd ask him.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"A steed of my own! Blasphemy, I say!\"\n*Another loud, hearty chuckle as he revelled in his joke, resting his hands on his hips as he leant back to stretch. The mention of a tavern brought a moment of anxiety to his mind, knowing that taverns were not always accommodating to his stature.*\n\"If you know of any with outdoor seating then sure... For obvious reasons, of course.\""
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Night seemed to finally give way to whatever remained of the sun's afternoon light. It had probably only been a couple hours into night fall, though by now, the Elf figured it was just about time he began making his way back to the Capitol. He had exited the forest, taking the main road that he often used heading to and from the large city. It was particularly much more silent for him, save for the animals calling out in the night and leaving a rather peaceful stroll back. His armor would clank with each movement while his red cloak drifted in the gentle breeze. He could still appreciate the cool air of night with how warm his clothing typically made him, that alongside the Pig-like mask he wore atop his face. It was a wonder why he wore so often, but in not giving a straight answer, one could assume it was just a preference.*"
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "*As the dark colour of night took over the vibrant sunset, the young Macenian had just about finished resting. Giving one look to the sky and a smile to himself, he picked up both his weapons and hung them on his back.*\n\n*Starting with a simple walk which evolved into a jog, he began heading towards the capitol. The small breeze which was blowing through the air was occasionally making his hair move from side to side. He reached deep into his right pocket and pulled a coin and started tossing it in the air as he moved.*\n\n*He had made quite a profitable amount of money back at his last destination. Although a dishonest means of livelihood, his motives were purer than most. The capitol was his next target and probably the best way to achieve all of his goals at once.*\n\n*The night had always been his favorite time of the day. He could roam around freely without any lectures being given to him. The pathway was quieter than he had expected it to be but alas, he deduced that it might be so because of the time.*\n\n*Soon he started skipping through the pathway as if copying the hop of the rabbits.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would continue on the practically invisible trail, only being able to follow the dull city lights in order to see where he was going at this point. Night vision simply wasn't a thing with him, not that one would expect it from an Elf of all races.\n\nFor a while it didn't seem like much would happen in the night, only for him to suddenly hear footsteps nearby. He didn't take much notice of it at first, assuming it could be any creature wandering about at night. Only when they quickened in the sound of a jog, would he finally glance over to inspect what could have been moving around this much at this time of night. The movements seemed to slow once again, but at his point, the Elf would have his hand readily on the hilt of his sword that sat within the folds of his cloak.*\n\n\"If you're going to try ambushing me in the middle of the night, you're going to have to be much quieter than that.\"*He'd say to it, assuming its intent in not many people typically being out at this time. For all he knew, it could some monstrous beast from the stories they told of the forest which in this case would warrant the warning as useless in the language barrier.*"
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "*Hearing a voice from a little bit in front of him Jason was both surprised and worried. Was it a guard? Was it just another traveller?*\n\n*Deciding not to take any chances, he raised both of his hands and went towards the voice in an attempt to figure out what the person's motive was. Based on his judgements, he would either decide to run away or talk to them.*\n\n*Taking a few steps forward, Jason saw that the person wearing the armor with a red cloak had a hand on the hilt of their blade. It looked like that person was somebody who was well versed with combat. It would really be a bother if they had to fight and would probably not end up in Jason's favour.* \n\n\"Oh! I assure you! It was nothing of that sort. I am merely a traveller who is more favoured to travelling in the nights rather than the days! You see, the time of night brings about peace and joy that can't otherwise be seen in the daytime.\"\n\n*As he said it, he started loosening the dagger which he had tied to his wrist in case the worst case scenario happened. After that, Jason took a deep breath and calmed down looking at the other person with calm yet serious blue eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel's gaze would narrow behind his mask, making out the figure of the man the closer he got to him. Whether or not he would attack now that he was caught would remain a mystery, but knowing where he was exactly was good enough for Terrel, even if it was harder to see him in the dark.\n\nThe Elf would relax his hold on his sword, eyeing the newcomer for a moment.*\"Getting real prophetic aren't you?\"*He'd question Jason in his naturally monotone voice. With how it sounded, it was always hard to tell if he was being sincere or not, but in this situation it can be assumed to be the latter.\n\nHe supposed he could be a hypocrite from the statement, considering he too was enjoying the time to himself before deciding to head back for the night to which he'd eventually say:*\"Strolling your way to the Capitol? You know there's news being delivered of certain beasts coming out in the middle of the night. Would be pretty unfortunate to get attacked by one out here, wouldn't you think?\"\n\n*It seemed he was mostly jesting at this point with his own irony of being out here. He didn't think the man cared much of the stories of things that may not even exist, but some the Elf could personally say warranted true.*"
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "*Listening to the voice of the person again, he determined that it most likely isn't a guard. Letting out an inner sigh of relief, Jason decided to play it off cool.*\n\n\"Being prophetic is not really my style. I'd say more like a lost soul would be accurate.\"\n\n*Whilst talking, Jason tightened the dagger that he had loosened. Taking a few steps towards the person so that he could gain their trust, he looked at the armor and the blade again. Those were certainly something that the rich would buy. In any other circumstance, this would've been the perfect opportunity for some theft but alas, this was not one of them.*\n\n*Jason's expression instantly changed to one of kindness and with a deep breath he said*\n\n\"That would be the plan indeed. The capitol is where the destination lies. As for the stories of the beast, what's a journey without any risk? Although it would be pretty unfortunate but, my gut tells me that something like that isn't all that likely.\"\n\n*With his observational skills, he could tell that the person was an elf. He decided not to bring that up and instead offered his hand forward.*\n\n\"My name is Jason. Nice to make your acquaintance. What might yours be?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He let out an exhale in what could only be a suppressed laugh towards his words of not being prophetic. It seemed like denial if anything, but who was the Elf to judge? With him stating that he too was heading to the Capitol, Terrel would gesture to the path ahead as if in signal of them walking and talking to which he'd soon continue forward.*\n\n\"Could have fooled me.\"*He'd say before falling silent to listen to his words about journeying being worth the risk.*\"You take risks for reward or just for the sake of taking risks?\"*Terrel would question him. Surely he didn't, but if he did, that would remind the Elf of a friend of his. He didn't mind risk either. Terrel also supposed he was taking a risk out here as well, but he was confident enough in his ability to fight off a beast.\n\nAt the man's introduction, Terrel would soon introduce himself as well.*\"Name's Terrel.\"*He'd answer back, gradually removing his gloved hand from his cloak to shake the man's outstretched one before moving it back into its fabric of safety once more.*\"But people typically have a lot of names for me. Most of which just pointing out the mask thing, but people feel the need to state the obvious. That or they lack creativity.\"*He'd say with a smirk.*"
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "*Wide a wide grin on his face, Jason shook his hand and started walking by his side.*\n\n\"I suppose you could call it a mixture of both. I do like taking risks but there is one reward which I am and always will be after.\" \n\n*Jason remembers Estoria's smile and gives out a sad smile. Shaking it off in an instant, he takes out his coin again and starts tossing it in the air as they walk.*\n\n\"Terrel's a nice name.\"\n\n*Looking up at the sky, he could tell that it was just past midnight. He looked towards Terrel to listen to what he had to say and chuckled a little bit.*\n\n\"I'm sure they do. After all, such armor isn't something that you see on a daily basis. Masked Menace would be a nice one, no offense to you of course.\"\n\n*Catching the coin in his hands, he looked towards Terrel and then back at the path. It had been a good decision on his part to not fight this guy.*\n\n\"So what do you do? What is it that brings a person like you to the capital?\". *Saying that, he wiped the sweat off of his forehead and shook his hair a little bit to give it more air.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*His words were understandable enough he supposed, though a question did rise in his head at the statement.*\"And what reward might that be?\"*He'd ask him out of his own curiosity.\n\nTerrel would continue on in silence for a while, listening to Jason speak with him soon considering him being named Masked Menace before stating no offense of it.*\"None taken, I wear a mask and could pretty much be a menace if I really wanted to.\"*He had said it so casually as if the idea was always a possibility on the table. Terrel never knew what his job would mean for him however, which could possibly lead to it anyway.*\n\n\"I've never cared much of the names they've given me. It's all just a bunch of titles anyways. Kind of like what royals use, except people actually get to come up with it themselves.\"\n\n*He was already aware of his flamboyant look. In fact, it had been what he was going for anyways. What was another Elf among elves anyways without something overtly unique to differentiate them? He would have shrugged at the thought.*\n\n\"I'm just staying at the Capitol for now until I continue my travels again. Typical Mercenary stuff you can call it. What about you?\"*He'd question back. Throughout the talk, the Elf hadn't so much as looked at him, more focused on the road ahead of them in the Capitol being no more than a dimly lit series of buildings in the distance. It was his only real source of light out here and even then, it was dull.*"
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{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "He would keep walking forward as he listened to Terrel's question\n\n\"The reward huh..? Well..\"\n\n*This was something that he swore he wouldn't share to unknown people and he sure as hell wasn't going to start making an exception. Looking down at the ground, he pretended to be busy in looking at his shoes as he began answering.*\n\n\"The reward is something that would be of no value to you. Don't really worry about it,\". *He continued walking ahead on the path which although dimly lit was pretty visible to him due to all his travelling in the dark.*\n\n*Listening to Terrel's explanation of his various names, he gave out quite a visible grin. It was not often that he really got to talk to anyone for more than a second in his line of work.*\n\n\"Ooooo. A future menace huh? Don't extend your menace to me\". *He said so in a dramatic way as to lighten the mood and possibly get a laugh out of the man in the armour.*\n\n\"Oh, I'm nobody special. Mercenary jobs sound like so much fun. Alas, I'm just a mere traveller.\". *He quickly thought of something that he could say that wouldn't raise much suspicion. After a quick second of thought, he decided to use his usual excuse.*\n\n\"I was just hoping to showcase my music. Although I don't look the part, I am striving to be a musician\". *As he started to bring out a small flute that he carried with himself everywhere he went. *\n\n\"May I interest you in a tune to pass the time?\" *He said this as he playfully put a hand around Terrel's shoulders.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Considering I'm not that involved with it, I find it very believable.\"*He'd say in response to the man stating that he wouldn't be interested in the reward. He didn't think a reward for another would be of much worth to him, especially if it were personal.\n\nOf course, some rewards seemed precious in most eyes, much like gold and other currency. Some things will always be worth the risk. It was only the amount that mattered.*\n\n\"No promises.\"*He'd jest alongside Jason.*\"Chaos just follows me wherever I go. You may just find yourself in the middle of it if you aren't careful.\"\n\n*It was enough to afford a chuckle out of him, not that it really took too much in finding amusement in most things at this point in life. Dark humor was always a plus, though this will be as close as he'd get for now.\n\nHis eyes would flash towards the flute as he'd bring it out in mentioning how he wanted to be a magician.*\"A magician? Heh... That's something I haven't heard of in a long while.\"*There was a time when he too had played an instrument, back in the Elven lands of learning proper etiquette. \n\nHe had put that instrument down for a long while, but he supposed there were some good moments that came from it. Those times getting to play music with his sisters, when playing proper wasn't so necessary. He could find enjoyment in it anyways.\n\nTerrel would be drawn back to reality as the man would put his hand around him to which Terrel would take one of his own hands and would gradually pick the man's arm off from around his shoulders.*\"Go ahead. Nothing but lasting silence to hear out here anyways.\"*He'd say in response, returning to his more casual demeanor in being stuck in the memory for a moment.*"
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "\"Awww. Oh well, wouldn't be a traveller without the ability to get myself out of sticky situations now, would I?\" \n\n*As his hand gets pushed off, he flashes a smile towards Terrel and holds his flute with both of his hands and makes a small high pitched noise in an attempt to calibrate himself.*\n\n\"Then according to your very own words, this song shall be dedicated to the everlasting silence of life.\"\n\n*Jason would slowly start by humming a low tune before putting his lips to the flute as he started swaying his body and making melodious sounds from the flute.*\n\n*He would go on to play a local tune that he and his sister would sing along the seaside in the country of Lymia. A calm and serene tune which seemed to be complimenting the silent and ominous nature of the night. Soon after, as the tune slowed down and ended, a calm breeze flew over them.*\n\n\"Damn, that one really hits hard. Est- Ahem. Somebody that I know was a master at that tune, should've heard them playing it.\"\n\n*He cleaned the flute and went back to his position of walking alongside Terrel.* \"I know, I know. I'm not the best. But I certainly do try.\" *He said as he relaxed his shoulder then looked up at the sky again. He seemed to be enjoying the small, shining stars. Snapping himself out of it, he looked back down at the path ahead of them.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"You sure you aren't prophetic?\"*He'd question him at the naming of his song. It was mostly a jest, though Terrel would soon fall silent in listening to the tune fill the air. \n\nThe sounds of wildlife seem to fade to the very back of his mind alongside the sound of the movement they made. With the instrument being the loudest of all of it, most of his focus was transferred to it. The Elf could find some enjoyment in the little things to which would allow a light smile to creep on his face as he'd walk in step with Jason before silence fell upon them once more.\n\nJust like a switch, the sounds of the wilderness became climbing its way back to the foreground after the flute's short moment of fame. Relatively speaking, it did dawn on the Elf that he should be paying attention to the noises around him. The music was enough to warrant any unwanted attention that ran through here though for Terrel, it was hard to focus on one thing for too long as his attention was brought away by the man's statement.*\n\n\"No shame it not being the best at something.\"*He'd say thoughtfully in words that he probably should have been telling himself in all these years he's been working to master his swordsmanship. That, he would never admit to. He promised he was going to become better at it and settling for second best didn't necessarily warrant that goal.*\"That's why practice exists. Next thing you know you're on this whole journey just to become better at something that you probably could have done at home if a proper teacher was available.\"\n\n*Perhaps it was much easier to speak these words in making it parallel to his own experience. Though he didn't continue on with his music hobby nor the other Elven customs, he had obtained something much better, something that Elves would consider blasphemy in what they pride themselves in. A magic-less swordsman.\n\nWould he ever put in the effort of learning magic after how catastrophic it was for him?*\n\n*Probably not, but one can't deny, that magic came naturally to Elves.*"
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "*Reading Terrel's body language Jason could tell that he was a bit worried about certain beasts and animals coming for them because of all the noise that they had made. With another calm expression and a deep breath, he would go on to say:*\n\n\"Don't worry about the road, animals or anything of that sort. As I said earlier, I kind of have a gift with the nights. I'm able to see decently well and it's nearly impossible to surprise me.\" \n\n*Putting the flute back in into his deep pocket, he began observing Terrel again. Especially, his sword. There was a question that he had meant to ask Terrel all this time. Before he could get it out, he fell silent as he listened to Terrel and replied.*\n\n\"That might certainly be true but, would somebody really have had the liberty to call themselves a man if they simply sat at home trying to learn everything? Somebody once said to me and I quote, 'Inside the walls, you learn what is taught. But outside the walls, in the free world, you write your own stories and teach yourself.\"\n\n*He smiled in nostalgia as he remembered this was what Estoria had said to him on his 18th birthday. Soon after, as the silence set in again, he decided to finally ask Terrel the thing on his mind.*\n\n\"Say, are you a swordsman? I couldn't help but notice you holding on to your hilt when we first met. Looking at how experienced you look, you must be a good one at that. Along with my job, I also tend to do some swordsmanship for personal reasons. I do have a few tricks but I'm not all that confident in my abilities.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Is there anything around us right now?\"*He'd ask him, curiously in having to rely on the sounds of animals over anything. He hated having to do things blind, though there were times that warrant it. Night being one of them which was odd considering he'd still keep watch after sun down. Maybe he simply followed the sound, much like he did when Jason appeared.\n\nTerrel never had many encounters with animals when it came to being out in the wild. Mostly because he wasn't much of hunter nor did he get many jobs that would require him to look for them. Stuff like that came rarely and ended quickly.*\n\n\"I think there's a word for that.\"*Terrel would say in Jason questioning if one could consider themself a man if all they did was stay at home. Well they definitely couldn't consider themself a traveler, that's for sure.*\"But I think there's only so much you can be surprised by in the confines of your own home. It becomes normal eventually. But out here, you'll never know what you'll see.\"\n\n*He walked on in silence a little while after, focusing on the dim light of the city while he continued listening to Jason's questions. Was he a swordsman? If by that does he mean he can effectively use a sword, then yes, but give a sharp stick to anyone and they could probably make good use out of it somehow.*\n\n\"I'd like to consider myself one.\"*The Elf would comment.*\"Especially since it goes against the Elven stereotypes.\"*He'd reach across his back, pulling out his Greatsword by the hilt of it. It lacked any glint in the absence of light, but anyone could make out the slightly darker stains that covered it from its use.\n\nHe'd run his thumb along its handle before pressing into it. In doing it, a light flame would spark across the blade, soon shrouding it in an unnatural pinkish-colored fire.*\"Not that I don't fall under it every now and then.\"\n\n*Of course it wasn't actual magic. However, the world had its own magic properties that the Elf could obtain without ever having to learn it himself. Runes. He wondered if Jason challenged his own abilities, though musician and swordsman was an odd combination. Not that he should be the one to say anything.*"
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "*In compliance with Terrel's question, he closed his eyes taking a deep breath and opened them back up again. He could see the grass flowing around in the wind and a couple of small squirrels hopping around in the dark.* \n\n\"Currently, there isn't really much to be seen around us. Unless you consider a couple of squirrels threatening, you should be fine.\" \n\n*Listening to what Terrel was saying about somebody staying at home, he nodded to show that he totally agreed with him.* \n\n*As Terrel pulled out his sword, Jason's eyes lit up in surprise. An actual greatsword. He'd tried to wield a greatsword once but had epicly failed at it.*\n\n\"Woah! That's a cool sword. Don't go around swinging it towards me though.\" *He said that as he decided to take out his Dai Katana and show it to Terrel.*\n\n\"This was given to me by an old man back in Vanraurie. He was truly a wonderful person.\" \n\n*He chuckled at Terrel's comment of falling under the stereotype every once in a while. The chuckling was soon overcome by a sense of awe as he saw the fire run across the great sword.*\n\n*Could he also possibly do something like that? He knew that fire and high temperatures took a liking to him but damn, that was some real fire on a blade.*\n\n\"You're a fire type of person too? Once when I was fighting a bandit, my katana kind of did a fire attack or something. I believe I'm what the average person would call a Macen of the fire heritage. I've trained that ability for a while now and am kind of good at using it at times but I've never been able to do something like you just did.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I think I can consider myself the kind to enjoy an element that gets the job done faster.\"*He'd say, watching the pink flames drift in the wind while he walked.*\"Fire is a source of life as well as death in some cases. I like to be the main decider of it. Keeps people on their toes.\"\n\n*Looking towards the Macen, he'd grin and say:*\"But I'll try my best to hold myself back. Fire can be hard to control at times.\"*In a single, swift motion, he'd swing the sword with just enough effort to put the flames out, using the the breeze to cool the blade down once again before he'd return it to its sheathe.*\n\n\"If I had chose to become a mage and continue practicing magic, I probably would have become a fire user. Sometimes magic is selective though. You never know what you might end up with, no matter how much you may practice an element. I know fire sure didn't come to me when I needed it.\"*He'd say before glancing over towards the man's katana and listening to his explanation for it.*\n\n\"There are all kinds of magic in the world. Some require learning it, others you can obtain with enough income.\"*He'd explain to him.*\"I'm not a mage, but if your sword could use magic without you realizing, you could very well be one.\"\n\n*He'd return his arms back to his cloak, taking in the cool air for a while.*\"Mages will always be powerful fighters, but there are ways to match up with them at times if you search hard enough.\""
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "*Jason could secretly feel that Terrel was a master swordsman. One that was classes above him. One that he had little hope of catching up to. But this was great for him. Somebody to set as an ideal. Someone that he could aim to catch up to.*\n\n*Jason watched and listened as Terrel swung the sword and in a swift motion the flames had been put out. As he watched Terrel put the flame, he would say under his breath:*\n\n\"Damn. This elf is so cool!\"\n\n*Magic through money huh? That was something which intrigued Jason. He was pretty sure that he wasn't a mage as he had been born in a normal family of farmers. He'd always trained himself as someone who could rely on deception and accurate strikes of the sword. For a while, he had indeed thought that he was someone who could use magic but was quickly shut down by the people of Vanraurie telling him that it was probably his descendance.*\n\n\"I feel like my journey will come a full circle when I finally gain enough skill to combat those mages on an equal footing. When my music and swordsmanship will make me known enough to make people stay away.\"\n\n*He said that as his eyes turned a shade of deep blue and had a determined look.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd let out an exhale of air, getting a single shake of his head in Jason settling with the idea that full circle was considered being an equal to mages.*\"You're wrong.\"*He'd say simply to him, soon shifting his gaze to look down at the man.\n\nHis stare was relatively blank with the pig mask on his head, though the frown made it come off as more disapproving.*\"It will only come full circle when you've gained enough skill to be above the mages. Mages are powerful opponents and in such, any single one good enough to understand their skills have little to worry about in a sword fight. That's how it's always been.\"\n\n*He'd continue on, a slight draft of air tugging at his cloak as he'd refocus his gaze on the path ahead.*\"Only when a sword fighter becomes stronger than a mage, will it ever be full circle. You're fighting twice as hard just to be good enough to face them. To be able to have to fight with low effort to be better than them, is a ring that I doubt many swordsman even dared to tread. And one reason is because they keep mindsets like that.\"*He'd say, tapping Jason's head ever so lightly with a gloved finger.\n\nAnyone can become a professional at what they do if they really tried hard enough. To a degree anyways and if professional was just being as good as someone else, then maybe that wasn't the right word for it. Maybe only in mastery can you consider yourself having strived beyond others.\n\nHe'd shake it off, soon returning to his more casualness once more.*\"But of course I suppose being good enough play an instrument and fight at the same time has just as much to brag about.\""
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "*Jason kept silent and listened to Terrel with all of his attention. After listening to what he had to say, he finally got it. The reason why he was stuck on the same level for so long. He never strived to be better than anybody, merely equal.*\n\n*Jason let out a slightly embarrassed expression as he got tapped over the head and run some hands through his hair. He looked back down at his trusty katana contemplating what he had just heard even further. That was it. He'd found a new goal. To be better than everyone. To be able to protect Estoria from everyone. No matter the effort, that is what he had to do now.*\n\n*His eyes dulled as his gentle expression turned to one of an experienced and determined person.*\n\n\"Thank you.. For opening my eyes. You see, I don't have a choice to ignore that ring. I have to enter that dangerous ring that you spoke of. And come back victorious.\" \n\n*He said that as he increased the grip strength on his katana.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Just don't hurt yourself.\"*He'd say to him, seeing the rejuvenated sense of thought.*\"Getting yourself killed is a quick way to not make it to the ring right there.\"*There was a difference between pushing your limits and being completely reckless. And whatever that is, the Elf didn't know quite yet.*\n\n*He'd fall into silence more, drinking in the cool air. It was never like this in the daytime. The heat of a nearing summer was always there to remind the Elf.*\"Mercenary work is always a good start, but I'm assuming with how late it is, you're planning on heading somewhere to rest for the night? Plenty of Taverns to go around in the city.\""
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "*Loosening his grip, he sheathed his katana and regained his joyful expression.*\n\n\"Yeah, yeah. Getting killed is the most inefficient way of giving up on your dreams.\" *He would look back up at the sky and take in the cool breeze once more. He would then proceed to take out his coin again and start spinning it in the air.*\n\n*He looked at Terrel as he asked a question and then replied:*\n\n\"Mercenary work huh? Maybe one of these days, just maybe. As for what I'm going to do in the city, I would probably head to a tavern. Oh wait. You've been to the capitol before right? Any recommendations of what tavern I should head to?"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"All taverns are the same in my eyes. Full of drunk people looking to start a fight, but some typically have some rooms that people can stay in for the night.\"*He'd answer.*\"I'm actually just heading back to one now that I've been staying at for my stay here if you want to tag along to find a place to sleep at night. Of course, you'd have to pay for your own room, but I can at least show you where to go for it. The Capitol can get complicated to navigate, but I've been around here often enough to be stuck with the memory of where to go.\""
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "\"Ah of course. Just the ideal place for a supposed prophet like me after all.\" *He said as he smirked at Terrel.\n\n\"Sure, I'll tag along with you. Don't want my first memory of the capitol to be getting lost and screaming for help. Money is never an issue for me. Just lead the way.\"\n\n*Money definitely was an issue. But as long as there were drunk people who he could rob, he would most probably be fine.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd raise an eyebrow at him as they'd soon near the gates. The Elf would walk past the guards without so much as a glance towards them, entering the decently-lot city beyond before he'd continue conversation with Jason as they'd follow the main road through the city.*\n\n\"Surely you have more skillsets than playing an instrument and giving prophecies, hm?\"*He'd ask him, allowing the image of the man being completely lost in the city to fill his mind. Surely no one was that helpless even if completely lost. He supposed he should be grateful that the man would pay at least.*"
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "*Walking past the guards, he was grateful that he wasn't identified by them. He marvelled at the road as it got a lot more maintained than it was a little bit farther away.*\n\n\"Well, I can handle a sword. But that's about it. Nothing else.\" *He said as he mumbled a few words under his breath* \" Nothing that I can tell you anyways.\"\n\n*To be completely honest, he had some natural talent for stuff related to thievery and he was indeed very proud of it. It was one profession where he could excel without the need for much further instruction.* \n\n\"What type of missions do you go on as a mercenary anyways?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"The kinds you should probably keep away from.\"*He'd answer back to him. Terrel knew little of the man's intentions when it came to morals, but at this point he had been stuck with so many lawful people that telling them what his jobs were alone were enough risk to get told off for it.* \n\n\"It depends on who's the highest paying which can go anywhere from taking care of a few bandits to clearing out an entire family generation. Of course the latter is far fetched, but I'd still do it if the gold is high enough. Not something you'd want to hear about though I'm assuming.\"*He'd make a turn along the road, moving along a much smaller path that ran between the buildings.*\"There are guilds around here that can probably pay decent for saving the local stranded cat though. Who knows, maybe they'll even take you in and show you how to put up a fight.\""
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "\"Ah I see. So you're pretty much in a job which makes a shit ton of money. That is something I can get behind. Kindness is worth jack these days. It's money this, money that. Honestly, these nobles have too much of it.\"\n\n*As he entered the small path, his instincts made him ready for a surprise attack if it was to occur. The small path was almost suffocating to him.*\n\n\"HAH?! Mr Masked Menace, are you perhaps making fun of me?\" *He said as he tried to act menacing in front of the man clad in armor.* \n\n\"Although I am quite interested in knowing what these guilds are that you speak of. You see, I have mostly been out and about on the street.. 'working'. I haven't really had much time to look into such stuff.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"It'll pay for anything you want with enough life risking, but you'll have to know what you're doing unless you want to lose a few limbs in the process. That alone is expensive enough to make the whole job useless in paying it all back by the end of the day.\"*He'd say to him.\n\nIn entering the alleyway, there wasn't as much space between them now in having to walk through it, however, the Elf didn't seem as concerned as the Macen about it. Most of him was impressed in the man actually taking to the more monetary aspects of jobs, though there are some who may take it too far. Terrel was probably one of them, coming to think of it.\n\nAt the man's question of whether or not he was making fun of him, the Elf would come to a stop in the center the alley, creating a moment of stark silence as he'd look back at the man.\n\nA smirk would appear in his face, followed by him relaxing ever so slightly against the wall.*\"Me? Make fun of you?\"*He'd ask in an overly dramatic tone as if it were insulting him.\n\nHe'd lean in ever so slightly, eventually saying:*\"I always am.\"*And with that small dose of humor, he'd turn away with a sweep of his cloak. He found the most humor in those playing hero and inevitable failing, but seeing someone try to intimidate one with higher skill level was just as entertaining. He'd exit out into the main road once more, the Tavern now sitting on the far end of it for them.*\"I don't typically visit many guilds. The best jobs are the ones given on the streets or by business with a large sum of money. There are a couple around here that I can probably show you to, but that would have to wait until morning.\""
