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{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "It had been a few days since Aurelian departed from the Salvainian Empire, He had been traveling by horseback, all in awhile occasionally taking breaks at inns, though now he had lost his way in the wilderness having been irritated that he hadn't found his way out of the forest, he could feel the breeze touch his skin as he travels throughout aimlessly, but he stopped to admire the local fauna and wildlife, he simply got off his horse then got some rope out of his backpack and tied it to a tree nearby as well as tied it to the horse so it doesn't wander off, Aurelian hadn't had a good rest in awhile so he walked over to a tree and sat down as he puts his backpack down next to him, laid back as he looks at his equipment."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Not too far away, a Canifor found herself sitting relatively well perched atop the branch of tree. She sat stiff, feeling the gentle chilly breeze brush past her which was enough to cause her furs to stand on end. Juna could feel the branch swaying ever so slightly beneath, causing some feeling of distress with every creak it made.*\"The trees are so thinly here...\"*She'd whisper under her breath with a tone of seeming disappointment.\n\nJuna had decided to come out today in hopes of giving the forest another chance with the impending winter, leaving Jace behind for the time being so that she could at least scope out the area without the risk of him attacking someone in the process. It pained her, especially now with her little success in finding a good place to hunt, but she has to at least try lest she allowed Winter to send her into hibernation. \n\n\nJuna's eyes casted to the side, coming to spot the man tying his horse up and finding a tree to sit down at. Another inhabitant? With a horse it seemed. Oh why did it have to be a horse? The thoughts ran through her mind. She considered hopping down and moving on before they could notice her, though the last thing she'd want to do was make any sudden movements and spook the horse or the seemingly irritable man. It seems she was stuck in the branch for the time being, but luckily enough she was well apt to blend in so long as she didn't move. That she could handle, though the tree was another story. The moment made her think back to a conversation she once had to a Macen back in Ombu. Perhaps she could do the same now even in the lack coverage with camouflage on her side.*\"Hello...\"*She'd say in a relatively soft voice.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "Aurelian jumped in surprise being lost in the forest is one thing but having another person in the same place as him, and they seem to be hiding, having heard a soft \"Hello\" From a unfamiliar female voice, he looked around to see where the voice came from but alas he couldn't see them, he stood up, sighed and began to speak \"What do you want?\" He tried to sound not too aggressive but considering that he was irritable it probably came out the wrong way, he didn't exactly want to hurt anyone at the moment or really talk in general, a symptom of his childhood. \n Though as stubborn as he is, he won't refuse help when he needs it, though the strange part is that he didn't even hear her moving in the slightest, it is like she isn't even there, or at least that is what he thought."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna went silent, trying not to feel taken aback by his words. She considered his question. What did she want? The Canifor was not quite sure herself. She supposed if she personally asked the question she'd say a more viable forest. Maybe even some safety from the strangeness of the things that's happened whenever she's passed through the wild life around here. Nothing like Salvania, she could say that.*\"Some help...\"*She'd whisper, trying to keep it as cryptic as possible. It was mostly out of her trying to buy herself some time to think, any time really while she made sure to not reveal to much with her words. She looked the man over. He seemed as if he could handle himself in a fight. Then again, that could be said for many. Juna should be careful to not get on his bad side. After all, it wasn't like she had Jace to protect her now.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "From the sound of things this person didn't sound so sure of herself, maybe he probably scared her from the way he reacted none of the less, he certainly had made her somewhat silent, he hadn't been attacked because the person in question would've done so, but to his surprise he heard her voice again though it is barely in a whisper \"Some help...\" He raised an eyebrow at the phrasing whatever this person needs help with should've shown themselves at the least \"Perhaps... I could get hired...\" He muttered to himself, his hand clearly on his scruffy beard, \"What do you need help with exactly?\" He asked with a tone of curiosity, clearly trying to look at where this stranger could be hiding."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Her ears remained still, threatening to turn in the direction of his words as the sound managed to travel towards them clear as anything else with her hearing. He was looking to get hired? Oh dear, what was she getting herself into? Maybe she can make something up, or come up with something or... No she simply had to keep it simple.*\"Finding the forest.\"*Why did she say that? They were in the forest. If she could silently curse herself for the idiotic response without it being heard she'd have done so, but now it was too late to take it back. Some huntress she would have seemed to be, unable to find a forest even if she was sitting right on top of it. Quite literally actually. She was at least glad he couldn't see her right now, perhaps if she could get away in time she'd never have to live down that shame.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "\"Finding the forest\" Is what Aurelian heard, he certainly is glad to be not too judging but he thought that maybe she didn't require his services at all, he simply sighed \"Do, I really... Look scary?\" He asked himself in a low voice, \"Listen, stranger I don't know, what your true intention is but... My weapons are sheathed and I intend to not tell you any more than that.\" He gives up on trying to find this mysterious person and instead just sits down on the ground, he tries to not pressure her even more than he already has, this person is probably not fond of strangers to much he thought to himself."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Seeing the man moving away to sit back down at least filled her with some relief in not having to focus on her involuntary movements. She could hear every word he spoke, sounds of defeat maybe even a bit of annoyance. Perhaps he had given up on her which, if she did actually need his help, this would be quite disappointing. Maybe she can work with that, after all he knew nothing of her. Right?*\"You misunderstand me...\"*She'd say, trying to make her tone sound more saddening than the typical shyness it carried. It was at least half true. He didn't seem the best at reading emotion, but thoughts, he seemed to be more on point. She was not afraid, but in thinking he was a threat she was at least cautious with him, especially with the strange happenings of this forest. Strange happenings... She wondered.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "Wait did I make her upset? He thought to himself Aurelian hadn't been the best at reading emotions straight away he was more of an observant person though there isn't much to observe since the stranger is hiding from him, the only way he could do so was by hearing someone speak, he probably made a bad first impression, his thoughts racing around his head to try to make him not sound like he didn't want her around, he doesn't know if he could trust her just yet but having to talk to someone is better than thinking to oneself then begins to speak \"Perhaps, I was a little too rude, I certainly had a rough journey coming to Lymia, if you just wanted to speak with me, you should've said so, how about I tell you my name?\" He asks to see if the stranger would be interested in hearing it."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*At least he seemed to have some kindness in him, it was better than most. With him asking her if he could tell her his name. She thought on it for a moment. Sure she could just say yes, though his sudden thinking of her needing small talk left her thinking that maybe giving a whole introduction wouldn't be the best for her. After all he may simply ask her name next and she couldn't live with that floating around if he'd ever come to find her walking about.*\"Names are very powerful... Are you sure you want to entrust me with it...?\"*She asked cryptically. It was one thing she learned with hanging around wolves for a year now. Names are what brings one's attention. You say their name, they turn their head. You call their name, they come running. Not much of a difference it seems with other people. After all they'd do the same, albeit with more uncertainty.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "He pondered that question for a moment, he knew the importance of names just as the importance of body language and speech patterns, she had already seen his face anyways there is no point in him hiding his name though it wouldn't matter anyways since he has no idea who she is, or what she is and even where she is, he simply sighed at his predicament why did he have to ask if she wished to hear his name? Was it simply pity or regret plaguing his mind? He furrowed his brows as he seems deep in thought then begins to speak \"Of course, it's...\" He stops for a moment, should I make up a name or tell her my first name? He thinks to himself then speaks once more \"Aurelian, what shall you do with this new found information, stranger?\" He asks"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna felt a bit of surprise of him telling her. Perhaps she thought her forewarning would cause some sense of going against it, but he seemed fine with it either way. Now he asks what she will do with it. Juna pondered over the thought, trying to think of something cryptic yet informative to at least not make it seem like she was simply messing with him.*\"I will carry it with me...\"*She responded, thinking maybe she could be less general.*\"Keep it with me as I continue to search...\"*Yes there was the crypticness she was looking for. Juna hoped that would be a good enough explanation for him.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "He raised an eyebrow certainly this wasn't the response, he expected, she'll carry my name with her? He thought to himself, now that he thought about it she probably doesn't have a malicious plan in mind, in his own way he had tested her somewhat and got vague cryptic answers in return, this made him very curious though the way on how things are going, she is probably expecting him to ask for her name in return, though he paid no heed to ask that question instead he nods in a somewhat understanding way and asks \"I see... Well, can you at least show me to where the nearest town is?\" Considering that she could be a local is one possibility but if he is wrong then... Well he doesn't want to dread the thought of getting lost again."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna supposed she could at least guide the man to town. At least it was what she did to help the Macen once before.*\"There are many towns nearby... One of great wealth being that of the Capitol...\"*She'd respond.*\"It's just beyond this forest... I...I believe...\"*That much wasn't really a lie. Juna was still trying to navigate the new forest herself and she was sure it showed in her uncertain tone. It was unlike her to get lost in the forest, especially with her strong senses, but that was what could very much overwhelm her if she didn't know what she was looking for. Maybe she could retrace her steps, but not without revealing her location in the process.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "Aurelian heard the uncertainty in her voice as if she had gotten lost in the forest like he did, he chuckled to himself quietly but she wasn't lying at least he thinks she wasn't \"Capitol? What was the capital of Lymia again?\" He asks himself then thinks for a moment and snaps his fingers in order to remember \"Ah! Pepor! That is what it was hmm... But how do I get out of this forest hmm...\" He says to himself, \"I might would need to leave in the morning since its getting dark... Or I could try to make a camp fire.\" He says to himself again ignoring the stranger for a moment then clears his throat, \"Well, I hope you find with what your looking for so... Eh... If you like you can continue with what you're doing and I will find my way out eventually.\" He says"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's tail have an ever so slight involuntary flick as the man spoke of heading off to the Capitol. At least then she could head off with him never knowing of her. Then again, she'd have to head back to Pepor too at some point. Hopefully he'll be long gone by then.*\"I hope you find what you're looking for as well.\"*She'd say back to him.*\"I shall continue my search...\"*Juna thought about adding 'for the forest' to the end of it, but she figured it was probably better not to revisit that.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "Aurelian sighed as he looked at the sky, when was the last time he had seen its beauty? Probably a few days now a orange hue was laid across the sky signaling the end of the morning and the beginning of night fall, he had heard her say the same thing he had said as well, he had generally forgotten for a moment on why he decided to even come to Lymia in the first place, though he hopes he could find a job, he does need to make sure his coin purse doesn't feel light after all, \"I had heard on what a place Lymia was, and came to see for myself what the fuss was about, and got lost in the process, certainly is frustrating getting lost in an unfamiliar place like home."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"I know the feeling all too well...\"*She'd whisper, sounding more human than cryptic in the moment.*\"This place is... Unlike that which I consider home to me as well...\"*It was a new environment for her and even now as her time was starting to run out before winter hit, she felt helpless in this new land. Heck, she couldn't even properly figure out how to navigate her way around the place let alone be able to hunt here. She could feel her ears lowering on her head at the thought.*\"This place... It's full of such magic and mystery... But not the same...\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "He sighed it seemed that this stranger he is talking to is probably not from here, from the way she is speaking now it seems she is saddened and worried about something though on what it is, is a mystery to Aurelian and one that he shouldn't pry into lest he ruin the progress he already had, then asks \"So I am guessing, you're not around here right? I would worry about not finding a place to sleep than getting lost and homesick, it wouldn't do me better if I had to worry about my family.\" He then gets up and searches for some branches and logs to use to make a campfire"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna considered his words of worry. Maybe he wasn't used to staying out in the forest.*\"The forest provides great shelter to even the most weary travelers and more importantly to those who respect it... This forest... While strange can do the same for you...\"*She decided to say, peering over at him as he began to search for branches to make a fire. As he wandered about, she could feel her claws digging into the branch for more security, though it only seemed to cause the branch to creak more.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "Once he had gotten enough wood for a campfire, puts the wood nearby and looks for something to start a fire with and finds flint and a rock then starts striking it, causing sparks to fly, while doing so he hears a creak of a branch but pays no mind to it as he continues blowing in an attempt to start the flames and after a few minutes of doing so manages to make a medium flame to keep himself warm for the time being, \"Many Wood Elves would agree with that mindset, the only time I was in the forest was only to rest or hunt though that was when I was younger.\" He says"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*The statement puzzled Juna. It seemed so unlike elves to be camping out in the forest. At least in Juna's eyes. Maybe it was in their mannerisms or the way they acted. Who was Juna to say? She didn't know many elves anyways and besides, she was just a Canifor.*\"Me too...\"*She'd say simply in agreement to Aurelian stating how he used to hunt and rest in the forest when he was younger. Juna's life practically started in the forest. At least, she thought it did. The forest was like a second home to her.*\"The forest brings such life... Alas... The season of death is nearing...\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "He raises an eyebrow a season of death? Why word it that way? Though she isn't wrong in general many plants, and trees die and animals struggle to find food in winter, not to mention that certain crops might not be able to be grown, as farmers need to make a surplus of their crops lest they risk starving to death though he tried not to think about the negatives right now, \"Winter, may seem harsh, though I would think that life begins again... Sure it is cold and unbearable but once you get past the cold, you could get past anything.\" He says as he rubs his hands together in an attempt to warm them up, he knows on what its like the cycle of life and death and so on after all he is a mercenary, funny how a stranger could invoke some memories."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*The cold did bring harshness. It was because of the cold that she disliked Winter so much. And yet, she couldn't help but feel warmed by his words. Winter was the start of her life just as it was the death of her old one. New life, with a new home, and a new family. It brought back fond memories which she was glad she couldn't remember back to worse ones with her once young mind.*\"Yeah...\"*She said in a more blissful tone.*\"Winter ca-\"*Juna didn't manage to get out what she was going to say, the sudden creaking and groaning of the branch she sat on cutting her off. She didn't have much time to think, trying to quickly get up only for the branch to suddenly snap from beneath her. The Canifor let out a gasp of shock as she suddenly went into a free fall, albeit being broken only by a series of branches catching and snapping on impact before she was suddenly met by stationary ground, bringing down a mess of colorful leaves with her.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "He had continued to listen and stares at the fire but that is when he heard some branches snap and loud thump with leaves falling down in a tree not far from him, as he quickly stands up and runs over to where the sound came from and inspects to see a young woman on the ground, as he extends his hand out and asks \"Are you ok? You had quite the fall by the looks of it.\" Perhaps getting older made him go soft but he could sense some connection towards this stranger or acquaintance? This person had reminded him of someone from his childhood, a girl trying to make friends with him then ends up getting hurt and in need of help, though in the end when he came of age hadn't seen her in a long while"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's heart raced in her chest, trying to recover from the shock of the fall. The branch, it had simply snapped. The Canifor wasn't used to them giving way so easily and yet they did and here she was lying upon the ground trying to clutch the fabrics of reality. She could hear the man walking over to her, his footsteps loud in her overly sensitive ears. However, instead of reaching for his hand in assistance, she could only shift her head away, squeezing her eyes shut. She had to admit, the fall did hurt, though not as much as the embarrassment. Her throat burned as the feeling washed over to her and still, she did not move. Maybe she hoped to be able to blend in again, fade to the background and return to the concealment, but it was already too late for that.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "He raises an eyebrow as he looks at her reaction from the way of things, she seemed rather unmoving though probably to mask whatever feelings she may have, but anyways he puts his hand away, understanding that she may be still wary with him after all she only knows his face and name well... First name if that counts, he continues to look at her and his eyes widen slightly with curiosity, she looks young, younger than him to be exact though he can't see clearly since the only light there is nearby is the campfire he set up, for a few seconds the atmosphere felt different not in a literal sense more like a methodical one as not only is the stranger is silent, but Aurelian is as well not knowing on how to comfort someone who just fell from a tree, until he breaks the silence \"Um... Can you stand?\" He asks the stranger that is on the ground"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears swiveled back on her head.*\"I'm... I'm fine-\"*She quickly said. It didn't exactly answer his question, but maybe she simply didn't hear him right or was still trying to grab her bearings. Juna tried to scramble to her feet, the attempt looking more clumsy than usual as she would get up and stumble about before she could eventually find the trunk of a tree to hold onto. The Canifor tried to keep her face turned away from him. He could already see enough of her to let it remain a memory.*\"I'm fine...\"*She repeated again, this time sounding like she was trying to convince herself more than him.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "Aurelian watched as she scrambles to get on her feet, as she clumsily gets gets something to help her stand eventually touching the tree trunk, upon getting more of a closer look, she has a tail... And ears on her head, is she perhaps what he thinks she is... A Canifor, and she looked as young as his younger sister if she had been still alive, something within him wishes he could do something but that would make things even more awkward than it is, though there is one thing he could offer, \"If you like you can sit by the fire to keep warm, I don't exactly... Have any potions on me at the moment but once I get to Pepor I might be able to get some.\" He says"
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna kept where she was, eventually daring to lean on the trunk for support despite the tree previously failing her in that aspect. When the man offered her a place by the fire, she had almost declined, thinking that maybe this was the chance where she could run off back to town. There was no telling when she'd get back though, especially as it would soon get darker and colder by the second. She always disliked the cold. Juna would partially glance back at him, just enough for half her face to be illuminated in the light of the fire before turning away once more. She'd grab at the shawl a friend of hers had previously given her, pulling it up over her head so that it could appear more like a hood before she would slowly turn around and walk over to the fire. Upon sitting down not too far away, she'd say:*\"No... It's okay... I'm fine...\"*Once more she said the words, her head lowering so that she wouldn't have to meet his gaze under the cover of the cloak. The words were at least more true now that she grabbed her bearings. Nothing was broken and falls weren't really detrimental to her. It was mostly just the shock of it that left her unable to comprehend what had just happened.*\"Thank you...\"*She'd whisper.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "Aurelian nodded it does seem like she is fine surprisingly so probably just startled at the betrayal of the tree that she stood on, though she puts on a hood and to his surprise walks over to the fire he made, once more he had his kindness recognized if he intended to show it or not is what perhaps made him smile somewhat before walking over to the fire and hearing a \"Thank you\" From the strangers mouth, in a whisper, his expression changed to that of slight happiness to one of sadness, in the first time in his life he had been thanked while not big in the scheme of things it had made him feel appreciated, not once had his contractors or companions said thank you to him while he helped or carried on the contract in fact, no one else seemed to show him kindness in return, and even to the woman he loved which only seemed to not care for him in the end, the scar in his backside reminding him of that exchange, he wouldn't be surprised anymore if someone were to kill him in his sleep but he just stops thinking about that for a moment and sits down across from the stranger, he remembered that a fire's warmth brought people together, that is when he opens his backpack and rummages through it and finds two pieces of jerky, \"It's not much but... Here.\" He says as he hands out one for her"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna turned her gaze to the Jerky that was offered to her. In the glow of the firelight, her eyes which once could be assumed to be dark as coals ended up revealing a more golden brown shade to them.*\"No... Please... Keep it...\"*She'd respond, drawing her legs close to her chest.*\"I'm f-\"*The Canifor was about to say she was fine again, but soon enough realized that she may be seen as crazy if she repeated herself any more than she already had.*\"I'm... Not hungry... But thanks anyways...\"*She allowed some silence to pass between them, eventually saying:*\"Pepor should be just beyond here... I'm... Not sure the exact route, but I know it isn't too far so long as you know where you're going...\"*It was a strange thing to randomly state in the moment, though Juna simply felt bad for all the cryptic messages, now only being able to answer his previous question to the best of her ability which was still not much information.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "Aurelian raised an eyebrow but accepted her answer to an extent but ate one piece of jerky and put the other back in his backpack, then he perks up when she tells him a straight answer from his question on where to find the nearest city, he hadn't really remembered the map he read before coming here, though he regrets on not buying the map from the cartographer, and subtlety curses himself from not doing so. But it is not his fault that the maps were so expensive, though now that he thought about it, the map of Lymia may or may not have been accurate, so his judgement was right somewhat, but he sighed to himself, when was the last time he socialized like this? Four years? Or was it six years when he had joined a mercenary band? Whatever how long it was it sure made him feel a bit old, his twenty fourth year had already passed while he was traveling alone with only his horse and thoughts, He scratches scruffy beard as he gets deep into thought until he breaks the silence once again between them. \"Eh... If I trust the roads then maybe I'll arrive in Pepor, though for now I should probably keep watch, so nothing sneaks up on us.\" He says in an assertive tone as he unsheathes his short sword and puts it on his lap."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna didn't argue with him, she was used to those keeping watch while she typically didn't. After all, it was hard for something to sneak up on her with her senses whether she preferred it that way.*\"Okay...\"*She said lowering her gaze. Eventually she would find herself glancing over at the horse where it remained tied up. She was at least glad there was some distance between them, but she couldn't help but study the creature as if she expected it to do something.*\"...Aurelian...\"*She'd begin, pausing only to consider her words.*\"Your... Your horse... Doesn't talk... Does it...?\"*She'd ask, eventually turning to him with a look that only gave off pure concern. It was such a strange question to ask. One that maybe even let her look crazy, but yet she still found herself having to ask it.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "Aurelian looked at the stranger with confusion, what does she mean exactly? The horse only has the neighs ever so often not to mention that having traveling with horse for days, he would've heard the horse talk but it seems to not have that capability, though if it did then he wouldn't feel alone, but then he simply chuckles a bit and looks over at the horse that has remained still and unmoving probably tired after a long journey from Salvainia, though without this horse he would've walked or hitched rides on carriages and he is glad that he didn't do that considering a group of bandits or monsters would've killed him by now if he didn't have fast mobility, as that is not one of his strong suits, he thinks for a moment then begins to speak again \"Sadly, the horse doesn't speak if it were able to they would've joined in our conversation, the only company I had were my thoughts and books I have read.\" For a moment he looks sad at the fact that he is lonely but then brushes it off by saying \"But, that is the life of me, I'm afraid who would want to be friends with... A...\" He stops for a moment but then opens his mouth but he can't seem to form the words so he just sits there in silence."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna slowly turned away from him as he explained what she should have already been able to guess.*\"Right... Sorry... It... Was a stupid question anyways...\"*She'd say. It was clear she must have brought sad thoughts to mind with his lack of company. Juna supposed he had a horse, though one who could have talked must have seemed better in his eyes, where-areas Juna had her Jackal which she would prefer didn't talk sometimes. Of course by talking, that meaning barking. Only now, she realizes that she must have pushed a bit far into his personal matters, deciding it was best not to delve further.*\"Animals can be great friends...\"*She eventually said after a pause as if defending the horse if only for a moment despite her unease with it being in the same area as her.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "He sighs once more, he did appreciate the horse of what it is a companion that he could trust whole heartedly, while a trusty steed is worth something it is not worth an actual companion, pets do comfort ones mind anyway from thing though a loving pet is different from a loving person and he could tell the difference between intimacy and caring for others, though he doesn't want to give away too much of his personal matters, the burden is too much to tell a simple stranger he couldn't trust fully, \"I suppose, they could but... A pet is different compared to a lover or friend at least that is within my opinion of course.\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna fell silent for a moment as she listened to his words, regarding what he said of pets not being the same as those more so able to talk anyways.*\"I... Guess you're right...\"*She'd say in agreement despite her mind thinking otherwise. It wasn't like she could change one's opinions on companions anyways. In her experience, her Jackal had been enough for the past couple years, but it most likely wasn't the same for him. Her tail would curl up around her as she rested her head on her knees in the warmth of the fire, soon finding her eyes closing with her ears remaining up and alert.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "He watched as she becomes silent after agreeing to his opinion though he could tell that she probably doesn't have much experience in what makes a companion though he, soon feels the overwhelming feeling of fatigue crawl over him as he struggles to stay awake the fire keeping him and the stranger warm in the cold weather, though as time passes he to succumbs to slumber, only to wake up in a cold sweat hours later, seeing as the stranger is still asleep and that the fire is out, he looks around to see if there is anything nearby that could pose a danger, but there doesn't seem to be anything at least that he could see it was still dark right now but the sun is starting to come up now though he can't keep his mind off what he just dreamt... His lover Laurenzia... Even after betraying him, he seems adamant of still loving her though it is the same scene each time... She stabs him, then he kills the rest of the group... Though he is rather lucky that she didn't target anything vital, or maybe that was her intention after all, Laurenzia was good with daggers, though he just looks at his horse which seems to be still asleep, though he doesn't want to wake the horse or the stranger up just yet, so he simply waits until the stranger wakes up so he could say his good byes."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*At the hint of dawn light, Juna's eyes would open to narrowed slits. Her shawl still remained tightened around her and even despite the comforts of the fire, she didn't find herself sleeping well. Her gaze shifted over to Aurelian. It seemed he was already awake, making what little thought of her leaving before then vanish immediately. She stood up, keeping her hands tucked away in the clothing as the cold breeze would hit her.*\"I must go now...\"*Juna answered.*\"Ja- my companion will be worried about me by now...\""
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "Having seen the stranger wake up, it had seemed that she didn't sleep well just like he did but raised an eyebrow as she stood up and put her hands in her clothing, it was still rather cold though afterall. Aurelian had became somewhat used to it, but having heard that she must be going this prompted him to sheathe his sword and stand up as he picks his backpack up, \"It seems like we'll be parting ways then stranger and I am sure your companion would love to see you come back safe\" He says as he walks over to his horse and untie it making the horse wake up, he unties the rope from the tree as well and puts it in his backpack then gets on the saddle with a grunt of struggle until eventually getting on \"Surely we might meet by chance, stranger though those odds might be low, until then stay safe.\" He says as he begins reigning the horse to go straight then waves his hand goodbye as he rides off"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"I wish you luck..\"*She'd say quietly, giving a dip of her head before turning away from him to walk a few steps forward.*\"Some strange things have been happening in these forests... And... With winter coming close... It... It doesn't seem like a good sign...\"*It was hard to tell what she actually meant by that. Juna knew full well what she was saying even if it ended up cryptic in the end. If Aurelian were to ever turn back towards her, he would find that she had completely vanished from sight. However, it was not because of her leaving, but instead blending into her surroundings once more in utter stillness. From where she remained, she had turned to watch him in her concealment. Hopefully he'd find his way to Pepor as she would hope the same for herself. She had a jackal to return to and her other companion as well. The search hadn't gone as well as she'd hope, but she was glad to at least get to see the forest one last time before winter hit.*"
},
{
"author": "Aurelian Silverstrake",
"message": "Aurelian stopped the horse one last time having heard the warning from the stranger he turned his horse around to see that she was gone as if she vanished in thin air though he couldn't just ignore what she said and begins speaking \"I can tell, there were no animals in this forest or any monsters for that manner, perhaps they sense that winter's coming or something else is going on, nonetheless farewell, if you still hear me that is...\" He says as he turn his horse around and it begins galloping straight in an attempt to leave the forest leaving the area as he carries his burdens along with him having finally talked with someone for the first time in days not with simple responses or disgruntled and aggressive tones but one that loosen him up a bit, but he has put that in his mind as he intends to head to Pepor in an attempt to experience Lymia for the first time."
}
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{
"author": "Amalfriede",
"message": "*The sun was at its peak in the sky, shining down gloriously on the greenery of Lymia. At this time of the day, activity was likely it's highest, though perhaps some travelling merchants took this time to rest and eat lunch. \n\nAmalfriede was taking the path to the nearest city at a leisurely pace, her pale skin feeling warm, almost to an uncomfortable degree, due to the sun's light having strength incomparable to her hometown. Her clothing wasn't particularly light either, though it was simple enough that a bit of sweat from all this heat wouldn't be too much of a bother to clean out.*\n\n\"Haah, haah...\" *When had she last had a chance to travel so peacefully like this? When she was kicked out of her home there was obviously a large amount of stress, and the times when she would receive a request from an employer always came with the slight danger of being ambushed due to someone else wanting to interfere with said employer.* \"How long is it until the next town..?\""
},
{
"author": "Rene Gavrila",
"message": "*A lone Silnari was running down a smaller, unkept path, through partially wooded areas which provided the relaxing shade necessary for this kind of exertion. It was René's day off, and she had not decided to spend it doing anything new- the regular would be suitable. The regular, of course, being a 5 kilometer jog into the Lymian wilderness, followed by a few hours of rigorous exercise, and then a 5 kilometer jog back to René's home and workplace.*\n\n*As she was jogging, René saw someone up the path ahead. Could be a travelling merchant, or a wandering adventurer. She had come upon many of these types of people during her runs, and had usually had the same amount of notice towards them as they did towards her- a small wave, or a nod.*\n\n*However, this traveler seemed a bit different. She looked like she wasn't used to the heat during the warmer months in Lymia. René slowed down, coming to a walking pace as she neared the girl.* \"Excuse me for asking, but are you lost?\""
},
{
"author": "Amalfriede",
"message": "*With an absentminded gaze, Amalfriede turned to face the voice that had called out for her.* \"Yes, a little bit, I'm afraid...\" *From her pointed ears and the shade of her skin, it was easy to tell that Friede was a Lathian Silnari, likely from the colder areas up north. She waved her hand in a short motion and slowed to a halt.* \n\n*Looking at René for a while, she paused to think, breathing heavily from the tiredness she had accumulated. To find someone in such... 'casual' clothing out on a walk meant that a town was definitely nearby.* \"I'm sorry. I've come from further north and I've never been here. Are we near Pepor?\" *She wasn't even sure if the path she had taken had led to her destination.*"
},
{
"author": "Rene Gavrila",
"message": "*René nodded. This was the first time she'd encountered a lost person on this path, but she had supposed it would happen eventually. René pulled out her canteen and took a small sip. She wondered if this woman had any water.* \"Would you like some water? Unless you have your own.\"\n\n\"It's no problem. I know the way back to Pepor, if you want me to take you there.\" *She pointed back down the path with her thumb.* \"It's a few kilometers back that way.\""
},
{
"author": "Amalfriede",
"message": "\"A few kilo-?!\" *What was someone doing this far out from a city?* \"A-ahem, thank you...\" *Meekly, she looked down, staring at the elf's build. She'd known one or two fitness 'enthusiasts' in her village, so it was clear now to her what René was doing so far out.* \"I don't wanna bother you, I can just follow you back when you've finished doing... Whatever it is you're doing.\"\n\n*Amal scratched her arm, unaware that her skin was a little red by now. Her long hair was tied up into a ponytail. Whatever this girl's profession was, it definitely wasn't the type to use muscle like René seemed to.*"
},
{
"author": "Rene Gavrila",
"message": "\"Like I said, no problem.\" *René noticed the woman looking at her body, and smiled lightly for a second. It was nice to see people that admired her fitness rather that scoffing at it.*\n\n*René shook her head at the woman's statement.* \"No. You're already getting sunburnt, and I wouldn't want you to get heatstroke while I exercise. I'll just escort you back now. It's not that much of an inconvenience for me.\" *René tilted her head forward slightly and raised an eyebrow, an expression that showed her desire to just get on with escorting this woman home.*"
},
{
"author": "Amalfriede",
"message": "*Amal looked to the side, her lips pursed as she thought on the offer. At this point, she couldn't really refuse, especially since she was the one to ask from the get-go.* \"Th-thank you. I'm sorry to inconvenience you.\"\n*Closing her eyes, she sighed and lowered the hand that had been scratching her arm, frowning as she felt the itchiness.*\n\n\"May I ask your name..? Mine is Amalfriede.\" *Her voice came out a little softer as she tilted her head, bangs drooping slightly over her pale collarbones.*"
},
{
"author": "Rene Gavrila",
"message": "\"Don't worry about it.\" *René began to walk back up the path, beckoning Amal to follow her. They could walk and talk just fine, and it would get the woman to Pepor faster.*\n\n*René raised an eyebrow, looking down at Amal.* \"Amalfriede... That's not one I've heard before. I'll definitely remember it. I'm René. And if you don't mind me asking, what prompted you to travel this far into the Lymian wilderness?\""
}
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "```Reserved for quest ```\n\n*Somewhere in the lymian wilderness, the ground beneath an expedition of archaeologists rumbled. They took a lead to an old, abandoned city nearby. Rumors they've heard in the area spoke of the peril that await inside, of brave individuals seeking to make a fortune exploring the ruins yet never making it out.*\n\n*This band of researchers weren't about to take any unnecessary risks. Before they went in and explored the place on their own, they hired two capable adventurers in the area - Meztu and Sirdan - to map out the insides for them. If possible, they were to eliminate whatever threat lay in wait.* \n\n*As both approached the site, they would behold the ruins. It was a vast area, with the remains of small buildings and stone mounds peppering a huge array of land. A gargantuan pyramid placed at the center of it all, towering over the landscape and seemed to touch the sky itself. Vines and moss clung to the surface of every building, some of the vine reaching impossibly long lengths. The pair immediately gained a sense of how ancient the place was.*\n\n*An eerie wind blew through the land as they surveyed it. Their contractors told them that their goal was at the pyramid in the center where an altar stood. It was a secret entrance to a tunnel below the fallen city, which was already half-cracked open. No one knew where it lead.*"
},
{
"author": "Meztu kianaco",
"message": "*Emerging from trees she hops onto the ground with a thud, she has her black hair up in a bun wearing a dark purple kimono with a cloak ontop of her shoulders its a dark green to blend into the enviroment, the tips of her hair are a purple and her eyes are an odd just flat purple color she looks kind of blank. And is insanely silent. Just standing dead still head down waiting for the other one to show up.* \n\n*Silence.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan followed behind the surprisingly silent and purple lady, holding a shield and his pick in his hand. He looked at the tunnel and the entrance.* \n\n*The mission sounded quite ominous - and there wasn't any backup whatsoever for something surprisingly creepy.* \n\n\"I don't like this. Quite creepy.\" *Sirdan said as he proceeded to walk forward, looking around for anything that his experience could help him identify. An ancient language mayhaps?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Sirdan's dread was well-justified. Aside from the incomprehensible symbols carved into the rock, there were multiple events painted across the walls. A green seed perched in a crack between a stone in one; shadowy wisps gathered around a creature that looked like an amalgamation of a dog, bear, lizard, and horse in another. Everything seemed rather bizarre; for what reason could an ancient society display such odd images?*\n\n*The tunnel trembled, loose bits of rock and dirt falling from the ceiling. It was powerful, almost entreating a stumble. Yet one thing was certain - the source of the quake lay further down, wherever the tunnel lead. However, the feeling that they weren't welcome was palpable. Something wanted them gone.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan would look at the incomprehensible symbols, trying to decipher them but failing. Something about green seed, a rock, shadowy wisps. The birth of a chimera? He thought. He paced around the symbols, trying to see if such carving had a story leading elsewhere - surely, whomever made a monument or a warning here would've had more to tell.* \n\n\"This place's a tomb to some sort of monster, I'd guess.\" *The elf remarked, looking at the source of the quake, and the integrity of the building. \n\nHe doesn't like anything about this job at all. He hoped it paid really well.*\n\n\"So, you speak?\" *He said toward his new companion*"
}
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{
"author": "Meztu kianaco",
"message": "*She was not particularly interested in what was in the ruins or what the ruins were about what so ever. Instead as you investigate she silently sets up an entire tea kit. And makes a small fire to boil the water. She sets out a bunch of small glass jars of herbs and a single lemon. By the time you ask her if she speaks she has a glass of tea ready and is drinking it. She also is mixing one for you as well* \n\n*She smiles warmly and gives you a light nod but still dosent say anything.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan rolled his eyes as she set up the tea, wondering what she is doing. He continued his investigation as she prepared the tea, and looked toward her.* \n\n\"I don't know if we should be making tea at this point in time, stranger.\" *He said, still not having obtained the name of is companion. He is looking visibly worried,*\"My name's Sirdan. You?\""
},
{
"author": "Meztu kianaco",
"message": "*She would finish up her cup of tea then places a cup in your hand. Its made of jade and its a cylinder with engravings of fish koi fish all over it. It smells of citrus and the steam would wisp up its certainly hot. But jade takes a while to get hot making it a decent cup to hold such tea*\n\n*She would then walk past you standing at the entrance of the ruins kind of ignoring your presence before saying in a soft fluffy voice like a pillow* \"Meztu Kianaco, last of the butterfly wings.\" *She would pull the hood back revealing the hairpin of a purple butterfly keeping her bun in place and from her side she slips on a big wooden mask that covers her face. It's of a butterfly with a purple body green wings and the tips are blood red. It looks old used for a while washing it has faded the paint and its chipped on the edges*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*After this brief exchange, the two headed further down into the tunnel. As they did, the walls began to become progressively less decorated. It reached a point to where the stone of the tunnel was soon replaced with earthen rock, the tunnel continuing to wind down as they descended further inside.*\n\n*They walked for a while until the tunnel began to widen into a cave - a room. It was rather large, like the interior of a throne room, but was surprisingly empty. Empty save for an obelisk at the center - an obsidian pillar that stood as tall as three men before them. In front of the pillar was a stone basin, rough around the edges, with splotches of what seemed to be dried blood flecked across it. Aside it, carelessly lying on the ground, was a curved, ornate dagger. Though it seemed to be old, the blade gleamed with a razor-sharp edge.*\n\n*Etched into the sides obelisk were, astoundingly, words you could understand. It seemed to be Silnarian, but an old, archaic dialect.* \n\n*\"You stand at the gate to the eminent kingdom, a costly toll is due;\nOffer your flesh, your blood to the earth - lest the hands of hell grip you!\"*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*He looked at the jade cup, and then stared at her, and back at the cup. The cup was... Very valuable, a precious kind of green. Something too valuable to be carrying around on battlefield.* \n\n*He took the cup of tea, sniffing at it briefly, tensing up all of a sudden as the entrance to the ruins came into his peripheral vision - he was reminded this was no time for relaxation.* \n\n*He looked at the purple girl and nodded,*\"Nice to know you, Meztu.\" *He turned around toward the ruin entrance, timidly sipping on the tea, blowing air on it to cool it down faster. Then he just hurriedly handed back the teacup.* \n\n\"Thanks, make sure it doesn't break. Let's get fighting.\" \n\n*He readied his weapons and descended down the tunnel, looking around for any Silnarian he can decipher. And he looked at the dagger.* \n\n*He tried to discern if any traps were ahead - or any holes were on the ground, entrance of some sort... Or somewhere where blood or flesh would be literally expected.* \n\n*He also examined for signs of who left the dagger here - clearly, it must've been here recently to be this sharpened and in this condition. Or it was made of bronze.*"
},
{
"author": "Meztu kianaco",
"message": "*Meztu would read this then look around they exam the walls, and starts walking light on there feet, walking with there toes first pressing on the floor so incase they hit a pressure plate. She utterly ignores the colorful threat again she really seems indifferent about the setting as she attempts to find the way forward.\n\n*She knows enough that stabbing herself with an ancient sword to do what a random eerie stone tablet said to do is very stupid. Infections abound! Nobody would be foolish enough to do such a thing*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As you look around the room, you'd notice several dark holes scattered around the sides. They seemed large enough to fit a small person in. However, the bloodied basin aside the obelisk seemed to be the most obvious place to put your offering.*\n\n*From what you could see, there weren't any traces of traps in the room. At a glance, it seemed to be safe.*\n\n*There would be no signs of anyone who could have left the dagger there, however. For that matter, no other indications of other life seemed to be present in the area. And contrary to Meztu's expectations, the dagger blade was quite clean - it was the craftsmanship and style of the handle that was old.*"
},
{
"author": "Meztu kianaco",
"message": "*Now shes more suspicious of that dagger and. Lucky for her she is a small person so she would keep her cloak on and start to enter through the holes. Dagger be dammed*\n\n*She hasent said anything else to her companion and she is just leaving through the first hole on the right side*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*At least the room looked safe. He looked at the dagger blade, and the bloodied basin.* \n\n\"Hey, wait, what if we grabbed an animal from outside and tried to say, sacrifice it on that altar?\""
},
{
"author": "Meztu kianaco",
"message": "*She would pause and sigh* \"Dont trust. Dagger most likely illusion or cursed. I'll let you know. What I find.\" *Her voice is soft and echoed in the small dark tunnel. And her speaking is choppy like shes still getting the feel for the language*\n\n*Then she continues crawling thru the tunnel*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"...Well then.\" *Sirdan took a pause, and looked at the bloodied basin for any sign of recent sacrifice, and how dried the blood was, before he proceeded to follow Meztu slowly, trying to leave a room to retreat.* \n\n*Before he did so, he'd examine any of the remaining holes for sign of movement.*"
}
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*In Meztu's hole, she'd find that it actually took a steep dive downwards. They'd have to risk falling down the pipe, taking a one way ticket into the deepest bowels of the temple. If they did, it would be impossible to come back up the way they came. Unless, of course, you were Spiderman.*\n\n*As Sirdan looked into the basin, he'd also find a miniature mass of flesh squashed at the center, laying haphazardly in a pool of blood. Unlike the bits at the outer edges of the bowl, this blood surrounding the mass was a bit runny - liquidlike, even. On further inspection, Sirdan would recognize it to be a goat heart.*\n\n*There was an insignia on the inside of the basin that marked half-full. It was colored a deep red from the sacrificial offering, and so was the rest of the lower half of the bowl. But something didn't line up - the blood pooled around the heart was merely one-quarters full. If there was enough blood to fill the basin halfway, how come there was only one-quarter of it left inside the bowl? Blood didn't evaporate; it only dried up. Perhaps something was amiss.*"
},
{
"author": "Meztu kianaco",
"message": "*Thankfully she had a mask on so her disgusted face cant he seen she holds back the urge to gag on the smell alone. She really dosent want to head down there its obvious. She grabs one of her glass jars and drops it at the basin to see what happens to it before dropping down*\n\n\"....Neh.\" *She makes a kind of digusted noise of discontent at it. She hates getting dirty for no reason kimonos are annoying to clean*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan would walk back out of the hole, shaking his head,*\"I don't think walking into random hole in a temple is a great idea, you know.\" \n\n*He would look at the heart, examining for any mechanism that would allow the blood to evaporate - there should probably be some sort of sink hole.* \n\n*And since the blood wasn't dried, he sniffed at it, trying to discern how fresh it was - someone must've made a sacrifice here very very recently.* \n\n\"Someone was here before us. Within a day or two.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "Is there anything in the jar\n\n*The jar in the basin sat there doggedly. Nothing happened.*\n\n*Sirdan could figure out that the heart seemed to be a few hours old, at most. As for signs of a sinkhole, he wouldn't be able to tell. It was either that the sinkhole didn't exist, or was obstructed from view, now with the jar added into the mix.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan decided to continue his investigations, looking for sign for footsteps from the previous visitor. Disturbed dirt, accumulated dust. Surely a ruin as old as this would've accumulated dust of some sort.*\n\n*Even an idiot could see dirt moved away by wind or by human movement. He thought*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*On closer inspection, Sirdan would be able to notice slight disturbances around the obelisk. Disturbed bits of loose pebbles and the like - it looked as if someone had been studying all sides of the monument. He would also notice these nuanced steps leading from the mouth of the tunnel opening now that he clearly studied them. Oddly enough, there wasn't actually anything that might have hinted of him leaving the place from where he entered.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan decided to probe further. Clearly, someone offered and gone before him, and there is no exit yet. He kept looking for signs of where did the man go to, whether it is one of the small hole or not*\n\n\"Meztu. Someone was here a few hours before us. Do you see where have they gone?\""
}
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{
"author": "Meztu kianaco",
"message": "*She wiggles out of the tube now just annoyed. What the hell is she supposed to do she looks at the blasted dagger and scoffs lightly as she enters a different hole trying to find a way to go its obvious shes annoyed at this dumb ruin*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Wherever the scattered tracks went to, it definitely wasn't towards any of the pipes. Rather, they seemed to stop after they circled the obelisk in the middle.*\n\n*It seemed that there was only one viable way to progress inwards, as the pieces began to fall into place. The knife gleamed with a devilish glint to the side.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"I'll fetch an animal.\" *Sirdan proclaimed as he turned around, beckoning Meztu to watch his back. He tried to use his skills to catch a small animal of some sort - maybe a rabbit, if lucky, a deer, before trying to kill it and bring it back to the altar.*"
}
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{
"author": "Meztu kianaco",
"message": "*She would pace around the room thinking. Frustrated as well shes not going to stab herself with an old dagger in an ancient ruin. Infection would be almost certain€"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As Sirdan exited the room with Meztu, they would find themselves back in the tunnels. When they exited from where they came - passing all the ominous looking art on the wall - they were greeted by a pungent odor from the west, originating from one of the mounds. It smelled rotting, like something'd died there not too long ago.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan would turn around, looking at one of the mounds outside. He approached it cautiously, weapons drawn.* \n\n\"Something's wrong\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As you approach the mound, you would be able to catch notice of three obscene-looking insectoids huddled around a corpse of an animal. It was eviscerated, so you couldn't really tell what it was. The insectoids, if you recognized them, were actually magical constructs: Pebuk. Two of them had long claws sharpened to a point, forming scythes like a praying mantis'; the other had two gigantic horns atop its head. They didn't seem to be eating at the body, but rather, they seemed to be studying it. None of them noticed your approach.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan would kneel down and look at the obscene looking insectoids, he moved around to look for a piece of cover, averting their eyes, attempting to hide as he continued to observe it. It looked like there were Pebuks of some kind here - probably the same as the one in the ruins.* \n\n*He eyed his companion and tried to see if the insectoids were making any unusual movements*"
}
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*There were no unusual movements coming from the insectoids, bar the occasional twitch and whir they emitted. Really, all they were doing was hovering over the corpse of something studiously.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan would prepare his pick and shield, crouching and seeing if he can find any cover that would allow him to ambush and attack the drones.* \n\n*He whispered to his companion,*\"Do you see any cover? Think we should ambush them?\"\n\n*He tried to see what kind of corpse was the animal's - surely, being a hunter with experience would help him figure it out.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*It was hard to see, but Sirdan could make out the remains of a horse's hoof lying by the leg of one of the Pebuk nearby. Aside from that, however, nothing of note could be determined.*\n\n*As for cover, there wasn't much. Just a few gray bits of rubble and ruin scattered across the area. If you doubled over there was a chance you could hide behind it, but it wasn't good for sneaking otherwise.*"
},
{
"author": "Meztu kianaco",
"message": "*Quite suddenly as if she teleported shes sitting next to you making not a noise. She gazes at the 3 foes and then she just keeps starring her hands grabbing her throwing knives in her hand incase they take even a step toward them* \n\n\"Hmm...\" *She studies them cautiously as she then with her mossy green cloak would pop the hood up lay on the ground on the grass and makes sure nothing of her cloak or body can be seen. Using simply her hearing to tell whats nearby*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*For Sirdan, it appears whatever stealth he has don't quite exists. He looked at the two and just prepared for a frontal confrontation.* \n\n\"....You ambush them, I'll follow up.\" \n\n*Sirdan tried to move into position to attack them right away when Meztu started the fight.*"
}
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{
"author": "Meztu kianaco",
"message": "*She crawls forward slowly using the cloak as her disguise laying flat on the ground as she would look up and hold one of her daggers. Despite the awkward angle she can still throw it, and she certainly plans to*\n\n*Gazing ahead she glares at the closest abomination the one on her right side and uses her turn to mark it for death.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan simply equipped his war pick and shield, holding his breath and waiting for Meztu to make the next move.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Meztu threw one of her daggers into a pebuk, which landed straight into the head of a smaller one. It sunk deep, causing it to emit a shrill cry, before all three of them turned towards the source. By the time they did, however, Meztu cut down one of the Pebuk; it fell in an instance as her dagger crashed through it's abdomen.*\n\n*Sirdan would be able to approach the Pebuk duo, but was also noticed by the constructs.*\n\n*Thrust into a frenzy, the smaller Pebuk would swing it's scythe-shaped claw at Meztu, but it missed entirely. The other one, with longer horns, followed suit with an attack from it's horn, which did hit the girl.* \n``` Pebuk Scyther 1 dies. \nPebuk Longhorn attacks Meztu for 11 damage.\nPebuk Scyther 2 misses Meztu. ```\n\n``` Reaction Phase ```"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "SIrdan exists. \n\nHe simply is. Unable to react to anything yet."
}
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{
"author": "Meztu kianaco",
"message": "*She underestimated how quickly they could move as she gets hit quite hard only use that momentum from the hit to back flip and attempt to stab the other. Dodging there hit but her rapier being just short of hitting.* \"Tss..\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*No reactions from the Pebuk.*\n``` Reaction phase over ```"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "Sirdan looked at the pebuk and see his allies joining into battle. And so he decided to join in the battle himself. \n\nSomething felt fishy, and he didn't want to to overcommit. He decided to attack the Pebuk Longhorn, thinking it is the bigger threat. \n\nHe ran at it and swung his pick at it twice, covering himself with his shield in the meantime. With supernatural grace, he kept control of his weapon to swiftly attack the Pebuk twice, making sure it will land just as well as the first strike.\n\n```\nHP: 68 / 68\nFocus: 9 / 9\nOffensive Stance\n\nMovement: 6 Tiles or whatever toward Longhorn\nAttack 1: HM Pick vs Longhorn 24 / 6 (12) / / \nAttack 2: Same 26 / 24 / 8 (12) / Composed Attack\n```"
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"author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer",
"message": "*Hearing the rustling among the trees from the hops, most notably how it sounded like it was getting closer, the tholian hummed a bit in concern, and slipped a ribbon in her book and close it. She began moving in increasingly hurrying steps over to the betent'd wagon, keeping an eye on the treeline while as she reached over and in, scrambling around for something within it.*\n\n*Upon the appearance of an uto of all things, her concerns were far from assayed, and the sound of metal scraping on wood heralded the appearance of a war cleaver in her hand. The dark elf slowly sidestepped back to the cairn, her long white hair and deep blue gown waved a bit in the breeze that cut through the clearing. She spoke again, and unfortunately again in Silnarian.* \"I do not know your intent, stranger, but this is a sacred place. If you mean ill will, I would but ask you the simple honor of taking what business we have away from this glade.\" *By the time she finished, her bare feet had taken her to stand between the uto and the strange cairn. *"
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"author": "Kynia Cael",
"message": "*A few moments of tense silence would pass between them, Kynia staring into her eyes with unknown intent. Then, slowly, his head would cock the other way, the foreign words washing over him uselessly. His eyes would be drawn to the war cleaver, a different style and make to his, yet familiar in it's size and handling. He would draw his own, holding it blade-to-handle in both hands and trotting over, offering it to the elf - his eyes like dewdrops as they welled with fascination.*\n\"Yours is pretty. Want to look at mine?\"\n*He twitted in the Mattan native tongue, not sure if the dark elf had even heard of his homeland.*"
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"author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer",
"message": "*Ehakli shifted her feet on the grass a bit as the uto drew their own blade. She took a breath and prepared herself, finding some quick solace that to be felled here of all places held some poetic peace for her. She did her best to ignore the irony of her death being at the hands of a avian being. Fortunately, those thoughts were able to wash away when she watched the uto hold his weapon in the particular way he did, and she slowly relaxed her grip on her own weapon.*\n\n*When mattan words were offered, her eyes widened a bit. It had been some time before she heard a spoken language she wasn't fluent in, let alone one she couldn't even identify. Her eyes gave a quick study of the uto as she tried to internalize the syllables he produced. Some of the phonetics sounded similar to some of the southern languages she knew, but she couldn't place her finger on it. In this, Ehakli looked to the blade he presented, and decided to try to mirror the gesture, holding her thing, rather khopesh-like cleaver in the manner he did, and tried to repeat back the same words he spoke to her. It was off in many ways, of course, but she did manage to pronounce the word for \"Want\" Fairly accurately.*\n\n*She then would try to communicate in Homboxian.* \"What language are you speaking?\""
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"author": "Kynia Cael",
"message": "*The Uto returned the gesture and sheathed his war cleaver, nodding back as she affirmed his assumption; giving her a brief once-over in his curiosity. She was clearly strong, her frame stark against her flowing gown. Kynia had little mind for romance, but knew beauty when he saw it. The words used to describe him had all been variations of 'cute', and much of his family had the same - the Cael family were all Macenised Uto, and something about the contrast seemed to charm people easily.*\n\"Kynia Cael. Good to meet Ehakli. What is that?\"\n*He chirped happily as he introduced himself, removing his beret and holding it to his chest, pointing a wing at the cairn, clearly enamoured with it.*"
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"author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer",
"message": "*When the weapon was sheathed, the tholian's hand on the grip of her weapon turned it to face the single edged side away, and her arm went to a rather crisp fold at her side with it tucked to face away. It seemed a rather militaristic, practiced motion, and was probably the closest equivalent she had to sheath. She clearly was not dressed for danger in this moment, the cloth laid out a few meters away with baskets and books and scrolls suggesting other intentions here.* \n\n*When Kynia offered his name, Ehakli seemed to search for familiarity in it, studying him. A Mattan envoy to the Republic courts perhaps? But whos court? She ruminated on this as she examined his feathers, but her attention was redirected to the cairn.* \"This is,\" *She searched for the Homboxian words* \"This is a grave-monument, it honors a servant of silnarian Hero-God *'Éliara'*. I am make study of grave-monument puzzle words.\" *Her violet eyes looked over the pretty cairn of polished stone, how the way it twisted in ripples on its lowered half looked something of a cloak that wrapped it. There were indeed silnari script carved into the main, sheer facing of it. Ehakli looked as it if it were something she admired as she lingered on it before looking back to th uto.* \"Kynia Cael? A pleasure indeed. Are you a diplomat here? Your cap is of official look.\""
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"author": "Kynia Cael",
"message": "\"Hero-God! Cool!\"\n*Chirruping in excitement at the mention of heroes and gods, he would trundle over to the monument and stare at its surface carefully, raising an arm and unfurling his wing to provide some cover. Puzzle words indeed, Kynia couldn't make heads or tails of it. He'd turn on the spot, returning his attention to Ehakli, he question perplexing him slightly - he didn't look at all like diplomat... Placing his beret on his head once more, he formulated a response, tapping a taloned finger against his cheek as he thought.*\n\"Diplomat? No, I am wanderer. I search for...\"\n\n*He trailed off as an existential question dawned on him. His journey had begun with a bitter desire to find answers from the members of his family who had gone to serve lords outside of Matta, to hold someone accountable for the toiling his siblings had gone through. But he quickly lost all leads, now convinced none of his family had left their little hamlet. What is it that he wandered for...? His family were worthless to him, yet what worth had he found in this world besides?*\n\"...I don't know, actually. But I wander.\"\n*His response turned forlorn, his expression suddenly like storm clouds as he felt the conflict churn in his stomach. A small, forlorn chirp left his mouth, removing his beret again and fiddling with it.*"
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"author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer",
"message": "*The magic of this place, it soon becomes clear that this extent of the illusionary scene draws more mana from the cairn by far than what images of the tholian that Kynia would allow to witness. More notes were stripped from the cairn, and in the crashing water that surrounded them, depictions of scenes between recurring dark elves would appear, interacting with representatives of the proper Silnarian Empire. In the splashes of water around them, would flashes of their conflicts appear in fleeting sprays of visuals. Most importantly, is how one image in the water, which others would refer to as Éliara, seemed to get the upper hand in these fragmented scenes.*\n\n*Éliara, at one point, would stab her sword into the ground, crying out to a goddess known as Osin in a fit of desperation in the former's campaign to safeguard the many folk encountered at sea and coast. Each time, a great serpent head would flick its tongue above this Éliara's form as if a blessing, and the desperate tholian character would return to their exploits, until they met one by the name of Aefyr.*\n\n*This Aefyr crossed paths with Éliara in a number of the circling water stories that would surround both Kynia and Ehakli, and trust was gained to the Matron Aspect of Navigation under Osin's pantheon, but as the songnotes from the cairn came to their lowest sendings in vibration, the introduction ends with that same Aefyr pushing murderous metal through Éliara's heart. Aefyr kissed her cheek then, and whispered in any and all languages:* \"There is no change in saving everyone. Not even you are spared from the swallowing of Osin.\""
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"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Shiggy** Leveled up!\n **|** Extra rewards were added for missing levels"
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"author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer",
"message": "*With the depicted murder of Éliara, there is only left just a splattering of images in the waters of Aefyr being hunted and cut down for his crimes. The final image, however, was that of Éliara appearing again in her ascended God-Hero immortal form, blessing his forhead with a simple kiss, which happened upon this very spot where the cairn was raised.*\n\n*With that, the illusions visuals flew wildly in torrent into the dancing notes about the cairn, and their effects of sound and feeling were absorbed into that simple spire of rock. When it was all done, Ehakli remained; her hand upon the strings of an elaborate dirge, blood dripping from a nostril as she sat in a stupor. The effects of invoking ancestral magic through her own limited mortal abilities seeming to have demanded its own pound of flesh from her.*\n\n\"So... This is where you have found yourself, Uto, Master Kynia Cael of the Mattan.\" *Her violet eyes seemed a bit distant in the return.*\n\n\"Wanderer...\" *The dark elf muttered again.* \"The legend of Aefyr offers blessings upon the wayward acquaintance.\""
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"author": "Kynia Cael",
"message": "*Stupefied would be an insult to whatever state this affair had left the Uto in, his head slowly reeling as he slowly processed the visions cast moments ago. His wings unfurled instinctively, his eyes glazing over as his avian instincts took over. The apparitions formed a story, of which he partially understood. Who this Éliara was would elude him, but the message was clear - a patron god of his ilk, those who wandered. His eyes would rattle in his head, his senses very slowly returning to him as his mind opened up once more, the sharp anger behind his gaze melting away with a slow, deep sigh.*\n\"Why did Aefyr kill her? I thought they were friends...\"\n*He soon managed to splutter out, the gaps in the tale from his perspective being at the forefront of his mind. Any other questions would come later, the billowing wind pressing at his back like a supporting hand.*"
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"author": "Ashnard",
"message": "Lymia's grey sky loomed over the northern horizon, black outlines of her elegant buildings promising lavish comfort to all wanderers that passed by. The wilderness around Lymia, however, had a beauty all its own. Verdant groves extended on either side of tranquil rivers as though nature herself was in full bloom with the coming of summer. Life revelled no matter where one looked. \n\nEven someone like Ashnard, whose line of work involved ending lives, could appreciate the grandeur. \n\nThe renegade canifor guided his mare across the riverside, basking in the view that temporarily made him forget the carnage of his last endeavour. His mount moved to a slow trot, weary of its long trek from the Mentian flatlands. Sensing the steed's fatigue, Ashnard gave her mane a slight pat and dismounted, tying her reins against a nearby tree to allow her some well-earned reprieve. \n\n*We all could use some reprieve.* Ashnard sighed as he descended, looking around warily. No matter where one was, venturing the beaten path alone at night could be dangerous... Even if the likes of him were more likely to be assailants than assailed. The twisted black plating that covered his body from neck to heel, an amalgam of gnarled spiked plates and ashen scales contorted with his intent while Ashnard pressed a palm against his chest in momentary meditation. Sanguine runic patterns flared to life all across its surface, folded within the metal, then darkened alongside it; his entire visage afterwards reflecting neither stars nor moonlight. The only gleam left in him was that of his blood-red eyes before venturing into the nature that his very existence was an affront to. \n\nSwift as a shadow, he prowled into the grove, his paws making nought a noise over the mossy soil. *It should be the Hour of the Wolf soon,* He presumed, glancing up at the moon's position. *The nightshades must be in full bloom.*\n\nIt was an excuse to wander deeper more than anything else, he knew. The deep mauve petals did wanders for a troubled mind; offering a peaceful, dreamless slumber or a permanent one, depending on the dosage. Ashnard had no cause to worry about the latter, though; for what it's worth, his vampiric affliction offered him that much. \n\nSurely enough, he would find his prize deeper into the woods. On a clearing, a pond of lavender blooms awaited, their stems facing the moonlight. The vampire hound took a moment to bask in their intoxicating aroma, then stepped into the clearing to collect."
