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93 | 2019-12-03 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "\"Believe it or not, It's seen even better days.\"\n\n*As they reached the castle walls, Nox raised his Spear and fired a flume of flame into the night sky as the signal to guards. Upon seeing the signal, the drawbridge started lowering down and the gates started to open. He proceeded to rear his horse and ride in through the gates and head to the mage tower.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank cranes his neck up to watch the \"Flare\", admittedly really impressed. He mindlessly follows Nox's rough direction, now absolutely engorging in the area's absolute splendour.*\n\n\"Must be nice living here. Little jealous.\" *Shank chuckles a little.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox headed to his tower, which was grey instead of the clean white of the other towers. It stood tall, with two turrets protruding from it near the top. It had red conical roofs, that gave it a distinct look from the other buildings in the castle. Next to it was a small stable, which could probably only fir 5 horses, which Nox headed towards.*\n\n\"It is nice indeed. But every time someone leaves the gate to fight a battle for our lord, there is a chance they never come back.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Understandable. Better than when I came from, though.\"\n\n*Shank shrugs as he says this. While a soldier's life wasn't great by any means, it seemed a hell of a lot better than Shank's previous life. He wouldn't mind being in constant combat, Hell, he might even enjoy it a little. Anything but the camps again. Life was starting to look up a little now he was here, even if it was far from flawless.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox dismounted his horse, harnessed it and head inside the mage tower. After a brief flight of stairs, they reached kitchen and sleeping quarters. Too tired to cook anything, Nox took out some dried meat and bread for him and Shank. He directed Shank to his quarters, which was a fairly small space with a bunk bed and a chest.*\n\n\"Eat. We rest the night and get to work in the morning.\" *Nox said as he fought down a yawn.*\n\n*Nox headed upstairs to his much bigger quarters, and prepared to sleep.*"
}
] | 96 | 465 |
77 | 2019-12-05 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "We cant meet the lord, because that would be a lore problem ans Ans is busy rn.\n\nI assume we can just go somewhere else and do some grand adventiure or quest?\n\n*Nox woke up in cold sweat; he had a quite disturbing nightmare that night. He got up from his bed, dressed promptly and headed for the kitchen, looking for some food to calm his nerves. He then remembered he had brought all his bread on the trip with him. However, He did have some beer, which he poured into a beer and chugged down. He got up to wake Shank to go to the market to buy bread.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank has already been awake for a while. Even if he wasn't a slave, being ready for anything is important to the young boy, and thusly he has been thinking to himself, doing press-ups, just waking his mind a little.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Seeing that Shank was already awake, Nox nodded as he wouldn't have to wake him up.*\n\n\"Let's go to the market square.\"* *Nox said while tossing a pouch of coins to Shank* \"That's for your new weapon\""
}
] | 52 | 231 |
80.2 | 2019-12-06 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank counts the coins. 35 silver. Not bad. He looks for something he can use his raw beastkin strength with. May as well put these arms to good use.\n\nEventually, he finds a pretty average looking one handed war hammer. Nothing out of the ordinary, but it's a massive improvement over his stick. He returns to Nox, showing off the war hammer, acting unusually excited over it... For him, anyway. Hell, he's actually smiling just a tad.*\n\n\"Isn't this something?\" *He holds it up and down.*\n\n\"Swing this into someone's skull...\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox heads to the baker, who had the best quality bread in the city. He nods to that baker and tosses him 20 copper coins, and takes 4 pounds of bread. When he found Shank, he was inspecting a Warhammer. Nox thought no it would be a great weapon, and nodded I approval.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank smirks a little more. Hey, if this veteran battle mage liked his choice, must be a good one! He couldn't wait to get swinging... Then again, no doubt he wouldn't be great at it to begin with. Everyone's got to start somewhere. Shank continues to examine it, tapping his claws on it, dragging fingers across the hammer's head... The boy was clearly pleased with this weapon.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox was about to tell the boy to buy the hammer, untill a notice posted on a wall caught his attention. Walking closer too it, it was a notice indicating that there was going to be a quest in the near future*\n\n\"Interesting...\"*Nox murmured to himself.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank actually buys the hammer from the merchant, who wasn't exactly happy that the boy walked off with his hammer and swung it about in public. He catches up to Nox, and notices what Nox was looking at.*\n\n\"Practice.\" *He pats the hammer head on his left palm.*"
}
] | 69 | 401 |
34.4 | 2019-12-25 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Shank Karushi",
"message": "*Shank returns. No longer a boy in mere rags, he now wears lamellar armour and a sallet helm, with a shield strapped on his back. His face is hidden, which... Well, doesn't change much when interacting with the boy. He bows, and explains his departure.*\n\n\"The letters seemed interesting. I hear you got the same. Must be a criminal organisation.\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "`Sorry, just finished up with Christmas with the fam`\n\n*Nox was busy studying the tome of Magic he had just \"Creatively Redistributed\" From that ailing and somewhat insane mage Ulavior. It had taken him weeks to plan for his agent to carry out the task of stealing it, and he was going to transcribe all of the knowledge for his own use. Barely looking up from the thick, leather bound tome, he said:*"
},
{
"author": "Nox, the Night King",
"message": "\"Which one? The one about the Herbs or the one about the prison?\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*He had revcived two letters, each of them offering a generous amount of gold, and was very inclined to take it.*"
},
{
"author": "Shank Karushi",
"message": "*Shank looks over his letters, and then Nox's.*\n\n\"Well... The herb one. I got another... Odd one...\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Still reading and copying notes and recipes over to his own tome, Nox absent mindedly reached over with one hand and glanced over the letter yet again.*"
},
{
"author": "Nox, the Night King",
"message": "\"Seems quite straightforward to me; we go and we protect people while they get herbs.\""
},
{
"author": "Shank Karushi",
"message": "\"Indeed. We are capable enough of that.\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox, still absent minded, but who was beginning to put down his pen as he finished the last few lines of the notes he was writing.*"
},
{
"author": "Nox, the Night King",
"message": "\"I believe you said something about a criminal organization?\""
}
] | 27 | 344 |
62 | 2019-12-30 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "`Timeskip to a few days later`\n*Nox and Shank were in their tower, preparing for their raid at one of the prisons from that mysterious employer. Just then, a servant burst into the room, holding a felt pouch in his hands, lamp in the other. He paused for a while to catch his breath, and began to speak:*\n\n\"His Lordship instructed me to bring you these runes, he believes that these will bring about the storm.\" *The servant said, panting.*\n\n*Nox took the pouch, and gently removed the single runestone that it held. Looking at it, he knew what it was and shook his head.*\n\n\"Tell his Lordship that this rune is Charam, and I fear that he is right.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank was sharpening his sword and repairing his warhammer when he heard the servant.\n\nHe gets up, flexing his back, and readies his weapons, strapping them to his waist. He looks prepared. In fact, he's so prepared that his helmet is almost never seen off his head, and he almost never takes off his armour. It's like a second skin at this point.*"
},
{
"author": "Shank Karushi",
"message": "\"Excuse me, sir. What is Charam?\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox shook his head once again and looked at the Rune in his hands. It was stone just like his, but it was undoubtedly much, much older than his set. This one had seen millennia of use, and One could feel the power it carried just by touching it. The rune itself was emanating an eerie light blue glow, with the Glyph of Charam carved upon it. Looking at it gave him an intense feeling intense cold, causing Nox to drop it back into its pouch.*\n\n\"I want to know Exactly what time and place this was found. We cannot Risk anything\" *He said to the Servant, who nodded and disappeared down the steps*\n\n*Turning to Shank, he handed the pouch to him and said:* \"Be careful with that, it's very powerful. Have you heard of the Ice realm of Charam Ta?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank examines the pouch closely, and incredibly carefully. It is a beautiful thing. Shank likes looking at it. He doesn't even notice how cold it is.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox frowned when Shank said he had never heard of Charam Ta, as almost every elven child was told the story of the ice realm where clans of yetis warred and plotted against the realm. Then it hit him: Shank was a slave, so that was probably why they didn't teach him the story.*"
},
{
"author": "Nox, the Night King",
"message": "\"Charam Ta is a mythical dimension that is perpetually in snow, houses Yetis and other Abominations that one does not ever want to see. That rune you are holding is from there.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank continues to examine it. It looked incredibly powerful, much like Nox described it. He carefully puts it down somewhere and starts to wonder about it some more.\n\nWhy would Nox possibly need this? Sure, he was a mage, albeit one that told him very little, but... This seems a little more powerful than \"Just another trinket\". Shank tilts his head, curious about it now. Very curious.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox immediately thinks about what to do with the Rune. He was aware of individuals that had seen the Gates to Charam Ta open, but he did not want to carry the rune to one of those locations. The Rune was the only thing stopping the Yetis and Abominations from this realm but if they got here, it would create Chaos and death in the realm. He needed to keep the rune safe, and wait for an opportunity to use it.*"
},
{
"author": "Nox, the Night King",
"message": "\"That rune is part of a set that is used to open the Gates of Charam Ta. I fear that already through several gates opened by Yeti Mages, that they already here.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank nods his head solemnly, listening to his boss. While he doesn't know... Anything about what Nox is describing, he's obviously aware that this... Isn't good.\n\nHe rubs his hands together and adjusts his helmet. He was always ready to work. Even though he was a slave, that isn't the reason for his constant preparations and work.\n\nHe is just naturally a hard worker who can't tolerate those who aren't prepared for anything.*"
},
{
"author": "Shank Karushi",
"message": "\"I assume we will need to take care of them.\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts. He immediately thought of the book he had repossessed from the old mage, who was probably alive at the time the last time Yeti had roamed the world of Drase. He headed towards his quarters to get that book and see what knowledge it would offer. However, something didn't add up, as it wasn't cold enough to open the Gates for that Long.*"
},
{
"author": "Nox, the Night King",
"message": "\"No, unfortunately we have to be cautious. Only this castle and his Lordship can know about this. The rune means many are coming, and hunting them now is not the best plan\""
},
{
"author": "Shank Karushi",
"message": "\"Makes sense. I assume we keep this quiet. No use aggravating anyone.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank shakes his head, imagining the idiotic people having a massive panic attack over this rather than do anything to solve it. But what else could you expect from the coddled masses? People like him and Nox? They've seen the worst of society. And they're tougher for it.\n\nIronically, in Shank's eyes society often doesn't see its own evils. Ever. And they're pathetic because of it.*"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox found the book he was looking for and lifted the huge volume on to his desk and started flipping towards the section where the Charam Ta were discussed. Nox kept it quite so that when the Yeti came, they would be prepared, but the other warlords may not be so lucky, which meant that when it all was over, there would be much land for his Lord to claim.*"
},
{
"author": "Nox, the Night King",
"message": "\"Yes, however we still have to protect our assets in preparation for the worst\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "True... It was a little callous of Shank to say that. Even he is a little surprised that came out of his mouth.*"
},
{
"author": "Shank Karushi",
"message": "\"Understandable, Sir Aloysius.\""
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox found the page where it detailed when the Charam Ta was detailed. It wrote that the Emperor's Storm is a blizzard that seems to happen nearly every decade, enveloping the Salvain Empire in thick snow and harsh winds. It was written that the last time the Yetis attacked, they used the cold of the Emperor's storm as a cover. According to the scouts in Salvania, the storm was comming very, very, soon*"
},
{
"author": "Nox, the Night King",
"message": "\"This is quite troubling for us, we may have assets to protect in Salvania.\""
}
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35.4 | 2020-01-05 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox shook his head. Perhaps he was too worried about this matter. The most commonly target places were in Salvania, but if there was an attack here, he would most likely be able to repel the yetis and the Wights. A yeti Shaman would give him a run for his money though. Right now, he had to focus on his own goals, which was making a Corrosive Resistance Pendant for his lord.*"
},
{
"author": "Nox, the Night King",
"message": "We have to go and bunt rust monsters for now. The yetis will have to wait."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Shank sighs with relief. Thank God. The thought of returning to that hellhole wasn't a pleasant one at all.*"
},
{
"author": "Shank Karushi",
"message": "\"Rust monsters? I believe they are little more than insect vermin. This should be easy for us.\""
},
{
"author": "Nox, the Night King",
"message": "Yes, they are weak when in small numbers, but in large numbers, they could be of a slight challenge to someone of your caliber."
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox thought to himself.. Either he could hunt them with Shank, send Shank out on a mission himself to hunt down rust monsters and allow himself some time to himself, or they could simply go to a neighboring town and buy one from a vendor he knew there.*"
},
{
"author": "Nox, the Night King",
"message": "Im going to need you to go and find some rust monsters for me. You will have to find a mother and bring me 8 eggs"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "*Nox reached over to the other side of his table, grabbed out a map, and handed it no Shank. He pointed at what looked like a cave entrance*"
},
{
"author": "Nox, the Night King",
"message": "You should find some there"
},
{
"author": "arxmereel",
"message": "Give me tho hours you are active in your time and ill convert over to mine\n\nI mean all day normally\n\nIm gonna sleep now, so we probs wonf=t be ablt to do this untill tmrw."