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "\"I guess that is indeed logical.\"\n\n*Trying to make his way through the alleyway without causing a scene, Jason was squeezing his way through. Having been brought up in a wide and open place, small and cramped was certainly not his type.*\n\n*Suddenly both of them came to a stop as Terrel relaxed against the wall and said something in a dramatic tone. It felt really insulting but it was something that he was used to. He simply smirked back at Terrel.*\n\n*As Terrel leaned in slightly, Jason took a step backwards and tightened his grip on the dagger under his armor. He listened as Terrel made a witty remark and simply kept walking forward.*\n\n\"How dare you make fun of such a handsome face such as myself!\" *He said this as he pretended to pout and act all angry and hurt.*\n\n*Soon after they came out onto the main road as he made a sigh of relief. It was finally a big enough place for him to breathe again. He turned his head to listen to what Terrel was saying.*\n\n\"Streets over established guilds huh? I like the sound of that. Sure, morning it is!\" *He kept following Terrel as they approached the tavern.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"You know, you remind me of a certain squire I've met once. He was just as over the top about things as well.\"*Of course the Elf didn't mind catering to the drama. He just found the relation amusing.\n\nNow with the wide open street ahead, he'd glance over to the Macen saying:*\"The street jobs are more under the nose. You'll either have to get lucky in finding them or have good connections. Fortunately there are some questionably legal places to go for that.\"\n\n *With morning now a plan, part of the Elf wondered how long Jason planned on sticking around the Capitol. After all there were much more opportunities beyond it and he doubted the man cared much for the guilds here outside using what few skills they could teach him.*\n\n\"Plan on staying in Salvania long?\"*He'd ask him.*\"You'd find more jobs traveling between capitols over just staying in one place for a while. Always have to switch it up eventually. Well for that and not getting caught by the authorities for doing things you're not supposed to. I guess you'd just end up always on the run in that case.\""
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "*Jason gave a slight smile to Terrel as he said that he reminded him of someone.* \n\n\"Connections aren't really my thing but luck surely is. More than skill, sometimes you require luck doing what I do. Ah yes! Perfect. Questionably legal. Absolutely legal places might be a bit uhm.. Difficult for me to get into.\"\n\n*Looking at the street around them, he noticed that the amount of people had increased. It seemed like the tavern would be half decent and could actually get Jason quite a lot of money.*\n\n\"I don't really tend to stay at a place for that long. I do plan to move to some other nation after I finish gaining everything I can here or worse, end up getting recognised. Oh and do trust me, running is what I always do.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"If questionably legal is what you're fine with, I'd say Silnaria is your best bet, but it'll be a long way to travel from here. Funny really when you think about it, but I suppose there's a long enough list of people who hate elves to warrant them taking station in the homeland of them.\"*He'd chuckle slightly, coming to a slower stop as they drew closer to the tavern. Only when they were a few meters away from the entrance would Terrel eventually glance back towards the Macen.*\n\n\"I'm guessing you're on the run from the legal system, hm?\"*He'd say. His gaze wouldn't alter away from the Macen, a true Elf knowing one's feeling and intent from facial looks alone. It was an unconscious thing for them, but helpful nonetheless in knowing if someone was trying to lie to them with the truth being evident enough. He supposed any man truly on the run from the law wouldn't have claimed his easygoingness to the illegal aspect of some things.*"
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "\"Silnaria Huh? I might just pass through Lymia. Visit my homeland once more. Obviously, that will be when I'm done with this place.\" \n\n*Jason got to thinking as Terrel finished the rest of his sentence. It had truly been a while since he'd seen Estoria. This could be a nice way to go back and surprise her whilst also continuing his journey.*\n\n*As Terrel asked him whether he was on the run from the legal system, Jason gave him a wide smirk and looked back at him.* \n\n\"If you hadn't figured that out by now, I would have to go as far as to say that you lack common sense. I certainly did make sure to drop quite a few verbal and body language related clues. I know, I know. It's really surprising seeing somebody actually admit this. I am what you would call a thief. But mind you, I am a honourable one at that.\" \n\n*Seeing the entrance of the tavern, Jason stared down the whole building. It wasn't really a sight but it seemed to be quite buzzing by the standards of the local one that had been near his last haunt. He supposed this would do for now.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I was just going to see how far you'd go in lying to me.\"*He'd say casually, waving it off as if it were matter of fact.*\"Law fugitives are awful untrustworthy at times, wouldn't you say?\"*While it may be factual, the Elf had found them to be more dependable than the lawful ones.\n\nSo he was a thief was he? Terrel wasn't sure where honorable would come into play with that, but he supposed even the lowest of the low had their own morals, whatever that may be.\n\nHe'd turn away and push open the door, holding it open just long enough so that Jason could catch the door on his way in. The Tavern seemed to have a few patrons sitting around for those who decided to be up at this time of night, though Terrel would simply walk by them without giving much attention until he'd find a less crowded spot.*\n\n\"You can go talk to the barkeep, they'll give you the room you'll be staying in for the night. I'll wait for you here until you get back from it.\"*He'd say.*"
},
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"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "\"I'd say everybody has a bit of untrustworthiness in them. It's just up to that person how they really want to show it.\". \n\n*Going through through the door that he held open for a few seconds, he'd finally entered the tavern. He bumped into a few people intentionally as Terrel led him to a less crowded spot. Off of one of the people, he'd picked up some decent amount of money which would be enough to let him stay for at least a night.*\n\n\"Sure thing. Leave it to me!\" *He said that as he made his way to the barkeep. He could've probably scored some more cash over there but alas, the amount of people was not as high as he had expected. With his stolen money, he went to the barkeep and asked him for a room.*\n\n*The money that he had stolen was more than enough for the rent for the room for one night. He gleefully thanked the barkeep as he went back to Terrel.*\n\n\"Got my room all secured and to myself chief!\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Fair point.\"*He'd say with a dip of his head in agreement. One couldn't trust anyone these days with their true intent always hidden away, but it makes it worth having more allies with you in those moments.\n\nHe'd watch Jason head off to to the barkeep, leaning against the wall as he stood in silence for a while. How convenient it was that he had met a lawyer prior to this. This man may just need one at the rate he was going at or maybe both of them.\n\nThe thought of having delinquents tag along hadn't really crossed his mind, but over time it was starting to sound like a much better idea. How funny that this was what he may end up with by the day's end.\n\nWith Jason returning, he'd say to him:*\"We can probably set out by early morning so you can get to see the guild's around here. I'll have to return soon enough to rejoin my companions before we set out again. But I'm sure you can get a decent look at the city in that time. After that, you'll have to hope for the best.\""
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "\"Early morning sounds good enough. Although it will be a sorry sight to see you leave. But if faith wills it, it must happen.\" \n\n*He counted the rest of the money that was remaining on him after taking the room for the night. He put it all in his left pocket and looked at Terrel once again.*\n\n\"I assume that you already have your own room from all the frequent visits correct?\" *He said that as he sort of tied his flowing hair into a knot to keep it steady.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd let out a quiet chuckle.*\"You know you could always just tag along. Then again it would be a wasted journey to come all this way out here just to have to get back on the road again, but up to you.\"*He'd say, deciding to give that much an offer.\n\nTerrel had never actually worked with a thief before, though this may just warrant future surprises. One would hope only good ones by that, but you can only ever learn as you go. They both could get something from each other in traveling, but how the others would react will be a mystery until then.*\"Not something to answer for now, but you can think about it and let me know tomorrow.\"\n\n*With that, the Elf would turn away, heading to the base of the stairs that would lead up to the rooms before glancing back at Jason.*\"See you in the morning Jason.\"*He'd say before soon vanishing up the stairs, his red flowing cloak being that last seen of him before heading up.*"
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "*Listening to Terrel give him an offer to join, he would give it a second of thought before deferring it for a later time. After all, he did come all the way here. To leave so soon would surely be a shame.*\n\n\"I will indeed think about that offer. Although I'm not so sure how well I'd fit in with any said group.\"\n\n*Jason had never really worked with anyone apart from his sister. This, as he believed, was one of the drawbacks of being brought up in an isolated neighbourhood.*\n\n\"Ah! Tomorrow sounds like a very wonderful time frame. It is as if you read my mind.\"\n\n*As Jason flashed one final smile to Terrel as he headed to the stairs and waved his hand.*\n\n\"Goodbye to you. Do have a sound night.\" *He decided to follow Terrel as his room was also that way. Not the he thought of it, he certainly had been walking for a while now. It was about time he got some rest.*\n\n*He climbed the stairs and stood outside his room.* \"No place like a sweet old bed."
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{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*It was early morning when the Centaur had first set out, her eyes laid upon the Capitol of Salvania in all the progress she had made to get here. It seemed much larger than her small home in Mentia, and with it drawing so close, a twinge of excitement would erupt in her chest. It would be wrong to say she didn't prepare herself for arriving, wearing a proper armor piece so that she didn't seem so underdressed in the city. She came here for one thing and she was going to work her way up to it. Most would think the big city wouldn't be the best way to start off, but she had enough confidence in her abilities.\n\nHer small hooves would bring her into a trot the closer she got to the gate and with a wide grin to the guards that stood at it, Melody would slip her way into the city walls. With it being so close to midday, the streets were packed with other people, though it didn't daunt her in the slightest.*\"Salvania.\"*She'd murmur aloud as she walked along the busied street. This would be her first big break. Or at least, that's what she was counting on. Somewhere lost admiration of it, she found herself forgetting just how crowded the space was, soon bumping into one person to which she would deliver a quick apology to the annoyed civilian, only to back up into another.*\"Sorry-\"*She'd say quickly once more. Maybe navigating was going to be a bit harder this way, though surely it wasn't like this all day.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"Sorry, as always madam...\"\n*Another apology could be heard a few paces away from Melody, the voice deep and rich; his Tiai contralto clear as day. The old woman he had bumped into gave a small chuckle, brushing his apology off.*\n\"I know how troublesome it is around these parts for your sort, dear, don't you worry. I do hope they widen these streets soon, the walls needn't be so thick anyway...\"\n*The crowd would slowly thin, Circine visible far above the heads of most streetgoers, his lightly tanned skin glowing in the pleasant sun, his fingers tracing the handle of his nodachi - the sheath only able to sit at his hip due to his equine stature.*\n\"If you insist, madam. I shan't bump you so hard next time, I hope.\"\n*Another chuckle rang out, loud and hearty, the centaur bidding her farewell and carefully turning toward the gate - stopping dead in his tracks once Melody wandered into his gaze.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She'd quickly move out of the way as a cart would roll by, threatening to run over one her hooves before she'd quickly trot onwards, trying to get past bulk of the crowd. Melody almost didn't take notice of the other centaur in her light and arguably graceful frolic around the crowd. Only when the majority of people had cleared, would she find herself standing right before him. She'd come to a sudden stop, her gaze traveling up him to come to look at Circine more directly.*\"Woah.\"*She'd say, having to take a step back upon getting dangerously close to bumping into him as well. Another centaur? She hasn't seen one since she had left home. And that was her family for the most part. Her head would give a more thoughtful tilt to the side in realization of her not being the only one in the city.*\"I didn't know there were other Centaurs living in Salvania-\"*She'd say with a flabbergasted laugh.*"
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{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"...I was under the same impression, young lady! Quite serendipitous, I'd say.\"\n*His tone was equally exasperated, leaning down a little to examine her briefly. More deer-like than any centaur he'd ever seen, she was lithe and small in comparison - though clearly not due to any lack of strength. He smiled more warmly than he'd ever managed before, taking a step back and bowing lightly.*\n\"Circine, son of Haracene. Of whom do I have the pleasure, young madam?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Oh, wasn't he a formal one. Melody wondered if that was how most folks were around here or was it rather just the centaur himself.*\"Melody Vander.\"*She'd say, doing a careful courtesy to match with the centaur's bow.*\"Pleasure is all mines.\"*She'd stand back up to her full height, not that it made much of a difference to how she was before and would glance around the area for a short moment.*\"You wouldn't happen to be a local here would you?*She'd ask him.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"A local, no. Familiar with the region, yes. I've based myself out of this city for a few months now, so if it's a guide you're after...\"\n*He would turn on the spot, his hooves clicking softly against the stone underfoot as he made a wide gesture to the metropolis.*\n\"Welcome to Salvainia, the Jewel of the Empire.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Darn...\"*She'd say under her breath before looking back up to Circine, supposing that she shouldn't expect a place this big to be going without tourists much like herself. At least as she was now. With him welcoming her to the Empire she'd allow a smile to reform on her face.*\"It's nice to be here.\"*She'd say before trotting past him a short bit. This place did seem pretty large. At least so she thought to herself. Melody would glance back at him, asking:*\"Any places you would recommend visiting around here for us Centaur 'Tourists?'\"*She'd ask him in noting that he claimed to be familiar of the place. Maybe he can act as a sort of guide for now until she found what she was looking for around here.*"
}
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{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"Hm? I can show you, sure. Not sure if we can get in too far...\"\n*A moment's thought drew him silent once more, massaging his chin with his thumb as he slowly shifted their destination. Less accessible would be some of the taverns deeper into the capital; the older streets built for the Macen who founded the city, tall and narrow for their lithe forms in comparison to the centaur's own. Despite this, the main road cut through most parts of the Old Salvainia, so it wasn't too much bother.*\n\"From where do you hail, Melody? Your heritage is far rarer than mine, even as a centaur.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would follow after him, her gaze wandering towards the other people passing by as she would give a smile and wave towards them. Her attention would be caught by Circine once more as he would ask her the question, leading her to tilt her head up towards him with slight confusion.*\"What do you mean?\"*She'd ask him, unsure of what he was referring to with her heritage being rarer than his. Perhaps she was missing something that he was pointing out, but the deer woman wasn't too sure.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "*Circine couldn't help but smile at her friendly demeanour, a welcome yet bizarre attitude for a newcomer in unfamiliar lands. Her rebuttal made him think a moment, supposing that the difference between them wasn't as obvious as he'd thought.*\n\"I am equine, and you are cervine. Horse centaurs are native to the steppes and plains, of which the Steppe Elves are more than happy to share. But Deer centaurs overlap territory with Wood Elves, who aren't beyond attacking preemptively... I believe you are the first Cervine centaur I've met so far, considered an honour amongst our people to meet with our nobler kin.\"\n*His explanation concluded with another bow, this one far more regal than the first, his head bowing in quiet reverence.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Nobler?\"*She'd question, mostly to herself. Melody supposed her family name was decently known in her small town, but she'd hardly call them noble. Perhaps it was her being used to growing up with other deer centaurs that made her feel indifferent to the rest of her kind, though seeing Circine bowing to her, Melody would feel a hint of surprise.*\"Oh, no- you don't have to do that Circine.\"*She'd say before lightly grabbing his arm as a guide for him to stand back up straight. It was mostly from the looks others were giving, but it felt weird to be considered noble of any kind, especially without having not done anything yet.*\"I may be half deer, but I'm no different from any other centaur. Just think of me as just as unique in my own way-\"*She'd say before drawing away from him and turning towards the rest of the town.*\"Come on, we have a city to explore don't we?\"*She'd say more playfully.*"
}
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{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "*The centaur yielded to her attempt to tug him to his feet, caught off-guard by her candour. He supposed these attitudes were older than them by far too much to be applied, deciding against pursuing the traditions of his family with the young lady any further. He'd sigh, shaking his head as he followed behind.*\n\"Of course, Melody. I wouldn't want to disturb you with these things.\"\n*He responded with renewed confidence, giving her hand a light tug as he overtook her, making their way towards the nearest less accessible tavern.\n\n'The Sleeping Ent' was a popular spot nestled in-between Old Capital streets, the pair finding the route more troublesome than before. While there was generous outdoors seating, the entrance was small and narrow: Made for Macen, not for centaur-kin.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"It's alright Circine.\"*She'd say offering a smile towards him.*\"It was a unique way of greeting someone at least.\"*It was strange in her eyes, seeing someone bow to her with claims of her being a noble of any sort, though you see something new everyday and Melody didn't mind that too much. She'd canter along with Circine as her guide, soon finding themselves traveling along a route tat proved more trouble than need be. Eventually with them reaching the tavern, Melody's small tail would give a light flick of relief as she'd trot up to the entrance, seemingly not caring so much for the small doorway.*\"Think they have something good to eat inside?\"*She'd ask him without much second thought to the question as she'd wait for him to join her by the entrance.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"I'm sure they do... Though, I'm not sure what your goal is here... We can't exactly make it inside. If you'd wanted to try something here, I could've asked a friend to accompany us.\"\n*He'd return with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his head as he glanced around. Yes, they were getting new odd stares, of which he felt were equally as warranted.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"What do you mean? Sure we ca- oh...\"*She'd say almost as if a moment of realization had come over her in the Centaur turning back to face Circine.*\"You've... Never been inside a tavern, have you?\"*Melody would ask him as if it were something needed to be asked. How odd that it was something questionable to Melody as if she's been in these kind of places often enough as it was. Perhaps it was the staring that seemed to catch her attention. It probably wasn't often they saw centaurs around here.*"
}
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{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "*A small, barely noticeable pang of anger washed over the centaur, the bizarre question seeming like ridicule from one in a similar situation as him. He shook his head, drawing his lips tight as he stared into the open door.*\n\"No. I don't know why you would ask, considering you're in the same predicament. There's only a handful of taverns that accommodate our sorts, so I've never seen an authentic interior.\"\n*His irritation subsided exceedingly quickly, replaced with a solemn resignation as he offered a wry smile.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would retract a bit from his anger, eventually seeing it subside once more and deciding to take opportunity in it as she'd offer a hand out to him.*\"Would you like to?\"*She'd ask him.*\"You said you would have asked a friend to accompany to try something inside. I promise it's not as bad as you'd think.\"*Though lacking the context of what she meant by it, Melody would smile back towards him more so encouragingly as if trying to will him to accept.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"...If I was capable of such a feat, then yes of course.\"\n*Circine returned, the ridiculousness summoning a mirthful chuckle, his brow raised in slight confusion - for Melody seemed not to be asking for curiosity's sake.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Who knows? The world can be full of surprises.\"*She'd say, tilting her head back in wonderment as she'd take his hand and would slowly pull him towards the door. Though appearing small in comparison to them, a broad golden light would caress itself across their finger tips. It was temporary, yet blossoming enough in color to not go unnoticed. Melody didn't seem to react to it, most likely used to the passage of magic as she'd continue on to the door. At first it didn't appear anything had changed, though the closer they got to it, Circine could notice the entry way to the tavern seemingly beginning to grow larger or rather, he was getting smaller. Much, much smaller. \n\nThe changes happening were most noticeable on Melody. The deer half seemed to fade into nothing more than a trick of lighting while the rest of her body began to replace itself with hardened scales running along her arm in its reddened-orange hue similar to that of what her hair color used to be before it too was replaced in her transformation. Tiny orange claw-like hands now held onto Circine's though he was hardly any different in having a pair of his own with the duo transforming into a couple of Ryujins. Now at a quarter of what their size used to be, entering didn't seem like such a troubling feat with the grand atmosphere of the tavern welcoming in its warm and jolly feel, at least so it seemed at their shortened height.*\"Not too bad right?\"*She'd ask him, voice never changing despite looking back with a face completely unlike what it used to be.*"
}
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{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"...Yes, I suppose so. You'll have to explain this all in more detail, lest I go mad from the experience...\"\n*The 'Ryujin' breathed in exasperation, far more resigned to this whole event now that he'd gotten used to the feeling. He followed close behind her, stumbling a little as two feet felt entirely unstable for him.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Careful with your breathing.\"*She'd say jokingly.\"*May end up accidentally shooting out fire in the tavern and we wouldn't want that.\"*There was a hint of tease in her tone, seeing him stumbling about in trying to get used to the lack of hind legs. She'd grab his arm, working to assist him in making their way over to a nearby booth.*\"We can sit here. Should be much easier now.\""
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"Fire!? I don't think this transformation goes that far, right?\"\n*His breaths grew shallow, from both shock and a worry about this throwing of fire. Circine sighed, gripping the hilt of his daikatana - double-taking as he noticed it at his hip. It was far too big for one of his stature, but he felt as if he could wield it as easily as when in his usual form.*\n\"So... Care to elaborate? What is this power, and where did you learn it? Centaurs are the least magically-inclined beastmen, even despite being deer-kin...\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Easy. Easy.\"*She'd say.*\"Don't want to get heated.\"*Melody would leave Circine to hop up in the booth on his own while she'd take a seat opposite of him. With him questioning where she got this from, she'd fold her hands in front of her on the table.*\"Well let's just say it's a magic trick I sort of picked up on during my training as a law enforcement. Maneuvering, climbing, and getting around things at times have shown to be quite difficult as you can imagine, but after a while I just began adapting to the work environment. I'm not completely sure where it came from, but one moment I'm a Centuar. The next, well you can see for yourself. It's shown to be useful whenever I properly utilize it though which helped me get to where I am now.\"*She'd say with a light laugh.*"
}
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{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"Well then... As useful as it seems, I don't think I'll go looking for such an ability. I'd never get used to this...\"\n*For the first time in a while, the centaur tutted; shivering slightly from the unnatural feeling of scales over his skin. He glanced about, half-expecting the whole room to be staring at them - though it seemed his anxiety had gotten the better of him. Soon he relaxed, reclining in his seat as best he could and watching Melody wryly.*\n\"I've never been in this establishment, so apologies for not having any culinary recommendations.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would only watch him in amusement. It was strange for her the first time as well, but she had more years to get used to it unlike Circine.*\"It's alright!\"*She'd say to him.*\"I can order for the table if you'd like. Taverns typically have a nice variety of different meats, fruits, vegetables, and more! Of course, depends on the place, but I'm sure we can see what they have.\"*She'd state before waving the Waitor over with her now much smaller hands.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "*He watched idly for a few moments, giving her a small nod in agreement - a few sparks of an idea flying through his mind at her mention of the menu.*\n\"...Can I eat meat in this form? Or is it more cosmetic?\"\n*His question was tentative, only because he knew so little about how this worked. Melody had mentioned being careful not to throw fire, and while it seemed to be a jest, there was a modicum of concern in her voice. Did the transformation go so far as to change his physiology?*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"You're a whole new person now, I'll say that.\"*Melody would say to answer his question. She'd tap at his hand.*\"It's not an illusion if that's what your thinking. You're just like any other Ryujin now.\"*Melody would offer a light smile as the waiter would gradually make their way over.*\"So order away.\"*Part of her was pretty sure he could have had meat anyways if he really wanted to, but she was willing to let this new body be a reason with any rise in concern that may come from it.*"
}
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{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"Mm... In that case, I'll get the beef tongue, cook it how you wish...\"\n*He would request tentatively, mulling over the various sorts of food he hasn't tried due to his dietary limitations. Circine wasn't one to focus on his meals, but the prospect of trying something usually out of the question was too good to pass up.*\n\"...Law enforcement, you say? Are you with the Guard? Or do you mean an Enforcer guild?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"I'll just have some steak, well done, please.\"*She'd say to the Waiter, waiting for them to take their order and walk off before looking back over to Circine as he'd question her career.*\"Enforcer guild mainly.\"*She'd say.*\"It was the best place to get training done for my time in Mentia, but I'm hoping to be able to become a captain of my own guard coming here. It's just a matter of finding where to start really.\"*She'd answer.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"Quite the ambition, but I'm sure you can manage. Such aspirations are far beyond me, I'm afraid, though I prefer it as such.\"\n*He would muse on her explanation, tapping his chin with a claw as he thought on her quandary.*\n\"Enlisting into the guard is good for experience, but it's a stagnant career, from what I've seen...\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Stagnant or not, it seems this world needs someone to do something about it. Between the warfare in Mentia and petty crime in the other countries, I feel like it's better for me to at least step up and help where I can. Right now I've just been bounty hunting for the most part in the events of criminals getting away with things just a little too often. It's been a nice job for the time being and even gets me the chance to get into some action. I'm not too sure where that job may go with me here though, but I like to be hopeful.\""
}
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{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "A felinid female is walking to the roads she is wearing a black coat, black pants, long gloves and a red hooded cape covering her head and to the legs she hides her animal features such as ears ,tail ,claw and fur. Her Dai katana is on her back and dagger and tanto on the side of her waist while she walks she is looking around the path to see if something suspicious might attack her"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Along the pathway, Melody would move in a quick gallop, having spent a good portion of the day working with her endurance at the promise of getting to see the guild soon. With a strong leap, she'd bound up the short slope onto the roadway, landing surprisingly lightly.*\"Woo- nailed it!\"*She'd say triumphantly before she'd look over to notice to other woman walking along the path.*\"Oh-. Didn't know anyone was out here. Hey there.\"*The Centaur would offer a more sheepish wave to her, quickly regaining her composure in deciding this being an alright time to take a break.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "She hears this \"Hmm guess that i am not alone here\" She said to her self quiet as she can and sigh before turning to the woman and waved at her back \"Why did you call me miss?\" She asked for she doesn't know why she has been called and stopped waking and puts her hand down she has b been in the town already for 2 days and leave her horse there for she goes to a walk alone outside of town. She then starts to walk towards the centaur she still cautious doe for the centaur might be a bandit even does she doesn't look like one"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Well it would be rude to not greet the one other person out here, miss.\"*She'd say, offering a smile towards her.*\"The name's Melody Vander. Local bounty Hunter. What might I call you miss?\"*Melody would ask the question, holding out her hand in offering to shake hers. It wasn't often she got to meet people on the road after having made her way to the Capitol already, so these small greetings were always a good treat.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "She got closer to the centaur and now a lower her guard down for she now knows she is not a threat \"Yeah that was a good answer miss Melody, my name is Akira Nakamura i am a Mercenary\" She said as she shake her hand but she could feel something on her hand which resemble a cat's paw \"It is a good day to day isn't it?\" She said for she doesn't know what to talk about for she is tired and regretting she left her horse"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Shaking her hand, Melody would eventually draw her own away, giving a nod in agreement to the feline's words.*\"It is.\"*She'd say. Turning around slightly as if she were going to head in the direction towards town, Melody would glance back to the woman.*\"Are you heading to the Capitol?\"*She'd ask her curiously. Perhaps they could head back together if heading in the same direction.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"If you mean in Salvainia yes I'll be staying there for like a few months for mercenary jobs available\" She then sat on the ground for a quick rest \"Are from salvania? Cuz i could really use a tour on the place cuz i once get lost their trying to find a bakery\" She said and chuckled at her own words and breath deep and exhale"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Seeing the woman sit down, Melody would decide to gradually go down into a more laying position for the sake of continuing conversation. At least a laying position as far as her deer-half went.*\"Well actually I'm from Northern Mentia. I traveled here about a week ago, so I can't say I know where everything is. But... I have gotten to visit a few places during my stay here. Like the coast and taverns and marketplace-.\"*She'd say.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Oh your from Mantia im from Lymia and it ain't everyday i get to talk to a centaur\" He said to her as she watched her sit \"And it is very confusing if your laying down or sitting\" She doesn't come across centaurs often \"Oh wait wait wait did you say taverns? Where they serve alcohol you gotta show me where it is\" She loves alcohol and mostly ends up starting a bar fight every time she is drunk but she hasn't drink alcohol since she got to the town"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She'd let out a quiet laugh.*\"You and several others it seems. I never noticed how uncommon Centaurs must be to other people. I always had such a large family growing up.\"*Being asked if she could show her to the Tavern, Melody would nod.*\"Sure thing.\"*She'd come to stand up, holding a hand down to help Akira up.*\"You sure you'll be able to make the trip there? You seem pretty tired.\""