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"author": "Imogen Surai",
"message": "*The Druid's voice called out from somewhere nearby. Her soft voice coming from somewhere behind the Canifor as it penetrated the silence of the woodland. It was times like these where her affinity for the nature arts alerted her of something approaching her location. Something she assumed was hunting her within this patch of woods she had detoured through on a silly whim she had the day before. The Vampiress found two sturdy branches high up in a nearby tree which she could lay flat across.* \n\n\"A Mutt in need of Solanaceae, A story worthy of gossip if I'd say.\" *Up high her crimson eyes fixed themselves on the walking shadow that had stepped into the clearing. She too had collected from the plant the afternoon before. In fact she had collected nearly all of the berries of the psychoactive substance. Within a black bag which a string which to wear around one's neck is where she kept the Solanaceae berries. Imogen's pale hand reached for her chest and promptly tucked the bag underneath her black shirt. *\n\n\"Are you that addled where you must search for such a dangerous plant? I suppose I too would seek solace in any way I can if I had the unfortunate of being born from beast as well.\" *She could probably find a spell or two that would ease his appearance, maybe remove the messy fur that all beastkins seem to have in exchange for something appealing to look at. At the very least she could make one look more like a Macen than animal.* \"If you explain yourself, I might take pity and extend aid to your cravings.\""
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"author": "Ashnard",
"message": "The notion that her presence had gone unnoticed may have been convincing for a time. However, it was immediately disputed when the rogue beastkin slowly turned to face Imogen with a leery glare and a fan of crimson-tipped daggers held between his fingers. \n\"I had hoped you'd know better than to draw my attention, girl. At *Worst*, perhaps you'd be foolish enough to gasp or dash away in panic,\" He sighed, feigning disappointment before his pupils narrowed into serpentine slits, malignant red eyes glaring right at her own. \"Alas, there is no such thing as being *Too* Much of a pompous fool when it comes to Lathians, is there?\"\n\nA snarl was all the warning he offered as a flick of his hand sent the dagger flying, three of them plunging at the branch Imogen had seated herself over. If one could judge from the speed and precision, that was no more than a warning shot.\n\"Perhaps you can *Gossip* Of my ventures with the dirt that will soak your blood or the carrion beasts that will feast on your flesh once you lay bloodied and broken on the ground. Do you reckon anyone will find you out here before all that's left of you will be bones?\" The black beast queried, baring his fangs. \n\nThe scorn in his eyes, however, soon became contempt as a smirk flickered on the edges of his muzzle. Her eyes were proof enough, but a brief sniff confirmed his suspicions. \n\"But that would be too *Merciful* For you, would it not? It must feel terrible for your kind, being so imperfect, so *Tainted*. Your own kin must view you as a ravenous, bloodthirsty *Beast*, no different than they would view me.\" \nHe took a threatening step forward, his form blurring further under the shadows cast by leaven canopies. His voice, deep and guttural and harsh as gravel fractured, resonating from one branch to another. \n\"So who is *Really* In search of solace here, girl? Who has a true need to explain themselves? Who has to pretend they are anything better than a life-drinking *Monster*?\""
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"author": "Imogen Surai",
"message": "*The Vampiress listened to the bravado and insults flowing from the Canifor's mouth, the words she spoke were met with a smile that didn't show any teeth. She found him amusing to say the least, something about him was oddly predictable. Perhaps it was the way he carried himself? He definitely seemed used to being talked down to by others. Upon the Druid reaching those thoughts, her smile opened and revealed teeth. Even with the daggers landing so close, the smile remained. Imogen reached forward and pressed the tip of her index finger across the blade's edge. With a quick swipe downwards, the air filled with the scent of her natural Lavender scent and the iron scent of freshly spilled blood. Imogen removed her gaze from the Canifor and focused onto the self-inflicted cut on her index finger. Pressing her thumb into the pooling blood and spreading it across her pale skin. Just like all other wounds, this one sealed itself in a matter of moments.*\n\n*The Lathian girl reached behind her back and pulled out a mask made out of an animal's skull. Its size allowed it to fit neatly across her face with a pair of horns protruding from the top. Everything below her nose was still exposed, perfect for allowing any feeding without the removal of the mask. Within a few seconds of fitting it across her face, it attached itself to her flesh. She tested the blade for signs of necrotic elements, something that would hinder her regenerative abilities and was pleased to find the Canifor ill-equipped.* \n\n\"Being a vampire isn't as bad as I originally thought, I feel I've become well adjusted to my situation. On the plus side, I can always seek a cure to my monstrosity. But you..\" *There was no known cure to being a house pet, they both knew it and it didn't need to be said. Since he brought up the subject of bones, she just had to ask to sedate her curiosity.* \n\"Tell me, when you find your kind expired upon the forest floor, how different are your bones from that of free wolves?\"\n\n*A chuckle escaped her mouth as she continued, Her left hand lifting to cover the smile that she continued to wear as she stifled down more laughter* \"Usually normal people don't feel the need to try and lower someone to their standards, proving that you're well aware of where you belong. So tell me, why fight against domestication? You could be such a lovely guard dog, probably wouldn't need this every night as well.\" *She placed her hand over her chest, over the pouch of Solanaceae leaves buried beneath her shirt.*"
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"author": "Ashnard",
"message": "\"Cowardly pride, haughty shame; a Silnari's greatest shield. I've always relished in splintering them until no more than fear is left behind,\" He retorted, his form still concealed within the darkness. Glimpses of his true visage flashed by with crimson lights: fiendish horns, molten claws, a scorpion's sting. Each passing moment, the truth of who— or *What* He was unveiled before the girl. \n\n\"Bones hold no value; flesh and blood carry weight. The drained husks and buried skeletons of your kind look no different from mine. I have seen enough of both to know...\" \nA dry chortle echoed underneath the canopies, and the daggers plunged into the branch Imogen had seated herself on twisted, grinding deeper into the wood by some unseen force. They may not have contained necrotic essence, but they were infused by sorcery all the same. A foreboding *Crack* Soon echoed from the branch.\n\n\"You misunderstand, girl. It is not my *Standards* That I like to see you lowered. All I wish is to be up-close and personal to watch your sneering façade melt into dread.\" \nAnother twist of the daggers, and another splintering of wood followed the beast's words. By that point, it could be assumed his lodged blades were the only thing keeping the branch in place. \n\n\"Of course, it is no surprise the finer details would be lost to your kind. Perhaps a dog would be happy to serve as a guard or a pet... But to a wolf, you are nothing but... *Cattle*.\"\nFinally, the beast revealed his presence right under Imogen's tree as a clenched fist opened loose. His lodged daggers ripped themselves free of the branch, slicing their way out."
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"author": "Imogen Surai",
"message": "*Imogen listened closely to his words. Some of his words rang true in her mind. She had met plenty of boastful Silnari before. The same could be said for Macens as well, each person had their flaws. This Canifor was no different, but the druid couldn't see him as anything more than a wounded animal that just needed some care. Her train of thought was interrupted by the branch she currently resides upon. The Beast's intentions were made clear to her at this point. Unfortunately for him, he hadn't earned a more personal encounter. He belonged underneath her, and beneath her he would remain.* \n\n\"Your last Master really put you through some stuff, didn't he? We're not all bad you know. I just think your attitude didn't help much. I'm sure that's an easy fix, with some training of course.\" \n\n*The Druid's left hand let off a slight green glow as she traced the branch she sat upon. The same green glow expanded across the entire tree as if a drop of water landed on a puddle. The ripple expanded all the way back to the tree shaft and eventually down to the trunk and roots. She was just in time to cast her spell, a moment later the feeling of weightlessness filled her chest as she began falling towards the forest floor. The feeling didn't last long as the tree twisted violently, bark shredding off the tree and raining down upon the Canfior and the mossy floor beneath. A second branch positioned itself a little ways below the falling female which she landed upon.*\n\n\"Your manners could use a little work too.\" *She added after his attempt to bring her down to ground level. The Silnari repositioned herself upon the branch until she laid face down with the branch itself pressing against her chest. The sight of the Canifor was much clearer now and she was taken aback by what she saw. If she wasn't already interested in him before, she was even more curious now.* \"Aren't you an interesting looking one. What's your name, or would you rather I continue to call you Mutt?\""
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"author": "Ashnard",
"message": "\"My last master...\" \nThe beast's expression darkened, a bitter, guttural snarl resonating from his muzzle as though the very word oozed with bile at his throat.\n\"...Is fortunate enough to have never shown his face. When he does, I will repay him for each cut, each lash and burn and sting he gave me. Every. Last. One...\"\n\nRage boiled in him, bristling the fur atop his head and igniting the scarlet runes across his body. A stygian blazing aura flared to life around the beast and he lashed out on the incoming shards of bark with his claws. They sliced through wood like a hot knife through butter, splinters burning to soot before they touched the ground. The heat of his molten claws seared the very air across their trail and could even be felt from Imogen's distance. A fire that should, under any circumstances, be just as painful to its vampiric wielder. \n\n\"I would like to see *You* Ripped from your home, your family slain, forced to work on labour camps for their killers until your body breaks from fatigue or lashings. I would like to see *You* Denied even the decency of death as your masters use what's left of you as a lab rest. I would like to see how nice *Your* Attitude would be afterwards!\" \nVenom seeped on every word as the beast's throaty growls echoed through the woods, one palm pressing against the tree, threatening to spread the flame.\n\n\"Do not presume to lecture me on manners, *Elf*, or test my patience any further. Were you an enemy, I would see this whole forest burn just to catch you in the flames!\"\nEvery breath was heaving as he slowly parted his fiery from the tree and contained the malignant aura back within. A downward slash against the tree snuffed out the last of his blackened flames, leaving behind a scar of molten claws. \"You are alive because I sensed you're no more than another lost soul. I tolerated your barbed greetings because ignorance proceeds your kind; but even a *Child* Would know better by now that to provoke the *Revenant's* Ire."
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"author": "Imogen Surai",
"message": "*The druid leaned all the way to a single side, willingly falling from her perch set up high. The sound of cloth flapping was the only sound of her descent to the forest floor. The feeling of air rushing behind her as she fell backwards towards the canifor, the tree branches parting for a path unimpeded. She fell just between the tree and the beast as a flash of light illuminated the forest floor, exposing the bright green strands of grass that surrounded the two. Instead of a sound of impact or a body slamming into the ground, there was silence as Imogen slowly glided to the ground and landed on her feet.*\n\n\"I guess you and I have somewhat of a relatable experience then. Granted I wasn't tested upon because I wasn't caught, thankfully. But you're a little late if you wish to bear witness of my removal from my home. A little late if you wished to see my family slain.\" *From this proximity she could make out his features in full detail. The horns that rested upon his head, the differences in his eyes, the scars he obtained throughout his life. The Lathian tilted her head back as she made eye contact with the Revenant as she accepted the insult face to face. Truth was, she felt pity for him. Despite the words she spat earlier, her expression remained soft and her cat-like pupils examined his face for his emotions as well. She was never that great at reading others like other Silnari, but she could hear his pain and anger.*\n\n.\n *Only when he clawed the tree she had been resting in before her fall back to the ground did she move again. A small pale right hand found Canifor's wrist while her left found the still hot wound upon the tree trunk. Her slender fingers caressing the edges of the claw marks as the tree slowly began to recover from his attack. The gash slowly closed into a new uniformed piece of wood before the bark also began to do the same. The end result was the tree fully mended in front of the Canifor's eyes.* \n\n\"You say I'm not an enemy, that's a start for you at least. Also, please don't hurt the forest like that, it bore the fruit you desired does it not?\" *The female's crimson gaze went back to his chest, absorbing the scars once more. Lab rat? What kind of studies had taken place upon this wolf.* \"It would take some time, but I could remove all these scars from your flesh Mutt.. Er.. Revenant?\" *It was hard to call him anything other than Mutt, that's what Canifors were in society and it would take her time to refer to this one as something else.* \"These tests, they're the cause of your restless nights. The reason you sought these leaves, isn't it?\" *Her hand left the tree and resided upon her chest, where a small lump could be seen from something underneath her clothing.*"
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"author": "valethros",
"message": "*Willingly letting go of her only defence. Does the girl have a death wish?!*\nAshnard's body tensed as Imogen dropped off the branch in surprise. Every fibre body was taut as a drawn bowstring, all concentrated muscle and lowered posture like a predator preparing to pounce. His nostrils flared, breathing steaming-hot against the night's cold breeze. \nFrom high ground, the girl may have had a fighting chance to threaten him with a barrage of spells, but up-close, she might as well have surrendered her life to him. That much became evident the moment he stood back to his full height, towering over the young druid by more than a foot. Acknowledging that advanced, the canifor momentarily retracted his claws and dispersed the blackened flames around him. \n\n\"Too little too late indeed,\" He affirmed with a bitter snort. \"One cannot bring back what was lost; only avenge them.\" The stinger of his twisted, scorpion-like tail coiled near his knees, his position at ease once he sensed Imogen had no intention to fight him. Violent as he may have looked, some part of him averted from attacking someone defenceless. \n\"And yet, vengeance without a known foe is a dangerous master. A few seasons ago, I would have cut you down without a second thought. Not because I've had a grievance against you, but merely because you were a Lathian; because you were *Alive*. Part of me still wants that, but it is no more than an itch now, a whisper in the darkest corners of my mind. Nightshade helps me keep it that way,\" He explained."
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"author": "Ashnard",
"message": ".\nHis grip tensed once more as the girl reached for his wrist. The lobstered metal was searing-hot to the touch. The beast yanked his arm back by reflex and clutched it, blackened blood oozing from its surface. Whatever fell sorcery had infused his body and armour, it had not come without cost. \n\"No... You are not an enemy... And neither is the forest. At least to the degree that I would perceive you as a threat,\" He admitted, ears tipping back. \nHe took a step back, almost defensively. Then, the gnarled gauntlet of stygian steel writhed and contorted across his palms and wrists. It gradually spread over his forearms, and then began to sizzle. With an inhuman, shrill noise, it dispersed into thick black vapour, leaving his arms exposed. \n\nIntricate runic patterns, painted a deep red that could might as well pass for blood embellished the thinly cropped fur of his upper limbs. Dried scars ran between them, from vestiges of shallow cuts to deeper gashes that would never fully heal. The ordeal itself seemed to take a toll on him, giving Imogen a weary, grim look at her last request.\n\"My scars need no healing. No longer can I feel them ache; they are merely reminders. They mark every mistake I've made, every mistake I've suffered, every mistake that I must not repeat...\"\nHe glanced over the tree where his claws had raked. The druid's magic had restored its bark and undone the surface damage, yet the scars of his deed remained: three distinct charred lines, forever blackened. \n\"This tree will never forget the pain I have inflicted upon its bark. It will not complain, it will not fight back or seek to hurt me in turn. But it will remember. I do not have the same patience.\""
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"author": "Imogen Surai",
"message": "*The Druid pulled her hand back the moment the Canifor yanked his back, her hand lingering in the air just above where his wrist had been moments before. A piece of her felt insulted that she wasn't perceived as a threat, the accusation was usually accompanied by a glance at her physique. She knew better than to prove people wrong, after all the incorrect assumption was what allowed her to drain so many warriors of their precious blood behind dirty alleyways. The Herbalist brought her right hand to her chest before sliding it down the top of her shirt and pulling out the pouch she had been safe keeping. Even from where she stood, she could sense another patch of Nightshade further in the forest had she wanted more of it. Tipping her head forward and she worked the string past her Raven coloured hair until the pouch rested neatly within the palm of her hand.* \n\n\"Here I thought it was my beauty that prevented you from attacking.\" *She mused, though the most he received was a tight lipped smile. Unlike the Revenant, the only imperfections that rested upon her body was dirt. There wasn't a single blemish, scar, bruise, anything that indicated she had any trials during her life.* \"I don't think someone needs scars to remind themselves of their past. A vampire turned me and killed my family, my people turned and chased me with flames and pitchforks. I don't need a visual reminder of that.\" \n\n*Imogen reached into her pocket to pull out a string of cloth. It was covered with dark dried blood stains from previous usage. She began to wrap the cloth around her wrist two times and left the rest of the cloth dangling between herself and him. Next she pulled out a small dagger with a single rune etched into the handle. Unlike the daggers he had thrown, this dagger was intended to create wounds that fought against healing.*\n\n. \n\"I don't understand what is going on with you and your armor, but it does look painful. Let me help.\" *Without waiting for his answer, she gripped the steel within her left hand and held firm. With a swift motion she yanked the blade from her own grasp, the sound of blood splashing the floor from the dagger. The sound of blood dripping from the palm of her hand fell into rhythm as it connected with the forest floor. The girl pivoted her hand 90 degrees until all the blood dripped from a single point underneath her pinky. She completed the ritual required to transfer a piece of her life onto another. Unlike those who practiced faith, this art was practiced by those who sought to merge the living and the dead. A white aura emanated from the palm of her hand and stretched across to find the Revenant, searching for wounds that required patching.* \n\n\"The tree will continue to grow and give breath to everything around it. There is a patch of the plants you like further within the woods, I don't know how much more you actually need of this poison. If not, I'm getting rather tired and I don't know how to steer a horse. That's something I'll have to rely on you to do.\""
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"author": "Ashnard",
"message": "The black beast frowned, heaving a strained breath through his nostrils. \n\"Beauty stays the hands of many vain folk, but not mine,\" He refuted bluntly, \n\"Unblemished, elegant and comely; a Silnari façade to hide the ugliness within. Some of your kind are even worse monsters than I am, once they show their true colours. You are not a defenceless or innocent fawn yourself after all, are you?\" Ashnard acknowledged with a grim look.\n\"Hiding your scars won't conceal the memory of your past, nor will it undo what has come to pass.\"\n\nHe furrowed his brows upon glancing at the girl's dagger, and even more so when she started forming a magical pattern. His instinct screamed for fight or flight, the memory of those fell sorceries inflicted upon him still fresh and seared into his mind. He sensed no harmful intent from the girl, but his fur stood on end all the same, far from comfortable. \n\"Pain is a merciful teacher, and a formidable weapon if one has the courage to wield it.\"\nHe let the pale aura of Imogen's healing ritual wash over him, then slide off like oil against water. The fresh, bleeding cut on his wrists was mended easily enough, but there was no fixing the long-dead flesh of every scar. A sizzling *Hiss* Echoed from his twisted breastplate as healing magic touched it, as though the very spell was anathema to it. The sinister blood-red glyphs folded within its surface gleamed as if leering at the caster, then faded into an oily blackness, rejecting the spell. \n_\n_\n\n\"I've sought healing before, girl. Rare concoctions and sacred blessings alike were all for nought; what has been done to me cannot be so easily undone. But I've accepted that. The ordeal may have changed me— twisted me beyond repair, but it has not killed me. Instead, it gave me power; *True* Power to change things, and a purpose.\"\nHe glanced over the healed tree, flashing a dark smile.\n\"My power, too, will continue to grow. It will spread pain and death to all those deserving. I alone will be their judge, jury and executioner, because I have the power to be. But I've also learned that I need to control that power, lest it overwhelms me as well. Nightshade helps with that.\" \n\nAt Imogen's affirmation, the beast turned over to head further into the forest for his original task of gathering the herb. Before doing so, however, he gave the girl a flat look over his shoulder. I have a mount just outside the woods. Once I finish gathering supplies, I can give you a ride to the nearest settlement. Beyond that, you are on your own.\""
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"author": "Imogen Surai",
"message": "*Imogen grabbed the cloth with her free hand and began wrapping it around the gash resting in the palm of her left hand. The cut had reached the bone and the rune prevented her natural regeneration from taking place. Just the act of bandaging it caused her to stifle her own gasps of pain. She couldn't do anything about the trembling in her voice however.* \n\n\"I don't really have a choice about being scarless, the majority of my wounds heal within seconds.\" *She lifted her left hand for the Canifor to see, a faint pink aura radiated from the injured hand. As soon as I remove the rot protecting the wound, there won't be a trace of injury. The cloth was already saturated with blood from the couple of seconds it guarded the wound.*\n\n\"I think it's foolish to talk about these sorts of things. I have the advantage as long as you continue to size up my strength.\" *She didn't expect the scars to be healed from the ritual she had performed. The druid had been covered with burns that stretched across her entire body once before. It was one of the most excruciating things she had ever felt in her life. Even tears touching the affected areas sent alarms in her head. She could only imagine The Revenant felt something similar when displaying his own affinity for flames.* \"I've never seen scars like these ones before.\" *The statement was more to herself, it was the first time she had come across a wound that seemed to almost taunt her.* \"I think you're going to be needing someone to keep your powers in check, Revenant.\"\n\n*The Druid dipped her head forward, enough so that her face was hidden from the Beastkin. It was drawing near that time for her, the unspoken limit of time a Vampire could go without feeding. She had hoped to reach the nearest town sooner rather than later. The craving to obtain fresh blood was fighting rational thought. The taste of the delicious crimson liquid taunting her taste buds even now. For now she just kept her head down and followed the backs of the Beast's paws as he walked further into the forest. It wasn't long before beads of sweat began to form underneath her bangs.*"
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"author": "Ashnard",
"message": "The familiar scent of Lathian blood burned in his nostrils. Too many times had he spilt it by the end of his claws, but never before had one spilt some *For* Him. Ironically, that one time was done with healing intent... And by tainted blood that even Lathians would spurn. The beast would chuckle, had he any whimsy left in him.\n\"It is all one grand performance for a lathian, isn't it? You mask the pain behind unblemished skin, you mask intent behind honeyed words, and you mask fear behind sweet perfumes, whether they are procured by your own volition or not. How can you expect someone to trust you, if you may never show your true face?\"\n\nHe'd avoided the girl's gaze the rest of the way, his back turned while focused on the task of gathering the herbs he needed. \"You say that as if *You* Would be able to keel me in check,\" The beast finally snorted. \"The only real advantage you had over me back there was the high ground, and you forfeited that without a second thought. That alone may have been more foolhardy than I could have expected. Perhaps you have a spine after all...\"\nHe glanced back at the girl, a sly smile curved on the corners of his muzzle for the briefest of moments before nipping another budding flower. \n\nThen, he caught scent of her sweat. The beast would have assumed it came from fear, from the fact her façade of bravado had finally failed her, but he remembered himself in a similar situation. \n\"Been a while since you last fed, hasn't it? Alas, I've only got a few dry rations to spare,\" He sighed, placing the last few nightshades on his pouch before standing back up. \"Come, the nearest settlement won't be too far on horseback... And the night still is young enough to savour a hunt.\""
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"author": "Imogen Surai",
"message": "\"If I didn't know better, I'd say you sound infatuated right now. If it's any solace for you, I do not choose to obtain no scars. I can't stop the healing anymore than you can't stop your hatred for the ones who wounded your soul. That's why I have a special dagger that allows me to utilize my blood.\" *She motioned to the dagger she used to slice her hand, knowing that his back was still turned to her. Even now the purple glow of faith magic was fading from her hand, the rot that infected the wound was nearly purified and her healing would once again mend the wound as whole.* \"As for my scent, this is natural.\" *Imogen paused to think, her lips curving into a small smile as she drew up her own conclusion on what he said.* \"Perfume? That's what you thought it was?\" \n\n*Between fighting off her starvation, carrying on with the conversation, and walking to the second patch of herbs. The Lathian felt fatigued and her pace was dragging compared to the Canifor. Granted, it was mostly because of her hunger and the energy she put forth to keep herself composed while in his company.* \"I had a lot more advantages over you than just the high ground. I wasn't born a Mutt for starters, that fact alone is why I have no need to make you kneel. You didn't have a choice at your birth, and that's something you'll have to carry with you forever.\"\n\n.\n*Imogen let out a soft laugh, she had been busted after all. She thought she was doing a rather decent job at not drawing attention to herself but alas. The Vampiress raised her hands to about shoulder length as she scrunched her shoulders.* \"You caught me.\" *Was all she said, downplaying her cravings as best she could. Though if he cared to look closer, her forehead wasn't the only place with small beads of sweat shining off her porcelain skin. From what little skin was exposed around the collar of her shirt and her neck also had traces of the looming bloodlust.* \n\n*Once he finished obtaining his herb and at his words, she turned around instantly. She already knew where the Canifor's horse was located. One of the perks of being connected with nature, an acute sense of things positioned around her. When it came to plants it was very precise, that was how she knew about the second location Nightshade. When it came to the Canifor himself however, she could only feel something stumbling around the forest. This time she led the way back to his mount, her back fully exposed to the Lathian hater without a shred of hesitation on her part. She felt more pity than fear for the Revenant.* \"I feel like if I wasn't a vampire you would've acted on impulse by now. Isn't that right, Mutt?\" *Until she obtained a name, it was the only thing she felt comfortable calling him as. That or \"Beast\", both seemed fitting regardless.*"
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"author": "Ashnard",
"message": "\"Don't flatter yourself, girl. I can spare no feeling but contempt for your kind once I've seen what they are capable of. Taunting me into acting upon it will only end poorly for you,\" The black beast scoffed, answering her with a grim look. \"Perfume, pheromones, natural scent, call it what you will. I've only got bitter memories associated with it. If its intended purpose is to charm, it is not working- on me, at least. The closer you have to a tolerable scent is your vampiric blood, and that's as good as poison.\"\n\nHe holstered the foraging dagger within one of the barely visible crevices on his armour, its hilt melding into the malformed plates like it was a natural part of them. For all one could tell, his entire body was covered in such daggers. \"I don't see how one's birth is relevant in a fight of life or death. Macen or Silnari or Beast, all bleed the same. Your gift will spare you from petty scars, but not from a mortal wound. You think a *Mutt* Would care of your *Noble birth* Before gutting you down? Cause if you, you are even more ignorant than I'd initially thought.\"\n\nLeading the way back to his mount, a thoroughbred mare of black fur and an ashen-grey mane, Ashnard placed the gathered herbs on the back of the saddle and effortlessly hoisted himself up on the front. There was barely enough room on the saddle for two. \"You keep on calling me *Mutt* As if that word is meant to insult me, as if 'noble birth' or whatever you would call it matters where I come from. Almost as if you are anything more than a bloodthirsty beast when it comes to your baser needs. A *Mutt* Can smell a lie, you now, and you *Reek* Of them,\" He mused sardonically before offering a paw to help the girl up the steed."
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"author": "Imogen Surai",
"message": "\"I did ask for your name, I could think of a name for you if that's something you're interested in.\" *She focused her attention back down to her hand as they tread through the forest back to his mount. She began unwrapping the bandage that covered the self-inflicted gash she made as a ritual. The only traces of a wound was a pool of dried blood upon her palm. The dirty bandage found its way into her pocket. She tapped her left index finger against her chin as she thought about a decent name for the Canifor, distracting herself for a moment on the craving she fell victim to.* \"Raven or Shadow, which do you like better?\" \n\n*The druid listened to his ranting, it wasn't the first time she found herself with someone with nothing but negative things to say about her. But in his case, she allowed it. A part of her wished to look after him, knowing that he would do something stupid. It didn't even sound like he had a plan or a goal to achieve, just a tall ball of hatred and resentment of something done long ago. If calling her ignorant made him feel better about himself, so be it.* \"What do you care about then? Surely it's not just for poison leaves and blood...\" *Her voice trailed off, by bringing up the topic she reflected upon herself. The things she cared about? She didn't know, she lived for days such as these ones. Not the random encounters or the walk in the forest. The days where she fed.* \"Nevermind, it's not my business.\" *She said after coming up with nothing of her own desires.*\n\n.\n*There was no way for the Revenant to know her thoughts, the secrets she desperately convinced herself otherwise. Thankfully for him, her insecurities took his words and entertained them on his behalf. Because she stopped before accepting his help onto the horse. Stopped because she felt like he was right. There was no normal life waiting for her, all the small things she did to make her feel accepted. Going to the market and looking at adorable clothing. Going so far to buy a beautiful purple dress that she had worn once. That evening ended in bloodshed and a ruined dress. She hated that she would need his help to get onto his horse. The mount was taller than she was. Struggling to get on by herself would just end in embarrassment. The druid's pale hand lifted from her side and grabbed onto the paw. She didn't know her hands were trembling from the words he spoke moments prior.* \n\n\"Where are we going?\" *She didn't really care about the destination, she had waited too long between her feedings to have a choice. She just wanted to know which location to not return to in the near future.*"
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"author": "Ashnard",
"message": "\"You can call me either once you grow tired of calling me mutt,\" He deadpanned with a dry scoff, \"Or you can spare yourself more annoyed retorts by just calling me Ash. Maybe I will even turn to the call of that name like the dog you always wanted to have,\" The black beast quipped. His tail shifted lightly from one side to another, its bladed tip occasionally grazing the ground. \n\nThe firm grip of his paw effortlessly lifted the gift of her feet and onto the saddle. His wiry— almost malnourished frame belied the beast's true strength, just as the harsh exterior and attitude belied the warm, velveteen softness of his padded palm. Parts of it were calloused as any warrior's from the time spent holding a blade, yet it hasn't lost the soothing texture of leather and fur. \"And what if that *Was* The only thing I cared about? What business of yours would it be, then? My motives are not your concern, and vice-versa, your problems are not my own unless you make them so. The world will keep on turning regardless of whether I drink my poisons or you get the chance to feed tonight.\"\n\nHe seated Imogen right behind him on the saddle, his segmented tail carefully coiled around her. The rest of his breastplate soon dispersed, parts of it retracting within his body, others expunged into black smoke until his muscular back was entirely exposed to her. As expected, it was yet another tapestry of charcoal fur embellished in occult markings and long-dried scars, shapely bones and muscle visible underneath his thin pelt even in the limited light of the moon. \"To a small homestead north of these woods. Not the best option to rest, but it should provide enough shelter, food... And cattle,\" He said pointedly, glancing at the girl over his shoulder. \"Hold on tight if you want to make it there before daylight.\""
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"author": "Imogen Surai",
"message": "\"Ash.. Is that the name you've chosen for yourself or the name chosen for you?\" *The moment the Druid asked the question, she had regretted it to some level. It wasn't the most well delivered question and void of any sense of compassion for the animal she spoke to. Surely it was an okay question to ask, it's not like he had feelings she should be conscious of being a beastkin and all. Though a part of her did see him as something slightly more than just some animal after spending a little time with him. He definitely needed a caretaker, at the very least.* \n\" I won't deny that I've always wanted a companion, I'm just afraid of losing myself upon them\" \n\n*The Druid used 'companion' lightly as she could communicate with other animals.Calling them pets felt rather weird because she was conscious of their needs and wants to an extent. The same could be held for Ash. He clearly wasn't a person like she was, but he had his needs as well. The thought crossed her mind on if she could provide the Canifor's desires or not. Finding Nightshade was an easy task, she could do that while asleep.* \"I'll admit, asking about your motives was inconsiderate of me. Sometimes I ask myself the same question and it's nice to hear someone else's reason for living. I haven't..\" *She stilled her tongue as she spoke. She was almost about to share something personal about herself that she would surely regret later. What would she have in common with this Lathian hating Canifor? Why was she still here with him after all the foul things he had said? Why hasn't he made an attempt on her life either? Questions swarmed her mind, questions that she wished would stop flowing to the forefronts of her mind as she sat behind Ash on top of his mare.*\n\n.\n*Imogen's arms coiled around the midriff of the Revenant. Her fingers barely scraped each other as she reached to connect her grasp. Instead she placed her palms against his stomach and held on tight. She had been horseback riding a couple of times prior, each time she either fell off the back of the horse or nearly held on. She wished Ash had given a name, she was willingly riding into a populated town with actual people at the peak of her need to feed. There was only a single time in which somebody had survived her feeding after being starved so long. Whoever it was she rode to visit tonight, would not be fortunate to see the morning sunlight.*\n\n*The feeling of his tail was minor reassurance that she wouldn't meet the ground so quickly after the initial gallop. Even so, Imogen pressed her masked face into the Canifor's back as she braced for what was to come. Under less time sensitive circumstances, she would've loved to have introduced herself to the horse. Communicating with animals was just another language to Imogen.* \"Before we ride.. Are you ever able to sleep without the need of aid?\""
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"author": "Ashnard",
"message": "\"That name I chose for myself,\" The beast affirmed, elaborating no further than that. \"I believe our idea of *Companionship* Differs quite a bit, girl. By no means am I good company, especially to a lathian; I'm not planning to get any better, either. The sooner this is over with and we can go our separate ways, the better... For the both of us.\" \nHe answered the druid's apology with no more than a huff and remained silent while she questions her reasons for living. Either he had no answer to give, or he didn't want to give one.\n\nHe visibly tensed as the girl wrapped her arms around his torso, pale fingers tracing between rugged fur. The warm pelt underneath was littered with dried flesh of old scars, the lean muscles firm as iron. A muffled snarl revealed grinding teeth and held breaths, the fur atop his head standing on end. Another question about him, for whether he slept without the help of nightshade. *As if she cares.*\n\"No,\" He answered flatly and spurred the reins of his mount, urging her into a quick trek that soon became a gallop.\n\nHis wild braids flowed with the wind, cold as the night while he galloped across the wilderness to reach a small prairie. In the distance, wooden walls and lantern lights of a small settlement could be seen, just as he had promised. The mare whinnied, reined in to a brief halt for Ashnard to glance back and regard the girl. \n\"If you've got no coin to spare, I can secure you a room in the local inn. But afterwards, you will be on your own. Don't come running to me if your hunt goes poorly and they come after you with torches and pitchforks,\" He warned. \n\nAsh took another moment to focus and utter an arcane word, briefly forming a pale glow in his palm. When he turned back, the horns atop his head were gone, his vampiric red eyes cast in shadow replaced with a vibrant yellow far more common amidst wild-born beastkin. It was no elaborate spell, merely a basic illusion so his appearance would be less cause for concern. When it came to dealing with peasants, that was usually more than enough. Without another word, he spared the horse onward, and past the village gate."
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"author": "Imogen Surai",
"message": "\"At some point I stopped wondering about the influences others had upon me. I just know having some company is better than none.\" *Ash's wording did leave her wondering about what he meant. 'For the both of us' it implied that she could change him as well, or influence him towards something. Imogen's grasp tightened around the Canifor's hips as the mare began to move forward. It was a nice night for a ride, she thought to herself. It had been a long time since she sat upon a horse. Her opinion changed rather quickly once the mare began galloping. The hard surface of her bone mask pressed firmly against Ash's back as she held on firmly.* \n\n\"It's been a long night for the both of us, we could always separate in the morning instead. Assuming things go smoothly tonight.\" *The Vampiress released her grasp upon Ash as she reached for her mask. Her thumb found the end of the mask just below her nose and paused. At the edges of the mask that merged with her face began to part itself from her flesh until she lifted it from her face. The mask resided neatly on top of her head but her bangs stuck to her face from biting back the urge that clawed against her mind. The girl shifted to the left to get a view of the settlement in front of them. She was so close now, she could almost taste the Sanguine liquid sliding over her tongue. Her own blood boiled with anticipation for what was to come. Thanks to the lack of warning Ash had given her, The druid nearly fell off the mare completely once he spurred it forward. Her legs shot upwards as she began to fall, her hands reaching wildly for anything to grab onto. Imogen's left hand found a few of Ash's braids and she pulled herself back onto his horse. Her right hand shortly found his stomach once again as she held on.*\n\n.\n*Once they were inside the village gate, she looked around at her surroundings. Indexing the layout the best she could in case things went south. Which places were dimly lit, which had candles. The female's heart lept in her chest as she saw a rather large male venturing into a dimly lit alleyway. He was going to be her target, she had decided upon it. The Wraith began to turn into hundreds of fluttering black moths and butterflies as they flew into the air high above. Silent wings drifted towards the lone male as he separated himself from anybody that she could see. Unable to contain herself any longer and without the fear of any real injury, she dawed her Silnari form once more. Imogen plummeted from the sky down onto her unsuspecting prey, using gravity and her entire weight to body slam the male. Searing pain reverberated from her right shoulder as her reckless charge broke her bones. The druid wasted no time as she extended her left hand forward and from underneath slithered a vine towards the downed Silnari. She had the element of surprise and she planned on using it to its fullest. The vine slithered into Silnari's mouth and crawled down his throat until it burrowed into his stomach. A rather bright flash of greenlight was the only warning he received from the Vampiress. Imogen closed her eyes and looked towards the entrance of the alleyway, a wide smile painted across her face as pure instincts and desire took hold over her consciousness. Her lips moved for a brief moment before multiple impaling spikes erupted from within the Silnari's body. The air around the couple showered in a faint red mist as she undoubtedly targeted every internal organ in his body. The gentle mist kissed her pale face as she trained her crimson eyes down upon the newly deceased. The spikes slowly withdrew back into the depth of his stomach as the wooden vine withdrew from his mouth. Her right shoulder was already operational once more as she straddled the corpse and began feed\n\nIng from a puncture wound above his heart.*"
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"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*They both journeyed amongst the country , leaning into the country aside from salvania. They spend days upon themselves walking and walking, using Varanas skeletons to easily hunt. Feeding Elizabeth the meat raw as she herself ate cooked it upon the fire she made.*\n\n*Elizabeth didn't talk at all. Being almost child like in her nature. The yellow eyes being innocent to a point but always hungry for something. Hunting came hard as you always had to supply for her but it wasn't enough , reluctant to even feed herself to her. This raw meat could only hold her off for so long. Every day her look on you getting more desperate.*\n\n*She wanted to ditch Elizabeth at any chance she got. The rune hanging over her head though, a simple word turning that child from days ago into a horrifying amalgamation. You were simply a prisoner within the biggest prison cell. No matter how far you went. It would only stretch further. It was pain. It kept her up every night. The very thoughts of it all. It hurt her inside , between sleeping, the breaks between the lands between. It was to much for her at a point.*\n\n*She was dancing simply with the devil in the palm of Vera's hand. She hadn't even talked these last few days. Not even through Elizabeth who simply wasn't what she was. An animal more or less than a creature always hungry.*\n\n*Always hungry*\n\n*The sun shone into the winter that was falling onto the land , it was extremely bitter at night but the Runes on Elizabeth kept her body warm to the touch. Luckily as you were able to keep yourself to all the hide you had acquired and gear the skeletons kept for yourselves stashed.*\n\n*You woke up only to have Elizabeth gone from the camp you had. Completely gone out of sight. The feeling of Vera talking behind your ear came to light. Feeling that she would kill you and whisper deeply into your soul if you lost Elizabeth. The river bank nearby , noise , lots of it. Screaming and groans for help came from it. Knowing fully well*\n\n*Knowing fully well what had occurred she rushed down the hilly side to the river bank. Where a red streak ran through the water , clothing was hanged over the tree surrounding it as you saw her. She was clearly naked. Being visible from the waist up as she held something within her hand. An arm. By the look of her face you saw her child like enjoyment seeing the water have little red streaks in it as she swished it around. A group of kids that clearly looked like they just wanted to play in the river were terrified. Hiding within the tree, the bigger one hiding behind it as a child was left dead to bleed out on the riverbank, squirming, alive but white as the snow that had follow the last few nights.*\n\n*She laughed as she did so, having fun with the child like game she was playing with herself. Clearly had no sense of anything she was doing. It was volatile what she had done, sickening even, but you knew when the blood ran out of the dismembered arm she would only go for another.*\n\n*The children cried out as some turned to you, begging for help against the monster. They were terrified even some wetting themselves. Some in shock , those who could speak to you were simply stuttering and felt sick. \nThe child on the shore was to scared to move that the woman would attack him again. The group of boys wanted help , only their lips mouthing the words as they were to scared to speak in the presence of the monster*\n\n*Elizabeth looked as she simply gone to swim and wahs herself off hence her clothes were on a tree, the kids must've meeting within the river but she caught one. Resulting in this situation. \nThe arm she held was turning pale and pale even grey from the blood loss as her enjoyment grew less and less. Dragging it with her back as she headed towards the shore. Wanting to get another from the dying boy*"
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"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "\".....\" *The scene unfolding before her was deeply disturbing. But Varana was practically desensitized to the gore at this point. What was it that Vera had said? Treat Elizabeth like an animal or something? That seemed appropriate. Elizabeth had basically turned into a murder dog at this point. Hoping to possible save some of the other people, she tried using the hand command Varana had told her to force Elizabeth to stop torturing the children, dry off, and get dressed. Hopefully this wouldn't end up like last time with everyone dying. Though, they'd need to move quickly. It seemed inevitable these people would go call for help now that Elizabeth had torn one of their arms off.* \"Elizabeth, stop! Get out of there and get dressed.\" *She ordered like someone reprimanding their dog, not sure if that would help.*"
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"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*She stood above the bleeding out boy, crouching down to consume more blood of him as her Runes glow , her blood coming out forming the collar around her neck as she desperately ran back into the water. The bloody chain getting longer and longer from her neck and to your hand. She was jolted by the sudden halt in her speed simply splashing into the water.*\n\n*She held her hands desperately at the collar trying to take it off as she screamed and whailed while a burst of anger came over her from it. The sheer frustration was painful beyond belief. She turned around to look at Varana as she started to rush towards her violently , placing her Runed hands on Varana as she grinned. The electricity simply seeping from the Runes. As it rushed up her body, the chains you held stopping it as it travelled back to Elizabeth as she noticed , using her finger tips to redirect it as made an extremely big hole within the ground next to you where she directed it.*\n\n*She was learning new things even by the day, she pushed Varana into the dirt as her bare naked body leaned over her smiling. As the kids in the tree tried to escape, she turned back around attempting to stop them but the chain had shortened as it simply strangled her*\n\n*A good dog should listen*"
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"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "*It was rather saddening to see Elizabeth wail and scream as she wrestled with the chains. But it was certainly less gut wrenching than watching her dismember a gaggle of children. She stood her ground as Elizabeth returned, staring her down with crimson eyes.*\n\n*Suddenly, the ground exploded next to her! The crackle of electricity split through the air. Varana was taken aback. Where had her monster pet learned something like that?! She hardly had time to dwell on it, because Elizabeth had pounced, pushing to the ground.*\n\n*This was not her first time being pinned down by the creature. Nor the second. Those times, however, the monster had at least been clothed. Seeing that Elizabeth was distracted by the fleeing children, Varana used this to her advantage! Soon she rose to her feet, commanding the disobedient pet to stand down, ready to use more hand commands if Elizabeth did not comply.*\n\n*Should she even really consider her Elizabeth anymore?*"
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"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*She was taken back by Varana getting away. Elizabeth gnawed at the chains as she tried to best to get out of them. Seeing the threatened face of Varana, Elizabeth didn't seem to care much. The chains tightened as the words left her lips however*\n\n*Elizabeth screamed in pain but caused her to stand down as her Runes light faded away, simply on her knees looking to the ground, unsure of what she was feeling. The dying child croaked at the shore. Seeming to be dying in his state. He was somewhere else entirely. Seeming his soul had already left his body.*\n\n*Elizabeth stared at him then at the necromancer looking at her to confirm what happened with the boy. Was it guilt? Wanted more? Was she even sure of what she did??*\n\n*Simply you had a weapon on a leash for now. Seeing what would happen if you left her to own accord*\n\n*She reached out her hand pointing at the boys body like a child herself*\n\n\"Boy\""
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"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "*Much to her relief, Elizabeth seemed to eventually calm down. Unfortunately, there wasn't much Varana could do about the dying child. Her magic couldn't fix a hole that big, and well... He already seemed to have passed. But she did notice a strange change come over her monster. The necromancer couldn't quite identify what it was though.*\n\n\"Yeah, ya killed him.\" *Varana grimly commented, despite her ever present grin. At least she'd managed to prevent Elizabeth from killing everyone this time. That was... An improvement...?*\n\n*Honestly, she was tempted to try and transform Elizabeth into a puppy or something. Then she shouldn't be able to use her strange powers and could frolic in peace. No more accidental or purposeful murder of innocence bystanders. Small problem: it required consent. One could only imagine how to get Elizabeth to agree to something like that.*\n\n\"...Come on, get dressed. We need to keep moving before the guards come.\" *Varana quickly retrieved clothes for Elizabeth, tossing then her way.*"
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"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*She moved away to the boys now rotting , decaying body, flies buzzing around it. The life was gone from it as she looked the face of it. She was staring at it for quite a while as you turned back to watch her. She placed her hand to it. As the body seemed to shrink and combust. It was crude and bloody, extremely sickening to see . The once boys body had turned into a hardened bloody red ball. Feeling like marble as she held it out to you , it bared a rune on the outside that seemed easy to wipe off like it was marker.*\n\n*She stared at you with the bright yellow eyes , it was so strange Vera's magic. Dealing with complete and utter blood control. But she talked more. Rare for what this new Elizabeth was, if it was even her*\n\n\"Give back to family\"\n\n*The gesture was strange, this marble ball held that body?? Held that boy, bones and all. It was far beyond anything, ancient even, she stood up , getting dressed as she looked saddened almost by what she had done. A hint of her conciousness passing through her emotion on her face.*\n\nRegret \n\n*She didn't feel like talking more to you, but you wondered what had even happened to her in the first place. Why was she like this at all. It hurt to see this*"
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"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "*It was shocking to see the body decay so quickly. And just as fast, Elizabeth had creamated the remains and collected it into a little red marble. Varana gazed at it with confusion upon hearing the request. While she could tell the experience had hurt Elizabeth, that was no excuse for the pain she had caused others. This was the opportunity to learn an important lesson, she decided.*\n\n\"Well... We can make a detour for that, I suppose.\" *Varana reasoned with a small nod.* \"You'll... Have to deliver it though.\" *She insisted firmly. Elizabeth had caused this problem, so the creature would need to see it through.*\n\n*Once Elizabeth was dressed, the necromancer summoned a bone hound, transforming it into a regular dog, to try and help hunt down the scent of the boy. With that, they would have a chance at locating his residence.*"
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"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*Elizabeth tailed behind Varana as they walk further on from the bank of the river. Elizabeth seemed shook in her own head. She looked lost in her rugged appearance, she was playing with her fingers, the Runes running uo them as she ran her frail fingers along them*\n\n*She was so obscure this little red headed woman, a child within the body of a world ending threat, in your responsibility. You had to keep her in check, she traumatised some children. Killed one. Bet she would've done the same to the others if she got to them. You both trailed on as a small village appeared in sight, making your way into it as a man steps in your way as you approach the village. \nHe was broad in nature. A deepened voice as he points a sword at Elizabeth*\n\nMan:\"Slaves go to the kingdom, y you... Mage... Necromancy... A revolting case of magic ... It's disgusting.\" *He spits at you as Elizabeth steps forward holding his neck harshly, her fingers squeezing this hunk of a man off the ground* \n\n\"We have business here. Your people will be spared if you let us. Do you understand??\"\n\n*Elizabeth held him firmly before he answered with a yes, dropping the huge man as the ground shook and thumped with him dropping. He gave a stern look at us both as we crossed , simply didn't want to make that choice, he was threatened, clearly by her strength, being unnatural. The man simply trembling out of what happened to him*\n\n*Elizabeth seemed to have gained at least what she had be left behind before Vera. Speaking without the animalistic intent, at least as what it seemed for now. Why the sudden change of heart though. Why did she seem so certain on doing this. For a random family*\n\n*The people within the village looked as we entered . Surprised such a strange group of girls was even let in*"
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"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "*Varana was rather used to people ranting about her magic. Though, how this total stranger knew that she was a necromancer was beyond her. She always transformed her summons before entering an inhabited area, precisely to avoid situations like this. The necromancer was relieved to see that Elizabeth solved the problem without bloodshed this time. In fact, the animalistic edge to her seemed to be wearing off. But would it last? Varana could only hope so.*\n\n*As they ventured further into the town, she tried to ignore the bystanders that were staring. Instead, she just followed her summoned dog along towards what where the boy had presumably lived. Varana expected this would be a painful experience for Elizabeth, but it seemed to be slowly bringing out her humanity. Perhaps not all was lost, then? Maybe her friend Elizabeth was still in there? These thoughts danced through her mind as they closed in on what was presumably the boy's home.*\n\n*The hound came to a stop at a particular building and pawed at the door, as if to say this was the place. Varana looked to Elizabeth expectantly, watching carefully in case things were to go wrong. She was determined to act and prevent any killings, if it seemed that things were going in that direction.*"
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"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*She watched as the hound stopped at the house, looking at the wooden type cabin that stood there. The rest of the people in the village just stared. Simply afraid of why we were there.\nI walked up the wooden planks myself knocking on the door as you give me the marble after holding out my hand*\n\n*No response. I knock again as the door creaks open, an eyeball in the slit as it looked at us both. The door about to shut again as i put my hand to the door opening it fully myself. The middle aged lady being knocked to the ground scammering backwards as she was to afraid to get up*\n\nWoman: T THE RIVER BANK, THAT HAS TO BE YOU. THE OTHER CHILDREN CAME BACK. B B BUT MY BOY ..... Y Y YOU GOTTA BE THE CULPRET. YOUVE COME FOR ME TO... OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE. YOU KILL HIM? YOU YOU BEAST *She rushes back grabbing a kitchen knife as she shakes it as I walk towards her ever so slowly. In her anger she rushes and stabs me piercing my skin where my heart is.*\n\n*I look at it and look at her, handing the orb to her as she stars at it in rage and disgust as she shivers back as she falls to the floor looking at me as I pull the knife out, blood pouring everywhere onto the floor as some runs from my mouth to. The small marble rolls to her touching.*\n\n*The Wound burns as it drastically heals quickly, the skin stitching itself back together quick as she stares at it an the balls colour*\n\nWoman: \"V v v vampire... O o out here??? W w why ..... No no... Vampires c c can't do this... \"\n\n*I step forward looking down at her*\n\"I killed your son. Enjoyed it. He was simply wanting to swim as I ripped his arm clean off just to be left to die. I would've eaten him if I didn't want to see him suffer...\nThis rune on this ball. You rub that off, you'll get your sons body. I'm sorry... \"\n*She shivered and paused at what I said. Clenching the ball and hugging it like it was her own child. To stunned to even speak. Then something left my lips that shocked even you*\n\n\"Would you want to join them. There is a heaven. I can confirm to you.\"\n\n*She looked up shaking as she clenched the ball hard, scared from what I said*\n\n\"His soul was pure. He took him. The one above.\" \n\n*She shivered at the thought. So deep in her own head she didn't know what to even say as she shook with dread and a sick feeling of grief.*\n\n\"You choose to do so. We will be taking stay in one of the ins at your village . You will leave us be until then. We have our own business.\"\n*I walk out as you look at the grieving mother, crying, absolutely in a mess, you tail behind me as you almost want to ask me what the hell did I do. Putting my hand up to wait.*\n\n*We seek referuge within a small in as I lay on the bed thinking what on earth could I have done better. Looking over to you wanting to ask something of me. As I lean back up enabling you to ask, seeming mad at me*"
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"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "*Varana watched from the doorway as all of this unfolded. She was at first alarmed as the knife-wielding peasant stabbed Elizabeth. But to her amazement, the vampire monster was able to heal herself with ease. Clearly no mortal weapon would slay her so easily. The necromancer wasn't sure what to make of things. Regardless of what Elizabeth had said, the result would have been a grieving mother. The solution was to not go around murdering people in the first place.*\n\n*But evidently Elizabeth didn't want any feedback right now. So Varana obliged and followed the vampire monster friend thing over towards the inn. The necromancer sighed softly to herself as she settled into another bed.*\n\n\"So uh... Moral of this story, killing children is not a good thing.\" *Varana concluded with a nod.* \"...Better if you can avoid murder entirely, but uh...\" *Seeing how that seemed to be the primary way for the hungry vampire to feed, perhaps that was asking for the impossible.* \"Anyways, we should probably try to move on from here pretty quick. I'd imagine we'll outstay our welcome pretty fast now...\""
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"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*The rune on Varana glowed potently again as Elizabeth looked at her. Clearly knowing what had to be done, Elizabeth walked over to her putting her hand onto Varana gently.*\n\n\"You, have to stop travelling with me Varana. Your not safe at all , over these last few days. Vera's own memories have taken over me. Holding me. It feels like an itch now. It's painful. Oh so painful. Been watching you while you sleep. Just wanting to consume you all the way. \nYou're worthless to her right now,\n not proving anything , she will plan to have you killed. If I don't first.\"\n\n\"She's only using your bloods potent magic to grow this body more and restore herself. I've been holding myself back. That rune only glows when I'm hungry. I've been trying my best to avoid thinking about it, at night while you sleep. I often just lick up the blood that drips from it to even fill me... But it's to dangerous, for you to be with me. To dangerous for you to leave me alone.\"\n\n*She grazed her hand on you, clearly tainted by Vera's influence still as she ran it across you, holding you on place as moved away the clothing on your shoulder. Biting deeply into it as she ran her toungje across the skin and up her neck. She almost groaned in pleasure of eating of her. Pinning her deeper as she started to suck on the blood, holding Varana by the neck*\n\n\"Vera is a demoness . Creature not from this world that shouldn't be allowed. She is no vampire. She is an anicent evil, you. You are my pet\"\n\n*Elizabeth holds to her more as licks up the necromancers stomach all the way to her neck, a demonic smile looking at her, Elizabeth's nail dragging across the girls fragile skin. Carving Runes into it as Varana felt relaxed as the new rune glowed, bleeding with the other. She felt numb even like she was helpless. As Elizabeth puts her mouth to Varanas small ear, whispering*\n\n\"When we find Kindred , we won't be needing you to feed on anymore... She will cause what she did 1000 years ago... All your fault\""