}
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238.5 | 2020-06-23 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "oldacc4838",
"message": "Small Ekara was walking back home from the plains nearby. She went there to collect various flowers, not really knowing what most did- she just enjoyed the way they looked like. The elf looked down at her hands and smiled gently and started counting all the flowers she held, patiently identifying each and every one. Their actual name wasn't known for her, so she was just using whatever she thought they would be called- she had «purple tears» which were allium, «purity smile» which were daisies and «yellow wonder» which were dandelions. \n\nShe only fell deeper into thought as she kept onto walking and counting the flowers, finally coming to a total of 30 flowers, 11 purple tears 12 purity smiles and 7 yellow wonders. Ekara was pretty satisfied with the amount of flower she got, her smile growing as soon as she finished counting. She thought she could maybe make some sort of salad for her chicken or maybe make those silly earrings out of the yellow wonders. Finon would totally enjoy that . . . \n\nHer head shook slightly and she looked around, then continuing onto her road towards home."
},
{
"author": "noyos",
"message": "An eagle whoosed above her head and it landed on the shoulder of Sova. He hasnt notice the girl as he was looking for any animals he could hunt. He was new around here, he has been travelling for the past few months looking for anything to do. He reached into a small pouch and took out a small rodent giving it to the eagle on his shoulder and giving the good boi a pat. The eagle graciously accepted this gift and happily feasted on it. \n\nHe soon heard the footsteps approaching and he quickly turned around with his bow ready and drawn. He lowered his weapon as soon as he saw that it was just a girl. He tried to greet her but she didnt seem to respond so he slowly approached her as he sheathed his bow and put the arrow he had into his quiver.\n\nHe stopped in front of the girl and waved once again trying to get her attention."
},
{
"author": "oldacc4838",
"message": "Ekara was paying no attention to what was going on, nor did she hear Sova. She didn't even notice the boy before he jumped in front of her, actually scaring her a bit.\n\nThe small girl bumped into him and she signed that she's sorry towards him, a small frown appearing on her face. She instantly facepalmed mentally afterwards as she realized that the boy would never understand her signs as the gestures were only used by her and her lover. The elf looked around scared, her frown only accentuating as she became panicked, having little to no idea what to do.\n\nAfter a short period of time her mind came back, clear this time, and she grabbed one of her flowers, the purity smile to be more exact, handing it towards the man before her with shaky hands. She knew she had little to no chance to resist any of his brusque moves, let alone his attacks, so the elf decided that maybe showing that she meant no harm would totally be better. A gentle gulp could be heard as she looked up at the man with big eyes, full of anticipation and panic, though excitement as well at the same time. Her emotions being a total mess at the moment"
},
{
"author": "noyos",
"message": "The boy looked down at the girl as she was significantly shorter than him. His stern look turned to a lights smile as he saw that she wanted to make up for the little bump that happened. His eagle got startled as the bump happened since it was focused on the small rodent it was given. Sova sat down on a nearby tree stump and patted the spot next to him hoping they could find some way to communicate. He really needed the help since he was new and she seemed to be local.\n\nHe started searching around in his pouch and and he finally found the delivery pouch that he would usually put on the eagle to deliver messages. He took out a scroll of paper from it and put it back into his pouch. He searched around some more and he finally found his \"Pen\" And a sealed bottle of ink. He opened the bottle of ink, dipped the tip of the pen in it and started writing. He wrote: \"My name is Sova its nice to meet such a pretty girl as you. I'm new around here. Could you help me? And may i know your name?\""
},
{
"author": "oldacc4838",
"message": "Her head tilted to the side as she realized that the man didn't raise his hand at her, nor did he take the flower. His neutral behavior confused her at first, though she just couldn't ask. Like, literally. She literally couldn't ask. Her eyes were still fixated on the man and his moves, the small elf trying to figure out what his next move would be, or at least his intentions, that could help her understand him a lot too.\n\nHe walked away to the nearby tree stump and her ever so curious eyes followed closely, her body then moving after him on its own, the elf feeling as if she couldn't stop herself. The man made her curiosity peak just from his appearance, let alone the way he behaved. She sat down next to Sova as soon as he pat the spot next to him, letting her flowers be in her lap gently as she continued watching.\n\nShe smiled gently as she realized that he took out a scroll and a pen, happy that he understood that she couldn't talk. Thankfully she was indeed able to read, though had some problems in the writing department. It wasn't that she didn't know how to write, she just had a hard time and her handwriting was horrible. Ekara pointed towards the bottle of ink and the pen, taking them after a few seconds and coming closer so that she could write as well. Reading what the boy wrote before she started though. Did she blush from the comments? Yes. But she knew that she just couldn't do that, she was more afraid of Finon than anything.\n\n«Ekara. Ys can help» She barely even knew common, though she tried her best to write it. After she finished writing she pointed towards her ring finger, as if she tried to somehow explain to him that she was engaged . . . Though the ring was absent due to lack of money."
},
{
"author": "noyos",
"message": "He didnt seem to understand why she pointed at her fingers. He gently took the pen and ink back and started writing again \"You seem to have a hard time writing, maybe i could help you learn it if i stick around for that long.\". He smiled at her and showed her what he wrote than went back to writing again \"I see you have collected some flowers, if you dont plan on using them for anything else i could make them into a flower crown, it would compliment your pretty smile.\". He smiled at her once again and handed the paper and pen back to her.\n\nHis eagle finished his meal and let out a small screech alerting Sova that it is ready to go back to the skies and keep lookout. He scratched the eagles head and nodded. The eagle stretched out its wings and took off starting to circle around their heads \"Protecting\" Them from any danger.\n\nHe then looked back at the girl waiting curiously for her next move. He did find the girl pretty, but he was sure that someone as beautiful as her already had a partner, which saddened him quite a lot since it has been a while since she found someone like her."
},
{
"author": "oldacc4838",
"message": "The girl read what he said, hovering closer to him so that she could reach properly. She had no idea or knowledge of personal space, especially since she wasn't really talking to a lot of people, which simply made the concept of closeness normal to her. She read what he wrote and nodded at the comment, pointing at the line that said «You seem to have a hard time writing, maybe i could help you learn it if i stick around for that long», actually hoping that someone would finally have the patience to teach her some proper common. \n\nIt wasn't the fact that she had no idea what it was about, she actually understood written common, just didn't really know how to write it herself, having a hard time with the simplest things, even basic verb knowledge. She thought that all the past verbs would have to end with -ed, thus often making the mistake of maybe writing «heared» or sometimes even «comeed». Yes, with two e.\n\nShe then waited patiently to see what he would do next, seeing that he grabbed the paper and started writing once again. Her gentle smile not leaving her face one second as the seconds passed by. After he was done, she grabbed the paper and pen and placed them on his thigh, trying to read. She started blushing slightly as she finished writing and gently backed away, waving her arms in a negative way, trying her best to explain to him that she was engaged once again. She had no idea how to write it so she just showed a circle with her hand and then slowly slid the finger down her ring finger. Then pointed at said finger again"
},
{
"author": "noyos",
"message": "He looked slightly disappointed as he finally realized what she was trying to signal. He started writing again \"Im guessing that you are trying to tell me that you already have a partner. I should've known someone as pretty as you was already taken. I guess we should get going then.\" He showed her what he wrote. He left the paper the ink and the pen there and stood up to stretch. He let out a disappointed sigh and took out his bow checking if everything was alright with it. He took out an arrow and shot at a tree just as a warmup. He then went to said tree, pulled out the arrow and put it back into the quiver and sheathed his bow looking back at the girl.\n\nHe put his arm out and whistled. The eagle flew down and gently landed on his arm. \"Be my guardian angel while I travel and you will be kept safe too\" He said as he patted the eagle and pointed upwards signaling it to go back. The eagle flew back up and continued circling them looking out for any danger.\n\nHe went back to Ekara and waited for her to get ready."
},
{
"author": "oldacc4838",
"message": "Her lips formed an o shape as she watched him pulling his arrow and then shooting it at the tree, not quite sure how that worked or why Mr. Sova was mad at the poor tree, but kept to herself even if she could've written it. After she watched him in awe she decided to read what he wrote and grabbed the paper, carefully reading before she made a small sound, something like an «a» to catch his attention. \n\nAs soon as she saw him coming back she smiled gently and signed something, obviously not known by the man, then grabbing his hand and hurrying closer to the stump, kneeling down to write, her knees on the ground as she dipped the pen in ink gently and started writing «Me is sorry», pointed at it and then did the sign symbols again, hoping that he would understand her."
},
{
"author": "noyos",
"message": "He was surprised that she grabbed his hands and she pulled him. He looked at the paper and and then at her seeing the sign. He understood what she wanted to say. [So that sign means that she is sorry] he nodded at patted her head before pulling her up from the ground. Well if he was going to teach her anything he first needed to understand her signs, which would make it much harder for them to do anything. Well he was willing to learn.\n\nA horse approached them slowly it was Sova's horse, it had a bag on its bag with some basic supplies like food and stuff, he searched around in the bag and got an apple for the horse and patted it, he got up on the back of it and reached his hand out to Ekara"
}
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185.166667 | 2020-06-24 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| Sowina [🌸]** Leveled up!\nℹ **|** Level up messages can be disabled for the guild with `owo level disabletext`"
},
{
"author": "oldacc4838",
"message": "Ekara looked up at Sova confused, not really knowing what he wanted to do with the horse. She didn't even know what horses were for that well- I mean yes, she knew that people use them to transport things but ride them? She hasn't really though that a horse could be ridden. The elf looked at the hand, tilting her head before finally understanding that the man wanted her to ride along and so she grabbed his hand and struggled with getting on the horse.\n\nAfter finally succeeding, she was sat in front of the man, her legs gently swaying around as she waited for the horse to start walking. The small elf then remembered about her precious flowers and got off, stumbling and somehow tripping, almost falling just from getting off a horse. But that wasn't important, no, no, her babies, her little flowers were the center of her attention in that moment.\n\nAnd so she hurried to the stump they sat at and kneeled down once again, she grabbed the small pile of flowers, arranging them and separating them gently before going back to the horse, looking up at Sova as if she tried to ask for help. She even made a small noise to catch his attention as she was sure that she wouldn't be able to get up alone."
},
{
"author": "noyos",
"message": "He followed the girls every movement closely. The moment she got up and then the panic she had when she left her flowers, the way she stumbled down from the horse, and then the look she gave him after she got her flowers. She was just getting cuter and cuter. He jumped down from the horse and grabbed her hips. He lifted her up onto the horse and then jumped on behind her.\n\nHe gave the girl a pat. He grabbed her hand and out it onto the horn of the saddle, somewhat signaling her to hold on. He rested his foot in the stirrup and got the paper, ink and the pen and started writing. \"Hold onto the horn. I wouldnt want such a cutie hurting herself. And which way should we go?\". He put the paper onto the Ekara's thigh."
},
{
"author": "oldacc4838",
"message": "She was happy, grateful as well that the man picked her up, especially that he took care with her fragile flowers- the poor elf would actually cry if any of her flowers would be ripped in any shape or form, even a ripped petal would probably break her heart. Not because the flower wasn't pretty anymore, but because she thought that the flowers were still alive and that it would hurt them if a petal were to be ripped. \n\nAs it was mentioned before her concept of closeness was pretty unclean so she didn't really understand when close was too close and thus had a normal reaction to all of the gentle touches Sova made, though the pats did indeed make her feel good about herself, giving her the feeling that she did well. \n\nShe read the scroll slowly and then took the pen, writing back «Horn? Horn do hoo hoo hoo». She didn't really understand what the man meant by horn, especially since she never rode a horse. She only knew about the instrument, and she knew what sound it made since Finon wrote it down how it sounds like. Ekara then gave him the paper back, still a bit confused as to what he wanted to say by horn."
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"author": "noyos",
"message": "Sova read the note and chuckled. He then started writing on the paper that was still on Ekara's thigh. \"You see that thing that points out at the front of the saddle, thats called a horn too. I just want you to hold onto that. I wouldn't want a cutie like you hurting yourself\". He showed her the message and put away the paper and the in and pen. \n\nHe grabbed her hand and put it on the horn, hoping that she would understand this time. He patted the horse grabbed the rein and whipped the horse which started going slowly. He was holding Ekara with one hand in almost a hugging fashion. The horse started going a bit faster and he was making sure that Ekara was safe and secure. When they came to a branching road he poked the girl's cheeks and looked at her questioningly."