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Yep you are like the 11th centaur ive seen so far\" It is uncommon for her to see centaurs \"Yeah im totaly ok to walk then drink some alcohol\" She take her hand and stands up almost getting her hood off but she quickly stopped it \"So we are goin to walk for a little while and is it also an inn cuz i have been sleeping in a stable with my horse since i can't find an inn with it being full\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"We just need to get back to the gates, from there it's just a couple blocks away, tavern, inn and everything.\"*She'd say, turning to trot off along the road.*\"I can just drop you off there before I have to head to work.\""
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Hm i forgot you hunt criminals for a second there\" She stretch her hands up and a few cracks can be heard \"Hmmmm the satisfaction so judging on which way your looking at that is where the path leads to the town then\" She said to her as she scratch her neck"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Do you typically hunt down criminals on your Mercenary jobs?\"*She'd ask her.*\"I know it's not one and the same exactly, but I've noticed that Mercenaries and Bounty Hunters can end up doing the same things.\"*With Akira asking if this is where town was, Melody would give a nod.*\"Yeah. The gate is just straight ahead. I typically take this path heading to and from the Capitol.\""
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Well yes actually we protect people we hunt people but we never kill people so both are basically the same except Bounty hunters do not need a boss to pay you for the prison is the one doing it and some of boss are weird towards a female mercenaries\" She said to her crossing her arms \"Ok lets hit the road then for i really wanna drink them alcohol\" She started walking to the said path"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*With Melody already having a head start in heading towards the Capitol, she'd glance back towards the woman, giving her a chance to catch up before she'd continue trotting along. The Centaur would hum quietly to pass the time, watching as the gates would grow closer in time.*\"I never favor midday.\"*She'd say suddenly, breaking her song for a short moment.*\"It tends to get really crowded and makes it much harder to navigate.\""
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Yeah crowded places often gets me very confused on where to head special i almost hear everything and it gets annoying\" She said as the gates grow closer and closer as she continued to scratch her neck for it does makes her feel good \"So we are almost -yawns- on the town i do not have any plans yet for i just wanna explore the city and find jobs\" She is getting sleepy from walking and her energy is low and she carelessly took off her hood to scratch her head revealing her cat ears"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"You have stronger senses, don't you?\"*She'd ask her with a curious tilt of her head. It was one thing with Melody trying to get to places with her physique, it was another when places would completely overwhelm them. Sometimes she got that with her somewhat sensitive hearing, though she wasn't sure it was the same as those of the beastkin races.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Well felinid like me often hear better then normal humans because of this\" She said as she points her finger on her cat ears \"But i often hide mine because the cloth does muffle the voices a bit and i hate too much noise\" She then puts her hood back \"Also we felinid are more competitive then any other races every time one of felinid goes better then the other we compete to outdo one another\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She'd let out a quiet laugh at the last point, coming to an eventual stop as they would reach the gates.*\"Well at least you found ways to work around it. Sometimes we just have to work with what we're given. I bet the good hearing makes things a lot easier to track down, right?\""
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Yes it does but also a major weakness for if they blast a loud sound i cant ignore it\" She said while maintaining not to fall asleep \"But the down fall of beastkins race is that our life is short compare to other race so we have to make every time we have on our lifespan count\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She'd continue on past the gates, following the roadway she had often stuck to whenever trying to find the tavern. It wasn't so crowded just yet, but she made sure to keep herself out of the way as they'd pass by other people.*\"Well I've heard that there are these rituals that could make people live longer. I always figured it was a tale for children, but it seems there are some out there that say it's true.\""
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "As they entered the gates she looks around for once again she gets her guard up \"I don't really believe in rituals for lack of proof about it but maybe they do maybe they don't the world works in a mysterious way\" She said as she puts her hand near her tanto for if someone try to attack her she can quickly draw out a weapon"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"This world is pretty magical. I can't say it would too surprising if it was true. Maybe even something to try later on in life. Who knows?\"*She'd glance at Akira as they would continue down the roads, noticing her guarded posture.*\"You're so tense.\"*She'd say to her.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"No i am not tense i am just keeping my guard up for someone might just try to rob me\" She doesn't like to be around many people for its every one is different from the other and she believes that one out of 15 people is a thug or a bandit"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Had a bad run in with people before?\"*She'd partially question. In her time growing up, Melody had learned to give most people a chance before assuming them guilty of something. However, she knew that wasn't the case for everyone.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Not me. . But someone important to me had one\" She said that as she lower her head for she remembered the death of her parents so that is why she doesn't trust many people"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Oh? What happened? If you don't mind me asking that is?\"*She'd ask her. Part of Melody figured it would be a friend or something, someone who seemed to warrant Akira into acting so standoffish in the company of crowds of people.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"I... Do not wanna talk about it\" Her voice is rather low and a bit different her usual smile fades in a an expressionless emotion she continued to walk as she keeps her head down looking at the ground"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She'd give a dip of her head in understanding.*\"I won't ask further then.\"*Melody would say, soon going quiet for a while as she'd continue along the roads, silently watching other people as they'd go about their day.*\"It's always a mystery how everyone else's lives may be different from our own don't you think?\"*She'd suddenly ask out of the blue.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "After she said she won't ask any further she calmed down a bit and looks towards the road \"Yeah people lives in different ways then the other some tries to best each other some lives in luxury some does everything to survive on their own\" She is confused why she asked the question but just answers it anyway"
}
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{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Which life are you trying to live?\"*She'd ask next after Akira seemed to identify the difference in how some people chose to go about life. Melody knew she couldn't convince her out of the way she acted for probably years around people, but she liked to give a new perspective of how other people may perceive things.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"I am not really sure i just live like my parents a mercenary\" She said as she holds her ears for she hears a scrapping noise which she hates \"Ouch my ears\" She even doe it being covered in cloth and hands she can still hear it"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"You hear something?\"*She'd ask, partially confused in not really being able to much herself over other people chatting and walking by.*\"Perhaps we should find a much quieter place to visit if it helps. I don't think the city will get any quieter until nightfall.\""
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "She still has her hands on her ears \"Yeah we should find somewhere quieter \" She said as she takes off her hands on her ear for the sound is gone \"So wanna show me the travern? I'll buy you a drink if you want\" She said"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would continue down along the road, turning off the path to head into another as the tavern would come into view in the distance.*\"Oh no, I'm fine. I don't really drink anything.\"*She'd say.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Wait by you mean don't really drink anything are saying you can live without drinking water?\" She asked for she thinks that is what melody meant and she sees the travern getting closer \"Ahhh sweet sweet alcohol im almost near you\" She said to herself"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She'd laugh at the misunderstanding.*\"Of course I drink water. I just don't go to taverns for beer or anything like that.\"*Melody would eventually come to a stop as they drew close enough to it. Hearing the woman's anticipation, she would say:*\"You can go in, I'll catch up with you in a bit. There's something I need to take care of first.\""
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Ohh geesh i feel dumb hahahaha\" She said in an embarrassment tone \"Hai see you then oh and may i ask what is the something you have to do for?\" She asked melody"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"It's fine. I should have been more specific.\"*She'd say, readjusting her bag so that it rested nicely on her arm. As she was asked what she had to do, the Centaur would give a light smile.*\"You'll see.\""
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Yeah\" She said as she scratch her neck \"Hmmm im guessing you are going to like try and capture some criminals for the law to pay you\" She said closng her eyes as she scratch her neck"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*While Akira had her eyes closed, Melody's body would start to change form, the deer half of her vanishing in a golden light only to be replaced by human legs.*\"Nope, just needed to downsize a bit.\"*She'd say, walking past Akira to come to stand by the door.*\"Shall we head in?\""
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Huh? HAAAAA?\" As she opened her eyes she cannot believe she can do that \"Is this real or am i too drunk already\" She said as she examines her legs but as melody walks she fallows \"Yeah we shall. . . Im still confused how is that possible!?\" She said asking melody"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"It's a magical world we live in.\"*She'd say with a giggle before opening the door to the tavern.*\"Now come on, let's head inside.\"*Melody would hold the door open for her before soon making her way into the tavern.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Still i didn't know that is a real thing\" She said as she entered the travern \"Thanks for opening the door melody\" She said as she is exited by the smell of the alcohol around her"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"What? Magic? Sure it is, people use it all the time.\"*She'd comment, debatably joking with the feline as she'd walk further inside to find a spot to sit at the bar. Soon enough she spot a pair of empty seats and would head over to them.*\"No problem.\"*She'd say in response to Akira's gratitude.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"No i mean the transformation magic i didn't know that exist\" She said as she sits and orders 3 pints of beer \" I know you don't drink but try it its an amazing taste\" She said to melody smiling"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"I didn't either.\"*She'd admit.*\"I was trying to train to work for law enforcement and just began adapting to my environment as I went. It didn't seem to work like normal magic and yet does somehow.\"*Being offered the drink, she'd hold up a hand.*\"No thank you, it's all yours.\""
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Hmmmm so like being a enforcer oh may i ask how long can you keep that form?\" She asked then her beer is served \"Thanks\" He said to the bartender and chugs the first one to the bottom within seconds \"Aaahhhhhh the hits the spot\" She said to herself she is an alcoholic but she can't last longer then 3 pints of beer before being completely drunk"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She'd ponder over the question.*\"Not too sure really. Whenever I've fallen asleep in a different form, I always wake back up as I was before, so maybe a day or so.\"*Melody would decide to order herself a glass of water with some cubes of ice to help with the warmth the summer brought.*\"Enjoying your drink?\"*She'd ask.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "Chugging the second one half full \"Very much\" She said to melody she is now quite drunk but not very drunk she then took off her hood to scratch behind her cat ears \"Aahhhhh this also feels good on the spot\" She said to her self"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Glad to hear it.\"*She'd say as her own drink was soon brought out. The Centaur would sip at the ice-cold water, letting out a satisfied sigh of relief.*\"Nothing better for a hot day. But I'll have to head out there again to return to work soon enough.\""
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Uuuh is that why you doesn't drink?\" She asked and finishing the second pint \"Also -burps quietly- sorry how do centaurs sleep?\" She asked out of the blue due to her curiosity and to find something to talk about"
}
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{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Well that's part of the reason.\"*She'd say, continuing to drink the water before she'd eventually place it down on the table. As Akira would ask how Centaurs sleep, Melody would look back at her in confusion.*\"We just... Lay down...?\"*She'd say, almost like a question as to why she was asking.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Oooooh we felinids just sleep either straight or look like a ball when we sleep \" She is now drunk and chugs the third pint half full \"Also yoou are like too good lookin to don't have a boyfriend\" She laughed and by the way she talks its clear she is drunk very drunk"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She'd give a quiet laugh.*\"I think you may have had enough to drink for today.\"*She'd say, moving one of the empty glasses away. It was probably too early for this, though Melody wouldn't say anything about her new acquaintance's tendencies. It was beginning to seem like a normal occurrence for people here.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Noooo give meee\" She thinks the glass has alcohol in it and this time she is acting like a kid who took away her toy she put her arm forward to try and reach it \"Give me back my drink meeeloody\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would let out an exasperated sigh, eventually saying:*\"Surely you must be tired after all that walking today.\"*She'd move the cup out of Akira's reach, trying to coax her into focusing on something else.*"
}
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{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "\"Give me the drink please\" She said while trying so hard to take it \"Just one more please\" She said in a bit of teary eyes she is like a child that cry when their parents doesn't buy them a toy"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Of course.\"*She'd say in a more motherly tone.*\"But only if you promise to go straight to bed right after.\"*Melody wondered if it was even worth bargaining. She'd rather not leave Akira out in the center of the tavern in this state. Maybe she could quickly buy a room for her to get some much needed rest.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "Like a happy child she smiles uppon hearing it \"Thanks mom\" She said as she order another 2 rounds of pints she happily drinks it \"Aaahhhhh that is so gooooo-\" She stopped talking and fall asleep as her head falls to the table spilling the first drink she is drinking and still has the second un touch"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She'd let out a quiet sigh, soon patting her new acquaintance on the back and waving to her one of the bars-man's attention.*\"May I get a room for my friend here? She's had a little bit too much to drink.\"*She'd say, placing down some money where the drink hadn't yet soaked the bar top. With a nod, the man would leave for a moment only to return soon after with a key for the new room.*\"Come on Akira, help me out a little.\"*She'd say, trying to get the woman out of her seat to help her to the room.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "She is asleep but does sleep talk which she doesn't know \"Hmmmm can you pet me mom?\" She is dreaming about her mother and a few seconds after that she fell off the seat and falls to the ground asleep"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would grab her arm to wrap it around her shoulders to assist Akira in walking, letting out a tired breath from the effort of it. Hearing her request, she'd say:*\"Sure, but you wouldn't mind becoming a bit lighter for me would you?\"*By now she was practically having to drag the woman to the stairs.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "This somehow doesn't wake her up and can't hear what she said she is like a dead body at this point as melody drags her up on stairs she is dreaming about levitating she won't wake up unless someone scream on her hear"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She would stand at the bottom of the stairs, looking up towards them with a feeling of exasperation coursing through her at the thought of dragging her all the way up. Melody would shake Akira a bit.*\"Is that a yes Akira?\""
}
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{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "She is still asleep \"Hmmhmmm\" Out of no where she bites the air thinking its food she is like a child when asleep she moves, she talks and she keeps having dreams she doesn't wanna see"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"I'll have to take that as a yes...\"*She'd say with a huff of air. A golden light would resonate on her palm as she'd press a hand against Akira's head. The light would travel down her, causing the woman to gradually shrink in size as she'd change in form. What was once a Felinid, now remained a much smaller Ryujin as Melody would finally be able to carry her in her arms to easily climb the stairs.*\"You should be back to normal by the time you wake up...\"*She'd whisper to her as she made her way to the room door.*"
},
{
"author": "Akira Nakamura",
"message": "Akira enjoyed melody pressing her head as a purrr can be heard even does she is asleep she sometimes feels something on her head and easy to wake her up but since she is drunk she is still asleep"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would enter the room, placing Akira down on the bed and throwing the covers over her before placing the key down on the desk for her to grab later.*\"Sleep well.\"*She'd say to the now Ryujin, glancing back to her for a short moment before soon heading back out the door and shutting it behind her.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Take good care of him for me.\"*Terrel would say, laying down a handful of silver on the counter as he would turn to leave the stables.*\"I'll be back for him tomorrow.\"*With his steed all set for the night, the Elf would press a gloved palm against the door, opening it only to be met by the golden light of a setting sun. It seemed the day would once again reach its end soon enough, something this Pig-Masked individual had grown accustomed to over moons of traveling from one country to the next. Traveling always grew tiresome the more he did it, however, it only allowed him to enjoy the rest stops more whenever he made it to the cities.\n\nHis red cloak would sweep behind him as he'd make his way down the Salvanian roads. By now most people had already departed from the streets, heading inside to rest for the impending night while the Elf would follow along a trail he had often taken whenever trying to find a nearby Tavern. The warm summer air rested silently upon his shoulders, the heat reminding the armored man of its presence every so often when he walked about. He had grown used to it in time, though even now it proved to be the occasional nuisance. At the very least, the town seemed to be more peaceful at this time, allowing the Elf to relax from the constant crowds that usually bombarded the roads.*"
},
{
"author": "Vivere",
"message": "*The Lathian had just left the library as she ventured forth into the streets of the city. The woman walks along the Salvanian roads as her path follows along the edge of a forest as she strolls about the city. She couldn't help but try and see as much as she could while there was still light left. As she walks there is a certain serenity and grace that surrounds her wherever she goes. When she passes a small home where the family is preparing dinner with a group of children playing in the fields they wave at her as she goes past, and Vivere happily returns their greetings with a bright smile. As she goes on she knows her destination shouldn't be too far off, but she doesn't know the city well enough to find it. A proper place to have dinner and find rest.*\n*It's been a long journey from her home after all, and she needs a bit of comfort to ease the stresses of traveling. She looks up to the sky as she continues walking, watching the first stars begin to appear in the darkening twilight, and this brings a smile to her full lips. Her hair beginning to glisten in its best ways as the moon starts to show itself. It isn't long until something else grasps her attention though. A person wearing a strange pig-mask. It makes her curious. Who in the world wears that kind of a mask out? It truly must be a joke of some kind, or a mischief maker, but it certainly is amusing to her. She giggles when she is about to cross paths with the person.* \"Well hello there!\" *She calls out with a radiant and inviting tone.* \"How are you doing?\" *Vivere smiles as she approaches the figure, her question like a welcoming embrace, her eyes kept on the pig-mask with childlike intrigue. She seems like well intentioned person, and hopes to present herself that way. It seems as if all she wants may be a good conversation without any strings attached.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would continue down along the road for a while, figuring himself to be relatively alone out here until he found his ears met by the faint sound of someone giggling. It wasn't the strangest thing to the Elf, knowing how most typically reacted to seeing a regally dressed Pig man. Even he would have laughed at it himself, but he was more accustomed to the choice of attire. He'd shift his gaze to the approaching woman, noting her mannerism for the brief moment he had before she'd speak to him in an overtly inviting tone. The Elf had come to correspond the tone with either someone naive enough to approach a stranger on the streets this late in the day or someone looking to sell something or maybe somewhere in between, there was never telling with High Elves in the few times he's met them. Though Terrel had worked to avoid their Tyranny over Silnaria as much as he could help it.*\"If you're looking to sell me something, I'm not interested.\"*Terrel would say to her, deciding to assume the latter of the options. Being in the city as often as he had just left him experiencing beggar after salesmen after beggar most of which leading to attempts of singling him out among the rest whenever given the chance. It was tiring to say the least especially after such a long journey, but the Elf had come to learn that a simple no worked wonders at times.*"
},
{
"author": "Vivere",
"message": "*Vivere's smile falters slightly at Terrel's words, but she keeps herself composed and replies,* \"Oh *No no no*! I'm not selling anything.\" *Her voice is cheery and pleasant and carries an accent from her Silnarian homeland.* \"I am simply out for a walk.. And thought I might find some entertainment for a bit. Some lodging too before it is too dark. What brings you out this way? If you don't mind my asking.. The mask is quite mysterious after all.\" *The last question is asked with a gentle smile, her tone like that of a loving older sister checking in on her brother. She doesn't sound like she's trying to start anything by asking, not at all. She really seems genuinely interested in what could bring the pig-man here himself. Her fingers tapping against her staff patiently and rhythmically as she waits for the answer. The sky beginning to darken as the sun sinks slowly below the horizon.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Seeing that his initial thought was seemingly wrong the Elf would idly scratch at the back of his neck and let out a tired exhale of air. These trips really were starting to weigh down on him. He'd chuckle quietly more so in allowing himself not to appear so standoffish to this individual with her supposed good intent.*\"Planning on heading to a tavern actually.\"*He'd say in a somewhat softer tone despite the natural gruffness of his voice.*\"The only real place for a traveler to sleep without claiming residency here.\"*He'd tilt his head in the direction he was originally heading in.*\"You can come along if you wish, taverns seem to love giving entertainment to its patrons for enough pay that is. What's more mysterious than this mask is the amount of people that don't question it.\"*With that last statement, the Elf would finally smile back down to her, his words more genuine despite his tone making it harder to tell what was sarcasm or not.*"
},
{
"author": "Vivere",
"message": "*The woman in question would give a playful giggle at Terrel's response.* \"Oh come now! A pig man who wears a mask.. There has to be a story behind that one.\" *She'd giggle lightly as she takes a step closer to the pig-man, her hands held out in front of her in a peaceful gesture. Her palms then going to grasp onto his cheeks with a gentle warmth. Her eyes inspecting the mask with curiosity. Even up close she still seems perfectly innocent and of no harm despite the strange way she acts.* \"So... What's your name? Or shall I call you 'Piggy'?\" *The idea may have seemed more for a joke than anything, but the woman in question looked more serious about it than expected.* \"...I'm Vivere by the way.\" *She adds, her hands still resting upon Terrel's They then slip off as she rests them back at her sides.* \"Let's get to the tavern before it gets too dark...\" *She looks around her a bit timidly, but mostly because it seems like she doesn't understand the area very well. She also notices a group of men in ragged clothes playing dice next to the entrance to the tavern with a few more beginning to loiter near the edge of the street and light their fires.* \"Hmm..\" *She muses quietly, looking between the game they were playing and the others, then nods to herself. She wonders what kinds of things they get into.*"
}
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"It's a long story that I'd rather shorten for those who ask.\"*He'd say.*\"Mainly because I'm not the best storytell-.\"*The Elf would find himself going interrupted as the woman would bring her hand up to place it upon his cheek. For a moment he would just stand there rather still to the warm touch of it before he'd eventually speak again.*\"You know one thing I learned about you Lathians is that you have no sense of personal space.\"*The Elf would say, lightly picking the woman's hands off of his face while she'd introduce herself.*\"Pig, piggy, boar, hog, pig man. I can go by any name.\"*Terrel would say back before turning to continue down along the road as they'd draw closer to the Tavern.*\"The name's Terrel though.\"*He would make his way to the entrance, seemingly less concerned about the people standing around. Terrel was used to the occasional loiterers, knowing very well that any who decided to cause trouble will come to regret it sooner or later. It didn't seem to be the case with Vivere, however, having a noticeable nervousness to the idea of the impending night and being the elf that he was, he couldn't help but joke on it. He'd open the door slightly, turning only to see her focused between the two groups sitting around outside.*\"You heading or are you hoping to join them?\"*He'd ask humorously.*"
},
{
"author": "Vivere",
"message": "\"Ah..! I'll keep it in mind to not do it again! I understand not all are suited to my treatment.\" *The elf didn't mind having her hand brushed away as it returned slowly to her side and she gave a little bow. After a moment Vivere stood staring at the three people seated in the dim lights of the tavern, their faces hidden under hoods. When they glanced up at her she moved towards the tavern and took her eyes off them and back to the man in the mask. It wasn't good for her to pry in their interests. They were probably just looking for an evening of entertainment, as was she, and she should let them enjoy their games. She moves up close to Terrel and goes towards the entrance with him, her body almost touching his but now hesitant to not bump into him. Her steps light and careful, almost like she is walking on air rather than earth. She lets out a small chuckle as she answers to his query,* \"Inside, of course, Terrel.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Good choice.\"*He'd say with a grin.*\"Though probably not the most fun one, but hey that's what the tavern is for.\"*The Elf would make his way inside, half conscious on how close Vivere was walking alongside him. He supposed that after a certain few companions he had once met, he should have been more used to it. The Elf would walk more lax, eyeing a booth where they could sit at before heading over and gesturing down towards it.*\"After you.\"*He'd say, the smirk on his face suggesting that his words were more to tease rather than show genuine gentleman-ship as he'd wait for her to sit down before he'd do so himself.*"
}
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{
"author": "???",
"message": "*The transparent wolf sat still at the edge of the roads, her fur standing on end as she watched each person pass by, waiting for the one she was meant to look for. She was never sure why she was sent out on this mission. People always worried her with how much was at risk. Another person walked by and the wolf found herself slumping under the shade of the bush she kept in. Her frame was small though she seemed healthy enough despite it. Well as healthy as a spirit could appear. Around her neck sat small necklace with a scroll of paper attached to it to make sure she didn't lose the message she meant to bring in her timidity. She hoped the person came by soon. The wolf knew this message was important, but she feared lingering near the sun for too long, even more so of being so far from home. 'Where are you?' She wondered desperately to herself.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Ah, I missed this place!~\"\n*The young cleric chirped aloud, practically skipping down the hard-trodden road. Dismounted from her loyal equine, she led him at an ambling space with one hand, her simple stave in the other, wearing her signature bright expression all the while. After securing the safety of her family in Mentia, she longed to leave that warzone, and escape to more peaceful lands. Whilst tensions were rising between Salvain's empire and the Silnari throne, the prospect of war was a pipe dream at best. Her thoughts turned to those she had left in her panic, the visage of her macenised beastkin friend coming to mind.*\n\"Mm... I wonder where she is...\""
},
{
"author": "???",
"message": "*There she is! The wolf's fur spiked up with adrenaline, all this time of waiting leading up until now, though part of her couldn't help but feel slightly panicked. How would the person react to seeing a wolf? Most didn't take it too well. In this form she supposed she was just a wild animal. The wolf hesitated, shrinking down into the bush and causing herself to appear smaller than she already was. The cleric was going to keep walking past if she didn't do something. It's now or never! She crept out of the bushes, being careful to avoid the blunt of the sunlight in following after Cecilia. A small haze of mist seemed to follow the transparent she-wolf, guiding her paws to move with ease so as not to disturb the terrain around her as she tried to keep pace with Cecilia. If she could yell out to her, she would have, but the spirit had learned long ago that most didn't have the capabilities of hearing those passed. Her only hope was getting her attention, but it proved a troubling task with her own timidity towards the living world.*"
}
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*Pressing her stave closer to her chest, a pulse of divine energy left her body, expanding like a halo around a rainbow a foot across her form. This was very much a reflex, and had little effect beyond displaying her bewilderment at the situation. Whether this was a familiar or a spirit of it's own was yet to be seen, but the cleric wasn't letting her guard down yet.*\n\"...Speak, little one. If you're not here to hurt me...\""
},
{
"author": "???",