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"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "*Varana frowned, then looked confused. She appreciated the candid suggestions from Elizabeth, but the necromancer had no idea of how to be rid of Vera. The glowly rune thing would just stop her after all. As Varana was pondering these things, she suddenly felt the monster bite into her shoulder. She let out a sharp cry of surprise, trying to push away Elizabeth.*\n\n\"What do ya want me to do?! I don't know how to get rid of the runes or stop Vera...\" *The necromancer protested.* \"...If I knew how to get outta here, I would have already done it.\" *She grimaced, continuing to squirm and flail. She didn't like being eaten alive. Who could blame her for that? It was a fairly natural response.*\n\n*The summoned dog nipped at Elizabeth's legs as if trying to get her to release the necromancer.*"
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"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*Vera pressed her hand at her neck more as the dog nipped at her as she raised her voice at it, kicking back at it with full force, breaking the neck of it as a massive crack was heard as it was done so. Like nothing ever happened she went back to looking at Varana , her eyes gleaming*\n\n*Her hand came off her neck as squeezed at the soft skin around Varanas Rune as blood gushed out from it. Vera putting her mouth to it as she squeezed at it. Sucking up ever drop dripping from her body. Vera was holdinh Varanas body down with sheer force. She felt her bones cracking and getting crushed by the sheer force of it. The Runes on Vera turned almost pinkish again. As it was a very vibrant pink colour. The yellow intertwined within the colour. She put her lips to Varanas ear breathing deeply into it as she looked at her face to face as their noses touched*\n\"Hear how much I'm enjoying eating you alive?? I'm gonna keep you around a bit longer ... But you see how easily I can dispose of you... Know it. I havnt restored my full body yet... And 1 singular rune can make your whole body numb , you can't move can you?? Feels as if all your energy has been drained? What do you think... Should I let you live. Keep you around as a playmate for Elizabeth?? She's not taking this body to lightly\"\n\n*Vera places her lips to Varana again as she pulls away last second. Just taunting her as she laughs and giggled*\n\n\"Now speak. Pet. What is it you feel\""
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"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "*The necromancer only squirmed more as she heard Vera murder her summon. Varana gasped and cried. She felt like the life was being sucked out of her. The snap of bones was sickening. She felt a searing pain rush up through her chest. Though Vera might have been speaking, Varana hardly heard her, overwhelmed by the pain coursing through her chest and shoulder. Honestly, if Vera was going to kill her, she wished the monster would hurry up and get it over with.*\n\n*As Vera pulled away, the only thing this monster go in response was an angry crimson glare. The necromancer quivered, trying to bear the pain that was sweeping through her. But the ardent mage didn't dare open her mouth, knowing nothing but cries of pain would be emitted. Perhaps, had Varana not been in such pain, she'd have more to say about being toyed with in such a manner.* \".......\""
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"author": "Kemendriel Ameturma",
"message": "*Kemendriel rubbed her hands. The drizzle that chilled the port town of Huimeor since the morning seemingly didn't want to go away today. Even with all of her clothes and armors on, the dark elf felt the cold moisture tainting her linen pants and freezing her face. Although she didn't like that sensation much, she was facing an issue. A business issue.*\n`\"... What? Three hundred silver for that? This is outrageous. Thank you sir, but I will pass.\"` *She replied, visibly to a merchant.*\n*Although her voice and face didn't show any sign of irritation, a followed-up soft sight would've betrayed a slight loss of patience in her.*\n*She reattached her skinny purse on her belt and drew away from the shop, looking around on the cobbled street to look for her next target.*\n`\"Hmm... I can't afford a cart either... Buying horse would also be impossible right now, I couldn't even afford their food... What a hassle...\"` *She thought aloud while shaking her head.*\n*Kenendriel stood tall in the center of the street as her golden eyes pierced through the thin rain's gloom, searching for another solution.*"
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"author": ".useless.exe",
"message": "*Despite the unpleasant weather, quite a few people still went on with their daily lives, shopping, going to work or simply passing by. A port town like Huimeor was always lively no matter the weather or season, many goods were brought in here and one could often buy raw materials without paying the cost of transportation that they'd had to buy it at further in the mainland. It was the early afternoon yet the taverns were already packed with drunken sailors who took some well deserved rest after their long travels, to men of the sea like them a little rain was nothing close to an inconvenience, it was a major inconvenience to another someone though. A tall figure in Hybrid leminate armor was splitting the people on the streets with her large shoulders and determined walk like an icebreaker. It was a Beastkin, one of the Felinid kind, despite her grumpy looks and muscular build, she was rather obviously female this was in part betrayed by her fur pattern, Calico patterns were extremely rarely seen one males after all. As the tall figure walked along the shops and comerces, she looked at the prices with an increassingly angry frown.*\n\n*Suddenly her small folded ears twitched and she turned her head to two merchants who were talking in low voices and giggling amongst themselves, apparently her sharp senses were able to pick up on their conversation, they were laughing at her for looking so miserable in the rain. This pushed Nia over the edge she glared at the two merchants who soon realized their mistake, after all, a Beastkin carrying such a large sword was never someone you should make fun of. The warrior's large green eyes darted at their products and the prices... It was expensive like everything else. And like a clap of thunder in the cloudy skies, her extremely loud voice came booming angrily with her uncommon accent.*\n\n\"OI! Whit d'ya think yer haverin' aboot eh?! Ai know am a pure nick undar the damn 'ell dreepin' rain! But y'all ain't bonnie either right! With yer bowfin' asses!\" *She looked at the price of a cart and then back at the merchant with an even angrier glare.* \"Three hunder fiftae silvar for yer wooden sheit?! Got some gallus trynna be so sleekit with me! Are ya two fookin' Screwballs?! Are y'all gawk? Dighted? 'ell mend ye if ya two get a skepit across the heid!\" *One of the merchants tried to speak up and interupt her* \"Haud yer wheesht! Yer bum must be oot the windae if yer think'in this sheit's okey!\" *She continued screaming at them more and more incomprehensibly, the entirety of the street could hear her and turned to the raging beast of a client barraging the two more and more uncomfortable looking merchants with nearly incomprehensible insults.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Further down the wide, busy street, an enormous figure slowly and patiently makes its way through the crowd. This one has no need to force its way through the press of bodies, heavy hoof steps sending small, distinct tremors outward which alert anyone nearby to the presence of something large, and heavy. Most people casually turn to glance, expecting a horse or an ox, only to find themselves staring at the distinctly female, armoured waist of a beastkin. A Centaur, tall, powerfully built with a mane of blonde hair and a dark golden hued body, a huge round shield strapped to her 'human' back, and a long polarm resting easily on one shoulder.\n\nMost people hastily move aside, to gawk up at the hybrid creature, but the centaur pays them no mind. Her sharp, almost elf like face expresses no emotion, flat and seemingly disinterested in her surroundings, but her eyes study the crowd and various stalls. Fish mongers and the like mostly, as expected from a port, though there are various merchants with differing stock. Kalie plods onwards through the drizzle, unbothered by the weather. The rain pings from her upper armour, and steam rises steadily from her flanks, her high body temperature more than enough to deal with the chill.*\n\n*The skins from her recent hunt had been sold for a good price, and now she was on the lookout for a good armourer. Her funds were a little low at the moment, and finding somewhere with a good price was essential. Once she had saved enough gold, she would return to...\n\nHer thoughts are brought to an abrupt halt as loud and angry yelling echoes over the background noise of the crowd. Kalies' pointed ears flick, and her head turns to regard the source of the disturbance; a felinid, haranguing a pair of pale faced merchants with a variety of insults delivered in a highly unusual accent. Idle curiosity gets the better of the Centaur, and with a shrug she ambles over, pushing aside a couple of chuckling sailors, so that she can stand and watch, towering over the heads of everyone else nearby.*"
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"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*In crowd someone stood out almost as much as the centaur a naga he pure dirtless white tail and golden under belly of the tail, his hair was the same white coated in gold jewels, it has been grown long so it flows in the winds, he was wear a long white cloth due to his hatred of shirts his chest was bare, and his arms are covered in more gold jewel, some would think he was rich by the amount he's wear*\n*He's is unaware of the fact is drawing attention so himself but then he sees the centaur then heard the noise on yelling also moving towards it, wondering if someone needs help, and he didn't want to be a crowd, so slowly makes his way out of the crowd moving over the loud noises pouring himself a mug of beer*"
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"author": "Kemendriel Ameturma",
"message": "`\"Uhm?\"`\n*What a racket. And that accent... It wasn't lymian, for sure. She turned over the loud noise that her own pointy ears localized, resting her glance on the pissed off customer. Now, that was a **Big** Cat. And a huge sword for sure. Whereas she would've normally just pursued her daily life, Kemendriel herself had issues with the merchants' prices. 'Serves you right!' She thought. But maybe the intimidation factor that emanated from the felinid could've served her too?*\n*The armored elf moved to the yelling person. From her new perspective, she wasn't so intimidating now, as the purple-haired lady's head towered even above the latters. Still, she had to respect a creature like this, and soon she would've reached her shoulder with her right, steely glove..*\n`\"Forgive them, friend. Greed leads to ruin. Those are already doomed forever.\"` *She softly spoke.*\n*Upon inspection, one could've seen her as an imposing female warrior. A dull-looking, full set of Almain Rivet armor, with furry pauldrons and a purple cape floating by the marine breeze. Her hair seemed long, despite them being tied in a hanging ponytail, made heavier because of the rain. Her body seemingly felt slender and athletic, despite the majority of it being covered in steel, linen and leather.*\n*Her face was harmonious, and she displayed a terribly friendly and attractive smile.*\n`\"I don't really know what you are looking for, but you should move on. Maybe the next neightbouring shops will propose more welcoming prices.\"`"
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"author": ".useless.exe",
"message": "*The screaming rampage that Nia was on was halted rather smoothly by the elf. The tall beastkin had never seen an elf like that one in any of the many lands she had traveled in and so she stared at Kemendriel for a second listening to her speak and nodding.* \"Aye, that's right int it?\" *She looked at the people some of which were still staring at her strangely, she sighed and turned to the elf once again.* \"Sorry for all that racket eh! Ma heid's mince and it's a dreich day am not dealin' with such sheit today.\" *Her ears twitched a bit, she really seemed in a miserable situation, her exposed fur was all damp and messy and her armor was soaking wet, which for a cat was obviously not a pleasant state to be in nor was it for anyone.* \"Riskin' ma life to kill crabbit monsters, but naw, can't buy a shoogly cart, I swear.\" *She shrugged but was looking a bit exasperated.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The Centauress' gaze moves over to the dark elf, taller than the felinid, but with a strong build. A warrior? Perhaps they both were. They certainly looked strong enough. The woman seemed to have calmed the cat, who now only seemed damp, and somewhat unhappy. The crowd begins to move away, now that the show appears to be over, but Kalie remains standing, letting the people flow around her like water around a stone. The girl needs a cart, if she heard correctly.\nKalie was never above menial labour, nor getting her hands dirty. She was a mercenary in more ways than one, after all, and there was a chance of earning something while she was here. There were no bounties available in town just yet, no other jobs for someone of her skills, but carrying a few items? She could do that. The large beastkin scrapes at the ground a couple of times with a front hoof, in a lazy, thoughtful gesture, then shrugs her broad shoulders lightly and casually steps forwards toward the two women, feet clopping against the stone cobbles.*\n\n\"Greetings, strangers. Apologies for the interruption, but did I hear you say you needed a cart? Perhaps I can be of assistance.\"\n\n*Her voice, while polite and formal, is neutral and kind of clipped, much like her face, deep yet distinctly feminine and with a strange accent. Not quite so severe as Nias' of course, but definitely foreign.*"
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"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion watches them from a few feet away, before also coming up to the party at first curious about what was bringing such a Odd party, but when he saw the dark elf he almost freezes in place in complete awe of her beauty, he even dropped his mug. He has never seen anything like her*"
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"author": "Kemendriel Ameturma",
"message": "*The dark elf turned around as another person joined the little group. While Kemendriel woudl've heard what was to her a foreign feminine voice, her eyes widened when she raised her head to look up at the centauress. A rare sight! Only a few people in Ramul Ta could've boasted of having a glimpse at this race. And moreover, she seemed like an educated one! Fortunately for Kalie, the steel-plated warrior wasn't a monster hunter or a slaver.*\n*A while of shock after, she cleared her throat before greeting the imposing horsey figure.*\n`\"Hum, g-greetings. Sorry for that awkward silence, it isn't everyday that you see one of your kind, here in Lymia...\"`\n*She hesitated, probably by sheer intimidation. But that wasn't for long before she replied to the centauress.*\n`\"In fact yes, I was searching for a way to transport my equipments. But by that I meant, a permanent one. I wouldn't even dare to ask you for such a mundane task.\"`\n*Kalie monopolized all of her attention at this moment -and she probably wasn't the only one- and such, she didn't notice the male Naga contemplating her face. Not yet at least.*"
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"author": ".useless.exe",
"message": "*Nia still looked a bit grumpy all soaked in the rain, but a glimps of her more casual enthusiastic shined through her eyes when she gazed upon the centaur. She looked at Kalie from head to toe, well hooves, and grinned. She remembered a distant past memory in the farm where she grew, a centaur in armor talking with her father around cups of coffee. It slowly came back to her as she had mostly forgotten what was to a kid a very mundain interaction, but now she thought a bit more about it, she rarely ever saw other centaurs really besides that one soldier that had certainly served with her dad at some point in his long military career.* \"Oi centaur lass! Offrin' service right? How nah? Just a wee keek at at ya and I know yer gonna take fine care of ma armour. Mon what's yer price? Am pretty scunnered with them dreepin' rags.\" *She was pretty casual about it all, but seemed happy that somebody would conveniently take her luggage for her, if that was the case she could go get some food and drinks at an inn, and boy did the big felinid love food and drinks. She didn't think about a \"Permanent solution\" Or long term in general, part of her laid back personality was a principle saying \"Easy come easy go\" Use what comes your way as long as it works, if it's not viable in the future find a solution when the current one stops working! Easy, no worries, that was her way of going about buisness.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Oop, I'll have to post later on, still at work\n\n*Kalie flicks her damp hair away from her face with a bounce of her head, her tail doing the same, swishing left and right. She waits out the brief silence without comment, possibly accustomed to the initial shock of strangers. Centaur were a somewhat rare sight, as the elf said, and she took no offense. Her expression remains as neutral as before, showing no emotion. Only a slight raising of one fine blonde eyebrow occurs, as she addresses both the women.*\n\n\"No task is mundane. I find work to be an excellent way to pass the time. For a couple of silver, I'll carry your equipment where you need it to go.\"\n\n*Kalies' eyes move from Nia, to Kemendriel, considering her words. Another idea occurs, and she decides to make a suggestion. Sticking around unusual people like this often brought an opportunity for profit.*\n\n\"Or, perhaps you could use an ally on your travels. Someone to watch your back.\"\n\n*It seemed a safe bet. If the elf had friends, they'd be here with her, wouldn't they? Instead the girl is wandering around alone. Kalie doesn't bother asking why; the less she knew, the better. She's about to speak again, when she finally notices the Naga. For a moment, she's surprised. How had she not seen him before? All that white, and.. That was a -lot- of gold. Suddenly it strikes her, that they've formed a rather unusual group indeed, and seem to be drawing a little bit too much attention. Well, she would see what the females answer to her proposal was first.*"
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{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "Dillion was still looking to her it hard not to notice the gold & white naga, who's tail is starting to move left and right. It may just be his loneliness getting to him,, suddenly he snapped out his trance hearing what Kalie* \n\"I-i'll help too!\" \n*He said without thinking, he turns to look at the other hoping they didn't see him in a trance about the elf lucky they didn't seem to noitce, he slap his palm against his head, but still wanted to help them, 'it would nice to get out and talk to people maybe it'll help my awkwardness to people' he thought to himself. He looked at the others again, they were a real odd bunch so dillion felt a little bit better about helping out, if the dark elf didn't mind*"
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"author": "Kemendriel Ameturma",
"message": "*The dark elf took a brief while to weight up the pros and cons about Kalie's offer. She didn't like the idea of relying on someone's help, nor would she have handled her gears to someone she just met. The risk of stealing was too high, even if the centaur seemed trustworthy at first glance.*\n`\"Mmh. You may find me sorry about that, but I can't accept your offer.\"` *She gently rejected.* `\"Maybe if we were to know each other I would've accepted, but... I can't just put my properties on a stranger's back like that. I hope you understand.\"`\n*She apologized while lowering her chin and eyes as a formality. But then, a new voice added to the conversation. Seemed like a timid one though. Kemendriel reached the newcomer with her golden glance and quickly scanned him. A Naga, now? That day was a festival of rarities!*\n`\"I... Dont really know how and why you would like to help, but... Hello, I guess?\"` *She confusely greeted.*\n*The elfic warrior shivered briefly. The drizzle still didn't cease. After the failed attempt at bargaining and this meeting, the cold and a slight grumble from her stomach reminded her of the other reason she came to town. She shrugged.*\n`\"But anyway. I'm hungry, and this dampness is slowly making me pissed. Would you mind if we get a drink and a meal inside? There's an inn at the end of the street that cooks delicious seafood stews.\"`\n*The purple-haired lady would've then waited for an answer while crossing her arms. Despite her acting somewhat cold because of her annoyance, the invitation would've probably sounded friendlier to the other people. At least people would've also stopped fixing this uncommon group.*"
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"author": ".useless.exe",
"message": "*Nia impatiently listened to the ramblings of each and every other members, waiting for them all to be done with their discussions before raising her voice.* \"Aye Aye all this all that, reel noice. Ai freat we'd gaunae hive ta head inside indeed.\" *She gestured with her right hand a sort of vertical circle using her flexible wrist to signify 'let's move on'* \"Let's talk price and whit not 'round sum hawt meal eh? Ale's on meh if ya want so les' just go.\" *The bad weather was getting worse and the Felinid woman seemed more and more bothered by it, her tone was a bit pressing but still inviting and overall freindly. There was a decent looking inn right across the street, made of rough white stone bricks and dark oak wood, it looked pretty ancient but the warm golden light that came out of it's glass windows was definitly cozy looking and seemed to draw Nia like a moth to a lamp. A worn out sign over the heavy door said \"Grey Bear Inn & Tavern\" It was nothing fancy but it looked about as experienced and longstanding as an inn could. For this type of place, a rather ancient look was often a selling point, if it looked old without seeming decrepid or moldy, that meant the place had services of high enough quality to stay open for a long time in a rough line of buisness with a lot of competition, while a young and brand new looking inn, was a risky bet as one couldn't be certain of the services' quality.* \"Ovar 'ere, noo here they got mushroom stew that's ta die for!\" *The large woman said with a big grin as she walked towards the establishment, gesturing the rest of the small group to follow her.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The huge beastkin shrugged her broad shoulders slightly, dipping her head. She had not truly expected the elf to take her up on the offer, but it never hurt to try right? You never knew what sort of opportunity might come your way, if you were willing to look for it. Still, the elf was wise to be cautious. Perhaps she would be more amenable after a hot meal, and some warmth? If not, then Kalie would move on, as she always did. The felinid seemed more open however, so there might be some profit there at least. As for the Naga..\n\nKalie glances down to the creature with a little irritation. Just where had he popped up from, and why was he so keen to \"Help\"? Very suspicious, in her opinion. Sure, she had offered her services, but certainly not for free. Never trust someone who seemed happy to help, for nothing. That was what she believed. She would have to keep a close eye on the snake man. Although, it would be a shame if something happened to him, and all that gold got \"Misplaced\"...Something to think about, certainly. Turning her attention back to the women, Kalie offers a half smile, and nods, keeping her expression pleasant now. Sometimes she forgot, that most people didn't enjoy the weather as she did. Her face turns up toward the sky for a moment, letting the cold rain wash over her face, then with a sort of neighing huff she gives her self a shake, skin rippling along her 'horse' body. Pushing her damp, blonde hair up and away from her face, she finally replies.*\n\n\"As you wish. A hot meal is always welcome, for me at least.\"\n\n*One last glance at the elf and the naga, and she saunters onwards, hooves clopping, and tail swishing as she heads over to the tavern, following Nia. Bystanders step aside for the centaur, aside from a couple not paying attention who Kalie gently nudges aside, much like a normal horse would do.*"
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"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion did not like the glares at him one bit, he felt threatened especially by the centaur. He also regretted yelling I'll help you he should have tried to talk to her first, now he has just had himself like suspicious he slams his palm against his forehead in annoyance at himself but it could be worse he couldn't have been rejected well he wasn't sure if he has. So he took the offer as well begrudgingly though since he still felt uncomfortable but it was the only way to make himself look less suspicious so he followed also looking nervous not helping his situation. He couldn't talk too he couldn't bring himself to he looked at the dark elf trying to finger out what she thinks about him hoping she doesn't find him weird or untrustworthy*"
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"author": "Kemendriel Ameturma",
"message": "*Kemendriel nodded to her fellow felinid. At least she wasn't the only one being annoyed by the weather.*\n*Eventually the group would've reached the inn's entrance. She opened the door and warmly grinned at the party as to invite them all inside. But, hadn't them a **Little** Problem? She raised her chin to the centauress.*\n`\"Ahem... I'm actually... Quite dumb, ain't I? Haha...\"` *She nervously chuckled.* `\"I mean, are you able to enter, centauress?\"`\n*The dark elf marked a point. As being a centaur was completely fine within the free lands of Lymia, people usually weren't taller than a certain heigh, as the 210cm doorframe depicted. Now she felt stupid and guilty. What if her imposing invitee couldn't come inside and would've thought that the elf lady would've tried to mock her?*\n`\"I-I'm sorry! I'm so dumb! I swear I just forgot about your stature...!\"` *She clumsily defended.*\n*One couldn't tell if she was sweating or not because of her already wet face, but it was easily seen that she was sincerely confused.*"
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"author": ".useless.exe",
"message": "*Nia slaped the elf across the back, it was not meant to hurt quite obviously and was clearly an amical gesture full of compassion, but it did hurt a bit, it seemed as if the powerful feline warrior wasn't the best at controlling her strength.* \"Oi! Don't ya get riddy! Ain't nothin' int it horse lass?\" *She turned at the centaur with a smile, calling her a 'horse lass' that was a very familiar way of adressing what was pretty much a stranger. Such behavior showed the pretty outgoing and laid back attitude and state of mind that characterized Nia, she was friendly to almost everyone and expected the same from other people towards her, this could be seen as a bit naïve and Nia knew that most people weren't nice out of the blue and for no reasons, theifs, liars, cheaters, murders, corrupt nobles ect were something she was clearly aware of but she had decided to not let those crappy people ruin her cheerful mood and that if push came to shove she had faith in her strength to pull out of situation her good will and faith in people may have put her in.* \"Yer gunna fit through right? Inn's job's to serve booze to peeps no matter how wee, how large, how sketchy, they'll be managin' no sweat!\" *She smiled again towards Kemendriel, despite a bit rough and hard to understand, her words were encouraging, telling both the centaur and the dark elf not to stress over anything and to simply take it easy, even though her accent and slangy speech wasn't the easiest to decypher, Nia was able to get her emotions across quite well through her cheerful tone and relaxed facialexpressions, she was just happy to finally get inside, and after saying what she had to say, she passed by Kemendriel to enter the inn.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Coming to a halt behind the other two women, Kalie rests one hand on her 'hip'. Or rather, what would be her hip on a human body. Either way, she tucks her thumb under her sword belt while she peers down at the doorway. It's certainly tall enough, and just about wide enough for her backside. Presumably, a port town like this gets all kinds of visitors, so it only makes sense to accommodate the larger ones.\nCosy light leaks out from the slight gap in the door frame, bringing with it the heady scent of multiple people, booze and home cooked food. Not something the Centauress particularly cares about, but if it puts her potential clients at ease, then it's all good. Bawdy music, dulled by the thick walls wafts from an open window, joined by the tuneless singing of several patrons, with the background noise of multiple conversations ongoing.\nKalie nods, and forces a slight smile onto her face, leaning down a little, so that she's more face height to the elf and the felinid.*\n\n\"It should be fine. I might have to clear some room, or stand still once inside. Still, it would be nice to dry off, hmm? I can smell a large fireplace within.\"\n\n*Raising back up, she takes a couple of thumping steps to one side, to allow a few people to pass by( two of which almost stumble and stare up at the centaur with surprise before hurrying on.)*\n\n\"Perhaps you two.. Sorry, three\"\n\n*She adds, looking over to the Naga*\n\n\"Should enter first. I'd rather not knock any random stranger over, if I go first.\""
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"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"Y-Yeah I'll go\" *For someone who looked noble-like he sounded like nervous child he really doesn't like being around people especially one that can crush him and already don't trust. He entered the inn rather quickly staying quite a distance away from the rest even keeping his long tail away which of course made him look even more suspicious. He looks at the elf against almost hoping she'll look back why was he so worried about what this elf thought about him? He quickly turns away looking at the well shaking his head he was surprised by his own worry*"
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"author": "Kemendriel Ameturma",
"message": "*`\"Well, I hope you won't struggle much, I'll try to find a table for us, if big cat didn't find one already.\"` *She shrugged at the centauress with a hint of a friendly tease.*\n*She entered the inn, and assuming Nia found that-said table, the dark elf would've followed the latter. The ambiance was typical of any inn, with that particular marine taste to it - as number of the macens and other elves here were sailors. The group would've been able to sniff the rural smells of the inn's specialities as the elfic waitresses came back and forth in the room.*\n*Finally being protected from that stupid rain, Kemendriel was about to take her armors off, but... There was far too many undiscreet eyes looking at her in there... Especially those of the Naga who followed them. This drived her even more uncomfortable and as such, she rested her halberd against the table while giving his stare back.*\n`\"Why are you looking at me like this? It has been several minutes I noticed you were fixing me. This is really uncomfortable...\"` *She coldly asked.*\n*She then sat in a steely noise and detached her shield which joined her weapon. Anyone foolish enough who would've attempted to steal them should've been ready for payback, as the young dark elf always had a corner of an eye on them.*"
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"author": ".useless.exe",
"message": "*The large cat warrior had indeed found a table, round with a few chairs around it. She was standing besides the table when Kemendriel came towards her. She was undressing, taking her hybrid leminate armor off nonchalantly, setting the parts besides the table along with her sword. A lot more of her body was obviously exposed, making her tricolored pattern more apparent. She had some rather nice dark green cloth pants under her armor that covered her legs up to her knees, some sort of brown cloth bands were wrapped around her lower legs and forearms. She only had a relatively short shirt looking more like a crop-top than anything. She sat down heavily at the table and sighed before picking up the menu, the many smells in here made her feline sense of smell tingle, she was now absolutely starving and her stomach could be heard growling in an unladylike way. Her large green eyes stared at the dark elf and the naga for a second, she had no intention in meddling with their talk, she just wanted to get something to eat.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Kalie would wait a moment while the others entered the building, enjoying one last breeze of cool, sea air. Delightful.. She closed her eyes, and breathed it in, preparing herself mentally. Though she would not share it with the group, buildings gave her a very uneasy feeling, the walls and ceiling always too close, as though waiting to collapse and trap the unwary at any moment. How people could stand to stay within such places, she would never understand, when the beauty of the world was outside. Still, she could suck it up for now; besides, the place was a pretty big size, the roof high up. It shouldn't be too bad. She could deal with it, as she did with most things- by pushing her feelings aside. There was business to be had.\n\nCalmly, she approaches the hefty wooden door, and ducks down just enough to avoid bumping her head, and eases her way in. It takes a moment to fully enter, her rear end coming last, the sides brushing the door frame, her hooves drumming a deep, heavy tempo on the wooden floor boards. Several patrons look up in shock, eyes widening in disbelief, while most of the sailors present merely watch, nudging each other and chatting. They're much more traveled than the average drunk, and not too surprised by the appearance of a centaur in their midst. Several nearby locals lean back, chairs scraping away, while holding their mugs protectively, unsurprisingly really. The woman's bulk takes up rather a lot of space after all. \n\nKalie either doesn't notice the stares, or does not care, and simply makes her way over to the table, where she props her own spear besides Kems, then with deliberate carefullness, lowers her body down to a sort of laying/kneeling position alongside the table, her weight causing the floor to creak and groan audibly.*\n\n\"Nice place.\"\n\n*She declares, nonchalantly, while reaching up with both hands to refasten her damp hair. Now roughly the same height as the other two women, it's much easier to converse.*\n\n*Other than that last, generic statement, she stays quiet for now, watching the elf question the Naga boy. It gives her time to run a crude comb through her thick mane of blonde hair, anyway.*"
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{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion went in to panic mode she had seen him looking it took him a white to think of something to say he looks around for minute before taking a look at her weapon perfect that's how he could fit this, dillion took a sit down letting his tail trail on the floor. Let's hope no one steps on it, took a deep breath before speak to the elf* \"S-sorry i've just never seen such good looking armour, or weapons\" *He spoke more casually he manged to swallow his social awkwardness,, while talk he would take out his owe supplie of beer take a few mouthful, after the beer took affect he visible got less tense*"
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"author": "Kemendriel Ameturma",
"message": "*The Naga's answer dug his hole even further as Kemendriel frowned. Now why was he looking at her stuff? Did he intend to steal it? Now she was really wary about that strange guy.*\n`\"Errr... Okay? Never seen an Almain Rivet before? This is basic army gear... Same thing for the weapon...\"` *She annoyingly replied.*\n*'I'll have to keep an eye on this dude. He's creepy as all hell... One finger on my weapon and I cut his head off' She thought to herself. Be she was good at hiding her feelings and repressed her suspicion from staining her pretty face. Instead, she displayed a corner of a smile when Kalie finally managed to make her way to the table. Poor centauress.*\n`\"My dear, it must be a hassle to get a drink for you... I'm glad not being a centauress myself! Haha\"` *She nervously giggled, approaching the horsey woman's head. She would've then softly nudged her to attract her attention, and would've whispered to her pointy ears.* `\"Although you don't get creeped out by stalkers like that snakey dude at least.\"`\n*She then mechanically crossed her legs and audibly cleared her throat.*\n`\"Ahem anyway, my name's Kemendriel! And I'm a... A dark elf! Haha! In... Fact you didn't see it! Haha!\"` *She jesterly introduced. Seemed like discretion wasn't her thing.* `\"What did you find on the menu cat-lady? I'll pay for the drink at least!\"`"
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"author": ".useless.exe",
"message": "*When Nia heard the dark elf call out to her she raised her head to look at Kemedriel, she was listening half hazardly but had taken in the name as well as what was going on with the naga and, well it was indeed pretty strange to be fascinated by Almain Rivet, if anything her own Hybrid Leminate was a less standard sight though not a specially rare one either. She set the menu on the table and spun it around 180 degrees to put it in the dark elf's direction and not upside down so she could read it easily.* \"Gei it laldy, yer not payin' I'd get ya on the streets with hoo much I get blootered!\" *She laughed loudly.* \"The name's Nia, at yer service!\" *She puffed out her strong chest on and put on display a grand smile cut from one ear to the other and showing her many sharp teeth which were in strangely good condition.* \"They got stew put, sheit with garlic, and yer good ol' coo ribs! Ale, beer, wine all sortsa boozes and the likes, fair prices too I gotta say!\" *She was clearly in a way better mood than outside already, it was hard to imagine this now very freindly and happy go lucky cat was once the raging monster they had seen outside only minutes before.* \"By the wey snake boy, should be honest 'bout lookin' at her bahooky 'ight? 'tleast Ai'm ever franc if Ai take a wee keek at somebody's ass.\" *She grinned clearly being more teasing that accusing but that might have been even worse in the case of someone like her.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Kalie lazily opens one eye while she finishes tying her hair back into a loose pony ( haha) tail when Kem nudges her, then turns her head slightly to regard the elf girl. She can comfortably rest her elbow on the table at this height, and so she does so, leaning onto it just a bit. It's much better than standing up and looming above everyone anyway, and spares the patrons a face full of her rear while they're trying to drink. She glances casually over to the Naga and back again, shrugging ever so slightly, her long ears twitching at the whispered words.*\n\"He does seem a bit.. Off. Perhaps he's just nervous.\"\n\n*In fact, Kalie was suspicious of the boy too, but chose not to say so. As always, she preferred to keep her true thoughts to herself, while she studied the others. It was obvious to her, that the naga wasn't actually interested in Kems equipment, virtually dripping with jewelry as he was. It was a wonder he had not been robbed yet.*\n\n\"Kemendriel. Nia. Greetings, then.\"\n\n*The centaur raises a fist to her imposing, steel clad bosom and lightly taps it, in a sort of warriors salute. She smiles thinly showing no teeth, and the smile doesn't truly reach her eyes. Still, it looks pleasant enough.*\n\n\"My name is Kaliepos. I'll pay for my own food and drinks. I eat a lot more than..\"\n\n*A quick glance around at the tavern -almost all of them elven- confirms her thoughts.*\n\n\"Everyone else here. It's best I don't burden you with any extra expense. As for you, Naga, what is your name, and why are you so keen to help hmm? I find it hard to believe you're being altruistic.\"\n\n*There is no aggression in her words, only a mild suspicion as she questions the boy, peering over at the snake man with one of her blonde eyebrows raised.*"
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{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion would try too to explain he doesn't know much about weapons but she already left to centaur and heard her call him 'snakey dude' and with that his heart and hope sank to the deep debts like his mouth sank to the deep part of his mug he took one mug full filled it up and drank again and drank he's now sadness drinking till the point he drops his mug, and his defect his head hits the table* \"Snakey dude, snakey dude\" *He seems pretty hooked on that word it must have really hurt him* \"When you spend your days stay as far...*Hiccup*...As far away from people it gets harder and harder to talk to them\" *He said this is hopes it'll fix his horrible image, he was completely heart broken but at least his social awkwardness was best probably because he was getting drunk*"
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"author": "Kemendriel Ameturma",
"message": "*As the catwoman passed the menu, she would've checked it briefly, even if her mind was already set since they entered the inn. The smell was too attractive to pick another meal.*\n`\"Mmh... I'll take a seafood stew. It's been a while I didn't eat something freshly fished from our coast.\"` *She pointed on the yellowish paper.*\n*After everyone -but the naga- introduced themselve, a war would've just started. Who was going to pay? It was of course out of the question that the others would've paid for her of for themselves while **She** Was the one inviting them.*\n`\"Ahem. You may find me annoying but... I said I would pay for the drinks.\"` *She frowned while trying to shut down her invitees' plans.* `\"I can afford paying some beers!\"`\n*Poor Kemendriel. Those weren't beginners when it came to alcohol. If they'd have accepted her offer, maybe she would've regretted it later. But there was another issue that the dark elf to take care of right now.*\n`\"U-Uh w-what? My bahooky?! D-Did he really...\"` *She stammered while her pale blue skin turned purple.*\n*She shot out a dirty look at Dillion. Did he really enjoy the view while she had her back facing him? But... She didn't feel like reprimanding him or even slapping him because of... His sorrow?*\n`\"Hey, I should be offended, not you. What's wrong with you?\"` *She groaned.* `\"And how did you get drunk that fast? We didn't even order anything yet!\"`\n*She was pissed. That unknown naga seemed to ignore many rudimental formalities. He followed them, he seemingly drank a lot in his own corner, and yet, he didn't even introduced himself. Heck, he even eyed her up. What a pervert!*\n*Right now everyone on the table would've been able to feel the tension between the purple lady and the serpent.*"
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"author": ".useless.exe",
"message": "*Nia was now seemingly disintrested with the whole Kemendriel and Dillion thing, she was ordering an obscene amount of food from a poor confused elf waitress. She was loudly laughing as she aked for at least five dishes just for herself.* \"Boiz gotta make yer order noo! Let the facker gow!\" \n*She giggled as she looked round the table with her big green eyes and stopped at the Naga for a second, she considered what the dark elf had said as well as the amn's behaviour up until now, it clearly wasn't the best, and even though she was not going to act against him due to a lack of care and her general chill and laid back personality, she clearly wasn't going to stand up for him either. She didn't care enough and didn't feel like she was the one that was supposed to take a decision here, after all she wasn't the one he eyed, people usually eyed her muscles if anything, beastkin like her weren't that popular with other species, probably something about fur and the very close to animal look.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Ignored. Strange. And so quickly inebriated, too. If the naga lost control of his self, and his emotions, so quickly, he would likely become a hindrance at some point. That could become problem in the future. She might have to.. 'deal' with the naga, if that was the case. Judging from the general atmosphere however, he wasn't making himself particular welcome, especially with the elf, who seems quite offended by his behaviour up till now.\n\nIt wasn't something she had ever had a problem with herself- her upper body was considered attractive by most humanoids, but they were usually scared away by her sheer size, and of course the fact that she was beastkin. Not that she cared; her only concern was gaining strength, and gold. Finally fixing her hair back, Kalie takes another look at the felinid, surprised to see the girl ordering so much food. It was impressive, on someone so much smaller than she was. It was likely she possessed a great deal of energy- very likely in fact. Her frame was obviously that of a warrior. Interesting. They could very well make for some strong and capable allies, at least for now.\n\nTurning slightly, she catches the attention of another passing waiter, then proceeds to order a ..Stunningly large amount of food. No variation, just several plates of the same meal; a simple meat and vegetable stew of some sort, along with a jug of ale for herself.\nThat done, her gaze slides over to Nias', a slight twinkle of amusement in them. Is she challenging the cat girl to an unofficial eating contest?!*\n\n\"Not eating much today? You need some meat on those bones.\"\n\n*The words are delivered flatly, but with a half smile tugging one side of her lips. A joke, from someone who clearly doesn't often make them.*\n\n*A humourous approach might put her possible allies at ease, she thought. Kalie wasn't particularly good at humour, but it was worth a try at least.*"
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"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion saw at he would have no hope he just kept digging his hole deeper and deeper so he gave up, picking himself together he pushes himself off the table placing 3 gold on the table to pay for the drinks and as a sorry for his annoyance then he left the inn without saying a word, where he would not come back*"
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"author": "Kemendriel Ameturma",
"message": "*The young blueish elf shaked her head in confusion. A weird personality for sure... But she wasn't ready to see the two mountains of dishes which would've came to the table. Her gaze quickly alternated between the two pile of meals, and her own... Which made up for a pale comparison between the two.*\n`\"Err... May I order some ale please? I suppose... Two for both my companions and... Just... A glass of red wine for me... That would be all I guess...\"` *She hesitated when ordering.*\n*She expected the centauress to eat consequently but the big cat? Hell no! But that probably explained her physique. Kemendriel would've briefly looked at herself. Even for someone as tall and as athletic as she was, it was a big difference. For once, she felt like a little girl who had to clean her bowl of soup.*\n`\"A-Are you really going to eat EVERYTHING? I mean...\"` *She didn't know how Nia would've taken her following words and made a pause before finally finishing her statement.* `\"... I mean, it's a lot...\"`\n*She then would've nearly cursed at the wooden spoon which burnt her soft lips before starting to savor her stew which brang a marine air around the table.*"
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"author": ".useless.exe",
"message": "*Nia being done with her order looked over at the centaur With an amused look in her eyes, she squint them and a large smiled crept across her round face.* \"Aye! Yer tryin' to humor me eh? Not everybody's got much legs to keep fed ya know?\" *She giggled seemingly taking her joke well* \"Never on the wee side either were ya? Ai pray for the wallies noo, makin' food for the two of us! We probly got their scullery all shooglin'\" *She laughed again, her slang was still a bit hard to understand but after a while the other girls could certainly ease up to it bit. As the food arrived to their table, quite a few meals were placed in front of the Felinid warrior, she did have both a tall, ample and muscular body after all so eating a lot probably made sense for her after all. Nia turned to face Kemedriel.* \"Yass Imma eat everythin' 'ere! No sweat! I'm no tattie bod but I got me own machine to fuel you realize that eh?\" *She proudly flexed one of her strong biceps seeminlgy showing off in a teasing and obviously humoristic way.* \"Everybody ain't as thin as ya long ears!\" *She just called the dark elf 'long ears' that was yet another familiar and strange nickname.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*This was going well. The two of them were relaxing nicely; a good first step to earning their trust. She would need it, if they were going to do business. If not, it wasn't a big loss. A night in with a good meal and a good drink never did anyone any harm, after all. Speaking of which..\n\nKalie switches her attention to the waiters carefully arrive at their table, balancing multiple bowls and plates in their arms. Quite a sight! Indeed, several of the other patrons turn to watch, nudging each other and pointing at the sheer amount of food being served. The staff serve Kem first, as her order is obviously the simplest, then Nia, and finally Kalie, avoiding her horse body as it lays lengthways along the table. \nIt's an unusual situation for the waiters, but they manage the job with grace, and soon enough, the food is served, with barely enough room left on the table. Kalie makes a small shuffle closer, and rests her armoured forearms gently on the edge of the wood.*\n\n\"Indeed, you're both fine figures of woman. Fine warriors, I'm sure.\"\n\n*The centaur addressed them both, looking from Nia to Kem with that same half smile from earlier.*\n\n\"Well, let's eat shall we? I find business easier to discuss over a full stomach, preferably with a good drink, hmm?\"\n\n*With that, she reaches forwards and scoops up a bowl and a large spoon, and goes to work. It takes mere seconds for her to finish the whole thing, and somehow she doesn't slurp it, or spill any. As soon as that's done, she's already reaching for the next bowl, eyeing it hungrily.*"
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"author": "Kemendriel Ameturma",
"message": "`\"Long... Ears?\"` *She softly questioned while putting a hand on one.* `\"Are they really that long? I'm no high elf, Nia! Else I would've captured you two and enslaved you already, haha, ha!\"`\n*A joke about slavery, really? But she didn't expect anyone to laugh from her very bad sense of humor, she knew it was bad. The dark elf would've then reacted to the centauress' statement, pointing toward the felinid show-off who praised her biceps.*\n`\"Warriors for sure, but I guarantee you I ain't got those muscles under my heavy armors!\"` *She teasingly replied.*\n*And then, the food war started. Kemendriel didn't know where to look at, as the two bestkins were clearing the bowls and plates at a crazy pace, while she was only at halfway of her own meal. For sure the seafood stew was fresh, and made with a traditional savoir-faire, but she didn't want to burn her pretty lips again.*\n*She would've eventually tried to say a thing, but she lacked the words to do so. Where did they put all of this food? Or... How much activity did they have to do so? Even the finest male elf warriors didn't eat that much.*\n*Anyway. The drinks joined the fray, and the young lady would've timidly toasted with her invitees before taking a little sip.*\n`\"So... What did you exactly mean about 'business'... Kalie, right?\"`\n*It seemed like she already forgot her main purpose in the port. Perhaps the naga scrambles with her head, or was it the two gloutons which monopolized her attention now?*"
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"author": ".useless.exe",
"message": "*Nia was in a cat's equivalent to valhalla, feasting and drinking at the banquet of warriors while commoners could only stand stand far from them, she laughed at every joke actually, even the one about slavery. She was a good audience for jokes and stories as she'd always give big reactions to the most mondaine things and laugh even at the most stupid of puns. All was well for her, shoveling the delicious food down her throat, complimenting it wildly in incomprehensible words and generaly having a gay ol' time!* \"Buisnessy buisness!\" *Said the laughing felinid as she ordered an extra round of beer for the three of them even though Kemendriel was far from done with her wine and meal.* \"Right! Aim slitterin' me bawface here but we got some talk to dae ain't we?\" *She sighed after laughing so much trying to be a bit more serious and in the moment, she had drank quite a bit but as still not intoxicated at all, alcohol seemed to have very little effect on her.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*For a split second, Kalie pauses with her mug mid way to her mouth when Kem makes her joke, and she tilts her head slightly toward her, with a curious expression on her face. She doesn't laugh, but she doesn't react badly either, merely.. Watching the elf for a moment. Light green eyes study the girls face, and then with a small shrug of her broad shoulders, she looks away and tips her mug back, downing the entire drink in one go. She brings her cup back down onto the table with a clink of metal against wood, then flips her hair back, leaning one elbow on the edge while she decides which plate to start on next.*\n\n\"Buisness. Mhm! You see I'm in need of some temporary travelling companions. Someone capable of looking after themselves. I approached you two, because well.. You fit that description. You need help carrying equipment, I need someone to watch my back for a while.\"\n\n*Another drink is poured, which Kalie swiftly brings up to her mouth for a long sip.*\n\n\"I don't ask just anyone, by the way. You both clearly aren't just peasants. But, I won't pressure you to make a decision. If the answers no, I'll be on my way, and nothing is lost, hmm? I believe we could make some money together, quite frankly, but I said, it's only a suggestion.\""
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"author": "Kemendriel Ameturma",
"message": "*Oof, nobody took her job badly. It was more of the contrary for Nia, as she seemed to like simple things: food, beer, bad jokes, life in general. She would've felt a bit intimidated by the emerald eyes that gazed on her though, but not for a big while.*\n*The elf would've finally finished her stew by now and took another sip of wine. She nearly spitted it when Nia ordered another round while counting her!*\n`\"Hey, Nia! I don't drink beer! And remember, drinks are on me!\"` *She gently grouched.*\n*She couldn't have allowed Big Cat to pay for everything!... And speaking of business, the armored lady would've let her fellow centauress explain her ideas and would've taken a brief moment to think about it. Surely the offer was tempting, as it wasn't everyday you could've met a centauress proposing an alliance. Plus, the three of them seemed like three strong mercenaries. Plus, she needed money. PLUS! She needed means of transport for her armor.*\n*When she realized that it would've been the perfect solution to her problems, she hit the table with an iron first.*\n`\"Yes! That's a good idea!... I mean... I'm interested.\"` *She exclaimed a bit too loud as her golden eyes sparkled. Though she managed to contain her excitement quickly.* `\"I used to be a guard for my hometown, but I'm indeed searching for some action nowadays. And you guessed right, Kalie! I was indeed searching for means of transport... So afterthought, I consider this offer very tempting.\"`\n*As her speech ended, Kemendriel felt something pouring on her pants. She quickly moved her glance and realized far too late that she spilled her wine glass when she previously thumped on the table.*\n`\"O-Oh no! Crap... What a dumbbell I am!\"` *She grumbled at herself while rubbing her pants with a hand - although it was an even more stupid move.*"
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"author": ".useless.exe",
"message": "*Nia Looked at the Dark Elf for a second with a perplexed face.* \"N-No beer eh? Guess Imma the extra and get toasted!\" *She laughed in high spirits as always* \"Aye, Ai can pay for the extra I down Don't ya worry!\" *She said as she began drinking a large mug of beer, finishing it in only a few impressive gulps she slammed the cup on the table heavily making the whole thing tremble and shake a bit.* \"Sorryyyy~\" *She chuckled, right after this the Centaur Kalie made her little speech while Nia wiped some liquid off of her whiskers and mouth with the back of her hand, when that was done she licked the said hand like a cat would and then turned to the Centaur who had finished talking and giving her proposition. Nia didn't seem to ponder for very long about it.* \"Aye Aye! I'm in Horse Lass, it's a nice win-win int it?\" *She smiled widely.* \"Ma head's minced bout' the start off ma journey but Ai took the role of mercenary over six years ago so I'll have yer back no sweat!\" *She said proudly sure of her words but not full of herself.* \"To celebrate! More Beer, on me this time 'round!\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Oop, l have to post later on after work\n\n*This was going better than expected! The two of them were earnest, honest, and quite excitable it seemed. Kalie knew the type; she had worked with such people in the past, along with more sinister types. Yes, this would work, she thought quietly. She smiles slightly, and raises her mug in a small toast.*\n\"To our new alliance! I'll drink to that.\"\n\n*Kems' wine trouble catches her attention, and the centaur makes a sort of huffing chuckle, a horsey little noise, and she shakes her head with an amused grin.*\n\n\"That will make it worse. I suggest dabbing at it with a damp cloth. Either way, it's going to stain.\"\n\n*The elf didn't seem to handle her booze very well. Or perhaps she was just a little clumsy? Nia on the other hand was clearly a professional drinker, and was already putting away an impressive quantity of beer.*\n\n\"I look forward to working with the pair of you, then.\"\n\n*With that, she finishes her next drink in one (again), then waves over a waiter, nodding to Kem. The man hurries away to fetch something to help clean her off, and of course, more beer.*"
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"author": "Kemendriel Ameturma",
"message": "`\"Th-thanks sir.\"` *She shamefully nodded to the waiter as the latter provided her an old rag.*\n*She rubbed her pants with it now, but it obviously proved insufficient at removing the wine stain. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as her grip tightened on the rag, which she nervously put on her side of the table. The elf's pretty face was deformed into an angry one while she rested her head on her left palm. Second time she was pissed in a day already? She really seemed hot-tempered. The alliance would've maybe get trouble with her.*\n`\"Yeah... I'm so ridiculous now... Even an enemy would laugh at that stain, how could I stay credible with that? Humpfh.\"` *She grouched.*\n*An astonishing sigh for someone often seen as a tirelessly smiley person! Hopefully she didn't sulk for too long thanks to the contagious ambiance that Nia's and Kalie's food and drink rivality were spreading around them. Kemendriel was forced into a corner smile as she raised her empty glass with her right arm.*\n`\"Yeah, to our alliance. It's always nice to meet other experienced mercenaries. It has been more than thirty years that I've been taking on quests alone. And you two sure know how to create an electric atmosphere, I like that.\"`\n*Although her mood was stained and she didn't really display it, the purple paladin was excited to have found partners. She who sought for a spicy life, those allies would've certainly provided her some amusement.*"
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"author": ".useless.exe",
"message": "*Nia laughed a bit thoughout the dark elf's wine trouble, it was funny to someone like her who had spent her childhood and most of her life in the muddy fields and dusty barns, stains on her clothes were nothing to her so seeing Kemendriel acting pouty bout it made her want to tease the elf, about it.* \"Mon it's only a tad wine on yer cloths! It's fiiine no need to get yer spirits in the wheely bin for that!\" *She laughed with a bit of compassion though. Soon enough, she was eating more out of her last plate of food and finishing an extra mug of beer. Then, the Centaur made a toast and the felinid warrior cheerfully raised yet another mug of beer, making it clash against the one Kalie was holding.* \"Cheers! To adventurin' fortune and not being fookin' dead!\" *She laughed whole hartedly and downed the beer the festive mood really pumped her up to the max of her exitedness.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*For the first time in years, Kalie was actually starting to loosen up a bit, her normally cold exterior melting slightly as the huge quantities of alcohol spread throughout her body. Perhaps she should slow down, but.. She was actually having a little... Fun. Huh. The thought disturbs her for some reason. She was getting too close to letting her guard down, pleasant as these two people might seem, they were still strangers after all. Then again, one more drink couldn't hurt, could it? ..Or maybe two more. Three at the most. She should be annoyed by her own lack of control, but for the moment, she just doesn't care. It's been too long since she's not had to be on her guard.*\n\n\"Well, I'd suggest wearing some cheaper clothing. Something thick and durable, yes?\"\n\n*She says to Kem, thoughtfully.*\n\n\"In my opinion, the only thing you need to spend real money on, is your weapons and armour, rather than pants. Fancy though they may be.\"\n\n*Kemendriel seemed like she could be a little bad tempered. Would that be a problem? Probably not. She had been a mercenary for thirty years, right? To be in the business that long surely meant that she was good at her job.*\n\n\"So, Nia, and Kemendriel. Yes, I think we shall do well together.\"\n\n*And another drink is downed, swiftly followed by yet more stew. The horse woman shows no sign of slowing down either..*"
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"author": "valethros",
"message": "The jackal's intense, uncanny gaze assessed the girl each passing moment, like those mismatched eyes peered into every detail, compelling the truth of her lest she'd earn their ire. He rumbled with a silent nod at Akaise's request for tea, withdrawing his flask to reach for the desk. Opening a cupboard, the beast procured a wrought iron kettle, filling it with water from a nearby jug. He then placed a pair of ornate porcelain teacups from the same cupboard alongside a handful of fragrant leaves to cast into the filled kettle to begin preparing tea.\n\n**\"Nine days,\"** The jackal stated calmly, focused on the meticulous work before him, **\"You've had a few moments of lucidity, but they never lasted long... You were muttering something about mana and magical runes, I believe.\"** He glanced briefly at the girl before lifting the filled kettle from the handle over one open palm, focusing with a drawn-out breath. A morbid aura formed over his palm a second later, shaping into intense blackened flame. Unlike normal fire, it emitted no light, seething tendrils grazing the underside of his kettle, heating it. \n\n.\n\n**\"The Physician assured me you'll just need rest for the time being. Overflow of mana can take a great toll on the body, or so I've been told. Least you've survived through the worst of it,\"** He continued as the tea began to boil, the savoury scent of warm refreshment permeating the room. Jackal took a moment to bask in its aroma before dispelling his flame to serve it into either teacup. **\"We are just outside the Lymian capital of Pepor... I suppose I should welcome you to my humble home,\"** The beastkin bowed with a vague smile, **\"For what it's worth, you are safe here from any pursuing authorities.\n\nThe easy expression faded from his eyes at the girl's last question, however. He averted a solemn gaze towards the steamy amber beverages, his ears tipped back. \n\n**\"I... Don't know. I had to make a run for it as soon as the walls began to crumble. Rode out for Lymia on horseback immediately after... You seemed badly hurt at the time,\"** Jackal disclose, his voice a low, remorseful drawl. He raised a cup over his muzzle to let the fragrance of the freshly boiled tea lift his spirits, taking a sip of its deep flavour. **\"I'd like to believe the two rogues found a way to escape in time, but for everyone else within those fortress walls... Perhaps that was for the best.\"** He held up the second cup, arching his posture downward to offer her. Perhaps it would serve as enough of a distraction over the grim news to the girl as well."