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"author": "oldacc4838",
"message": "Her definition of what a horn would be was still a bit vague since she also didn't really understand what he meant, even with the explanation written down for her, but she trusted that he would help her grab onto the so called horn. The small elf then smiled when she felt his hand guide hers to the horn, the feeling of safety washing over her as soon as she felt the man's hug, all of her worries going away as she closed her eyes and tensed down.\n\nHer mind started going all around as soon as she relaxed a little, thinking about what he wrote especially. She didn't really understand what cutie meant and so she let go of the horn, now only holding onto it with one hand and she turned around slightly, looking up at him and holding the paper and pointing at the cutie word, signing something and then shrugging, just as if she would ask him what that was.\n\nShe didn't really know words like cutie and the such, especially since she only knew basic common, so the poor elf -Sova, that is- shouldn't really have much expectations from her."
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"author": "noyos",
"message": "Sova noticed what she was signaling and stopped the horse, he was still holding the girl, he really didnt want her to get hurt. He gently took away the paper and started writing again \"Cutie means that you are attractive and cute. And yeah, you are a total cutie.\" He gave the paper back to her and the horse started trotting again. He could see some buildings in the distance so he poked the girls cheek and pointed at them.\n\n[Hopefully this is the right place and i didnt take her to some different city. I wouldnt want her hating me, it rare to come by someone as cute and innocent as her.] he sighed and he held the girl a little tighter making sure she didnt lose anything. He was already attached to this girl. The last time he felt like this was long ago when he first met his ex girlfriend. He remembered the good times and a lone tear fell from his eye onto the shoulder of Ekara.\n\nThey were slowly approaching the building that were not so much in the distance now."
},
{
"author": "oldacc4838",
"message": "The elf took the scroll of paper, handling it as gently as she could and then started reading what he wrote. At first the poor girl thought she read it wrong as she wasn't really used to people complimenting her and thus she read it at least two more times before finally turning around to face him once again, looking up at him, a gentle blush plastered all over her small face.\n\nShe smiled gently and poked him, though her smile immediately faded away as soon as she saw him tear up, feeling his tear drop on her shoulder. She poked him again, then signed that she is sorry, thinking that it was because she was a \"Cutie\" And thus already making up scenarios in her mind. \n\nEkara kept on signing that she was sorry, then took a flower out of panic, placing it in the man's long, braided hair with much care and smiling widely, hoping that it was good enough. She didn't stop there though, she tapped her chin a bit, not quite satisfied with the way the hair was braided, she knew she could do much better than just that, but just let it pass by and arranged his hair slightly one last time.\n\nShe then signalled that they should get off and continue walking from there on. Not because it was bad terrain or something, but because they were fairly close to her small cottage."
},
{
"author": "noyos",
"message": "He gently smiled at her at gave her a pat on the head. He hopped down from the horse and reached for her slowly lifting her off the horse like a little girl giving her a slight hug as a thank you as he put her down. He liked how innocent the girl was which was endearing to him. He just got more attached to her by the second.\n\nHe gently took the paper and started writing once again \"Dont worry you didnt do anything wrong. It was just a memory popping up again. But thank you for fixing my hair and thank you for the flower too. Anyways you could lead the way or i could put you back up on the horse and you pint in the direction that we are going in.\" He smiled gently and gave the paper to the girl hoping that she would understand most of it."
},
{
"author": "oldacc4838",
"message": "Ekara nodded getting head as a sign of thankfulness as soon as the boy let her down, going in for a hug, though stopping at about one step before him. She wanted to respect the man and his privacy after all and thus waited with her arms open for the man to hug her.\n\nEven though she was more of a reserved person, the man would make her feel extremely safe. It wasn't only his physique, but the way he moved so gently not to scare her and the simple touches of affection, all of those made her feel . . . Extremely safe in the presence of a stranger, maybe a bit too safe for some. But what did she care for? She was feeling accepted which made her feel amazing."
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"author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer",
"message": "*Ehakli had been listening to one of the other tholians about her give their estimations of profit for what they would be willing to share when she felt the warm touch of a fire macen's hand taking hers. She made no jerk of reaction, slowly turning her attention away from the financier to look upon this strange newcomer, one of her nails gently digging pressure into one of the joints of the macen's pinky that worked in tempo with the spread of smile across her dark lips, violet eyes burning into focus upon this interloper requesting subtlety. The company about them paused for a moment to acknowledge the new presence at the table, but seemed far more interested in returning to their discussions of business, though one would quietly offer to her the removal of this macenlike.*\n\n\"Tis the season I suppose, Haermi, blessed is the Serpent.\" *Ehakli quietly responded to the offer, this Haermi giving a tut in acknowledgement before offering their own questions to the fellow trying to sieze more space for their goods upon the ship charter. Another at the table muttered something derogatory about escaped slaves, but seemed to then fall into line with pretending this was all fine. The handheld lady in blue and white silks set her papers down, and placed her hand overtop his holding her other with the sharp nail.* \n\n\"I had hoped you would come, dear acquaintance; it has perhaps been too long since I've enjoyed the festival in it's entirety.\" *Her eyes flitted to notice the guards in wake, and looked back to the macen with a growing hunger for entertainment.* \"Have you come to finally sing to me your devotions here in front of everyone? Your previous letter, I must admit, stirred me into anticipation.\" *It seemed co-operation was something part of a game at this table.*"
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "*Jason sighed in relief as the lady in the Blue took it pretty well. He was ready to run just in case this effort of his was to be failed. Calming down a bit, he felt the lady's nail dig into his pinky as he gave a little flinch upon contact. He could not afford to talk loudly as it might gather too much attention to him.*\n\n*From what he could tell about this lady, she seemed quite rich and well off. Perhaps on another day, she would've been one of his targets to steal from. But for now, all he could showcase was his gratitude.*\n\n*As the guards started approaching their location, he was about to say something as he was interrupted by the lady.*\n\n*After listening to her, he muttered under his breath:*\n\n\"Tch. Why do I have to get bothered by this shit?\" \n\n*Jason calmly stood up as he left the lady's hand and took out his flute. If he was to get out of this mess, he had to do this. Giving one sharp look to the lady again, he said:*\n\n\"Not the certain tune that you might be wishing for. But I certainly do have one for you. I must request you to join me. An admirable and celebrated singer as yourself shouldn't be sitting out here doing nothing.\"\n\n*If he was going to do it, he'd take the lady with him. He put his own lips to the flute and beckoned the lady to come join him. If he was going to be a source of entertainment, he sure as hell was going to get some entertainment himself.*"
},
{
"author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer",
"message": "*There was a flash of interest in her eyes when she witnessed an unexpected flute produced from this unknown macen vagabond. A smirk curled from her painted lips as she rose from her seat, a free hand gently resting at one of the other tholians who had moved theirs over a dagger on their belt.* \"Always the flatterer, you. As a lady of the court I of course would be obliged to make art with you in the celebration of Spring.\" \n\n*One of the other tholians chided lowly.* \"I'd celebrate you more admirably if you'd settle this dispute with our ship to Runra, Ehakli.\"\n\n*As guards began looking about among the folk about the cafe, Ehakli threw a dismissive wave.* \"I'm still interested in hearing Ilnistis's rebuttal before I could make a more sound vouch for investment. Let us cool our tongues, and let our ears take us for a delightful distraction, my suitor demands the customary right.\" *She then looked to this macen with a rather devilish affect.* \"Play on then, player. Let us entwine our devotion to the arts.\""
},
{
"author": "Jason Liege",
"message": "*Seeing the other tholians bring their hands near their blades, with one hand resting on the flute, Jason gently showed the katana which was hung by the side of his body and winked as if to send a message to the people that if they wanted a fight, it would definitely not be one sided.*\n\n\"Of course My lady. As one of your suitors, I would be of the utmost gratefulness if you do.\" \n\n*Seeing the guards gaze land on them, Jason once again held the hand of the lady dressed in Blue as he helped her get up. *\n\n\"To the arts it is.\"\n\n*He left her hand and put his lips once again to the flute. This time, he first made a high pitched sound from it before starting to hum a tune. Soon the tune turned into a melody of beautiful and well practiced notes. It was one of Jason's self written melodies.*\n\n*He opened his eyes and gave the lady a quick glance as if asking her to go along with it and add some lyrics to it. He kept swaying his body with the tune as he waited for her to sing.*"
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{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss would be behind the tavern in relatively small tavern he was working part-time at. The fact that it was small did not take away from the atmosphere however and it was still lively as an inn of a capital city would be expected to be. Noise levels were high, as were the spirits. He'd just be about done serving a patron.* \"That will be... 50 coppers.\" *He'd offer the fellow dark elf a friendly smile and drag the coins under the counter.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Zara browsed the stores in Wakazu, perusing the wares and produce that were for sale there. Now it was about the end of her trip, so she decided to visit the tavern.\nShe ensured her blindfolds were on and tied up properly to prevent them from coming off as she walked in, and found the counter. Though her eyes were covered, Zara was able to see due to an innate ability.\nShe sat down by the bench and waited for the tavernkeeper to show up. Zara could wait if he needed to serve somebody else.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss would have just finished serving the elf. As he raises his head above the counter yet, after placing the coins in the coin basket below, he'd notice a new face here. A new covered face no less, though he's seen things far weirder walk into this tavern so it didn't phase him. He'd take a few steps across the bar to stand before her.* \"Good evening, what can I get this lovely lady?~\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Do you have any Saké?\" *Zara asked.\nSaké was Zara's drink of choice. A rice-wine originating from [Japan]. Would cost a bit as a wine, but Zara had the coin to get the drink whenever she wished.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"We do, we do. Keep getting it for the occasional Macen that comes around.\"\n *He would turn around, reaching up to the shelf where the Sake bottle was, placed next to a small stone cup. There only seemed to be one, probably due to the drinks popularity among the elves. He'd fill it up and slide it to the woman.*\n\"So are you here on business or as a tourist?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Zara took the cup of saké, then taking a sip before answering his question.*\n\"On business,\" *She said.* \"Bounties and contracts are my primary source of income. If the pay is good, I will take it.\"\n*She set down the cup and reached into one of her bags. Then pulling out a single gold coin, placing it on the table and sliding it over to the bartender.* \"This will cover my order, and leave something for yourself to keep.\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss would eye the coin the shift his glance back to the woman, grinning.* \n\"Is it my birthday?~\" *Letting out a chuckle, he'd continue to speak.* \"So, now that you gave me way more than enough money, may I ask you your name?~\" \n*As he awaits a response he takes the coin and pockets it, paying for her sake with smaller coins from his own pouch.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Zara,\" *She introduced herself. She took another sip of her saké.\nThe Empath shifted her shoulder and let off her Katana and Nodachi, taking them off her back and placing them on the ground. The two sheathed blades were placed to lean up against the bar on her side, rather than being laid down or passed over.\nBut if she was required to surrender her weapons for continued service, Zara would oblige of course.*\n\"It has been quite some time since I have been able to take those off...\" *Zara said, rubbing her shoulder where the straps went over that held the blades to her back.* \"I have not yet visited a smith or tailor to fashion proper straps yet. Do you know where I may find one around here?\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss would think for a moment, squinting his eyes. He's been in so many cities he would have to struggle to remember where the smith is in each one, provided he has little to no use for it, being a mage.*\n\"Yeah, I think I do. It's about ten minutes walking from here. I can either make a horrible attempt at giving you directions on how to get there, or I'm finishing my shift in like five minutes so I can lead you there myself.\"\n*He'd lean forward, over the counter to take a look of the blades.* \n\"I feel sorry for whoever has a bounty in their head. I'm Quissosa by the way, but you can call me Quiss. A pleasure to meet you Zara.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Thank you for the help, Quiss,\" *She said.* \"I may be able to find it for myself, thank you.\"\n*Zara would finish her cup of saké and then stand up, taking her Katana and Nodachi again. She'd carry these in her hand rather than over her shoulder, to let herself rest before she suffers a chronic injury. That would be bad for her line of work.*\n\"Farewell.\"\n*If there was nothing else, Zara would leave and search for the blacksmith.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*He would offer her a three fingered wave as she was heading out.* \n\"Don't get yourself killed.\" \n*Once she was gone, he would continue serving the next patron, likely the last one for his shift. After finishing, he'd switch out with another elf, put on his black cloak and head out somewhere.*"