"message": "*The wolf's ears drooped slightly at the request. She was hardly in enough power to do such. They were far beyond her realm and the cleric didn't seem to have the power to understand. The wolf inched a bit closer, lowering her head to allow the necklaced message holder to fall to the ground before taking a step back. She doubted the cleric would be able to understand her, but she had to at least make some attempt. The Canifor seemed to wanting of her to bring it somehow. She closed her eyes, fur pricking for a moment as she tried to harness some ability here.*\"A... Message...\"*Came a young voice that didn't seem to resound from her own mouth, but rather echo around the area. It sounded warped in a way and that alone was exhausting enough for the wolf as she found herself lowering slightly to the ground soon after. She couldn't waste all her energy now, she still had to make the long trip back.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*Her stance softened at the show of deference, taking this as a reply to her prior command. She dropped down to pick up the necklace, her eyes not leaving the ethereal beast - recognising the decidedly human expressions it made. Uncapping the metal tube and removing the slightly faded parchment, she unfurled it and read...*"
},
{
"author": "???",
"message": "*The wolf lowered her head to her paws, ears pricked as she watched the cleric in mild interest upon her receiving the letter. The parchment itself seemed to have very few scribbles along it, suggesting the writer had debated a bit on what to say before coming to a quick conclusion.*\n\n```Hey Cecilia. This will probably be a very odd way of getting this message, but I guess I was too afraid to come do it in person... Some friend I am right? I just wanted to apologize for my absence and well, false promises as well. I thought I could face my problems head on but, instead I simply ran away from them. I'm doing better now though! Mostly anyways. I sent this wolf spirit to come find you, hopefully you managed to get this message and... Well if you're not Cecilia, I guess you can just ignore the rest of this message...```\n\n*The text seemed to end there, the anonymous writer still having yet to even mention who it was writing this. While it may have seemed there was nothing much else to note, it appeared that backside of it had some extra writing on its own, perhaps in thinking that anyone who didn't care enough would leave the message at that and ignored what remained.*"
}
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*Her breath shallowed as she read on, the brief memories of her time with the young Canifor streaming back. She tilted her head slightly at the mention of 'the rest', flipping the note quickly and reading over the rest; dropping into a crouch as the sun brightened.*"
},
{
"author": "???",
"message": "```I know it's been a while since I've been around Salvania. A friend has taken me to Runra and I've been staying there these past few months. I wasn't feeling very safe in Salvania. I've been seeing things that maybe others couldn't see. It was hard to tell out in the forests. It was scary for a while, but coming here I realized that maybe I'm not so crazy after all. I found these spirits, like the one that brought you this letter. They don't seem to talk much, but they're a lot nicer than the angry ones I thought I saw before. I feel like they need me for something. I'm just not too sure what yet and I don't know if I'll return until I figure it out. I'm sorry for leaving everything behind. You've done a lot for me in the past and I appreciate it. This is just something I have to do...```\n\n*There was a gap in between the text, soon followed by a paragraph with much smaller words.*\n\n```I wouldn't mind if you visited. It gets pretty quiet here sometimes and I guess I missed my friends back in Salvania. Or if not for me, I'm sure you'd like to see Juniper again. She's gotten so big now I hardly know what to do with her. I've tried learning to ride her and I think I'm getting a little bit better at it. Jace has been a pretty big help as well and... Well I guess I'm rambling a bit. It would be nice to get to see you again Cecilia, but if you have your own things to do, I understand. I just figured it was best to let you know I'm still around. I hope you still are too.\n\n-Juna```"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Oh, Juna...\"\n*All she could muster was a quiet, breathless whisper. The note was folded away and slipped into one of her jacket pockets, the cleric kneeling before the spirit beast and attempting to pet it gently. Despite her sorrow, she beamed, nodding at the creature with a determination in her eyes.*\n\"If she doesn't mind, then I'll go right away! I can't leave her lonely like this...\"\n*Cecilia cooed, beginning to formulate a plan to reach the Runran isles. Her obligations were few, and most were a long ways away, so a visit to an old friend would be easy to fit in - especially if it was one who was suffering in some way...*"
},
{
"author": "???",
"message": "*The wolf lowered her head as she was patted, her heart skipping a beat for a moment as if suspecting that the cleric would try to harm her. And yet, she didn't seem particularly upset. In fact, she seemed rather set on returning to this wolf girl. Perhaps the cleric wasn't someone to worry so much of. The shewolf gave a light wag of her tail, coming to see why the Canifor sent her here. It seemed her job was done nonetheless. Turning away, the wolf began to return to shrinking mist, moving to evade the sunlight with its threatening presence.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*Waving the wolf goodbye, the cleric gripped her staff a little tighter, beckoning her horse over and returning to her amble - a touch more focused as a smile brightened her face.*"
},
{
"author": "???",
"message": "*The wolf took one last glance back to cleric, realizing she'll have to get the message back to the Canifor whenever she returned. At least it will be good news. Hopefully the same could be said from her brothers. She vanished into the mist as it disappeared. What was once seemingly a more mystical terrain, now returned to normal as the last traces of the shewolf was no more.*"
}
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{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "In the forests of northern Salvainia, near a fork of the gravel road facilitating trades between villages and towns in the region, there existed a simple roadside tavern. One like any other, a waystation whose billowing smokestack beckoned travellers to approach and rest their weary feet. The Snarling Boar, so simply named after the coat of arms depicting one being skewered by a spear,was neither new nor particularly venerable, its timber-framing having only been set into place 2 generations prior. This evening, it's vicinity was quite subdued, though it was hardly an unusual occurrence for such establishments, who simply bore witness to quiet days at times, where no caravans, pilgrimages and bands would pass through this junction of the road. Thus, the only sign of activity came from the ever-rising fumes from the chimney, and the faint, placid breathing of the horses in the stables, and... An enormous cloaked figure, twice the height of a regular man, who stood next to the stables, humming as he fed regular carrots to a regular stallion- a draft horse resting after a hard day of labour, lazily munching it's offerings.\n\n*A lone figure approached on foot from the west. From afar it was obvious she was foreign to these lands, a kemonimi wearing peculiar armour and attire. Her weapons were slung over her back and more fit for a battlefield than for personal defence while travel.\n\nShe approached the Snarling Boar, noticing the telltale signs that it was a tavern. She quickly rummaged through a bag to make sure she had enough money. Her gaze then looked to the large figure by the stables. He was so tall that it gave her pause, standing there for a moment and just staring.*"
},
{
"author": "wheyfarer",
"message": "The moving tower stalled in sudden awareness, and slowly turned, in a smooth motion much akin to a turning millstone. A bushy face of a volume that befitted a wild troll came into view, juxtaposed with the good grooming of a gentleman, for each glossy strand was neatly combed into place, altogether sortied into a sea of marching columns.\n\n\"Ah.\" He begun, rumbling like a calm stream rushing over jagged rocks. \"First time seeing a Titan, hmm?\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "The moving tower stalled in sudden awareness, and slowly turned, in a smooth motion much akin to a turning millstone. A bushy face of a volume that befitted a wild troll came into view, juxtaposed with the good grooming of a gentleman, for each glossy strand was neatly combed into place, altogether sortied into a sea of marching columns. \"Ah.\" He begun, rumbling like a calm stream rushing over jagged rocks. \"First time seeing a Titan, hmm?\" \n\n\"A titan? I saw someone like you back home, didn't believe it at first.\" *She said, she'd stopped staring by this point.* \"Are you a local?\" *She asked, stepping a little closer.*"
},
{
"author": "wheyfarer",
"message": "The titan simply nodded in silent understanding and folded his arms in practiced motion. \"Not by the strict sense of the word, but I've been around for... Hmmm.\" He paused, as if to reach into his memories. \"A decade or so, give or take.\"\n\nHe then fixed his own discerning eye on Hara in muted curiosity, for a Kemono in gear of runranian make not was exactly an everyday sight in Ramul Ta either, and her question hinted that she was likely a foreigner herself.\n\n \"If I may be so presumptuous, miss, you aren't quite from around here either?\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "The titan simply nodded in silent understanding and folded his arms in practiced motion. \"Not by the strict sense of the word, but I've been around for... Hmmm.\" He paused, as if to reach into his memories. \"A decade or so, give or take.\" He then fixed his own discerning eye on Hara in muted curiosity, for a Kemono in gear of runranian make not was exactly an everyday sight in Ramul Ta either, and her question hinted that she was likely a foreigner herself. \"If I may be so presumptuous, miss, you aren't quite from around here either?\" \n\n*She gave a slight nod.* \"I'm not from here, mhm. I just needed to get away from home, so here I am. I'm a sellsword.\" *She did have quite a big sword!* \"Do you know anyone who needs one?\""
},
{
"author": "wheyfarer",
"message": "The titan raised an eyebrow, as a thoughtful look settled on his features. \"A sellsword... Funny you should ask me.\" He shook his head in mild amusement, seemingly indulging in a private joke briefly, though he declined to explain.\n\n\"Have you heard the news recently? It seems that a band of brigands have set up around these neck of the woods the past few weeks. They've got the good sense to avoid too much heat at least- been keeping away from excessive violence and targeting larger groups, but commerce has slowed enough that people are noticing.\""
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{
"author": "wheyfarer",
"message": "\"Well, if you came in that direction I suppose you might not have heard of it.\" The Titan shrugged. \"As for who, a number of local merchants petitioned the local baron for their removal.\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "\"Well, if you came in that direction I suppose you might not have heard of it.\" The Titan shrugged. \"As for who, a number of local merchants petitioned the local baron for their removal.\" \n\n\"So who should I look for? The merchant or this baron?\" *She seemed quite eager to at least know the details! She reached into her bag and pulled out some folded paper.*"
},
{
"author": "wheyfarer",
"message": "\"Actually...\" The titan's amusement returned with a vengeance. Was he an easily amused man, or perhaps it was just a natural facial tic?\n\n \"Well, you should be looking for me. I'm one of the courtiers the baron reached out to for manpower in this particular instance.\"\n\nLetting the revelation stew in, he appraised Hara once again, gently rubbing his chin.\n\n\"You certainly don't lack in enthusiasm, if anything... Say, how good are you at tracking?\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "\"Actually...\" The titan's amusement returned with a vengeance. Was he an easily amused man, or perhaps it was just a natural facial tic? \"Well, you should be looking for me. I'm one of the courtiers the baron reached out to for manpower in this particular instance.\" Letting the revelation stew in, he appraised Hara once again, gently rubbing his chin. \"You certainly don't lack in enthusiasm, if anything... Say, how good are you at tracking?\" \n\n*She raised a brow at his big reveal, crossing her hands behind her back.* \"That saves me from running around I suppose. I'm no hunter, if you're wondering. I can find those bandits given enough time and effort though.\""
},
{
"author": "wheyfarer",
"message": "The titan hummed evenly. \"I suppose that means I'll still have to look around for a tracker, then. Regardless, I do need more muscle as well-\"\n\n\n\n\"-and I presume you're proficient with those weapons.\"\n\nThe titan gestured to the pike and greatsword slung behind her back.\n\n\"How well can you hold yourself in a fight?\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "The titan hummed evenly. \"I suppose that means I'll still have to look around for a tracker, then. Regardless, I do need more muscle as well-\" (Which was incidentally, quite the statement when devoid of context, considering the titan had at least the physical muscle of two men, and probably more considering he seemed well-built even for his species, though it was hard to tell for certain with the cloak in the way.) \"-and I presume you're proficient with those weapons.\" The titan gestured to the pike and greatsword slung behind her back. \"How well can you hold yourself in a fight?\"\n\n\"I'm quite capable. I like to keep my enemies beyond arms length and I keep my friends alive in a fight. If you plan on hiring more people i'm sure i'll get along well with them.\""
}
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{
"author": "wheyfarer",
"message": "The titan frowns slightly, even as he slowly nods in acknowledgement. Was it not the answer he was looking for? \n\n\"I see... Well, how about this...\" He halts for a moment, clearly formulating his next words. \n\n\"Got any feats you are particularly proud of sharing, perhaps? It would help me gain a preliminary understanding of what you are truly capable of, so I that I might give you a job that you are best suited at.\""
},
{
"author": "Hara",
"message": "The titan frowns slightly, even as he slowly nods in acknowledgement. Was it not the answer he was looking for? \"I see... Well, how about this...\" He halts for a moment, clearly formulating his next words. \"Got any feats you are particularly proud of sharing, perhaps? It would help me gain a preliminary understanding of what you are truly capable of, so I that I might give you a job that you are best suited at.\" \n\n*She thought for a moment, humming.* \"I've taken down a few bandits before, a few rampaging beasts.\" *She shrugged, she didn't have a great answer to give.*"
},
{
"author": "wheyfarer",
"message": "The Titan's frown deepens, and a slight tinge of disappointment shows itself. \"Hmm... You must understand that that is... Not very informative.\" \n\nHe sighed as he pinched his beard. \"Regardless, so be it. I'll need to meet up with a few other prospective candidates in a town a few stops from here. In the meantime...\"\n\nHe reached into his cloak and fished out a coin pouch, from which he picked out a few coins.\n\n\"I suppose you are newer to this business than I thought, hmm? So, I'll give you a chance to prove yourself. I'll be hitching a ride on a caravan that's about to pass this way sometime soon, and while I don't expect any trouble on this side of the region, a bit of extra insurance never hurts.\"\n\nThe titan put put his palm closer to Hara's face so she could appraise the coinage. Not that he really needed to, since his palm was quite a bit larger than her face.\n\n\"In short, interested in an escort job? It's a bit lower than my usual offer, but that pricing is for those already with a bit of repute to their name, so to speak. Give me a good showing, and I'll take you on for the main job. Sound fair?\""
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*As the ship made its way to the harbor with the others, the crew began working to unload a few supplies while Terrel made his way off the ship to the docks at the company of his wolf companion. He waited for Az to join him, silently scanning the groups that came to greet the new arrivals. The Elf wasn't sure what he expected to find here, but he at least figured it would be a nice change of pace from the land he was used to in not hearing much word of this land.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The Ardent grabs his backpack, still with all his equipment fixed to it, and walks off the ship while giving himself a quick patdown to make sure hes got everything and then nods in satisfaction as he confirms that yes he does indeed have his book and pen and whatever other random items hes got in his pockets. He joins Terrel and looks around curiously, his wings twitching as his gaze falls on the groups, but his expression remains blank besides for a small twitch at the corner of his mouth*\n\"Well then. We're here and it only took a week. Gates sure are fast\" *He comments idly*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel gave a wave to the crewmen, saying something in Menti to them before he eventually turned away and began walking off from the shoreline with his wolf at his side.*\"Been a couple weeks or so.\"*He says before giving a shrug.*\"But time can be hard to keep track of after a while in there. Come on, let's get out of this midday crowd to go find the marketplace around here.\"*As they walked for a while, leaving the diverse shoreline, it quickly became noticeable just how many Nagas were around. Terrel found himself gazing at them for a while with a tilt of his head, it being very rare for him to see any back in the other countries. So this was where they were all gathering?*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*Azrael seems rather confused, and a bit concerned, at the revelation that its actually been a couple of weeks and not one but he follows him regardless. Unlike Terrel though he seems to be not only avoiding looking at the Nagas, but is actively focusing on things like the infrastructure and road paving. Theres really only two reasons for this. First, he knows what a Naga is and how they look based on some personal experience with one of them... Albeit a corpse but it was a Naga regardless. The second is that he simply just doesn't want to catch anyone's eye, aka typical introverted nature stuff*\n\"Most roads lead to the marketplace right?\" *He questions idly*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"So long as the marketplace has roads, sure. We can see if we can get an extra supplies from the marketplace here then take the time to explore around the area until we decide to get back on the road. Hopefully they know of a place worth exploring around this land.\"*He continued onwards, the crowds gradually building over time as the shopping district became visible. Terrel partially figured he'd be the one to get the map while he let the Ardent do his own thing for a while until they meet up again, causing him to go on his own way in trying to find what he was looking for.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He shrugs, not committing to any particular answer, but he runs his hand through his hair and his wings flutter*\n\"Well in that case, I'll do some looking around. The architecture and general layout of the city would be interesting to observe, who knows maybe these Naga have a different manner of building cities from Macen and Silnari\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"See if you can find any place worth staying at tonight while you're at it.\"*He told him before vanishing amongst the crowds. The Elf passed by a few food stalls, taking a quick pick of a couple snacks for him and his wolf to eat while they continued exploring the different storefronts. Quite a few things seemed to be in a language unfamiliar to him, something he assumed to be the Naga's native tongue. Nevertheless, he continued onwards, hoping to find at least something that looked to be what he was searching for.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The Ardent simply gives him a thumbs up as he turns left into a random side street and dissappears down it, walking off to explore the city essentially*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*It was near sunset, by the time the Silnari made his way back to where he last saw the Ardent, his bag heavy with objects while his wolf seemed to be precariously holding onto a book in his mouth. Terrel leaned against one of the nearby buildings, keeping to the shade with how warm the weather was getting with his wolf lounging just beside him.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The Ardent was nowhere to be seen as of yet, but from Azraels point of view hes wandering through the streets. Just... The opposite direction of where he entered because he accidentally found the... Nightly patron area. And he cant leg it outta there fast enough, so its not long before he's back where he was before*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel glanced up at Azrael's return, coming to stand up more fully.*\"Had a fun time in the marketplace?\"*He asked him with a chuckle. His wolf gradually made his way over to the Ardent and sniffed at him curiously while Terrel followed more slowly.*\"Manage to find some tavern inn or something while you were gone?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He just gives Terrel a borderline traumatized look as he held his hand out to the wolf so it can sniff*\n\"Definitely did not have fun. Learned a lot about the city though\"\n\n*He visibly shudders as he recalls the memory of... That street*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"What happened? Got attacked by snakes or something?\"*He said with a laugh as he gave Az pat on the shoulder before looking off in the direction he had come.*\"What did you learn exactly?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He glances back at the road he just came down from and once again shudders, his wings fluttering in a similar manner*\n\"Horrible things. This city is cursed.. Filled with degenerates\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Aren't they all.\"*He said, chuckling a bit before glancing back to him and noticing how unnerved he was.*\"Come on it can't be that bad. What did you see?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He just looks at him with this haunted expression*\n\"Unspeakably decrepit things. I glimpsed the depths of depravity that hides within society.. People doing horrendous things\"\n*His wings shudder all by themselves as he subconsciously starts running his hand through his hair, even though its not even untidy*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel stared at him for a moment, his gaze gradually drifting to the Ardent's wings for a long while. He casually reached a hand over to them, tugging at them in his idle distraction of it while Azrael seemed to be going through a crisis.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He completely stops everything and just kinda stares at Terrel in confusion when he pulled his wings*\n\"Did you just..?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"They were fluttering so much, I wanted to see if both would stop moving if I held onto one or if one would continue moving while the other remained stopped.\"*He said idly, without letting go of it.*\"That and you seemed to be going through something so I just figured this would distract you as much as it is me right now.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He keeps staring at Terrel in utter confusion, completely taken aback by it.*\n\"Uh.. They both move automatically thanks to how the muscles are connected. I can move one fully but the other would move at least a bit with it if Im consciously trying to move only one\" *He still sounded confused but he explained anyways*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Hm, well then.\"*He said thoughtfully as if learning a new fact. Terrel finally shifted his gaze back to Azrael.*\"Are you done panicking now?\"*The Elf asked him while idly moving the wing a bit in mild mesmerization of them.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He grumbles at the mention of panick, his wings moving with the shrug. Mostly cuz theyre connected to his back*\n\"Its not panick, its horror and disgust. But yes Im done now\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Considering you haven't told me what it's horror and disgust towards, I can't exactly make that judgement call.\"*He said, finally letting go of the man's wings.*\"Where to? It's starting to get late out here.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"Its best you dont know. Theres an inn on over there that I have evaluated to be adequate\" *He gestures in the general direction of where the inn is*\n\n*His wings shudder as they automatically reposition themselves to a comfortable position*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Riiigghhttt.\"*Terrel said slowly before turning and heading off in the direction Az gestured in.*\"Welp, let's go then.\"*His wolf followed after him, eagerly raising the book up in his mouth as he walked with slightly less coordination.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He heads off into the same direction, watching the wolf curiously*\n\"So whats with the wolf? Do they just like carrying things?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"In a way.\"*He answered.*\"He likes to move things around as he sees fit sometimes. I gave him the book to occupy him for a while since he wouldn't stop rummaging through the marketplace stalls. It was getting too much attention around here. This is at least keeping him distracted till we settle for the night.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He keeps watching the wolf curiously, tilting his head*\n\"Huh.. So a wolf has an obsession with things being neat and orderly. Does he have a name?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"All wolves have their own thing, I've come to notice considering I have...\"*He seemed to think it over a bit.*\"Quite a few back home.\"*He gave his wolf a light pat on the head, listening to the question that followed.*\"Shübch.\"*He answered.*\"But around others, I just call him ghost. It means the same thing.\"*The wolf looked up at them, his tail wagging idly behind him.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He frowns and rubs his chin, pondering how to pronounce the wolves actual name*\n\"Shubsh. Shub. Shübh? Hmm.. Shubch. Eh almost got it. Also how many exactly is a few?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Ghost.\"*He said to him, figuring that teaching Kirigic words would be more trouble than it was worth. Terrel gave a shrug at the next question.*\"Like five or so.\"*He answered casually, decidedly not adding hundred to the end of that statement in it being appalling to most.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He glances at some of the buildings they pass then looks back at Terrel*\n\"Oh 5 wolves? Hm.. Sounds nice. Although I thought you're an adventurer or some other wandering type\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"You don't typically get wolves by staying in one place.\"*He took a moment to think about.*\"Well I suppose nobility could make it happen. I travel plenty, just nice to have a home base to go back to every now and then to take a break from it.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He nods thoughtfully, idly considering what type of home someone like Terrel would have. Probably something strange and a little eccentric*\n\"Hmm.. I suppose you wouldn't want to live on the road constantly. Wheres your main base though?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Everywhere.\"*He said before letting out a laugh at the partially contradicting statement.*\"I do travel after all.\"*While Terrel was being truthful about having a place everywhere, he supposed he had come to consider his main base being more to the lands of the west where his friend had started making a village. Terrel figured it not the time to talk about it though, it being about as long of a story as the rest of his ventures.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He snorts at the mild humor of the contradictory statements. Personally Azrael couldn't live 'everywhere'. He needs a specific place to settle down and return to just so he can relax a bit*\n\"Well so much for the main base thing. Do you only bring some of your wolves with or are you hiding the others with some kind of invisibility scroll?\" *Hes mostly joking, but also half serious*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well bringing five wolves with you at once tend to make others a little bit nervous.\"*He said to him, meaning something a whole lot larger than his words came off.*\"And if boredom isn't a dangerous thing then fear is. Then again, it definitely works for bargaining. Perhaps I'd consider, but I think just one's enough to get a message across. And if it's not...\"*He reached towards a necklace around his neck, taking out the whistle with engraved wolf image on it.\"*Well there are eyes everywhere or ears rather. You'd be surprised.\"*He said with a laugh.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He watches Terrel with a silent, judging curiosity, as if hes analyzing his words and the meaning behind them*\n\"Hmm... Interesting. Well youre certainly right about boredom, although Id say its more dangerous than fear when considering the type of people it affects and how it affects them. Boredom can lead to people doin some rather heinous things, fear is merely a response to something.\"\n *He glances at the sky thoughtfully, a frown appearing on his face before he continues* \"But i suppose you could use that adorable fur ball for intimidation. Not that Id understand why anyone would be afraid of something so fluffy\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Fair point.\"*He says, glancing down at the wolf.*\"Maybe it be just their unpredictability as a wild animal and all. I suppose they're more intimidating when there's more of them. The whole wolf pack thing they're known by.\"*He says in response.*\"They're pretty cunning with that tactic.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He looks at the wolf, then at Terrel and back to the wolf*\n\".. Ehhh. I guess theyd be terrifying if theyre hunting you. But all I see is a ball of excitable fluff\"\n\n*He shrugs* \"But Im pretty biased in my opinion so you know\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Most wolves typically wouldn't go after people without proper reason, but trespassing on their land unprepared can be frightening enough without any way of defending yourself. And same can be said for the wolves. I remember when I once caught one out alone in the forest while it was injured. That one sure didn't want to go down without a fight though.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"You fought a wounded wolf?? Did it attack you or something?\" *He looks quite confused, mainly because he doesn't understand why anyone would intentionally go for a wounded wolf of all things*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Fight is a... Strong word...\"*He said, thinking back to the wolf trying to attack them to no avail.*\"More so just forcefully taking it from one place and moving it to another. Been 'assisting' with the wolf population. Mainly for legal reasons.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He scowls and nods, clearly unhappy with the implied reasons but begrudgingly acceptent*\n\"Well if you just moved them then I don't see much of an issue. Not sure what kind of assistance youre giving the wolves if its legal though\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Just making sure they don't grow to concerning amounts. I've taken to watching over them, mostly because it makes it ever so less suspicious if I'm seen around a bunch of them.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"And.. What exactly do you do if their numbers grow excessive?\" *Hes looking at Terrel suspiciously, although its mainly because he just doesn't like the idea of people killing animals when the ecosystem will cull them naturally*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He let out a snort of amusement.*\"Nothing. So long as the state thinks I'm doing something, I have little concern to the mass amount of wolves appearing under my care. To anyone who looks deep enough into it, I'm doing quite the opposite, but as long as the wolves aren't raiding the towns and travel routes who are they to care?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He nods approvingly, idly running his hand through his hair*\n\"Thats good to hear. No need to get rid of them if they don't cause any trouble after all\"\n\n*He glances at the wolf again and casually reaches his hand towards them*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The wolf looked up at Az, watching him reach down towards him and unclamping his jaws on the book he held to drop it in the Ardent's hand in thinking that it was what he wanted.*\"What can I say, I like animals.\"*He said before tapping at the side of his mask.*\"If that wasn't obvious enough.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He frowns at the wolf in a disappointed manner, but he takes the book anyways*\n\"Everyone allegedly likes animals and yet they really mean they only like dogs or cats. Its a shame really, wolves are just better than dogs from my point of view and yet so many people associate them with manhunting or something\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Most people don't live in a world where they can see animals as simple companions. Got a place at war here. A bunch of criminals taking stuff there. And then there's the higher ups using it more as a showing than actual pets. People just like to have things that they find useful and often there isn't anything more to that.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He tsks, a his face briefly flashing with disgust before it returns to neutral*\n\"Well thats pretty much how the world works. I don't really understand why they do it like this but it is what it is\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Resource management and power hunger usually.\"*He glanced up along the street, his gaze finally falling upon the inn Az mentioned.*\"And perhaps just boredom.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"Boredom doesn't lead to greed and jealousy. It usually leads to.. Well it doesn't matter\" *He glances around the area suspiciously*\n\"Anyways, we got the inn. Doubt they do breakfast though\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Guess we can put these ingredients to use whenever we set out tomorrow then.\"*He said, holding up his bag before coming to a stop at the doors of the inn.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He looks at the bag and casually takes a bottle of spices out of his backpack*\n\"Good thing I brought these\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Guess I'll be seeing you in the morning then.