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"author": "Akaise Zelkashen",
"message": "\"Nine days.\" *Akaise gazed down at the bandages wrapped around her arms, covering what was left of her burns. Unable to determine how long it took for them to heal, she could only take the jackal's word for it.*\n\n\"Wait, nine... *Nine whole days?*\" *She murmured, unsure of whether she had misheard his answer. Though the reply was perfectly clear, the thought of having spent more than a week in unconsciousness only served to exacerbate her confusion. Taking note of her foggy, disoriented state, she tried to count the number with her fingers, as if seeing it would allow her to understand it. Eating breakfast, drinking water - even going to the bathroom would be impossible if she had been comatose for that long. Perhaps she had the time to do so during those fleeting moments when she was awake - yet there seemed to be nothing for her to recall. Figuring she had lost her mind as well as her consciousness, the girl eventually gave up on trying to piece together what had happened during the stretch of time.*\n\n*Akaise observed the slow, almost methodical movements of the beastkin before her. Compared to how he usually fought, the change in demeanor was almost uncanny. As she gazed upon the lightless flame over his palm, her eyes slowly brightened. For a mage experienced in tricks, the creation of heat under an illusive conflagration was child's play - yet that description didn't seem accurate for the spectacle she was seeing. The dark beastkin didn't seem like the type to study the arcane craft. No, it was as if his fire was fueled not by mana, but something from within - something less refined. An emotion. Hatred? Though humorous, the idea that such an emotion was used to make hot tea was unnerving, to say the least. She gently grasped the cup, taking the first sip she'd had in nine days. Though the girl couldn't do much in her current state, she graced the jackal's bow with a slow nod and a gentle, refreshing smile.*\n\n\"I never knew you could call upon the flames. I suppose I should not exert myself too hard now that I'm awake, but let me see if I can still do the same.\"\n\n*She opened her left hand in a similar manner, pointing upwards in an attempt to recreate what she had just seen. Cast the flame, but stifle it so that it could not be released - channeled into her hand, the mana had to be altered yet not consumed, lest she set the ceiling ablaze. For a few seconds, no flame would come out - without practice, her ignition method seemed to have lost its former strength.*\n\n\"*Freedom ascendant...* I may not know what's going on behind the scenes of the Republic, but I at least know their motto's real. We really are safe here. To go this far for just me, though... I can't begin to thank you enough.\"\n\n*A violet-colored flame the size of a candlelight had begun to dance upon her palm. Unable to control it, her small conflagration grew rapidly, forcing her to cut the flow from her shoulder. The blood vessels on her arm had gained a blue, almost ethereal glow, soon fading away just like the ephemeral fire. A bad sign for a mage.*\n\n\"But what does the capital think of what you do? Of the demolished fort? Do they support us, or are they afraid?\"\n\n*If just one prisoner had survived the fall, she could say that what she did helped save them - but she knew even that would be unlikely. Still, the fall of Mistmoore Keep was able to reduce the beastkins' suffering; not for just the prisoners, but for many more throughout the elven empire. Perhaps that was all that mattered in the end.*\n\n\"One last question. It may be a little selfish, but there's something important I have to do in Lymia. Underneath the Castellum Laboratorium... Have you heard of the Ivory Cult?\""
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"author": "valethros",
"message": "**\"Aye, you've been in this bed about a week now.\"** The beastkin confirmed. **\"I could only give you some broth and water in the scarce few moments you were awake,\"** He rumbled, recalling the arduous tasks of spoon-feeding her what little food and water the girl could keep down during her moments of incoherent mumbling. It was barely enough to keep her from starving or dehydrating, and he had no assistance whatsoever in the matter. Aside from a local physician's advice, the jackal had to shoulder that burden by himself over the past week or so.\n\nThe flames he conjured were of a different brand than conflagration sorcery. Though the beastkin seemed in good control of them, the pure energy of mana given purpose was not present in that incantation. It was more akin to a primal flame, wild and unpredictable as it seethed on his palm, wrought upon by something deeper... And likely darker. There was no light, no smoke, only the ever-consuming heat contained by sheer will alone. \n\n**\"I was taught the essentials of pyromancy by my tribe's shaman a long time ago, but always favoured steel over spell in my riskier endeavours. The subtlety of dark fire can be useful in my line of work, though I doubt most mages wouldn't view it with a kind eye.\"** He let a sound between a sigh a scoff, stopping as he watched the girl try and reproduce the effect, unsurprisingly to little avail considering her current state. **\"Seems you'll be in good shape again soon enough. I can get you a proper meal as well now that you're away to regain your strength.\"**\n\n.\n\nJackal flashed a smirk, after handing her the tea, leaning back into his seat to indulge into some refreshing beverage of his own. **\"It's the least I could do, lass. Word of Mistmoore's fall has reached the capital by now, no doubt, though our involvement in it has remained largely unknown... I've made sure of that. Not that the Lymian Republic would be too upset about it either.\"** The beastkin chuckled lightly, draping his back over the wooden chair to take another sip of tea. His hind claws tapped the floor on a shallow rhythm, shrugging. **\"Whether we have the Republic's support or not matters little for the time being. I only care that they won't be prosecuting us anytime soon.\"**\n\nThe burninu rubble of Mistmoore alongside wild rumours of the beast in black involved in its fall were certain to send a strong message all across the Silnari empire and their neighbours, if not sow fear and paranoia of beastkin in the minds of high elves that have long kept them in chains. Perhaps when the time was ripe, the jackal could use this deed to his advantage. Earning himself influence among the republic he shared a common adversary with could be worth risking exposure for, but the beastkin had not survived this far by being rash.\n\nHis train of though was interrupted by the girl's odd question, raising a brow in surprise at the mention of the ivory cult. **\"Vampires chasing after the power of long-forgotten arcane gates...\"** He mumbled, regarding Akaise with a grim look. **\"How did you hear of that... And what business would you have with the ivory cult?\"**"
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"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*It was going to be a long night, the kind of night that many people of both beast and men dread. A storm had been raging for what felt like weeks, In reality it had only been a few days. The trees echoed in the wind as their leaves continued to be pelted by the never ending blue from above. As the last bits of sunlight escaped beyond the horizon, turning afternoon into night. A faint bit of fire could be seen in the distance. \n\nMax sat on a rock in the middle of his campsite. He opted to stay outside of his tent so had long since been soaking wet. He gently stroked his chin as he gazed at the runes engraved upon the stone which he held in his hand. Various strange symbols adorned the sleek, black bit of what appeared to be graphite. His ever weakening fire began to crackle as the last bits of dry wood he had found were all but used up. A small green frog sat on the stone with him, relishing in the rain that the pair had been graced with*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Through the nightly gale of the unprepared forest, a Canifor half walked half stumbled across the murky terrain that was quickly forming from days of rain. Mud ate away at her boots, threatening to take them if she wasn't careful. Juna whined deep in her throat as more water pelted down on her. She hated water and more importantly right now she hated the rain. Her senses were blocked, her direction clouded as the sound drowned out her hearing while the rain ruined her sense of smell and all the more pairing up with the pelts of water that managed to fall upon her lashes in such bulk that she was forced to squeeze her eyes shut often, lest she wanted the rain to get into them.\n\nJuna was hardly conscious of the Jackal that followed her. Her companion Jace who too had gone silent upon forging through the bad weather all areas of shelter lost with the rage of the storm. Juna forced herself to look up through narrowed eyes, hoping to see a town or something to point her in the right direction, but no. Against the darkness of the place she treaded, she saw a flicker of a flame. Light, that must mean something or someone was near. Her heart skipped a beat at the idea of there being a potential enemy nearby, but she couldn't bear the thought of fighting the rain much longer. She started walking towards it, her pace ever so slow, but to her dismay, as the she drew near, the flame flickered out, leaving her to the dark once more.*\n\n\"No-.\" *She whimpered. So close, yet too late.*"
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"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*Max Continued to examine the dark black rock which had entranced him so. His hand gently grazed up and down the engraved symbols as he focused his mind. A faint blue glow began to resonate from stone which caused his hazle eyes to widen. He could feel the sides of his cheeks curl up as he developed an ever growing grin. \n\nIn a sudden and bright flash of light which echoed past the campsite and out into the forrest, Max had managed to release the energy from within the stone, causing it to magicaly transform into an... Egg... A chicken egg. Max let out a unenthuestaic sigh as he placed the egg next to his amphibious friend who wasted no time in devouring the egg, causing the frog to widen as his stomach stretched to accommodate the meal. The frog let out a encumbered **Ribbit** As it rolled off of the stone and onto the soggy forrest floor. \n\nMax quickly turned his attention to the dying fire, he placed some more twigs over the top of it, it wouldn't be enough to last the night, but it would provide a source of warmth and light till it was time to go to bed. Max proceeded to begin to unpack his bag. It wouldn't be long before it became to dark to setup his tent, something he should have done hours ago, that's what he got for allowing himself to be distracted by such a frivolous thing. Max gently hummed to himself as his rounded companion desperately tried to hop back onto the rock it had previously been perched upon*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna felt her hand meet the sturdy trunk of a tree, allowing her some stability in the storm. Her breathing shallowed, her mind panicking with the thought of being drowned out by the water falling down on her. Juna's tail hung uselessly behind her just like her ears that remained plastered to her head. She was soaked through and only momentarily will she be reminded of it when a cold wind blows. The Canifor wasn't sure where to go now, her only source of light being cut off by the rain. She considered simply lying down here and hoping for the best, but the thought of sinking all the way into the mud, never to be able to escape made her choose otherwise. Her Jackal had finally managed to catch up to her in her delay. He pressed up against her, for once the energetic Jackal seemed to be taking shelter near his owner.\n\nJuna felt bad for the Jackal. The rain must be just as bad for him if he couldn't bring himself to run off ahead as he usually did. Juna balled her hand into a fist against the tree trunk. This is what they get for living out in the forest. Of course, of course. Her shoulders sagged in defeat and gazing up at his tiresome owner, Jace let out a loud whimper of attention.\n\nJuna closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the bark of the tree, part of her imagining it was a tree spirit bearing the storm with her. Maybe she could pray to it to provide her some shelter or some place safe from the storm. From behind her closed eyelids, a flash illuminated them and she quickly snapped them open just in time to see a bright flare of light appear and vanish in the night. Something was near, something with magic. Jace had saw it and instinctively he made a few pawsteps toward it, getting half stuck in the mud as he barked out at the magic bearer in warning. His barking could have easily been drowned out by the rain though to anyone listening hard enough, it would be fairly audible.*"
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"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*Max was no stranger to the water, both being a fisherman and a water Macen, it was a rare instance of his strength to be able to bare the storm as well as he could. Max wrapped a bit of cord around the center of one of the larger trees in his makeshift campsite, Drive the cord over to a nearby tree of about the same width, Repeating the process of wrapping it around the center. Max then draped a tightly woven canvas tarp over the string which he secured on either side. The whole thing was incredibly low tech, but lightweight and certainly affective. The type of pop-up tent you would see In an army's base camp the day before a seige. \n\nMax stood back to observe If he had in fact set up the tent correctly. His observations were quickly silenced. As he heard the dull growl not but 20 yards behind him. He quickly turned his attention towards the source of the growl. He expected it to be a wolf or perhaps even a bear. But to his surprise it appeared to be some sort of dog. Judging from its well trimmed coat it appeared to be a domesticated dog at that, not that he could truly tell from the distance. Max Released his grip from his swords which he had Prepare to unsheath should it be necessary. While this was certainly a Potential threat he figured someone had just lost their dog. Max walked a few yards forward, opting to cautiously call the dog over to him.* \"Hey bud. You lost? Hungry? Trying to find enlightenment? Hehehe. Come here boy!\" *He called out gently. Max had been so distracted by the jackle that he haddent even noticed Juna, or her poor state*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*If Juna could have heard the person speaking, she would have responded, but at this point so much water had made its way to her ears that everything sounded dull, muffled, as if she were underwater and the voices were coming from above surface.*\n\n\"Jace...\" *She murmured through pursed lips. Juna wanted to call out to her Jackal. She knew he was barking at something, but she wasn't sure what. Juna could feel herself sliding from the trunk of the tree. It was slow at first before the mud had given in beneath her to cause a not so gradual descent to the muddy ground below. She could feel the slick and suffocating mush encase part of her, but she couldn't bring herself to fight against the weight of the rain in her clothes and fur.\n\nJace turned his head at the mention of his name, looking back to where his owner is. The Jackal tried to quickly turn around, away from the Macen only to realize the mud that had climbed up his legs, causing him to struggle to move them. His movements weren't as quick and reflexive as he's used to and in realization of it, the Jackal let out a whine of frustration. He writhed against the mud, trying to move towards his collapsed owner with a high-pitched yelp of desperation.*"
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"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*Max had awaited patiently for Jace to offer some sort of response to his call, he was certintly Willing to wait for the creature to come to him as opposed to approaching a possibly wild animal but upon hearing the exacerbated Yelp, Max knew something was up. Against his better judgement he wandered closer to the beast. His eyes slowly began to adjust to the darkness around him. The moon wasn't out So visibility was quite limited still he was able to see approximately 10 feet in front of him without much issue. He cautiously approached the trapped animal, offering soothing words as he held his hands out* \"Shhhh shh, it's alright bud. I'll get you out of th-\" * Max almost fell over as he had managed to walk his way into the mud that both Juna and Jace had been so precariously caught. Max grabbed the side of a tree to steady himself as he let out a light hearted chuckle realising that the creature had been caught in the mud and more then likely wasn't actually hurt. His mood quickly soured does he observed Juna for the 1st time.\n\nMax's eyes widened as he saw the small Canifor face down in the mud.* \"H-Hey! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!\" *He yelled as he Abandoned any sense of self preservation. Max slid his way over to the pair. He He observed that djuna had been holding on to the side of Jace. Max dug his feet into the mud and attempt to steady himself as best he could before reaching down and trying to lift Juna out of the mud by her arms* \"Its ok! It's ok I got you!\" *He exclaimed as he lowered his arms down to lift her up*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Was someone speaking to her? The Canifor couldn't quite tell from where she laid face planted in the mud. Such an interesting substance. It could overtake you with the feeling of carefree joy or it can overtake you with the feeling of defeat. Maybe if she laid there long enough, she wouldn't feel the effects of rain anymore, but Juna didn't want that. Jace didn't want it either. \n\nThe Jackal barked at Max as he drew near, snapping at the air whenever the Macen drew too close to him. He turned his head, seeing him come close to his owner to which Jace had to try to plow through the mud to get close enough. The Jackal couldn't stop him, couldn't even protect her from the the rain. Jace had little fight left in him with exhaustion attacking at him the more he vocalized. Jace would try to pull himself close enough to the Macen, lowering his head before he would try to clamp down on the Macen's foot or shoe rather as the Jackal tried to find something solid to grab onto. It was less of threatening way so much as him just trying to desperately pull himself over to help his owner.\n\nJuna felt something grab her arms. It was a pretty numb feeling and even as Max managed to pull her up from the mud, she couldn't see what was happening. She could hardly even hear it. Juna slumped a bit to the side, leaning onto Max while the rest of her hung uselessly in their mud-stained state.*\n\n\"Jace...\" *She repeated again in a quiet mutter. Her eyes were forced shut from the mud covering them and she didn't seem very aware of what was around her, but at the very least she knew someone was helping her which was enough to allow her to relax a bit.*"
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"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*Well this was a fine how do you do! Max struggled to get his footing as Juna slumped in his arms. She most certainly wasn't that heavy, but the mud and rain had made it almost impossible for him to maintain a proper grip on the young girls body. \n\nAs Jace bit down on his foot. Max let out an annoyed groan. What did he do to deserve this getting stuck in the mud with a stranger and her dog.\n\n After a bit of effort Max manged to get a decent enough foothold which allowed him to hoist Juna up onto his back, allowing her arms to drape over his shoulders like a human cape. Max then bent over and pushed Jace up out of the mud, allowing the jackle to Hopefully get a solid in a foothold so that it could free itself. \n\n Max pushed against the tree he was using to balance himself so that he could step out of the mud, he reached underneath Junas legs so that he could carry her piggyback style as he gradually made his way back to his camp. He was now completely covered in mud and rather annoyed at the entire situation but he couldn't help himself, After all it could have been him who was trapped. \n\n Max collapsed onto his campsite with Juna still on top of him. He let out another annoyed grown as his amphibious companion hopped in front of his face and stared up at him before letting out a passive* **RIBBIT** And looking up at the exhausted Juna*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna could feel herself being carried away from her muddy prison and gratefully she decided to relax her head over his shoulder while he piggybacked her back to his camp. The cold rain seemed nulled to her now that she had something to cling to while she was carried off.\n\nJace followed suit behind them, not wanting allow himself to get too far behind them even on staggering legs. The mud had lost most of its grip on him once he was pulled out, though behind so low to the ground it didn't really take much for some distance to be created. Only when Max collapsed did the Jackal finally manage to catch up and look down at the Macen, occasionally pawing at the man's face to see if he was still alive. His attention was easily altered at the sight of the frog nearby which he gave an uncertain bark at from the strangeness of the creature.\n\nJuna could feel the person falling beneath her and instinctively her claws had slid out, gripping onto him before he had inevitably collapsed on the ground. Was the person okay? She tried to peer through her muddied eyelids, making out just his frame in the gloom and the frog that sat in front of him. Wait, a frog? Just to the right of them stood her Jackal, almost unrecognizable from their trek, but she could only assumed it was the same for her.\n\nSlowly and carefully, Juna tried to pull herself off of the Macen she was gripping onto. One hand at a time with the only thing keeping her from completely sliding off being her claws that kept a more firm hold of him which she quickly apologized under a ragged breath.* \"I'm sorry... So so sorry...\" *Her hands finally met earth where she could relax laying prone on the ground. She didn't make any moves to get up, she didn't have to now. Her Jackal quickly ran around her, licking at her face to Juna's annoyance of it. The Canifor turned her head to the Macen, saying quietly:*\n\n\"Thank... You...\" *She didn't say much more, grateful enough that someone was out here for once to help her.*"
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"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*Max pressed his face into the grass in an attempt to avoid the pawing, he began to laugh slightly as he fully grasped the situation he now found himself in, causing his entire body to shake as Juna clung to the back of him like some sort or oversized cat. \n\nAs Juna lowered herself to his side, Max rolled over onto his own back, he closed his eyes as he felt the rain wash the mud and grime away from his face. He groaned as he spoke* \" I don't know how in the heck you managed to wander into the one patch of quicksand like mud in the middle of this forrest...\" *In a Flash the water Macen quickly rose to a seated position, his energy had somehow returned back to him just as quickly as it had dissipated. He lifted both his arms into the air as he spoke* \"But! I'm glad I found you before you got hurt!\" *Max greedily rubbed his hands together as a wicked grin spread across his cheeks, he quickly made his way over to the popup tent, He reached beneath the canvas fabric Only to pull out small grey towel which he quickly rushed over to Juna. \n\nMax gently wiped away the mud from Junas' cheeks and forehead along with the tops and sides of her ears the same way a mother might for a dirty child, a warm and welcome smile spread across his face as he wiped the last bit of mud off her nose before giving her the towel to finish wiping herself off*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears flitted back as he responded to her. A bit of water flew off of them, though it did nothing with the falling rain. She turned her narrowed gaze to watch the Macen from where she laid, trying to make out his features more now that she wasn't battling the muddy terrain. He seemed nice enough as he sat up and appeared rather cheerful at her being okay. Where had he come from exactly? Or rather where was she? Something told Juna that this wasn't her part of the forest. Had she really wandered this far?*\n\n\"I'm not... Sure how actually...\"*She uttered, placing a hand on her Jackal to move him away from her face so that she could properly sit up.* \"I thought I knew this forest but-\" *Juna went cut off, seeing the Macen walk away into the dark. Part of her thought he was going to leave with her limited sight to which she couldn't blame him after the whole muddy escapade. But no. \n\n\nHe had returned, evident as she felt a fabric press against her face. It felt soft and dry, comforting maybe, but even she couldn't resist turning her head away from the fabric each time he tried to wipe the mud off, causing it to take slightly more effort than necessary. However she didn't try to fight against it, only when he had reached her ears had she quickly moved her head away from the cloth. She didn't like things touching her ears, sensitive as they might be. Juna saw him holding the towel out to her and slowly she took it from him in immense hesitation.*\n\n\"Thank you...\" *She said in a hushed tone as she grabbed it, cleaning her own ears for herself without second thought. Jace meanwhile had seemed to walk off and take more interest in the frog, trying to decide on whether or not it was food by licking at it.*"
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"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*Max pulled back when he noticed Juna was uncomfortable with her ears being touched, he clicked his teeth in annoyance at himself, it really wasn't his place to try and clean this strangers . He felt a bit bad as he released the towel for her to grab\n\nMax offered a respectful bow to the small creature before him* \"Pleasure to meet ya miss! They call me Max, it's short and sweet, only half like me! Call it A chivalrus sense of duty but I cannot stand idly by while you remain in such a most unpleasant state!\" \n\n*Max quickly hopped up onto the rock from which he had formerly been sitting. He closed his eyes as he clasped his hands together, beginning to focus energy. A faint blue glow could be observed from the gaps between his fingers as he steadied his breath. The rain around him seemed to almost slow down as he took full control over his senses and the area around him. Max raised both his hands into the air only to slam them down to the front of the rock causing a loud thunderus **CRACK** To echo away from where his hands landed. At the same time a large white cloud smoke Appeared from seemingly nowhere, surrounding the macen. As the smoke cleared where once was Only one figure there now stood two. It was... A butler... Dressed in a perfectly prestine butlers uniform. The new face quickly looked up Annoyed expression as his perfectly trimmed uniform suddenly became drenched in the storm.*\n\nHe spoke rather elegantly with a sophisticated accent, but the frustration with the situation was clear in his tone.* \"Yes master Max... What joyous experience have you summoned me for today...\" *The Butler groaned, in an opposite tone to the now cheerful Max* \"JEEEVES! SO nice to see you!\" \"That's not my name...\" \" I'm great thanks for asking but it appears that we have been blessed by a visitor but unfortunately unfortunately she is not in the most favourable circumstances at the moment! Because I would not ask anything of you that I would not do myself I shall venture out to get some firewood while you attend to her immediate needs!\" *Max cheerfully began to run off into the darkness. Leaving Juna alone with the butler who let out a Exacerbated sigh as he spoke* \"Of all the... I was in the service to three kings and 4 lords...\" *The butler made his way over to Juna, opting to offer her a gloved hand to ease her to her feet* \"Madam I do apologise for the circumstances by which you find yourself. If you like I could wash and dry those clothes of yours and of course in the meantime offer you a suitable replacement so that you might keep your honour intact... I do apologise for master Max's brashness... I only request that if you find yourself the opertunity. Please do me the great justice of ending my misery...\" *The Butler spoke in a monotone an uninterested voice \n\n During this time the frog stared blankly as it was being licked by the jackal*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ear had finally lifted up atop her head, craning themselves forward as she listened to the water Macen while he introduced himself. 'Max...' She repeated the name in her head before opening her mouth to introduce herself to him.*\n\n\"I'm Juna...\" *Even now, every introduction fell odd to her. She thought about introducing Jace to him as well, seeing as her Jackal was currently trying to pick the frog up in his mouth, but before she could say anything, her ears were met by a loud cracking noise. She flinched from the sound as the noise echoed much louder for her in her wolffish ears. \n\n\nJuna forced them to go flat again, turning to the source of it to find the a rise of smoke parting away to reveal the Macen with another person now standing beside him. Juna wasn't sure where he had come from, having to assume that it was magic of sorts with the event that happened prior. Or was he always here? Juna bit her tongue at the thought, a wave of worry passing over her at the idea of there being others that she wasn't aware of. Some with potentially ill-intent and yet they still seemed pretty nice.*\n\n*Juna decided to hold onto that thought as she watched Max walk off after talking to the butler. As the man held his hand down to her, she gratefully took it and used it to help her back onto her feet. She regarded the butler, well 'butler' was not what she considered him as she's never seen one before though he grumbled to himself. Something about serving lords and kings. Royalty maybe? Juna's knowledge on it was limited, so she listened more intently. As he asked her about taking her clothes to wash and dry off, she gave him a puzzled look before gazing down at herself. Mud had covered every inch of her clothing, staining a more light colored outfit, fit for any huntress. She didn't change the outfit out often, too used to the clothes she wore to move around easily and hunt with even less effort. The idea of taking them off here, without a general knowledge of where she was, gave her a feeling of discomfort. Would the butler even have an outfit well-suited for her to wear in the meantime? Not to mention whatever it was that he meant by ending his misery. Did he mean kill like she would a suffering woodland animal? Maybe he felt like one, but animals were one thing, people were another.*\n\n\"I'm not sure that will be... Very efficient...\" *She said finally in a quiet response.* \"It's still raining and my clothes will most likely be wet for days on end... And... I'm not sure what else would fit me...\""
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"message": "*The Butler nodded in understanding at Junas concerns, which were most certainly valid. It was clear to him that he was in the presence of someone who didn't quite understand formal etiquette, much like his summoner. The circumstances by which he came into the service of he'd rather forget*\n\n\"Allow me to demonstrate Ms.\" *The butler said with a wave of his hand, causing a Victorian style umbrella to appear which he quickly unfurled and held over Junas head, allowing her a much needed rescue from the relentless rain. \n\nTho it appeared to be Some form of magic the Butler had in fact use sleight-of-hand which he demonstrated a second time by producing a small glass of champagne. The bubbling Amber liquid could be observed in the clear crystal glass as he presented it to the young lady for approval.* \"If you need anything I am more then happy to assist you. But if my duties are no longer required I may take leave\""
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna watched the umbrella appear in his hand with an expression that matched that of curiosity. How easily he can seemingly conjure things at will. A wave of gratitude washed over her as he held up the umbrella to protect her from the rain. She may not be dry, but at least she wasn't being constantly pelted with drops of water.\n\nAs he made the champagne glass appear and held it out to her, she took it in her own hands and stared down at the bubbling liquid. She took it more out of respect, though she didn't plan on drinking from it. The Canifor wasn't fond of these sort of drinks anyways to which she eventually came to the conclusion of pouring it out the moment he turned away. She listened to the butler, claiming that he was happy to assist her and yet the words seemed pretty empty with his earlier display of frustration.*\n\n\"Wait-\" *She said which was quickly followed by a pause as she pondered over what to say. Juna couldn't really think of anything she needed given as she was used to taking care of herself. Not being able to think of a request to fill the silence, she simply stated:*\n\n\"You said you... Served three kings and... Four lords-\" *The words felt foreign in her mouth. Yes she was aware of the hierarchy, but the thought of servants being around to tend to one's every need seemed strange in her eyes. The butler that stood before her didn't flicker with much happiness of his job. Maybe no butlers were, giving the circumstance of always having to wait on someone.* \"How... Do you know Max? Did he... Used to be a king...? *Juna bit her lip, hoping her questions didn't come off as oblivious or ignorant.*"
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"message": "*The Butler raised his brow at Junas odd request, atleast it was to him. His professionalism was only matched by his clear distain for his circumstances. He reached up with his white gloved hand to cough as he spoke* \"We are bound to our summoner. The way it always has been and always will be. And in my time I have served the highest levels of royalty. Alas as I am an ever being at some point or another my services are no longer required from those whom summon me. It is simply Master Max's call to which I answer for the time being. And to answer your question no... Not in the Slightest. Is there anything else i-\" \n\n*Just before the butler was to finish his sentence Max came galvanizing out of the woods with several logs of various sizes. A happy and optimistic smile spread across his still mud stained cheeks as he quickly placed one of the logs into the embers of dying campfire.\n\nLoud pops and crackles began to emerge from the sides of the log as the embers made there way between the bark and veins of the wood. In no time at all the log erupted into a vibrant source of light and warmth, causing the almost pitch black campsite to illuminate with an orange and yellow hughe. \n\nThe Butler stood to the side, allowing Juna to both remain under the umbrella whilst also being exposed to the light and warmth of the campfire. It was a very peaceful contrast to the gloom which had been so dominate just a few moments ago.* \n\n\"Thank you Reginald! Your services are most appreciated!\" *Max cheerfully replied to the butler who followed with a respectful bow before placing the umbrella next to Juna so that she could use it at her leisure.* \"Ofcourse... Do try not to catch a cold madam... May the gods grant you mercy...\" *The butler spoke as he disappeared into a puff of smoke*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears shot up at Max's approach, being taken by surprise. As he tossed the logs out towards dying flames, only for them to sprout up with light, Juna found herself squinting against it as if she were a mole from underground, just now being able to see the light from a previously dark environment. \n\nShe gingerly took the umbrella in her hand as the butler handed it over to her, giving a slight dip of her head as she had finally recognized that the summon wouldn't be staying. Odd, a summon that was also a person. At most Juna could simply bring wolves to her aid in a fight, but being able to summon someone to simply be there to serve someone's need? It was new to Juna at least and seeing the butler disappear in a puff of smoke, she felt a twinge of disappointment of not getting the chance to ask more questions. Never before had she had the chance to talk to a summon.\n\nNow with the butler gone, Juna slowly tipped the glass in her hand to the side and allow the once clear liquid to pour down into the mud below. Her nose wrinkled from the scent of it, but she turned away from it to face the campfire. She took a few steps towards it before crouching down in front of the collection of fire logs, enjoying the warmth they provided her drenched fur.\n\nThe umbrella lowered to her side as she sat squat on the ground with her arms wrapping around her legs. She watched the crackling fire, thinking back to her first venture through the woodlands of a place similar to this. The trees were burned down then with a strong enough scent of burnt logs to clog and burn her nose for a while after. Now, the trees stood tall against the flickering light and Juna enjoyed having the bright source return after her original sighting of it winking out right before she had collapsed in the mud.*\n\n*She could feel the rough fur of something pressing up against her and out of the corner of her eye, she could spot Jace leaning up beside her after his seeming failure of trying to eat the frog. He nosed the Canifor, sniffing at her new forestry scent while Juna had felt herself become so transfixed with the fire in front of her that she had nearly forgotten of Max's presence.*"
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"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*Such an odd person stood before him. Max was by no means a salt of the earth macen. He wasn't forced to forage or hunt for his survival like so many other unfortunate souls. But he definitely had the means by which to at the very least keep himself alive, to him this Canifor appeared to be somewhat helpless.\n\nMax sat down on the other side of the fire, in the faint glow he was able to observe the more animal like features of his new companion, she was small with pointed ears like that of a fox or cat, and seemed to have a clear distain for alchoal even as minor as champagne. He watched as the bits of rain fall off the umbrella which his butler had so graciously given her to mild amusement.*\n\n\"Now that you're alright. What are you doing out here miss? Are you lost? I dont mean to be so intrusive but I can't help but feel a little responsible for you seeing as I pulled you and your friend out of the mud...\" *He gestured to Jace before returning his gaze back to Juna.* \"At the very least allow me to give you some food and a place to sleep for the night. You'll catch your death if you try and get wherever it was you were heading too in this mess!\" \n\n*Max reached up to rub some of the mud off of his cheeks with the back of his thumb. It was starting to sting his eyes since he had ignored it to attend to his new friend*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna had finally glanced over to Max, her ears flicking back as she subtly noticed his sense of concern. She moved back a bit from the fire as its heat had already warmed her. Now instead of sitting scrunched up beside the fire, her legs laid out in front of her as she leaned back, using her arms as support to keep her sitting up. She met the umbrella and glass to sit resting on the ground beside her, deciding to allow even the faintest of rain drops to fall upon her head now that there was a heat source to counter it.*\n\n\"I... Guess I have gotten kind of lost huh...\" *She said, rubbing the back of her head with one hand self-consciously as she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze directly. Juna never could with people anyways.* \"I was trying to find my way back to my campsite, but... I guess I just got caught by the storm and now I don't know where I am...\" *To Juna's short knowledge of direction here, she had no idea how far her camp was. Any evidence of where she traveled or which way was the right direction would be washed away by the time the storm ended, scents included. Juna wasn't sure how she'll find her way back, most likely will have to traverse her way back to Salvania and gain direction from there. It would have been better if Jace could have known where to go, though he wasn't the most viable option with anything that wasn't directly searching for animals or other people.*\n\n*Juna sighed, scratching at the fur on her head as she grew irritated of the mud that was drying up there. It'll be a pain to wash this all off, but the Canifor decided to deal with it for the time being. Her Jackal wasn't much better, licking and biting at his own pelt to remove the dried, dirty substance that collected along his legs. When Juna heard Max mention about offering food and a place to sleep, Juna thought about mentioning that she was a very capable hunter, though she knew she wouldn't be able to prove that statement out in the pouring rain. Times like this, she'd just have to wait it out before she'd be able to hunt for anything.*\n\n\"No...\" *She said quietly.* \"Please... You've already helped enough... I don't want to take up your resources anymore than I already have...\" *Juna could care immensely about that as with living in the forest, resources were everything. Food, water, the materials for shelter. Wasting it away would only make life harder farther on and would most likely result in having to take more from the forest than what already would be with living there under substantial conditions.*"
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"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*Max brushed the top of his hair away from his face as he stood up from his seated position, he made his way over to the fire and placed another log next to the one that was currently burning at full force, it wouldn't be too long before another one was needed anyway.\n\nJust as soon as he placed the log on the fire did he make his way over to the popup tent where he had previously taken the towel from. Max rummaged around beneath the tent for a few moments, various strange sounds of metal clanking and fabric ripping could be heard as he soon emerged with a square shaped object wrapped in burlap. \n\nHe made his way over to Juna, opting to sit next to her as he held out the burlap square for her to take if she so desired* \"I've seen my fare share of darkness in this world Ms. While I admire your politeness and selflessness, and I'm sure you're more then capable of taking care of yourself. In times like these it's not so bad to except a little friendship. Even if it dosnt feel fair. Please, It's no bother to me. Id feel so much better to know that you were comfortable and safe then to worry about you for the rest of the night\" \n\n*Max was a fun loving and often foolhardy individual. But he was not without a certain sense of decency to which he held himself highly. In his mind a little bit light in such a dark world could go a long way. Plus at the very least it would be nice just to talk to someone.\n\nAs the pair spoke the small green frog which had been mostly apathetic towards the situation began to hop over to the trio, he proceeded to stare up at Juna with the same blank expression as before*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's head tilted to the side a bit as the Macen walked to his tent and rummaged through its supplies. Now with the fire lit and most of the rain warded off, she could see her surroundings much better. Her ears would flick every time the clanging of metal resounded in them and as he finally reappeared from it, she had wondered what was it he was looking for to cause such an amount of noise.\n\nHe had a burlap with him and as he held it out to her, she could only assume that he wanted her to take it. She slowly reached out to grab it and sat up more straight as he drew near. She sniffed at the burlap (I'm gonna assume sack of sorts), drawing in the scents of food coming from it and opened it up to see the contents inside. Max spoke of it not being much of a bother to him and how it wouldn't be so bad to accept a friendship. To the statement, she gave a quiet sigh.*\n\n\"I know it's just... I haven't always had the best encounters with people...\" *Juna said quietly as she could feel her Jackal nose at the food in her lap with curiosity. He pawed at it and Juna decided to strip off some of the pork that came with it and toss it to him. He quickly swallowed it down, his tail wagging as he awaited more which Juna would occasionally toss to him until the pork inevitably ran out.*\n\n\"I just try my best to stay out of others' ways... Especially if it's not under the best of circumstances... Like... Well... Now I guess...\" *She gazed out towards the fire, the orange flames flickering in her dark eyes.* \"There are lots of people that would probably rather not have to deal with others since it can be inconvenient to them and I can understand that.\""
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"message": "*Max smirked as Juna gave the salted pork to her canine companion. He listened intently to her as she spoke of having previous bad experiences with people, who was he to demand that she accept his hospitality? Perhaps he was being insensitive to her desires?\n\nMax placed his hands out infront of him for Juna to see. The various scrapes and bumps which adorned the tops and sides of his palms were a great indicator of the kind of physical work he may have done* \"Do you see it?\" *He said softly as he turned his hands allowing Juna to observe the rain splash and bounce off of his fingers and wrists* \"You can see the rain as it hits my skin right? You see how it bends to the curve of my fingers like It's embracing me?\" \n\n*Max gently grasped Junas hand with his own, he raises it up and placed his fingers against hers to resemble someone praying* \"You feel it dont you? All of it. Everything, the air that we breathe and the water from the sky, the warmth of the fire.. It's energy... It's all energy. A mostly invisible dance that we only get glimpses of when we see and feel things like heat from a fire or rain on our skin. There's a beautiful flow to it. It's how magic works. Those of us who study don't just zap lightning out of sticks. We train ourselves to tap into the flow of energy, when you get good enough you can even manipulate it. That's how magic like my summoning works... And it's not just magic. The energy that we as sentient beings give off can be observed. Your energy is strong, I can feel it You're a hard worker with a lot of talent. But your energy is also jagged and inconsistent. You've had some bad experiences which have made you feel like you're a burden on others. But you're not. You're just trying to sort out your energy... I'm sure you'll figure it out in your own time!\" \n\n*Max smiled as he released Juna's hand. He hoped that his explanation would help her, or at the very least ease her tired mind.*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna closed up the burlap, leaving the remaining food inside as she didn't feel hungry enough to eat what remained. Maybe in desperate enough conditions would she eat food that belonged to another person, but for now she could hunker down what ever feeling of hunger threatened to surface. She'll wait until the storm passed before finding any. \n\nAs Max held out his hands for her to look at, she raised an eyebrow in slight confusion. He wanted her to see something, though besides the bruises and water that fell along them, she wasn't quite sure what he wanted her to see. Max spoke of the rain curving around his hand to embrace him and it did truly occurs to her that he was a Water Macen. It would at least explain his accustom to the rain where areas Juna would prefer to stay dry, but he wanted her to notice something else, something to the prospect of magic.*\n\n*As he clasped her hands in his home, she could feel the muscles along her arm tense up while her hands themselves remained loose in his hold. He spoke of an energy, an energy that flowed through all things, through anything really. It was invisible, it was manipulative, it was magic. Juna considered the idea that Macens usually seemed to carry more magical prowess than most, but it didn't mean she was without her own. Perhaps he was trying to show or rather prove something to her, but she couldn't see anymore than she had mere seconds ago and as he released her hands, she allowed them to move and come to rest on her lap.*\n\n\"I know...\" *She had said solemn in response. Juna drew her knees close to her, deciding she felt more comfortable sitting this way. She held a hand out in front of her, taking a deep breath as she focused on the area over her palm. A ball of white light began to form and grow within it, being caught and intermingled with the lighting of the fire. The sphere sat there in her palm as she quietly explained:*\n\n\"I'm used to doing my own thing for myself and it works out fine, but with others...\" *Her mouth closed as she envisioned a fight that had occurred not so long ago. It was gruesome, nearly resulting in loss to which the realization of it caused the orb of light to flicker a bit despairingly. She went lost in thought of it, closing her eyes as she turned her hand over and forced the orb to vanish.* \n\n\"Things just don't tend to go as well all the time...\" *She could have named several encounters with that statement alone, though she'd rather think of those that ended more pleasantly than others.* \"That's why I let others do their own thing while I just do mine...\""
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{
"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*Max leaned back as the harsh light Juna had created hurt his eyes, it was magic he hadn't really been exposed too since he had focused to heavily into summoning. He watched as the incandescent glow hummed and danced with the fire which was finally starting to die down. \n\nMax nodded in understanding as Juna explained her thought process. He honestly felt a bit bad, like he had pushed her to hard. Even if his intentions were good it still was ignorant of him to try and explain her feelings to her.\n\nMax reached down to pick up the frog which had been indifferent to the entire affair. He held the small green creature out to Juna so she could get a better look* \"This is my friend Professor wart! He's got a PHD in eating flies! *Max smiled to Juna as he explained his amphibious friend who gazed up at Juna with a blank stare*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna turned to look over at Max, her gaze slowly dropping to stare at the frog the Macen held. She hadn't really taken much notice of its presence, seeing as his silence seemed to suit him well for blending in the background. \n\n\nJuna tilted her head to the side a bit as she looked the frog over before a light smile eventually formed on her face. Her tail rose a bit off the ground for the first time since she's been caught in the storm, giving a slow wag from one side the other. She wasn't particularly fond of amphibious creatures, but she couldn't help but let out a small giggle at the Macen's introduction to his pet.*\n\n\"Well hello Professor Wart.\" *Juna said, stifling her laughter.* \"It's nice to meet you.\" *The Canifor rose a hand out towards it, shakily at first as she was uncertain of how the frog would react to her. Though the creature didn't seem to do much, her Jackal had decided to give a bark of warning at the creature.*"
},
{
"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*The frog blinked both its eyes separately in a clear display of indifference. Max raised his hands slightly to allow Juna to get a better look. It was small and green like many frogs from around the area, it's big orange eyes stared blankly at Juna's outstretched hand, even when the jackle had barked, Profssor wart did not stir.*\n\n\"He was the first thing i ever summoned. We've been together for... Gosh five years now? As far as I can tell he's imortal. One time a hawk carried him away and I was completely devastated but about 2 days later he came hoping back to me without a scratch!\" *Max chuckled* \"That same month he got stepped on by a horse and popped right back up. Funny how something so insignificant could be so resilient. Im fortunate in having such a well behaved traveling companion.\" \n\n*Max's gaze drifted down to the jackle* \"And it looks like you have a companion of your own Ms. Juna. He's very protective I see!\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*She lightly poked the top of the frog's head with a single finger before slowly moving it away with a look of curiosity.*\n\n\"He's... A summon...? Does that mean he just disappears and reappears like other summons?\" *She asked in her normal hushed tone. As Juna listened to him describe the frog's immortality, the Canifor wondered if that was a perk of being a summon. Perhaps they could never truly die unless their summoner did.\n\nJace let out a huff of air before resting his head on Juna's lap, his gaze unmoving from the frog and the Macen that held him. Hearing Max call Jace protective, she let out a sigh of exasperation:*\n\n\"Yeah... He can be overprotective sometimes...\" *She moves her hand to lightly cover the Jackal's ears before whispering in an amused tone:* \"If you ask me, he does more harm than good with it sometimes.\""
},
{
"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*Juna's finger gently squished the top of the frogs head as she poked it. The frog responded with a hearty* *CROAK* *As it backed up slightly on to the top of Max's palm.*\n\n\"To be honest I'm not sure... He's never been unsummoned the way all my others go. Maybe In my inexperience I accidently summoned him for life. Im certintly not complaining tho. He keeps the bugs away while I'm out exploring and is someone to talk to when I'm lonely\" *Max lowered the frog down onto the forrest floor, it happily hopped its way back out into the rain where it quickly sat and enjoyed the water.*\n\n\"He just cares about ya is all. Sometimes we do strange things for those we care about! So! Hows about you and your furry friend stay with me tonight. And we can find your camp in the morning!\" *Max extended his hand for juna to take*"
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna watched the frog hop back down to the ground, wondering if he was having the time of his life with the wetness of the earth from the constant downpour. Jace had pricked his ears up as he watched the frog, quickly hopping to his feet as he paced towards it and lowered his front half in a more playful way while he pawed at the frog waiting for it to try jumping again.*\n\n\"Yeah... I guess you're right...\" *Juna said as she smiled at the two. Where there was a small animal moving around, there was Jace trying to give chase to it. She only hoped the Jackal wouldn't try eating the frog again, but at the very least she knew that he couldn't kill him directly from Max's description which was enough reassurance of the Jackal's rough play with an animal so small.\n\nJuna's ears flitted to the side as Max suggested the two of them stayed here for the night and seeing her Jackal enjoying himself, she figured it would be fine. She watched as he extended his hand to her for a moment before turning her gaze to the burlap that sat on her lap, figuring he wanted it back which was understandable enough in her eyes. She picked up the Burlap and placed it in Max's hands.*\n\n\"Sure-\" *She said finally, though she knew that her camp would probably be a long trek from here with how unfamiliar this place was. Maybe it would look better when daylight finally struck.*"
},
{
"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*Max happily took the burlap wrapped bread back, even tho Juna hadn't really eaten anything, if she wasn't hungry then she wasn't hungry. At the very least he had managed to give her jackle something to eat.*\n\n\"Exelent!\" *He exclaimed as he raised both his hands into the air* \"A most wise and joyous decision! You're more then welcome to sleep in my tent. I dont mind staying outside. Besides I can actually take this opertunity to try and find a catalyst\" \n\n*Max lowered his hands which he shook at Juna* \"Now I know what you're gona say! That you'd not feel right taking my tent from Me! But I promise you it's no big deal. There's a certain species of mushroom I need to find that only appears In these oh so wet conditions!\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna was about to open her mouth in protest. She has slept outside plenty of times with a stick tent for a shelter, but hearing Max's words, she quickly shut her mouth in silence. She decided to rethink her words, asking more curiously:*\n\n\"Catalysts...? Why do you want to find those for?\" *As she asked the question, she would rise back up to her feet and test the soreness of her muscles to see if it was worth extra movement. Her clothes remained plastered to her, carrying an extra weight of water. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to wash off a bit. Or at the very least get some of the thickening mud off while Max went to search for the catalyst he said he was searching for. \n\n\nIt would at least make it easier to sleep easier without the constant itching. Juna was starting to think that having a frog companion wasn't such a bad idea with the water bugs that probably roamed the area currently, looking for unsuspecting hosts.*"
},
{
"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*Max nodded at the question, he raised his hands happily as he lifted up a linen bag* \"Yes! A catalyst! In order to achieve some more advanced summons you need to offer a tribute of sorts. Something to entice the being by showing you know what you're doing. There's a certain variety of Griffin that loves mushrooms! Mushrooms that only reveal themselves under rainy conditions! That's why I'm here!\" *He exclaimed*"
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Advanced summons?\" *She questioned. The only thing she knew how to summon were wolves, but besides that the Canifor didn't look to deep into all the possibilities of trying to bring about more advanced creatures. A griffin nonetheless. Juna gazed at him curiously at the thought. A Griffin that liked mushrooms under certain rainy conditions?* \"Can I help?\" *She asked, flicking her ears to the side.*"
},
{
"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*Max placed the bag back into his belt line as Juna questioned his endeavor. It was understandable, advanced summoning was rarely pursued by anyone so many of its secrets were yet to be discovered.* \"Well. Normally I'd be all for it. But you did just narrowly avoid a most unpleasant circumstance in the mud. To be perfectly honest I'd be worried about you getting hurt Juna. I'm not gona tell you what you can and can't do, you're an adult and can make your own choices. But I would prefer if you stayed here. Maybe got some rest. I only need to find a few of them anyway\"\n\n\n*Max squatted down to get at eye level with Juna* \"If you'd like I could teach you some things in the morning tho!\" *He exclaimed as he turned his head to smile*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna pondered over it a while, before a small sigh escaped her.* \"Okay...\" *If there was disappointment in her, she didn't show it in her gaze with her words being enough of a hint. Rather, she turned to look away from Max and stood to her full height to which Jace's ears pricked up attentively as his tail wagged in excitement.*\n\n*Juna walked to the edge of the camp, staring out at the harsher of the battering rain just outside it. She didn't make a move out towards the cascading water, though she remained there watching it as Max's words crossed her mind once more.*"
},
{
"author": "bakkafisher",
"message": "*Max sighed as his normally lighthearted mood made way for disappointment. He wasn't trying to be mean to his new friend, but he wasn't going to lie either. He was worried about her and didn't want to see her possibly drown. \n\n\nHe wanted to apologize, he wanted to reassure her that he didn't think she was weak. But sometimes saying to little was better then saying to much. Max turned and hopped over one of the fallen trees on the north end of the campsite, he soon disappeared into the darkness.\n\nAs Juna looked out onto the edge of the campsite. Professor wart hopped onto the front of her shoes. Was it a show of support and understanding? Or just a dumb frog sitting on what it thought was a rock? Truly a question for the gods*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears flicked back as the Macen walked off, picking up the sounds of his departure. She didn't turn back, but instead held her hand out to the pouring rain. It pounded against her palm, though from where she stood now, it was bearable. Jace gazed up at her, unsure of whether she was planning on going out or not, so in debate the Jackal would move back in forth in and out of the rain, the water quickly soaking his pelt through, though he didn't seem to mind.\n\nJuna watched him for a while, tilting her head before her attention refocused on the frog sitting on her shoe. He was probably enjoying himself on the muddied boot that had once gone on a swampy journey through the forest just moments earlier. Her Jackal snapped to attention, seeing that the frog had moved again and had gone back to barking at the strange creature.\n\nJuna gave an exasperated laugh and carefully picked the frog up off her shoe, not quite sure how to hold it, but she seemed to settle on him just resting on her open palm.* \"I'm not sure how you can like this weather...\" *She said, speaking to the frog as if it could hold a conversation.* \"But... I guess you would question the same to me with Sunny and warm weather...\"\n\n*She stuck a boot slightly outside the camp and watched as the rain cleaned off the mud from it in no time flat. Maybe the rain did have some perks to it.*"
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Walking along the streets would be a young Canifor, carefully making her way through the crowd with an egg nestled carefully in her arms. Her gaze remained lowered as she walked by with more timidity in contrast to Cecilia's more excitable sense of adventure. By her side was her Jackal who had decided to take initiative and run off a small distance ahead of her as he would bark at anyone straying too close to them. Only recently had Juna left the small cafe-like place behind where she had met Ihakli, one who had a rather surprisingly wide knowledge of birds. The town soon parted away, coming to reveal a rather nice looking fountain where she could possible rest at before setting off to Salvania once more and with that, Juna decided to head over towards it. Her Jackal of course would quickly turn course to get the head start in getting there before she did, letting out a bark of greeting at the other people near it to Juna's disliking.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*Quickly noticing Jackal's barking, the cleric gave an enthusiastic wave, her eyes sparkling in awe.*\n\"He's so cuute!~\"\n*She chirped, continuing to beam as she got to her feet, dusting off her skirt and approaching with a spring in her step.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would glance over to Cecilia as she waved, giving her own more slow wave back.*\"Oh- thank you...\"*Jace would give a low growl at the woman's approach to which Juna would give a small pat on his head to reassure him and in response he would let out a huff of air as he'd walk out to sniff at her.*\"Sorry about him...\"*She would say. There was a tone of relief that Jace didn't openly try to attack her which was to say a lot.*\"He can be a little distrusting of people he doesn't know...\""
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Oh, sorry!~ I just had to come and take a better look...\"\n*She giggled nervously, rubbing the back of her head as her shoulders bounced.*\n\"You're a Canifor, right? What brings you to Lymia?\"\n*Cecilia asked cheerily, eyes drawn to Juna's ears.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*With Jace coming to sit next to his owner, Juna decided to relax a bit as she spoke to Cecilia.*\"Well... I was hoping to sell some furs and... Maybe learn more about this egg...\"*She'd say, inclining her head down towards where it sat in her arms.*\"I'm... Not quite sure how to take care of a bird... The farmer kind of just gave it to me...\""
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Ah, I see~ I usually sell potions and tonics in new places, everyone loves a fatigue potion~\"\n*She nodded and beamed again, giggling and leaning forward slightly to inspect the peculiar egg.*\n\"Woaahh... Is it live?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Potions?\"*Juna asked in a tone of confusion. When Cecilia asked whether or not her egg was alive, she would look down at it and say:*\"Yeah- it is... Well... I think it is... I...I hope it is...\"*With the one sentence alone her tone had changed from happy to uncertainty soon finishing in disappointment. Part of Juna couldn't help but suspect the animal inside had already died, but some part of her wanted to hope it didn't.*"
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Yeah, I'm a cleric after all~ Though only a beginner right now...\"\n*She giggled gently, producing two glass bottles from her saddle-bag; one a translucent green, the other a brackish red. The cleric would trace the top of the egg, cooing softly and frowning.*\n\"Oh, I'm not sure myself... Have you taken it to a beast-keeper?\""
},
{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "Sorry for delay ;^;"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*The Canifor would watch as Cecilia took out the two cups, each a different color from one another. She'd look at them curiously, partially out of wonder over what their purpose was. After all, she's never met a cleric before. When Cecilia went to trace the egg, Juna would take a timid step back though of course not moving far enough back for the egg to be out of reach of her. Juna's ears would lower at Cecilia's question, yet another one she couldn't answer.*\"Beast-Keeper?\"*She'd asked in a tone of confusion.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*She quickly pulled her hand away at Juna's step back, shrinking into herself slightly in an unconscious attempt to make herself look less intimidating - which was impossible, for a threat level of zero cannot be reduced further.*\n\"Yeah, they run shops in the cities - they look after all sorts of critters, and probably would know what the problem was with your egg there...\"\n*After a solemn moment, the girl would perk up again, realising she had missed something in their conversation.*\n\"Oh, I never asked your name! I'm Cecilia, nice to meet you miss~\""
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Oh I... I guess I've never thought of that...\"*Juna would say in response to the explanation Cecilia gave her. Perhaps she should pay one a visit to make sure the egg was alright with all the months that passed. When Cecilia introduced herself, Juna would respond with:*\"I'm Juna... It's... It's nice to meet you too...\"*She would ease up her protective grip around the egg as she relaxed a bit more.*\"Sorry I... Guess I can be uncertain with new people... Not all folk are the nicest it seems...\"*The Canifor would explain.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*Again she would beam, holding her hands behind her back and swinging back and forth idly, nodding slightly and replying with a lilt.*\n\"Oh, yeah I getcha~ I've been told I can be a little overbearing, so sorry about that!\"\n*She'd stick her tongue out and rap her knuckles against the side of her with a light giggle, trotting forwards and standing beside Juna.*\n\"Most people are pretty scared these days, so it makes sense. But if you're nice to people, they'll be nice back, I think~\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would take a moment to think about what she said with being nice to others and them being nice back to which she'd tilt her head a bit.*\"But... Sometimes I don't get the chance to be nice to people... Sometimes they... Just attack out of nowhere...\"*Despite what she said, it did make her a bit of a hypocrite. After all, she did attack the Goblins first without giving them much of a chance. Maybe this was simply Karma. She'd rest her head atop the egg she held, thinking about changing the subject before the guilt got to her.*\"Do you... Know where to find a Beast-Keeper?\""
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Mm, that's not your fault though... If they weren't bad people, they'd be friendly~\"\n*The cleric would return with nervous giggle, flashing another smile - her innocence almost palpable. The question would cause her to tap her cheek thoughtfully, eyes rolling skyward as she hummed quietly.*\n\"There's a small one here, I think. Most trade towns have little pet shops and the like. You want me to show you?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"I... I suppose you're right...\"*Juna would say in agreement as she pondered over that thought. At the mention of a pet shop being here, Juna's ears would perk up slightly in a mixture of gratitude and relief. With Cecilia offering to show her where it was, Juna would give a quick nod in response.*\"Yes... Yes that would be... Nice...\"*At least with a shop nearby, Juna could find out once and for all whether or not her egg was still alive or rather the bird in it. Maybe that would give some relief to the concerned Canifor.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Yay!~ Did you need to do something first? All I've got planned is dinner, so that can wait~\"\n*She'd cheer and raise her arms excitedly, giggling all the while as she took a few steps away from Juna, twirling on the spot to face her again.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Well... Nothing in particularly... I was... Actually planning on heading back to Salvania... I...I've recently visited Pepor and well... I guess I've come to learn there that there wasn't much I knew about birds... I figured it might have been best to head back Salvania... But... Maybe the beast keeper help me learn how to take care of the egg-\""
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Ohh, ok!~ You've been travelling a long ways, like me~\"\n*Again she would beam, sensing a hesitation in Juna's voice and growing concerned. The last thing she wanted to do was scare away a new friend.*\n\"How about this: We go see this beast-keeper, then we can get something to eat! What'd you think?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*With Cecilia's idea of getting something to eat after meeting the beast keeper in mind, Juna would offer a light smile.*\"Yeah? Yeah... That sounds great-\"*She said. Though she still carried that uncertain tone in her voice, there was more of a sense of calmness coming from her. Jace must have sensed it as well, giving a wide yawn at the two before getting up and walking in a tight circle as if readying to leave.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Great!~ I'll lead the way, come on~\"\n*She'd perk up again, bounding down the street - slowing her advance to let Juna catch up, waving to her excitedly.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would quickly follow after her, their haste catching the attention of her Jackal as he would excitedly run on ahead with newfound energy. The Canifor made sure to keep a secure hold on the egg as she moved to keep up with Cecilia. After all, she knew very well what would happen to an egg if it were to hit the ground too hard.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*Soon enough, the pair would reach one of the quieter streets, the bustling crowds far thinner as the stores became sparse - most buying or selling oddities and more clandestine goods. Cecilia would slow to a stroll now, scanning the small signs as they passed through, looking for the one she recognised.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*As they walked along the more quiet streets of Lymia, Juna would find herself looking around for possible shops that could indicate where the beast keeper was only to soon realize that she wouldn't know what to look for anyways. Instead, she decided to fill the silence with something that could at least help her better get to know Cecilia.*\"You mentioned something about... Potions... What kind of potions do you usually make...?\"*She'd ask curiously, hoping it wasn't too pressing of a question for the overly excitable young cleric.*"