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{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss was working as usual, business was booming, patrons were drinking, the drunk men were shouting. Everything you'd expect of a tavern. He'd be talking to a Macen patron, exchanging small talk and filling up a tankard with ale.*\n\n\"That would be 50 coppers mate.\"\n\n*Upon recieving the coins with a small tip he'd bow his head down slightly and smile at the macen, then go and attend another patron across the bar that had an inquiry about the pricing of whiskey.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*As we was attending someone, the sound of the hooves of a horse like creature sounded against the floor of the bar and a young centaur entered it, she had heard about this place from a couple of men nearby and decided to come check it out since they weren't any bars back at her tribe, she didn't knew if her horse part of would caught unwanted attention on her, she looked around looking for someone that could attend her*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Yae Kim lingered outside the bar for a bit, unsure of whether or not he wanted to enter. He wanted a drink, but something about taverns, and just how loud they were, always bugged him It didn't help that he always thought people were looking at him. However, seeing a centaur walk in, he figured he wouldn't really be the main focus now. He shuffled in awkwardly behind her, running a hand over his black hair. In his robes and black and white face paint, Yae Kim tried to make his way towards the bar, his eyes going everywhere, over each and every person.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss would notice the two new faces walk into the tavern, he couldn't not notice, it was a centraur so anything around her also caught his eye. It was unusual for one to visit, so the tavern didn't make an anti centaur policy like some taverns do. He would turn to a man near the bar which he seemed to know well, making some hand gestures as he talked. A few moments later the man would look at the centaur and move away, clearing a decent chuck of space near the bar. Quiss would becon her and the man over, assuming they were here to drink.*\n\n\"Evening. Evening. What can I get you two?\"\n\n*Quiss would speak rather loud so that the patrons could hear, seeing that the tavern was already loud.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive noticed the man behind her as he entered, analyzing him for a few seconds, but didn't mind it, she thought that it was just a coincidence and that he arrived at the same time at her, she turned her head to the man speaking to her also raising her voice a bit so he could hear her in the loud tavern*\n\n\"Good evening, I've never been on a place like this one before, what would you recommend me?\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Uh, a whiskey.\"\n\n*He spoke a bit timidly, but loud enough to hear. Yae Kim wondered if his plan had now backfired, making him the guy that just walked in behind a centaur. Drinking helped him calm down, so that's what he came here to do.*\n\n\"Lot of people.\"\n\n*Yae Kim didn't seem excited about this assessment.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive decided in the end just to order bottle of cider, it was what sounded more familiar to her since they had that back in her tribe and she had tried it a couple of times, she went to the space that was cleared up for her waiting for her cider, resting her arms on an empty table*\n\n*She looked at the man who previously had entered the bar behind her, she didn't care much about looks and she wanted to be friendly, so she smiled at him*\n\n\"You seemed to be hiding behind me before, are you afraid of something?\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Yae Kim scratched the back of his head, now realizing he definitely wasn't speaking loud enough for the bartender to hear him. He'd try to catch his attention when he could, though. He turned to the centaur speaking to him now, lowering the hood. Even then though, his features were hard to determine, covered with the abstract details of the paint.*\n\n\"Uh, not afraid. I just don't really like attention. It's hard to tell if someone needs something from you or just doesn't like the way your face looks, you know?\""
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"I understand that feeling. Ever since I left my tribe, I gotten some weird looks from humans how have never seen a centaur before, I usually don't mind, but sometimes, it's hard to ignore them completely\"\n\n*For her, it seemed like was this man was really afraid was being judged by others, she didn't really understand why*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Well, I apologize on behalf of the humans. Or at least the Air Macen. I'm Yae Kim. To fish out of water.\"\n\n*Yae Kim said that as some kind of small toast, then realized he had still not yet gotten a drink. He grimaced a bit at his own awkwardness, looking towards where the bartender was, still trying to get his attention, though he looked busy. All of Yae Kim's words still came out quickly and meekly, even if he did seem slightly more comfortable now.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Thanks for the apology, I'm Olive Spirit and you should probably speak louder if you want to be heard in a place like this\"\n\n*She had noticed how he was shyly trying to get the attention of the bartender of the place, without any success, her cider was brought to her and she stopped the bartender from getting away while he asked if she needed anything else*\n\n\"Yes, this gentleman was trying to order something...\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Oh, I was just going to order a double of whiskey, if it's not a pain.\"\n\n*Yae Kim was thankful that the centaur turned out to be as kind as she was. Normally, when people pointed out how odd Yae Kim was acting, they did it out of annoyance. Since he was no longer vying for the bartender's attention, he scooted his chair over towards the centaur a bit, content to wait for his drink.*\n\n\"Do you travel a lot?\""
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Well, recently yes, I've traveled some places seeking for adventure, but most of my childhood I spend it my my tribe with other centaurs, what about you?\"\n\n*Olive took small sips of her cider as she spoke, Yam seemed nice so far, maybe this was her opportunity to finally make a friend outside her home place*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Well, funnily enough, our pasts seem similar. I was in a small village for most of my young life before joining on a caravan that went back and forth, letting me see a bit of the country. Good amount of fun.\"\n\n*Yae still watched around them cautiously, trying not too look as paranoid as he always was. However, Olive had been friendly, so he at least had no problem speaking to her. His drink, or atleast, he hoped it was supposed to be his, finally reached him. He eagerly took a sip.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Huh, curious how to two people who seem totally different from each other can have a similar past...\"\n\n*Olive could see how he still seemed a bit paranoid, she was worried that maybe he had been followed or hurt in the past, but didn't have any evidence of something like that happening to him*\n\n\"No one will hurt you here, what are you so afraid of?\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Yae Kim gave a slight laugh, looking from a guy with a knife scar on his eye to a guy holding a big knife, both joking around and playing darts.*\n\n\"If you spent more time in taverns, you'd know that's not exactly true. And I'd really just rather have my dog around right now, but I'm pretty sure they're not allowed inside.\"\n\n*Yae Kim reached up and scratched his face while he took another drink. The paint came away a bit where he scratched, and he looked to Olive, matching her gaze.*\n\n\"Feel like no one's watching my back ,you know\""
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"I usually wait for things to appear like a threat to me before I judge... Wait... You have a dog?\"\n\n*It wasn't a usual thing to have pets in beastkin tribes, Olive had only seen a few pets since she began traveling but she thought that they were cute*\n\n\"Could I maybe meet your dog later?\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia had been traveling for a while now, exhausted from all the walking, Crimson was on her right shoulder, even for a micro-griffin, he was starting to feel a bit heavy on her shoulder, so she decided to enter the first tavern she saw. She went to the bar and was surprised when she saw a centaur for the first time of her life but tried not to show it, she went up to the bartender and asked*\n\n''Is it okay if I keep my small pet with me? And can I have one beer please?''"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Yeah, that'd be—\"\n\n*Yae Kim stopped speaking when he heard the woman talking about her pet. He had seen her come in, the way he worriedly scanned the room every few seconds. He leaned towards Sofia.*\n\n\"I think so, but small animals and drunk people don't mix that great. If you want to leave your little friend outside, I can have my dog watch it.\"\n\n*Three birds with a mere stone. Yae Kim scooted back so Olive could see, noticing her fascination in her dog and wondering if it extended to the griffin.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive saw the small creature, she had never a griffin, and neither one that was that small, she was fascinated by the small creature, she turned towards Sofia, leaving her cider on the table*\n\n\"Excuse me? What species is your pet? It's so cute!\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia wasn't expecting that answer and Crimson shrieked faintly*\n''Aight sweetie, First, I think it'll take me more than one beer to make me drunk, Second, I prefer keeping him with me and third...''\n*She raises an eyebrow* \n''Who are you? It's not like we just met but yeah we do''\n*She lift a finger up in the direction of the centaur* \n''Wait''"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"I wasn't meaning you. I meant every other drunk patron here. Your bird, though.\"\n\n*Yae Kim squinted gaze went from Crimson to Sofie, then his own glass. She had a fair point, it wasn't really his business. He just wanted an excuse to have his dog around, even if just outside. All the while, Yae Kim was seeming less paranoid, now that he was engaged with two people instead of idly putting around in his own mind.*\n\n\"I'm Yae Kim, this is Olive. We just met, and we're getting along pretty well.\""
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive didn't understand why this woman pointed at her but she didn't mind, she walked towards her*\n\n\"As he said, I'm Olive, sorry that we interrupted so abruptly...\"\n\n*Olive was fixated on the small creature, she wanted to pet it but didn't knew if it would be rude to ask*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia smiled with a sorry face, clearly seeing she was a little rude back there for a first interaction with someone, or at least she felt that she was*\n''Oh, that's nice, My name is Sofia Vernimières, I know weird last name... But what are you two doing round these parts, I wasn't expecting to see...'' \n*She looked at Olive with a clueless face*\n''I-I'm very sorry, b-but what are you?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive was surprised that she didn't knew what a centaur was, maybe it was just because she hadn't visited anywhere near the beastkins tribes before*\n\n\"I'm a centaur, never heard of my race before? We're pretty common around where I come from\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Well, where you come from is also where centaurs come from, so I think you might be a bit biased...\"\n\n*Yae Kim was muttering now, the deflated tension making him antsy again. He would often just ramble, somewhat unconsciously. Yae Kim finished his drink and figured he'd soon feel more social than he did now. He looked back to Sofia, forcing a bit of a smile.*\n\n\"My last name is Ool, so I'm not judging.\""
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"There's different beastkins where I come from, not only centaurs, around that place, you guys would be the weird one since you don't have any animal parts\"\n\n*Olive giggled, it was a fair reasoning, since centaurs usually stayed with their tribes it was at least rare to see one traveling alone like she was doing*"
}
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{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia laughed a little* \n''I mean I wouldn't have asked you if knew what you were... I've heard of centaurs before, probably heard one of the noble talk about them while I was on bodyguard duty back home but that's another story...'' \n*She scratches the back of her hair*\n''You are the first one I see though, it's nothing of what I imaginated... I thought centaurs were the other way 'round but the way you are is more logical I guess...'' \n*She was feeling dumb*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive couldn't hold back her laughter and let out a chuckle, she had just imagined what a reversed centaur would look like*\n\n\"That would certainly be something I would want to see, a centaur that is the other way around? Never heard of that before\"\n\n*She kept glancing at the small griffin, she still thought that it was an interesting creature in such a tiny body*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia noticed Olive's interest for Crimson and looked at him* \n''Don't be shy Crimson''\n*She looked back at Olive* \n''Wanna hold him and pet him? It purrs you know? Because I sure wasn't expecting it!''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Can I?\"\n*Olive was surprised that she would let her hold her pet since she seemed really attached to it, she holds out her hands not really knowing how to carry an animal that small*\n\"Sorry but... H-how do I do it?\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia looks at Olive confused*\n''Did you ever hold a cat or anything?'' \n*Sofia demonstrates by taking him and putting him on her lap and started petting, then she realized*\n'' Oh wait, you don't have laps, or at least you dont sit like us...''\n*She picked Crimson up again and put him on her forearm petting him with her other hand*\n'' Try it, but I can't guarantee anything... Just be careful okay?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"We don't really have pets in our tribes\"\n*She was embarrassed that she didn't knew how to do something so simple like hold a pet, she got nervous and she carefully grabbed the griffin on my arm and gently pat it on the head*\n\"Uuuhh... Am I doing it right?\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia looked at Crimson, he was calm and most importantly tired*\n''I think it doesn't mind just pet him up from the head to the back, caress him if you will, he usually likes that better''\n*Sofia then looked at Yae Kim*\n''You mentionned that you had a dog earlier, no?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive did as she said and she carefully caress Crimson from the head to his back, it was a cute any and she wanted to be carefully with him on her arms*\n\n\"He's so cute~\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Yae Kim nodded as a response to Sofia. He had been exceptionally quiet as he glanced around the room, not realizing half the things he said were to quiet to register in this environment. He sat up, raising his voice a little more now.*\n\n\"Yes, I've a few dogs, but only one with my at a time. Well, usually. They're not pets in the way you'd consider most pets...\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia's attention was now on Yae Kim* \n''Several dog? Only one with you at the moment and not a pet? Could you explain?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive turned her attention now to Yae, with the griffin in her arms, she wanted to hear about his dogs but would stay quiet while he explained*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"More of a summon, really.\"\n\n*Yae Kim always felt explaining the situation with his dogs to be a bit awkward.*\n\n\"I have 5 dogs I can summon, and I'd say they're more like familiars. I try not to walk them around much as magic dogs tend to catch people's attention, which I don't want. So yeah, they're not exactly mundane. Kind of like ethereal companions that I've formed to look like dogs. That sounds weird.\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia looked at Yae Kim with confused look*\n''First, what do they do? Second, can you still pet 'em? You said they were ethereal or something ''\n\n*Sofia looks at Yae Kim*\n''You know what, dont even answer im so tired i'll just take a room and go to sleep''\n*She pays the bartender for a room, takes the key and comes back to take Crimson*\n''I know he's cute but I would like him back, I'll let you pet him another time.''\n\n*Sofia then goes to her room locks the door and goes to sleep after removing getting into sleepwear*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Instead of paying for a normal room, Olive pays for a space on the stables outside the tavern, where she would spend the night*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*It seemed to take a few days, if even weeks, for Nagnis to finally reach his destination with Millie, his horse. The two of them looked just as tired as each other, and Nagnis seemed to empathize with his horse. As they came closer towards their destination, he leaned forward and patted Millie's neck.\n\n**\"It's okay, girl, you can rest shortly.\"** He spoke with a soft voice, the horse huffing softly in response. He then sat upright as he soon approached Wakazu. He was a little taken aback by how much of his kind were there, having grown up in an area where Dark Elves were not too common. His bright eyes looked side to side as he entered the capital, his eyes watching everyone as they walked past from place to place. \n\nMillie appeared to be getting somewhat spooked, and Nagnis felt it. He stopped Millie and lowered himself down from her back. He took her reigns and led her, walking beside her. Millie felt comfortable so long as he was in her view.\n\n**\"An interesting place.\"** Nagnis noted out loud. **\"So many Dark Elves... Perhaps we should move here.\"** He gave a faint chuckle.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss, who was just going to work from home happened to walk by the elf as he said that. He would turn around to face him. Eyeing him up and down before deciding wether he should say anything or not. Communication doesn't hurt so he spoke up.*\n\n\"Not from around here I take it?\" *Quiss would have a friendly face despite the scars, something he learned to do in his years of work as a bartender.* \"Welcome to the capital.~\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He turned his head to look at Quiss. Although he was taken aback by the scarred face man, he smiled and gave a nod of the head.\n\n**\"Thank you. We're certainly not from here, in fact the both of us are from Archidan.