\"*He said, letting out a light yawn before opening the door to head inside.*\"By the way, that book might be a good read. Talks about the magic and wildlife in the area.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"I'll give it a look over tonight while I try to sleep\" *He gives a casual wave and walks into the room he most likely booked earlier, the sound of the door locking practically immediately being heard upon it closing*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*With Azrael heading off to his own room, Terrel followed suit as well in purchasing a room before heading off inside with his wolf following after him. The door soon closed behind as the Silnari prepared to get some rest for the night.*\n\n*It had been a few days since they last set out from Naktu, following a map of Ruttenia that Terrel was given. A lot of the text was foreign to him, but over the time of them traversing the wilderness, he had quickly grown to understand the scribbled words. Upon leaving the large empire, they had made their way to Parania, a place with much more vegetation and apparently home to a race of living plant people. Terrel had never seen any of the sort before and the record appears to be continuing as there had hardly been any other person in sight since they got here.\n\nBy now the sun was about setting, and Terrel knew they'd have to eventually camp out with none of the villages the map spoke of being near. The Elf whistled for his wolf, who had moved on ahead of the two and eventually returned back at the call. Looking back towards his current traveling companion, Terrel decided to ask:*\"Shall we find a spot to camp out at? Doesn't seem like we'll be finding the next village anytime soon. Especially with it getting dark.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*With it starting to become so dark, the Ardent was all the more noticeable with the bright colored wings and the near permanent glow of a cigarette in his mouth. He looks over at Terrel when he spoke up then shrugs*\n\n\"Not ideal, but its certainly better than traveling through the night. Do we have dry wood? Because I haven't seen a single dead tree around here\"\n*With all the greenery and vegetation the Ardent had gotten more than his fair share of stumbling and cursing done for the day, not to mention the humidity, so its safe to say they sounded more annoyed than usual. Still not as annoyed as when theyre in the cities though.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Just this piece.\"*He said, taking out a small log of wood from his bag. The size of it made the idea laughable, but it was about all he had on him.*\"There's always burning this dry grass I suppose. Granted, I doubt it'll end well.\"*He decided to find a spot where the ferns weren't as tall to place his stuff down at. Figuring, this would be a decent enough spot out of the entirety of the plains they were in. His wolf seemed content with the idea of laying down here as well.*\"Wouldn't suppose you had fire magic on you?\"*He questioned, mostly as a joke.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He grumbles and was about to drop his backpack but seemed to quickly catch it before it hit the ground, remembering that he has way too much delicate equipment inside it. If anything inside broke... Well it'd be especially disastrous for him considering the current lack of advanced civilization*\n\n*With that said, he plops down onto the ground with a grunt*\n\"I can *Start* A fire with magic. But to keep a fire going all night with magic alone Id need a lot more mana and the ability to constantly cast in my sleep.\"\n\n*He plucks out some of the dry grass and tosses it on the ground between the two of them*\n\"Almost makes me regret i never bothered learning any kind of projectile fire magic. Like fireball or whatever. Burning these plains down sounds like a dream right about now\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"What is it with mages and mass destruction with whatever magic they have?\"*The Silnari questioned as he tossed the log down and got out his pieces of flint. While the offer from Azrael was nice enough, he didn't need magic to at the very least get the fire started.*\"Not that I don't get it, I'm sure it's fun, but it's weird that pretty much every mage I've seen is like this. Which while on that topic, as much as you seemed obsessed with learning the secrets of this magic school, how haven't you learned all magics at this point?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He shrugs and watches as he takes out the flint and raise an eyebrow at him. After all he already did say magic is an option, which would be infinitely faster*\n\n\"Magic draws those types of people. A sword cuts and a bow shoots, but neither can truly compare to what magic can do. Innumerable uses, absolute versatility and the potential power to lay waste to whatever you desire. Really it all comes down to power for most. Surpassing all logical limits and so on.*\n\n*He grumbles and opens his backpack and rummages through it, pulling out the pillow hes been dragging around for the entirety of this trip. Seems like it should be dirtier all things considered.*\n\n\"Buuut when its all said and done there are still limits for most when it comes to magic. I know a good range of spells, but Im too busy with my research into how magic actually *Works* To spend 30 years learning every spell and shool I possibly can. Maybe if I attain my goal I'll have the time to do so, but as it stands Im more interested in unraveling the mysteries of the world than controlling it\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I've seen plenty surpass logical limits with nothing but a dagger to aid them.\"*He said in return as he set out a bedroll.*\"But it's not as cool scenic wise. Whether I'd like it or not, magic is technically in everything, but as you said mages get the ones with more use... Outside of fighting included.\"*With the fire being started, slightly, the elf was able to sit down on the bedroll and untie his long hair for the time being.*\"I'm curious of the mysteries too, but mainly just in finding magic items that have use for me where regular magic doesn't. So far, only really seen runes and enchants, but turns out there's a lot more items that mages put together that's just dotted around the map.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He shrugs once again and fluffs up his pillow, laying it down and proceeds to lay down on it, making himself comfortable on a small bed of ferns that are now being crushed for their crime of existing*\n\n\"Artifacts, runes, enchantments. Its all the same thing at the end of the day, a conduit to guide magic and cause it to do things we want it to. Mages are the same. What we really need to wonder is who on earth was powerful enough to make some of those artifacts and weapons, and how in the bloody hell did they die with that much power. If those people can accomplish things like that, why not attempt immortality or some other form of it?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"That would be to suggest that these items still aren't being made today. And I can assure you, there are still mages around crafting things with their own ability. I've seen them myself. As far as ancient artifacts and the mortality of those that made them, I'm pretty sure even those that are immortal wouldn't want to live any longer than a few hundred years if that. They'd probably devolve into insanity at some point. And who would listen to them then?\"*He gave his wolf a light pat on the head to get the animal settled in before offering the wolf some jerky strips.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He rubs his chin thoughtfully then looks at Terrel*\n\n\"Well I certainly would. Sure maybe theyd just off themselves after a while, but even those that do go crazy will at least have a wealth of knowledge in their books. Im much more interested in the mages that came before than those of the modern time. Do you know just how jealous mages are? Fiercely protective of their personal research and findings. Id bet my own research on it that theres a fuckton of discoveries that were lost in some random mages note book because they were too jealous to share any of it\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He snorted in amusement as he laid down on his bedroll.*\"Magicians never reveal their secrets.\"*He said mischievously.*\"Maybe with any luck we'll find some ancient ruins or something out here, worth looking through. Not like I've really gotten to explore this place. Turns out vendurians live here as well, but I hardly know about them.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He hums in curiosity, mulling over the prospect of delving into some ruins. Sure it sounds fun but...*\n\n\"As interesting as itd be to do some grave robbing I don't think theres enough space between us to carry everything Id probably want to grab with us. For now we're just going to have to settle for meeting some plants, which admittedly is quite an interesting thing by itself. Really how do you evolve from eating light to talking and building houses? Animals make sense, they had thumbs and limbs and all kinds of muscle tissue. Plants? Its just bloody fiber, they had to have evolved entire new biological systems to even gain a functional thumb, let alone the fact they ended up looking humanoid\"\n\n*He frowns and goes silent all of a sudden, staring up at the stars apparently having realized something. He did that for a good minute before saying anything*\n\n\"Isnt it weird how most sentient beings ended up bipedal and following a very similar body structure?\" *He comments about as randomly as his silence and frowning had appeared*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"If I can pocket it and it seems useful, I'm taking it with me.\"*Terrel said before he too fell into silence. His was more of a calm one, seeing as night was starting to take hold and the hours of traveling was beginning to set in. The Silnari listened idly to Azrael's words, eventually saying.*\"Probably has something to do with the way Macens and other Ekremi structure things. I'd assume those that didn't start with that sort of structure probably became that way due to having to change to meet what is required to do things regularly in this world. You don't see regular animals or plants able to ride horses or cast spells or carry things, or frankly move around with similar endurance and speed. Maybe things just all found a good middle ground. I don't even think that plants are the end of it. Wasn't in the lymians that found ways to breathe life into rocks and stone and create a whole new race of bipeds to use for their armies?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He frowns and shakes his head, clearly not agreeing with the answer he gave*\n\"That would depend on the Macen and other Ekremi having evolved much earlier than the rest of the clades. Which, frankly, I dont think is quite right. Relatively speaking they probably evolved in the same several million years, and even then they must've been rivals for resources unless they came from completely different continents, which by itself would once again raise the question of why theres so many similarities\"\n*He waves his hand idly as he explains his thought process away*\n\"And dont get me started on those golems the Lymians made. The implications that has is ridiculous and I already have my hands full with my current research and backlog\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I don't see why not.\"*The Elf continued in defense of his idea.*\"Wildborns are basically animals that become humanoid by some means so in one way or another, it seems like things still are evolving. Heck don't some beastkin undergo Ekreminzation in just their lifespan? At that point they're quite literally changing to an appearance more similar to Kemonomimis in just a number of years which has several implications with how their body structure is. As for the golems, I don't see how it's any different than the other magic things mages manage to bend to their own will. They can summon things, they can put magic in things. At this point, I'm pretty sure it's just preference.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"Yes they undergo these transformations currently, but that is much more due to the influence of will and magic than natural evolution. How many animals are capable of actually *Wielding* Magic?\"\n*He taps his head with a finger before continuing further*\n\"And the golems would be normal if it was just maged putting their will into something like an enchantment or artifact. But they literally created a sentient, thinking being with free will using magic. That magic is capable of doing that at all is by itself an implication to one of my personal hypothesis being correct. I believe that in the current age magic has been heavily influenced by the will of those that use it, which would explain how animals become wildborn. Intent and will is a key factor in using magic, I wouldn't be surprised if thats how some of the more recent clades came into natural existence\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Not many.\"*He said in answer to the question about animals being able to wield magic.*\"Although magic animals may exist, but I'd see it more as body magic similar to those that aren't particularly seen as mages. Simply stronger than what's normal of their species I guess. And while you do question golems having sentience, isn't it no different than the summons they literally bring out from the grave. Especially if some golems are able to be summoned. Besides, I'm pretty sure most golems lack any more complex thought than the materials they're made of anyways. I'm sure if something exists, magic is probably the cause of it one way or another.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He rubs his chin, staring up at the stars as his expression turns to a frown. His eyes seem to glass over as his mind wanders through the unknown and the possible answers*\n\n\"Hmmm... While most normal golems you commonly see certainly dont have any sentience, the ones the mages in Lymia created have full sentience like any Ekremi or Beastkin. And for the animals that are magic, I do agree they have a type of body enhancing magic, but as far as Ive seen its likely that those animals were created by absorbing abnormal amounts of magic into their soul which altered their being.\"\n\n*He rubs his head and runs his fingers through his hair idly, taking a moment to gather his thoughts and process them into words before continuing*\n\n\"The problem with magic and those golems created in Lymia specifically is because it heavily implies that magic is at the very least partly responsible for all sentience. And that reinforces one of my age old theories. Magic was the source of everything. The dirt, the air, the planet itself. Ambient mana is everywhere and seems to be in everything. Its a lot stranger to not find any mana at all in something\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Thinking real hard over there just to say that magic is the source of everything.\"*He said humorously.*\"We eat, sleep, and breathe it at this point.\"*Terrel rolled over to his side and reached into his bag to grab a few berries for his Furrow to snack on.*\"Even then, it's like there is something new to discover all the time that's seemingly been around for ages. I don't really meet summoners often, so I have little idea of how their summons work outside of this book I had gotten from the dead clan to replace the other magic book. Any other magic beyond that would require looking through some historical text for any real information, unless you plan on making a new discovery yourself out here, but most things have been discovered already.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He shrugs non-chalantly, not particularly bothered by his attempted jab*\n\n\"Religion exists for a reason. People always say that its this god or that god that created everything and all that stuff because they dont fully understand things. Magic is powerful yes, but they dont think that its anything beyond just a thing the smart asses in the universities use. But I highly doubt we've discovered even a fraction about magic. If we had discovered most things I wouldn't be doing what I do\"\n\n*He sits up and stares into the fire, his expression fading into that occasional blank state where nothing seemed to be behind his eyes*\n\n\"Lets take a certain school of magic for example. Its taboo, despised and shunned. Simply using it can get you executed in most countries. Im talking about necromancy of course. Magic is capable of breathing life into the dead. To give or take life, its something that youd expect from a god no? And yet magic is capable of something like that. Which brings me back to a earlier point I made, mages who extend their life. Sure theres many ways to do it, but all of it is magical by nature. Altering your own life force, isnt that similar to what necromancy, or death magic, does? It is, as they say, playing god.\"\n\n*He sighs and pokes the fire with a stick, taking another moment of silence before just shrugging*\n\n\" Well I digress. My point is that the fact magic is capable of altering life force, or the soul as some theorize, has massive implications about the nature of magic itself which people dont seem to want to explore\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"If even a fraction of magic was discovered, people would still be trying to discover more. There's plenty of people experimenting with the old to discover something new. Artificers and Alchemist in particular I'd assume, but that hardly covers half the magic out there.\"*He said in response. As Az brought up necromancy, the Silnari gave a snort.*\"I think Necromancy is given too much credit for the way it is. Maybe it was the first of its kind of magic, but there are a handful of schools that play with the dead as well, it's just not the face of their magic like Necromancy is. Even beyond the school, rituals exist. As you said one to extend life, one to rejuvenate life. I feel at some point there was even one to bring back a life to their original state of being. But that wasn't from necromancy, but instead its polar opposite. Most don't see a reason to explore it as most are satisfied with simply knowing that it is as it is. Putting it all on a god just gives clarity to something that may not have an explanation. Do people truly know how they're able to use their own magic? Do you for that matter? Or do you know that as long as you chant a certain scripture and wave your hand around, something will happen?\"*Terrel stared up at the sky and frowned slightly at the thought.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He looks over at Terrel, tilting his head in mild curiosity. His questions were valid, and his observations, while not completely following his own theories, were still surprisingly observant*\n\n\"I have to disagree. Necromancy isnt given enough credit, and true bringing life and tampering with life force is part of healing magic for example, but I think necromancy does it in a very different way. The process is different even if the theory behind it is similar\"\n\n*He pauses then shrugs, a small scowl in his face*\n\"Well thats what the very limited amount of books Ive been able to find says. Not exactly like I can go and ask a necromancer now is it?\"\n\n*He leans backwards and lays back down, idly looking at the stars again*\n\"I'll admit though, despite my fascination with magic even I dont fully understand how it works. I could talk throughout the entire trip about my theories and how I believe each spell and ritual channels magic but I'll be honest that doesn't sound particularly pleasant for either of us. I only have so much talk in me after all*\n\n*He glances over at Terrel and flashes him a smirk mixed with arrogance and light hearted humor*\n\"But hey, youre asking some good questions. Maybe if you stumble on some strange unexplainable thing of magical nature you'll head over to Pepor and give me a heads up, might even get a honorable mention when I finally publish some of my work\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Give necromancers any more credit and they'll be hunted down almost as much as vampires are.\"*He shot back. In all reality, Necromancy seemed like messy work compared to the other schools in Terrel's eyes at least how they were written anyways. While spiritology and faith seemed to be able to bring things back to their original form, necromancy seemed to work with whatever remained of them. Terrel figured it was still cool nonetheless, but he could only really gather as much information as he could read and even then, the folktales seemed more comprehensible.\n\nHa glanced over at Az from his sly comment, giving a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.*\"I suppose I could. I got a lot of off map places I plan to explore after we're done here. Maybe I'll dig up some magic item that I don't understand so you can tamper with it. Granted that is to assume you walk the same streets in Pepor on the daily, otherwise finding you again would be another act of coincidence.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He yawns, looking further back behind himself and reaches back/up into his bag and rummages through it despite it being more difficult of a task with him laying down. But regardless he pulls out a book which was noticeably much neater than the book he usually writes in. Well it helps that the book seems to just be a reading book, some book with one of those boring names. Something something psychology.*\n\n\"Fair point. Itd be a shame if necromancy went extinct, despite the controversy surrounding it, we'd lose a very fascinating type of magic.\"\n\n*He proceeds to open the book and flips to a page that has a folded corner, his own bookmark*\n\n\"Dont worry, I only occasionally leave the city for certain expeditions. Just look for a food stall at the docks run by a octopus lady, you'll run into me there eventually. Or you can wait at the university, just make sure you catch me in the morning and not on my way back\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel wasn't sure what kind of octopus lady he was supposed to look for exactly, but he decided to assume her to be some kind of Treton that may look like an octopus.*\"I'll take my chance at the food stall rather than the university. Though I doubt I'll frequent the country unless my previous explorations call for it.\"*He said, knowing that after they were done with their trip here, he'd probably return to the west again with no real reason to visit the Lymian area.*\"Regardless, guess I'll go ahead and get some rest for now. We got a few weeks to check this place out before the ship returns for us. Going to be a lot of traveling between then.\"*With those words said, Terrel pulled his cloak over him as a sort of blanket, eventually falling silent once more.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He didnt respond, already having resumed his more common silence and instead kept reading the book, only stopping when the light from the fire was too low to make any words out*"
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{
"author": "Serena Callais",
"message": "*A large open farm, two summons up front, and completely self-sufficient. This was it, the camp of the mercenary Aldeberto, wielder of the Halberd.*\n\n*Serena had found a flyer on the wall searching for recruits for a mercenary company. She liked money, her custom armor required constant upkeep. Plus, it seemed legal. None of the shady stuff some others would have taken.*\n\n*The uzhi was clad in a breastplate and pauldrons, opting to carry her other gear in a backpack. Said pack also wrapped tightly around her waist, distributing the force on her hips rather than her shoulders, despite no hip bones. Her long spear was held like a hiking stick, and her shield slung over her back. Her lower half was covered by thick pants; leather would have suited her had she not dealt with water often.*\n\n\"Hey, you Aldeberto? I saw the flyer for the company.\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He turned towards the voice, and smiled as he noted the stranger visiting his camp. He nodded, stretching his arm. He noted her gear, and a smile began to form.*\n\n\"I am indeed Aldeberto Gylenstierne-Seidel, and you can just call me Alde to save the mouthful.\"\n\n*He said, cheerfully, and wiped his hand on his pants just in case of any remaining dirt or dust from his farming only a short while ago, then offered it to the woman.*\n\n\"Well, welcome to the campsite, its still a work in progress, to some degree. If you need anything my tent's the big one, and just find yourself a tent to call your own, if you like. Last two tents there are supplies, and a little forge I set up.\"\n\n*He said, more cheerful now that he has someone to be around again.*"
},
{
"author": "Serena Callais",
"message": "*The uzhi nods as she looks up to him, considerably shorter than halberd wielder, shaking his hand. A slight smile forms, noting his build and the farm behind him.*\n\n\"Good to meet you, Alde. You're a farmer, huh? Never thought of one to wield a halberd.\"\n\n*Scanning the area, Serena mentally took note of the place, paying attention to a small extra tent.*\n\n\"Good to see there's a place to repair gear, though I was never a blacksmith myself.\"\n\n*The slime heads towards the camp, setting down her heavy bag of gear, taking off her cuirass to reveal a simple linen shirt.*\n\n\"So, how'd you get to... You know.\"\n\n*Serena extends a hand, gesturing to the camp.*"
},
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"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*His smile grew as the Uzhi shook his hand, and he nodded a little to her questioning his farming background.*\n\n\"I grew up as a farmer, but I didn't enjoy it much. Ironic that, here I am forming a group, and the first thing I did is set up a plot of land to farm. Well, I thought it was a cool weapon, and not terribly different to me than using a pitchfork... Well, just much longer, and has an ax blade to it.\"\n\n*He said with a small laugh, thinking of the old days. He nodded as she commented on the fact the camp had a place to repair equipment, and waved his hand a little when she mentioned her lack of smithing.*\n\n\"Well, I dabbled a little when I first set off from home, I'm not master smith but I can forge and repair weapons and armor, at least to some degree.\"\n\n*He looked over the camp as she asked how he got this point, and he scratched his chin a little, to think about it. Then he glanced back to Serena, smiling.*\n\n\"Well... As a kid, I grew up with stories of my family's former noble status, and the stories of heroes, villains, and such. I want to one day restore my family's status, but I don't want to get it by playing the political game.\"\n\n*He took in a breathe, looking about the camp in thought.*\n\nI want to earn it, by helping people, and I can help people out most effectively, by forming a group of mercenaries, not after pure coin, but helping others... Or least, doing our best to.\""
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"author": "Serena Callais",
"message": "*The uzhi raised a nonexistent eyebrow.*\n\n\"A pitchfork? I'd have thought the axe portion was far more prominent. I suppose using an axe would help with that. But hey, it's stabbing something. Whether it's an enemy or a hay bale.\"\n\n*Serena nodded upon hearing Alde's experience.*\n\n\"As an Uzhi, I haven't had much experience with fire. Maybe you could teach me sometime?\"\n\n\"You would gain fame and status through honor and some gold? My intentions were far more monetary. Fortunately, they align with yours pretty well.\"\n\n*Serena walks over to her tent, picking up her spear.*\n\n\"So, mind showing me what you're made of, Aldeberto?\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "\"Well, the axe portion is certainly a big help in that. But I didn't use axes much as a kid, my father did mostly.\"\n\n*He nodded a little as she mentioned her race, and he smiled more at the prospect of teaching someone what he knew of forging and repairing.*\n\n\"Well, that's another race I've met in my travels, not long ago I met an interesting High Elf, and now I meet an Uzhi, that's pretty cool. Yeah, I'd be happy to teach you sometime, its certainly a good skill to have.\"\n\n*He thought over how he wasn't exactly making the wisest decision monetarily, but he shrugged a little, as he scratched his chin.*\n\n\"Well... Its more of the idea, I'd rather take a less paying job, but help others more than per-say, go threaten some peasants to pay up.\"\n\n*He shifted, going to his tent to grab his Halberd, with a stretch when she asked, and he nodded.*\n\n\"Well, I haven't fought in a while, not since I joined New Sunlight, so shaking off some rust might be a good idea.\""
},
{
"author": "Serena Callais",
"message": "*\"Not long ago I met an interesting high elf-\"*\n\n*As soon as the words \"High elf\" Are spoken, Serena inhales sharply, letting out a deep breath.*\n\n\"I hope they're not at this camp, are they? I don't work with high elves. Ever.\"\n\n*At the mention of threatening peasants, flashbacks begin to arise in Serena's mind. Raiders with sword and spears, carrying torches that decimated the wooden buildings. A second later, she shook out of it, back to talking with the blond mercenary.*\n\n\"Alright.\"\n\n*Serena levels her long spear at Alde, far taller than she is; an entire 2 meters long. Long, yet thick and sturdy, not willing to bend easily. A hewing spear tip secured the end, in case a draw cut had to be made, with two lugs extending from the sides to catch weapons and prevent enemies from moving up the shaft.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He frowned noting her expression, and shook his head when she asked about the High Elf being around.*\n\n\"Nah, we travelled a little bit together, and then he had to go do something. Haven't heard from him since actually...\"\n\n*He watched her shake free of what he assumed was bad memories, feeling bad, about his choice of words now.*\n\n\"Alright... If you ever need someone to talk to while you're here, I'm willing to listen.\"\n\n*He said, as he leveled his halberd. He had a distinct range disadvantage, given his Halberd is half a meter shorter than Serena's spear, but he's confident he can manage even still.*\n\n\"You can have the first go.\""
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"author": "Serena Callais",
"message": "*As Alde swings the axe portion of his weapon, Serena shifts her grip, bringing the spear closer to her; enough to use the back end and deflect his blow by striking it where it was moving. The uzhi then comes back with a swing of the hewing spear.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He tensed a little, as the axe-head got deflected, and he turned to ring the weapon back to catch the swing of the hewing spear. He then decided to jab with the spear-head of his halberd, furrowing his brow.*"
},
{
"author": "Serena Callais",
"message": "*Serena pulled back her weapon in order to block the jab, knocking it to the side, then once again countering with a jab of her own.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He gripped onto his halberd tighter as his jab was blocked once again. He furrowed his brow, tensing a little as he moved to meet the countering jab with his own weapon.*"
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"author": "Serena Callais",
"message": "\"Ah, knights in shining armor... Saving innocent people from evil raiders and beasts. At least it seems like you had some good parents who wanted progress. Mine only wished to hold me back to tradition.\"\n\n*The uzhi lets out a scoff, looking up.*\n\n\"I guess that's one thing between you and I. Coming from a not so wealthy family and becoming some pretty damn good mercenaries, despite the circumstances. Eh?\"\n\n*Serena holds out a fist to the blond for a fist bump.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He nodded, and listened to her, frowning a little as she spoke of her parents' lack of supporting her dreams. He couldn't imagine how that felt, but he chuckled a little, nodding.*\n\n\"Well... Yeah, I'm glad my parents were like that.\"\n\n*He agreed, and watched her hold out her fist towards him. His smile grew once again, and he fist bumped her.*\n\n\"Yeah, its certainly a bit surprising. Nothing one would expect, of course by a chance meeting.\""
},
{
"author": "Serena Callais",
"message": "\"Yeah... Hey, want to hear about the time I encountered a Kraken?\"\n\n*The uzhi smiles, but with a small hint of bitterness.*\n\n\"It's also the reason why I'll never trust those arrogant, haughty, backstabbing knife ears again. The haughty ones specifically.\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He listened to the question of her telling the story of encountering a Kraken, and he raised an eyebrow.*\n\n\"A Kraken... As in the great beast of near mythological strengths? How did that go?\"\n\n*He asked curiously, though he was a bit concerned given how the story related to her opinion on High Elves. He had a suspicion of what might've gone down, but it was best to hear it out.*\n\n\"You have certainly piqued my interest in this story for sure.\"\n\n*He shifted to sit down, to listen to the time she encountered a Kraken, interested.*"
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"author": "Serena Callais",
"message": "\"Damn, it must be hard to fall from grace like that huh? Can't even claim his heritage if he's been made to look like an Oni, plus his own family cast him out. Well, at least he won't be killed by the Elf Killer. It's a story I heard about a woman who's on a killing spree for High Silnari. No clue if it's true or not.\"\n\n*The thought of killing high elves made Serena smile slightly.*\n\n\"Yeah... I told them too, that raiders were one day going to come and get them. Hell, they couldn't even fight off a shark, which took my friend's arm off! I went off to do *Something* With my life, and by the time I returned, the village was a burning mess. Hopeless, all of them.\"\n\n*The uzhi takes in a deep breath, then exhaling.*\n\n\"Alright, that's enough of my rant. At least your family isn't full of incompetent idiots killed by blind faith.\"\n\n\"So this 'High elf'...What's his name? What's the guy like?\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He thought over how hard the fall from grace must've been when he care least. He raised an eyebrow about the Elf Killer, he had heard a few rumors on his travels, but he wasn't sure about them.*\n\n\"Well I'm sorry to hear that, about your friend. I can't imagine how hard life became for them, losing an arm and all.\"\n\n*He'd lean back, laying on the grass as he thought of how to describe Amos.*\n\n\"Well, his name is Amos, and he's got a fair bit of sass. A bit of a...\"\n\n*He thought over how to word it, since Amos was the first flirt he'd ever really met.*\n\n\"I think the term is... Flirt? I never really met anyone quite like him, actually. It was... Different? I guess you could say, least.\""
},
{
"author": "Serena Callais",