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Well, fruit potions work a lot like real potions, which have a prolonged effect. They leave a little fruit taste and smell on your nose and tongue, it's great!~\"\n*She explained with another lilt, blushing lightly as she beamed. At the mention of Juna's profession, Cecilia gasped excitedly, eyes twinkling once more.*\n\"Woaah, really?! That's so cool~!\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Well, lots of people usually hunt.\"*She'd say modestly as they continued walking.*\"It's just something I grew up doing and... Well I learned to make a decent living out of it. The forests haven't been too safe recently though... There's a lot of ambushes and fighting that happens in them...\"*Juna's gaze would focus on her Jackal as he went off ahead. It wasn't unusual for Jace to distance himself, but at least he always came back in the end to check back up on them before continuing forward.*\"I never heard much about potion use, what else can they do?\"*She'd ask, looking back at Cecilia.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Ohhh~... Yeah, I've noticed that too... Still, it must be exciting work!\"\n*Her enthusiasm was not an easy thing to defeat, Juna would quickly learn, the cleric continuing to walk backwards as she listened.*\n\"You mean the fruit ones or general potions? 'Coz fruit potions are just for fun~\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*With Cecilia's excitement on the topic of hunting, Juna wondered how often the Cleric had actually gone out to the forest. Surely she'd find a Hunter every so often out there to where it wasn't so exciting after a while, but perhaps the hobby wasn't for everyone.*\"The general ones I suppose.\"*Juna answered deciding to give Cecilia something more worth talking about than the simple tasks of what the Canifor did. As usual her Jackal would make his way back over to them, soon to be rewarded with a pat from Juna before wandering off again.*"
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"I have, this one! The fellow's kinda quiet, but he's nice once you get him talkin'. Follow me, follow me~\"\n*The cleric beckoned her inside, swinging the door open with a thrust of her hand, the bell ringing raucously, some of the critters yelling in protest, quickly relaxing as they noticed where the sound came from. A stirring could be seen at the far end of the room, the sound of clinking glass and creaking wood accompanying a low, ponderous voice.*"
},
{
"author": "Shimazu Oira",
"message": "\"O' course... Cecilia the Brightspark, who else could it have been...\"\n*The grizzled man hummed - half bitter, half amused - as he shifted, sighing gently and lighting another one of the torch esconces with a snap of his fingers - throwing a shard of fire towards the cloth.\n\n His harsh, scarred features were gently illuminated in the light, one eye refusing to reflect the light as it sat idle, the other studying the pair with sharp intellect. He was large, but not like a giant - though the way his clothes covered him loosely suggested he was once much larger, the tufts of grey between his charcoal hair being one of few markers of his age.*\n\"Right... What can I help you with today, kid? 'see you've brought a friend along.\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would follow Cecilia into the building as she would find herself holding the egg close to her with the new environment. Her ears would flick out the ring of the bell soon followed by the series of annoyed animals. Jace would race into the building, letting out an excitable bark with all the interesting creatures that seemed to fill the room.\n\nJuna's gaze would fall on the grizzled old man, remaining silent as he spoke to Cecilia with a sense a familiarity. She'd look around the room, watching the other animals with peaked curiosity. Only when the man asked what he could help them with, would she eventually refocus her attention on him. At first she waited, half expecting Cecilia to start something at first, but after a short pause, she would eventually walk up the man and show the large egg she held in her arms.*\"I... I wanted to know if the egg was... Okay...\""
}
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*Cecilia kept her mouth shut, instead standing nearby - eventually succumbing to boredom and began to pester the animals, one of them recognising her and acquiescing to her prods.*"
},
{
"author": "Shimazu Oira",
"message": "\"Hmmm...\"\n*The storekeeper would rise from his seat, disappearing into a door behind the desk - ornamental beads clacking softly against each other as he brushed through them - soon returning with a cushion, indented in the middle. He set it on the table, his hand flexing as his palm flashed a milky white, an orb of light floating nearby. He slid the pillow forward and fished out a book and a magnifying glass, eyes flitting up to the girl with a groan of effort.*\n\"Right, put the little one here - I'll take a look. You know the species?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Seeing the cushion being set out, Juna would slowly release her tight hold on the egg. She waited until he gave her permission to set it down, then would soon enough place it upon the cushion with heavy care.*\"It's... And airstrider... At least... That's what others told me...\"*The Canifor answered, deciding to give a small step back so that she wasn't hovering over it. She wasn't quite sure what it was that the egg needed, but part of her figured that maybe she shouldn't be so hands on with nature.*\"A rancher gave it to me... But... He didn't really say much...\"*The Canifor decided to add. Jace paced along the floor, soon coming to hop up onto his hind legs so he can see over the table as he rested his front paws there while looking at the egg curiously or perhaps in contemplation of whether or not he should try eating it.*"
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{
"author": "Shimazu Oira",
"message": "*The storekeeper gave another sigh as he pulled his magnifying glass to his eyes, examining the egg carefully, the orb floating about to illuminate what he was looking at.*\n\"Hm... Air strider, eh? Keeping it warm? The egg still lives, yes... How long ago did you get this?\"\n*He asked, running a small cloth across one side, making sure there was a reaction - the egg surface jerking back as the baby inside pushed it back into position.*\n\"That's a good sign...\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"I've... I've tried to...\"*Juna would say. Though it's been warmer the more recent months, the Canifor wasn't exactly sure how warm she was supposed to keep it. Birds usually lay on eggs, right? Despite it being a well known fact, Juna wasn't sure it would be very safe for the egg for her to try doing such. Hopefully the security of her bag in the warmth of the weather was good enough.*\"Its been... About a month or so now...\"*Juna would say in response to his question of how long she had it. Time flew rather fast, but still the egg had yet to hatch and why that was, she wasn't sure. At the very least, Juna could feel reassurance from the man's words of it being a good sign. She wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but then again what did she know about birds?*\"So... It will still hatch...?\""
},
{
"author": "Shimazu Oira",
"message": "*He let the silence grow as he continued to examine the egg, nodding slowly as his weathered eyes flicked between the egg and his book.*\n\"Mm. It will, definitely. Air Striders take about a month to hatch - expect it soon, and try to find a stable to hatch it for you, they'll do it for a price.\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"A... Stable...?\"*She'd ask in question. It wasn't that she didn't know what it was. It was more so that stables usually held 'horses'. An animal with which she also felt cautious around.*\"Like... Where ranchers keep the other farm animals...?\"*She'd ask quietly as if she didn't want to fully know the answer. Of course if she took the egg there she'd stay with it, but with large farm animals milling around, one of the two were at risk of getting stepped on.*"
},
{
"author": "Shimazu Oira",
"message": "\"No, no. An Air Strider stable. There's a few in the region that are willing to help you hatch it. Cecilia!\"\n*He called to the cleric, tapping his finger against the table impatiently.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*The young girl hopped back to attention, running over to the desk and resting her head on the desk, humming curiously.*\n\"Hmm?~ Ooh, how's the egg?~\""
},
{
"author": "Shimazu Oira",
"message": "\"Egg's fine... You know where the Air Strider stables are?\"\n*He sighed, asking with a terse expression. While most of the best Air Striders were bred in the cities of Silnaria, they were highly isolationist, not willing to have any eggs that fall outside of their pure-bred batches. The grizzled man pulled out a sheet of paper, twirling an ink pen between his fingers and scribbling out a note, thrusting it at Cecilia and explaining gruffly*\n\"Here, take this to 'em. My seal is on this note, so they'll be willing to help ya'.\"\n*The paper would be marked with a deep blue wax - the Jackdaws insignia in the corner.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*With the confirmation of the egg being just fine, Juna would pick it back up and look over to Cecilia.*\"Is... The stable far...?\"*She asked in a curious tone. An Airstrider stable it was. Well despite how loud the birds were, it was just a bunch of birds at the end of the day. The Canifor could surely handle that. Maybe if she comes to like the place, she could wait there until it hatches or at least take the time to revisit once the time comes, though that can only mean it may be a while before she got back to Salvania. That was fine at least, she could continue her travels for a little while longer. Jace lowered himself from the counter, coming to look expectantly at the door as if wanting to go outside while the others spoke.*"
}
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{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "`A couple hours later...`\n*The pair had been walking a short while now, having eaten their fill at whatever tavern Cecilia had dragged Juna into. The town's roads slowly climbed up a winding hill, rolling up towards the waning sun. Their destination sat along the incline: a large fenced-off field in the valley next to a stable-house. While the inhabitants of the stables were mostly horses and other common mounts, one or two Air Striders; their feathers shimmering softly in the light, could be seen.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Look, there it is!~\"\n*The cleric would exclaim, her excitement mounting as she spied some of the animals in question. She had her hand on Juna's arm, pulling her along gently as to not make her drop the egg, waving to a stable-hand and beaming.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*As they left the town behind, Juna started to become more relaxed now out and about in the wilderness or so it seemed. Climbing up the incline, the fence would soon come into view and sure enough Juna's nervousness returned. Her ears rose, picking up the sounds as the farmhouse would soon come into view right after, however, before she could react she would feel Cecilia place a hand on her arm and in doing so, causing her to turn her head to look at the Cleric.*\"Are... Are you sure it will be okay for us to... Keep the egg here...?\"\n\n*Despite the reassurance given by the storekeeper earlier, Juna couldn't help but be revisited with the knowledge that she didn't know much of these birds or frankly how Jace would react if they ever go to the other side of the fence, let alone who owned this place to begin with. Were they nice Airstrider owners or were they more like the ones who had given her the egg in the first place? Juna wasn't too sure, but as Cecilia began tugging her along it was clear she wouldn't have much time to rethink about it.*"
}
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Of course!~ I trust mister Oira, he's never lied to me before~ If you don't think they're nice folk, we'll have to look elsewhere - or you'll have to do it yourself... But give it a chance~ You want the little one to hatch healthy!\"\n*Cecilia attempted to reassure Juna, yet held a similar apprehension as they drew close. She'd only just met her, but was easily invested in new relationships; wanting to see both her and the egg happier than when she had met them.*"
},
{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "*As they drew ever closer, the ears of the Brayer tending to the stabled animals swished contentedly, hearing them from a ways away - putting down the pail of water she carried and heading out to meet them. \n\nThe pair would see a middle-aged woman, standing two heads taller than either of them, her features more Macen than Brayer; her small fan-shaped ears flicking back and forth idly in the evening warmth. She'd raise a hand in greeting, noticing the egg clutched in Juna's hands; her curiosity towards these strangers rising.*\n\"'Allo, strangers! What brings ya' here?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*With Cecilia's reassurance, Juna decided to at least give the place a chance. After all, who would know more about hatching an Airstrider Egg than an Airstrider Farmer?*\"Alright...\"*She'd say, letting out an exhale of air to relax herself. Her gaze turned as she caught sight of the Brayer gradually making her way over and in doing so, finding herself clutching the egg tighter. \n\nJuna had to admit, she had rarely seen a Brayer before, but perhaps it was all too ironic to find one here of all places. She didn't seem hostile in any way at least, which was enough to allow Juna to not tense up too much at her approach.*\"Hello... We were... Wondering if... If maybe you could help us... This egg is supposed to hatch soon and... We were told to come here since... Well... We don't know what to do for when it hatches...\"*Juna would answer in a quiet tone.*"
}
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{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "\"Hmm...\"\n*The farmer pressed her tools against the egg gently, a slight scratching sound coming from within the leathery shell. She smiled, beaming and returning her tools, pulling out a small book and filing through the pages.*\n\"A rancher, hm? He just gave it away? Maybe he didn't know what it was... Anyway, you want it hatched, then? My best guess is that old Jurchen sent you~\"\n*She giggled, tapping a finger against a blank spot on her book, glancing to Cecilia and noticing the folded paper.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*Recalling her reason for being there, the cleric offered the sealed paper with a chirp, making sure she hadn't broken it yet.*"
},
{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "*She took it, rubbing her chin as she examined it, recognising the seal and nodding warmly.*\n\"Ah, as I thought~ If I have his seal, then I can trust someone will come to check in~ Of course I can take care of it for you, as long as I get to keep the shredded feathers, they're good bedding for the others I have here~\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Shedded... Feathers...?\"*Juna asked. She'd watch as Cecilia gave the letter to the farmer after her examination of the egg. With her offering to take care of the egg, part of Juna wondered if she'd even be able to see it again before it hatched or would rather get to see it at all for that matter. She knew how protective farmers could be of their animals at least, providing relief to know the egg would be safe, but Juna didn't want to simply leave the egg with a woman she had just met nonetheless.*\n\n\"Would I... Be able to still see it hatch...?\"*She asked, pressing her chin lightly atop the egg as if trying to comfort it. Her ears angled towards it, picking up the faint sounds coming from it. Surely it was close to hatching. She wouldn't want to miss something like that. Jace circled around her feet below, soon finding himself being occupied as he walked around and sniffed at the Brayer.*"
}
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{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "\"Mhm!~ Of course you can, it'll be yours~ We have enough here, and this one isn't under my name, so it's yours legally.\"\n*The bovine giggled again, winking and hurrying over to the section of the barn where her few Air Striders resided - one poking it's head out and purring softly at Juna, eyes warm on the egg in her hands.*\n\"Come on then, I'll show you where it'll sit, and who'll be looking after it~\""
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"It'll be okay, Juna~ If anything happens, I'll sort it out!\"\n*Cecilia grinned, stamping her staff against the straw confidently.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"O... Okay...\"*Juna would say in response as she followed after the farmer. She eyed the Airstriders as they drew near to them, unsure of what to make of the unusually large birds.*\"Hello-\"*She'd say to it as she tried to offer her hand out. Jace followed at a more steady pace soon coming up to the bird and letting out a bark of greeting.*"
},
{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "*The largest Air Strider would nuzzle her hand, its azure feathers ruffling gently as it purred again. The stable hand parted a pile of hay near the large Strider, gathering a few downy feathers from a basket in the stable and setting them inside the mound. She'd kneel beside it, beaming at Juna and nodding to the Strider.*\n\"Come, come~ The biggest one is called Wrynith, she's in charge around here~\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would relax a bit as the Airstrider nuzzled her hand, deciding to give a small pat to its head as her nervousness began to subside.*\"You're not so bad...\"*She'd say with a slight tone of surprise. As the farmer got her attention, creating a small mound out of the hay and feathers, Juna would decide to take a couple steps closer to them. She looked between the mound and egg before asking in a questioning tone:*\"Do I... Just place the egg here...?\""
},
{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "\"Mhm!~ Wrynith'll nurse it until it hatches, then for a few months until the little one can walk properly~\"\n*She explained, giggling softly as the Air Strider nuzzled at the egg, eyes closed as Juna patted her.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*The cleric continued to bounce behind the excitedly, squealing as Juna patted Wrynith.*\n\"They're soooo pretty!!~\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would carefully walk up towards the mound and place the egg within it, making sure it wouldn't suddenly fall out at a slight touch. Her gaze turned towards Wrynith as she would give a small pat atop her head.*\"Take good care of Eggbert...\"*She'd whisper, speaking the name she had once given the Egg. Of course the name wouldn't stay forever especially once the egg hatched, but still, Juna couldn't help but feel attached. She sat there in silence for a while, leaving her hand atop the Airstrider until she eventually moved away to walk back over to Cecilia.*\"Yeah...\"*She'd say in quiet agreement before inclining her head towards the easily excitable cleric.*\"Its pretty interesting that some manage to ride them...\""
}
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Eggbert!~ Bird Rob when it hatches!~\"\n*Cecilia cheered, giggling at her own joke as she glomped Juna, beaming happily.*\n\"They're super fast too!~ Pretty rare these days, though... Sad, they should be more common...\""
},
{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "*Wrynith gave the egg a short nuzzle, settling atop it slowly and humming softly, chirping at Juna and nodding to her sagely. The stable-hand echoed the giggle, approaching the pair and handing Juna a single, long, iridescent feather.*\n\"Here... This was Wrynith's first adult feather, or at least one of them. When you come back, we'll trade this one for the young one's~\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna gave a quiet laugh at the Cleric's humor, soon averting her attention to the feather that was handed to her. She gazed at it for a moment, running her finger along the outer edge of the feather before nodding in response to the trade. Pulling her bag out from around her, Juna would place the feather down in the empty space where Eggbert once was. Seeing how empty the bag seemed now, she couldn't help but longe to have Eggbert back, but still she knew little of caring for an egg and an Airstrider was the best caretaker there was for an Airstrider Egg.*\n\n\"Alright...\"*Juna would say in response before readjusting her bag on her back.*\"I think... I may stick around Lymia for... A little while longer then... Well... At least until l Eggbert hatches and is old enough to travel...\"*Saying this, Juna knew that it may be some time before she'd get to head back to Salvania and with it having to find a place that may best suit her here while she waited, but still, hopefully it wasn't too daunting of a task with Eggbert in mind.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"I wanna hang out too!~ I wanna see Eggbert hatch!\"\n*She exclaimed, jumping on the spot and giggling excitedly. She hadn't anywhere to go urgently, and had grown fond of Juna after their short time together. The hatching of an Air Strider was to be a rare event for sure, and she didn't want to miss that.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna smiled at the thought of Cecilia being there for Eggbert's birth. It was a once in a lifetime thing to witness after all.*\"Yeah... Yeah that would... Be nice actually...\"*Juna took a moment to think about for a while, someone else soon crossing her thought as she would turn towards Cecilia.*\"You... Wouldn't happen to have some paper and seething to write with would you...? I... There's someone I want to write a letter to...\""
},
{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "\"Come back any time, dearie~ The name's Mallie, give me a shout if you need somethin'!\"\n*The bovine beamed, returning to her duties with a gentle hum, keeping an eye on them as they lingered. Wrynith cooed softly, settling in for a sleep as they finished up.*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Uhhh...\"\n*She droned a moment as she filed through her bag, producing a sheet of faded paper and a small pen - a sharpened coal stick running through the centre.*\n\"This works, right...?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Mallie...\"*She'd repeat quietly as if to make sure she didn't easily forget the name.*\"Thanks... Thanks for the help...\"*Juna would turn away from the Bovine as Cecilia tried to reach into her bag, soon pulling out a paper and pen. She'd gratefully take the two objects, responding back with:*\"Yes... Yes this works perfectly-\""
}
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{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "*At the coast of Lymia sits a very beautiful beach, a common place for people to fish, relax, or search for shells to sell in town. And here the adventure of a very ambitious mermaid begins. Not looking like a mermaid of course looking like a human! A very lightly armored human, wearing minimal of course wearing to much would just slow her down. Imagine if you will a pirate then throw a dirty blond green eyed girl in it with a small bust. You got Elztal, with a fancy hat, tunic, leather shorts, and boots. Its all she needs!*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*The slow, ponderous footsteps from the knight's sabatons against the glittering sand could be heard a small distance away. On another stroll through nature, her auburn eyes wandered across the horizon amiably, a contented smile on her small lips as she shook her hair loose, her armour clinking gently against the helm she had tucked under her arm. Her free arm rested on the handle of her longsword, giving a quiet sigh as she basked in the sunlight a moment longer.*\n\"Oh, I do love the ocean... Shame I never learnt to swim...\"\n*She mumbled, knowing that she'd be able to flail to shore in an emergency - probably...*"
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "*Elztal would be walking through the sand with no shoes on, they just slow her down shes currently running getting used to these new legs of hers. She hasent been human in about 4 months it gets awkward having to relearn walking. _. But she manages! Shes a bit stumbly at first but the muscle memory from all the other times she used her legs quickly take over as she spots the reflection of armor shimmering in the distance, she snickers to herself as she grabs a beautiful shell that has a hermit crab in it. Holding it behind her back and making sure the crab dosent leave its shell just yet.* \n\n*She would approach Elias* \"Hello-!\" *She smiles leaning over your light casting a shadow over your sun bathe spot.* \"Did you know that if you listen very carefully into a conch shell you can hear the ocean?\" *She hands you that conch shell with a hermit in it, of course the hermit crab is deep inside the shell and its claws and antenna are not out so at first look its just a normal if not bautiful and large shell*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Only slightly caught off-guard by the stranger, Elias took a couple short steps back; glancing quickly between Elztal's face and the conch shell, blinking hard as she rounded up a response.*\n\"Uh- What- Hello? Where did you come from...\"\n*She mumbled, taking the conch and slowly raising it to her ear - the low, hollow drone of the ocean greeting her.*\n\"Hm... True...\""
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "*She snickers as she flicks the back of the shell, causing the hermit crab to get annoyed and make a snip at your ear! Hah, ocean tourists always fall for it. As the hermit crab is now locked onto your ear loab she falls over laughing at her prank* \"The ocean *Heheh* Dosent like callers\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Gah!\"\n*She'd yelp, cursing in Silnari and cracking the shell in her gauntlet and growling.*\n\"A great first impression...\""
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "\"Im Elzta vixa nice to meet you, im a mercenary looking for fame, fortune and my own crew! I wish for you to join me! Its not every day my pranks work this well\" *She snickers holding out her hand. You notice now looking at her, that one of her hands has a heavy sheild if not small shield and on her back is a trident like weapon, its coverd in cloth. But you can tell by the shape its a trident* \n\n\"Hmm... How about this! We do a friendly spar, if I win you join me on my adventures!\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Join you...? You just met me. Is this another one of these 'pranks'? You need to spread out your material...\"\n*She muttered back, a bitter expression on her face as she ripped away the hermit crab, lowering to the floor and placing it in the short grass, apologising gently for breaking it's shell.*"
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "\"Meh this one is not a prank, ysee I need strong people to join me on my adventures, and look at you all clad out in nights armor able to crush a hermit shell in one go. Also you look like someone thatd be fun to travel with cause I got- well. Nothing, the only people I see on these shores are merchants and random teens, sure there fun to prank but nobody worth a good fight or to do quests with.\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*The knight gave her a once over as she rose to her feet again - her eyes dropping below her as she towered over the merfolk.*\n\"Mm... Sure. Might be fun. If you wound me, you're paying for the healing.\"\n*She snapped, huffing quietly as she clicked her longsword in it's sheathe.*"
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "\"Oop- well then I get to show off~!\" *She says excitedly, she would grab the trident with her right hand and unwrap it revealing a blue shining, beautiful trident. Its obviously very well kempt and its very very sharp. Each prong is sharpened to a point.* \"Meet riptide\" *She says spinning it in her hand. She stands up straight holding her arms infront of her much akin to a modern day boxer*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Riptide, hm? It's beautiful... Don't think I've ever seen a trident before...\"\n*She hummed lowly, drawing her longsword slowly and stately, gripping the handle with both hands and holding the point out towards her, at 45-degrees. The faded markings on the blade could still be seen, but it was clear the degradation was deliberate. A simple tapered crossguard, backed by a spiral handle, with simple greys and blacks - this was no noble's sword, at least not anymore.*\n\"Pariah. My brother's name for it. I care not for naming weapons...\""
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "\"Its something I inherited a while ago, ive been keeping perfect care of it, its said that this trident has slayed the biggest of sea monsters\" *She smirks as she notices your guard and and holds low, then abruptly switches and starts beelining running at you, she then jumps up and does a plunging strike! Those sharp prods of the trident are even sharper up close*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"Fascinating... A sea monster, you say-\"\n*The knight cut herself short as she watched Elzta sprint towards her, raising an eyebrow at her jump and stepping back, moving her sword to the left and up to block her falling attack - though she didn't expect much force behind it, it was a plunging attack.*"
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "*This big showey attack would get cut short by the block, seeing how her big attack failed she would hit the ground hard and jump backward staying about 1 and a half feet away keeping her 2 hands by her face. Again like a boxer, she then would start doing short side steps sending in fast, light attacks with every movment hitting at your left and right guard*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*After blocking Elzta's jumping attack, her guard would follow her as she prepared another attack - swinging her blade in a few small circles to catch each light strike and slowly walking forward, lunging forth and stabbing at her shoulder with the end of her blade.*"
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "*She would frustratingly get hit side, to side her attacks blocked by the sword. She would then see the lunge attack coming and she would smack the sword with her heavy shield. She moves her feet to the side and attempt an uppercut with the same shield she used to punch the sword*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Her sword would be only barely knocked aside, still gripped tight in her hands. She'd grunt from the uppercut, stumbling to his right and shaking her head - a drop of blood flying from her cheek, a light graze glistening on it. She returned to her defensive stance, taking a step forward as she made to swing in a wide arc from the left.*"
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "*She would cross her buckler, and trident at the sword, bassicaly she uses the shaft of the trident and the buckler to do a full block of the sword, and attempts to throw it off to the side. As shes locked into your sword she would grin wildly at you* \"Heh! Your good!\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Elias would sigh, her hands still tight around the blade due to the awkward hold Elzta would have on her tools. Hunching her knees, the knight would raise her foot into her stomach, pushing hard into a front kick, attempting to at least unbalance her.*"
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "*Your heavy boot would push her back, she stumbles almost falling over. Curse these human legs! She would attempt to gain her footing back. She would be on dodge mode right now trying to steady herself before launching another attack*"
}
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{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*She smirked, giving her weapon a small flourish as she continued her slow approach, keeping her blade pointed at the skirmisher, watching and waiting for an opening.*\n\"And you're wide open...\""
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "\"Wide open ay? Well im not one for being defensive anyway\" **She would run at you, going into a small jumping stab,then going into an upper cut with the buckler*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Again, Elias would step away from the jump, turning her sword horizontally and striking at her open stomach.*"
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "*She would gasp as shes cut across her stomach, not deeply but cut. Her enorphens flare as she would grab her trident with 2 hands and starts to reletnlessly attack, from your right left and middle guard. With 2 hands she has significantly more control and power with her swings.*"
}
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{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "Had school today, sorry ;w;"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*The knight shifted to her back foot, pushing away each strike - one or two of them missing her guard and catching her armour, leaving scratches and small dents here and there. At the apex of one of Elzta's stabs, Elias would snap her crossguard around the handle of her trident, pushing it away and swinging down onto her head.*"
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "*She would see this coming and duck. Shifting her feet and taking a step to your left and throwing a left jab right into your face, if this were to hit you would easilly get dazed if not hurt your nose substantially because that buckler is mostly metal. Her right hand is currently at her side however the trident still clutched tight*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*The duck would do little to stop her blade, the edge smacking the top of her head, her knee coming up to her face and driving into her nose.*"
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "*She would get bodied by you, the blade slicing directly into her shoulder and your knee crushing her nose. She would scream, a lot as she clutches onto her bleeding shoulder* \"WHY DIDINT YOU STOP BEFORE IT FUCKING HIT ME, ANY CLOSER TO MY NECK I WOULD BE DEAD!\" *She yells in pained anger*"
}
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{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Elias gritted her teeth, feeling her cheek ooze blood as the fight winded down, her adrenaline wearing off and the various bruises and cuts across her body beginning to pulse with pain again. She flick the blood from her longsword, sheathing it and sighing softly.*\n\"Likewise, with half the stabs to my head. Now, come on - let's get to a healer. You and I both...\""
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "*She would glare longingly into the ocean, she would much rather heal in there then on land but still. She would sigh in a lot of pain* \"Your supposed to dramatically stop before the blade actually hits in a spar yknow, Dammit dammit dammit!\" *She says at her own loss* \"I cant belive it I... Lost... I lost a fair fight...\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*The knight returned a gentle smirk, tousling her hair and rubbing her back.*\n\"You did well, all things considered... Quite the acrobat, I'd say.\""
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "\"Well... Tsk. You won, i suppose I follow you on your adventures now. Darn heavy armor, I really tried to dent that plate of yours.\" *If anything your mightly bruised* \"Anyway. Oww... Uh hold on ill heal better in the ocean trust me. I'll wait there while you get health\""
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*She stopped, letting go of her and shrugging, raising a brow to this but not wanting to question her after such a wound.*\n\"If you insist... Salt usually hurts the wound, but if you want...\"\n*The knight sighed, settling on the sand and removing her armour pieces, massaging the blue patches on her white skin.*"
},
{
"author": "Elzta vixa",
"message": "*She would jump into the water and her body starts to glow harshly its very bright you gotta cover your eyes from the glare! The water seems to flow out of her and you can feel a flow of mana in the air*"
},
{
"author": "Elztal vixa",
"message": "*Suddenly were there was a shifty pirate looking macen theres an elegant beautiful mermaid, the hair colors the same and the wound is there* \"The oceans a good relaxer\" *She says sitting on the moist sand*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*For a moment, Elias didn't react - assuming she was hallucinating a moment from the pain shock. After a few seconds of staring blankly at the mermaid, a throb of pain bringing her back, a dumbfounded expression forming as she stammered.*\n\"Ah- Wh, y-you're- I don't-...\""
},
{
"author": "Elztal vixa",
"message": "*She giggles at you* \"Yes yes, I am a \"Mermaid\" Unlike most of my kind i actually enjoy the surface and I don't infact fear humans either. Im very unique in my tribe\" *She would grab her long hait and tie it into a braid so it dosent get sand on it.* \"They call me a dare devil, an idiot, and reckless. But I'll be famous youl see!\" \n\n\"Also legs are dumb, if you fought me in the sea?! Youd be so screwed i had just relearned how to walk when I faught you\""
}
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{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"I suppose that makes sense, yes...\"\n*Elias mused, crouching down in front of her and humming softly, her head cupped in her hands as she continued to look her over curiously.*\n\"A statue, eh? What's your plan, then?\""
},
{
"author": "Elztal vixa",
"message": "\"Fame.\" *She says immideatly* \"Im going to be the most well known mercenary, and famous ever, my name will be in the channels of history I will have people sing songs about the feats I acomplished!\" *She says looking upward her eyes burning with determination*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "*Drawing her head back slowly at the mermaid's stare, Elias chuckled softly, shaking her head at the notion - her smile unfading as she enjoyed her ambition.*\n\"So you say... Good luck to you, dear.~\""
}
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{
"author": "Elztal vixa",
"message": "\"So are you going to get me some healing or ya gonna just stand there.\" *She uncovers that huge gash in her shoulder that you put there*"
},
{
"author": "Ser Elias Bluedove",
"message": "\"...*Get* You healing? We'd see a cleric, you want me to drag one back here for you?\"\n*She asked, mildly indignant at the suggestion. It was Elztal who suggested the duel... Though Elias did recall their promise beforehand.*"
},
{
"author": "Elztal vixa",
"message": "\"Well whatever you do ill follow your lead\" *She sighs looking at the symbol of her defeat on ber shoulder.* \"Fine fine I'll follow along. I just thought you had healing pots\" *She would close her eyes and transmute. Again hee body glowing white as she stands out of the water stumbling clumsily for a minute then regaining balance on her legs* \"Ugh human leg.\""
}
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Elaith had received a notice from his mercenary force that there were bandits posted somewhere out in the Lymian wilderness. Presently, their crimes were petty: An instance of public disturbance, thievery, and multiple cases of highway robbery. The note relayed to Elaith told him of a certain patch they wore amongst themselves which distinguished members from ordinary folk; a small sketch was illustrated on the front which displayed it. It was something like a cross, yet with the lateral line elongated more than the vertical one. The two lines intersected at the center of the cross, which what seemed to be a gemstone placed neatly in the center of it. There were no colored indications on what the gemstone color was, but speculation was free to fill in that gap.*\n\n*The titan would arive somewhere along the outskirts of a town in Lymia, where it was said that the bandits' last robbery was set. From first glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. However, you would be able to notice a trail of smoke coming from somewhere north.*\n\nYou are the blue dot\n\nPing me when you reply"
},
{
"author": "thepaintrain_",
"message": "*Elaith sighed as his feet sunk into the dirt road beneath him. It had been a long time since his contact with his former employers, and he was pretty sure the one who roped him back into all of it was his boss' son, all grown up now. A shame they couldn't escape the life. Elaith made sure to keep a wary eye out- as all his race did- just in case. He wasn't exactly subtle with his appearance, so he's had to have been extra careful in the past. One to many close calls with a bolt close to the neck. \n\nGripping the bands that kept his massive, golden shield in place to tighten them, he trudged forwards, suddenly alerted by the smoke to the north. Where there was smoke, there was fire. Picking up the pace, he began his trek in earnest towards the signs of trouble. Or the middle of a bandit camp- who knew?*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Elaith, quickening his pace, hurried towards the scene of the fire. Branches of trees would shift out of his way as he journeyed towards the source, thunderous footsteps cushioned by the grass and undergrowth of the forest. It wasn't long before he found the source: a small camp centered around a single fire, with what remained of some meet hung in a spit over it. Behind the camp was a rather sizable tree, which overlooked a ragged tent pitched to the side of it. There was a man slouched against the tree, his facial features covered by a particularly odd hat. From what you could see, there were no injuries on the man's person; why, he seemed to just have been enjoying a nap after a meal!*\n\n*Just as you arrived, however, he began to stir. It seemed as if your presence awakened him. Groggily, he sat up from where he was from the tree, rubbing his eyes with his hands. When he looked your direction, you could tell they were a little bit bloodshot, though they widened in surprise because of your towering presence. The man seemed to be a middle-aged macen. His hair was overgrown - both his head hair and facial hair - and he reeked of the forest, though not just of pine - there was piss somewhere there as well. Realizing the sudden appearance of a guest, he god up and wiped down his clothes, which consisted of a crude overcoat and breeches. Dust wafted through the area for a moment before he spoke some words to you:*\n\n\"Ah, hello stranger!\" *He said through a toothless gape in his beard.* \"Er, you look like you're about to beatdown an entire army. You lost or something?\"\n\n*He finished, but you could tell there was a manic tone in his voice. His eyes flicked around his surroundings, his head turning to either side of him as he spoke. There was no telling why, but it was obvious that he was restless.*"
},
{
"author": "thepaintrain_",
"message": "*Elaith followed the elder gentlemen's eyes around the surroundings, taking note of the man's turning of the head as a way of potentially projecting sound farther than just towards himself. The Titan did not move for a moment, staring over the old man for any resemblance of the patch he had been informed about.* \n\n\"Yes. That's correct.\" *Elaith replied in earnest. Bringing his free hand up to plaster itself over his breastplate and heart.* \n\n\"I've been sent here to dispose of those who commit banditry in the area. It always leaves a bitter taste in my mouth when I split their heads open...\" *He trailed off, letting his hand fall with a powerful sigh- which coming out of a Titan's lungs was no joke.* \n\n\"So I'd hope to solve things by understanding why they commit such acts, and working towards a non-violent solution. But in my long life I've learned that those in deep often think they cannot climb back out. It leads to such... **Pointless** Violence.\" *Elaith emphasized, pulling his free, right arm back to stretch and exaggerate his size. It was better safe then sorry- he'd been stabbed in the back before- and this shifty older man was not presenting the best case for trust.* \n\n\"Those who harm must always be willing to accept that they themselves may be harmed...\" *Elaith nearly whispered to himself, before offering an uncharacteristically warm smile that did not seem to reach his eyes.* \n\n\"Wouldn't you agree?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Elaith's sigh would sweep the dirt about him, applying back the dirt the man had swept off just then. Irritated, but also slightly intimidated, he took a miniature jolt back, flattening himself against the tree. His eyes were terrified of the giant before him, so he held his hands up in surrender; it was clear he did not want a fight.*\n\n*Yet something was amiss. There was a shadowy mass, almost imperceptible, that seemed to hide behind the man's behind. Trying to discern it was akin to attempting to focus in on a floater in ones eye; wherever it seemed that you could grasp what it truly was, it became as confusing and hidden as it was previously. Though it seemed to become more and more congealed the longer he spoke, though. Finally, however, he arrived at the punctuating sentence: \"Would you agree?\" \n\nWith that harrowing smile, the illusion broke. For but a moment, the man's appearance shifted entirely. He was no longer a macen man, but a Silnarian woman with a mask covering everything aside from her eyes. Her hair was tied back in a mess, and she stared up at Elaith with a frenzied panic. Her arm held a scimitar in reverse grip in the exact place the black mass was from before, and her posture was poised to strike. She wasn't adorned heavily in armor; all that could count, really, was an ebony gambeson she wore around her chest. Though there could be some doubts of her affiliations, she wore a pendant around her neck; a pendant that almost matched the illustration the notice contained. It had a gleaming miniature emerald in it, and the cross itself was made out of gold; it was obvious why the bandits used these as identification now.\n\nA sharp gasp could be heard from the left, somewhere within the forest clearing. With this, she realized that her cover had been blown, though her own agility wasn't enough to save her from a strike from where she stood.*\n``` The Old Man's illusion wears off! Bandit 1 appears before you!\nBandit 2 is currently recovering from a break in concentration because of your sheer intimidation factor.\nYou may make an attack roll with a bonus. ```"
},
{
"author": "thepaintrain_",
"message": "*Elaith crinkled his eyes in disappointment as the illusion fell, and he could feel his heart begin to thump in his chest. Again, people who may have been of good stock- turned to ways of the craven. He would do his best to keep them... Alive. Perhaps they just needed a more-than-a-push scare from the life.\n\nUnslinging his helmet from the side, Elaith made sure the blank face of indifference fit snugly over himself as he brought his shield up, a single tear rolling down his left eye as he approached. Battle axe in hand, he raised it high- but swung low in a deliberate attempt to avoid cleaving her skull in two- perhaps catching the leg instead.*\n\n``` Action(s) done\nAttack: 29 to hit, 5 damage\nDefend: 26 Defense\nTempo: /\nFocus: 4/4```"
}
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The Silnari bandit ahead attempted to skirt up the tree, yet didn't have time to move her left leg out of the way of Elaith's strike. It looked like the attack was projected to aim just at the ankle, yet the bandit's foot slipped on the bark, causing her leg to slide down. When the strike connected, the battle axe cleaved her leg into two, severing it right below the knee joint. The elf's eyes went white in pain, causing them to completely topple from their stance and clutch their leg on the floor, letting loose wails of pain.*\n\n*From the left, you would be able to hear the sounds of the other bandit scrambling up from the floor. Out of the woods came a crossbow bolt, aimed blindly towards the general direction of the fight. It missed completely, shooting off towards the other side of the growth. One would think that a mage would use magic to fight, but then again, illusions weren't much of a weapon in pure combat.*\n``` Bandit 1 is incapacitated! Her left leg (From the knee down) is cut off and bleeding profusely! \nBandit 2 sends a crossbow bolt your way! It completely misses! ```"
},
{
"author": "thepaintrain_",
"message": "*Elaith watched as his axe cut through the elf's leg like butter... He was always surprised by his own strength- sometimes it even scared him. That said, if he ended this quickly enough, they might still live with proper attention. Maybe. He deliberately knelt down in front of her with his shield in the case of another bolt headed his way- the aim of the shooter was not exactly perfect- a stray shot could end up finishing the job...*\n\n\"If you've any words, say them quickly before I move on. A name after- and should you die- I will pass it to them.\" *He offered, contemplating his next action.*\n\n*Grunting, Elaith readied his shield again and left the screaming elf to her own fate. There was a more important matter to be dealt with first; Punishment. Moving forwards with his shield out front, he kept a watchful eye for any sort of movement that might be an enemy as he pushed forwards and breached the tree line.*\n\n``` Action(s) done\nAttack: N/A\nDefend: 17\nTempo:\nFocus: 4/4 ```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The Silnari was beginning to get used to the pain of her bleeding injury, so her screams became increasingly faint. It reached a point to where she stopped yelling, but seethed on the floor, quivering. As Elaith approached, she gave him a glare. To the Silnarian bandit, it was a sight to behold watching the towering figure use their shield to cover her against her own colleague's crossbow fire. She first mistook the gesture as Elaith moving in to finish her off, but soon found herself protected by him instead. It was puzzling, to say the least, yet she resolved through the mixture of fear and confusion to say one final thing before passing out in shock:*\n\n\"I've no words... For a brute like you. Yet I do for my beloved: Lena, I am... Sorry.\"\n\n*And with that, she ceased movement. She was still alive, though; just unconscious.*\n\n*Elaith, advancing slowly, would be able to make out the bare movements of an enemy just past the growth ahead of him. The movement was about 8 tiles away, at the very least; he would be able to hear the sound of a crossbow bolt cocking back, and another bolt flying his direction. Again, it misses.*\n``` Bandit 1 passes out. Bandit 2 fires another crossbow bolt towards Elaith. It misses entirely, even worse than the last time.```"
},
{
"author": "thepaintrain_",
"message": "*Clicking his tongue under his breath, Elaith gathered the bolt thrower was a bit to far to make in one stride. Putting his shield down to swing his arms while he ran- the great thumps of his armored boots echoed through the tree as he dashed forwards, hoping to catch the ranged attacker off guard with his speed. Like a bronze, rampaging bull he charged forwards, branches smashing and twigs crunching as his massive body lurched ahead.*\n\n``` Action(s) done\nAttack: (None, Dash 8 tiles directly to enemy.) \nDefend: 18 Defense\nTempo:\nFocus: 4/4```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As he ran straight through the clearing, Elaith would be able to see his attacker in full clarity. Though he was about 5 more tiles away than expected, he was a small macen man with a ratlike face. He was dressed in a drab, gray robe, patched together very poorly. He quivered at the sight of Elaith, pointing his crossbow at the man. The good thing was, he had a clear target now; in a last ditch effort to save himself, he fired another bolt at Elaith. It missed again, though.*\n``` Bandit 2 appears - he is 5 tiles away from Elaith. He fires another bolt at him, yet misses point-blank.```"
},
{
"author": "thepaintrain_",
"message": "*Grumbling something under his breath about bandits not being what they used to be- Elaith raised his shield again, moving forwards as only he could in a menacing march, axe raised above his head- and then brought it down- roaring in anguish at the unfortunate soul directly before him.* \n\n\"WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME DO THIS?!\" *He shouted, beginning to slightly quake with rage. A loved one lost, perhaps a father or brother... But this bandit had taken so much... If only there was a way to make things right, make everyone happy and in good soul again. However, Elaith was not so naive.*\n\n``` Action(s) done\nAttack: 20 to hit, 10 damage\nDefend: 30 defense. \nTempo:\nFocus: 4/4```"
}
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The Bandit, with a \"Hie!\" Of fear, tried to dodge the swing from the titan. However, the size of his weapon worked against him; it hindered his agility so much that it allowed Elaith to land a strike on him easily. The blade of the axe cleaved into his shoulder, causing him to crumple with force; somehow, he managed to stay alive as Elaith took the axe out, sobbing out the words:*\n\n\"I didn't make you do anything... I didn't...\" *He said amidst the pain.* \"You bastard... A thousand curses... On your family...\"\n\n*He stopped, gasping for air.*\n\n\"Fuck... You.\" \n``` Bandit 2 is hit with the axe! HP: 11/21 ```"
},
{
"author": "thepaintrain_",
"message": "*Elaith frowned, this bandit was unusually sturdy compared to the last one. Perhaps it was simply due to a difference in fortitude between the two races. He did not know, only that it annoyed him. He must end this quick.* \n\n\"You should have chosen another path. If you don't die here, perhaps the correct path can still be taken.\" *Elaith informed, pausing for a brief moment before his next strike.* \n\n\"If you have family at home, you should have done better. Gods know I learned that lesson long ago...\" *He trailed off, his rage subsided for the moment as his axe brought itself down once more- an emotionless and grim determination behind the chop.*\n\n``` Action(s) done\nAttack: 21 to hit, 7 damage\nDefend: 15 defense. \nTempo:\nFocus: 4/4```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*With another strike, the man went down. With a final \"Guh\" Of pain, he was completely incapacitated. As he fell to the floor, Elaith would be able to take notice of the second pendant wrapped around his wrist like a bracelet. This one looked almost the same, yet the material was comprised mostly of a silver look, with the centerpiece gem being a ruby. Other than that, it looked identical to the one the other carried.*\n``` Bandit 2 is incapacitated. 4/21 HP. He passes out due to the shock of pain. \nEncounter complete. \n30 XP rewarded. \nSilver will be rewarded upon returning the pendants... Or if you sell them. ```"
},
{
"author": "thepaintrain_",
"message": "*Elaith knelt down, removing the pendant as he pondered what to do with it. It looks like it could be worth something... But he didn't think he would be paid otherwise. Sighing, he pocketed it, and grabbed the bandit by the leg, dragging him back towards the other incapacitated foe. He would try to get both of them at least some medical attention if possible, and then perhaps a jail cell next.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*A while later, Elaith would hand over both of the bandits to the local militia at an outpost. He would also return the pendants, to which those who saw it stared at both of them in surprise; turns out, those were the property of the local lord in the area. They were family heirlooms, named the \"Twin Crosses-\" Very original. One of the guards had exclaimed that any one of them could have gone for an insane price on the black market, perhaps upwards of ten thousand silver pieces for each one. A certain amount of respect was due to Elaith for having returned both of them, but there was also a much more tangible reward in store for the titan: 1500 silver pieces. With that, Elaith could depart the place, a sizable amount richer than he was before.*\n``` Quest complete. 1500 silver pieces rewarded to Elaith. ```"
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Her boots trudged through the white sheets of ice as she made her way through the forest, snow crunching with every step she made. They were the only real barrier between her and the cold, but after ages of walking, she couldn't even feel anything anymore. It wasn't long ago that the Canifor had decided it would be best to find a more dependable shelter for the winter, having left the inn behind to follow Addie to the place she spoke of. Juna had hoped she would have been able to beat the snow, but luck didn't seem to be on her side as she found herself crossing her arms to contain what warmth she had. She was at least grateful for the meal and clothing before she left, but as time gnawed on, she began to wonder how much further was left to go. \n\nShe couldn't imagine spending any more nights out here especially with it getting colder. Juna only hoped that they'd be alright for the Winter. At least Jace seemed to be having fun, bounding from one snow pile to another in a more puppyish way than she's seen him in ages. It warmed her heart and for that she felt the ability to continue.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "*Addy could tell that Juna was becoming more tired and cold as time went on so she decided to reassure her that they were to likely reach her home by nightfall. She also knew that if she started a conversation, Juna would have something else to distract her. Little Azura was content riding in Addy's backpack as she for sure would have gotten lost in the snow had Addy decided to let her walk on her own* \"So... What's your favourite dish?\" *She decided to ask, so that she could cook her that dish when they reached her home*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Hm? Oh-\"*Being caught up in the rhythm of them walking, Juna didn't realize Adeliza was talking to her.*\"Well... I'm not too picky really.\"*She began, pondering over the fact that she would be fine with eating just about anything now. It made her think to bears with their sudden gluttony before hibernation. Part of her could see contentment in it if it meant she that she could skip over the winter with a full stomach.*\"Steak is pretty nice...\"*She commented, thinking to the bit of meat she always savored especially with the proper seasonings that she often lacked with her meals. Juna was no chef, but she could see why people preferred the extra flavor.*\"I typically like Venison when I'm out hunting though.\""
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Well luckily for you, I've got lots of those at home since my boyfriend typically likes those meats grilled with lots of seasoning\" *She would say as she smiled at Juna and then took out two pieces of jerky for Jace and Azura. She would dangle one of the pieces behind her head for Azura which she would happily eat. She would then look at Jace* \"Hey Jace~! Look what I've got~!\" *She would say as she got ready to throw it and once he noticed it she would say* \"Go get it!\" *She would then throw it out in front of them so that he could go get it*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna wondered if Addie's boyfriend was like that of stereotype. Maybe a type of beastkin or just simply someone who favored meats. Seeing the jerky being thrown off, Jace had quickly dashed off in search of the free treat. Juna gave an amused shake of her head.*\"He's definitely going to get fat this winter...\"*She said with a laugh before turning to gaze back at Adeliza.*\"Are you sure you're boyfriend is okay with both of us staying over for the winter...?\""
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "*She would giggle at Juna's comment about Jace and at Jace's cute behaviour* \"Yes don't worry he'll be perfectly fine with it! We have a spare room anyways and besides, I won't be bothering him as much anymore since now I'll have you\" *She would say as she smiled at her*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*She'd give a tilt of her head at the comment. Juna supposed Adeliza has brought up her boyfriend typically being on his travels, though didn't couples typically occupy themselves with each other? The Canifor knew little of love, but even then it still confused her.*\"Is he usually busy?\"*She questioned. Juna could understand a person not wanting to travel in this weather. She didn't either and she was used to sleeping outside, not that being cooped up inside sounded particularly better to her but she was limited in choices at this point.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Well typically during the warmer months, he goes to distant cities to trade and during the fall season, he goes to nearby villages but he typically likes to stay home during the winter season. Normally, we spend a lot of time together but I feel that I'm not always able to give him alone time since everyone needs that too\" *She would say hesitantly as she always had an insecurity about her regarding this matter*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna gave a flick of her tail in response, seeing some reason behind her not wanting to bother her boyfriend during the time he was at home.*\"Well what do you usually do?\"*She asked curiously. From the sound of it, it didn't seem like Addie had much else to do staying in the house without wanting to disturb her boyfriend. Perhaps she simply made more clothing. Juna didn't understand it, but maybe there was something nice about the busying task.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well I sketch new designs, sometimes I actually turn those designs into real clothes, sometimes I go to the village and play with the children there, sometimes I'll go swimming or I'll just sit under a tree and read\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Have you ever played in the snow?\"*She asked, glancing up as her Jackal would gradually make his way back to them. One good thing about winter, the snow always seemed to make him look brand new with his dirtied coat easily washed away by the frozen water. His tongue hung out as he continued sniffing around Addie for more potential treats, his nose dwindling near her bag.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would giggle at Jace's cute behaviour and instantly took another few pieces of jerky out of her bag before throwing them all out in front of them* \"I have had a snowball fight or two but I do really want to make a snow sculpture\" *She would say as she looked up at the sky to see the beautiful snowflakes falling slowly down around them*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*With Jace licking up the treats, Juna would make a quiet click of her tongue for him to return back to her side. Giving him a pat on the head, she'd gaze up at the small flakes of snow falling down atop her head. She never really liked the weather that winter brought, but even then it could hold some beauty to it.*\"You can... Make sculptures out of snow?\"*She asked with a tone suggesting surprise. It was true that the Canifor never really did want much to do with Winter, but only now has she considered the things there were to do outside besides jumping into the snow and returning half frozen after.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Yea I'm sure you can! Here, let me show you\" *She would say as she gathered a bunch of snow into a snowball and threw it at the tree* \"Just like you can make snowballs, you can make bigger sculptures\" *She would say as she bent down on the ground and made a small blob that was starting to look like a wolf pup. Surely with more time, it could look really good but she just wanted to show Juna what she meant*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*She cocked her head to the side as she watched Addy, a look of uncertainty crossing her gaze.*\"Aren't your hands getting cold?\"*Maybe Juna simply hasn't had as much wintry fun as Addy, mostly spending her time outside trying to hunt against the elements.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well a little but I'll be fine\" *She would say as she stood up and turned to face Juna with a smile*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna looked between Addy and the snow, stooping down to pick up a small handful of the white substance.*\"It's... Not so bad actually...\"*She commented, feeling the growing pains of the cold, though not finding it hard to hold nevertheless. Juna decided to toss the snow at a tree, it not traveling as far.*\"Like that?\"*She asked, looking back at Addy.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Kind of\" *She would say as she picked up a small pile of snow and placed it in Juna's hands. Then, placing her hands on top of Juna's, she would guide Juna's hands in forming the lump of snow into a ball* \"Now try\" *She would say with a smile*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna gazed at the ball of snow, rearing her arm back as she would throw it at the tree and cause the snowball to completely fall apart upon impact. She couldn't help the excitable wag of her tail at the sight of it.*\"It's... Kind of fun actually-\"*Juna said with a laugh.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Well it's even more when you throw them at each other in a playful way however we aren't exactly dressed for that but we should definitely partner up against my boyfriend\" *She would say with a bit of a giggle*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Internally, Juna wondered if it would hurt to be hit by the small bits of ice and snow. Perhaps she shouldn't be quick to assume with Addy's enthusiasm towards it. At least it was something to look forward to.*\"Heh, I guess you're right...\"*Gazing around, Juna decided to take a look at her surroundings as she found herself wondering just how far they've traveled.*\"Do you know how much further it is until we get there?\""
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"I think another couple of hours and we shall be there\" *She would say with a smile as she began to recognize their surroundings* \"Would you like to rest or have a snack?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"No no- I'm fine really...\"*She said, bringing her arms to cross them so as to generate more warmth with the aftermath of the cold snow she had touched before.*\"We should keep going... Wouldn't want it to get late again and still be caught in the cold.\"*While it didn't seem like night wasn't coming anytime soon, Juna didn't like the idea of dwindling too long outside without any guaranteed shelter close by.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Yea that's a fair point\" *She would say as she began walking again* \"Once we get there, I'll make us some hot cocoa and we can sit in front of the fireplace. How does that sound?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"It sounds... Nice...\"*She said with a smile, trying to picture herself sitting within the warmth. It got rid of the worst of the cold and at least now she had something to look forward to. She allowed silence to ensue as she would continue walking along the trail with Jace at her side.*\"Thanks again for... Letting me stay with you guys... I know... We haven't really known each that long and... Well... I...Didn't want to ask too much from you guys...\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"You're most welcome! To be honest, I consider you a sister more so than a friend now\" *She would say as she smiled at Juna* \"I can't wait to spend more time with you!\""
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"A sister?\"*She asked, pondering over the statement. The Canifor had never had a sister before or at least she didn't think she did. Being raised on her own, it made her wonder what that was like and in thinking of it, her tail couldn't help but wag involuntarily. What from? Juna was never sure, it just seemed to its own thing most of the time.*\"I've... Never had a sister before-\"*She said. Her ears lowered shyly, but it was only a counter to the half smile on her face.*\"I can't wait to spend more time with you too...\"*She said before letting out a shortened laugh.*\"Maybe you can show me what's so fun about throwing snow at people-\""
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Neither have I but I'm glad that you'll be my first\" *She would say as she linked her arm with Juna's, giggling at Juna's comment about throwing snow at people* \"Well it can definitely be fun however you want to avoid the face since no one wants to get ice in their eyes\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"I'll try to keep that in mind-\"*She said, making a mental note to herself to remember it later. Juna continued onwards, for a moment finding herself able to forget about the snow and cold it brought with newfound interest in the things to do with it. Of course it didn't last, but the Canifor could still appreciate it for the time being.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Sounds good\" *Addy would enjoy Juna's company for the rest of the journey to her home and she looked forward to the moment when she would get to see her boyfriend again since it had been quite a few months since they last spent time together*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "Also do you want to do the skip to the house in your post since you can describe the house and all"
}
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{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "*Katya entered the tavern in a small mountain village, somewhere in Lymia. She was told about a monster, lurking somewhere near in the mountains and the locals would pay for getting rid of it - at least that's what they said they would do. Katya didn't survive this long by being trustful. She sat by one of the tables in the corner and talked with a villager that told her about the monster. Several minutes later, the conversation was over.*\n\"Fuck.\" *She muttered to herself. Nobody knew what the monster looks like or where does it exactly live. That's it for the job being quick and easy. Her thoughts were interrupted by someone else entering the inn. He didn't look like any of the locals. Katya put the hood on, not to attract any unwanted attention and looked at the person who entered.*"
},
{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "Byleth in few moments appeared on the tavern's scene, armed with his lute and voice. The crowd in the tavern gave a short round of applause - a token of respect for minstrels who travelled far to this village. **\"Greetings, greetings to all!\"** - he did a low bow with his legs crossed, then straightened his back, put his playing hand on lute and loudly announced **\"The folk song 'Three Ravens', performed by yours truly.\"**, - another short round of applause followed. He coughed few times, and started calm lute song and sung:\n*\"There were three ravens sat on a tree,\nDown a down, hey down, hey down.\nThey were as black as black might be,\nWith a down.\nThe one of them said to his mate,\nWhere shall we our breakfast take?\nWith a down, derrie, derrie, derrie, down, down.\n\nOh, down in yonder green field,\nDown a down, hey down, hey down.\nThere lies a Knight slain under his shield,\nWith a down.\nHis hounds they lie down at his feet,\nSo well they do their Master keep,\nWith a down, derrie, derrie, derrie, down, down.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "*She sighed with relief. It was just a traveling bard - no need to worry. Although... Something about this bard felt familiar. As if Katya knew him. She looked at the bard, closely. And then she finally recognised him - this bard was the guardsman whom she helped to escape from thugs in a city, months ago. She couldn't remember his name, but one thing she was certain of - he can fight. And someone she could trust is what she needed right now - going alone to fight an unknown monster was basically a suicide. So Katya payed attention to the song, waiting for when the bard finishes.*"
},
{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "*\"His Hawks they fly so eagerly,\nDown a down, hey down, hey down.\nThere is no fowl dare nie him come,\nWith a down.\nOh, down there comes a fallow Doe,\nAs great with young as she might go,\nWith a down, derrie, derrie, derrie, down, down.\n\nShe lifted up his wounded head,\nDown a down, hey down, hey down.\nAnd kissed the wounds that were so red,\nWith a down.\nShe got him up upon her back,\nCarried him to earthen lake,\nWith a down, derrie, derrie, derrie, down, down.\n\nShe buried him before the prime,\nDown a down, hey down, hey down.\nAnd was dead her self ere even-song time,\nWith a down.\nGod send to every gentleman,\nSuch hawks, such hounds, and such a Leman.\nWith a down, derrie, derrie, derrie, down, down.\"*\n\nByleth finished the song and basked in momentary light of glory - applause echoed across the tavern, and then slowly stopped. He put away his tavern, grabbed his money pouch, opened it and extended it to crowd. Few folks dropped some coins into his pouch, eventually totaling to 290 coppers. Finally some money, he has been on total 0 for quite a while (hey those are my starting money so it is legal, probably). He tied his pouch and stuffed it into his belt's front compartment. Minstrel grabbed his lute, stepped down from the stage, took a seat behind the innkeeper's counter and passed something to him before proceeding to sit and contemplate something."