\"** He responded. \n**\"My name is Nagnis Emberripper, and this here is Millie. We've been travelling for a while and are hoping to relax somewhere. Anywhere you can recommend, that has space for Millie?\"***"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss would extend his arm forward for a handshake.* \"Quiss Enneh. A pleasure.\"\n\n*He'd then think about the question, mostly about where to put the horse, since he knew where the tavern was. After a few moments he would come to a conclusion, raising his finger in the air.*\n\n\"As a matter of fact, I work at a tavern nearby. As for Millie, there should be stables about one street down from there. You can rent a space for the day. Pretty sure hay is included too! Follow me. Provided you're still interested in having a place to relax.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a big smile, so thankful for the man to help them. Judging by Millie's slow movements, one could conclude their travels were long and drawn out.\n\n**\"Ever so kind of you, Sir Quiss. This will certainly benefit the both of us.\"** He looked towards his horse. **\"Hear that, sweetheart? A stable with hay and a place to rest your feet.\"** \n\nMillie gave a little huff, acknowledging the offer of rest. Seems she needed it the most.\n\nNagnis then turned to looked at Quiss. \n**\"Lead the way!\"***"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss would adjust his belt and spin on hes heels to walk in the direction he was initially headed. Not too much time passes as they approach a taver with a wooden door which looks quite heavy. Quiss comes to a halt then looks at Nagnis.*\n\n\"This is where the tavern is, so that's where I'm stopping. The Stables are at the bottom of this street. If you want a place to relax after you got Millie there, then come by here. We have all sorts of alcohol.\"\n\n*He offered Nagnis a smile and entered the tavern, for a moment releasing all the noises coming from isnide as the door opens, then shutting them out when it closes.*\n\n*Quiss would have just finished serving a patron, noticing Nagnis. He'd raise his arm and beckon him over, putting it down once he's sure that the elf got the idea behind his gesture. He would then procede to clean a glass until his new acquiantance arrived. Once Nagnis was close enough, Quiss would do his usual job.*\n\n\"So... What will this adventurer be drinking today?~\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis approached, and once he got close enough, he would sit himself onto a stool by the bar counter.\n\n**\"Gosh, a delicious beer would do for now. What's the strongest beer you got?\"** He asked with a grin. He actually was not too sure if he was capable of drinking alcoholic beverages without getting too drunk. Or whether he could get drunk at all. Best to try it out!*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss would look back at the stacked barrels behind him hovering his finger over them until he reached one labelled E.M. He'd take a tankard from the bar and pour the golden beer inside until it almost overflowed, then he'd turn around and carefully place it infront of Nagnis.*\n\n\"The Earth Macen make this, I've heard it's a killer. Something about the process makes it both more alcoholic but also makes it have a richer taste.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He nodded his head as he raised the mug up, bringing it to his lips and taking a very quick sip. Once he lowered it down, he hummed in thought and then nodded.\n\n**\"Delicious and strong just by the taste. Much appreciated, those Macen know what's good.\"** He chuckled faintly as he took another longer sip. He then lowered the mug again.\n\n**\"You are a bartender as well? I recently left my old bartending job in hopes to start elsewhere. You don't happen to know any places free for a bartender?\"***"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"Can't say I do, no. I could ask the boss to see if we can alternate shifts here if you wish. Since I'm gone half the time doing odd jobs here and there. But yeah, no promises.\"\n\n*Quiss would continue wiping glasses and tankards as he allowed the patron to enjoy the drink for a while. Then he'd speak once again when he thought of something to ask the newcomer.*\n\n\"So, were you planning on becoming a bartender at the capital or is that just a part time thing? Lot's of people are leaving their jobs to go travelling and exploring now days.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Well, I'm just looking for any place available for a bartender like myself. You see, it's pretty lonesome just... Merely adventurer. I wish for something more exciting, more... Informative. So, I sought my ways and means of being a bartender. I learn so much about people that way.\"**\n\nHe took a sip of his drink.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"I guess bartenders do get to know a lot about the people around them. General things like cultures and races all the way down to more personal things, life struggles, rumors.\"\n\n*Quiss would pour a nearby patrons drink then turn to Nag yet again.*\n\n\"So. What jobs do you take on as an adventurer? There is a mission table at the back of the tavern if you'd like to take a look. It's empty right now since I snagged the one job on there, but there is space for more.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He hummed in thought.\n\n**\"I used to take on any jobs. I used to look for treasure for people who weren't willing to, or for other people like a bounty hunter. Those days are over though. I've gotten bored.\"** He looked at Quiss. **\"Just want to settle down now, relax. Maybe find a girl, who knows.\"***"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"Settling down already?\" *Quiss would perk his brows.* \"You are either much older than I think you are, or you're far too young to settle down. Just by looking, I wouldn't even give you two centuries.\"\n\n*He would then shrug. Being a mage he was going to live even more than an average Dark Elf, so it wasn't really his concern when others settled.*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Well, I am 156 years old... Or, am I older than that?\"** He looked to the side in thought for a little bit then shrugged his shoulders. **\"I sometimes forgot, but I'm relatively sure I'm above 150 years old.\"**\n\nHe took a sip of his drink.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"Right. See? You still have over three centuries at the very least! Enjoy the freedom before your joints start hurting and you won't even be able to get on Millie any more.\"\n\n*Quiss didn't mean anything offensive by it, as was demonstrated by the chuckle that followed soon after.*\n\n\"I take it that after all those years you're a proficient fighter?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He followed along with a chuckle as well, not taking offense to what was being said.\n\n**\"A fighter? If only I had that luxury.\"** He leaned back and folded his arms. **\"I grew up in a noble home, with noble blood in me and surrounded by selfishness. I never had the chance to be who I wanted to be. Never had the chance to be a fighter, yet when I was off on my own, I never took that opportunity.\"** He shakes his head in shame.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"As my old man used to say 'No time like the present.'\" *He'd smile at Nagnis.* \"It's never too late to learn how to fight. Especially when you have all the time in the world like you do now. Tell you what, if you want to join me on a job some time, feel free. It's not much but it'll atleast keep your muscles warm and ears perked. Wouldn't want the girl you find to feel unsafe, eh?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The dark elf rose one of his eyebrows and couldn't help but give a faint, yet cheeky smirk. He then nodded.\n\n**\"Ah, you do pose a good question. Perhaps I'm in need of something to keep me active and fit. I will admit, riding on a horse from town to town is not ideally muscle building.\"**\n\nHe took one last sip and finished his drink.\n\n**\"Agh, splendid. How much do I owe you?\"***"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"It's on the house Nag. You mind if I call you Nag? Not a fan of names with more than one syllable so I always shorten them.\"\n\n*Quiss would smile at the elf and retrieve the tankard.*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Nag... Sounds like a wonderful nickname.\"** He nodded. He then stood up from his seat.\n\n**\"Well, my friend Quiss. Where can I find a room to spend the night?\"***"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss would raise his arm and point to the stairs leading up to the second floor of the tavern.*\n\n\"See that cute elf near the stairs? Ask her if there are any rooms upstairs left for tonight. It was nice meeting you.\"\n\n*With a nod, Quiss would walk to the other side of the bar to serve another patron.*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Agh, don't say all the girls I meet are cute.\"** He chuckled with a faint blush, moving from his seat towards the stairs to get a room for the night. \n\nHe asked for a night, to which the elf behind the counter was able to give him a spare room. He paid for it and took the keys, nodding his head and going on his own way to his room.*"
}
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{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia decided to take the lead, heading towards the tavern they met at the other day. Crimson was laying on top of her backpack and shoulder, when she arrived she opened the door for Olive and Murgorar* \n''I'll let you go first''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Thanks Sofia\"\n*Olive went through the door and waited for her friends to come in, she didn't knew if she would catch the attention of the clients of the tavern like the other day*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "*Looking at Sofia with a curious look Murgorar said*\n''well if you insist''"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia then entered the tavern after them*\n''Find a good place, I have to go to the bathroom''\n*Sofia then left the two to go to the bathroom*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "*Murgorar spotted a place near the fire place with enough space for Olive to sit and asked her while pointing at the place*\n'' wanna go there? ''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Yeah, seems like a good spot\"\n*She went to the table and removed a chair, putting it aside, she sat just with her back legs if front of the table, it would be kinda weird if she simply laid down on the floor*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' I honestly never saw a centaur sit in a tavern like that hahaha'' \n*Murgorar was visibly amused*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Well, most of the time we don't really sit, we just eat and drink standing or laying down completely, but that would be a little weird\""
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' So you just stand up all day? Are you never tired?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"I lay down when I sleep, we centaurs do a lot of exercise and move all day, we're not used to taking many breaks\"\n*Olive rested her arms on the table*\n\n\"Or what? Have you ever seen a normal horse sit?\""
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' Yeah I did saw some but they never had a human torso ''"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia came out of the bathroom, looked around the busy tavern and easily spotted the centaur and the mogash talking near the fireplace. She approached with a smile and leaned on the table*\n''You guys want anything to drink?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Fair enough\"\n*She turned to Sofia, thinking for a second*\n\"I don't know... Maybe I'll just have a normal beer... Yeah that sounds good\""
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' I will follow your lead young Olive ''"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "''Aight I'll be right back'' \n*She dropped Crimson on the table and left towards the bar notifying the bartender*\n''Do you guys have Earth Macen beer round here?''\n*To that the bartender looked at the barrels behind him, looking at the labels and stopping on a barrel labelled E.M.*\n''I'll take three, please.''\n*She then throws a gold coin on the table*\n''Keep the change''\n*The bartender gives Sofia the three beers and take the gold coin*\n''Thank you''\n*Sofia comes back to the table and distribute the drinks*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "*Murgorar was looking at the little animal on the table with a very curious look*\n\n'' What is that thing? ''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive was petting Crimson happily While Sofia for the beer*\n\"It's a really small griffin\"\n*She grabbed her beer*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "*He grabbed his beer*\n''Thanks Sofia but why is it so small?''"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia sat down on a chair and just shrugged*\n''I don't have a clue, got it from a noble who told me it was a micro-griffin when it was a baby''\n*Sofia took a sip of her beer*\n''The Earth Macen make this. Something about the process makes it both more alcoholic but also makes it have a richer taste. For me, it tastes like home''"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' HAHA well i only have three words for that VRASUBATBURUK UG BUTHARUBATGRUIUK ''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Ignoring Murgorar, Olive took a sip from her beer, she enjoyed the taste that she found*\n\"Wow... It really is true, you made a good choice with this beer\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia nearly choked on her sip and looked at Murgorar with confusion*\n'' The fuck does that mean?''\n*Sofia looked at Olive*\n''I wouldn't make someone drink something I don't like''\n*She turns back to Murgorar*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "*Murgorar take a big sip of his beer*\n\n''Basically it mean cheers ''"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia raised her tankard and looked in the eyes of Murgorar*\n''Cheer to you too''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"That explains it, cheer then!\"\n*She raised her beer as well*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "**The three tankard clinged together**"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "*Murgorar raised his tankard and look back in her eyes*\n'' Cheer to you two young girls may your lives be long and full of adventures''"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "''I'll gladly drink to that''\n*She took a swig of the delicious beer and looked at Olive*\n''You come from a tribe, yes?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Adventure is exactly what I'am looking for\"\n*She drank from her beer and then turned to Sofia*\n\"Yes, why do you ask?\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*She looks at her with bored eyes*\n''Why d'you leave it?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Simple, on my tribe we have a tradition, each centaur when they turn 18 they are given the choice to leave to travel and meet everything they can, I choose to travel and I was given my bow before I left\"\n*She took small sips from her beer as she talked*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "''That's interesting''\n*She turned to Murgorar with the same expression*\n''And you why did you leave?''"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' Well its very easy my father told me to come back to our tribe to get a wife and have kids and its been... Wait let me thing how long its been''\n*Murgorar drink his beer while talking and thinking*\n\n'' I guess its been 45 winters ''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"You haven't returned home in that long?!\"\n*Olive was surprised, she couldn't think about staying away from her family for that long, it was too much*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' No I did not, I am still young after all hahaha''"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "''Damn, I wasn't even born when you left, lucky you.''\n*Sofia then thought about something funny and she laughed at herself for thinking that*"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' what is so funny young Sofia?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She looked at Sofia while taking a sip of beer*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia looked a Olive with a smile*\n''Olive, did you ever thought about someone riding on your back?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"W-what?\"\n*Olive got a bit nervous, she was what you could call a 'wild centaur' who had never been ridden before or was used to wearing a saddle, also a lot of centaurs were to full of themselves and wouldn't let anyone ride them*\n\"N-no... And I've never been ridden before...\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "''If you want, we could try someday...''\n*She takes a sip of her beer*\n''I wanna fight dammit... It's been a while''"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "*Murgorar look at her with an interested look*\n''Why do you want to fight?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"...Yeah... Sure... Maybe someday...\"\n*She drank just a little bit more from her beer*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia was tapping her finger on the table*\n''Because it's been a while since I could punch something... Maybe there is a job on the quest board?''"