"message": "\"Yeah. She healed up after a couple of days in the ocean, but I don't think that experience ever left her. To this day though, I can't remember her name.\"\n\n*Serena turns her head towards the blond mercenary.*\n\n\"Amos, huh? Sass can be good, though I don't doubt that it can get you into some precarious situations. Flirting definitely can... I've met a few too many other mercenaries who've gotten strangled due to that trait.\"\n\n\"So, how exactly is he like an oni?\""
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"author": "Grey Morins",
"message": "*Blowing winds and warm weathers seemed to dominate the area today. Grass flowing with each breeze, hurriedly absorbing the sun to grow and flourish. But not all could manage in a place such as this.*\n\n*A beast man, tall and mighty broke what silence of the area there was. Clattering armor and exaughsted panting with each step. The brown furred canifore had run out of water days ago as he traveled. The long drawn planes proving fatal to a furry creature without water.*\n\n*But then, a shiny hope of survival peered through the lenses of the Wolf. A camp...? A rather large one too, fields of forestry and plants for sustainability. Not to mention a huge lake... They could spare a little water, couldn't they?*\n\n*The canifore could only hope, stepping at a quickened dehydrated shanty towards the camp. Armor weighing and eyes drooping, to an outsider it seemed he could collapse at any moment.*"
},
{
"author": "Serena Callais",
"message": "*It was her daily hike around the camp. 10 kilometers, every single day, in armor, with a spear and shield in hand. It was imperative that Serena conditioned herself; to her, toughness was better than learning how to develop power. You had to learn how to take punishment as well as deal it.*\n\n*Her helmet lay inside her backpack, feeling the warm breeze through her hair and the sun on her face. It was peaceful, as always. However, the slime hiked not only for exercise, but as a patrol. About to finish, she saw another armored figure. Immediately, she takes a fighting stance, her shield in front and her spear ready to strike. However, upon further inspection, Serena found that the newcomer was in no fighting shape.*\n\n*An armored canifor, who seemed extremely dehydrated and not in fighting condition. It looked like he needed water badly. Serena plants down her spear in the dirt and slings her massive shield over her back.*\n\n\"Woah there, man. You good? Looks like you need some water.\"\n\n*Serena takes a spare waterskin out of her bag, uncorking it and offering it to the canifor as he approached, only just realizing that he was much, __much__ taller than she was.*"
},
{
"author": "com.co",
"message": "Fuck, it didn't ping me"
},
{
"author": "Grey Morins",
"message": "*Oh... Just in time too... Grey eyes the slime through his spectacles. His look almost faded for a moment like he wasn't all there. Towering over the smaller slime blankly, her words not reaching his brain. But what was said did not matter, for the woman seemed to hold out a water pack in offering.*\n\n*The wolves legs began to shake, soon buckling as the iron wolf quickly falls to his knees. His new height just a little below the slimes, as his maw widened gently.*"
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{
"author": "Serena Callais",
"message": "*Serena quickly rushes in, getting her arms under the massive canifor's to support him up gently and so he doesn't crash his knees into the ground. One hand pours the water into his open maw, tilting his head back so it didn't spill out of his mouth.*\n\n\"You need me to carry you too? Or will you be able to walk? You're not even really conscious, are you?\n\n*What was this armored wolf doing out here nowhere with no water? It was lucky that he stumbled in the right direction, and during her hike as well. Maybe she could take him in; Alde was away, anyways.*"
},
{
"author": "Grey Morins",
"message": "*It takes the canifore a few minutes to readjust and recenter his thoughts. The drought that had plagued him robbed his mind temporarily, and if it was any later he might of lost his life. He owed this girl a great debt...*\n\n\"No... Can walk... Thank you...\"\n*He mutters softly, seeming to regain a slight amount of color in his face. With a little more time to relax, the wolf slowly stands. He seems uneasy on his feet thought, barely keeping himself from the floor. It might be a good idea to at least support his lumbering figure, get him to the camp before he passes out. He looked heavy thats for sure, a difficult one to carry.*"
},
{
"author": "Serena Callais",
"message": "\"Drink some more. We have more water back at camp. Stand strong, soldier!\"\n\n*The uzhi gives the canifor an armored pat on the back, handing him the waterskin. He would need it more than she did. Serena picks up her spear and hoisting it over her shoulder, staying close to the canifor in case he dropped again.*\n\n\"Camp's not that far. Only about a hundred feet. What's your name? I'm Serena.\"\n\n*She begins walking towards the camp, slowly to make sure he was following along.*"
},
{
"author": "Grey Morins",
"message": "*Grey nods lightly, remarking at how she talked... It was familiar, but the haze left him knowing from where or when. The wolf stumbles lightly as Serena pats his back, gently taking the waterskin from the slime's hands. He then begins his improving trek towards the camp, though his movement is slow and sluggish. He doesn't look at the slime as she asks him for his name, the words taking a few to register in his head.*\n\n\"Name...? Grey... Morins...\"\n*He said dryly, bringing the water skin to his maw once more to wet his throat. He seemed to at least function now. An improvement from before.*"
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"author": "Serena Callais",
"message": "\"I see. At least take a day or two to get some rest, you know? Collapsing is no joke. Plus, you don't seem to know where the city is. I highly recommend it. Plus, maybe we can spar just a bit, see what you're like.\"\n\n*It was a shame that Grey couldn't stay. He seemed like a real good guy. Alas, it was the idealistic ones that always fell first. At least this one was strong enough to support his ideals.*\n\n\"So where are you headed off to next?\""
},
{
"author": "Grey Morins",
"message": "*Grey would furrow his doggish brow... She seemed intent on him staying at the camp. Reason after reason, not all of them too important... But the canifore couldn't really say no.*\n\n\"Hm... A few days... That's all though... Headed...? Wherever Road takes me... Where ever help needed...\"\n\n*In truth, Grey really hadn't a clue as to where he was heading. He'd been wondering since he got his first bearings, and ended up here by complete chance...*"
},
{
"author": "Serena Callais",
"message": "\"So, just like a leaf in the wind, eh? You know how to read a map, right? Right?\"\n\n*Serena looked at him closely, before smiling and patting him on the head.*\n\n\"Alright, let me show you where the sleeping area is. We have a bunch of spare cots should anyone like you come our way.\"\n\n*Serena leaves the food tent, heading to another.*"
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{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*The Earth Macen would be working his little campsite. Currently he was watering the crops he had planted, wiping his forehead a little, as he looked out across his campsite with a happy, and soft sigh. Things were going well enough for his would-be group, and he didn't need to visit town for a few more days. Once he had watered the crops, he'd walk towards one of the tents, stepping back out with a small snack to munch on, while he did a quick patrol.*\n\n\"What a lovely day to do a quick look around for potential trouble.\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*The clearing at the edge of the forest bewildered the knight briefly, having explored these woods in all other directions for a few days now. She winced at the sudden brightness, her snowy cheeks warming in her surprise. She sighed in partial exasperation, wishing she had known to bring her helmet. A gauntlet ran through her hair, undoing the short ponytail and allowing herself a moment of respite. In this moment, her eyes managed to adjust, the layout of the camp melting in from the sunlight. It wasn't just one person's camp, judging by the number of tents; of which all seemed specialised in some way. The crop field caught her off-guard the most, the notion of living somewhere like this long enough to plant and sow beyond her entirely.*\n\"Hello? Excuse me for intruding!\"\n*Elias called out, pressing a finger to her chin in perplexion. There didn't seem to be anyone here right now, but there would be eventually. Opting to keep a few metres away from the boundaries of the camp, her curiosity got the better of her as she leant on one of the lone trees, giving it a few minutes for someone to return.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*The Would-be Captain's head perked up as he heard someone calling out, and he turned from his patrol route, back towards camp. He wondered who could be presumably at his camp, perhaps someone had come to hire help for a job? He hoped if that was the case that they weren't hiring him for anything morally wrong. He called out, as he neared the clearing of his campsite, hoping the person hadn't left while he did his patrol.*\n\n\"Yes, hello I'm here!\"\n\n*He'd return from the forest's edge, scanning the wood line of his camp. He thought the person had left, and sighed a little, before he noticed the person in question near one of the lone trees, and his smile returned. He was glad he hadn't missed them.*\n\n\"Hello there, I'm Aldeberto, but most people just call me Alde. And welcome to my camp.\"\n\n*He said, slowly approaching the woman, with an outstretched hand for a handshake. He wasn't clad in his armor, just his non-combat clothes, nothing fancy, but it did its job in a pinch, and that's all that mattered to him, least for now.*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*The ashen knight's gaze was set upon Alde as soon as he came into view, eyes narrowed in momentary suspicion. Once she'd gotten a good look, however, this tension melted away - clearly not bandits, it seemed. A furrowed brow and a tentative shake of his hand would be her response, examining the gentleman more comprehensively this time. He dressed simply, though it seemed it was by choice and not by necessity. Cheerful, though that could mean a number of things. At the very least, he was friendly.*\n\"Elias. Good to meet you, Alde. All of this built by yourself?\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*If he was really a bandit, the youthful mercenary was good at hiding it. His smile only grew as the ashen knight shook his hand, and he nodded to her, with a modest shrug. He was glad to have companionship in the moment, having gotten a twinge of loneliness as it was.*\n\n\"A pleasure to meet you, Elias.\"\n\n*He says, with a furrowed brow as her name registered in his head. He seems confused over the name, and his brow furrows. Surely there's a story there, and he hoped Elias wouldn't mind sharing it with him, as it was entirely piquing his interest.*\n\n\"I built most of it by myself, I had some help here and there though... But er, Elias... Isn't that more of a name for a guy?\"\n\n*He asked, curiously, as he turned to walk into his campsite to give Elias a tour of it.*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Well, aren't you the charmer? It's a bit of a personal story, something I prefer to share mutually...\"\n*She gave a soft huff, folding her arms in mock indignation - the facade breaking quickly as she giggled away. Her smirk carried a coldness to it, though, as she began to stroll beside Alde.*\n\"Aldeberto is more of a noble's name, no? Were your parents just very well-to-do?\"\n*She returned an inquiry, rubbing her chin and staring at him curiously. Elias doubted her own claim: anyone can name their offspring anything, after all.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He'd feel a little concerned when she huffed, and he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, thinking of what to say in apology. Though her giggle made his smile return rather quickly as it was.*\n\n\"I... Suppose it would be a rather personal story, yeah.\"\n\n*He chuckled awkwardly, as she asked about his own name's story, and he paused for a second, looking over his camp.*\n\n\"Well... About a hundred years ago, my family was a noble house here in Salvainia. Something happened though, of my grandfather's doing, that left us shamed, and he exhausted what favors and coin we had to soften the blow, whatever it was.\"\n\n*He said, turning to look at her, with an uncertain shrug. He only knew what his father told him, after all.*\n\n\"So, I guess in a way, yeah? We struggled a fair bit living as farmers, but we did alright, I think. Its what inspired me to go out into the world and all.\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"A disgraced noble family? You've guessed my story with your own, as a matter of fact...\"\n*Again she giggled, a hollower sound to this bout as she gave a shrug back.*\n\"One of the few remaining Irtutian noble families, of which aren't officially recognised by the Empire: House Bluedove. After my father, in his obstinacy, named and raised me as a boy despite my two older brothers, I was exiled for my mother's infidelity. A bit of a more recent history than I'd like, but... Such is life.\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He listened to the woman's story, rather interested in it, and ignored the feeling to hug the strange before him. It would be a fair bit awkward with them barely even knowing each other thus far. He nodded a little, somewhat understanding how she must felt. He knew his father missed those lovely luxuries from his youth.*\n\n\"Well... Such is life indeed...\"\n\n*He agreed, with another nod. He gestured about his campsite, with a smile, not letting their downer histories ruin his good mood.*\n\n\"Though, I think I'm doing pretty good for myself, and one day I hope to restore my family's status. Give them the good life they deserve. But... For now, let me show you around my camp.\""
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{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*She thanked him gently, lowering her head as she entered. It was surprisingly spacious for a tent, but for what was inside it made sense to be. Elias wondered how Alde worked without the canvas catching fire, but she was sure she'd see that soon.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*Honestly, Alde's secret was he was just, very, very careful, and he intentionally set up his little forge tent to be a bit higher and wider than the others, just incase of any sparks flying. In this case though, the forge wasn't even lit, so the danger was pretty low. Even now though, he made his way over to a small chest, and reached into it, to grab a whetstone.*\n\n\"I don't use the forge everyday, and maybe it was a bit silly to even think about buying one, but... Eventually, I plan to make things more permanent here.\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Planning ahead is always best. Honestly, I've been neglecting such plans...\"\n*Another chuckle, this one far more nervous. She accepted the stone graciously, settling on one of the rudimentary seats and beginning to work the edge of her blade.*\n\"Grandmother, forgive me... I can never maintain this like you must have...\"\n*She muttered under her breath, sounding more like a prayer than an apology to the fallen.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He laughed a little with a nod. As she laughed, though he noted the more nervous tone of it.*\n\n\"Here, let me show you what I learned from a blacksmith in a town awhile back. Had to go in to have my weapon sharpened once.\"\n\n*He said, as he grabbed a stool, and sat by her. He gently took hold of her arms to guide her hands to sharpen it in a typically more proper manner, with a smile on his face.*\n\n\"Sometimes its all about the type of whetstone you use, some will sharpen the blade, but eat at its metal a lot more than others. Other times, its the way you use the whetsone. Or, least so far as I know. I've only started down the path of blacksmithing as it is.\""
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{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*It'd been a few weeks, since his campsite got moved, now much closer to his home village, in the small barony of Seidellia. He would be cleaning his sword, as he looked up at his armor, darkened, and reflective like a mirror, without the light in one's eyes, now upgraded with Orichalcum, making his old paint dye less needed now.*\n\n*He had a lot of thoughts of his mind, the Silnari Baron, Drur, who seemed to have sent thugs his way... What he would do in response... It felt a sour taste in his mouth, realizing he wasn't happy with the choice he made... To fight the Baron if needed, all he wanted to do was improve the lives of his hometown, and here he was politicking like he never wanted.*\n\n*Was this what it'd be like? Ruling the Barony? It didn't bode well for him, maybe... Maybe being a mercenary captain was all he was meant to be? It was fine, of course, and all, but... Not as fulfilling as he fully wanted in truth. He wanted to be both, serving directly to solve problems, **And** Be able to help with the blood in his veins' history as former nobles... But was that right? Was that a good thing?*\n\n*He huffed a little, as he set his sword into its sheath, and just sat, holding his head in the moment, unsure what to think of everything, and because his camp was home to several currently, he didn't want to make too much noise and bother any one of course.*\n\n*So, he just massaged his head, thinking as he sat there.*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Again, I stumble upon you, ser Gyldenstierne.\"\n*A familiar voice called out from a dozen paces away, the familiar sharpness to her tone belying the giggle that followed. Giving a small huff as she crested the hill, Elias offered a wave to her acquaintance from not so long ago. Her piercing gaze scanned across the camp, nodding subtly at each familiar piece; a small furrowing of her brow at the new things.*\n\"The townsfolk seemed to know you, at least. I doubt I'd have found this place otherwise.\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He looked up when he heard someone speak, and he buried some of the sadness he felt, smiling as he recognized Elias was present, improving his mood greatly. Surely a friendly face was what he needed to cheer up right now.*\n\n\"Well, Ser Bluedove. You're sight for sore eyes.\"\n\n*He called out, as he waved in return to her, rising to his feet, as he moved to meet her. He pauses a moment to look back at his equipment, before shaking his head, and approached her once more.*\n\n\"Yeah, Arquenay is town I grew up in, it asked for aid from me, and well... I couldn't say no to home, you know?\"\n\n*He would open his arms, in offering for a hug once they were close.*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Ah, I see... So this is your demesne?\"\n*Her attention fell toward the town mentioned, a grave countenance gripping her features momentarily. To pull himself closer to what would be his fiefdom suggested something was about to change... Whether it was good or bad, the knight supposed she'd ask. His offer took her aback slightly, though only from shock. An awkward moment passed before she accepted, rubbing his back gently as she embraced him.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "\"In a way, yes.\"\n*In truth he didn't really know what demense meant, but he figured its meaning, he sighed happily as he felt the rub to his back, and he patted her back, enjoying the hug. It made him happy, that he had friends to turn to. Friends who... Didn't know his mental burden in the moment.*\n\n\"I guess I have a lot to share of the last few weeks... Where to start, really...?\"\n*He wondered, thinking.*"
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{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"That sounds like trouble... Though the logistics of that decision are beyond me.*\n*She hummed, sitting a half-yard beside him and tapping her chin in cursory thought. She supposed it was a question she may have to grapple with one day, if she was to ever reclaim her own demesne...*\n\"Couldn't have had them apprehended? I imagine the crown would be interested in prosecuting them in *Some* Form.\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "\"Well, eventually we would deal with the bandits more readily. After dealing with their camp, they fled to an old, decrepit fort my grandfather commissioned when he ruled.\"\n*It felt... Good? To talk about his adventures so far, and it seemed Elias would be able to help his dilemma, if not physically with fighting, just being that shoulder he can rely on.*\n\n\"After dealing with the camp, I had to deal with some goblin raiders holed up in a cave. It was, well... Full of those little fucking pests.\"\n*Being a farmer before becoming an Adventurer, Alde had had his fair share of goblin antics on the farm growing up, and he hated them.*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"You killed them all, right? Every last one?\"\n*Her speech turned grave, the mention of goblins sending chills down her spine. Those cavern-dwelling vermin had been the target of bounties more times than she could count on fingers - losing at least one rookie each time. She let her pained expression fade, shaking away those horrors for now.*\n\"...So the bandits yet live? Who owns these lands, beyond your claim to them? I imagine His Majesty wouldn't leave them ungoverned.\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "\"All of them. Including...\"\n*He sighed a little, and nodded a bit.*\n\n\"The women and the children. Though I wish I didn't have to put them all down. Children, even of mindless pests, are still children and innocent.\"\n*He shook his head at the mention back to the bandits.*\n\n\"Eventually... We attacked the fort, and they surrendered. We sent them running and... Well, the land is owned more or less by Baron Drur Umoduad, a Silnarian man who administrated back in the day, apparently. Don't think he likes me admittedly.\"\n*He added with a slightly nervous laugh*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"When someone claims to be de jure lord of your fiefdom, I imagine there would be some love lost~\"\n*She cooed, giggling softly at his aloofness. The ordeal sounded stressful, and knowing what a mess exterminations and assaults can be didn't make it any easier to stomach. She held his shoulder, squeezing it gently as she offered a knowing smile.*\n\"The Silnarians are a noble people. This I've learnt, even if it isn't wholly applicable. To whom do you swear oath to? I imagine they would lend an ear, even in passing.\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "\"Well, I mean, I just came home to help against problems, not my fault he spent his forces out adventuring in dungeons and such instead of protecting the land.\"\n*He laughed a little, as he felt a smile as she held his shoulder and squeezed it. In truth he had never thought of who he owed his fealty to, he was... Well an independent in this. Well...*\n\n\"Well... I suppose... The good Emperor Haslain, as all Salvainians do. But aside of that...? New Sunlight I suppose, being a member of them. I've never really... Thought of like where I belong to.\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Hm... Have you petitioned his estate? They'd have at least some advice about the affair, I'd imagine...\"\n*It was clear she was grasping at straws. In truth, Elias knew little of the workings of the various empires that she traipsed through - she was not raised to rule, after all.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "\"I... Don't think I have quite enough fame to even be worth reading, but... Maybe?\"\n*He said, rubbing his chin. The idea was something least.*\n\n\"Well... I'll think about it. Anyways...\"\n*He would take in a breath, relaxing as he returned to the tale.*\n\n\"Obviously, I survived the uh, assassination attempt and all. And we recently dealt with a pack of ghouls harassing a local cemetery. We dealt with that well enough, and then there was an old man involved, but uh... He seemed in league with the monsters, and he didn't make it for better or worse.\""
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{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"A plan to be made soon, then!\"\n*She again beamed, rising from her seat with sweeping pat of her rear to dust off the specks of dirt, turning to face Alde and bowing slightly.*\n\"It was good to see you again, ser Alde. I'll most likely be staying in the town nearby, I've been camping out for the last few weeks... I'd like a hot meal and a warm bed for once.\"\n*Elias chuckled, casting her gaze towards the horizon - the flickering torchlights dotting the darkening expanse.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "\"Indeed, a plan for soon.\"\n*He said, smiling, as he rose to his feet, giving Elias a slight bow as well.*\n\n\"It was definitely nice to see you again, Ser Elias. Arquenay is a nice little place. Cozy little thing of a town really. The inn's a good place for hot meals, and warm beds. I'll be here when I'm not in town, helping out. Probably thatching a roof, or... Forging weapons, armor, or something. Got to help out somehow, with problems fixed for the most part. You know?\"\n*He said, with a soft smile, and nodded in response. He glanced towards his hometown, thinking.*\n\n\"If you like, I could walk you there. Show you a bit of town, before you find your rest.\"\n*He offered, kindly.*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"It would be a pleasure.\"\n*She returned simply, offering a hand as she beamed at him as earnestly as she could manage. The gentleman had gone through a lot - Hell even - the least she could do was accompany him for a little while longer.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He beamed in return, taking her hand, as his mood brightened further. He guided her into town, showing her some of the more important shops in town, before, ultimately leading his dear friend to the inn. He waited a minute, waving her off, before he made his way back towards his campsite for the night.*"
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{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*The Holiday Season of Charam Ta, had come and for the most part had already gone away for the year. The self-proclaimed Mercenary Captain had his cheerful moments leading up to the holiday... Though self-doubt, and concern for others around him, caused him to spend a lot more time in his campsite, specifically in his own tent, and the armory tents.*\n\n*He became a bit shut in when people didn't visit, otherwise he opened up as usual, when they did. He left camp only really to resupply, and then back to his tent, or the armory mostly. Currently, he was stepping out of his tent, a little bit sleep deprived in the moment.*\n\n*He wiped his eyes a little, as he looked over his campsite. He walked over, towards the firepit, as he brushed the snow out of the way, and gathered some spare logs, starting to light the fire with a soft yawn, and a stretch.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*Yet another lonely Charam Ta.*\n\n*Katherine didn't do much for it. Talk with a couple people at New Sunlight, discussing how they were either going back to their families to visit or spend the time with their lover. Of which she had neither. She just spent time next to the fireplace, sipping hot cocao that went cold, and going to bed a little earlier after seeing the snow fall outside.*\n\n*.....Fuck it, she should just visit Alde.*\n\n*It was already past Charam Ta, but the Captain was insistent on getting him a gift. It just seemed like the nice thing to do. He had gone through a lot after all, and they hadn't really talked after that. Perhaps something suited for winter.*\n\n*Katherine entered the camp, wearing her typical black clothing (though this one was much thicker) along with a large backback. She saw Aldeberto next to the campfire, and waved.*\n\n\"Alde!\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*His first truly lonely Charam Ta. It was... Different for him. Something he wasn't sure how to really handle.*\n\n*He hadn't even really thought of getting anyone a gift, for the season since, his mind was... Well, it was elsewhere. Once the fire was lit, he relaxed into his seat by the fire. He looked up when he heard his name called, and he smiled softly, waving back.*\n\n\"M- Er, Katherine. Its been awhile...\"\n\n*He said, reminding himself, she said in the past that he can just call her Katherine instead of anything else, like Miss Vayne. He moved to get a seat by the fire available for her, instead of, well, likely partially buried underneath some snow.*\n\n\"You can uh, take my seat. Sorry about the state, I've been... Distracted, you could say. With uh... Well, mercenary stuff.\"\n\n*He said, trying to sound reassuringly, but a yawn escaped him, as he spoke, and he blinked a few times, to wake himself up a little, all in all, he was cheered up by seeing someone he considered a friend visit him. It felt good, and reminded him, he didn't have to deal with everything on his own.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*A warm smile is returned as Katherine takes a seat next to the blond, setting her backpack down on the ground. It sounded heavy.*\n\n\"It's alright, I know there's been a lot happening. Can't really say the same on my end so... I thought I'd make a visit. Has everything gone alright? How's Serena? I heard she was sick the last time I heard of her.\"\n\n*Katherine opened the flap of the sack, making sure it turned away from Alde so he couldn't peer into it, and brought out a kettle, two cups lined with leather, and a pouch.*\n\n\"You sound tired. Want some cocao for some energy?\"\n\n*Katherine held up the small pouch. Some of the smell got through, the cocao powder filling the air with a hint of cinammon as well.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He would shift a little, getting more and more comfortable to talk, as he thought of how things had been.*\n\n\"Things have been... Alright. I've mostly kept to myself though. Barely visited family during Charam Ta, and kept to myself. Serena's been fine, I think she went w/the Canifor guy, uh... Grey for awhile? Probably good for her, incase of... Well...\"\n\n*He grew quiet a moment, before he glanced as she turned away, trying to peek to no avail, and smiled, nodding as he took an offered cup.*\n\n\"I haven't slept the best, no. Some Cocao sounds lovely Kathy.\"\n\n*He said, with a smile, as he ran a hand into the snow, and wiped part of his face with it.*\n\n\"Maybe... I'll grow a beard...\"\n\n*He said, as an idle comment, thinking about the idea in a way.*"
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{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Glad to hear that they're ok. Family, Serena and Grey.\"\n\n*Ouch. Family. Katherine mentally flinched at the thought, but kept it inside as she set up the kettle and filled it with water, putting the powder into both of their cups, waiting as the water was brought to boil. Meanwhile, the fire warmed them both, casting a near golden glow on their faces.*\n\n\"Going to be honest, same here. I've been sitting by the fireplace with this a lot.\"\n\n*Katherine quickly turns to Alde as he mentioned a beard, smearing snow on his face.*\n\n\"A beard? You look better clean shaven.\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "\"Yeah, its refreshing to think they're doing alright.\"\n\n*He would shift a little, as he glanced at the fire, watching it dance for a moment, as he waited for the water to heat up, and begin to boil. He wiped the snow away, nodding as he glanced to her, with a raised eyebrow.*\n\n\"You... Think so? Maybe I won't grow one then. It was something I thought might look pretty nice, but, if you think so, I won't try it.\"\n\n*He said with a soft laugh, as he leaned into his seat.*\n\n\"Its... Weird not being with family for the holiday.\"\n\n*He admitted, not realizing how hard the conversation might be for Katherine. He felt like he should remember something in the moment, but he struggled to figure out what he was forgetting in the moment.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*Nodding, Katherine grabs the kettle as it whistles, pouring the hot water into each cup, soon filled with hot steaming cocao, rich with the color of freshly cast bronze.*\n\n\"Might be me, but I don't really like beards. Never was a fan of them.\"\n\n*The captain blew softly on the chocolate, pursing her lips to gently cool it down and not splash it onto the nearby snow. Alde with a beard... That would be a sight to see. A funny one, certainly.*\n\n\"What is it like, being with family for the holiday?\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "\"That's fair, beards aren't everyone's thing.\"\n\n*He would nod as he looked at the cup, blowing on it, as he shifted a little in his seat. How does one explain this?*\n\n\"Well... For me, I was the sixth born child, so family gatherings were larger than most might see. But, it was nice, even if it was just my close family of my siblings, and parents. Gathering to spend time with each other, well, most of us. Haven't seen my sister in ages now, one year she just sort of... Disappeared, left home one day to try and convince some thugs from harassing us all the time...\"\n\n*He thought of the actual holidays since then. Always wondering.*\n\n\"Aside of the never knowing, it's been... Fairly joyous times, gift giving, and seeing people I typically don't see anymore. It means a lot to me, and it sucks I missed out this year.\""