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "*As the bard finished the song and stepped off the stage, Katya stood up. She walked over to the counter and sat by the bard.*\n\"It's been a while.\" *She said, taking off the hood. She hoped the bard still remembers that Katya saved his life back then - and she also hoped she didn't make a mistake and it is this bard. So the witcher waited for any kind of response.*"
},
{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "Traveler almost instantly recognized Katya - after all how could he forget someone who saved his life?\n**\"Kept me waiting, huh?\"** - he smiled a bit and passed few slices of dried apple to her. **\"Katherine, right? Or was it Ekaterina?\"** - his brown eyes squinted and ran their gaze between her hair - it was Katya, no mistake, but what was her full name, again?"
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "\"Katya. Just Katya. And your name was...?\" *She asked, meanwhile she also picked one of the dried apple pieces and ate it.* \n\"Sorry for not remembering but, well, haven't seen you for months.\" *She waited for the man to introduce himself so she can explain the situation with the monster.*"
},
{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "**\"Months? It has been 2 years, in fact! Well, I am Byleth, been making living as traveling bard - minstrel, learned the bardic art from cold-blooded magnificent bastard back at Adotuge. What about you? I am sure many grand things happened to you while we were apart.\"**, - Byleth then chowed on some of his raisins."
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "\"Nothing much. I've been killing monsters. And that's actually what brings me here. The locals speak of a monster in the mountains, but that's about everything I know about it.\" *She stopped speaking for a few minutes, then continued.*\n\"I've seen you fight. You'd make for a good companion on the quest. Going there alone would be suicide, I need someone I can... Well, more or less, trust. What do you say?\""
},
{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "**\"Alas, I am not quite a fighter - my training as city guard doesn't amount to any proper military training or combat experience, my spear and bow can only do so much in my hands. But I suspect you are desperate for an ally if so far you found none, so I guess now it is up to me. Don't worry about me stabbing my own eye out - I am unskilled, not incompetent, at least I think so.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "\"Well, I can trust you, and that's important. I don't want to be backstabbed in the middle of a fight.\" *She smiled slightly.* \"Just one thing. You talk too much, you're going to do something about it.\" *She didn't really like the idea of being helped but she didn't want to die, either - and that's what would happen if she attacked the monster on her own.*"
},
{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "**\"If the art is mirror of soul, then words are reflection of soul. But if silence is what you want, then I can provide to the best of my ability.\"**, - he did a short nod, then continued: **\"Let me gear up, I left most of my equipment in a stash. Wanna help me out with digging it out?\"**"
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "\"See? You speak too much.\" *She sighed, but with a slight smile. Then she stood up.* \"Where did you leave your equipment?\" *She asked, going towards the tavern door. Katya was glad she came along Byleth - not only did she have someone she could trust, but also the bard's friendly attitude also affected her.*"
},
{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "Byleth nodded, stood up after Katya and followed her behind until the tavern door, then outpaced her, opened the door and led her all way to the village's outskirt - a lonely goats herder's house. He stopped at some kind of snow mound and started to rapidly dig away with his hands."
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "\"That's a lot of effort to hide some gear. You couldn't carry it with you? After all, what would a potential thief do with it in this secluded village?\" *The steps Byleth took to secure his equipment were impressive, although a bit pointless. After all, as Katya noticed, who would steal it here? Well, extra caution hasn't killed anyone yet... Katya stood there and watched the bard dig out his gear.*"
},
{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "He finally dug out his metal and damn, he was really packing! Yew shortbow, quiver, arrow, caltrops, belt with sheath for short blade and holster for mace, winged spear, linden wood rimmed heater (stereotypical knight shape) shield, short mace with steel handle, shortsword, rondel dagger, knife, big leather backpack, manacles & shackles, rope and armor.\nFirst of all, he was protected by dark grey-colored aketon with sleeves up to wrists and hemline just a bit below knees. On his feet pair of leather boots which extend up to knees, each has small sheath for knife/dagger-sized blade. His hands were covered by leather gloves studded with some kind of metal - for extra punching power. His upper legs and thighs are protected by steel plate faulds and tassets which are attached over gambeson as part of almain rivet armor. Combined chestplate and backplate adjusted by slim leather belt covered his torso while riveting steel plates covered his shoulders and upper arms, just barely reaching elbows. His head was first covered by linen coif/wrapping, then by mail coif extending down below shoulders (thus protecting neck as well) and topped with burgonet helmet with visor.\n**\"Almain rivet. Hardened wrought iron. Not exactly the top quality, but it protects well and it is really cheap compared to many other options.\"**, - he looked more like a soldier or a mercenary than bard, or heck, even a discount knight!"
}
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{
"author": "Juliana",
"message": "*Juliana walked around the tables holding a tray of pint beers too the customers sitting around the tavern, it was a busy shift today only two hours in and she was drained, she placed deers down and smiled at the men sitting* \"Sorry for the wait its only three of us today\" *She said loudly so she could her herself amongst the chatter and laughter*"
},
{
"author": "bebeduckezra",
"message": "Cynthia slithers, literally, inside. She had a bit of time to travel away from her now home, and looked forward to just being out and about. She didn't travel near as much as she'd hoped since leaving home after all.\n\nThe tavern was crowded and she moved slower than usual trying to find a table, and when she does she wraps her tail around the table legs, looking around. She sort of waved, then held her hand up like she's in class waiting for service with a small smile."
},
{
"author": "Juliana",
"message": "*Juliana hurried along picking up empty glasses and placing them on her tray as she moved through the tables, she noticed Cynthia with her hand up she nodded to her smiling* \"Ill be right back!\" *She said hurrying the the back room and putting the glasses off her tray and putting the tray on the side and walking back out and over to cythina's table* \"What can i get for you today?\" *She said with a smile*"
},
{
"author": "bebeduckezra",
"message": "Cynthia smiled and lowered her hand upon being noticed rather than fussing or keeping it up. No sense being rude really right? \"Uhm,\" She smiled when Juliana returned. \"Could I have a bowl of stew and a brew please?\" The Naga was positioned as comfortably as possible where she was, tail tight around the table to keep it from being trodden on."
},
{
"author": "Juliana",
"message": "*Juliana nodded as she wrote the order down on her notepad, looking down juliana noticed her tail, she didn't notice as she walked past the first time. She needs to slow it down a little she thought to herself. \"Of course anything else?\""
},
{
"author": "bebeduckezra",
"message": "\"Just I suppose, does this place do boarding?\" She asked, smiling. \"And do you need help at all? Seems uh... Well, pretty busy here right now.\" She says, glancing at the people pretty much all over."
},
{
"author": "Juliana",
"message": "\"Yes we do have rooms available. And yeah it's very busy today but we'll manage like we always do! You can just relax listen to the chatter and music while i get your order in\" *She said with a bright smile keeping her notepad out and ripping the page and passing it to the chef and she head behind the bar to make the brew*"
},
{
"author": "bebeduckezra",
"message": "\"Alright! If you're sure,\" She called after, looking at the masses. Geeze it was loud but at least folks were having fun. Smiling she leans back, humming to herself and letting her tail twitch back and forth on itself."
},
{
"author": "Juliana",
"message": "*Juliana finishes making the brew and some other drink orders for other tables she takes a wooden tray and walks over to cynthia's table and places her drink onto the table* \"Your stew will be finished shortly\" *She smiled hurrying on to the other customers and serving them there drinks aswell*"
},
{
"author": "bebeduckezra",
"message": "\"Thank you!\" She calls just loud enough to carry over the din of the room. She picks up the cup to drink, pausing to examine the flavor as she sits there. Being a brewer herself she always liked learning what she could from different areas and their crafts. Work was never done really."
},
{
"author": "Juliana",
"message": "*Juliana walked back thought the tables to the bar putting her tray down before going into the kitchen to get the stew and some fresh buttered bread for another table, she carried both in each hand and walked backwards out the kitchen using her back to open the door for herself, she smiled placing the stew infront of cynthia and placing a spoon and fork next to the bowl* \"Enjoy! Do you need anything else?\""
}
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{
"author": "Juliana",
"message": "*She giggled looking down then back up at cynthia* \"I'll definitely let you know if your assistance is needed\" *She said half joking* \"Oh! I'm glad you like it it's uhh.. My friends recipe\" *Juliana looked uncomfortable as she walked off and handed the freshly buttered bread to a table across the inn*"
},
{
"author": "bebeduckezra",
"message": "\"Just lemme know,\" She says with cheer though lets the girl get back to work. Hopefully it'd not be too bad of a day. Sitting back she takes in her surroundings and the people. Again she found herself fascinated by some card game. Maybe she'd give it a go next."
},
{
"author": "Juliana",
"message": "*Juliana headed back to the bar and took over for her coworker who was now going to serve foods, she began making peoples drinks as the orders came in, it was mainly beers and other alcoholic beverages*"
},
{
"author": "bebeduckezra",
"message": "Cynthia eventually, upon finishing her drink, turned to join in the card game with some light coin wagered. It wasn't a *Whole* Lot, but it was just for fun anyway so who cared? She smiled as she got into it, learning the rules and ideas behind it all."
}
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{
"author": "Juliana",
"message": "Juliana served more drinks to the customers that came and sat at the bar occasionally heading into the kitchen to check on things, she watched cynthia play the card game with the other customers as she filled more glasses with beer and other drinks*"
},
{
"author": "bebeduckezra",
"message": "She was losing a bit, but with good humor. Chuckling by the end of two rounds of cards she finished her remaining food and rose. It was really about time to get back to traveling. She did offer the worker a wave, smiling as she picked her bag back up to head on up to pay for a room to stay in. Time for a rest. Then time to head on home really."
},
{
"author": "Juliana",
"message": "*Juliana smiled back and gave a small wave then de went back to serving beers, it was getting crowded around the bar, and the tables closest were now just extra bar space as everyone stood around drinking and chatting*"
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Through the dense foliage of the wilderness, a clump ferns found themselves being disturbed by the snout of an overly curious Jackal. He sniffed around the area in search of potential company though upon finding nothing of interest he let out a huff of disappointment. Not far away, Juna was making her way through the forest, occasionally finding herself having to look back to make sure her Jackal didn't wander too far.*\"Stay close Jace...\"*She said, knowing full well the Jackal probably didn't understand her. However, sure enough after his short exploration, Jace would find himself gradually returning to his owner's side. \n\nIt had only been a week or two since Juna had decided to stay in Lymia for the sake of waiting on Eggbert to hatch and since then she had been trying her best to get used to this new forest. The Canifor tried to stay away from the borderline that was the mansion she had come across before, deciding to try out a new forest on another side of Pepor. So far luck hadn't really been are her side, finding it hard to find and catch prey in the new environment. \n\nThat didn't keep Juna too down though. At least Jace seemed to be enjoying himself with the new change of pace. So for now, she simply decide to enjoy the walk just like Adeliza when the two first encountered each other.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The weather had recently begun to start getting colder and colder as it appeared winter was coming very soon, and each night became more and more of a risk to sleep through without warmth. But as juna searched for something or someone to talk too for awhile, or some prey to eat. She instead found a woman sitting by a firepit cooking a rabbit, beside her stood a large 8ft tall horse with a mane that was ijcredibly long covering its face for the most part. It appeared to be whispering something to woman who was cooking the rabbit.*"
},
{
"author": "Edith Lucia Ardentine",
"message": "*Edith had been traveling all day long down this pathway and decided to set up camp since it was beginning to get dark, she had managed to catch a rabbit not long ago. She had also found a near by river and fire wood, but the campsite itself was quite far from the riverside as to avoid encounters with the wildlife that also needed a drink.\n\nAs she sat there by the fire cooking her rabbit she tried to pat her horses head, but the horse didnt really seem to react. She felt a bit lonely out here but she knew it was probably for the best no one else got caught outside at night.*"
},
{
"author": "The Pale Horse",
"message": "*As edith sat next to the fire, right beaide her was a rather large horse towering above her. Its head drooped down beside edith its long mane threatening to catch fire at any second from the heat of the fire pit. Its appearance was ghastly its greyish white eyes looked dead, its hide appeared rotten and dirty yet somehow still pure white. Its hooves were cracked and breaking like they hadnt been taken care of ever, this horse looked more dead than alive. \n\nIt started whispering in ediths ear telling her something.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna gently crossed her arms as she continued walking, trying to sustain her own warmth as the chill of the night began to reach her. She knew it would be best to try to set up camp somewhere, but she knew little of these woods to feel safe enough.*\"Maybe we... Should head back soon Jace...\"*She whispered. The Canifor figured her best bet would be to make her way back to the Capitol where there remained promise of a Tavern at the very least.\n\nIn the distance, the flickering light of a fire crossed her sight as it seemed to stand like a beacon against the night.*\"Light...?\"*She whispered.*\"Someone must be camping here...\"*Juna wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing or not especially with her last questionable encounter out in the Lymia's woods. Though of course that didn't seem to phase Jace one bit as he continued pacing towards it.*\"Jace no-\"*She quickly said, following after him.\n\nSeeing his owner coming with, the Jackal seemed to find more purpose in continuing onward, soon coming to the edge of the camp to which Juna would finally grab the Jackal and hold him in place from where they stood in the underbrush just beyond the campsite.\n\nJuna held her breath for a moment, not trying to make her presence known to whoever it was they were invading. Jace had finally settled down, lowering himself as if it were another scout session of theirs to which Juna would just have to accept it for now. She looked over towards the makeup of the camp, focusing on first the rabbit that was cooking before eventually shifting to the woman that sat nearby with her horse. A horse. Of course it was a horse and a rather large one at best. Juna could feel herself tensing up with uneasiness, finding exasperation in their situation.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*As juna and her jackel sat there observing the woman and the horse they felt a gust of wind roll through, the fire flickered and danced around and sometimes threatened to go out. But with the constant stream of twigs and brush being fed to it, it didn't. The underbrush the two hid in provided good wind protection so they didnt feel it as much but that wouldnt last through the winter once the leafs had fallen.*"
},
{
"author": "Edith Lucia Ardentine",
"message": "*Edith had run out of brush and twigs to toss into the fire and so they stood up and walked over to the edge of the campsite to gather some twigs, sticks, and leafs. But luckily for juna and the jackal her nightvision had been severely hindered from staring at the firepit, and with the cover they had in the shadows they remained unseen, but they did get a good look at the woman. They saw that her equipment was shabby rusted and quite a bit damaged, any self respecting warrior wouldnt let their equipment fall into such disrepair. Her eyes had dark rings under them almost as if she hadnt had a good sleep in months, maybe longer. After gathering the brush and twigs she returned to the fire tossing some into it as they kept waiting for the rabbit to finish cooking.*"
},
{
"author": "The Pale Horse",
"message": "*The horse leaned its head right next to ediths as it began to speak in a deep and unnerving voice, while whispering its mouth looked unnatural. A horses mouth wasnt meant to make these movements and sounds and yet it did.*\n\n\"You must rest child.. The cold bite of the night will claim your hands and feet if you do not rest, be mindful of this fact child...\"\n\n*With those words it backed away and just stood still observing edith and the rabbit, it wasnt clear if it wanted to eat the rabbit or if it enjoyed the smell..*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna stared at the two, transfixed for the moment almost as if she was seeing something she wasn't supposed to with the horse seemingly speaking to the woman. Her ears flicked at its words, soon dropping her gaze away from them and slowly letting go of Jace.*\"Let's head back-\"*She quickly said. With Jace feeling the release of his owner, the Jackal took it as a sign to move forward which he would do exactly that as he darted out into the middle of the camp.*\n\n\"Jace-!\"*She yelled after him. The Jackal turned to the woman, letting out a bark of warning at her as if trying to ward them off for some reason. Juna quickly bursted out of the underbrush after him. The last thing she'd want is for the lady or even horse to react to him with whatever weapon they had of their own.*"
},
{
"author": "Edith Lucia Ardentine",
"message": "*As the jackal jumped out of the brush edith heard the leafs rustle and the sound of running, and before the jackal had even made it a meter towards her and the horse she had already stood up and had her sword drawn, ready to fend off whatever animal as about to attack them. \n\nBut upon seeing it stop to bark at her she lowered her weapon now no longer willing to kill it, the way it acted suggested it was a pet that may just be hungry. But as she was gettibg ready to break off some rabbit meat for it, she heard juna yelling for the jackal from behind her. So she just cut the rabbit in half, the rabbit only had about half of it cooked anyways so she figured she should show her company some hospitality.\n\nShe turned around with half of a cooked rabbit in her right hand and a shield in her left, sure she was friendly and wouldn't hesitate to offer help to strangers. But that didnt mean she would take the risk of being attacked without some kind of defence.*\n\n\"Um. Excuse me, would you like some food?\""
},
{
"author": "The Pale Horse",
"message": "*The horse stood still observing the situation unfolding before them, it didn't seemed bothered by the jackal or the girl that followed behind it. It simply watched how edith reacted judging her speed how she handled the campsite invaders, and judging how she spoke.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The night had set in and it was cold, but when juna came into the campsite she felt the heat of the fire, it was very inviting. And the aroma of cooked rabbit wafted around the camp, a smell that was good enough to wake up anyones appetite esspecially to someone who hasnt eaten in days.. And with someone offering them some food and warmth it seemed to be a pretty good offer.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Hurriedly following after the Jackal, Juna found herself having to come to a quick stop as her Jackal suddenly stood before the woman. She froze for the moment while trying to process the sudden question.*\"Food?\"*She repeated in an almost dumbfounded tone at the offer. Her Jackal meanwhile would look up at Edith, completely disregarding everything else around him as he focused on the meat she was holding, letting out a bark in demand for it.\n\nAfter a quick pause, Juna quickly shook her head. Between the rush to get her loud Jackal and the uncanniness of the horse nearby, she found it almost hard to focus on what she said.*\n\n\"I- no... I mean, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to invade your camp-\"*She tried to get out, finding herself stumbling a bit on her words as she tried to not off as rude.*\"You... You don't need to give us food, I know... Obtaining it was probably hard out here...\"*There was a slight thought in the back at Juna's mind that maybe Edith wasn't struggling to find prey as much as she was with the potential of her being more accustomed to it, but didn't feel right to simply take the food from her without any contribution to it. Especially with winter nearing. Prey could only become scarcer.*\"My Jackal just... Listens to himself more than... Me...\""
},
{
"author": "Edith Lucia Ardentine",
"message": "*Edith set her shield down beside the firepit and began to walk over to juna, she handed her the roasted rabbit meat for her to split between her and the jackal. She then spoke in a somewhat quiet and polite tone.*\n\n\"No no. Its fine really, trust me theres plenty of things to eat out here besides meat and i didnt give you all of the rabbit.\"\n\n*She paused for a moment as she backed up worried that she may have come off as rude for approaching her and giving her the rabbit without any prompt. She then took a seat beside the fire and looked over at juna.*\n\n\"I know we just met and you may not really trust me but you are welcome to stay here for the night, it gets very cold in the dark and it may be hard to start a fire without any light.\""
},
{
"author": "The Pale Horse",
"message": "*The horse approached the fire and took a bite out of the rabbit which was cooking on a stick, it didn't really need to eat but it enjoyed the feeling of chewing and the flavor. Although to anyone seeing this towering horse eating meet, it may come off as somewhat horrifying, as a herbivore eating meat is a very strange thing to witness.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The rabbit meat that juna was handed was still very warm, not enough to cause her hands any pain but they would make her hands warm. The fire was crackling as it burned the twigs and brush tossed inside, some embers floating up into the air only to stop glowing and descend back down to the ground moments later. The crickets chirping filled the night time air around them, the sound often made people tired as it happened when most people were going to sleep, so it just became associated with it. The shadows of the horse and edith danced along the trees behind them as the fire flickered.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Yeah... Yeah you're right...\"*Juna would say quietly in agreement to her. Winter was coming soon and Juna had yet to find a way to prepare for it in this unknown terrain. She hoped Eggbert would be okay with the incoming winter at least, but as for her and Jace, maybe traveling through the forest won't be such a great idea.*\"Thank you...\"*She whispered with part of the rabbit sat securely in her hands. Jace looked up at her, hopping up on his hind legs as he let out a bark to get her attention.\n\nGiving the Jackal a pat on his head, she would offer the rabbit down to her Jackal. In response he had quickly clamped his jaws down on it, dragging away the entire thing though Juna was alright with that. Her gaze flitted over towards the horse, watching it eat the rabbit.*\n\n\"Um... Do horses usually eat meat...?\"*Of course Juna was not expert on horses, far from it actually. However, Juna could not help but fail to recall ever a time where horse's had eaten meat. Usually it was grass and other plants, right?*"
},
{
"author": "Edith Lucia Ardentine",
"message": "*Edith looked at the horse who had taken a bite from the rabbit, she had seen the horse eat meat before but it never seemed to have a need to eat, it just ate what it thought tasted good. But juna was right horses didnt typically eat meat so she turned to her and said.*\n\n\"This horse is not exactly normal, its-\"\n\n*Thats as far as she got before the horse turned around and attempted to kick her with his hind legs, its speed and power clearly would have been enough to shattered her bones if it connected. But edith managed to dodge and roll out of the way before being kicked. Edith stared at the horse seemingly a bit annoyed before continuing.*\n\n\"It's not normal, it's a dire horse from what it says. Its some kind of rare breed of horse i think.. And it tends to eat meat and whatever tastes good.\"\n\n*She sat back down by the fire taking the cooked rabbit that remained and splitting it in half offering juna a piece, it was half a quarter of the rabbit that was left. But it seemed she wanted to make sure juna had something to eat even if it wasnt much..*"
},
{
"author": "The Pale Horse",
"message": "*The horse having tested ediths reflexes to dodge an attack incoming mid conversation, and her passing the test decided to let her be. It only wanted to make sure she was ready and it appeared she was. And when edith offered juna the rabbit the horse leaned in and said.*\n\n\"Are you sure you want them to have half of it, you may be weaker tomorrow child... You need it more than them..\""
},
{
"author": "Edith Lucia Ardentine",
"message": "*Edith turned to the horse and said.*\n\n\"Well i can always catch another rabbit or forage for somthing, or i can go into town tomorrow for something. So this wont hurt me, theres no need to be greedy horse. Plus if you wanted me to eat more then you shouldnt have eaten half the remaining rabbit.\""
},
{
"author": "The Pale Horse",
"message": "*The horse nodded and backed up from edith saying.*\n\n\"Very well child.. Do as you wish.\"\n\n*It appeared to be satisfied with her response not needing anymore said to it, the horse seemed to be continuing to judge ediths every movement like it was grading her performance and how well she handle situations.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna clenched her teeth as the horse went to kick Edith, part of her relieved that she managed to avoid it while the other part couldn't help but back away to create distance from the violent nature of the horse with lowered ears. She took the small piece of rabbit that was offered to her, gladly enough with Jace distracted on wolfing down his own piece.\n\nIt wasn't until she had caught word of their conversation that her ears finally shot back up, giving way to an alerted expression.*\"Your... Your horse... It can talk??\"*Juna knew little about horses, but she was for certain of one thing on animals not being able to speak. Well most anyways, but much less horses. Horses neighed and made those strange high pitched sounds. Such a very high pitch. The thought alone left the loud noise ringing in her ears, but this horse, it could speak.\n\nCould it be like a centaur? Surely not, it still has the head of a horse which only made the way it spoke even more strange in her eyes. Not to mention the fact that it was whatever this dire horse was. Something that seemed to cause it to eat meat over regular grass.*"
},
{
"author": "Edith Lucia Ardentine",
"message": "*She looked at juna when she said the horse can talk, she then looked at horse and shrugged and then looked back at juna, she then spoke in a voice that didnt sound weirded out or confused.*\n\n\"Well i dont know alot about other horses, but this one can talk and he does talk. Alot.. But i wouldnt worry about it if i were you its just one of lifes weird mysterys. Honestly what confuses me more is how he doesnt stay dead no matter how many times he's killed.\"\n\n*She leaned back using her hands to prop herself up, she stared at the fire relaxing and enjoying the heat that warmed up her toes and face. The cold was never fun but fire always made it bearable.*"
},
{
"author": "The Pale Horse",
"message": "*The horse leaned towards edith and spoke in a deep and angry sounding voice.*\n\n\"You speak too much child..\"\n\n*It's words came off as incredibly threatening aimed at edith, the horse stared at edith with its unblinking dead eyes. The horse continuer to stare for some time without so much as a twitch, it seemed dead that is until edith pushed it away from herself to continue enjoying the fire. It appeared she had dealt with this before.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*As the night went on the temperature continued to drop, but with the fire before them continuing to burn they managed to stay warm, only occasionally feeling a chill on their backs from the wind. And as the temperature dropped the crickets went silent, the only sound now remaining was the crackling of the fire and the whistle of the wind blowing through the trees rattling branches and shaking leaves. Edith appeared to be laying on her back now watching the stars above them, she seemed to enjoy the view.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Is... Is he real...?\"*She asked. Of course in terms of real she wasn't asking if she was imagining him, but more so in question of whether or not he was some kind of summon with how she explained him repeatedly returning from death or maybe he was a ghost even, but Juna didn't want to believe that, hearing enough children tales as it was.\n\nThe bit of rabbit meat she was given had sat forgotten in her hands for the time being as she tried to process the logic of a horse being able to talk. Even if it was a summon, could summons actually speak? She suppose she did see someone summon a butler once who spoke just fine, but this was a horse they were talking about. Never before had her wolf summons been able to talk. Maybe that wasn't the case.*\n\n\"He... He doesn't seem to be the nicest horse...\"*She'd utter quietly, unsure of whether or not the horse would take offense to that with her little knowledge of what horses understood. Why must strange things happen in the forests of Lymia whenever she passed through? First the very odd cursed Maiden and now this? Was there something more to this place that Juna didn't realize? The sudden chill didn't help much, only sending shiver down her spine at the thought. She could very well be hallucinating, especially with the ghastly appearance of the two. Maybe she was, perhaps becoming one of those wanderers who traveled too far into the forests only to never be seen again. She shuddered at the thought.*"
},
{
"author": "Edith Lucia Ardentine",
"message": "*She kept staring up at the stars and admiring the beauty of constellations that is until juna asked if he was real and commented on the fact he wanst very nice, she then looked over at her and said.*\n\n\"He's very much real and while he isn't the most charismatic horse you'll meet, he is actually a very caring person once you getto know him. He would sacrifice himself to save you or me anyday at anytime, and i know that whole kicking thing he does may seem a bit cruel but he does it with the best of intentions, even if he wont admit it infront of people.\"\n\n*She let out a slight chuckle as she continued.*\n\n\"Personally i think he is just a bit shy, he isnt good at expressing himself and just puts up the persona of a scary or intimidating monster. But one day he'll open up more and finally make some new friends.\""
},
{
"author": "The Pale Horse",
"message": "*The horse stared down at edith as she revealed alot about him, he leaned his head close tl her face and said in a deep and gravely voice.*\n\n\"You are out of line child.. You shall not have my assistance til the rising of the third moon, and at the cost of blood..\"\n\n*The horse turned around and walked off into the dark forest behind edith, it seemed to vanish into the black abyss lurking just beyond the trees where the fires light could not reach.*"
},
{
"author": "Edith Lucia Ardentine",
"message": "*She tossed some more twigs into the fire seemingly unbothered by the horse leaving so suddenly, maybe this has happened before. Or maybe it was just cause it would be too dangerous to wanderthe forest at night and she'd search for them tomorrow.*"
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna tilted her head to the side, finding some relief at Edith's explanation of the horse. Only when the horse whispered to her and left did those feelings soon pass.*\"I... Don't think he liked that...\"*She murmured, staring after him as he grew more and more hidden in the dark the further he went from the light. \n\nJuna would stare out into the forest for a long moment before eventually shifting her gaze back to Edith. She wasn't quite sure how a real horse could have the ability to talk, Juna couldn't even come close to fathom it, but she decided to shake it off. \n\nThe horse was gone now, and despite what Edith had said, Juna wasn't sure how true it was of his personality. Juna never really understood those that seemed to act one way and another simultaneously. It seemed so conflicting in her eyes and made it even harder for her to trust some. Sometimes they changed in seconds, one moment peaceful and the next ready to kill. Juna couldn't bring herself to think too much on it for the fear of bringing back bad memories.*\"Thank you for... Letting me stay here for the night ...\"*She'd eventually say, slowly lowering herself so that she could sit squat upon the ground and try to relax a bit. Jace had soon finished up his portion of the rabbit, soon sniffing around the ground for anymore potential scraps despite his large enough meal for the night.*"
},
{
"author": "Edith Lucia Ardentine",
"message": "*Edith held her hand upwards as she laid there on the cold hard ground, she moved her finger between the stars imagining the pictures and stories they'd tell. She often did this when waiting to get tired before she slept, and also cause it was rare for her to sleep inside so she enjoyed the few luxuries she had over those who did. Only when juna mentioned the horse being upset did she pause only to say.*\n\n\"He'll be fine I've seen him when he's actually mad, this is just him being a bit grumpy and embarrassed. I'm sure he'll come back eventually..\"\n\n*Edith lowered her arm that she was using to draw imaginary pictures with the stars in the sky before, she then used both her hands as pillow on the back of her head. She thought about asking juna too keep watch for a few hours while she slept, but she decided not to and to just stay awake and keep watch. And when juna said thanks and was taking a seat by the fire edith looked over at her and said.*\n\n\"It's really no trouble, but you should start looking for an inn or something to stay at for the winter cause you really dont look dressed for it..\"\n\n*After saying this edith sat up and slouched forward with her arms resting on her legs, her head drooped down as she stared at the dirt between her legs. She decided to pick up a twig and to draw something in the dirt it wasnt that noticeable what she drew though.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*With the horse now gone and the fire blazing brightly the campsite had become a bit more relaxing, although the horse may or may not have been trying to make it less relaxing, the camp did feel so with him gone. As the night continued on the twig and brush pile that edith had been burning began to dwindle. The whistle and rustling of the chilly winds closing in were the only sounds aside from the fire itself when they weren't talking, this was quite odd as it was a forest so usually even in the cold you'd hear the sounds of life.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna decided to relax back a bit with the warmth of the fire near her. Only her ears remained alert for any sound of something approaching. Her Jackal had laid down a small distance from her, rolling onto his back as he tried to get at an itch he had there. Juna could feel the cold of night slowly creeping it's way into the camp as the fire began to die down, leaving Juna to having pull her legs close her and wrap her arms around them to sustain warmth. She at least had an extra layer of fur clothing in her bag just in case though that would do little for the impending winter especially as Edith now brought it up.*\n\n\"Yes... Yes you're right...\"*She answered.*\"I was hoping to be able to learn these woods before then but it seems I'm quickly running out of time... I...May just lose a lot of coin this year...\"*She'd say, resting her head on her knees while she thought of how much it would cost her not being able to find much prey and on top of that having to pay to for a place to stay at. She had managed to survive a winter once, but she had grown so used to the place that it seemed to hardly phase her.\n\nNow was a different story, her time of exploration quickly running short and with her unwillingness to leave Eggbert behind out here, it only made her time much worse. It almost felt as if she would have to go into hibernation soon, except for the fact that Eggbert was drawing close to its hatch date. Oh why must they hatch in winter of all seasons?*"
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"author": "Edith Lucia Ardentine",
"message": "*Edith got up and started cutting away more bushes from around the campsite and cutting them up, she began to toss more twigs and leaves into the fire which caused it to briefly flair up and the heat to return. Edith then turned to juna and said.*\n\n\"If you need a reccomendation I'd suggest you buy some winter clothes, i was actually planning on going into town tomorrow to get some myself because while the outfit i have on now is pretty insulted, it isn't good enough for when it actually gets cold.\"\n\n*While she talked she finished gathering up a few bushes and sitting back down beside the fire. Occasionally she tossed in some branches and leaves which made quick bursts of heat and kept the area in the campsite warm.*\n\n\"If you dont have enough to buy it I'm sure you could find some work for killing bandits or something to take their clothes, or you could hunt down some animals and sew their hides together. Although it may take awhile for their skins to dry out so probably not the fastest plan.\"\n\n*She turned her back to the fire and stared into the forest around them, her nightvision had been damaged before from staring into the fire earlier, but she figured she should start getting adjusted since she didnt have the horse to keep watch. And she wouldnt ask someone she just met to keep watch since she could rob her leave in that time.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*The night continued on as the temperature seemed to reach the lowest it would go, that is until it reached the dawn when the temperature was surely going to drop. Everything seemed to become deathly still not even the sound of wind accompanied he fire anymore, it was just the sound of crackling flames as it burned the twigs. Clouds passed overhead and began to block out the starlight that had once been shining upon them.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears gave a small flick to the side in hearing of Edith's recommendation, wondering if she figured Juna for someone not used to preparing for the cold. She supposed it wasn't that far of an idea giving her early starts. The Canifor never really favored winter anyways, the cold nor the lack of prey. With each passing day, feeling the cold combat her, she was reminded of the impending season and thus left with few options each year.*\n\n\"Yes that... That makes sense... I think... I'll just stay within the Capital for a while...\"*She decided to state in order to not completely wave off what Edith said. Juna at least had her fur clothing anyways and she was sure she could find an inn around the Capitol somewhere. It was just until Eggbert was old enough to travel right? Juna wasn't quite sure how long it would take, months maybe and even then her small camp back at home would hardly suite a young bird. At least she thinks it wouldn't. She knew little to nothing about birds anyways.*\n\n\"It seems to be getting colder...\"*She said quietly.*\"It might be better to find a town to stay in for the night... I'm... I'm not too sure how long the fire would hold up if we both were to sleep...\"*Juna wasn't aware of Edith's plans on staying up. She herself never really kept watch anyways with her light sleeper of a Jackal by her side, though she tried to be as cautious as possible anyways.*"
},
{
"author": "Edith Lucia Ardentine",
"message": "*Edith looked over to her left at juna, she listened to her considering leaving to go find a near by town and that the fire might not make it if they both slept. But edith had already decided on what to do and so she decided to enlighten juna on the plan.*\n\n\"Oh don't worry I'll keep watch while you sleep, and I'll keep the fire going until morning when i can go to a nearby town for winter supplies. If your still cold I'd reccomend you have your dog over there lay on you. It may not be the most comfortable sleep but it should help keep you warm if you stay by the fire with them.\"\n\n*She turned back to facing the forest in front of herself watching the tree line, her night vision was still very poor but in time it would return. As she did this she began to wonder where the horse went and if it was watching them, sure it said it wouldn't help but did that also mean it was just going to walk away from her entirely?*\n\n*Edith began checking her coin pouch to see if she'd even have enough to get some winter clothes this year, when she checked she saw she'd have enough silver to afford it with a few more jobs. Perhaphs the town she'd go to tomorrow would have some work cleaning up fallen leaves, or to help moving fire wood. She loves to help people and the pay does make it that much sweeter to do, tomorrow she was going to find some work in town for a few days.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*With the fire well fuelled, and with fairly good clothes to wear. The cold couldnt reach the part of them facing towards the fire. And although the part facing away did feel cool, it didn't feel cold unless edith had forgotten to toss in some more twigs and leaves recently. With the fire blazing brightly keeping them warm, the night carried on comfortably.*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"You'll... You'll stay up all night...?\"*She questioned with a look of surprise. It wasn't that the idea of staying up all night was such a ludicrous idea, but rather the fact that Edith was planning to. From looks alone it seemed like she was on the verge of falling asleep herself and to say that she'll stay up all night seemed like a far fetched proposal.*\"You... Seem like you need... Some sleep...\"\n\n*Juna wasn't sure how the dynamic of keeping watch with a talking a horse as a companion was supposed to work. Though if it meant she just stayed up all night every night that didn't seem healthy in itself. Unless she slept during the day and stayed up at night. It would be very vampiric of her. Was she some sort of vampire?\n\nJuna gazed at her as the thought crossed her mind, finding herself staring more than she'd usually before dropping her gaze once more. Maybe not. It wasn't that Juna could tell what vampires were anyways, the only one she's known to have met was Mercy. And yet she seemed so normal outside of personality. Maybe there were more vampires that she had met without realizing. Juna wasn't sure.\n\nWith Edith suggesting that she let her Jackal sleep on her for warmth, the Canifor would cast a glance towards the Jackal. He laid on his back, dozing peacefully compared to his earlier scratchings with the itch now gone. He seemed so dead when he laid like that, but Juna knew the moment she stood up or made a sudden movement he would jump back up without hesitation. Juna didn't want to bother him though, he wasted enough energy running about trying to guard someone who didn't need it as much as he did.*\n\n\"I... Don't think he will...\"*She answered. It wasn't that she minded anyways. As Edith said, she doubted it would be comfortable. The Canifor could, however, take comfort in laying just beside him though.*"
},
{
"author": "Edith Lucia Ardentine",
"message": "*Edith pulled her sword from her sheath and inspected it while juna questioned her plan to stay awake due to how tired looking her appearance was. While yes she had stayed up for a day and a half now it wasn't so bad, just a bit of misert and sluggishness aswell as time seeming to move slower for her. But she was prepared to stay awake until she could get some sleep. But since tonight the horse was supposed to keep watch, and she upset them making them leave, naturally keeping watch fell to her.*\n\n\"Its fine I'll just sleep tomorrow night, i may look tired but I'll manage. From what the horse tells me macens like myself can survive about a week without sleep before we die, and even though im not special like some who can stay awake for weeks without rest. I can still manage a few days, so dont worry and just get some rest.. I'll keep the fire going.\"\n\n*She inspected her swords damaged and ultimately shabby state, she had been using it for a little over a decade now without repairing it. Its handle was cracked and seemed like it would shatter if it hit anything. The blade itself was dirty and chipped up and down the entirety of the blade, honestly it seemed like it would be a miracle if it would cut through anything. It seemed like it may be better suited to saw through objects at this point.. Edith stared at it with a bit of a sad look on her face as she thought about her family anf how much she missed them, and about how big of a failure she is. But she snapped out of it when juna remarked that her jackal probably wont keep her warm by laying on her to which she nodded to show she heard her. She then resheathed her sword and kept staring into the forest around them to keep an eye out for anything dangerous.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*Although the fire burned brightly nothing dared approach the light, light was usually a sign of a sentient race with armour and weapons, so most monsters and animals learned to stay away unless they were desperate for food. So with the warmth and safety the fire brought they would most likely be safe throughout the night.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna gave Edith a dubious look. A few days? Juna couldn't imagine herself staying up much longer than a night, maybe two, though she must be desperate by then. Her shoulders slouched. Maybe she wasn't so great at surviving out in the forest after all. Then again she had grown up in a house as any other Macen would, but still she knew enough of nature to be able to hold her own. Even if some encounters weren't the best.*\n\n\"Oh... Okay...\"*She said, glancing back towards where the horse had originally went.*\"Are... You sure he's okay with me staying here...?\"*The Canifor asked. Of course she'd rather stay by the fire than have to travel back out into the cold, but seeing as her Jackal had already gotten comfortable, even she couldn't deny the lull of sleep.\n\nMaybe some part of her urged the idea that she should head back and not dwindle too long in these woods of mystery. Some part of her perhaps thought it would at least be better to remain cautious, though no matter how hard the Canifor tried, she couldn't avoid what dangers the world throws at her.\n\nSince she's been here, things have been seemingly more peaceful in its weird and whacky way which Juna couldn't help but favor over the dangers of her own spot in the forests of Salvania with danger lurking around every corner. Maybe some rest here for the night would do her good. The woman seemed generous enough at least, Juna would think as she'd glance down at the meat she was offered without doing so much besides looking at it.*"
},
{
"author": "Edith Lucia Ardentine",
"message": "*She turned towards juna most of her face shrouded in shadow due to facing away from the fire, the most she could see of her was the light of the fire glinting off her eyes as she spoke comically mimicking the horses deep voice.*\n\n\"Rest now child for the dawn will come soon, and you do not want to miss your chance at taking the dirt wigglers life.\" \n\n*She droped the voice and a faint smile could be seen on hee face despite the darkness, and she then continued withour the voice.*\n\n\"Thats what the horse usually told me when he would keep watch, and he most likely wont mind if you stay the night here. After all not like either of us own these woods it's just nature here. So just get some rest and in the morning we can go into town.\"\n\n*She returned to staring into the darkness of the forest surrounding them, her night vision becoming better and more focused as she kept staring off into the abyss like darkness surrounding there fire.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*As the fire flickered and burned the twigs tossed inside, its light kept the campsite illuminated but it was a constant tug of war as the darkness kept creeping its way ever closer to the source almost as if it wanted to snuff it out, but with each hand full of grass twigs and leaves added in a burst of flame would keep it at bay. Who knows what was lurking just outside the camp waiting for the opportunity to strike when the light died out.. These are common thoughts among the sentient races which is why fires are so commonly used at night besides just for warmth and cooking, most creatures fear the unknown and for someone who cant see in the dark there is no greater unknown then darkness itself.*"
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*As Edith spoke to her in the voice she did, one of Juna's ears would lower to the side in that lopsided confused look she typically gave. Nevertheless, she had to admit she was feeling a bit tired even in the eyes of the strange woman. Juna gave a sigh in return, unable to debate with Edith seeming to smile over it or maybe she was thinking about the horse? Juna couldn't understand the companionship of one anyways.*\n\n\"Al... Alright...\"*She found herself moving over to where Jace laid, laying down near him so that she could wrap an arm around the Jackal in his doze. He instinctively would roll over and lift his head, always moving when Juna did though after his quick assessment over there being any danger, he'd rest his head once more.\n\nJuna tried to keep close to the warmth of the fire, disliking the feeling of the cold as the season of death neared.*\"Thank you...\"*She whispered in a slight doze as her chest would begin to rise and fall rhythmically in her slumber.*"
},
{
"author": "Edith Lucia Ardentine",
"message": "*With her new acquaintance drifting off to sleep, edith began her long night of silence and boredom. The only thing she did throughout this night was tossing twigs and grass into the fire then staring off into the forest to make sure nothing attacked. Edith had begun to see shadows moving at the edge of camp but she never got a good look at what it was, or even if it was real or not. But she never saw them enter the light and she remained paranoid and fearful throughout the night, afraid that at any moment some ghastly creature would rush the camp tearing her apart before she could react. But despite the fear lingering in her stomach she kept her calm the best she could, and she kept her sword drawn just in case.*"
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "*And with there conversation ended and edith keeping the fire going, the unknown creatures lurking in the darkness right at the edge of the campsite never came near. Whether or not it was in ediths mind as she saw shadows moving around while the fire flickered, or if it was real the fact is whatever it was didnt get close. Juna didn't feel the cold to often unless a gust of win blew the heat away from her for a moment before it returned.*"
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"author": "[(Narrator)] ",
"message": "Faint snarls reverberated from deeper into the estate, followed by a fit of high-pitched barking all too familiar to Juna's ears. Soon, the barking turned into a low whine, not so much heard but rather *Felt* Like a frigid caress crawling at the Canifor's spine; fear. Blackspire's ancient walls of obsidian to which the manor owed its name hummed with a dim foreboding light as though in mourning, and no fresh embellishment in marble and golden trims brightened their somber mood. Scarce veiled paintings and hollow suits of armour decorated the sides of the hallway. Closer to the stairway, a soothing aroma of candlewax and lavender perfume lingered on the corridor, but the further one ventured, a more pungent waft of copper and sulfur would invade one's nostrils."