},
{
"author": "hipster_",
"message": "'' well I am a bit tired of the contract I already did today but if you can wait one more day it would be my pleasure to do a quest with you''\n*Murgorar stood up*\n''On that note i will go to sleep so good night young ladies''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Is your beer working a little too good on you?\"\n*Since Olive hadn't known her for too long she didn't knew if it was usual for her too fight often, she turned to Murgorar*\n\"Good night...\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia looked at Murgorar*\n''Yeah I'll be looking forward to that big man''\n*She then turned back to Olive*\n'' No, not really, I just didn't have the chance to fight since I left home four months ago''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"...If you want... We could maybe try the riding on my back thing... I know it's not fighting but it could keep us entertained for now...\"\n*She just wanted to do something and also wanted to keep her friend happy*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "''We could, I don't see a problem with that''\n*She downed her beer and got up, grabbing her tankard and Murgorar's to bring it back to the bartender*\n''Wanna do this now or later?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She finished her beer and stood up bringing it to the bartender too*\n\"Why not now? Better now before I regret my words...\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "''If you say so''\n*Sofia left the tavern and waited for Olive outside*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive followed her outside the tavern and she didn't knew where it would be better to do this*\n\"Do you know... How do we start?\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia realised that she never mounted a horse without a saddle but convinced herself that it shouldn't be that much harder*\n''Well I guess I get on your back?'' \n*She looked at Olive*\n''Maybe lower yourself a little so I can climb on better?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive nodded and kneel so she could climb on her back, she stayed quiet while she did so*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "''If you don't like it, feel free to tell me.''\n*She then proceded to climb up her back like she did with any horse*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*As she felt how Sofia got on her, she felt a shiver going up her spine, instinct told her to get her off and Olive instinctively began running at full speed, not really knowing why or where she was running at, like that, Sofia could easily fall off if she didn't heal onto anything*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia tried to hold onto something by lowering her body and trying to grab something on the side of the centaur. Olive didn't say anything so she tried not to let go*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*By doing this, Sofia could grabbed onto Olive's arrow quiver successfully preventing her fall, after a couple of minutes or so, Olive finally slowing down and then stopped, panting a bit, she turned her head to Sofia to check if she was still there*\n\"S-sorry... I guess I... Got scared... Or something...\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia heart was pounding, she wasn't expecting it at all, her hair was all a mess and she just climbed down from Olive* \n''Well I guess it's normal, you told me that you weren't used to it after all''\n*Sofia looked around, a little confused*\n''So what now?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*Olive looked around, they could see that the tavern was now far away from them, it would take at least a couple minutes of walking to get back*\n\"Returning to the tavern... I guess... Or maybe we could try to find a saddle or something like that, for the next time that you want to try to ride on my back...\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "''I say back to the tavern, I still didn't check the quest board and its getting dark''\n*It was in fact getting dark, so she decided to start walking towards the tavern*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Yeah, better to check that if you want to do a quest, do we just walk there?\"\n*Olive began walking by her side in the direction of the tavern*"
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*After a couple of minute of walking the two arrived back infront of the tavern*\n''I'll go check for a quest, wanna join me?''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Yeah, why not? I left to find adventure and what better thing that to do a quest?\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "''Well lets look at the board (gonna check the server's)''\n*She entered the tavern and went to a billboard to the back of the tavern*\n''Let's see what is there to do''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She followed along and went to see what quest they could do*\n\"What do we got here...\""
},
{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "*Sofia looked at the quest a lovely wedding and was very interested, but then tought about her centaur friend, it would be kinda awkward and not really appropriate.*\n''Well the wedding job is literally what I was doing back home so it would be fun to do it again, but then again, it's not an appropriate job for a centaur like you...''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Yeah, you said you were a bodyguard right? It sounds like the perfect job for you... I certainly could fight with my bow, but I don't know how else i could help... Maybe I could buy some new clothes that are appropriate...\"\n*She was thinking about what she could do*"
}
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{
"author": "makowastaken",
"message": "''Yeah, maybe there will be more tomorrow morning so I'll go to sleep.''\n*She waved at Olive and headed towards the bartender to pay for a room for the night*\n''Good night Olive, see you soon''"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Yeah, I'll see you later\"\n*She payed for a space on the stables to spend the night*\n\"Good night Sofia\"\n*She went outside heading for the stables*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The next day...\n\nNagnis exited the tavern. He had already paid for his night so that was not a problem. He was ready to continue his journey, but first it was best to check on how Millie was doing. He walked to the end of the street to the stables to get Millie.\n\nUpon entering the stables, he opened her little area and found her still laying on the floor, fast asleep. He made a click noise with his mouth and she woke up, raising her head upwards.\n\n**\"Morning Millie. I hope you feel alright.\"** He spoke to her, offering her a piece of fruit to which she ate. He then grabbed the reigns and put them on her, followed by her saddle. Once everything was on, Millie stood up and allowed Nagnis to lead her out the stables.\n\nOnce they were outside, he got onto Millie's back. It felt so weird being off her for a short while, but now it felt natural.*"
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*It was a few days later when Nagnis returned back to the stables. He had jumped off Millie and led her into the stables, allowing her to get some sort of comfort in for the travels they had done these past few days. He had put her into a stable and turned her around, taking off her reigns and saddle and placing them to the side.\n\n**\"There you go, Millie. All relaxed and ready to rest.\"** He said to her before she collapsed. **\"Hey, at least be more careful with your body, that could hurt you.\"**\n\nMillie stared at him and he just sighed.\n\n**\"I forget you don't exactly understand me.\"** He gently patted Millie on the snout. **\"Sleep well, girl.\"** \n\nHe then exited the stable, and upon turning to leave, he passed a particular stable with a particularly unique being. It caught him off guard; at first he imagined it was a Macen who had decided to rest with their horse companion. He moved back and looked over the stable door and saw the body of a horse, yet no horse head. The beauty of the coat patterns took him by surprise... He hoped one gentle touch would not hurt. He was usually good with animals.\n\nHe slowly opened the stable and entered, moving his way towards the horse's body. He got onto one knee and reached a hand out slowly, hesitating for a moment before he gently touched the horse's side.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*The horse's body moved a little bit in it's sleep, as he pat its side, the hay that was covering the horse's 'head' moved away, revealing the torso of a woman, what he was touching was in fact a centaur, the sleepy creature was waking up and she looked around in confusion after she felt something touching her, she was still not assimilating what was going on*\n\n\"Huh?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He looked towards the woman's torso and immediately retracted his hand, stepping up and back. His eyes were wide, purely because he was not expecting such a thing to happen to him.\n\n**\"Good lord, madam, I'm so terribly sorry!\"** He exclaimed while bringing his hand up and scratching the back of his neck. **\"I had thought you were a regular horse, madam, I did not think you were... Attached.\"** He blushed a little pink in his cheeks. It was all he could formulate.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*The sleepy centaur, yawned and rubbed her eyes with her hands as she was still laying down*\n\n\"You thought that I was a regular horse and you were petting my side then?\"\n\n*She looked at him with a confused look on her face, she couldn't understand how was she confused with a normal horse if she very clearly wasn't one, he didn't see her torso? She stood up, the creature was easily taller than him*\n\n\"It's ok, I accept your apology, but I can't understand how did you confused me with a normal horse, do all horses have human torsos attach to them?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He paused and lowered his hand. \n\n**\"But, of course, madam. Do... Have you never seen a proper horse?\"** He raised his eyebrow slightly. Perhaps she did not know any better, and that was fine. He would be sure to expose her to this idea.\n\n**\"I'm surprise you've... Lived with that conception. I came here to put my horse to rest for the night. Would you like to see my horse?\"***"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss was at the stables at the time in order to exchange a few words with the current owner of the horse he wished to purchase, on his way out from the talk he would hear the familiar voice of Nag and would peek into that slot in the stable, seeing a familiar centaur.*\n\n\"It's weird that I can't seem to escape either of you when I'm not working.\""
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"I've seen people riding horses... Not up close but I've seen them, and of course I would like to see your horse!\"\n\n*She always wanted to see people's pets and different animals that accompanied them but she hadn't had the opportunity to pet a horse, since she was too shy to ask a total stranger, she turned around as she heard the voice of the bartender that she had encountered previously*\n\n\"Hi there, are you following me or something? It's the second time I've encountered you out of the tavern\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"Following you? That's a bold accusation.\" *He'd chuckle.* \"I actually came here to buy a horse, any chance you're for sale? Wait, that sounded way better in my head before I realized it's probably racist.\"\n\n*His grin wouldn't fade as he came into full view.* \"Your name was Olive, right?\""
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"Me? For sale? The other day one of my friends tried to ride on my back and I freaked out and almost made her fall, I don't think I would work as a horse unless you wanted a wild rodeo horse\"\n\n*Olive wasn't offended, she giggled covering her mouth, she still wasn't even used to wearing a saddle, she picked up her bow and arrow quiver from the ground*\n\n\"And yes, I'm Olive, your name was Quiss did I remembered it correctly?\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"The one and only.\" *He would chuckle at the description of her being ridden like a wild rodeo.* \"Honestly I had no idea the centaur lived in stables, you don't eat hay, right? Hm, now that I think about it, there are so many questions about how the centaur work. Which part has the heart, which part has more organs?\""
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"It's just that the beds on tavern aren't usually big enough for a centaur, it's better for me to sleep here, it's confortable for me\"\n\n*She thought for a moment*\n\n\"About the organs... My human side actually just has my lungs and heart, the rest is in my horse part, centaurs have really big lungs and hearts to sustain our bodies\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"That's actually... Pretty fucking cool.\" *He would eye the centaur head to toe, looking genuinely fascinated.* \"Never really thought about the inner workings of a centaur.* \"What about... You know. Actually that's probably an inappropriate question to ask a lady.\""
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"My what? I don't feel ashamed easily, if you have a question, I can answer it\"\n\n*She had no clue what he wanted to ask but she was curious about it, she played with the hay on the ground with her left front hoof*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"You know... The edit baby centaur come out of. Since well, you aren't exactly wearing pants or anything.\" *Quiss didn't seem ashamed of the question itself, more so just didn't want to scare the centaur.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She blushed a bit but then decided to answer the question*\n\n\"W-well... That's just like the same as... A horse... Except that baby centaurs come out instead of full horses...\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss would ponder that for a moment.* \"So centaurs can only breed with centaurs? Or does any race work? Do horses work?\" *He would chuckle at the thought but would look genuinely curious.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*She blushed even more*\n\n\"I-I believe that it works with any race... But the babies would always come out with centaur bodies... Or that's what I heard from my tribe...\"\n\n*She keep playing with the hay with her hooves to distract herself*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Seeing her get uncomfortable he decided to tease her, leaning on the pillar next to him.*\n\nSo theoretically we could make Dark Elf Centaurs?\"\n\n*He'd wink after saying that, hoping to catch her off guard.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "*This definitely catches her off guard, she took a step back and clumsily sat on the ground with just her back legs, she was blushing red as a tomato with her ears lowered*\n\n\"Y-yeah... T-theoretically, it could be possible...\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*He would chuckle at the reaction.* \"So much for not being ashamed easily.~ Well, I have to go pick up my new horse now, and run some errands. It was fun talking to you. Quite informative~.\"\n\n*He would turn to leave, offering her a three fingered wave as he does so.*"
},
{
"author": "iguanaqueen",
"message": "\"See ya...\"\n\n*She sight in relief that those questions were over and decided to go back to sleep, she went back into her space in the stables and laid down, quickly falling asleep*"