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{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*In the coming weeks, Alde would spend much of his free time with Katherine, or at least, as much as she'd like to spend with him, he didn't want to feel like he was pressuring her by being around her a lot. Though, he would check in on his campsite everyday. And he tended to spend at least an hour back at his campsite a day, usually hiding himself into his forge tent, to make something. At least, that was what he did the first two weeks or so. Then he kept his trips to his campsite rather short, and just did things around his hometown of Arquenay.*\n\n*Of course, being the uneducated man he was, he had missed valentine's day, by several weeks now... Which he felt guilty about, since, well, he hadn't really ever had a relationship before, where it was even remotely like what he was in now. But, better late than never he supposed, and finally took Katherine out to his family's farm, to introduce her to them, and well... Something else, he had planned.*\n\n\"Its not much of a place, but... I hope you like it.\"\n\n*He said, glancing towards her with a soft smile. In hindsight, he realized he really should've introduced her sooner, but oops. Least he was now.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*As Katherine stood in front of Alde's farm, she couldn't help but be nervous. The meeting with Ale's aunt and uncle had gone... Not so well. It's not like she was wearing anything nice either. Then again, these __were__ farming people, and she wasn't a vampire anymore. Perhaps this one would be fine.*\n\n*Though that didn't stop the worry, and she grasped Alde's hand, rubbing her thumb along it.*\n\n\"So uh, I finally get to meet Mom and Dad Glydenstier... I really can never get that name right.\"\n\n*The Captain didn't mind that her blond boyfriend has forgotten Valentine's. Truth be told, each one had left an ache in her heart, all but this one. For once, she had someone she could look forward to seeing over and over and over again.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He would pause a moment on the walk, when he noticed she was a little nervous, and he gently squeezed her hand reassuringly, as he had a little, laugh hearing her still struggle with his name. He would think of the right thing to say, and his smile grew when he had the words formed.*\n\n\"Well, my mom, my dad, and probably my brothers. But... They'll like you. You're one of the best people I know, and you've helped me a lot. I'd even bet you'll be like family.\"\n\n*He tensed a little, at his last comment, his cheeks burning, as he got a little nervous, and scratched the back of his neck, feeling a little awkward.*\n\n\"I mean... Like, you know uh... If you want.\"\n\n*And, he started to walk again, the farm steadily coming into view. It was about 1200 square foot, with plenty of land set ripe for farming, In the center was a little house, probably not much bigger than what was needed to raise Alde's four brothers, and his still MIA sister. Maybe a little worn down, from hard times, but still thriving in a way.*\n\n*In fact, looks like his parents, and presumably a few of his brothers were working the field today, preparing it for the season's harvest as a whole.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Thanks, Alde.\"\n\n*Kathy gave him a reassuring squeeze. Everything would be fine.*\n\n\"So they're like you huh?\"\n\n*Katherine began to walk with Aldeberto, completely oblivious to his comment about being like family. Her inexperience with romantic wording certainly wasn't helping. The captain instead focused her attention to the land around her. A small house, surrounded by a sea of farmland. The woman stared in awe. She had never really seen much farmland; after all, her family was noble, and most of her hunts were in the woods.*\n\n\"Woah... Is that your family right there?\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He smiled back when he felt her reassuring squeeze in return, and nodded, as he looked at his old home, with a soft, sigh of memory searching as a whole. He would clear his mind of the past, and felt happy to see Katherine looking at his home with awe.*\n\n\"Yeah, welcome to the Seidel Farm. It was one of the few things my Grandfather kept hold over, from before... Whatever incident he had. This was my whole world for most of my life. Well, that and Arquenay, but that was on holidays mostly.\"\n\n*He glanced into the field, with a small smile, and nodded. He immediately recognized at least two of them, as his parents, and had a rough idea who else was there.*\n\n\"Yeah, that looks like my mom and dad from here.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"What are they harvesting now? Wheat?\"\n\n*Katherine raised her hand to wave, then decided to refrain from doing so. She wasn't even sure if Alde had told his family about her. How would they receive her? Would she be what they expected? She __was__ 5 years older than he was, after all.*\n\n\"I don't think you've told me about your family too much. Who else is there?\"\n\n*The captain dragged a hand through the stalks, like soft feathers flowing through her hand. She smiled, looking at the golden grass part in her hand.*\n\n\"And to think that this is what makes bread...\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He glanced at the field, for a moment, to confirm that, yeah they were harvesting wheat this season.*\n\n\"Yeah, that'd be wheat.\"\n\n*He thought about the fact he hadn't really talked much of his family and he felt a bit bad about that. His memories of childhood popped up again, and he took a moment to describe everyone.*\n\n\"Well... By the looks of it that'd be my brother, Kristopher. Looks like Klaus, Gustav. Klaus is the oldest of my brothers, and Kris is the youngest, after me of course. Guess they stayed in town, after I left.\"\n\n*He'd think a little, seeing if he directly recognized anyone else, but it wasn't ringing any bells. So he figured, maybe they were hired hands. He just smiled, and watched as Katherine ran a hand through the stalks, and he shook his head playfully.*\n\n\"Yeah, its pretty interesting.\""
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{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Oh, you have a sister? Where is she now?\"\n\n*Katherine tried to wonder what having siblings would be like. Sure, she wasn't truly lonely at any time during her childhood, but she did wonder what it would be like to have another sibling.*\n\n*Though, her thoughts soon shifted as Alde's mother came up. Her footsteps slowed, letting the blond walk in front of her. What was she like? How would she take her son having a girlfriend?*\n\n\"Oh, uh, hi there!\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "\"Last I had known, my sister left with a group of bandits that often stole from us. Think a former rival of my grandfather hired them to damage what they could of our income. They stopped that day, but, guards were also supposedly dispatched a few days later.\"\n\n*He said, thinking of those days. His mind wandering a little. As his mother approached, she was clad in a white vest and shorts, with some sort of wolf-skin cape on the back, sprign may be here, but the weather was still chilly to some after all. She was armed with a hunting bow and quiver strapped onto her back. Likely, she kept it on her in case of trouble. And then there were the tattos she had, on her face and arms to note.*"
},
{
"author": "Charlyne Nordika Seidel",
"message": "\"I thought that I had recognized my son walking home. Hello, miss. My name's Charlyne, you must be one of my son's mercenaries?\"\n\n*She asked, with a vague Mentian accent, looking over the two, and a large smile forms as she notices their handholding. She wraps an arm over Alde, and attempted to do the same with Kath to force her son, and his girlfriend into a very friendly hug.*\n\n\"Oh! More than that. I am so proud of you, Alde. Finding an attractive woman to settle down with!\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*Course, now the Blonde is embarrassed, and stuttering like crazy in the moment, having a hard time to form words, and just relaxes into the embrace. After all, he had barely seen his family since the attempt on his life at the Dungeon Spa those months back.*"
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{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Ouch. Not on such good terms then huh?\"\n\n*'Traitor' echoed in Katherine's mind. She never turned back on those she trusted, and she could never even think about it to something as precious as family.*\n\n*Though her thoughts shifted to the woman in front of her. She didn't look quite like a farmer; definitely a hunter, in fact. The tattoos on her face reminded Katherine of her own markings once; ones which had not been present in quite some time.*\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\n*Katherine was confused at first. Mercenary? Quite the opposite; if anything, Katherine would be doing the ordering around. She then saw the woman's gaze move to their held hands, and saw her understand.*\n\n\"Oh, you're too kind, Mrs. Charlyne!\"\n\n*Katherine obliges, returning the hug and blushing at the compliment.*\n\n\"I'm Katherine, it's nice to finally see you!\""
},
{
"author": "Charlyne Nordika Seidel",
"message": "\"Likewise. I didn't even know my son had found love. Though, he hasn't been around as much lately, I can see why now.\"\n\n*She said with a light tease, and soft laugh. She let go of the two of them, and looked over Katherine, with her smile growing.*\n\n\"You can just call me Charlyne. Tell me, how did you meet my son? Have you been dating long?\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*About now, is when Alde finally composes himself, and he made a slightly awkward cough, scratching the back of his neck, as he just tried to find words to say in the moment. So, he decided to just let the two talk in the moment as it is.*"
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{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*Katherine joined Charlyne in the laugh, blushing slightly.*\n\n\"Well, I'm a part of New Sunlight, if you know about the guild. I met him as I was teaching a class. We sparred a bit — he's quite good — and I invited him over for some coffee. One meeting turned into another, and six months later, well, here we are.\"\n\n*Katherine smiles sheepishly, looking back to Alde with loving eyes before turning her attention back to Charlyne.*\n\n\"Though I will say, I had to practically wave the flag in his face to get him to realize!\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He smiled back at Katherine when she gave him loving eyes, and patted her back. He chuckled embarrassedly, when he heard Katherine's comment of how blind he had been about the whole thing, and he rubbed the back of his neck.*\n\n\"Y-yeah... It uh... Wasn't my finest moment.\"\n\n*He said with a soft chuckle, and cleared his throat.*\n\n\"Though its been the best months of my life.\""
},
{
"author": "Charlyne Nordika Seidel",
"message": "*She listened to the two speak, for a moment her smile growing as she nodded a little. She made a smirk as she noticed her son's embarrassed nature, and being a true mother, had a few questions needing asked now.*\n\n\"So... When are you two getting married? Will I see grandchildren?\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"It's fine, I was trying to be subtle. I like you this way.\"\n\n*The Captain leaned her head on Alde's shoulder. However, that was soon to change with the mention of marriage. Katherine looked at her black boots, turning red as a beet.*\n\n\"I-uh-we-we don't-uh-\"\n\n*This was far too soon. Just getting to know the parents and she was already asking these questions? Sure, they had been intimate, but in no way was she prepared for children.*\n\n*Though her dream of them was still there.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He relaxed as he feld onto Katherine, and tensed a little, at the subject of children, letting off an awkward cough, as he looked at the sky, as if for a silent prayer ot the gods for help in this moment. Course, with no answer, he merely just, took what his mind came up with for an answer.*\n\n\"W-well... Uh... W-we haven't quite talked about all that... We're just taking it a day at a time for now. But uh... Maybe someday.\""
},
{
"author": "Charlyne Nordika Seidel",
"message": "*She seemed satisfied enough with her son's answers, and nodded, as she turned to look back at the farm. No doubt looking for any wildlife pests that might be encroaching quietly in the background.*\n\n\"That's good enough for me. Well, you're welcome to wander the fields, or head inside and make something to drink. Alde, you know where we keep everything.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*The blond definitely kept his composure better than Kathy did. She was still a fumbling mess by the time Charlyne invited them inside. No matter how much she dreamt about the future, having it brought up in conversation fried her mind.*\n\n\"So, uh, inside?\"\n\n*Katherine rubbed the back of her head, trying to regain composure.*\n\n\"Does she mean alcohol or something else?\"\n\n*'He hasn't seen me drink yet.'*\n\n*Katherine knew she couldn't handle alcohol; one beer and she was completely out of her mind. Two and she would probably throw up.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He'd just be glad to have recovered himself in the moment enough to actually do something productive instead of just stand there, a fumbling mess alongside Katherine in the moment. Not that there was anything wrong with that of course.*\n\n\"Yeah, its not much inside, but its... Home.\"\n\n*He laughed when he heard Kathy ask if his mother refered to alcohol, as he stepped inside. He shook his head, and walked over to the stove, throwing some lumber inside, along with some kindling. Then, he lit the fire, to let it start catching light and warming the room.*\n\n\"Oh, no! My mother would kill me if I broke into her private stash. She just meant, like, some tea. We have plenty of it here, one of the few drinks my dad would allow himself, after... Everything with my grandfather's status & wealth was lost, when he was young.\"\n\n*He would look into a few cupboards, taking out a tea kettle, going to prepare some tea.*"
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{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"That's fair. I never really knew my grandparents myself. Just my mother and father.\"\n\n*Though she winced slightly at the mention of her parents, she noticed it didn't sting as much. It did get her thinking though. What __were__ her grandparents like? Probably dead.*\n\n\"I... I'm not too sure how receptive your family would be of that part of me...\"\n\n*Memories flooded back of her earlier days. 10 years as a vampire. Over a third of her life. All the pain, all the loneliness... She just hoped that the curse wouldn't be back to bite her now.*\n\n\"It'll be fine though, right?\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He would reach over, to give her back a few reassuring pats, as he listened to her speak of her own family. He smiled softly, as he offered her a cup of tea. He wasn't immediately certain of what to say, though he would do his best to just be supportive.*\n\n\"I don't think they'd really care much. It isn't who you are now. We've all had our bad moments in the past.\"\n\n*He said, giving her a small hug, careful not to bump the cup of tea he gave her. He thought of things to say, something to change the subject, to something more cheerful.*\n\n\"It will be fine. I am sure of that much. You know, we've talked a lot of my good moments, you got any you want to share about when you were growing up? Or any good stories you might have, would work.\""
},
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"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| [El Cid Rod] GMKIRAYY** Leveled up!\n **|** Extra rewards were added for missing levels"
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{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Ah, the one that wants grandkids? Others are busy out there maybe?\"\n\n*Katherine smiled, setting the tea down and rubbing her hands together.*\n\n\"I get to learn *All* The secrets! Of Aldeberto Gyldenstein-Bartholomew McLean the Third!\"\n\n*Bending over in laughter, Katherine chuckles at her attempt at pronouncing the blond's name.*\n\n\"How did it ever get so long?"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He would nod a little when she commented that maybe the others were busy.*\n\n\"Most of my brothers aren't very talkative, its also possible they are just here to work these days, and then leave for the day once they are done. Maybe Kris will join us, he is a bit more talkative than the others.\"\n\n*He laughed a little, with a playful nervousness when she rubbed her hands together, and shook his head in amusement at her horrific butchering of his name. Sadly, he has heard worse than that over the years.*\n\n\"Eh, close enough. Definitely heard worse out there. As for the length, well, its because the Gyldenstierne is the... I guess you'd call it the part of the branch of the family we descend from. We stem from the original Seidel.\"\n\n*He noticed the door open, and his mother enter with a nod.*"
},
{
"author": "Charlyne Nordika Seidel",
"message": "\"As the story goes he was the kindest man you'd ever meet, give you the shirt off his back, and his last coppers during an economic crisis. His only real flaw is he spoke up about injustices, and an ancient noble didn't appreciate this person gaining popularity, at his own corruption's expense. One thing lead to another, and eventually he became a drunkard when his family was murdered. Depending which chunk of the Seidels you ask, why they were murdered changes, my husband's part believes it was due to long, long overdue taxes, and to shut him up.\"\n\n*She took a cup of tea, and joined the two, taking a drink.*"
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{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*The captain nodded as Alde's mother explained his bluntness; fortunately, while Aldeberto was completely oblivious to social cues at times, was tactful.*\n\n\"Support magic is one that I never really got the hang of. Odd thing, considering I'm a leader in New Sunlight. It's probably from all my experience working alone.\"\n\n\"Ah, goblins? We raided a goblin den once. Nasty little things; only good goblin is a dead one. Can't leave any of them alive; they're like rats with how quickly they can come back. If you need a group of them exterminated, you can always just ask.\"\n\n*Katherine remembered that day, Aldeberto with halberd raised, hesitating. She understood; it was sometimes difficult to justify actions against the young. But she had learned from experience than you couldn't leave a single one alive, lest they grow a mind for vengeance.*\n\n*And hence, they were turned to ashes.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He hesitated a little when he heard Katherine speak up about the goblins, remembering the day. He still felt guilty about it, as it was. He still wasn't sure it had been the right call butchering them like they had, but he knew he couldn't say it was incorrect to have done what was needed in the moment.*"
},
{
"author": "Charlyne Nordika Seidel",
"message": "*She raised an eyebrow, when she heard Katherine mention being a New Sunlight leader, rather impressed with her son more in the moment than she had been prior. It seemed like a good sign to her, and she was happy her son had found someone who seemed quite good for him as a whole.*\n\n\"Not everyone is skilled at the same things when it comes to magic. I knew someone who could cast some of the most powerful spells, but couldn't for the life of him actually do anything that didn't involve casting the simplest of spells oriented for peaceful things, starting fires and such.\"\n\n\"Then there's some people who simply aren't capable of much of anything magical, but happen to be extraordinarily better than the average person in their own ways. It is quite fascinating in a way.\""
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"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*Katherine saw Aldeberto's look in her peripherals, and refrained from bringing it up. It would have its own time and place.*\n\n*Though a stoic expression is soon taken over by a flustered one as Katherine feels her face heat up, brushing her hair behind her ear to try and play it off.*\n\n\"Well uh, I first met him when I was teaching a class at New Sunlight. We sparred a bit and, well...\"\n\n*The Captain blanked out for a brief moment before remembering.*\n\n\"Ah, that's right. A coffee and a little snack. I think I was the one approaching him; I don't think he was able to realize I was trying to hit on him.\"\n\n*Kathy let out a shy chuckle, realizing now just how silly she sounded.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He remained quiet after their glances about the Mineral Spa Incident. He agreed it would have its own time and place, and coughed a little, awkwardly when he heard his mother ask more about how they ended up as a couple, and he stammered a little.*\n\n\"Y-yeah, it uh... Went like that.\"\n\n*He said, rubbing the back of his neck a little, as he just thought of that day. His cheeks burned a bit, as he heard that Katherine had been trying to hit on him back then, and his eyes widened as he just... Blanked with this information.*\n\n\"O-oh... I guess I really didn't... Uh, think about that back then... I just...\"\n\n*He chuckled nervously, and embarrassedly.*"
},
{
"author": "Charlyne Nordika Seidel",
"message": "*His mother watched the two practically squirm in embarrassment in the moment, as they told the story of how they sort of ended up in a rather adorable little story, and she smirked a little, with a laugh.*\n\n\"Somehow, I think that might be the most fitting way Alde could ever have ended up getting a relationship. So... Love at first sight sort of then? I'm assuming you had to basically lay it all out to him, for him to even understand anything about it.\"\n\n*She said with a small laugh, feeling like she had guessed pretty well, and poor Alde's cheeks just burned more, as he was still... Alde.Exe is not responding.*"
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"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*Katherine gave Alde a light, playful punch in the arm, turning red. So he really had not gotten __any__ of the hints she had given him?*\n\n\"You dummy!\"\n\n*Turning back to Charlyne, the captain rolled her eyes a little at her lover's appareny lack of awareness.*\n\n\"It wasn't quite... Ok, yeah, it was. I actually wasn't looking for love at the time, but I think my heart had other ideas. And for the best, too.\"\n\n*A loving look is given to the blond, before burying her face in her hands.*\n\n\"Gods that sounds so weird...\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He playfully rubbed where she punched his arm. He chuckled a little awkwardly, as he rubbed the back of his neck, and admittedly felt pretty dumb in the moment for not having seen the signs. He smiled when Katherine gave him a loving look, and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her a little closer with his smile growing.*\n\n\"Well I uh...\"\n\n*He thought of possibly saying something, but lost his thought in the moment, when he heard her comment of how weird it sounded and... He couldn't deny that it did indeed seem really weird in hindsight.*\n\n\"Well... Uh, if I don't ask now, I might forget to do this later...\"\n\n*He removed his arm temporarily from Katherine, as he got down to one knee. His cheeks burning brightly, as he gulped down a slightly nervous breath, and sppoke.*\n\n\"Katherine... You... You've given me some of the best few months of my life ever since I met you, and especially once we started dating, and it took me a long while to think of a gift that meant as much as your gift to me was, and... I thought that, the best gift I could ever give you, is a family... My family. Would you... Marry me?\"\n\n*He reached into his pocket, to reveal a golden ring, with a small diamond upon its middle. Engraved on the front side of the ring is the carved images of a Greatsword pointing towards the gem socketed into the ring, from both the left and right sides. Its now probably rather easy to guess why Alde went back to his camp every day for an hour. Likely working up the courage to ask, and to make this ring, and to then make it a work of art.*"
},
{
"author": "Charlyne Nordika Seidel",
"message": "*Charlyne was amused by Katherine's playful punch, and found it cute when Alde pulled her close. Before growing speechless at how wonderfully wholesome his proposal was, and she looked between the two, a grin forming, as she nodded her head in approval.*"
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"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*It had been a few weeks, and alde had begun to notice a gradual change in his fiancee's demeanor. At first he thought it was something she was going to handle on her own, so he decided not to talk about it... At least that was how it started. He spent his days out in his campsite outside of town, tending to the small bounty of crops, and then doing some light blacksmithing work for the townsfolk so he was usually busy enough that he didn't really think about it.*\n\n*Course, once the second week of this gradual change started, he decided to try and talk about it, but, each time he wanted to talk, he found the words lost to him. Now with a third week having passed, well... He did his crop tending, then went to the inn they were staying at, knocking before entering.*\n\n*Giving her a few seconds, he braced himself for whatever might transpire in the conversation ahead. And once he entered, he just went with the first words that came to mind.*\n\n\"Are you okay? Did I... Did I do something wrong? If so I'm sorry, I don't know what I did, but I'll both make it up to you, and do better hence forth.\"\n\n*And that was how he found himself, just sort of babbling things out as he tried to communicate with Katherine. That lack of proper relationship experience, truly kicking him in the moment.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*It had been three weeks since it flared up again.*\n\n*After being dormant for years after she fought the war within her mind, the curse of death returned. It threatened to eat away at her, taking away what made her, her. So she had to combat it with everything that she had.*\n\n*The captain was busy reading through yet another book, on spirits and domains. Never in her life had she studied this hard, and of spiritual texts, nonetheless. She had decided not to rely on the mysterious Lily that appeared; she always relied on herself, after all.*\n\n*She didn't hear the first knock, taking a second for her to realize Alde was at the door.*\n\n\"Come in.\"\n\n*Katherine was confused at his words. Did Alde do anything wrong? Her expression clearly showed confusion, but not shock. Her face was rather calm and thinking compared to perhaps 6 months prior, where it would have been much more concerned.*\n\n\"I don't think so. You've been pretty much perfect the entire time. Maybe it takes a try or two to get things through, but nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?\"\n\n*The fire macen's words were straightforward and to the point, lacking warmth and caring. If Katherine from before was a fresh, hot roll straight from the oven, smeared with butter, then right now she was just completely ordinary, cold, even.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He watched her confused look, and his own brows furrowed in confusion, and his look shared his perplexed state. He felt even more confused hearing her confirming, but cold words. He blinked a few times as he felt her response echo in his mind, and tilted his head.*\n\n\"But you... You've gotten so... So... Cold lately. You don't spend as much time around me, or... Anyone that I'm aware of...?\"\n\n*He started to say. Only growing more confused in the moment as he tried to explain.*\n\n\"So I must have... Done something to cause it...?\"\n\n*He just looked at her, as he rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't even know what else could possibly be the culprit of her mood changing.*\n\n\"There's... Nothing else, least that I can think of... Am I... Really not the cause...?\""
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"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*Now both of them were confused. As to who was more confused, she did not know.*\n\n\"...Cold? Well, I have had to study a bit more. No, it's not you. For sure. I'm just a little busier nowadays.\"\n\n*Katherine briefly turned back to her book, before setting it down and sitting up. She should probably tell him.*\n\n\"Actually, uh, can we talk for a bit? It's not about you, I promise. It's about me, and... A problem I had. Since I was a kid.\"\n\n*The captain's expression is slightly concerned, but only slightly. Only a touch of her usual nervousness when around him was present.*"
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He seemed more confused when she confirmed it wasn't caused by him, and instead being that she was just busier. His eyes flickered to the book she had, before she set it down, and sat up. As she asked to talk... It set off some concerns for him, and a few scenarios no doubt were running in his mind, before she promised it was about her. And that... Confused him. He tried to recall things she talked about with her past.*\n\n\"About... You...? I think I recall you mentioned your childhood... But not too much?\"\n\n*He asked, and he sat beside her, pull her into an embrace with an arm. To show he was there for her, for whatever she had to tell him... Even if he didn't actually know what it was just yet.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"I mentioned that I was cursed once. Being able to heal wounds quickly and all that. But, that's not the full truth.\"\n\n*Katherine leans into the embrace, resting her head on Alde's shoulder. Seems that no matter cold she seemed to be, in the end, she still cared.*\n\n\"I didn't want to detract from your own nobility... But I'm one too. Or at least, I used to be. My family was attacked and killed by cultists, and I was the only one who managed to escape. And I was 'blessed' with this.\"\n\n*Extending a hand away from Alde, the Captain focused her hate into her hand. Sharp claws soon formed as her arm and forearm turned a dark shade of purple, almost demonic or lich-like in nature. No doubt, no mistake; death magic.*\n\n\"I thought I got rid of it years ago. Before I met you. I went through a holy ritual in order to cleanse myself of it. That's why I've never mentioned it before. I don't know why, but it's been getting stronger and stronger. Now, it threatens to eat me and my fire magic all up. That's why I've been studying so much. I want to be able to cast fire with the soul, rather than just the arcane arts.\"\n\n*She leaned deeper into Alde. Her face was that of solemnness, and was almost stone faced.*\n\n\"I want to cry; no, I want to be *Able* To cry. But I can't. I want to let it out and scream, but I can't. I want to be scared. I keep telling myself that I am, but I'm not. It just feels like I'm working, working, working.\""
},
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"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He listened to her speak of the past. He nodded at the commentary of having been cursed, as he recalled vaguely in the moment about that.*\n\n\"You are... Or were? That would mean you have a stronger claim than I would... My own claimant comes from my grandfather being a baron, and my father never got to inherit that title from him.\"\n\n*He seems to be taken aback by that comment. The thought that the love of his life was a noble-woman. Or well, was when she was younger. His eyes lit up a little, as she rose her arm, and the effects of dark magics would flicker in his mind temporarily. It was strangely... Beautiful in its own way. He shook his head to clear his thought however.*\n\n\"Well... Whatever it is. I will be there for you through out it all. I don't know much of death magic, or of using one's soul to truly harness magic... Well I guess I *Do* In a way, given I have a connection to summoning.\"\n\n*He held her a bit more possessively as she leaned deeper and deeper into him, and he knew for sure what he would do, even if he was unaware of how he would.*\n\n\"As how you feel... I wish I could say I know how it feels. I don't think I've ever truly felt anything so shaken to my core like you are experience to give input... But I will help you however I can... Even if I am... Unsure how much that will be, or can even mean...\""
},
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"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"I... Don't know. I haven't visited that old house ever since it happened. I was 14. I'm 26 now. I've been on the run and hunting down the cultists who were responsible. At least you had the chance to take it back. By now that land is probably long gone. I haven't paid it any attention. All that's been on my mind was hunting down those damn Kozartists.\"\n\n*Katherine looked to Alde in the corner of her eye as he seemed to be taken aback by her being a noblewoman, and a dry smile appears on her face.*\n\n\"Surprise. I'm the last living member of the Vayne Barony. Inheritor of a fire spirit as well.\"\n\n*Katherine pointed to the massive, double bladed battleaxe casually resting in the room.*\n\n\"That's the source right there. Apparently there's a servant who lived, Lily. She gave me that axe, which belonged to my father. I remember seeing it a few times hung up in the display room.\"\n\n*She snuggled up to him, deeply, enjoying his warmth. The captain was cool to the touch; not something that was common considering her usual passion.*\n\n\"I think a little fighting might do me some good. I know it's selfish to go now, considering what we've been planning and all, but, I feel like I need to solve this first. I want to love you with all my heart, passionately. Not this unfeeling, cold lump of meat that looks like Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne. That's my mother's name, and my middle name. I used it as an alter ego for some time.\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "\"Well, even still, you have claimant by direct blood, even if the land is over taken, or been swept up by someone. My grandfather ruled over a hundred years ago, so my claimant must surely mean incredibly little now... But maybe you're right. I suppose I do have a chance at reclaiming the glory I never knew myself...\"\n\n*He mused on his own wants and wishes for a moment, before he looked towards the massive battleaxe she had resting. He felt like he hadn't noticed it before, and looked between her and said axe for a few moments.*\n\n\"That must be why I've not noticed it before then... Also inheritor of a fire spirit?\"\n\n*He seemed surprised by that knowledge, and looked at her in thought for a few moments.*\n\n\"Then, the dark magics is it... From your connection to the spiritual and other realms...?\"\n\n*He asked, thinking he had heard of mages who had such a connection, similar to his own, except it was more... Internal. And affected them alone. No ally spirit at their side, not in the same sense least.*\n\n\"Lily? I'm not familiar with the name. You must have re-connected very recently then?\"\n\n*He tensed a little at the talk of fighting doing her good, conflicted, as he thought over how he could help in that endeavor. For once he didn't really feel like fighting more. At least, not currently. He felt the flame of battle so dimmed, and the idea of the future, his focus, and thus was quiet and slow to respond.*\n\n\"I... Well, if combat is something you think would be good, then I would be okay with you... Or us going out to fight something, maybe.\"\n\n*He's trying to be genuine and help her, but part of his feels conflicted on the idea of going with her. Yet... He also sort of wanted to go with her, and he wasn't so sure how to talk about it, or help in this regard.*"
},
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"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Maybe I'll reclaim it and join it with yours.\"\n\n*Katherine nodded, looking at the axe, then back to Alde.*\n\n\"I'd show you the spirit, but I don't want to burn down the place. I was cursed with the dark magic. I never wanted it. Who would? It's disgusting.\"\n\n*Nodding, the captain would snuggle into Alde a little more, resting her head on his lap.*\n\n\"She's an old servant. I still don't quite remember who she is, though she seems quite familiar. In fact, I've forgotten quite a lot. Only fragments and pieces.\"\n\n\"Yeah. I plan to go down to Siui and fight for the new Southern League. The Kozartists are trying to establish something there, and I don't like it. I'd like it if you'd come with me... But you don't have to if you don't want to. You do have responsibilities here, after all.\""