},
{
"author": "Ashnard",
"message": "The manor's Lord stood off the padded armchair of his study overlooking the fireplace upon sensing the trespasser. To his surprise- and perhaps disappointment- it only turned out to be a small jackal padding through his room, baring fangs with risen hackles at the sight of him. \n*\"I mean you no harm, little one,\"* Ashnard spoke lowly, placing the tome he was reading to a small table on his left. In slow and meticulous motions, he straightened his burgundy quilted tunic and squatted on his feet so that his dark one-eyed gaze was of a more even height to the jackal's. Much to his dismay, that only made it *Worse* When the jackal started barking at him. \n\n\"Don't like the scent of me, do you?\" *Pine oil can't mask it from a sharper nose, it seems,* He reflected, resigning the cause to rise back on his height with a frown. \"Where'd you come from, anyway? Mercy never mentioned getting herself a pet.\" Ashnard stepped closer, which only ended up scaring the small jackal off its barking to instead whimper and back off slowly. The Lord rubbed the fatigue between his left eye and beneath the leather eyepatch on his right one, letting a deep sigh. \"Run along now. You won't find anything to eat here.\""
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna went still, her ears raising at the sound of snarling and high pitched barking that came rather easily with the sensitivity of them.*\"Jace?\"*She whispered, turning away from the window. There were a lot of reasons for the Jackal to be barking: For food, for prey, for attention, for meeting anyone new. The last thought stuck with her, coming so rapidly in the company of realization that she quickly headed down in the direction of noise. For a while, she followed the sound, thinking the worst could happen in a home that she was invited into only moments ago. Some impression she must be giving.\n\nAs the barking soon began to fade into whimpering, Juna found herself slowing her pace, eventually coming to a stop while she tried to listen again. She was sure it was Jace, but the last time she's heard him whimper like that was back in the heat of battle against a group of Owlbears. Juna progressed onwards, slower this time and sure enough, she could feel her hand reaching for the string of her bow that sat strung across her torso. No, of course she would never draw the weapon, not in another's house, but the simple feeling of it between her fingers gave her enough confidence to move forward, even without the security of Jace nearby.\n\nThe mansion grew darker the further she went, not necessarily in appearance, but more so in feeling. A strong, dank smell had begun to waft in her nose bringing with it such a foreboding feeling that it was a wonder how anyone could feel welcomed in such a place. Maybe it wasn't used to many visitors, which she could have assumed by the mistress alone. Something about it told her not to continue, but yet she did. Jace was this way and just like any other time, she found herself following. His whimpering had eventually fallen silent, leaving Juna in the quietness as well.*\n\n\"Jace?\"*She quietly called once more after it the absence of noise had drawn in for too long. There was the faint sound of claws clattering against the floor. Soon enough Jace would appear in her view, his tail tucked between his legs while his ears remained lowered in his return. Juna stooped down to pick him up, giving him a small pat on his head as the feeling of reassurance washed over her.*\"Jace...\"*She rose back up to her full height with the Jackal cradled in her arms, eventually finding herself gazing in the direction that he had came from. What had left him in such state? Surely there wasn't some large predator roaming the mansion, right?*\"What's over there Jace...?\"*She questioned in a hushed tone.*"
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"author": "Ashnard",
"message": "*\"And you must be the one responsible for that little stoaway.\"*\nThe canine lord's voice resounded in the darkened corridor, his approach quiet as a shadow upon making himself seen no further than a dozen feet from Juna. Immediately, his presence would set Jace on edge; baring fangs and growling in the girl's arms despite the Lord seeming nowhere near hostile. His tone resounded more amused than irate and his countenance appeared as comely as a beastkin could be. He towered over Juna, broad of shoulders and wiry in frame underneath an embellished quilted tunic and matching britches, dyed a mixture of ermine and burgundy.\n\nThe right side of his face was shrouded behind a black leather eyepatch bearing the crow sigil of his house, but his left eye was a pitch-black pit over a blood-red iris, daunting even with a smile. \"Another of my steward's guests, I presume. Fret not, your jackal was no cause of disturbance,\" He assured, the corners of his muzzle curving into a vague smile. \"It is a pleasure to welcome an Oriate to my humble estate. I trust that my steward has already made your visit here comfortable, yes?\" \nAshnard offered a slight bow, inching a step closer upon doing so that caused Jace into snarling anew.\n\n\"Alas, your companion does not look too fond of me. Can't say that I blame him, either. Never been on the best of terms with my... Less developed kin.\""
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna froze at the sound of the voice, her hold on Jace suddenly becoming more stiff at the approach of the man. Or maybe more of a beast actually? One thing was for certain, he was most definitely a Canifor, probably more animal-like than the other few Juna had seen. Not that she could say she's met too many. There was something off-putting about him, and yet she couldn't help but feel a lack of aggression from him. While Jace had remained snarling in her arms, Juna was at least able to relax a little more. At least as much as one can while trying to give off a good impression.*\"You're... You're the lord here... Aren't you...?\"*She asked. Juna could recall Mercy mentioning something about the Lord being a Canifor and despite the fact that Mercy couldn't recognize the exact same in Juna, she could see why.\n\nAs he went into a small bow, Juna considered doing a courtesy in return, since that was what she figured most would do in a moment like this. However, seeing as she had to hold her Jackal to prevent him from going after the Canifor, she would simply give a dip of her head. Her gaze kept lowered. It always typically did in the presence of another as she found it hard to look someone in the eyes or rather 'eye' it seemed with this Canifor.*\n\n\"Yes... I'm sorry about my Jackal... He is... Known to wander sometimes... And... He's typically like that around others he doesn't know... Mercy invited us here... But...\"*Juna considered mentioning how the stewardess seemed more interested in Jace rather than her at the time of them meeting. Maybe that was why she invited her in the first place. Nonetheless, Juna hoped the gift she had brought earlier was enough to earn her stay for the meantime. Even if it was just a rabbit she had caught on the estate, it was probably the last bit of prey she would find before winter hit.* \n\n\"She has been very welcoming-\"*Juna would say to answer his question, knowing full well the rant Mercy had earlier of being the only stewardess tending to the place. Maybe the compliment of her will do her good.*\"But I'm not actually a-\"*The Canifor paused, considering whether or not it was best to correct the Lord. Was there really a point to it by now? It seemed everyone on this estate didn't see her as a Canifor anyways. Perhaps she should just not argue it and let it be.*"
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"author": "joscros",
"message": "```RP Paused (To be continued...)```"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Travelling, hunting, feeding. These were three habitual tasks she had carried out for the past 200 or so years, but now there is a fourth. Caretaking. Swaddled between her bushy tail was a tiny giggling bundle of fur, her beautiful son Yuzu, a source of great joy as well as stress for Mizu. But she expected as much for such things are to be expected when becoming a mother. She had been keeping him well fed with the blood of mighty warriors that had crossed her path, but wasn't having much luck so far in the woods. She didn't want to resort to animal blood for her child, wanting only the best for him, but unless she came across another traveler she would have no choice.*\n\n*As if on cue Yuzu's belly would grumble and his face would twist in distress and starting letting out weak cries*\n\n\"Shhh, shhhh. Don't cry sweetie, mommy will find some food for you soon.\" *She would say to sooth Yuzu while rocking him back and forth in her tail. Once he had calmed down, she would continue scanning the area for any sources of blood with her eyes and nose*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna wandered through the forest, her ears lowered in defeat as she tried to retrace her steps back to town. It had only been a day since she's left, but even now everything looked the same to her. Luck hadn't seem to be on her side lately, with fall coming close to its end, prey seemed more and more scarce. Part of Juna wished she had gotten the time to explore the forest sooner, that she would have dropped of the egg before all this time had passed, but this was the consequence.\n\nShe had been walking in silence for quite some time, only being accompanied by the occasional chirping of a bird which at least left her some hope of animals being around even if she couldn't find them. With each surge of a chilly breeze, the Canifor found herself having to pull her gifted shawl tighter around her. Maybe she should have taken the extra clothes her friend had given her before setting out.\n\nSuddenly she would hear a quiet cry, her ears raising to allow it to travel more easily to her. Crying? It didn't sound like that of an animal, but Juna could never be too sure with these strange woods. She found herself drawing towards it, following the sound with her fingers nervously running along the string of her bow that sat strung across her torso. Eventually she would spot her, some sort of Oriate it seemed just beyond the overgrowth. Oh, it was simply a mother and her child. Juna had let out a sigh of relief, realizing she was holding in a breath the whole time.*\n\n*The Canifor kept her distance from the two, using what camouflage she had to allow her to be less noticeable while she watched them. The Woman seemed to stand out a bit to her, quite an oddity to see someone wandering out in the woods, with a child, a very young one anyways. She seemed a bit distressed. Maybe she was lost, or nervous, or maybe looking for something. Juna wasn't quite sure, nor was she one to delve into another's business, but still she couldn't help but speak out to her.*\"Hello...\"*It came out softly as her voice tended to be, perhaps out of shyness or politeness to the woman.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Like a predator, Mizu's head would quickly turn toward the voice. Her piercing eyes would glow a deep crimson as she looked over Juna, after which she would smile.*\n\n\"Hello there~ Fancy meeting anyone out here in the woods during this time of year. Are you from around here? If so, thank goodness you've come\" *She would say ever so delightfully while motioning to her tail. There one would see a baby Okamimi making a fussy face, or at least at first glance. Looking closely at the baby's gum's, 2 protruding fangs could be seen.*\n\n\"I am a traveler, and the season has been harsh on me and my child. Could you perhaps offer something to eat? I assure you we won't need much~\" \n\n*It was a playful tone, but a sense of unease could be felt as Mizu slowly walked towards Juna with the glare of a hunter*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna froze as the woman suddenly turned to her with an oddly rejuvenated sense of joy to her. Maybe the Canifor didn't expect a random woman to seem so happy at the sight of her, especially after she had seemed to be bearing the weight of calming a fussy child just before. At first glance she had just seemed like a regular woman roaming the forest, though there was something about her that caused an uncanny feeling to the Canifor. A feeling similar to the stewardess, the horse rider, maybe even that of the knight from so long ago.\n\nJuna wasn't one to stare at someone for too long, not even getting a good look at the lady before she'd drop her gaze once more.*\"No... I'm... Not from around here...\"*She'd answer. At Mizu's question of if she could provide them with anything eat, the Canifor's ears would lower once more.*\"Sorry I don't have any-\"\n\n*The Canifor would glance up, cutting herself off for only a moment as she watched the woman walk closer to her which she in return would end up moving a few steps back almost in similar rate to Mizu. Each step forward, another step back.*\"...Any... Food... I'm sorry...\"*She'd eventually managed to finish. Thinking back to it, maybe she should have taken the food with her that her friend insisted on her keeping while she was out.*\"But- I'm sure there's a town around here... Somewhere...\"*Juna had to admit she wasn't quite sure herself, having gotten turned around quite a bit. Of course she could probably find what she was looking for with a high enough vantage point, but after the traitorous tree from earlier, Juna wasn't quite ready to relive the experience.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "\"Are you sure?~ You seem to have plenty to me~\" \n\n*Mizu would continue to slowly inch forward, but stop upon hearing about the town. She looked over the Canifor's body once more, taking note of her well toned legs. She would glance back to Yuzu who was starting to cry out, and then stop moving forward. As much as she wanted to give chase to this convenient meal that had just walked up to her, it probably wouldn't be enough to enough to satisfy Yuzu, and would likely cause him to cry if she started to run right now. There was the wise proverb of the rabbit on hand is worth more than two in the bush, but she was confident in being able to catch the rabbits in the bush as long as this one led her to them.*\n\n\"A town nearby you say?\" *She would press her finger to her lips and ponder a bit* \n\n\"I know the layout of the region fairly well, but as far as I can remember the closest major town is more than a day's walk away. Is there a closer a settlement?\"\n\n*She would sway her tail back and forth to soothe Yuzu while tensing up her calves. The canifor appeared to be tense, and it would not do her well if her prey made a break for it. Though depending on her answer she might have to go for it anyway*\n\n\"If so, would you be a darling and lead me to it? I assure you I will make it worth your time~\""
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Once more she found herself backing away from the woman, faster and faster the steps quickened until the woman had stopped all together. The Canifor paused too, reaching a hand to come to rest on the trunk of a nearby tree. Her claws protruded out, scratching at the bark as if she were at least half tempted to dart up the tree like a cat chased by a dog which would be quite ironic with her more wolf-like traits.\n\nShe could feel heart racing in her chest in a sort of fight or flight response which in this case would have most likely gone to flight, but instead she just found herself standing still while she watched the woman look back towards her young. When she asked if there was a town closer than the one a day's journey away, Juna would bite her lip in thought.\n\nShe didn't know if there was a town closer, she didn't even know where the one a day's journey was and now she was being asked to lead the woman towards it. The Canifor had to admit, the woman made her feel uneasy, most likely with her tone of voice, but Juna could feel some sympathy seeing as she was with an infant. Maybe she wasn't always like that or maybe she was and Juna should probably turn and flee like the coward she typically was.*\n\n\"Sure I... I just need to get a good look of the area-\"*She'd say, angling her head up towards the tree she took to as support.*\"I... Can get a better view from up here-\"*Back to the traitorous trees it seemed, but at least then Juna could have some distance while also getting to scope out the area.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would follow the canifor's gaze and glance up at the trees as well. She would then look back at Juna, taking note of her claws and firm forearms, and then smile and nod.*\n\n\"That would be great. Do be careful though, you're more prone to make mistakes when tense~ It would be a shame if you were to get hurt~ \" *She would gently caressing her lips with her tongue as discreetly as she can, imagining the thought*\n\n*Yuzu, perhaps picking up on Mizu's hunger-lust, would continue to squirm and be fussy in Mizu's tail, and after taking a few sniffs in the air would reach out his arms toward Juna with his mostly toothless mouth open wide. Mizu would quickly wrap the tail closer to her chest and sooth him by rubbing his back*\n\n\"There, there. Mommy will get you something to eat soon. This traveler is going to help us find a nearby settlement\" \n\n*Mizu's ears would then perk up a bit, as if realizing something.*\n\n\"Oh, how rude of me. Here I am asking you for help when I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Kyuu and this is my son Ketsu. What is your name~\""
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*With the permission given, Juna found her claws digging even further into the branch. She watched the child reach out to her, his fangs more prominent as it looked as if he were trying to bite her. Maybe that's just how Oriates are when they're young, teething maybe, or just hungry enough to put anything in their mouth. She decided not to question it, already grabbing at the tree as she would begin her progression up.\n\nIt was only when the woman had introduced herself that Juna would stop, no more than a few feet above ground.*\"It's... Nice to meet you two...\"*She'd say in a quiet tone. There seemed to be a sense of tiredness in the way she said it, maybe from long travels or earlier tension. Nevertheless, Juna found herself abided to give her name in return, but with all the strangeness that went on in the forest, the Canifor figured it was best if the woman saw her as nothing more unique.*\"You can call me... Lady...\"*She'd say. \n\nIt was such a basic name, but it seemed to fall on common ground to Juna. Lady could sound rude in an angry tone or nice in a respectful one. It at least carried less power than her regular name. She'd rather not let it travel too much around here as she did Salvania which did make her wonder how things were back at home. It wasn't important now, after all, she was a ways away from it. For now she was just on a simple scouting mission. Yes, that was all it is.\n\nFurther and further she climbed up the tree, growing tense at each creak of a branch as if she expected it to break out from underneath her like the last one did. They held firm and the further Juna got the more she began to build trust for it. Eventually she would break above the expanse of dying leaves, coming to see just how wide and expansive the forest was. Trees, trees galore in every direction. Juna's temporary confidence immediately faltered. She really was lost.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would watch the canifor climb up the tree, admiring her mastery of the skill. Mizu would reminisce what it was like before giving birth to Yuzu, the ease at which she in climbing trees and exhilaration of looking over the whole forest. Not that she regretted becoming a mom, but she certainly missed her prior free lifestyle.*\n\n\"You are certainly a fine lady, Lady, for helping a stranger like me~ How's the view up there?~ \" *She would ask, chuckling slightly at her wordplay*\n\n*After waiting a couple seconds and receiving no response, Mizu would stop chuckling and let out a sigh. As a cartographer, Mizu didn't recall any nearby settlements on the maps she had drawn for the area. Thus, along with the lack of a response from the canifor, Mizu assumed there must not be any nearby.*\n\n*Mizu would then get closer to the tree and look at her surroundings for nearby trees that were in jumping distance. She felt it was a safe assumption that the canifor had used pseudonym given the pause and phrasing when giving her name. Not that Mizu cared since she was using one herself. The only concerning thing was that the canifor didn't trust her, and would likely take this chance to run away. That would be unfortunate for both her child and her*\n\n*However, it would be unwise to jump to conclusions right away, so Mizu would look up and wait and see what the canifor would say/do next*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna sat on the branch, overlooking the large forest in stunned silence.*\"Come on... There has to be something...\"*She'd say mostly to herself. She tried to see, to hear, to even smell despite her disliking of using it. Even with her enhanced senses, there was nothing. Juna rose up on the branch and tried to face a different direction. More trees, more forest, no town. A whine threatened to rise in her throat. She had told the woman, no Kyuu, that there was a potential town nearby. How wrong she was. Juna wasn't exactly sure how long the two have been traveling or how hungry they were, but Juna couldn't help but feel as if she had already doomed the child with her false information.\n\nIn her lost of thought, she hadn't realized that Kyuu was speaking to her. Only when a sudden draft from a cold wind hit her, did she finally return to reality. She'd quickly clutch the shawl she had, clinging onto it as it threatened to be blown away. She had already left her friend with her Jackal for longer than intended and denied the food and extra clothing she offered her, Juna couldn't lose this as well. With the wind having made its way pass, Juna began to slowly make her way down, unsure of what to tell Kyuu. Maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe there was a town close by just hidden by all the trees. Juna knew it was wishful thinking, but she couldn't bear to break the bad news to them.*\n\n*She neared the ground, coming to a stop as she spotted Kyuu standing near the trunk of the tree which left the Canifor having to hang a number of feet above her. Juna stood there, silent for a moment, seeing Kyuu gazing around at the forest. She didn't know what went through the Woman's mind, but it didn't stop her from trying. The Canifor didn't know what it was like to be a mother, even less of what stress it could bring. She didn't want to add onto it, so, in the moment of desperation, she'd say:*\"It will be quite a walk, but... It shouldn't take too long...\"*A lie, one Juna would curse herself for doing something especially in a situation like this, but she had to give them some form of hope. Maybe.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would stare into the depths of the canifor's eyes, and then take a deep breath. The cold breeze certainly was refreshing, and allowed her to think more calmly instead of acting on instinct. Hanging from the tree instead of coming down to the ground, the canifor clearly felt corned, which was to be expected given Mizu's behavior. She used to be more discrete with her hunting, but ever since having Yuzu it proven much more difficult. So she had instead decided to adapt the strategy of fully embracing it. But it appeared to have backfired here...*\n\n\n*She would then slowly open her eyes and smile.*\n\"No need for you to keep clinging to tree, I can assure you that the ground is more comfortable~ Or are you perhaps weary of me, young 'Lady'?~\" \n\n*Mizu would take a few steps away from tree, indirectly indicating where she wanted the canifor to land. It was possible the canifor was lying out of self-preservation, but it was also possible that the canifor had found a settlement. Macen certainly had the capacity to make new settlements rather quickly, so perhaps a new one had appeared since the last time she had been here. So Mizu was willing to play along, as at worst she would simply have to give chase on the ground.*\n\n\"It sure is cold, isn't it? Would you be so kind as to lead us to the settlement? I would like to provide shelter for my child as quickly as possible\" *A lie, as she was fairly tolerant to the cold weather and her tail provided more than enough insulation to keep her child warm, but wanted to provide some sort of incentive for the canifor to come down. It wouldn't be possible to lead them while clinging to the tree after all*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Oh- I'm... Sorry miss...\"*Juna would begin, her voice carrying the tone similar to that of one who had been scolded while she tried to find good explanation for why she remained hesitant in climbing all the way down.*\"You just... Seemed to be lost in thought... I didn't want to accidentally fall and disrupt you... I can be... Very clumsy at times...\"*The Canifor would gradually make her way down from the tree with Kyuu giving her the space needed, feeling her feet hit the ground only moments later. With Kyuu bringing up how cold it was, Juna would quickly give a nod in agreement. She felt the cold too, most likely taking it more harshly than the vampire which was left unbeknownst to her.*\"Yes... Yes ma'am...\"*Juna would answer. It wasn't the words she'd usually say to another woman lest she felt she carried age with her which was most likely caused by the child she had, creating a sense of politeness to the new or maybe even old mother. She had that feeling of respect anyways. \n\nJuna decided to turn in the direction she had originally been heading in with what was once confidence in retracing her steps, now left completely drained from her after seeing what little progress she's made. Despite it, she began to walk onwards, her ears remaining pointed for anything. Animals, people, maybe some sign of a civilization. If they didn't find anything, Juna could at least hope to find some animal out here that could fill their stomachs even if things seemed more scarce as of lately. She had to at least try. Juna didn't speak much as she walked, never really did. Maybe she was actively hunting in the meantime, hoping that in silence she could catch a single bit of prey off guard, but she knew very well if she found anything she wouldn't be able to put up much of a chase if it ran, not in her state.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would show a satisficed grin upon seeing 'Lady' drop to the ground and start leading them. Looked like her concerns about the canifor running off were for naught.*\n\n*That said, the longer the two walked, the more she started to doubt the canifor's words about a settlement. Mizu wasn't also particularly fond of the silence. The woods were naturally barren this time of year, yet it felt unnaturally silent. It sort of reminded her of that one time she went though a cursed undead forest, but the air here was much more clear than it was back then, so that couldn't be the case. In either case, unable to tolerate the silence any longer, Mizu decided it would be fun to engage in small talk*\n\n\"Say, you said you weren't around here. Where are you from if I may ask? I don't know many beast tries that would give their child the name of 'Lady'. Are you perhaps a runaway slave?\""
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"I'm from... Quite far away actually...\"*Juna would say in response. It seemed that Kyuu found a need to fill the silence which Juna was fine with. After all, the lack of animal song did make the forest feel dreary, but even then, her odd questioning of where she was from did make her prefer it.*\"I'm not a slave I...\"*She paused, considering if she should actually talk about her past life. They most likely were going to be stuck with each other for a while, so maybe Juna could share what little information she wanted while also making it into a sort of story.*\"I had quite a loving family... Lady was actually I name I gave myself...\"*She would continue, her tail waving in the gentle breeze of the fall weather. In saying this, she knew she would practically be telling Kyuu that it wasn't her real name, but still she could add reasoning for it.*\"I'm afraid I've been living in the forest for so long that I have forgotten who I am...\"\n\n*Juna could think back to the years she had lived in the forest, becoming more and more accustomed to them in that time only to find it harder and harder to fit in with civilization. The near bar fight, the ruthless killing upon a farmland, and the awkwardness of meeting new people. Maybe she did lose a bit of touch with people.*\n\n*As Juna would speak, she'd spot a stick upon the ground, one that she couldn't help but pick up to have something to hold onto other than the string of her bow. With the stick now in hand, she'd allow it to tag along at her side, continuing her explanation to Kyuu.*\"There was once I time where I've traveled to a forest far from this one. There was a Macen there who seemed lost and troubled, so I tried to see if she needed help...\"*Juna said, that bit of story being quite true as she thought back to her time in Ombu.*\"She could not see me, I was but a voice to her... She wanted to know who I was, so I told her I was the Lady of the Forest...\"*Juna couldn't help but smile at the thought. She could almost picture being back in that forest, walking along the thickly wooded branches of the trees there. She couldn't do that now. The place was far and the trees were most likely suffering the same fate as these ones with fall nearing.*\"I guided her to the nearest town and... She seemed happy... Happy to be helped by someone she couldn't even see...\"*Turning to glance back at Kyuu, she'd give a bit of tilt to her head.*\"...But you can see me... Can't you...?\""
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "\"No darling, I have simply been staring into the void that coincidently has me facing your direction~\" *She would say with a haughty laugh. Ask silly questions and you will receive silly answers was her motto.*\n\n*That said, it was nice that the canifor was opening up a little to her. Mizu felt obliged to share a bit about herself in return, as it was not in her nature to only receive and never provide. She would press her fingers to her lips and ponder a bit on what to share without revealing too much*\n\n\"Hmmm, I am also a forest dweller, or perhaps nature dweller would be a better word. I spent a major part of my childhood at a lake and also received a nickname for it.\" *Mizu would grin slightly remembering all the fun she had back then, the thrill of learning how to hunt. It would appear some of her bloodlust would seep out at that moment, as Yuzu would start to cry, bringing Mizu's mind back to reality as she brought her son close to her chest and cradled him*\n\n\"There there, Mommy's sorry. Don't cry, everything is going to be fine\" *After a couple minutes of rocking Yuzu would calm down again and Mizu would let out a sigh of relief*\n\n\"Hah, sorry about that. Children sure are sensitive...\" *Clearing her throat, she would continue* \"Anyway, I have travelled and explored the lands, and have been more than happy to lose myself in the excitement of finding something or someone new. So don't feel bad about forgetting how you are, simply enjoy who you are now, and appreciate the new things you find along the way~ The fact you willingly help others will surely be repaid one day\""
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna gave a half-hearted laugh at Kyuu's response, unable to fully enjoy it with the lack of knowledge towards where they were going pressing at the edge of her thoughts. She fell silence as Kyuu began to tell her story, only turning her head away when she finished, saying that her help would be repaid. Maybe it was a bit of shame in knowing that she was probably not helping or maybe just guilt. It seemed like she was trying to give good advice which Juna would have easily taken if what she was doing wasn't built on lies.\n\nShe had found herself wincing as the baby cried once more, the noise sounding much louder in her own ears which she tried so hard not to cover out of the sheer rudeness of it. After all, the kid was probably not the most comfortable out here in the cold forest with nothing to eat. Kyuu must have been used to it, seeing how often she had to calm the child down with surprising ease, almost like a cycle.*\n\n\"How long have... You been traveling for...?\"*Juna decided to ask. Part of her wondered if she's ever stopped traveling while with her child, but she could see now her answer was no. Surely if she knew the place enough, the woman would have known to have everything prepped for a long journey lest something unfortunate happened to them prior to leave them without food or shelter.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu's ears would perk up, a bit surprised by the sudden question. Given the pitiful laugh and overall silence, it appeared as if the canifor didn't want to interact with her. Perhaps there was a chance to get closer to the canifor after all. Would make it much easier to acquire blood from her if it came to it*\n\n\"How long I've been travelling for, hmmm...\" *She would tilt her head and look up, ponding how old she was now. She knew she was less than 30, but after 20 she started to grew tired of keeping track. It was not like she had anyone to celebrate her birthday with, and she didn't even know when she was actually born since the orphanage never told her. She had simply chosen the day she had left the orphanage as her rebirth, having decided to enjoy living in the moment.*\n\n\"Can't say for certain, I know I left my orphanage before I turned 1, and guess I've been travelling for the next 24. Got to explore almost entire continents in that time frame, but even after all that time I always find new things when I come back around again. Just like this settlement you're leading us to~ Will need to add it to my maps when given the chance.\" *She would say, emphasizing the new settlement to observe the canifor's reaction to it*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna tried to do the math in her head, seeing if she could guess the woman's age before she would eventually give up in her uncertainty. What did get her attention, however, was the Woman's mention of an orphanage which she couldn't help but ask.*You're... And orphan...?\"*The small talk had seemed to distract the Canifor for a while as only when Kyuu brought up the settlement again did Juna feel another twinge of guilt.*\n\n\"Yeah... The settlement...\"*She said, rubbing her arm absently as she continued to glance around the forest with her ears raised.*\"You... Like to make maps...?\"*Juna would ask her in an attempt at changing the topic. Night would fall soon enough and once it did, the Canifor would need to find some sort of excuse for them not arriving yet, for leading them astray, but what explanation could be good enough for a starving parent and child, Juna wasn't sure.\n\nThe stick in her hand etched at the ground, creating a small line in the dirt as she went. At least she could see where she's been if they ever get turned around in here. Not that that would really help with the end result, but it helped nonetheless in figuring out the area a bit.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would remain silent for a bit, coldly taking in the canifor's tells. They had been walking for a while as well and Mizu still hadn't picked up any scents of civilization. Looks like the canifor was lying after all. She would glance over to Yuzu who was clearly was twisting and turning from hunger.*\n\n\"...Yes, I'm an orphan. Never knew the love of a mother or the protection of a father. Makes more sense for an orphan with nothing to root them down to be a traveler than someone who had a beautiful family, no?~ Though, you said had, so perhaps we're the same with no roots to tie us down. Just eternally travelling till the end of days~\"\n\n*She would glance up, as if just noticing the change in color of the sky* \"Speaking of travelling, we sure have been travelling for a while. How much further do you think the settlement is?~ I don't know how much longer Ketsu can tolerate his hunger.\"\n\n*She would then glance back down at 'Lady' with a grin and the sense of dread could be felt once more*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna listened to Kyuu's explanation, wondering if her story would be the exact same without a family to raise herself. She supposed it could have considering she was here now, wandering throughout the forest with little packed to prepare for her getting lost out here. \n\nWhen Kyuu asked how much further, Juna could feel her heart stopping in her chest with the dread of answering.*\"It... It must have been... Farther than I... Originally thought...\"*She said in a tone barely more than a whisper. Juna couldn't bring herself to face Kyuu, but she can just as easily feel her gaze bearing down on her from behind. It made Juna think pf a Viper waiting to strike, an impending anger being casted out to her in her failure to get them to the settlement before night came.\n\nShe could feel her tension shifting to the stick she held, pressing her thumb into it as if to relieve some of it.*\"It... Shouldn't be that much further...\"*Juna would say in an attempt to hang onto whatever hope there was left in finding something. There was always hunting, yes, worst case she could hunt and find something for all of them to eat. Though with the impending night, the lack of animal song made things feel all the more ominous.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would listen to the canifor's whispers and her grin would grow wider, not from amusement, but irritation* \n\n\"Shouldn't be much further, yet seemingly it is~ Just like how you 'shouldn't' have any difficulty speaking, yet have been barely speaking this whole time. If I didn't know any better... No, let me correct that you. Frankly, you sound guilty.\"\n\n*Mizu at this point would stop walking, reaching over into her pouch and pulling out a map. Her eyes would quickly scan over it and smirk. She would turn the map toward 'Lady' and point to a specific portion of the well drawn map* \n\n\"I hope my actions speak for themselves for your previous question about my hobby. So far nothing has really changed from the last time I've been here me to think there is a settlement nearby. The tree growth is normal, there are no new paths, and there is nothing really of value nearby to warrant making a settlement.\"\n\n*Mizu would bring her child close to her chest and gave her best impression of anguish.* \"Were you lying to us, young 'Lady'? Did you have fun tricking a starving mother and child to follow you aimlessly in the woods? If not, can you tell me right now, looking right into eyes, loud and clear, that there is infact a settlement nearby?\"\n\n*As if on cue, Yuzu would start crying again, but this time Mizu wouldn't comfort him, letting his cries ring out as she pressed her face into his shoulder*\n\n\"I'm sorry darling, I'm a bad mommy. Mommy got tricked and now we'll starve...\" \n\n*The crying would continue, increasing the tension in the air as Mizu waited to see how the canifor would respond to her manipulative act*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna didn't have to turn around. She could already feel the heat of anger rolling off the woman in what felt like waves to her, driving the Canifor's grip on the stick to tighten nearly to brink of snapping before she would loosen her hold onto it all together. Juna turned around to face the woman, keeping her gaze lowered as she pulled out the map and tore away at her act.\n\nShe couldn't help how she sounded, coming off as guilty for the simple reason of her being guilty and the thought left a burning feeling of shame to wash down her throat. Kyuu asked if she had fun doing it, if she enjoyed leading them astray as if she were some kind of monster for her inability to lead them in the right direction. Maybe the woman saw her as one. Who else could fail to lead someone back to civilization as this one?*\n\n*The child's cries rang in her ears, loud and melancholy causing Juna to lower them and glance away from the child. After some time to gather her words, she'd finally speak.*\"I'm not the best with... Speaking to others...\"*She'd begin, crossing her arms together to act as a barrier against the cold air.*\"I'm not the best with decisions either... You seemed hungry and in need of help I just... I thought I could give you guys hope... I...Haven't seen prey around here for a while... And... You said a town was about a days journey away so... I thought that maybe we could get lucky enough to find one on the way... Since well... There didn't seem to be any other option...\"\n\n*The way she spoke sounded as if she had to carefully pick up her words as she went, trying her best not to give in to letting her anxiousness build up in her.*\"I'm sorry...\"*The Canifor would whisper, trying to look up at Kyuu as she questioned if she could. However every time she came remotely close to looking at her, her eyes would shift away, turning somewhere else as if the simple action was too much for her. It was always too much for her.*\"I'm so sorry...\"\n\n*Juna wanted to move away, to walk off and hide away from the guilt of the wrong she's done and thus the Canifor would turn away from the lady.*\"I can't look at you... I can't navigate this place... I'm lost...\""
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would remain silent as she listened to 'Lady' guilt-ridden explanation. Even after the canifor finished speaking Mizu would remain silent with her eyes closed, face pressed against Yuzu. She needed time to think on what to do next.*\n\n*Her suspicions were right about there being no settlement, which meant the canifor was the only source of food nearby. But the way she talked and acted reminded Mizu of a certain blind friend she had a while back. Of course Mizu was still agitated that the canifor lied to her, and had resolved herself to hunt if necessary.*\n\n*However, hearing how the canifor had lied to help instead of save herself made her realize the canifor was a pitifully good person. While Mizu had no qualms about killing good people in the past, ever since meeting her blind friend and giving birth, she had become more hesitant in resorting to violence all the time. Yet Yuzu and her still needed something to eat...*\n\n*A good 10 minutes would pass in this tense atmosphere with Yuzu still crying the entire time before Mizu finally opened her eyes, a lot more calmer than they were previously*\n\n\"...I understand where you are coming from, but false hope doesn't fill bellies. I don't really appreciate liars, but can see you are a good person at heart. So here's my proposition, let's help each other~\"\n\n*Mizu would point to her map again* \"If you are genuinely lost, I can help lead you to wherever you are heading. In return, I need you to feed us. Though in truth, even if you aren't genuinely lost, I still need you to feed us~ You owe us that much, don't you think?\"\n\n*When she finished speaking her eyes would turn red and would grin ever so slightly to display her 2 fangs and her legs would tense up as if preparing to run. It would not surprise Mizu if the canifor decided to run at this point, and Mizu most certainly could not allow that to happen*"
},
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's gaze didn't raise up to meet Kyuu's, her ears only lifting to listen to her speak as she talked of her disliking of liars. Who wouldn't anyways? Juna was simply one of them now. The Canifor could see her taking out a map, stating how she could show her the way out of the forest. Some scout she was. The woman spoke of her owing them something to eat, which Juna could understand. It was probably going to get dark soon anyways and with it, make it harder to travel. Well maybe for the woman and her child anyways. Juna could travel just as fine as night if not for her disliking towards the cold.\n\nShe knew little prey roamed here anymore, but they were still around. Somewhere. The Canifor took an arrow from her quiver before turning towards the trees and considering taking her bow off once she's spotted something.*\"I... I can try... Might not be a lot of animals around but... I'll try to find something...\"*She'd say, adding some emphasis in the word 'try' as she couldn't bring herself to making anymore false promises.\n\nShe'd walk over to the nearest tree, not taking notice in Kyuu's preparation for a chase. Her claws dug into bark, helping her hoist herself up as she'd slowly make progress up the tree while she carefully held onto the arrow. There must have been some birds around here with their gentle song being heard earlier. Maybe a clean enough shot can provide some food even if it was but a small morsel. At least, these were the thoughts that crossed the Canifor's mind.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu's hair's would stand on end as she glared down 'Lady' as she moved towards the trees. It didn't seem like the canifor was making a break for it just yet, but Mizu wasn't about to give her a chance to either.*\n\n*Mizu would approach the tree 'Lady' was climbing and look at her surroundings. There were a few trees nearby that could be leaped onto, but not the most efficient way to escape. Perhaps the canifor was telling the truth about hunting something? Mizu didn't know if the canifor was feigning ignorance or if she really hadn't noticed her fangs and eye color change. Perhaps the canifor doesn't even know what a vampire is? Mizu found the idea amusing and let out a slight chuckle*\n\n*However, the chuckle would be drowned out by Yuzu who would still be crying this entire time. Despite Mizu's efforts to comfort him, he wasn't calming him down. Seemed like the hunger has started to take its toll.* \n\n\"Not sure if any prey would reveal themselves given the crying. Guess we should've tried to go hunting before, but nothing we can do about it now~ Hopefully we get lucky and some animals actually reveal themselves. If not, we might just need to take a bite out of you~\" *She would yell up at the tree, once more hinting at their nature. \n\n*If the canifor still didn't pick up on it, it would likely be safe to assume the canifor had no idea what vampires were. If that was the case, perhaps convincing her to make blood pudding out of her blood might work. It was a common dish in some of the nations Mizu had visited and was particularly a favorite of certain beast tribes, so the canifor might be familiar with it.*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna wasn't sure if Kyuu's words were meant to be a joke or a threat, but given the strange way she was acting, the Canifor didn't want to take any chances. She hauled herself up onto one of the higher branches. At least up here she could try block out some of the crying, but Kyuu was right, the animals were probably long gone by now. Juna gave a sigh.\n\nThe Canifor felt safer here at least and soon enough she'd find herself sitting back on the crook of the tree, staring at the arrow in hand. Her hold was weak, loose even. Juna was tired, tired of a lack of sleep the night before, tired of the long walk to nothing, tired of repeatedly climbing trees and falling from them. Well maybe the last one only happened once recently, but it still ached both physically and mentally. \n\nThe back of her head leaned against the trunk of the tree, the branch of it gently swaying at the breeze. It was almost peaceful enough to fall asleep in. Almost. However, none can break the sound of crying from far below, leaving Juna to keep a steady eye out between the forest floor and the rest of the sky.\n\nShe missed Jace, his companionship would at least fill her with some confidence. Especially in his capabilities of succeeding in hunting where she may fail. Juna could imagine him now, trying to chase off the woman only to get dragged away in response. The Jackal's clear cut distrust of any who went near her only to be calmed by treats. Juna let out a tired laugh, rubbing at the side of her face until she found her head buried into the palm of her hand, the laughter breaking away until there nothing less of tears flowing. It wasn't much, just enough to be wiped away by her hand and supported by the worsened sniffs of cold air.\n\nTrees, so many more trees and a woman that would most likely kill her for leading them astray. It was a wonder how she could even entrust the Canifor to hunt, Juna couldn't even trust herself now. No animals around, it felt impossible.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would watch the canifor climb the tree even further, akin to a squirrel, without any response to her question. Mizu wasn't sure if the canifor was trying to get a better view of the area for hunting, or if she was trying to put some distance between the two of them. To make sure, Mizu would yell up once more*\n\n\"See any prey up there?! Or perhaps another 'settlement'~\"\n\n*Mizu would once more wait for a response, growing more irritated for every second passing by, and Yuzu's crying certainly wasn't helping. A sudden thought suddenly occurred to Mizu, recalling how the canifor had said she was lost in the middle of the woods with the closest settlement being more than a day away.*\n\n\"Say, you don't happen to have any rations on you, do you? Or are you like me and didn't have the chance to pack any food before setting off for the woods?\" \n\n*Unlike vampires who could more easily survive off the land from the blood of animals and travelers, non-vampire travelers would usually bring some food with them, or at least that is what Mizu thought. She wouldn't really know since she had been a vampire her whole life*\n\n\"Have you perhaps heard the phrase 'Sins must be paid in blood'~ I would say you certainly sinned, but your life won't feed me or my child. But perhaps some of your blood will~\" *She would say with a slight grin while licking her lips*\n\n\"Have you heard of blood dishes such as bloodsoup or bloodpudding from where you're from? It might not be much, but a pint should be enough to provide enough sustenance for us to reach the next settlement. I'll even lead you there with my map. Doesn't sound like a bad deal, right?~\"\n\n*As she was saying this, Mizu would slowly take off her shoes and start gently pressing them against the tree while wrapping her tail with Yuzu in it close to her body. She hoped the canifor would accept her deal, but if it turns out she would have to chase the 'squirrel' up the tree, then she shall*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*At Kyuu's question about having any rations, Juna would dip her head slightly.*\"No... I...\"*She paused, remembering her earlier refusal to take the food Addy had offered. Her hand lowered to her waist, feeling a small pouch hanging loosely from there and carefully she would draw it up to stare at it. It felt half full now, however, the scent of dried meat reaching her nose was hard to ignore. She opened the pouch, coming to see the bits or jerky lying within it. Of course, the jerky she was originally gifted to help with training Jace now half gone in the process of teaching him.\n\nHer stomach aroused with hunger at the sight of it. It was an almost saddening thought that she could see herself resulting to eating what last bit of treats that were left for her Jackal, but still, it was food and, surely enough, she owed it to the duo down below.*\"I... Have some jerky... It's not much but... It could help you guys for a few hou-\"*She went cut off, gazing down at Kyuu as she spoke to her in question of having blood dishes. Blood dishes? It was a random topic and surely an uncanny one too. Frankly, Juna had no idea what blood dishes were, but the image of it felt grotesque in her eyes. She remembered a previous lady she met in the forest speaking of blood so casually, even laughing of her jokes around it.\n\nShe said she was a vampire at the time. It made Juna wonder. The Canifor didn't have much time to speak, seeing Kyuu taking off her shoes as if she were planning to climb up the tree too, with a child nonetheless.*\"Wait... Please don't climb up-\"*She said, quickly getting up to her feet so that she could allow her claws to give extra support on the tree. She knew what betrayal the trees of the forest brought and she doubted now would be any different.*\"It... It won't support all of us-\"\n\n*Juna could see the predatory look in the woman's eyes. Maybe she underestimated how long the lady went without food, driven to hunger, ironically enough that being blood, but if the Canifor kept being casted down from trees, she was bound to not have any left. Juna searched the area seeing too large of gaps for jumping. Someone was going to end up hurt if they all tried to fit up here and seeing the ravenous look in Kyuu's eyes, she could see it being herself.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would halt her climb upon hearing the panic in the canifor's voice and smirk*\n\n\"So you could hear me after all~\"\n\n*Mizu would then place her feet back on the ground and put back her shoes. Seemed like Mizu's assumption was correct. Jerky wasn't something she was particularly fond of, but she could tolerate it. Yuzu on the other hand would be incapable of eating such dry food, so one way or another she would need the canifor's blood.*\n\n\"No need to be so scared, I told you I was a cartographer, didn't I?~ I've climbed my share of trees before, unless you're calling me fat~\" *She would say with a taunting pout while putting her hands against her hips.*\n\n\"Well, what are you waiting for? My arms aren't so long that I can grab the jerky from down here~ That said, haven't heard your thoughts about the blood recipes. Blood soup would be best since Ketsu can't eat solid food yet.\"\n\n*To garner some more sympathy, Mizu would fold her ears downward and hold the crying Yuzu close to her face*\n\n\"He's really, really, hungry. Won't you spare some blood\""
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*In all reality Juna could have meant both by the statement she made, especially considering that the branch could barely hold her own weight. Of course she's never said her thoughts aloud, but still she thinks of it. She kept her hold of the trunk, looking down at Kyuu as she watched her ears lower, asking if she could spare any blood.\n\nThe thought alone sickened her, imagining the child eating away at her flesh as if she were some sort of dead animal. Part of her considered that an infant that young wouldn't stop for just blood. Surely they'll eat their fill so long as they allowed them. However, the lowering ears caused Juna to tilt her head a bit. If not for the crying child she could almost imagine Jace doing the same thing when he wanted something from her. Of course it would be wrong to compare the two, but she could see the woman was desperate to the point of needing help in any way. Ways that would hopefully do something more than giving false hope.\n\nJuna sucked in a deep breath of cold air, her claws releasing their hold on the bark before she would finally speak to Kyuu again.*\"No.\"*She said simply. Her tone was soft, yet she made sure it carried down through the wails of the crying child.*\"I don't have any blood soup on me... I don't know where to find any blood soup... And I don't have any blood to spare...\"*The feeling of being honest was partially relieving to her, more relieving than actually having to deny a starving duo. That simply hurt, but a huntress cannot simply give themselves up as tribute when their group mates starved. She simply had to keep trying and, if she failed, well they'll have their meal either way.*\n\n*The mother cared more of her child than the Canifor anyways and Juna had already made the terrible impression for lying to her, so now, all she could do was pay them back in the one way she knew. Hunting.*\"I'll keep searching for animals until nightfall... Try to softening the Jerky for Ketsu until I get back miss...\"*She'd say before eventually loosening her hold on the pouch and tossing it down to the Vampire. There it was. The slight bit of confidence she needed, even if it felt forced, but it was either her mind or her body at this point. Her dad would have hunted for her and her mom when it came down to it. He'd bring home a whole feast for them, well in her fading memories anyways. Now it was her turn.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would look up in surprise at the canifor's response. She would just stand there, staring, for a good number of seconds. So that's her response, how unfortunate thought Mizu.*\n\n*Mizu's eyes eyes would then shine an even brighter red and she would grin, fully revealing her 2 fangs*\n\n\"How nice of you to be honest now~ Unfortunately, it is a bit too late for that. I don't know you that well, and you've broke my trust once. How can I trust that you will not leave the two of us here while you run off on your supposed 'hunt'.\"\n\n\n*Mizu would then take a step onto the tree again, all the while still staring right into the canifor's eyes*\n\n\"You seem like a good person, a fun person infact. I don't often meet fellow travelers, and thought maybe we could even be friends. Alas, my responsibility as mother outweighs my desire for friendship...\"\n\n*Mizu would unwrap the cloth tied around her back and pull a long bright red spear and point it up at the canifor while taking another step up the tree*\n\n\"...So let me rephrase my question. Will you voluntarily offer your blood for my child, or will I need to forcefully take it from you?\" \n\n*At that moment Mizu would let all her bloodlust loose and seep into the air, having no desire to hide her intentions or her nature any longer. She had played long enough, and even though she had promised Ellaine to be better person, her child's wellbeing mattered more to her right now*\n\n\"Choose the former, and all you will lose is a pint of blood. Otherwise... Well, let's not go there if we can~\""
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Her eyes fell on the spear, unmoving as she stared down at the weapon in silence. She could picture her own death from it, impaled by the tip of it, leading to an ungraceful fall from the tree tops. There was no way she was surviving that. The Canifor fell silent, allowing the quiet to ensue as if testing the amount of time she had before the Vampire would inevitably lose her patience.*\n\n\"I know you'll choose your child over me... I'd have done the same if I had bore one, but unlike you... I wouldn't have threatened the one person who had tried to help.\"*Her tail swung gently in the breeze, lowering itself until it was just tucked beneath her.*\"You've already robbed me of my last morsel...\"*She'd say. Juna couldn't help but picture a time when she had last tried to help someone. A man being robbed by a person in armor. She tried to drive the person away, even threatening to shoot an arrow at them.\n\nHowever, her hesitation had failed her and the man was robbed and left without transport at the will of the armored person. She had tried to help an Elf once before only to have them turn around and threaten her with a blade had she not called away her Jackal. She remembered offering her assistance at helping to collect food for a supper only to be turned away the next instance, forewarned of getting hunted down if she treaded the area.*\n\n*It was threat after threat and yet she still tried to help. Why? Maybe those kind hearted enough to see her attempts at paying back more than what she took was enough, but here she was reminded once more that all people ever do is take.*\"You have no reason to trust me nor I to trust you... But I will promise to find something and as a huntress I will fulfill that promise... You can throw the spear but it will miss... I will vanish within the forests and you will never see me again...\"*She'd say, having to bite her lip to prevent what cowardice told her to keep quiet.*\n\n\"I am but a voice you follow...\"*She said.*\"An image you brought for your own security. You throw the weapon I will be gone like the wind... But you best believe that you will find a morsel by your side the coming day... My scent will not be there nor my tracks, but you will know... You will know Lady was there...\"*The only thing Kyuu failed at was given her opportunity, she knew now to be ready for it to be thrown. She would flee and by the time Kyuu came to search for her, she would be gone.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu's grin would grow wider, amused by the false bravado in the canifor's voice. Logically, the canifor's words would make sense, the canifor had tried to help them thus far and had even given up her last bits of food. Mizu was clearly being the unreasonable one asking for more. However, a mother's move is irrational, and Mizu would've been fine starving if it meant her child's belly could be filled. The words of deterrence from the canifor would instead be taken as challenges by the bloodthirsty Mizu*\n\n\"Ah, I feel like I'm being looked down upon in more than one way~\" *She would say with a chuckle*\n\n\"Trust? Me missing? Those are amusing words. You're right I don't trust you, and you don't trust me, but that only means the only one I can trust is myself no? And I have plenty of trust in my aim~\"\n\n*Mizu would then take another step off the ground, with now both her feet on the tree still looking up with hungerful eyes. However, she didn't go up much further. Perhaps a sense of guilt from breaking her promise to Ellaine, or not wanting to kill anyone infront of her child, Mizu would hesitate on her charge.*\n\n\"...I suppose you've been helpful thus far, and had gifted me the last bit of food you have. Why do you have to make this so difficult? Is losing some blood that bad for you? I really don't want to kill you, but I need more than just words and some jerky to put my faith in you...\"\n\n*This time as Mizu looked up, her eyes would display a genuine pained expression unlike her acts thus far. Perhaps she was just greedy, but she had been alone for so long, she really wanted another friend, but she also needed to feed her child. If only she could have the best of both worlds...*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's heart plummeted to the point where she'd thought she would have faint with partial relief. Kyuu may have had faith in her own aim, but Juna hardly had faith in her ability to avoid incoming projectiles. She was nimble but she wasn't a bird that could simply fly away out of reach. Juna gazed down at Kyuu, aware of what frustrations she must feel in deciding between keeping her alive or feeding her child or both, but only the former seemed to be possible in the vampire's eyes. Desperate.\n\nJuna gazed out towards the forest, getting a good look at the empty area around them.*\"I'm only difficult because that's simply nature...\"*Of course from saying that she could have either meant her own nature or nature in general, but she found no need to.*\"And nature can be cruel. It can be cruel to those who are good and even crueler to those who disrespect it... I never take more than what I need... And I can't give more than what I have... You have what food I have... By taking my blood you'd be taking my survivability as well and... It's not at its best right now...\"\n\n*It felt like she was considering herself a weakling and maybe to a certain degree she was, but she needed every bit of her to get out of this forest. Everyday she was losing something of hers. She was glad the shawl still remained, even if it lost its mint condition.*\"I think you are a good mother...\"*She said.*\"You care for your young... More than Mother Nature would...\"*Juna would say in a more thoughtful tone.*\"Mother Nature doesn't always allow weaklings to survive...\"*She said.*\"That's why people help each other... And that's why I'm trying to help you...\"\n\n*Kyuu had once admitted to being an orphan, Juna was too. However, unlike Kyuu she was not raised within the confines of an orphanage, but instead by a loving family who had sought pity on her left for dead in the forest. Nature wouldn't have let her survived, but the Macens did. Juna could see how much Kyuu cared for her child. Juna would hope she could live long enough to do the same for Eggbert. Oh Eggbert, how the time has passed since she's last see them. \n\nAs much as she'd like to think to them, she knew that she'd have to give more before she could get what it is she wish to have, to see once more.*\"I have nothing more than words to give... You leave me stuck upon a tree, forcing me to rely on the luck of a mere bird or squirrel... I cannot give more than I have...\"*She repeated.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu own heart was also beating rapidly, though it wasn't from fear, but rather her fight response. She wanted to kill, she needed to kill, how long had it been since she had a good hunt? The adrenaline pumping through Mizu's veins was slowly eating away at her rationality*\n\n\"You're right, mother nature doesn't allow weaklings to survive. I'm probably more aware of that than anyone alive on the continent. That's why I'm strong, the survival of the fittest is the universal law of the wild. By being strong, I can take what I want and ensure mine and my child's survival. I can help my weak child.\"\n\n*Mizu would motion with her free hand to the wide expanse of the woods around them* \"Are you strong 'Lady'? Strong enough to hunt in these barren woods and bring enough food for not just yourself but two others?\"\n\n*Mizu would then hold up the small morsel of jerky* \"From my perspective you're not. You said you're lost in the woods yet the only bit of food on you is some jerky? Are the only prey you've been able to hunt of so small quantity that you've been barely able to feed yourself this entire time? How can I expect someone like that to bring more~\"\n\n*Mizu would then take a readied stance again, taking another step up the tree* \"You may think you don't have much to give, but in my eyes you can feed my child and I for at least a week.\"\n\n*Mizu would take another step forward, now a quarter way up the tree, pressing her offensive onward* \"Your 'survivability' has nothing to do with me, it would be because you were too weak. Too weak to properly take care of yourself, too weak to defend yourself, too weak to help others. Perhaps I'm being cruel, but that's simply because mother nature is crueler. So as sorry as I am, this is the end for y-\"\n\n*At that moment Yuzu who had been crying and squirming the entire time would bite down on her tail, causing Mizu to let out an embarrassing yelp. She would quickly bring her tail around with a scowl on her face as she coaxed Yuzu to open his mouth*\n\n\"No darling, you can't drink Mommy's blood, you'll get sick...\"\n\n*Thankfully she had pretty thick skin and bones and the tail didn't have much blood anyway, so it didn't seem like Yuzu drank enough of it to get sick. Or so Mizu hoped.*\n\n*Mizu would let out a sigh and reposition her tail behind her. If she could feed her child with her own blood, she would, but the curse wasn't so kind as to let it work that way. However, an idea suddenly popped into Mizu's head, and she looked back up at the canifor with less hostility in her eyes*\n\n\"...You're concerned about your survivability, right? That's why you won't even spare a bit of blood to my child? Then how about I propose another solution. It might revolt you, but it will resolve your concerns about survivability.\"\n\n*Mizu would motion to her slightly bleeding tail that was quickly closing up the bite wounds Yuzu made* \"If you feed my child your blood, I shall let you drink some of mine. I'm aware it sounds disgusting, and if I could feed my child directly I would, but nature isn't so kind as to let that work. My blood seemingly has restorative properties for those that aren't my kind. Would that satisfy you?\""
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna quickly clung to the tree as Kyuu began making her way up, prepared to climb even higher if need be, though upon seeing Kyuu having to stop to tend to her child, a realization occurred to the Canifor. She was stuck. Not herself but Kyuu. It would be near impossible for her to get all the way up to where Juna was with her having to tend to child as well. Juna lowered her hands, bringing them near her sides as she tried to shield them from the cold with her shirt.*\"Miss I'm afraid to say that you and I are both aware most of the animals have been scared off from the crying...\"*And bargaining nonetheless she wanted to add. Juna was never one to bargain that much whether it was for her sake or someone else's. The thought almost brought her back to the Goblins, but she quickly shook it away.\n\nShe figured Kyuu knew what misfortune they had brought upon themselves in this stalemate, but she doubted she cared so much as she found some sort of food for her child. She watched the Vampire try to stop her child from eating at her, not quite sure what's become of them. After all, the Canifor knew little of vampires. At Kyuu's offer of her own blood for the Canifor's, Juna grimaced, drawing her head away to stop herself from gagging in the view of the desperate mother.*\"No miss... Please, that's not-\"*Did Juna really need to explain her disliking of tasting blood, the mere thought of sending her into a spiral of a grotesque feeling. She could think of several things she'd rather do than such, one of which taking her chances down below, but no she instead shook her head in response and sat back atop the tree.*\n\n*It felt cruel to punish the child in her inability to give away what rightfully belonged to her. She sat there and thought for a moment, thought of considering, thought of simply leaving. She tapped at her arrow, finding herself staring at the tip of it. It could have been so easy and yet, the Canifor couldn't bring herself to do it. It was odd to think they could have been halfway to the town by now if not for the woman's insistence on Juna providing for her child, almost worsened by the woman's willingness of giving away something Juna couldn't bring herself to take.\n\nAnd so she sat there in silence, pondering over her predicament. She may be considered a liar now, but she wasn't lying on her inability to come up with ideas, much less one that satisfied the both of them, but maybe patience really was a virtue. She'd cross her legs in a more cross crossed position, partially wrapping her tail around the branch as she removed her bow from around her and notched the arrow in it. She stared out into the forest and sat and waited.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu's heart sank upon seeing the canifor shake her head. So that's how it was doing to be...*\n\n\"I had thought beggars can't be choosers... But I suppose you don't feel as desperate as me.\"\n\n*She would look up to the canifor with a sad smile but still ever-hungry eyes. Her tail would completely curl up into a ball of fur around her child, prioritizing stability and defense over comfort*\n\n\"Sorry sweetie, please endure it for a couple of minutes. Mommy needs to move swiftly\"\n\n*Mizu would then start running up the tree with frightening speed. No more words were said, cus there was no need. They've both made clear their stances and neither of them were willing to budge.*\n\n*In Mizu's eyes the canifor was the unreasonable one. The canifor would've been able to survive, and even maintain their health if she could just endure the disgust of consuming blood, but it would seem the canifor prioritized their own comfort over practicality. The canifor was asking her to just trust that she could hunt when all this time she had failed to do so, and only had some jerky as any proof of potential hunting skill. The canifor had also lied to her and led them astray.*\n\n*Mizu would let out a slight sigh as she extended her spear toward the canifor as she ran toward her, now halfway up the tree. She wish she didn't get to know 'Lady' It would make hunting her so much easier if she was just viewed as some prey. It also appeared that the canifor was preparing to defend herself, having pulled out a bow and arrow. All of this was a pain for Mizu, not the fun hunt she was hoping to have. But for her child, it was a pain she was willing to endure.*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna scanned the forest floor, taking the moment of alone time to truly get a better look without the stress of a hungry mother on her back. Her index pressed against the shaft of the arrow, ears twitching for the faintest sound of wildlife. She kept silent, allowing the sound of crying to drown out in her ears to the faintest sound of animals scuttling about. Patience. The moving of feet, the shifting of undergrowth as the smallest animal sought escape from the terrifying group, fleeing, fleeing from the scene. \n\nJuna kept her gaze locked on the small mouse-like animal, watching it with cat like intensity from the distance she sat away from the grounded creature. She drew the string back to her bow, taking a deep breath as she tried to retain calm. Hitting a creature that small would be difficult, but she simply needed to choose her shot.\n\nShe sat there, aiming at the creature, unbeknownst to the woman making her way up towards her. It came as a silent rustle, soon growing to a louder and louder disturbance. Her gaze broke away from the animal, turning to see the progress Kyuu had made in a feeling of shock. Her heart beat rapidly, not expecting the mother to close distance in this time.*\"*For a moment things seemed to slow for her, between the angered mom and frightened prey.\n\nThe Canifor fell still, her ears folding back on themselves as the feeling of fight or flight flowed through her. It would have usually resulted in flight, however, unless she could actually fly that wouldn't have been the best option for her. Her fingers quivered along the string of the bow with her time quickly running out. The aim becoming shaky as it shifted from its target.*\n\n*The spear remained etched at the edge of the Canifor's vision, threatening her will to not do everything in her power to get away from this woman. Her grip tightened, muscle flexing and sure enough she'd let the arrow fly. It whizzed through the air towards the unknowing creature, vanishing into the ferns with it. \n\nJuna had no clue of whether or not it hit, but she didn't have time. Her hand went to her waist, grabbing the dagger that sat there. She doubted she'd be able to fight with it, but it wasn't what she was planning on using it for.*\"Please, stop-\"*She yelped.*\"We'll all fall-\""
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu keenly watched as the canifor took aim with her bow. As expected, a cornered rat would fight back. But that didn't matter, she was going to feed her child one way or another. She would be about three-quarters up the tree at this point, getting closer and closer to striking range. She would watch as the canifor took aim and set the arrow flying. She scoffed at the canifor's aim, seeing the air fly through the air nowhere near her.*\n\n\"And you expected me to trust you to hunt with aim like tha-\" \n\n*A sharp yelp would be heard and Mizu would suddenly stop in her tracks and quickly turning her head in the direction of the sound. Her nostrils would flare up and her mouth would salivate, picking up the scent of the thing her and her child desperately needed. Blood.*\n\n*With her sharp nose she should focus on the source of the scent and dead mouse, pierced by the canifor's arrow. Despite the stress of Mizu coming up to hunt her, not only did the canifor still prioritize on hunting food but also successfully hit her target...*\n\n*She would give a sideways glance to the canifor who had now taken out her dagger and then back to the mouse. Perhaps the canifor was just lucky, both in their shot and that prey had shown itself just now. But Mizu considered luck an important skill to have as well*\n\n\"...It looks like I owe you an apology. Perhaps I was a bit brash\"\n\n*She would turn around and start climbing down the tree again. As she reached the ground she would wrap up her spear and put it on her back once more and loosen her tail's grip over Yuzu. She would step away from the tree and look up to 'Lady'*\n\n\"...I'm sorry for trying to hunt you. I won't excuse it by saying I was desperate and that you would do it also if you had a child. In the end I fully intended to take your life. Even still, I see there is some truth in what you said about being a skilled a hunter, and that you had chosen to hunt prey instead of defend yourself against me has shown me your good nature.\"\n\n*Mizu would then take a deep breath and sit down*\n\"I shall put my trust in you and wait here. So please, go out and hunt for me and my child.\""