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis had exited the stables the next day. From the stables, he walked along with his horse, leading her by the reigns out the stables. He took one look at her and couldn't help but smile.\n\n**\"Alright, Millie,\"** He begun, **\"Let's head somewhere different today. Outside the Capital. What do you say?\"**\n\nThe horse gave a huff in response.\n\n**\"That's the spirit! This will be exciting! Hopefully somewhere else will take me in as a bartender.\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Just as he exited the actual stables, an effeminate, but serene voice spoke out from a little ways to his left.* \"Excuse me, sir,\" *Lilliane spoke, walking up to him in her standard attire of what clothing,* \"I was hoping you could give me some directions.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*For a moment, the dark elf got a fright. He turned to look in the direction of the voice, his eyes widen in surprise. The beautiful voice came from this young lady? She was so pale, it actually took him a while to respond as he was looking up and down her for a split second. Once he finished, he then looked into her eyes with his own bright, yellow eyes.\n\n**\"Good day, madam.\"** He responded, a smile being brought to his face. **\"It does depend. Where are you hoping to be directed to?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I was hoping to reach the Salvain Empire before dark.\" *She bowed slightly, spear strapped against her back, the family crest as the tip shimmering in the sunlight.* \"Do you know of any hastily ways to reach it before tomorrow?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He thought on this for a moment. Considering he himself was going out of South Silnaria, perhaps it would be best for the two of them to travel together, along with Millie.\n\n**\"I'm not entirely sure. However, I can take you there on my horse, Millie. There's space on the saddle for the two of us, and travelling with her is better than going on foot.\"** He then gestured to the horse he was leading.\n\n**\"Would you like to take this offer?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I would absolutely, thank you.\" *She flashed him a smile. Going with someone definitely best going alone, especially when they had a means of faster travel.*\n\n*She walked up to the horse and quickly saddled it behind him. She wrapped her arms around his chest for both posture and safety, bringing her head on his shoulder.* \"Alright, let's get going.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a nod and jumped onto Millie's back as well, settling himself before he patted Millie on the neck.\n\n**\"Off we go girl, to the Salvian Empire!\"** He exclaimed. \n\nMillie could tell by the tone of his voice that it was time to run. So she begun to take off, bolting for a good head start. She wasn't planning to run the whole way, but at least starting off fast might get them somewhere fast. \n\nIt would not be long before they eventually reached .*"
}
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{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*After emerging from the wilds where he was just about robbed, Alexi started making his way through the town in search of a bar so he could get a drink or two to cool off and take his mind off things. He of course still had all of his money due to some expertly crafted lies that he had told the robber from before, it was a true wonder on how they seemed to work though* \n\n*Soon enough Alexi came upon a tavern, it was exactly what he was looking for so he entered and took a seat at the closest table to the exit, he was still a bit on edge about what had happened after all*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*The tavern would be unusually empty for this time of day. The barman, Quiss was rubbing glasses as usual, serving the occasional order. When he saw the man walk in he'd expect him to come up to the bar. When he didn't, he'd shout out to him.*\n\n\"Hey buddy! If you want a drink you're getting yourself here. This ain't no fancy tavern with a waiter working at all times.\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Yeah I know that and I'll buy something soon\"\n\n*Alexi knew from the moment he walked in that there were no waiters, there was only one man tending to the bar after all. This didn't stop him from taking a seat to collect his thoughts for a few moments though. Alexi did eventually get up and make his way over to the bar, taking a seat there once he found one. He wasn't planning on getting drunk, maybe just a little buzzed and all but not blackout drunk... That would just lead to problems that he frankly didn't want fo course*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"So. What're you having? Whiskey? Ale? Milk?\"\n\n*He would grin at the last option, seeing as well... The patron was rather cat-like. As he awaits his answer he would exchange a few words with a leaving customer. Something about seeing them tomorrow. The female would reply rather flirtatiously as Quiss' eyes would turn form her back to the patron infront of him. He'd patiently drum his fingers on the bar.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"I'd like an ale please\"\n\n*Alexi let out a small sigh as he placed his order of sorts, he was all kinds of tired if he was to be honest. It wasn't like anyone could blame him though, he did quite a bit on this day and also had a few things happen to him that he would rather not speak about due to having to keep his word. That all didn't matter though when he was so close to washing it away with a little bit of ale*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"Let me guess, a girl you've been with for two years broke up with you?\"\n\n*Quiss would turn to poor the Earth Macen ale into a tankard. Filling it to the brim before twisting back around, placing it on the bar and sliding it to the man. He'd then just look at him and await an answer, his arms both placed on the bar for support as he leans on it..*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Heh, I wish! Was just about killed and robbed of everything I have a little earlier today\"\n\n*Alexi spoke with a more lighthearted tone despite almost being killed a few hours before, this was also why he wanted a bit of alcohol his system. Alexi had \"Caught\" The sliding tankard as it slid to him, taking a decent gulp of it's contents afterwards. It was essentially a doozie of a day for him*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Quiss would chuckle at the response, but would not seem in the least surprised by it.*\n\n\"Yeah, can't say that's the proudest thing South Silnaria has to offer. I mean hey, in a way it brought you to the tavern. There's some good in that. Mostly for me, since I get paid. But who knows, maybe for you aswell.\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Eh, it is what it is I guess. I'll eventually get paid for what I do though, just gotta finish the job\"\n\n*Alexi gave a shrug before taking another gulp from his tankard, the taste of the ale so familiar yet close to foreign at the same time, it is hard getting alcohol out in the woods after all.* \n\n\"Say, how much does this ale cost?\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"The ales on the house because your story is believable, I don't think you're lying.\"\n\n*Quiss would then look around the bar, noticing a waiting patron. He'd turn to Alexi.*\n\n\"If you'll excuse me, I have work.\"\n\n*He'd go on to serve the next patron.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Soon enough Alexi finished up his drink and exited the tavern to get on with his work, he had a map to finish after all*"
}
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{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Soon enough they reached the entrance to Wakazu, Ryland had only then just been getting tired from having to carry the bleeding Adeliza all the way here. He did have to hope that there would be a healer within the confines of the city lest his efforts be wasted, before he worried about finding a healer, he had to make sure that the person he was helping was FairPlay as well... Or well, at least alive* \n\n\"Hey Adeliza we are here, how are you doing?\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"I'm okay but how are you?\" *She was thankful that they made it here but she was more concerned about him then herself*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"A little tired from carrying you but no worse for the wear\"\n\n*Ryland spoke true and honestly about his own condition, he frankly was tired and could go for a rest but he was willing to continue carrying her until her condition improves to where she can support herself... He wasn't sure how long that may be though considering how the gash may still open*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Ryland you should rest\" *She tried to get out of his arms so that he could sit down and rest and then she would try to go find some medicine for herself*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Are you able to support yourself?\"\n\n*Ryland let her out of his arms just to see if she could stand and walk on her own, if she couldn't he would act on it but if she could he would rest like she said. He did doubt the latter happening though*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would stand. She was a bit wobbly so she picked up a long stick from the ground and used it almost like a cane* \"You should rest\" *She ignored his question as she was concerned for him*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Look at you, the more injured one, trying to look after me. As much as I appreciate your concern Adeliza, please focus on yourself okay?\"\n\n*Ryland was of course dead serious in what he said, he needed no one to concern about him because there wasn't anything out of the normal for him, he was just only tired after all. Besides, she was literally the one bleeding out*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"But you need to rest and i don't want to be anymore of a burden to you\" *She was being honest and she felt guilty and he could come with her if he wished*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"I can assure you that you are no burden, if I thought you were I'd probably would have just walked by you in the forest\"\n\n*Brutal was the best way to describe this statement of his but it was the truth, had Ryland not thought that bringing Adeliza here would be a good thing to do, he would have absolutely walked by her. He hadn't though which had brought them here*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well you can accompany me if you'd like\" *This way he could be watching her at all times and she wouldn't be alone*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Well what would I be accomplish you in? Or is this just for companionship?\"\n\n*Ryland wasn't going to just blindly say yes to such a question, he wanted to know the girl's motives first before he decided on something of course*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"It would just be for companionship but if you'd like to rest than i'm fine with that too\" *She told him this and she was being quite honest as she wasn't the kind of person to do shady things*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Well I can't say that I was looking for companionship but I guess I can agree to that\"\n\n*Ryland wasn't a lone wolf, he'd rather choose to travel with someone than do it alone because of the fact that he wouldn't be alone in the adventures and what not... He also hated no having someone to talk to*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She stretched out her hand to him so that she could help him walk because she knew that he would be tired* \"Let's go check out some of the stores over there\" *She pointed to a few shops that weren't too far away*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Ryland didn't need help walking or anything because he wasn't so tired that he would pass out right then and there, sure carrying someone such a distance did take a toll on him but it wasn't something he had to tend to at that moment. Besides, he had to worry about Adeliza's gash on her arm, it was best it was healed as soon as possible*\n\n\"We can head to stores later, right now we need to find a healer to take care of your arm.\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Yea but that's why we should go to the stores cause if we can't find a healer, we would at least find some medicine\" *She started to walk*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"From my experience, most medicine shops have healers within them... It's sorta a two for one deal in a way\"\n\n*Ryland hadn't been to many healers but the ones that he had been to had usually had both a healer as well as a small medicine shop and all that, this made his view slightly different than that of Adeliza though.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Alright that's good to know. Shall we proceed then?\" *She looked at him and wondered if he needed more rest or if he was ready to go*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Yeah let's get going\"\n\n*Ryland's voice was full of energy, a tone that portrayed that he wasn't dead exhausted or anything. Sure he needed that short break but he was good to go now and he had his sights set on finding a healing house or something of the like*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She was surprised to see him so happy and full of energy that it made her happy too and so she started to walk at a pretty quick pace as she wanted to find a healer as soon as possible*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Soon enough they came upon a smaller shack, it wasn't in a bad shape or anything but it was small and seemingly cramped just y the outer appearance. This was a medicinal shop though due to the sign above the door signifying so, maybe there was a healer in there with the many potions or maybe there wasn't, he simply wasn't sure*\n\n\"Whelp, here we are!\""
}
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{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Yup\" *She knocked on the door of the shack*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*The door creaked open a little when Adeliza has knocked, this of course revealing the young woman that was tending the counter on the inside. The store was open of course so Adeliza would be free to enter to get what she needed and all that. Ryland though decided to wait outside because he had no need to go in*\n\n\"Hey you go in, I'll wait out here\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Alright thanks again\" *She went inside to the old woman at the counter* \"Hello!\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*The young woman jumped a little in surprise as she was greeted, she didn't exactly expect any customers today, that didn't stop her from putting on a smile as she looked over the new customer.*\n\n\"How may I help you today?\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Um I have a cut on my arm and I was wondering if you could treat it\" *She removed the cloth that covered her cut and she walked up to the woman*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*This wasn't the first time someone had come in with an injury that needed to be treated, especially in this woman's case. She didn't know healing magic though so the best she could do was pull a small glass bottle of a healing salve and a few cloth dressings and set them on the counter, these were probably the most effective things she had at the moment... Which really wasn't much*\n\n\"I can't heal using magic but I can suggest that you buy these two items, a salve to heal the wound and a roll of cloth dressings to protect it of course. If you do want to buy them, it will be 1 silver and 5 copper\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Thank you so much but i only have gold so is it possible for me to get some change?\" *She asked with a smile on her face. She was very grateful to the woman for helping her*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Yeah... I have change\"\n\n*The woman sighed in slight annoyance as she brought out a coin box and opened it before digging out the required silver and copper to compensate for Adeliza's lack of silver or copper. It was a lengthy process though that took a few minutes, but eventually the woman finished and held her hand out so Adeliza can pay her gold coin and receive the change*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She gave her the gold coin and took the change with a smile* \"Thank you again and sorry for any inconvenience\" *She walked out of the shack and to ryland*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"So, how'd it go?\"\n\n*Ryland asked with curiosity in his voice, he did have to wonder if she was healed or was just sold medicine to help the wound. Either or, it was better than just letting it sit and possibly get an infection.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"I got medicine\" *She held out the bag that contained the salve to heal the wound and the pieces of cloth to protect it*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Well why don't we take a moment so you can treat the gash okay? After we do that we can go on\"\n\n*Ryland would rather see the wound on the path of healing before they go on before they head on then heading on and risking anything worse happening before they can patch the wound up... It was already as bad as it could get at this point after all*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She put the bag of items on the ground and she started to apply the medicine which stung a little bit but she knew she had to do it. She then put the medicine in the bag and began to wrap her wound*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Ryland stood aside as she did her thing, he was quite happy to see the gash being treated though as it meant that the risk of her dying would significantly lower tenfold. The biggest downside was that it may scar, something that he had learned that many women would rather not have happen... He couldn't say it was the same for Adeliza of course, but it was just an assumption of sorts, and possibly an unfair one at that*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She finished wrapping her wound and then she put everything back in the bag and picked up her stick and the bag* \"So where to now?\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Well that depends, is there anything you want to do?\"\n\n*Frankly, Ryland hadn't much that he needed to do on this day, this was mostly because his line of work was more when he wanted to work instead of having to do it all the time, he was a carpenter after all. He did have to purchase a home eventually though as it would serve a place to set up a workstation as well as a place of permanent residence... He could focus on that in the future though*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"I mean I'm not exactly sure since it's been a while since I've actually come into a town or village\" *She looked around to see what kinds of things there were*"