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"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "\"I'll get you some mead, and a water, just incase.\"\n\n*He promised, and continued to play with her hair a little, relaxing.*\n\n\"If you want to go, I think you should go. I just... Don't know if I am comfortable fighting in another country, especially one that's... As far as it is. It is quite the trip. But... If you do really want to go, I'll certainly follow you there, and make sure you arrive safely, at the very least. I don't know if I'll want to stick around afterwards but... Least making sure you arrive there safely would do my heart a lot of good. I'd be worried about you traveling through Mentia or Kadho given their... Little wars going on.\"\n\n*He felt himself just absolutely start to babble, and wasn't sure if he could even stop himself. And he wasn't even sure how she would react to his thoughts thus far, just that he was going to be as supportive as he felt like he could manage for her. He wanted to be the best future husband he could be, and felt like this was a good start. He just... Hoped she understood his line of thinking.*\n\n*Eventually, he began to rise to his feet.*\n\n\"I should uh... Get the food, before we get too hungry though.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"You do know Siui is at war too?\"\n\n*Katherine sat up so she wouldn't be dropped onto the floor by Alde standing, stretching and yawning, then standing up and grabbing his hand.*\n\n\"Hey, Alde.\"\n\n*She leaned in for a small kiss, their lips touching briefly, but more than just a small peck.*\n\n\"Thank you. For checking up on me.\""
},
{
"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "\"Well, yeah I... I know it is at war, with Mentia, and Ie if I recall? But... I...\"\n\n*He felt pretty awful with the response, though seeing her grab his hand, lean in, and plant the kiss reassured him he was least on the right tracks. And that meant a lot in the moment. His smile returning even if a bit weaker than before he just stood there a moment, lovingly admiring Katherine, with his smile slowly growing back to its full size. Momentarily, he set an arm around her, lovingly as he enjoyed the addition to their moment.*\n\n\"Yeah, don't mention it. It was good to talk like this.\"\n\n*He walked towards the door, glancing back at her, feeling better than the immediate moments prior.*\n\n\"I... I do genuinely mean it when I say I'll give it some real thought.\"\n\n*He promised again, before opening the door to step through it, to go get their food.*\n\n\"Before I go get the food, anything you want to add or?\""
},
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"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"With everyone, to be honest. Kadho, the Southern League, and Mentia.\"\n\n*Katherine followed Alde to the door, stopping at the entrance.*\n\n\"Nothing more. Just know that you'll have a little present waiting for you after dinner.\"\n\n*A smirk was on her face as she leaned against a doorframe.*"
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"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Coming! Watch the door-\"\n\n*Katherine opened the door slowly, immediately taking some of the load off of Alde so he wouldn't spill. She had changed clothes, a simple low cut black tank top and pajama shorts.*"
},
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"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He would smile softly as she opened the door and took one of the trays from him. The tray she had taken had most of the food she requested. The Hamburger steak, eggs, toast, gravy, and the cheese. His own had the remaining parts, the broccoli, the cheese and pie. It seemed like he chose a nice, Blueberry Pie by the smell of it. Then was his own meal, a bowl of what seemed to be a Macaroni & Cheese, a bit of roasted chicken, and the flagons of wine, and some water. All in all, he was choosing a lighter meal for himself, but the pie did look quite filling.*\n\n\"Appreciated. I think that's everything? If not I can...\"\n\n*He grew a little quiet noticing her change of clothes, and his cheeks burned a little as he noted it.*\n\n\"You uh... Look good... Well. You *Always* Look good if you ask me. But, especially now. And I can get some more if we aren't fully satisfied with our meal in the end.\""
},
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"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*Katherine began to salivate as she saw the food on the tray, and carefully set it down on the table. She arranged the utensils properly, and poured the wine into two chalices.*\n\n\"This should be enough food for now. And don't get too hung over this. Your gift later is going to look even better.\""
},
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"author": "Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel",
"message": "*He smiled, and nodded as he took his seat at the table.*\n\n\"I thought it should be enough, so here's hoping.\"\n\n*He said, as he got comfortable into the chair, and hummed softly, as he set his fork into his macaroni, and lifted his chalice to take a sip of the wine.*\n\n\"Anything you want to talk about while we have dinner?\"\n\n*He decided to ask.*"
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"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*The Blooming Lotus. Once a simple restaurant, stationed in New Salvania, small, cozy, and overall humble. However, in less than a year, Hu Lang's business had exploded, funds going through the roof. The three summons weren't able to handle it by herself, so much so that she need to hire some employees. Mainly, other oriates, who she taught how to magically infuse flavor in the food as well. The restaurant now boasted wide rooms packed with seating areas, an entire three floors, with the bottom two floors being for customers to eat and mingle about. Bright lights filled the rooms with light, giving off a warm atmosphere. Bamboo lined the area, giving the place a little scenery.*\n\n*At least one thing was consistent. It was always less busy at night. People had to head home because it was dark, and also a request from the okamimi herself. She __was__ pretty dang busy nowadays.*"
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"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_He had never been to The Blooming Lotus. Almann had heard many rumours of it's recent success and fame and was glad that he finally got the change to explore it. He was clean now, the bathhouse nearest seemed to be empty as well. Almann would walk into the restaurant, waiting for someone to show him to a seat, or to bump into the others._\n\n_Beyond just being hungry, he also wanted good drink and a place to smoke. He wondered if they allowed a pipe inside, some places don't after all. Regardless, it was important to take some time to rest before he attempted to rank up in the guild. As the lowest rank in New Sunlight, Almann had been handed some impressively difficult and high level quests. Hopefully this would allow him to rank up more than once, or perhaps speed up the process to the rank above page._\n\n_In the meantime, he fiddles with a bronze, boxed shaped trinket with his hands._"
},
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*During the past year, Sirdan has been busy adventuring. While he has been busy the past month, he never deviated from his original route to Hu Lang's restaurant. Sirdan stopped right in front of the restaurant.* \n\n\"Oh... Didn't know they had a renovation.\" *Sirdan said in awe, looking at the restaurant's floors, and then followed after Almann - and possibly Katherine.* \n\n*He looked around for his companions. Sirdan was in casual clothing, with his armor off, only carrying his favorite falchion by his sides.* \n\n\"Hey! Almann! You seen Katherine around?\""
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"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann shakes his head and continues to fiddle with the trinket._\n\n\"Unfortunately no, she seems the type to skip out on such things. Though, I don't think she will now. Call it a hunch.\"\n\n_He presses a series of small mechanical buttons, rotates a few discs, turns some of the edges (which were free flowing), and a small hiss and unlocking sound engaged from the trinket itself, opening up one of it's top holes. The trinket itself was inspired by the works of some of the deep lora Almann had visited on a business trip. Deep lora were exceptionally skilled craftsman, often isolated, and often left with a lot of time on their hands. Trinkets such as these would keep them busy in times where they had nothing to do on their extensive expeditions in the underground. This specific design was a puzzle that contained something useful in the centre. Sweets, valuables, etc. Could be stored in these small trinkets and kept safe in a hidden spot. Almann had been trying to calibrate and do some test runs with it for some time now._\n\n_While the trinket opened, it still wasn't finished. The opening and empty space in the trinket might give an illusion of an empty container, but there was actually a tiny hidden cog under the lip of the entrance..._\n\n_It clicked several times as Almann turned the cog with his pinky finger before the entire trinket began to, in an orderly fashion, unravel into a flatter shape, revealing the contents within the trinket in a small cup at the centre._\n\n_The valuable contained was one of his rings, forged by the deep lora themselves. A fitting reward for the final test run of his new toy._"
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"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "*The Blooming Lotus has certainly gotten much, much bigger since the last time she had been here. Seems like the quality drink and food brought it up, though she had only tried a little of the former.*\n\n*Katherine would enter the restaurant, soon spotting the dark skinned-macen and the steppe elf. The vampire would wave towards the two as she headed towards them, wearing a simple black shirt and shorts. For some reason though, she still had an armored left arm, legs, and a visor, hiding her eyes.*\n\n\"Hi Sirdan, Almann! Sorry if I'm late.\"\n\n*The macen takes a seat next to her fellow members, and soon spots the odd contraption in Almann's hands, almost glowing with a bronze flame.*\n\n\"Huh, what's that?\""
},
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"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*Meanwhile, the oriate was able to recognize two familiar faces, though one was through her odd choice of wear. The silver-robed oriate strolls over to the three New Sunlight members, holding a notepad.*\n\n\"Hi, welcome to the Blooming Lotus! Glad to see you two again, Sirdan, Katherine. Haven't seen the third though. What would you like to order?\""
},
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan sat down opposite Almann. Luckily, the table was round, so there was room for all three of them without them sitting next to eachother - which would be quite awkward. The elf was dressed in a casual set of white linen shirt and pants, with a sword belt and a falchion, plus a set of daggers - nothing too uncommon.* \n\n\"No worries, we got plenty of time to relax.\" *Sirdan responded to Katherine, and looked at the odd contraption he just took out. Sirdan's eyes were mesmerized, looking at the rotating discs and edges, plus the hissing.* \n\n\"A... Most interesting device. Is this a puzzle of some sort?\" *Sirdan asked, and then turned toward the beautiful, exotic kitsune. Her heterochromatic eyes were rather striking, attractive even. But he's got a fiancee at home. Probably should stop thinking about it.* \n\n*Nothing like food to distract him from the shock of combat.* \n\n\"Hmm... I'd like to eat big, any meat medley today? Oh. Do you have that fancy things they call... Curry?\""
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"author": "ansari",
"message": "Sirdan- \n\n*Sirdan got himself a drink - possibly some orange juice or water of some sort, and turned back to his opinion. He stared into Almann's, and then Katherine's eyes. Then he rested his chin on his hands.*\n\n\"This... Ki- fighting business. Does it faze you?\""
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{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Of course! Would you like it stir fried or in a casserole? And what kind of curry would you like? Any kind in particular?\"\n\n*It seems like the Blooming Lotus seemed to have everything; from many different cultures all around the world.*\n\n*Hu Lang's eats twitch once she hears the first syllable of killing, and twitch again once she hears fighting. The group she was serving... Seemed nervous. Shocked. Not happy customers. She also swears that Katherine looked far different than before. The limb armor was the same, but her hair seemed less vibrant and cut short, and a steel visor covering her eyes? What was that for?*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "*Katherine turns to the oriate, a kind face hidden by a steel visor.*\n\n\"I'll have... I think it's called a Fettuccine Alfredo? And some white wine, if you have any.\n\n\"It does, a little... But I mainly take care of beasts and the like. When doing 'other' work, I try not to think about it. I haven't been doing it of the late. Last time I did it was... I'd say in the late spring, early summer? I also wasn't really eager to get back into the work due to-oh, that's right.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann grins._\n\n\"This? Yes it is a puzzle. A toy of sorts that's popular among lora children and adults alike. I made this one by hand, it took me a couple of weeks to get a grasp of, but these are always good presents. I plan on making more for family back home, they enjoy knickknacks and toys like this one. Usually they have valuables and other things in them, like sweets or valuables. Mine has...\"\n\n_He pulls out a ring with a large gemstone, staring at it for a moment and then staring at the oriate's eyes, and then staring back at the gem. Almann stands up and holds the gem to one of her eyes, assessing both thoroughly and then sitting back down. It seems to perfectly match one of the heterochromic eyes._\n\n\"Your eye matches this gem. You're a lucky lady to have such beautiful eyes, if you ask me. The lora who found this gem looked hundreds of meters below the surface, but little did I know I'd be so fortunate to find something comparable on the surface.\" _Almann smiles._\n\n_He then straightens his demeanour, pockets the ring, and goes back to the matter at hand, recognising the changing atmosphere he decides to be as vague as possible where fighting and killing is concerned._\n\n\"As for food, I'll just get whatever Sirdan's having, and whatever beer is your special today. I'm Almann, by the way...\"\n\n_He then turns to Sirdan._\n\n\"...And as for my experience with such things Sirdan, no, it doesn't really faze me anymore.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Ah. Curry... I'd like something really beefy. Perhaps the cut of the beef with fat and flavour - brisket and short ribs.\" *He said,*\"The yellow type.\" *Sirdan added, and then turned toward Katherine,*\"Fat... Fat... Fatttu... Cinnee... Alfredo? Fatto Chin Alfredo? Huh?\" \n\n*Sirdan looked visibly confused by the name of the dish, but decided to not press on for reasons of sensitivity.*\n\n\"Drinks - I'd like a large glass of orange juice. If that's not in season, just lemon and tea.\" *Sirdan rolled his shoulders, a crack coming from both of it, as he noticed his companions' expression changing for the grim. He surely messed up.* \n\n\"Mmmm... It's what I wanted to be - mostly dealing with wolves, wild beasts and the like. But recently, it's been all people work that's assigned to me. And it is rather... Traumatizing, you know?\" *He placed one hand to his mouth,*\"I strive for the ideal... Of capturing most people rather than having them eh... Yeahed. But I swear, the battlefield for us adventurers is far more deadly than a real one.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*It seems like the newcomer was extremely charismatic. Really did have a way with words. The okamimi's silver tail can be seen wagging behind her as Almann comments on her gem-like eyes.*\n\n\"Alright, so two brisket and short rib medleys, two yellow curries, white wine, and a beer. How about you, Sirdan-san? Anything to drink tonight?\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "*Katherine lets out a small laugh as Sirdan attempts to pronounce the name. She was confused on what it had meant at first as well. Yet it had served as one of her favorite comfort foods, due to its warm, rich taste.*\n\n\"Ah, it's a dish my parents enjoyed. One of my favorites as a child. It's a pasta dish with a thick cream sauce, often served with chicken. Fettucine is the noodle name, and Alfredo is the sauce.\"\n\n*Metal clanks as Katherine shrugs.*\n\n\"Don't ask me why, I don't understand either.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan blinked, and then turned to Tian Hua. Sirdan San? That was not his last name if he recalled... In fact, he doesn't have a last name.* \n\n\"Sirdan... San? Is that a honorific of some sort?\" *He asked, thinking about what to drink,*\"Right. I shouldn't have tea this late. Do you have any of that... Fancy chocolate drink? I heard it is an import. Strangely bitter but sweetened. I'd like to try it out.\" \n\n*He turned toward Katherine next, curious about the dish.* \n\n\"Fettucine... Alfredo. I'd like to try some of that too. Two serving if you have it, please. What should I call you by?\" *Sirdan looked at the fox.*"
}
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{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Ah, yes, it's an honorific. You can call me Tian Hua, or Hu Lang. Whichever suits you.\"\n\n*Aw. He didn't remember her. Shame.*\n\n\"Sure! I believe you are talking about hot chocolate? And two more orders of fettuccine alfredo.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"Actually, I'd like to request some more food please. A ribeye steak, cooked rare, some garlic bread for the table, and a baked potato, please.\"\n\n*She just realized how hungry she really was. Using her vampiric regeneration sapped a lot of her blood reserves; not that they would need much replenishing after today.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"A honorific. Huh. Yes, I would like my hot chocolate please.\" *He said, turning toward Katherine - rare ribeye steak, baked potato and garlic bread. A fairly typical high class meal. And delicious.* \n\n\"I'd love to order more like Ms.Katherine here, but I'm afraid of embarassing myself with how little I eat.\" \n\n*He turned toward Tian Hua,*\"Tian Hua, are you free after work today?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann simply sits quietly, still messing with his trinket and taking periodic swings from his liquor flask. He has already said as much as he has wanted to say and for now he would like to listen to his surroundings. Of course, he could hear the conversation right next to him easily, but the more interesting ones were the different conversations from patrons around the restaurant, and even in the kitchen. He heard runran, sebduanian, silnarian, among others. Some took more hushed tones than others, but Almann could understand pretty much everything but the runran being spoken. A merchant who recently had a decent business venture, a grieving brother for the loss of his older sibling on the Anosh border, and a man simply sitting silently in a corner, mumbling prayers (or curses) under his breath._\n\n_There weren't too many people here, but there was enough conversation to keep Almann silently entertained for the time being. Perhaps he'd pick at his comrade's brains a little to get to know them. He would wait for them to ask the first questions though, he was in a patient mood tonight._"
}
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{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Alright! I'll be back as soon as the food's ready! Oh, yes I am. Have anything in mind?\"\n\n*Tian's eyes sparkle with mischief. Despite being a restaurant owner, it seems like her oriate heritage still manifested itself. Her tail wags even more quickly behind her, the silver fur now making a blur.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"Sorry if it looks like I'm ordering too much. I'm just starving.\"\n\n\"So Almann, how exactly does that work?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Hmmm. I might have someone I want to introduce to you - I got someone who came with me from Keguntan. A pale oni, small one, might be interested in working in your restaurant. Magically talented too from what I know.\"\n\n\"We can also talk about other things, naturally.\" *He winked at her, and then turned back to his companion.* \n\n\"Ordering too much? Nah, can't judge. I like someone who can eat a lot. Eating is one of the greatest joy in life.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann breaks his attention from the trinket._\n\n\"There are cogs, springs, levers, and brackets inside that allow for movement. It runs off of a type of craftsman magic that allows for it to move tsmoothly, though the specifics of the magic are a trade secret, as is the design. It's largely a toy that you open via a set of actions, I've made several prototypes so far, and most of them usually break or lock up. I've lost several coins already to locked toys. Which reminds me, I need to break them open one of these days and get my stolen change back...\"\n\n_It would about the dozenth time Almann had opened and closed the trinket, when it finally locked up and ground to a halt. It was completely jammed. Good thing he didn't have anything of value in there. This one lasted a bit longer than the others, but he needed it to work 99.9999% of the time (meaning it would jam once every 100,000 or so uses) for it to be a decent gift or selling product. Ideally it would never break, but complex mechanisms like this never last a very long time unless they are built by lora themselves. He'll have to go to the master blacksmith back at the guild for some advice._\n\n\"...From the other ones.\"\n\n_He sighs and lowers his voice quite a bit.._\n\n\"Truth be told I've been making these things for a while now. Toys and trinkets are good whereever there are impatient young ones, they also act as bargaining chip of sorts. I've been trying to get into The Kingdom of Ombu for some time now, and the kingdom is quite picky about who they let in and trade with them. On top of this, the fae of their forest love to harass the few foreign trading caravans that come in. These trinkets, and some of my more simple and reliable ones, should be decent offerings for the mischevious fae to keep them off of the goods I plan on bringing in as good faith offerings to negotiate for a license in that country.\""
}
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{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Oh, a new employee? Perfect! I've been searching for them ever since I've been expanding. It's so hard to manage this entire thing.\"\n\n*Hu Lang has a smug grin on her face once Sirdan winks at her, then turns around to go prepare the food.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"For sure. I'm just glad it doesn't go to my stomach much. Unlike some other people I've seen.\"\n\n\"What are... Nevermind. That sounds like something I probably will never understand.\"\n\n*The trinket was mesmerizing in how it functioned, despite doing almost literally nothing. It just looked cool.*\n\n\"Aw, it broke. I wonder, what else can you make that uses that?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann scratches his chin for a moment and thinks. These trinkets are the only ones that use sophisticated magical technology, the others just use basic commands and movements to work. These little keepsake cubes were one of a kind._\n\n\"The others I make aren't nearly as complicated and don't break like this one, the magic used for them isn't that complicated either...\"\n\n_He pulls out what looks to be a spinning bronze top with a strange shape (see below). The thing looks exceptionally top heavy for a top to the untrained eye, perhaps even unable to stand on uneven and rough terrain and falling down with the lightest touch or burst of wind. The top itself took the form of a four pointed star on a spike, with silver layers and a silver hat on top of it._\n\n\"This thing spins so long as fire or heat is near. It converts the magical energy around it into energy to use for spinning. Doesn't take much at all really. A steaming plate of food, or a candle will do.\"\n\n_He lights a small fire at the tip of his right finger, using the left to get it started spinning. The top immediately begins to spin in place, completely maintaining it's balance._\n\n\"The coolest thing about this isn't even the fact that it spins on it's own for an indefinite amount of time, but that it can correct itself if bumped into...\"\n\n_Almann proceeds to poke the top with his left finger, causing it to list and move a little bit to the side before correcting itself and spinning in place once more._\n\n\"There's a limit to this though, I can't use this sort of magic on anything but small objects, and if you disturb it violently enough, it does fall over. The effective range of the magic is 25 centimeters at most as well.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "*As Almann pulls out what looks like a spinning bronze top, Katherine's expression is that of confusion and awe. This was going into territory she was completely new in.*\n\n\"What is 'kinetic energy'? Does it spin faster with a hotter heat source? Let me try.\"\n\n*Katherine extends her left hand close to the top, and the metallic gauntlet ignites in blue flame. She's careful not to set anything else on fire though.*\n\n\"They might be useful in certain situations which require... Spinning. I guess.\""
}
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{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"Promotion. If I'm going to be honest, I never thought I'd see this day, ever since I lost my limbs. Captain Katherine, Captain Sirdan.\"\n\n*Katherine smiles, looking upward dreamily. Seems like she's finally achieved something in her life.*\n\n\"I have no clue. Just whatever comes to mind. Maybe lead a squadron of armored soldiers.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "\"Food's here!\"\n\n*Eventually, Tian returns with a massive amount of food, heralded by 2 other kitsune servants. Piping hot, the meals are set in front of each customer.*\n\n*For Sirdan. Stir-fried meat medley, cooked with tender brisket and short rib. A delicious yellow curry, filled with cubes of chicken and a side of fluffy white rice. Fettucine alfredo, with creamy white sauce laid out on soft, hand made noodles, once again dotted with chicken. Hot chocolate, steaming in a white mug, a beautiful rich brown color.*\n\n*For Almann. The same thing Sirdan was having, along with a full mug of golden beer.*\n\n*For Katherine. A meaty ribeye steak, cooked rare. Garlic bread for the table, aromatic garlic butter smoothly spread and melted on golden bread. Baked potato, the tater evenly cut open, stuffed with cream cheese, crispy bacon, butter, and melted cheese. A serving of fettucine alfredo, see above. And a glass of delicate, yet strong, white wine.*\n\n*The three bow in unison after setting down the good.*\n\n\"Enjoy!\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"Fighting for sixteen minutes? That must have been tiring. I really need to practice my sword and shield myself, though I have some old equipment that isn't exactly orthodox.\"\n\n*Katherine raises her right hand to match Sirdan's. Not her prosthetic one.*\n\n\"Kuilei can be a big problem. I'm not too good at handling the stone and metal variants myself; my weapons just aren't fit right now. Unless I perform a murderstroke using my greatsword. But my best bet is against wood, where I can just use fire.\"\n\n\"Ah, the food's here!\"\n\n*Katherine excitedly rubs her hands together, the faint scraping of metal heard. First, a sip of the wine. She swears she sees what looks like a silver glow inside. The alcohol is strong, yet somewhat fruity and sweet, the sugar of the grapes retaining.*\n\n*Next, the macen slices off a piece of ribeye. It's seared brown on the outside, and red on the inside. Katherine also gets a piece of baked potato, eating both dishes at the same time.*\n\n\"Mmm! That's so good! Thank you so much, Tian!\"\n\n*And last but not least, the fettuccine alfredo. The sauce was creamy, yet still retained its savory taste, mixing perfectly with the soft noodles and chicken.*\n\n\"Maybe if we rank up enough, we can eat like this all the time.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*Hu Lang winks back, her mouth curling up in a happy grin and baring small fangs.*\n\n\"I'll see you afterwards, Sirdan-san. Have a good time, Katherine-san, Almann-san!\"\n\n*Hu Lang and the servants leave, and soon they can be heard screaming and yelling.*\n\n\"Get the fuck over here, you stupid rabbit!\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"We're almost there - Just a few more big jobs, and then we can retire off to a Paradise.\" *He said, lifting the cooled down chocolate to his mouth, taking another long sip,*\"Kidding. We'll probably keep fighting until we die - like every other NS member.\"\n\n\"Mmm, much better when warm.\" *He commented, and then looked at Katherine,*\"Perhaps we can buy you a warhammer, a mace, or a polearm to go along with you. Wooden Kuileis are easy to handle, but we might encounter stone or steel one... Still, Kuileis pay well, and it isn't as dangerous as dealing with vampire cultists.\" \n\n*Sirdan nod in agreement.* \n\n\"Maybe we could train some recruits together, and look for some safe but well-paying jobs for them. You're good at spellcasting, are you not?\""
}
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{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"May we fight until we die.\"\n\n*Katherine takes another sip of the white wine, going back to quickly eating her food.*\n\n\"I probably have enough money to do so. Maybe go back to using a shield, get a mace as well.\"\n\n*Katherine looks towards Hu Lang running off.*\n\n\"What's going on over there? And I think that's a great idea. I am primarily a mage, despite being in armor.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan toasted her, and sipped on his hot chocolate.* \n\n\"Hey, I haven't agreed to the dying part yet.\" *He grinned,*\"I would suggest living until we die, but that is a given, is it not? I hope for a happy day of retirement, sometime in a decade or two.\" \n\n\"Shield..\" *Sirdan trailed off, swallowing a big gulp of the chocolate, and then emptied his cup,*\"A shield... You're right. That fight was too close for my taste. Bloody cultists were casting spells all over the place. I wish I had a shield, no, two.\" \n\n*He stood up and turned toward Hu Lang.* \n\n\"Sounds like a bunny thief. We can let Hu Lang handle her - or do you fancy thief-catching on a full stomach?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann had nodded off in his seat sitting straight up with the regular chit-chat going on. Turns out mixing booze helped calm his nerves a bit too well. His glorious nap was interrupted when he heard the snarling in the background and the words 'bunny thief'. Now that's not something he expected to hear at Hu Lang's. How could he forget the extremely fast but clumsy bunny thief that plagued his shop once upon a time? He'd bet she hadn't learned from her lesson from then, and if it was her they'd be hard pressed to catch her. There was no guarantee it was who he thought it was, but there was a good chance..._\n\n_He wakes from his nap with a wide grin on his face, exchanging looks at Sirdan and Katherine._\n\n\"You want to catch a bunny thief you say? How fast can you two run?\""
}
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{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"I'd only retire once I found my beloved again. I couldn't think of resting without him.\"\n\n*The steak is almost finished now, as is the baked potato.*\n\n\"Yeah, shields have always been useful. Gave mine up for a greatsword use though.\""
},
{
"author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang",
"message": "*A small brown figure can suddenly be seen almost fly across the room at an incredible speed, slipping through 2 bamboo decorations. Hu Lang is chasing after the blur with a staff.*\n\n\"GET THE FUCK OVER HERE! SOMEONE GET THIS FUCKING RABBIT!\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "\"Doesn't sounds like she's got it under control. I think I'm fast, though I'm not sure how fast the rabbit is.\"\n\n*Katherine stands up, soon taking after the rabbit. It seemed to be carrying a large sack.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann laughs. It has to be her, he doesn't know anyone else who can move that fast. They had to act quickly if they wanted to catch her. He stands up and turns to Hu Lang and the others as he sprints to the front door._\n\n\"If you want to catch her, get to the doors, her speed is great but I'd bet that she cant fully withstand hitting a window at full speed, that'll injure her at this pace. She will try to leave from the front or back is my guess!\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Understandable.\" *Sirdan looked at his food longingly, before standing up and running to the door, chasing after the blur along the same path she has taken. \n\nHe casts fleet foot on himself, while he waited for the bunny thief to reach a place that doesn't have any patrons behind - He didn't want to force blast and ruin Tian's restaurant.* \n\n**\"KUCH!\"** *Sirdan incanted, a blue rune flashing on his palm as he cast Force Blast at the bunny - aimed squarely at her torso for the lowest chance of missing.*"
},
{
"author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice",
"message": "*The rabbit suddenly turns upon hearing someone yell \"Kuch!\" What could that possibly mean?*\n\n*The force blast catches her right in the cheek, and ends up flipping Auburn over, head over heels. She ends up back on her feet somehow, but knocked off balance, outstretching her arms to prevent herself from slamming into the wall. Disoriented, she takes a moment to attempt and regain her senses.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "*In this time, Katherine's already caught up with her. It seems like despite wearing some heavy armor, the woman was still extremely fast. Catching up to the thief, she changes levels, wrapping her hands around the kemonomimi's waist, and lifts her up into the air over her shoulder.*\n\n\"Got you!\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann walks towards the kemonomimi with a grin on his face and his arms crossed._\n\n\"Still haven't learned your lesson Auburn? I might not be able to bail you out this time.\" _He laughs._\n\n_It would be interesting to see what he response would be, or what excuses she could come up with. Almann didn't have enough connections with the local guard to get her off with a smaller punishment either. It wasn't his problem per say, he just thinks that her talent is wasted in petty thievery._"
}
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