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Kyuu definitely owed her more than an apology for trying to kill her, yet Juna couldn't do so much as let a word out. With an exhausted, albeit relieved sigh, Juna allowed her head to rest itself along the trunk of the tree, whispering silent thank you's to nature for the sake of it providing one measly mouse for her. She was starting to get too lucky with nature, it was bound to run out at some point, but she's already accepted that she was at Nature's mercy and nature decided to let her hunt another day.\n\nIt took her a long while to consider the fact that Kyuu was allowing her to come down from the tree, her arms quivering and sore from that one shot alone. How long has it been since she's last hunted? Probably since she first left Salvania to come here. The realization concerned her. She grabbed at the branches to begin her descent down with such shakiness that she felt as if she'd fall on the way. The branches groaned under her weight, threatening to give way but sure enough nature had allowed her a peaceful descent back to the earth.\n\nAt first, she didn't say anything to Kyuu as she walked over to her kill. She brushed back the ferns gently, noting the arrow shot directly through its torso. Dead. A clean kill. She grabbed the shaft of the arrow, removing it from the prey with such familiarity that she couldn't help but miss the times when the forest were full of life. She closed her eyes, eventually turning her head back towards Kyuu but not daring to meet her gaze, never daring to.*\n\n\"There is food here if you need it... I will return...\"*Juna never said when she would return, deciding to take the stressful weight she's been putting herself to find something in such limited time off her shoulders. She would return. Never promising with food, never promising soon. Simply return. The Canifor rose back up to her full height before turning away. She'd walk off from the two, feeling the sense of cold once more brushing along her arms and forcing her back into the reality of winter. One more hunt.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would take the dead mouse and simply nod. In reality she felt plenty of unease in her heart, as she wasn't used to trusting others. Perhaps becoming a mother had weaken her both mentally and physically. Alas, she had decided to stop relying on her animalistic tendencies and instead be more humane*\n\n\"We shall be waiting. Don't take too long though~\" *She would a smile, reverting back to her more playful nature to ease the tension in the air. She would watch has the canifor walked away and simply continue cradling Yuzu.*\n\n*She would squeeze out some of the blood from the mouse, of which there was very little, but it would seemingly be enough to calm him down for the time being. He was also pretty exhausted from all the crying and lack of food anyway. Still, she would let out a sigh of relief, having missed the silence of the woods.*\n\n*For herself, she would consume the jerky the canifor had provided. It wasn't tasty, but as she had told the canifor, beggars can be choosers. As for the body of the mouse, there was still miniscule amount of blood inside, but was worth the effort.*\n\n*Instead she would toss it out into the open and instead focus on concealing herself with the nearby underbrush. No point in waiting helplessly after all. Perhaps mother nature would be kind enough and have a predator approach the bait, attracted by the scent of a kill. Other than that, all she could do was wait...*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Time would pass, the darkness eating away at the forest with the coming of night. It was a much colder time and even now few animals arose to give their nightly song. The Canifor had not yet returned, time drawing out with each passing moment she had remained out of the sight. Perhaps she could have found her way back to town now, finding comforts in the housing of civilization, but no, she said she'd return and sure enough the Canifor eventually would.\n\nMoving as a shadow against the darkness, the Canifor would gradually make her way towards Kyuu from the side suggesting that she must have gone at least a quarter circle around the forest. In her hand, though hard to see for any normal eyes, was a limp rabbit. It was most likely one too busy fattening itself up for the winter without realizing a predator near. Juna would carefully place it on the ground a short distance from the vampire as if the Canifor couldn't bring herself to move any closer. Placing it down, she would take a couple steps back and tug at the shawl around her shoulders for warmth.*\"It was all I could find... Most animals have returned to their homes for the night...\"*Just like Juna should have some time ago and yet she remained out here in her unintentionally extended search through the forest.*\n\n*She walked over to one of the trees, leaning against it as the aching feeling surged across her back before she could let out an exhale of air and allow herself to slowly lower to the ground. She sat across from Kyuu, the gap between being either a sign of her timidity or her caution. It seemed she needed both out here. At the very least she completed one of her promises. Now it's simply time to find a way to return home, have a hearty meal, and maybe finally get some rest with the comfort of her Jackal near her. It was a blissful thought that warmed her a bit against the cold. She brought her legs close to her, wrapping her arms around them as a sort of shield against the breeze. Such a peaceful night, considering all that has happened.*"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu's heart would flutter with relief upon picking up on the scent of the killed rabbit as 'Lady' approached. She would reveal herself from her hiding locating so as to not let the canifor believe she had left. She would approach and pick up the rabbit. Looking over it, she would smile at seeing the amount of fat it had*\n\n\"No, this is more than enough to feed my child. I was wrong to doubt your abilities. Thank you\"\n\n*She would pull out a knife and would skin the rabbit with relative ease, a task she was very familiar with. She would then tear the lean meat of the rabbit along with the fat, and grind them together till it became soft and tender. She would then further breaking it down into smaller pieces and feed it to her child. Thankfully Yuzu had inherited her hardy stomach and didn't need to cook the meat. Yuzu would nibble on the food and for the first time upon meeting up with the canifor, smile. The smile was infectious and Mizu would also smile down upon her child, a loving smile*\n\n*After Yuzu had eaten his fill he would quickly fall asleep. Satsified, Mizu would turn her attention back to the canifor*\n\n\"There isn't much left, but there is still some of the intestines and organs of the rabbit if you wish to eat. I'm sure you're exhausted from your hunt\" *She would say as she pushed the remaining bits of the rabbit toward the canifor. Her tail would be wagging, indictive of her much more pleasant mood. It would seem all hostilities she had bore before had vanished after feeding her child*\n\n\"I suppose we should head to the next town after this. Looking at my map, it will be about a two day journey. Shall I lead you there? Though I get the impression you aren't actually lost~\""
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna gazed over to Kyuu, taking in her sudden change of mood with a slight feeling of curiosity. It was rather odd how quickly one can turn when a child was involved. Is this what motherhood is like? Juna isn't even the mother here and even she felt exhausted from it. Caring for animals were much easier it seemed. At least, in her eyes anyways. She watched Kyuu skin away the rabbit, something she was often used to when having food cooked, but sure enough the two ate it as is, which caused Juna to look away as they did.\n\nAt Kyuu's offer of having what remained of the rabbit, Juna would offer a half smile before saying:*\"No no... It's fine... You should keep it in case you get hungry later...\"*Them getting hungry again was the last thing she wanted, even thinking about it causing the smile to fade away. Besides, it wasn't like she was going to eat the organs anyways. In fact it was the one thing removed when preparing the animal, but she wouldn't state it aloud for the sake of seeming wasteful.\n\nShe scanned the forest with a sleepy gaze. Juna had to admit, it had been a while since she's got any good sleep, but even now she couldn't bring herself to give way to exhaustion. Sleepless, maybe even partially insomniac after going a day or so without it already. Either way, she doubts she'd be able to sleep through the night and in being an early riser, she didn't want to miss the sun beginning its journey across the sky.*\"I'll keep watch...\"*She'd say, the words sounding foreign to her as she had never found herself doing such nor did she consider why others do it. There was a first for everything, however. Maybe she'll come to understand the purpose for staying up in the night. With Kyuu teasing over whether or not she actually knew where she was going, she'd give a smile.*\"Who knows?\"*She asked.*\"Nature... Likes to work in mysterious ways and I along with it.\""
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"author": "Ashnard",
"message": "*\"That, and so much more,\"* The auspicious Lord affirmed, a half-smile flickering at the corners of his jowls. His embellished dreadlocks shimmered under the dim light of his hallway and cast a refined- almost *Elegant* Hue of silver and gold upon his charcoal fur, the scarred bestial visage incongruous to a Lymian noble. \"Surely it must seem out of place to you; a canifor Lord in Silnari lands. Worry not, many of my peers find it just as unbecoming, and they are *Not* Shying away from voicing such thoughts. Not that I mind, of course. All change comes with strife after all, don't you agree?\"\n\nHe stole a step closer, this time removing one leather glove and reaching with a paw closer to Jace. For a moment, the foreboding waft of sulphur lingered, yet was promptly replaced by a much more soothing waft of pines and lavender, dried in a autumn grove. Slowly, hesitantly, the small jackal sniffed at his hand and eased its apprehensive snarls, enough to even let him brush a thumb atop its head before he'd pull back. \"Fascinating, isn't it? Beasts may not understand the world like sentient men do, yet they *Feel* It better than most of us do.\" \nThe Lord moved near one of the walls, pressing his gloveless palm against its surface; old stone, embellished in obsidian and mahogany. He sighed.\n\"The hill this manor was built upon was once a place for primeval worship. The beasts know. The stones remember. We have forgotten.\"\n\nHis intense crimson gaze focused back on Juna, head arching forward.\n\"Tell me girl, do you pray to any gods?\""
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna tried to remain lax as the Lord came to pet her Jackal, trying to not feed her own worries into him. Her gaze didn't avert from his hands or rather paws were they? Most beastkin had them and yet she could only feel different from her lack of. Still though, she couldn't help staring for a while as he continued to ask her questions. The scent of sulphur fading and soon giving rise to something she was more accustomed to allowed her to calm her worries for the time being and so, allowing her ears to raise once more, she'd listen. He spoke of how strange it must be for her to see a Canifor Lord in Silnari, which Juna wouldn't doubt to be strange yet, as sheltered as she was from the reality of conflict, she couldn't come to understand what the Beastkin meant.*\"Yes... I suppose it does...\"*She'd say to agree with the Canifor.*\"I believe it's more strange for me to... Properly meet another Canifor... Let alone a lord... It's... It's actually my first time coming to Lymia...\"\n\n*With the Lord walking off to one of the walls, Juna would dare cast a glance at him. He felt along the manor interior, speaking of the place's history and of something the beasts knew. The beasts? Juna couldn't tell if he was speaking of the animals, or other Beastkin, or even himself, but she could at least tell that this place must have quite a history for him to speak of it in such away.*\n\n*When he turned back, she'd flinch from his gaze, part of it from being caught staring while he spoke. He asked if she prayed to any gods and to that, she wasn't sure what to answer. She wasn't even quite sure which he'd consider true gods. The Canifor found herself thanking the deities of nature, but to some, they may see them as simply nonexistent. She gave a small pat to her Jackal's head before eventually answering.*\"Sometimes...\"*Juna began.*\"Sometimes I pray for... Good fortune when hunting... Especially around this time of year...\"*She wasn't sure if it was the answer he was going looking for, but if he really hunted as the Mistress had once told her, maybe he would understand.*"
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"author": "Ashnard",
"message": "\"Oh, Lymia's not so bad... Once you get used to Silnari viewing themselves above you and having a stick up their arse at all times,\" The Lord quipped, letting a low chortle. \"But meeting another *Canifor*?\" His head arched lower as though to subtly sniff at Juda, perplexed. \"Yes, your scent resembles a canifor and you have ears like one... But you look different than any kin I've known. Where are you from, girl? You make it sound as though you've *Never* Seen another kin.\"\n\nHe folded his hands behind his back and straightened his posture once more, frowning at Juna's answer. He did not seem displeased, but rather perplexed, for one reason or another. \"A hunter, are you? Of course, any divine boon would help in seeking prey. I've done some hunting of my own, even though I doubt our targets were quite the same.\" The Lord pivoted aside, opening the way toward the rest of the hallway, including his own study and upper rooms. \"Ah, but I believe I've stalled you long enough. By all means, feel free to explore my humble abode. Or perhaps I could offer you some of the finer beverages I can offer. Silnari *Do* Brew some fine wine and brandy, that much I'll admit.\""
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"I'm from...\"*Juna paused, having think it over for a bit of how to describe where exactly she came from. She supposed the Canifor wouldn't know much of the small town hundreds of miles away from Lymia, so she decided to keep it more general.*\"Just a small town some ways away from here...\"*She'd say, deciding not to emphasize her home set apart from the rest so that it could be closer to the forests and nature. Of course it was her parents' choice, she was simply lucky for it.*\"I... Didn't grow up with Canifors and... It's pretty rare that I ever see one...\"*She'd say, scratching at her head. Juna considered saying that her meetings were typically not the most pleasant, but she didn't want to insult him in doing so.*\"Well... I just... Rarely ever see one.\"*The Canifor finished, changing up where she was going with the sentence which only served to make it sound more awkward.\n\nWith the frown he gave to her response, Juna wasn't sure to take it as she answered it wrong or merely looked idiotic from it. Maybe he found it upsetting, however, whatever thoughts clouded her mind seemed to fade away as he questioned if she were a hunter and explained his own experience with it. So he was a hunter as the mistress said or maybe was one. Well that answered one question, though his explanation of the targets he caught made her wonder if the other part of what Mercy said was true. No, surely he wouldn't hunt down another beastkin. At least she hoped so anyways.*\n\n*As the Lord opened up the rest of the hallway, allowing her to continue her exploration, she would look out towards the rest of the mansion she had yet to see. It was a wonder how she'd ever find her way out of this place. Well she could think of a few ways anyways. When he offered her drinks, she would give a soft shake of her head.*\"No thank you...\"*She'd answer quietly. Half of the reason was that she didn't have an interest in his offer and the other being the extra hospitality that she'd rather not have him concern over.*\"I... I think Mercy might... Have everything all set up for dinner... I wouldn't want to ask any more from you...\"*She'd explain, dipping her head before looking back down the hall that remained unexplored. Surely there was still time until dinner, right?*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna heaved a quiet sigh, her heart slowing down in being met by a more relaxed breath of air. She scanned the open fields for any sign of the farmers, disappointed in not seeing anyone else around. Juna couldn't blame them. Who would want to be out in all this snow?*\"Do you... Think Eggbert hatched without me...?\"*She asked solemnly. Part of her was tempted to slop through the gate in order to go see them, the other was hesitant in the idea of potentially trespassing.*"
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"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"I don't think so considering you would have received a letter of some sort or you would've felt a maternal instinct if you will\" *She would say as she also caught her breath, breathing on her hands and rubbing them together to warm them up a bit despite them being in gloves*"
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*'Maternal instinct...?' She thought to herself. Juna wondered if that's what brought her out here in the first place, considering her disliking towards the cold. Come to think of it, there were quite a few things she's been doing that seemed rather out of character for her.*\"I haven't heard from them for months now...\"*She murmured, her tail flicking back and forth behind her anxiously.*\"What if... Something happened to Eggbert...\"*She thought aloud before quickly shaking her head to and fro.*\"Sorry... I shouldn't have brought you all the way out here on a whim...\""
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Aaaaaaah!~ Juuuuunaaaaaa!!~\"\n*The young cleric would yell as she bounded down the road, eyes all sparkles; wearing her usual bright smile. Behind her she lugged a large-ish burlap sack, the insides shuffling around audibly as she barrelled towards the pair. She drew to a stop in front of them, hopping on the spot as she lost her balance for a moment.*\n\"Hey again!~ You got that letter too?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Cecilia...?\"*Juna asked in a tone of surprise as she watched the Cleric race over towards them. She'd find herself taking a step back as the cleric nearly lost her balance, coming to wonder what had caused her to move so hastily. At the mention of a letter, Juna's fur would spike up anxiously.*\"A letter? What letter? Was it for Eggbert? They're okay right?\"*She'd ask, bombarding her with questions.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Addy would watch the two converse, feeling a slight sense of relief now that Juna's friend had arrived although she could still tell that Juna was quite anxious*"
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Beans** Leveled up!\n **|** Extra rewards were added for missing levels"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*She'd nod hastily, her excitement bubbling as she spoke.*\n\"Yeah, it was for the little guy! He's supposed to hatch soon~\"\n*The cleric chirped, her shoulders bouncing happily as her eyes continued to twinkle.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Soon? How soon?\"*She yelped. Part of Juna was hoping it was just her hysteria, but Eggbert was about to hatch now? She wasn't even sure if she was actually ready for it. What if something happened to them when they hatched or what if the cold ended up being too much? No it was too soon, not now, not in the middle of winter!*\"Now soon or... Or later soon...?\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Addy would try to calm Juna down by rubbing her back to indicate that everything will be okay and she should take a few deep breaths*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"I dunno, they just said soon~ I'm sure it was the lady we spoke to last time! C'mon, we gotta go se-\"\n*Cecilia caught herself in her excitement for a moment as she noticed the new person, tilting her head quizzically.*\n\"Who's this? A friend?~\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna decided to take a deep breath to calm herself down. Eggbert was about to hatch. That was a good thing. Yes, she should be excited. Why, was she nervous? With Cecilia asking about Addy, Juna would look over at the Cleric.*\"Oh- Cecilia... Meet Adeliza. She's been... Helping me out this past winter while I've been waiting for Eggbert.\"*She'd introduced before turning to look at Addy.*\"Addy, this is Cecilia... The friend I mentioned-\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"It's nice to meet you\" *She'd say with a polite yet friendly smile as she waved at her*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Hullo!~ Nice to meet'cha too~\"\n*She nodded with a giggle, waving back. Quickly noticing how on-edge Juna seemed to be, she'd dig around in her bag - producing a sweet-smelling pastry wrapped in a paper packaging, and offering it to the canifor.*\n\"Here, eat this~ It'll give you some energy~\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*The smell of the pastry caught Juna's nose first before it was soon revealed to her from its packaging with Cecilia offering it to her. There was always something about the sweet smell of dough and pastries that seemed to catch the Canifor's attention.*\"What is it...?\"*She'd ask hesitantly.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Do you like baking too?\" *Addy would ask innocently. Juna would know Addy loves baking and cooking since she did it all the time when Juna stayed at her house*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"It's a yum-yum!~\"\n*Again she chirped, placing the package in Juna's hands and beaming.*\n\"Mm? Oh, a little~ Not often though, I'm not usually near a stove...\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would slowly bite into it as the two conversed, her fur gradually lying down flat once more as she ate at the pastry ravenously. It was gone in moments, leaving little more than a few crumbs as evidence of it being there. Swallowing down, she'd say:*\"Thanks Cecilia... I...Needed that... I'm just nervous about Eggbert... I...I don't think I know how to take care of an Airstrider...\""
}
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{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"We should bake together sometime then\" *She'd say as her eyes lit up as she found a commonality between them and also at the thought that she would have a new friend* \"Well you'll have all of us here to support you in raising and taking care of the young one\" *She'd say to try to reassure Juna*"
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*Cecilia nodded to Adeliza, pulling out another pastry and offering it to her. She cooed softly as she nodded, patting Juna's head gently.*\n\"You'll be ok~ Addy's right, we'll be here for you~ Anyway, the lady said that the big Airstrider was tending to the little guy, so it won't just be you~\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would slowly take the pastry, letting out a quiet sigh as she stared at it.*\"Alright...\"*She murmured. They had a point. At least she wasn't alone in having to care for a bird. A bird of all things, the last animal she would have thought to know how to care for. After taking the time to calm down, Juna decided it was best to try to relax around the Airstriders when she goes to visit Eggbert, last thing she'd want would be to start a panic among all of them.*\"We... We should go see Eggbert... I...Don't think the hatching will wait for us...\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Addy would nod as she waited for Cecilia to lead the way*"
}
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Yeah, let's go!~ You remember the way, Juna? I kinda do...\"\n*She confessed with a nervous giggle, pressing her fingers together bashfully. She had a bit of a problem with remembering directions, hence she always carried a map... Which had been ripped up by a stray dog very recently...*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would cast her gaze out towards farm from where they stood behind the fence.*\"We may have to walk around to the opposite side... It'll... Take some time, but maybe we can hurry over before it's too late-\"*She said lashing her tail to and fro. Before waiting for either to respond, she'd incline her head in the direction and murmur:*\"Lets go-\"*Eventually taking off along the fence line to head in the direction they originally entered from.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Addy would follow quickly behind so that she wouldn't lose Juna, knowing she'd be in quite a hurry given the current circumstances*"
}
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*She'd follow behind, her smile with a tinge of concern. Cecilia had worked out now that Juna was a timid creature, and was probably letting herself get worked up, but the worry plagued her mind as well - what if the little one is unwell, or worse...? She pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind for now, plucking from her deep well of good nature to brighten her spirits for a little while longer.*"
},
{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "\"Mmh, ah! They're here!\"\n*The brayer would hum in excitement, her attention turned away from her stitching work as she noticed the familiar trio - or rather, a familiar duo and a new face. She'd open up the barn door, calling them over as she waved to them.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*As they neared the entrance of the ranch, Juna would catch sight of the familiar brayer, her heart fluttering in her chest with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Eventually nearing the Brayer, Juna would gaze up towards her, saying with panted breath:*\"Are we too late... Did... Did they hatch yet...?\"*Exhaustion was beginning to take its toll on her from all this running from the thick snow, but they were so close now, surely they couldn't be late already.*"
}
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{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "\"Not quite yet, dear... The shell's all cracked, though~ Little guy's been making his way out slowly~\"\n*She'd hum softly, tapping her bovine nose gently and winking.*\n\"But before any of that, you're coming inside and warming up! Look at you, you're practically freezing to death...\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would flick attentively at the mention of the shell cracking, surely there wouldn't be much time until Eggbert fully hatched.*\"I'm fine, really- do you... Do you think we can go see them?\"*She'd ask, trying to suppress the initial cold she had felt from the whole trip here for the sake of seeing Eggbert before it was too late. She couldn't match the Bovine's calmness over the topic, perhaps the lady had much more experience in it.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Addy would put her hand on Juna's shoulder in a reassuring way trying to calm her down* \"I think she's right, you should head on inside to warm up a little bit. After all, it's been a long journey and a little bit of warmth can't hurt. But right after that we can go see Eggbert, all right?\" *She'd say as she offered a reassuring smile*"
}
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{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*The cleric would follow a few steps behind, containing her excitement with extreme difficulty, the anticipation giving her chills. She'd only seen the chickens on their estate hatch before, and that alone was incredible. To see a creature as beautiful as an Air Strider...*"
},
{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "*As Juna approached the stableroom, Wrynith would poke her head out and give a low trill in greeting, the Air Strider seeming to recognise Juna and nuzzling her gently.*\n\"She likes you already! Usually it takes a couple of visits for the old girl to be that friendly...\"\n*Mallie would chime in with enthusiasm, beckoning the other two inside.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would close her eyes as the bird nuzzled her, soon giving the Airstrider a hesitant pat in return. The Canifor was never sure how to interact with birds especially ones as large as these, but she could only hope she was doing everything right.*\"Hello Wrynith...\"*She'd say in a quiet tone to not spark too much excitement.*\"Have you been doing alright?\"*The Canifor knew the bird wouldn't be able to answer, but its happiness was enough for her as she would slowly sit herself down on the ground to be more at level with the egg. All this rushing here and finally it was happening. Slowly but surely of course, but Juna felt a slight sense of calm wash over her as her tail would wrap itself around her.*"
}
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{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "*Mallie returned a gentle smile, sensing Juna's tension and offering her a blanket.*\n\"For the little one~ You'll be alright, dear, just make sure she gets lots of food and drink until she can walk properly~\""
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"It'll be OK, Juna! We're here to help!\"\n*The cleric assured her, raising her arms and giggling happily.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well in terms of drink, water would work but wouldn't we need some type of milk as well since that's typically what young ones drink? And in terms of food, what would you recommend?\" *She'd say as she began making mental notes as well as writing some things down in a book that she brought, being careful to make sure Azura stayed in her bag*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would remain raised in listening to the two of them, asking quietly:*\"Would it be okay... For me to stay here with her... Until she's strong enough to travel...?\"*Her ears would soon droop on her head as she would take the blanket and place it around herself. Maybe the exhaustion from running all the way here was starting to catch up to her with the warmth of the room. She gazed down at Eggbert, watching the happy young hatchling with a feeling of warmth residing in her chest. Her tail would slowly wag back and forth across the ground where she remained crouched by the bird.*"
}
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{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "\"Milk, hm? Not for Air Strider, no~ They'll eat solid foods from the get-go. Usually mice or other smaller animals is good foe young'uns, but they'll eat any sort of meat~\"\n*Mallie would explain as she tapped her little snout gently, grimacing slightly at the thought of her employer's strict rules around feeding. Her expression warmed once again at Juna's question, however, crouching beside the Canifor and rubbing her back gently.*\n\"Of course you can, dear~ We have a couple spare rooms you can use, but the boss will have to give the ok. That shouldn't be hard, though~\""
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "*The cleric would crouch down as well, giving the little bird a drink from her waterskin as she giggled along.*\n\"That'd be nice! I can come visit more if you're here, Juna~\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"I'm not sure how long I'll be able to stay for but Azura and I can come visit you every now and then\" *She'd say with a supportive smile*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Thank you...\"*She'd murmur to the two, her shoulders slumping forward.*\"I'm sorry to drag you out here I... I thought something bad would happen to Eggbert...\"*Juna fell silent once more, allowing herself to adjust to the idea that the Airstrider will be fine now.*\"Eggbert...\"*She'd repeat as the name crossed her mind. Eggbert was no longer in their egg now.*\"I suppose it's... Not the most appropriate name for her now...\"*Juna would say with a tired laugh.*"
}
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{
"author": "retro109",
"message": "\"Time for a new one, then? Maybe I'll have something to put on your documents, then~...\"\n*Mallie giggled softly, fetching a few documents, printed on a tough-looking paper. She handed Juna one, beaming as she explained.*\n\"This is just a courtesy, to make sure the boss knows where the food and bedding was allocated. He won't mind, don't worry~\""
},
{
"author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf",
"message": "\"Juna! What're you gonna name her??\"\n*The cleric would prod her companion impatiently, but attempting to be gentle as she asked, realising how sentimental this situation must have been for the little Canifor.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would take the parchment, staring down at it before turning her gaze to the small bird. What would she call her now? For a while she sat there with the tip of her quill sitting just above the paper. After some time of thinking, she would begin to write along it, curving and tracing out each letter on the paper with tender-loving care. J. U. N. I. P. E. R. She moved the quill away, staring at the letters as a smile crept up on her face.*\"Juniper...\"*Juna would say fondly before looking back at the hatchling.*\"I'll name her Juniper.\""
}
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "*The silver shadow, one of many rough and tough bars in the greater realms. Populated by scum and lowlife, it held a particular reputation as a violent place, mostly due to the illegal fighting ring that often went on inside. But more than that, the Silver Shadow was a place for criminals and thugs to gather, have a drink, and beat the ever loving crap out of each other.*\n\n*Getting into the spirit of things was a blond man of Kitsune origin. A drink in one hand, he stumbles onto the stage, glancing back and forth between the bodies and what seemed like a man he knew.*\n\"Well then, looks like i'm up...\"\n\n*He'd give a smirk, throwing the bottom of his glass up and downing the remains. Then carelessly tossing the thing off stage, to shatter and be cleaned by some poor janitor.*\n\"You seem tough. Show me a good time would ya?\""
},
{
"author": "Misha",
"message": "*Misha watched the kitsune enter the fighting area, taking a second to recognize his acquaintance. This was not good, he did not want Horace to find out about this 'disguise'. However, he did not let his slight concern show, instead a defiant smile rose on his lips, leaving his slightly sharp fangs exposed.*\n\n\"Another one wants to get his ass kicked?\"\n\n*The man raised his fists to his front, black gloves covering even the beginning of his fingers. The elf could see the blood of some of the men who were defeated on his opponent's tanned fingers. Misha would definitely have fun with his friend, Horace would probably understand later, if he ever found out he was Mai.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "*The fox would bring his obsidian black hands together, cracking his almost metallic fingers together as he seems to warm up. His eyes lock on his panther opponent as he tilts his head. The particular crack of his neck ringing out.*\n\"Bold words. Trust me, I wont go down easy like these chumps.\"\n\n*The Kitsune watches the gesture, almost scoffing at her attempts at intimidation. He'd loosen himself up, bringing his fists close to his face as he approaches.*\n\"Heads up would ya?\""
}
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "*A clean block, Horace could admit that much. But his opponent lacked imagination in his attacks. Or perhaps the Kitsune was too extravagant himself. With a fist flying to his face, the blond would slip it by ducking down. Using what brief opening there was to send an uppercut up against Misha's chin.*\n\"Gotta try hardee than that!\""
},
{
"author": "Misha 'Mai' Bloodthorn",
"message": "*Misha didn't think long before he put one foot back and leaned his body to avoid the fox's sneak attack. Things were really getting fun, he just hoped his time undercover wasn't nearing its end. Taking advantage of the movement, the cat rotated his body so he could use his foot to aim at Horace's jaw.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "*And harder he'd certainly try, as the stranger would slip his punch and return with his own powerful attack. An attack Horace couldn't find himself able to dodge, as it makes contact and sends him flying.*\n\n*Collapsing on the floor with a thud, he glares back up at Misha, before smirking.*\n\"That was good! Do it another hundred times and we might get somewhere!\"\n\n*The blond would seem to wipe away a trail of blood from his lip, as he stumbles back to his feet, hands up in a guard.*"
},
{
"author": "Misha 'Mai' Bloodthorn",
"message": "\"Hah! I think the fox talks too much and does too little!\"\n\n*He didn't worry about his friend at the moment, well, he didn't worry because he knew he could handle it. If anyone was iron, it was Horace. And Mai had seen that more times than she wished.*\n\n*In an offensive stance, Misha approached the kitsune, keeping one of his feet forward while one of his hands flew toward his belly, hitting it full on.*\n\n\"Stay focused, ***Horace!***\""
}
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{
"author": "Misha 'Mai' Bloodthorn",
"message": "*Misha's eyes showed Mai's for a brief second. In fact, they were always the same, the same blue gaze that drowned anyone who stared into them. He didn't want to hurt Horace, not much, at least not more than necessary.*\n\n*Misha approached the kitsune lying on the ground, running the back of his hand over the lips that were still bleeding from the fight he had earlier. Then, after a brief sigh, he kicked the man to the ground.*\n\n\"End of match for you.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "*That was... Disappointing? Frustrating? A damn shame really. Either way, the thief's body is kicked lower, and he nearly rolls off the stage.*\n\"Ouch... T-that sucked... Y-you're pretty good in a fight.\"\n\n*The man would sigh as he lies on his back, taking a moment of rest. Then suddenly rolling onto his back, launching himself onto his feet.*\n\"Well, i'm beat. Want a drink? Its bot often i get beat up like this.\""
},
{
"author": "Misha 'Mai' Bloodthorn",
"message": "*Misha had a satisfied smile on his face, feeling victorious despite seeing his injured friend on the floor. He put his hand on one of his shoulders, patting it a few times before holding it gently.*\n\n\"You fought well, congratulations.\"\n\n*He hugged the kitsune's shoulders and pulled him along with him toward the bar. The bartender greeted them briefly and placed two glasses in front of them.*\n\n\"Sorry about the beating.\""
}
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{
"author": "theaskail",
"message": "Quest: The flowers of Meredia\nType: Intrigue/RP-focused\nDescription: In the small village, magical flowers are blooming. This is very odd and hasn't happened before in living memory, but no one seems to care. Those crimson-red daisy prove to be a very effective remedy against most illness and it brings incredible wealth to an otherwise very poor village. Many different type of people are pouring in; doctors, merchants, scholars and many more seeking an easier life. Although this sounds fantastic, troubles seem to be on the horizon. What will happen to the flowers of Meredia?\n\n*You can clearly see from far away the small wooden palisade that is still only halfway built. It's thin and probably wouldnt resist a Kobold's assault, but it does it's job. With large fields of corn and a mountain not too far away, the village of Meredia offers quite a view. Approaching the town, you can already hear the very vocal merchants trying to attract customers looking for a fresh meal under the boiling heat. A small door on the palisade opens as you walk toward it. You can see an old man, dressed in a torn tunic, a chainmail shirt too large for him and a lance. He waves to stop you and shout with a rusty voice:* \"Hey! State your buisness before stepping in!\" *Although his words may be clear, they dont feel any threatening as the palisade is wide open just a couple feet from him.*"
},
{
"author": "travelerwatanabe",
"message": "Jaina was dressed as she typically did. She had a small swig of alcohol in a pouch on her hip. When thinking about dwarves, or hill Lora if you prefer- they often think about the men. But wouldn't there be women as well for this species? Jaina was quite beautiful even by human standards, though she wasn't a human. She had long black hair and blue eyes. No facial hair, of course. She was a mercenary by trade, and a warrior by choice- for hire. \n\nAll friends she had were dead, and she didn't have much of an attachment to her biological family. So she currently had no one. \n\nBut perhaps trying to set out on a quest could help clear her head. She sometimes appreciate the natural beauty you could find outdoors anyways, though some might not immediately believe it about her if they'd just met her. \n\nJaina said,\"I'm merely a traveler, curious about the beautiful flowers of this place. I was told there was something truly special about them, and that I might be of help to the people here. So I am here merely to help where I can. As you can see, I'm a mercenary as well. But that doesn't mean all my services are combat based- I do whatever is needed, wherever I go.\""
},
{
"author": "theaskail",
"message": "*The old man rolls his eyes and steps out of the way. In a sarcastic tone, he spits back:* \"Yeah yeah... Like everyone. I never asked you your life story. Im not even paid to do this...\" *He keeps mumbling to himself after that, but stepping in, you see the beauties Meridia has to offer. The tall oak tree in it's center with red daisies on it's roots makes for a pretty picture. All around it, merchants have established themselves while mages and scholars dressed in bright colors are negociating with them. The few peasant that come and go seem angry and annoyed by the crowd as they try to make their way. A couple steps further, you notice a small company of mercenaries, all dressed in bright red, that are guarding the flowers. What do you do?*"
},
{
"author": "travelerwatanabe",
"message": "Jaina smirked at the person. She was trying to be polite, even if she was known for a talkative nature. Her past self would have gotten angry and tried to pick a fight with him immediately- but she was trying to be less reckless, less temperamental and less brash. Her friends had all died- and her own actions made it feel like she should have died instead of them. They were the cautious ones, she was the reckless one- it wasn't fair that she lived and they died.\n\nShe would hold in her anger as best she can and NOT attack him. Her old friends would be proud of her. She simply gritted her teeth and said,\"Thank you.\"\n\nShe approaches the oak tree and the flowers, to view them closely. See if anyone was close to the tree and maybe start a conversation with them."
},
{
"author": "theaskail",
"message": "*Approaching, you can smell the flowers as others seem to be in awe around you. Everytime a mage or a scholar tries to touch one, he receives serious glares or even gets hit by someone in the crowd. Most are taking notes and seem to be very serious. Behind you, a woman raises her voice and puts an hand on your shoulder.* \"Aren't you here from the flowers? Why arent you taking notes, scholar?\" *The woman is young, less than 30, but seems to have worked her hands to the bone and carried more than a mule in her lifetime. She is dressed like a slave and her black unwashed hairs hides her beauty.*"
},
{
"author": "travelerwatanabe",
"message": "Jaina said,\"I'm actually not a scholar. Hence my sword on my back. I'm a mercenary. I was nearby and decided to pay this place a visit. I'm not an expert though, perhaps you can teach me some things about these flowers?\"\n\n\"Some things that one who has worked as hard as you have, would know- as opposed to what the scholars think about them.\""
},
{
"author": "theaskail",
"message": "*She looks angrily at you and nearly bolts back on the spot. She waits a moment and stares at you.* \"Then why are you here! These flowers only brought pain to this village. They may be red and heal wounds, they kill the spirit and leave this place bleeding dry.\" *She then moves out of the crowd toward a small inn that seems empty from the outside.*"
},
{
"author": "travelerwatanabe",
"message": "Jaina attempted to follow closely behind her, not letting up for a moment. This was definitely too interesting to let slide. She had asked for this woman's point of view, not the scholar's point of view, and now when this woman had hinted at it- she was trying to leave. She headed towards the same inn the girl was headed toward, trying to follow the woman as closely as possible!"
},
{
"author": "theaskail",
"message": "*The inn itself looks completely trashed. Broken tables, broken chairs, beer on the ground and an old man sleeping at the bar. As the women come inside, he wakes up.* \"Maya, im awake! I wasnt sleeping! I was. Not sleeping.\" *With drool still on his mouth, he smiles as the woman moves swiftly downstairs behind the bar. The man then looks at Jaina* \"And what can old' Jackson do for you pretty lady?\""
},
{
"author": "travelerwatanabe",
"message": "Jaina decided her usual blunt nature wasn't going to change, so she'd just try to be polite as she could with being straightforward. At leat she could try to make her words hit less hard than they used to.\n\n\"Well... I heard the flowers have actually done bad things for some of your people, and I want to understand it from that point of view. They are beauitful, but I want to understand the point of view of a hard worker- someone who isn't here to merely look at he flowers for their beauty or be a scholar and study them- I want to understand what the native people of this city feel about them.\""
},
{
"author": "theaskail",
"message": "*He sighs deeply and keeps an uneasy smile.* \"Well you see, Meridia was and has always been a small farmer's village led by our mayor; old' Franz my brother you see!\" *From downstairs you can hear a female voice shout* \"HE'S NOT EVEN YOUR BROTHER YOU OLD FART\" *Jackson smiles even more and keeps going.* \"As I was saying, the village was calm and peaceful until these flowers bloomed last spring. One bookish fella grabbed one of them and got so excited he must have wet himself!\" *He chuckles, coughs, then looks nostalgic and sad.* \"But from there, they all came by the dozen. Without any care for us poor workers, they only cared about the flowers. They destroyed all my tables, my beds, my whole inn with their recklessness! Now some merchants built fancy inns, sell foreign goods and become properous! They even engaged mercenaries to keep peace... But they are only bullies.\" *He smiles softly and looks at you again* \"But hey, thats Ol' Jackson for ya! Always complaining!\""
},
{
"author": "travelerwatanabe",
"message": "Jaina said,\"I'm a mercenary, but I wasn't hired by anyone to come here. I was merely curious about the area. I could... Be hired by you, if there's services you are looking for me to do, Mr. Jackson.\""
},
{
"author": "theaskail",
"message": "*He laughs out loud* \"If only I had coin to pay you Young lady! And what's your name Mercenary?\" *He looks genuinely intrigued by your identity. He pours you a drink as he asks his question*"
},
{
"author": "travelerwatanabe",
"message": "\"My name is Jaina. I'm a hill Lora, or as some humans have called me- a dwarf. I don't mind the term, honestly. Some may, I don't. I'm not much older than 200, so i figure I still got plenty of years left in me. Hmm... Maybe if I were to help the town, maybe together you could pool something to pay me?\""
},
{
"author": "theaskail",
"message": "*The old man smiles widely, showing what's left of his theets.* \"Well in this case Lady Jaina, I will tell you a little secret!\" *He smiles even more and whispers* \"I know a spot in a marsh not far from here... There, you'll find red daisies just like those in the village. But those are poisonous.\" *He suddenly looses his smile and becomes stoic* \"Bring some back here... We'll start selling them and maybe halt this madness. Some may die in the process but that price has to be paid.\""
},
{
"author": "Tatsu",
"message": "🆙 | **TheAskail leveled up!**"
}
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{
"author": "kaycee20",
"message": "In the corner of a street, a somewhat mysterious figure could be found. It covered its head with a cloak, making it hard to see the person's eyes. \nThe cloaked figure leaned against a wall, face pointing down."
},
{
"author": "kawaiiapple",
"message": "A white haired Oriate was walking through the city, a sword at her side. She had a light smile on her face, looking around. \"This seems like a nice place.\" She said to herself, nodding her head. As she looked around, she noticed the cloaked figure. She eyed it suspiciously, making sure not to seem too obvious."
},
{
"author": "kaycee20",
"message": "The person stood up straight, took a quick peek around itself, and started walking away. It turned to the right into an alley. \nBefore it stopped walking, it took another glance over her shoulder. While kneeling down, the person grabbed something from inside the cloak."
}
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{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*In one of the most Eastern cities in South Silnaria, Leopold drove his cart into the stone gates. They were not as well defended as those often seen in Salvania, though Leopold didn't know what the reason would be for that. His two draft horses slowly pulled into a stable, where he'd pay the first worker to have them tended to. Leopold would be in town for a few days, hoping for some help. The metal band in his head would need adjusting, which would require a healer to lend assistance. First, though, he walked through the city streets, looking for a tavern.*"
},
{
"author": "goblinslime",
"message": "It had been three hard days of travel so when the stone gates of the nondescript city came into view they were a welcome sight. Talice hadn't originally planned on stopping into this nondescript town but the harsh conditions on the road had began to wear on her. Buying a horse would have been the smart thing to do but quite frankly she didn't trust them. Being unable to ride worth shit might also have been a small factor in the decision to forgo the four-legged monstrosity. Being just past mid-day, the town was fairly alive. She kept a tight hand on her coin purse as she maneuvered through the hustle and bustle of the crowds, moving with purpose towards her destination. As typical with smaller towns, the tavern was just short distance ahead, right off of the main street. The old wooden door of the tavern swung open easily revealing a half occupied bar room. Talice wasted no time claiming the empty table nearest the door."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold moved briskly through the crowd, most making way for the bald elf. He tried to organize his thoughts into an agenda for the day, but the pain in his head was being too bothersome for that. He figured the tavern would provide an answer, one way or another. Before finding his lord, Leopold would quietly drink afternoons and evenings away, speaking less than ten words a night. Now, though, the Warmth of Shadows had shown him how many lost, potential souls skulked alone in the drinking halls. The Steppe Elf opened the front door, standing in the way for a moment to breath in the scents. That, and the pain was making his head spin a bit.*"
},
{
"author": "goblinslime",
"message": "Talice was thoroughly enjoying being able to sit, stretching her legs out fully beneath the table. There appeared to only be one barmaid working, an earth Macen girl whose arms were currently laden with drinks for a table of four. Talice picked through her coin pouch until she had three silver laid out on the table in front of her. Just as she finished laying her coins out the front door opened again. Nothing abnormal about that except for the fact the bald elf remained standing in the doorway, seeming to be in a daze. The Macen girl eyed the man curiously as she made her way over to Talice's table which was closest to the door. \"I'll have an ale, a meal, and a room.\" Talice said curtly sliding her coin to the edge of the table. The barmaid's smile faltered slightly as she collected the coin. \"Sure, thing ma'am.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*After a second to recover, Leopold walked forward to the bar. However, he abruptly stopped halfway. Whether it was a wave of pain or a religious message, Leopold suddenly felt the need to turn around. He narrowly avoided knocking down a barmaid as he did so. His eye scanned the dark corners of the tavern... Just to realize that this was not that kind of an establishment. Seeing the closest thing, Leopold strode towards Talice's table, standing next to the empty seat across from her.* \"Last time I was in a tavern, my lord led me to a healer in a dark corner.\" *The Steppe Elf gave a look at her immediate surroundings.* \"This is kind of like a corner, so I hope you're kind of like a healer.\" *Leopold gave a smile, and a trickle of blood started to come from the band on his skull just at the same moment. He wouldn't again remember what color his eyes were.*"
},
{
"author": "goblinslime",
"message": "Glad to have her room and board sort out, Talice settled into her seat more fully and folded her hands across her stomach as she leaned back in her chair. All in all a painless experience. No drunkards stumbling over to tell their stories, no beggars pleading for a drink, no swindlers dancing from table to table with their marked cards and weighted dice, not even any ladies of the street here to prey on the drunks. Of course, perhaps mid-day is a bit early for all that. It occurred to Talice that perhaps she should make more of an conceited effort to check in at this time. Almost as if the Gods heard her thoughts and decided 'nope' that dazed elf strolled up to her table as if he knew her. \"Corner?\" She mumbled under her breath as he started on without so much as a hello. There were atleast two other tables behind hers. That seemed the least of her problems as he stood in front of her, after he had finished speaking, smiling as blood ran down the side of his head. Maybe it was the way the light shone through the far window, but the light in his eyes made him appear a bit deranged. \"Uh, well that's mighty fine of your Lord?\" She wasn't sure she wanted this lunatic to join her and start raving about the ten commandments of some god she couldn't give half a care about. Still, he was bleeding and she was always told not to bully cripples. Sighing, she maneuvered her legs under the table to kick the chair across from her out. If he didn't reach out and stop it, the chair would likely run into him. \"This isn't a corner. Your Lord doesn't know me.\" She paused for a moment eyeing the strange piece of metal he had affixed to his head. \"Sit. I'll look at your wound.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold didn't put a hand out, letting the chair harmlessly thump against his leg. He sat down and folded his hands together, leaning his head forward while resting on his elbows.* \"Perhaps you're right, or perhaps you're a healer.\" *Leopold glanced up from his position, his eyes barely visible past his eyebrows.* \"Of some kind.\" *Leopold's metal band trickled a small trail of blood, one that was not dripping from the side of his head and onto the table. The scar beneath the band was large, stretching from his left temple towards almost the base of his skull. It was swollen and gnarled, crossed with several smaller scars. A healer had closed it, but it was clear someone tried to fix him before that. His skull was slightly misshapen, lopsided and somewhat sunken in at the scar. The blood seemed to be coming from one of the points where the metal band connected to his scalp.* \"I think I might have hit my head.\""
},
{
"author": "goblinslime",
"message": "Seemingly undeterred by her curt manners, the man took a seat opposite her. Talice sat up a bit straighter so that she could lean forward and examine his scar. She hadn't seen anything like the metal patchwork that was holding this man's skull together. The tissue surrounding the fixture was horribly scarred. It was something nearly grotesque for an elf, to have such a wound and to be displayed so openly! Certainly strange, she thought as she scrunched up her face. \"Aye, I imagine you did. It's a wonder you can think at all.\" Eying the point in the band from which all of the blood was leaking from Talice raised her hand, twitching her fingers counterclockwise. After a second she went to touch the said point, so that the healing magic could take effect."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*As the healing started, Leopold could feel the skin and bone tighten and bond further with the metal bolts. The Steppe Elf winced and slammed a fist against the table, his entire scalp flaring with pain. Leopold quickly forgot his paid debt to Chloe, which wasn't the worst thing to lose. He didn't speak, though, just looked at the Dark Elf with one strained eye, the other tightly shut.*"
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{
"author": "goblinslime",
"message": "Talice jolted slightly, as his fist slammed into the rough wood of the table. To his credit he didn't scream or cry out as his skin knit back together. She thought he really ought to have a specialist take a look at his head. Maybe the strange metal contraption had saved his brains from spilling out onto the floor at one point but now it just seemed to be causing him all sorts of issues. Still, she reckoned a hundred people before her had told the elf something similar so she supposed he was happy with the way things were now. \"You might want to invest in some potions or a salve if you don't have any healing magic of your own. I wouldn't trust that to stay healed.\" Talice said, withdrawing her hand as the magic finished its work. She idly rubbed the palm of her hand as she eyed the pained man. Using magic always left a strange tingling sensation in her hands. Talice opened her mouth to speak again but refrained as she saw the barmaid heading towards the table with her food and ale."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Oh,\" *Leopold said, popping his neck by stretching it from one side to the other,* \"I'm sure my lord will provide for me, as he always does.\" *Leopold noticed the barmaid as well, making an effort to scoot to the side as to make room for what she planned to put down.* \"Would you happen to be serving meat pies as well? The last tavern I stayed at, or at least the last one that could be called one, had the most excellent in Salvania.\" *Leopold smiled at the barmaid, wiping away the blood that had dripped onto the table as he did so.*"
},
{
"author": "goblinslime",
"message": "The girl placed the ale, food, and room key down on to the table, in front of Talice, pointedly ignoring the blood on the table and the blood on the side of Leopold's head. \"We have pigeon pie if the stew isn't to your liking, sir.\" She smiled kindly, clasping her hands behind her back. Talice immediately began eating but kept her eyes locked on the man's face. Was he from Salvania then? Perhaps this weird situation would have some benefit to her after all. He didn't appear to have any weapons on him so she doubted he was familiar with the New Sunlight Guild but he might be able to at least guide her further into the country."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold nodded to himself.* \"A pigeon pie would be splendid, I think. And a couple mugs of ale, if you would.\" *Leopold pulled the copper from a pouch and placed it on the table, still smiling. When the barmaid stepped away, he looked back to Talice.* \"Now how can I repay you for your services? I won't haggle the price with you, don't worry.\" *The Steppe Elf wiped the blood from the side of his head now, rubbing it off on the dark leather of his coat. Leopold never quite knew the prices of things, so he hoped the Dark Elf would cut him a fair deal, or at least one close to it.*"
},
{
"author": "goblinslime",
"message": "\"As it just so happens, I am on the way to Salvania. The New Sunlight guild, if you've heard of it.\" She said, trying to appear conversational. \"If you could guide me through the quickest paths there I'd call that a fair pay for magical services rendered.\" Judging from how he interacted with the barmaid and how he offered to pay her back for a minor healing spell, he seemed like a good enough sort. A bit touched in the head but not malevolent. She figured she could certainly do worse."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold scratched the side of his head, no longer stopped by the immense pain there had been. The movement made him forget... Something, probably. He couldn't quite remember.* \"Yes, the New Sunlight Guild. I actually helped them with something a few days before I left the country. I've only been there in passing, but I'm familiar with the area and have two sturdy horses, so it shouldn't be a problem.\" *The Warmth of Shadows had guided him to this healer, so he could not turn her down now. Sure, he'd spent the last few days heading up here, but Leopold was not one to question his lord.* \"I can clear off early as midday tomorrow, if you need.\""
},
{
"author": "goblinslime",
"message": "Talice stared at the man, skeptical that he had worked for the guild she was searching for. He didn't really strike her as the mercenary type. Then again, that would explain the head wound. She nodded in agreement. \"Midday. Tomorrow. Meet by the stone gate entrance.\" Scooping up the room key, she stood and walked off towards the stairs that would lead to the rooms for rent, without offering her name or asking his. No point in names if he doesn't show up tomorrow. She thought trying to ignore the soreness in her legs."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold didn't say anything as the Dark Elf quickly excused herself and headed, presumably, for her room. She seemed quite the terse lady, but trusted his lord all the same. The Steppe Elf hadn't spent much time in the New Sunlight Guild, but they did definitely seem her type: straightforward, stoic, and often sort of boring to talk to. He wondered if their trade was at all fair, considering it'd be putting him out for several days, but it didn't bother him too much. Perhaps the Warmth of Shadows would present him with an artifact of some kind along the way. No, that way wishful, selfish thinking. Everything would come in its time, just like the pigeon pie the bar maid was now placing in front of him.*"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank wanders around one of the cities, trying to find work. About a week after his escape, he decided to risk travelling to and hiding in the Silnari's borders.\n\nThat... Wasn't such a good idea. What he didn't realise was that slavery is probably just as bad here, if not worse. His only consolation was that he would be virtually unrecognisable here. And even that was a crap shoot.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox Aloysius was weary and tired. After a long trip to the Salvain Empire on a fruitless quest to determine the use of a pendant he had found in his predecessor's belongings, all he wanted to do was rest. Sitting on his horse, he contemplated whether or not to stay the night at the border cities or push his luck and try to get back to his Lord's keep. He kept an eye on his surroundings, as some people in the border cities may have know what he had done years ago in the academy.*\n\nOOC: Please ping me after every reply so I know you have replied or forget."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "OOC: Aight.\n\n*Lucky for Nox, not only is Shank an outsider, he has no idea of what has happened in the world outside of his little camp. In fact, Shank notices the man, and waves, his arguable \"Staff\" In his left hand. He talks with a very basic, no nonsense tone.*\n\n\"Hello. Is there somewhere I can find work?\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox had almost reached the conclusion of staying for the night but his train of thought was interrupted by a young man asking if there was work. Nox regarded the young beastkin, and surmised that he was definitely not a fighter, but he had no idea what he could do.*\n\n\"That depends. What can you do young fellow?*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank tilts his head for a moment, thinking of what he could say. He's definitely smart enough to learn about new things very quickly, and there's a lot he's already capable of. Including learning a little Silnari! He counts each skill of his on his hands. (I realised that I never said that Shank can speak Silnari, but surely some Silvain slaves would be able to teach him so eh)*\n\n\"Smithing. Farming. Surviving in the wild. Stealth. First aid. Basic unarmed and staff combat. Herbalism. I'm also a fast learner.\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox thought about it for a while. His lord, who disliked every Non-Elven would most definitely not like the youngster. However, it was a rare sight to come across beastkin in the Elven Continent. He knew that they were strong and stealthy at the same time. Perhaps he could be of use, Nox thought to himself.*\n\n\"My lord may have use for someone like you. But it's getting late. If you are interested, we will travel to my Lord's keep tomorrow\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "OOC: Sorry, my responses will be slow. I haven't been doing great at school so I gotta revise more.\n\n*Shank nods his head, leaning a little on his pole. He knows a little about the leadership in the Silvani, one part being that they probably wouldn't take well to him, but he'll keep quiet for now. It was either this or starving to death.*\n\n\"Alright.\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*After resting at the inn, Nox woke up early and started to prepare his gear and horse. It would take around a day to reach his destination. After finishing up, he went outside and found the beastkin.\n\n\"Come on, let's go. We've got a long journey ahead of us\"\n\nOOC: No worries, I have to intern during the day so I'm unavailable then too."
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank has been forced to slum it again tonight. With no money to speak of, he can't afford to sleep at the inn. When he returns, and is spoken to, he merely nods and follows the elven mage.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Getting up on his horse, Ajax headed towards the path that would take him back home. Looking back to gesture the beastkin to follow him, he noticed that he was looking a tad dehydrated and less energetic. Nox figured that the beastkin had not eaten for awhile. Digging in his satchel for some smoke meat and bread.*\n\n\"You Hungry? Eat up.\" Nox said while handing him the food."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank takes the food, looking at it for a while, as if to size it up. He starts slowly eating at this meal, enjoying himself. Or at least, you could assume so. You'd be right to assume that he hasn't eaten in a long time.*\n\n\"Thank you.\" *He nods his head at Nox.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Slowing the pace down to allow the boy to eat while walking at a steady pace, Nox wondered about where the Beastkin had shown up in the Border Cities, of all places he could be.*\n\n\"I'm Nox, tell me a little about yourself\"*Nox asks.*"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Shank.\"\n\n*Shank pauses for a moment. Obviously, his strong moral compass nearly stops him from outright lying. However, part of him really didn't want to tell this Silvani lord's subject about how he was an escaped slave. He finishes his food, far more grateful for it than it would seem, and continues to walk.*\n\n\"I... Heard good things about Silnaria and wanted to see. I'm a wanderer.\"\n\n*Not exactly the truth, but...*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox noticed a slight pause before before Shank replied. Perhaps he was thinking of a reason or was he closed off? Nox thought to himself but ended up giving him the benefit of the doubt. Nox picked up his riding pace when Shank finished his food.*\n\n\"It's Dangerous to wander around. No wonder you were robbed. Tell me more Shank, what did you hear about Silnaria that made you come here?\" Nox asked?\n\nOoc: Sorry for the late reply I just woke up"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank looks over to Nox for just a second, simultaneously confused and relieved that the man believes he was robbed.*\n\n\"The people living in Silnaria are rich... That much I've been told. I see that it's true.\"\n\n*Shank motions to the buildings around him. His eyes scan across the streets, and he even smirks just a tad as he says that the stories are true. Probably the first sign of emotion from him.*\n\n\"I want to go back and tell them I got to see. But that might be hard.\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox thought for a while about what Shank said; the rich in Silnaria was very rich indeed, but the poor was beyond your standard definition of poor. Besides, The Silnaria Empire was not as influential and rich as it once had been. He then thought about himself and the pay he received as a Battlemage and how much he would had made as a Merchant like his father.*\n\n\"You might be stuck in Silnaria for while to be completely honest.\" *Nox said absent-mindedly.*\n\n*Shaking those thoughts away, he said:* \"Tell me more about yourself; where are you from?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank furrows his brow. Well, that elf from the camp could've told him **That** About the so called \"Riches\". He tilts his head a bit, mostly weighing up the fact that he was probably an idiot for believing the man's obviously rose tinted glasses so easily.*\n\n*After this little self discussion, Shank begins to lightly swing around his staff, spinning it round his hands as he weighs up telling the mage the truth. Eventually, he.. Hints at it.*\n\n\"The Silvain Empire. My roots are from the Beastkin Tribe. Forceful eviction, if you get my meaning... You tell me something about yourself now.\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "\"The Salvain Empire? I was just at their academia doing research.\"\n\n*Nox thought about what Shank said and shrugged. Beastkin tribes were not treated well in the Salvain Empire, but that was far from being his business.*\n\n\"Well, I was sent to become a mage by my merchant parents. I did well, but a summoning went wrong and I left the academy and now I work as a Battlemage.\" *Nox said without revealing too much information.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank opens his mouth to ask a question... And stops, waving his hand dismissively. He then looks up to Nox.*\n\n\"You should be proud. That's a brilliant line of work.\"\n\n*He walks a little more.*\n\n\"What kind of work would we be doing?\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Brilliant? Nox thought to himself. The job was not as fulfilling as he had thought it would be, but it would not matter for too long. He would soon set into motion plans that would elevate his position.*\n\n\"From what I've gathered about you I'll assume that you can do quite a lot of things, but not too well at this point. My guess is that you would be hired to act something like a squire.\" *Nox said and rode on.*"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank taps his fingers against his pole as he wonders what kind of responsibilities he'd have. Sounds interesting. Might learn some combat skills. He hopes.*\n\n\"There's always time to learn. After all, you were just a merchant's child, and now look at you.\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "\"Eh, I was sent to be a mage when I was 11 or 12. But I'm still learning to this day. Besides, you haven't seen anything that I can do yet.\"\n\n*Talking about learning, he still had to find a way to figure out what that talisman could do after his trip to the Salvain Empire was fruitless.*\n\n\"You told me you could be stealthy. Care to elaborate?\" *Nox asked*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I can hide pretty well. Sneaking is something I'm decent at. Without giving away too much, I've also been forced to... \"Change the owner\" Of items before.\"\n\n*Shank tilts his head again, tapping the pole against his knuckles.*\n\n\"So what are you capable of? You're a mage, but what kind?\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "\"Ahhh you mean permanently borrowing items. It's not honest work, but a valuable one if you know what to borrow.\" \n\n*Nox thought about it for awhile. There was this book he had wanted from another mage but was unable to buy.*\n\n\"Well, I can do a lot of things. You see this winged spear?\"Now said as he tapped the winged spear on his back.\"I can shoot a column fire with it\" *Nox left out the other things he could do, as smart mages always protects their art.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Impressive.\"\n\n*Shank looks at the spear, with quiet awe. He really respected those who knew how to cast spells, and even wanted to learn just a little magic himself. As Shank is little more than an aimless wanderer right now, there was a lot of potential for him to become a mage. Or at least, a swordsman with basic magic knowledge. But who knows?*"
}
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{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox and Shank continue further down the path for awhile in silence. Nox takes out a notebook and starts to figure out his next order of business. He figured he would try again to buy the book from that ancient mage that refused to sell to him no matter the price he offered. Perhaps Shank could be of use in the endeavor he thought to himself. But his thoughts were interrupted by a nagging intuition that someone ore something was following them.*\n\n\"Can you fight?\" *He asks Shank in a hushed tone* \"I have a feeling we are not alone on this path\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"A little.\"\n\n*Shank grips his staff tighter, preparing for a fight. He didn't have said feeling, but opted to trust his mage's instincts.*"
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Kickingbabiesoffcliffs** Leveled up!\nℹ **|** Level up messages can be disabled for the guild with `owo level disabletext`"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox regarded Shank, and wondered why he even asked that question. He looked at the staff he was carrying and shook his head ever so slightly. Shank might be strong compared to others, but he was probably unskilled.*\n\n\"Good. Now stay silent and be alert.\"*Nox said while scanning the trees around the path.*\n\n*They silently ride uninterrupted for a while, and although nothing had happened, Nox still had that tingling feeling at the back of his mind.*\n\nOoc: the bot is annoying AF"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "OOC: TBH I'd rather fight the beast. Seems like a good first fight.\n\n*Shank does the same thing as the mage, scanning the surroundings, and gripping his staff tighter, readying it for combat. Shank was beginning to feel a little unnerved himself now.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "Ooc: I was thinking we could fight a pack of Karvoc Dogs (\n\n*After moving along and nothing happening, Nox lowered his spear and said to Shank:* \"Maybe I was wrong.\" *As the words left his mouth, he heard it: A snap of a large branch and a loud growl.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank immediately springs into a defensive position, staff at the ready, held tightly, and much like how one would expect a spear to be held.*\n\n\"What's that?\" *Shank is nervous, but doesn't show it at all. Showing such an emotion is pure weakness.*\n\nOOC: holy shit that's terrifying. I wanna fight it lmao"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Just then, 5 Karvoc Dogs burst out from the undergrowth and formed a semi circle in front of the duo. Nox cussed. Tamed, they could be ridden into battle, but wild ones were a different matter.*\n\n\"Karvoc Dogs. We need to scatter them and kill the weakest one. They will flee.\" *Nox jumped down from his horse and brandished his spear.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank stretches his shoulders back and sighs. He waits for one to attack... No use attacking them right now, when they have the advantage and would all dog-pile him if he did so.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox, did the exact opposite of what Shank did. He began to utter a spell, and as he did so, a balls of red lighting grew from a baseball to the size of a bowling bowl in his palm. He then flung the ball at the center of the pack. As it hit the ground, lightning cackled in all directions, shocking and burning a few of the beasts.*\n\n\"Try and corner one and kill it\" *He said to Shank while targeting one near him.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank sprints after one of the shocked animals, swinging with his staff vertically, and downwards, with a mighty strength.*"
}
] | 65 | 747 |
50.875 | 2019-11-27 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "Ooc: it think it would make more sense if some of them flee.\n\n*Without much hassle, Nox and Shank finish off four of the dogs. Just as Nox was about to finish the last one, it thrashed violently, slashing through Nox's robes and cutting his leg, allowing it to break frre. Nox cursed loudly while the dog started to tunnel it's way to escape.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank stretches his shoulders back and smirks just a tad.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox examines his wound, and mutters a quick healing spell on the wound. Cleaning off his robes, he kneeled and examined the dogs. He remarked:*\n\n\"Annoying, yes, but the skin on the eyes is good leather\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank does the same. He looks at Nox for a moment as he props himself on the staff.*\n\n\"Should we carry some? To skin later.\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox shakes his head and chucked.*\n\n\"The dogs are way too heavy to carry. We can skin them now and carry them in a pouch.\"\n\n*Reaching into his belt, he takes out a knife and tosses it to Shank.*\n\n\"Here catch\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank gets to butchering and skinning the creatures, showing a surprising knowledge of what he was doing. Far from perfect, but good enough that he's left with some good cuts of meat.He carries a couple in his hands, not having any storage yet.*\n\n\"Take the skins?\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "\"Just the skin around the skin around the eyes. It's tough and flexible. The tusks are worth a little silver and everything else is worthless.\"\n\n*Seeing that Shank has no way to carry the patches of skin, Nox took out a pouch and handed it to Shank.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Thanks.\"\n*Shank does just that, taking the skin round the eyes. He cuts off the tusks, and puts all of the gains he can carry into the pouch. Once he's done, he rises to his feet.*\n\n\"Shall we go?\""
}
] | 54 | 407 |
82.75 | 2019-11-29 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "\"Let's try and rush to the castle. Don't want to run into that again.\"\n\n*Nox whistled for his horse to come back out, and when it did, Nox jumped up into the saddle and waved Shank back onto the path.*\n\nOoc: Im super sorry I forgot again 😅"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "OOC: No need to apologise. I'm actually introducing my main OC into the server right now.\n\n*Shank nods. He readjusts his grip on the staff, more relaxed again, and rests it over his shoulder as he marches aside his new employer. He shakes his head to himself, thinking.*\n\n\"True.\" *Yet again, Shank's response is quite curt and to the point.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox picked up the pace, just as the castle was coming into view at the edge of the horizon.*\n\n\"Judging from the last fight, you are going to need a better weapon than that staff. You can sell the loot and buy one that suits you\"\n\n*He cleaned up his spear, and proceeded to muse over some of the magic spells he had acquired in the Academia.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Indeed... Spear would be a good weapon.\"\n\n*Shank looks over his \"Staff\" With quiet disdain. It was the best he could make do with right now, so he couldn't really complain, but literally anything would've been better.\n\nHe looks up, cracking his neck, towards the castle. His... \"Eyebrows\" Raise a little, and you might be able to tell that for as much as Shank tries to be as subtle about his emotions as possible, he is excited to see what's inside.*"
}
] | 80.5 | 331 |
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