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Their walking would take them into Wakazu, her eyes focused on her route in front of her as she wandered alongside the Dark Elf.\n\n**\"Eh, I used to live here. Not so much anymore, since I revoked my highly important title.\"** She stuck her tongue out at the mention of the title. **\"Bah, it was for the best. Folks here probably won't recognize me since I'm not all dressed up in my indoctrination gear.\"***"
},
{
"author": "goswaldthegoose",
"message": "*He nodded, understanding refusing titles and the city life.* I: \"Im from a high-class family of mages, Im 2nd in line to take the title of Magister En'naur, dont know if Ill take it up. Anyways, right this way.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*She looked at him for a moment, her ears perked up.\n\n**\"Oh, damn, that's awesome! We're from similar backgrounds! Except... A little different, but similar!\"** She then paused as he asked her to follow. **\"Oop, let's go!\"** She said, following beside him. Her tail wouldn't stop swaying behind her as she walked.*"
},
{
"author": "goswaldthegoose",
"message": "*He continued on to a shady looking house in the south side of the city where he knocked on the door and entered when a little man opened the door for him.* I: \"Be careful and respectful. And dont talk so much.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*She clapped her hand over her mouth and nodded, removing her hand from her mouth. She entered along with him. Now she was really being put up to the test. No talking? Be careful? Be respectful? Those are just... Non-existent all together in Bluebell, but regardless, she would try her best.*"
},
{
"author": "goswaldthegoose",
"message": "*They were led to a shadow of a man in a chair who held out a hand, evidently awaiting the nightshade. I'halya complied and then it was gone, in its place a small bag of copper and silver coins, not much really but something. They were shooed away by the butler. I'halya spoke then.* I: \"And like that, Im a few coins richer and you're back in the city. Now I've got some familial things to tend to, but I hope I'll see you again Bluebell.\" *And with that he was off into the city, disappearing amongst the crowds of dark elves like him.*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*As they went out, and he abruptly spoke, she gasped softly.\n\n**\"Wha- wait-\"**\n\nBut too late. He disappeared. Her ears folded downwards a bit. She was hoping to at least do more fun things with him. In fact, she quite liked him. Now he was gone, she got a little overwhelmed. She slinked away into an ally way, hiding there for the while she changed back into her Lesser form. Coming out as an arctic fox, she bounded away, off and towards the forest.*"
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*As the two of them came out the forest, she gently placed her hands over Kondor's eyes to shield them from the sun. Almost like blinkers.\n\n**\"You'll enjoy it. There's lots of elves there, hence I needed to learn Elvish when I was young. They can be nice people, and this is actually where one of my best friends came from! Oh, I hope his family is still around.\"** She looked down at him. **\"His family weren't nice to him, but they were nice to me!\"***"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "**\"Really? Seems bad they 'weren't' nice to him. But Elves, huh. I think I never see one before. But mentor taught me them. He says they 'fast little buggers', and they use magic lots. They speak Common, or only Elven?\"**\n\n*Throwing aside the fact that he was using the sentences he had heard before and slapping them onto his speech, which made it sound as though he spoke properly for those short moments, he was contemplating how he would communicate once here.*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Their official language is Elvish. It's quite the romantic language! My best friend used to speak it to me just to fluster me on purpose, but since he left and I don't know what happened to him, I don't get to hear it often. And my accent isn't exactly the best so...\"** She blinked as she looked ahead. \n\n**\"They're mostly dark elves with a few regular elves strewn about. Your wood elves, high elves, all them.\"** She smiled with her tail swaying.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*He kept walking, going on until the two arrived at the gates of the town. Bluebell's mention of Elven being a \"Romantic\" Language had gotten him slightly interested, but his nature simply interested him in it out of curiosity, nothing else. Nu-uh. Totally.*\n\n**\"Can you help me talk to them? I don't know how gate works. Last time, I escorted in, so no experience.\"**"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Oh, sure!\"** She exclaimed then climbed down from Kondor's shoulders and onto the ground. She made her way towards the two guards, who pointed their spears at her.\n\n**\"Halt. What brings you here?\"** One guard spoke.\n\n**\"Let ammen in, please. Mui est- na- Bluebell, mui mellon hi na- named Kondor.\"** She spoke to them. The two guards perked up and retracted their spears.\n\n**\"Apologies, Bluebell. Mín baur na treat cin i same.\"** The other guard responded before opening the gates for them.\n\nBluebell turned and looked at Kondor, giving him a thumbs up.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*He returned the thumbs up to her, and walked forwards through the gates, before crouching down again and waiting for her to get on his back again.*\n\n**\"Thank you, Bluebell.\"** *He smiles once more, and looks around at the buildings and townspeople as they wandered around, an air of childish curiosity surrounding him, despite his age. It was rather ironic, really, but that was how it was. Not that it mattered since the elves here were likely much older than him anyway. He made sure his hood was fully on, so as not to scare anyone here.*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*She smiled as she walked through the gate, immediately a few people turning to look in her direction. Her ears folded back against her scalp. People were recognizing her and she did not really like that. A little bead of sweat formed on the side of her head as she looked at them. She moved behind Kondor, whispering something to him.\n\n**\"If anyone asks, I'm your familiar.\"** She said. He was big enough that when she went behind him, she immediately turned to her lesser form, popping out the other side of him as a fox.\n\n**\"I'll still be able to talk.\"** She said, still in this form.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "**\"Alright.\"** *He nods, and stands back up to his full height. He didn't ask why she thought this way, nor why she didn't want to be recognised, but it would be rude to ask anyway. And on top of that, she was his first friend, so he didn't want to be rude in any way.*\n\n*He begins to walk further in, looking to see if there was an inn or something else to stay in, as the reason he had needed to find a place like this anyway was to sleep there. Though it might be a little strange for him as this would be the first time he had really been with someone of the opposite gender.*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*They moved their way through the place, the elves occasionally looking up at Kondor, but then they would look away upon seeing the little arctic fox following his ankles. She'd watch how the other elves would look at her but not think twice on her. She liked this lesser form.\n\n**\"There should be an inn nearby that Nagnis used to own. Do you want to rest there?\"** She asked as they wandered.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*Hearing the name mentioned, Kondor thought back a few days, to the inn owner he had met, likely by the same name of Nagnis. However, his memory failed him, and he couldn't remember if that really was him. After all, he had only spent a day there before moving on.* \n**\"Nagnis? I remember name. I think I met him. But not sure...\"** *His brows crunch up as he tries to remember if it was really a Nagnis who he had met, but he can't do so.*"
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{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Solden tapped her fingers against her glass, surveying the tavern. Most of the patrons were men. Drunk, raucous men. She instinctively pulled her hood further over her face. \n\nCreaking and the sound of footsteps alerted Solden to the presence of another person. She glanced at the new person and saw a jackal in humanoid form. Turning away in disinterest, she took a sip, and pulled her sword a little closer just in case the stranger was looking for trouble. He sat down in the corner and called for what looked like ale. It seemed like he was the kind to stay for a while."
},
{
"author": "valethros",
"message": "One would not be able to so much see, but rather *Feel* The jackal's intense gaze on them, like a predator surveyed prey. The young macen girl would no be spared from that gaze, the unsettling sensation lurking right past the corner of her eye that one would so much prefer to ignore and pretend that is not there at all. \n\nThe beastkin's cloaked figure gave away very little about him aside from the angular canine muzzle, clad in midnight black fur and tempered in a pair of deep scars; one on the top of his snout and another across his right eye, leaving it pallid and missing a pupil as if it had been severed by a past injury. Minutes passed of him savouring the liquor at a lasting pace before he called upon the middle-aged innkeeper with a subtle gesture. Muttering a few words to the dark elf, the man nodded and glanced over Solden's way briefly before parting. \n\nFew moments passed, the elven bartender would move towards the side the girl had been seated, offering a bowl of warm stew and honey mead to her. \"Courtesy of the canifor gentleman to the corner,\" The dark elf stated with a soft smile before the subject of payment would come up. \"He has only asked to make your company in turn while here, if you would kindly honor his request.\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Solden straightened in her seat, eying the food suspiciously. She looked at the elf, and then the jackal. \"Alright,\" She said slowly. Moving over to the corner, she pulled out a seat next to the jackal. The dark elf set the food down, and Solden murmured a word of thanks.\n\n\"You asked for my company,\" Solden said bluntly. \"Why?\""
},
{
"author": "valethros",
"message": "The jackal took a low sip of ale, eyeing her through the glass of his mug as the girl approached him. His expression bereft of any distinct emotion or intent has been uncanny to a fault.\n\n\"Lone young lass in a tavern by night is rarely a common sight, and even more rarely ends well.\" He stated with a deep, foreboding voice. \n\"You must be either unfamiliar to the dangers lurking in such places, or confident enough in your skill to face them.\" He glanced over the sheathed blade at her hip, a smirk flickering on the edges of his muzzle before turning to look at the girl expectantly. The beast held no visible weapons of his own, but one could never be sure what was hidden beneath the blackened leather cloak."
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Her eye twitched slightly at the smirk, and she let out something between a scoff and a laugh. \n\n\"Don't I know it. I just come here for the alcohol. My sword will help if I run into any trouble.\" She shrugged."
},
{
"author": "valethros",
"message": "\"Will it?\" The jackal's tone lowered, seemingly unconvinced. \"Alcohol turns men brazen, violent. There's only so much one blade will do to avert a group of them.\"\n\nHe took another sip of his ale, savouring the deep scent for a moment before baring his inquisitive gaze at the girl once more. His lips retracted briefly to flash his canines before continuing quietly. \"Though if you do feel confident with yourself and a weapon, there are better ways to pass your time than a lousy tavern.\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "\"If worse comes to worse, I can keep them off while I run.\" She shrugged, but then paused for a moment. \"Better ways to pass my time?\" Her eyes narrowed. \"Such as...?\""
},
{
"author": "valethros",
"message": "The beastkin raised a brow, placing his mug to the side and shifting his posture to lean his elbow over one knee. \n\"Not from 'round here, are you? No, humans rarely trust dark elves enough to stay here for long. Can't say I blame 'em either, considering their 'oh-so-noble' relatives.\" The jackal scorned with a sardonic snarl at the mention of high elves, narrowing the slits in his one good red eye. \"No, I believe you've come here for a reason... An opportunity that has little to do with liquor. And if it coin you're after, I believe I can provide.\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "Solden studied the beastkin. \"I'm in no need of money.\" She said shortly. \"I'm traveling, and while I may need to take up a few jobs here and there, I have no intention of staying too long.\""
},
{
"author": "valethros",
"message": "\"That is your plan? Running from one odd job to another to make ends meet?\" The jackal inquired, unconvinced. His voice was rough as gravel when raising it, even mildly. \"What I offer is a chance to settle down and have a place you call home, if you will hear me out.\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "\"...Alright, I'll hear you out. What's your offer?\" She asked."
},
{
"author": "valethros",
"message": "\"Thank you,\" The jackal half-heartedly before leaning back into his modest seat. \n\"I have recently made a purchase in the city's outskirts. A quaint little estate really, and I'm in need of a steward to look after it while I'm away on... 'business',\" He cleared his throat on that, arching an eyebrow. \"One with discretion and passable skill with a blade would be most suitable for the job, if I can count on you to possess that.\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "\"Business, huh.\" She thought for a second. \"I say... No. Sorry, but I'm not looking to settle down in one place.\" She shrugged."
},
{
"author": "valethros",
"message": "\"I see...\" The jackal bemused, subtle disapproval in his tone. \"S'ppose you're still young and wish to see the world for yourself. Ain't one to prevent you from that, I was no different back then.\"\nHe finished the mug of ale with a belated sigh, reaching under his cloak to procure a coin. The glint of gold was unmistakable as he flipped it into the air, landing on his armoured palm before letting it on the table in front of her. A peculiar scorpion pattern was engraved upon the coin's surface, sting raised in a combative position. \n\"For your trouble,\" He muttered as he stood up, fixing the hood over his head. \"If you ever change your mind, show this coin to the 'right' people, and you'll know where to find me.\""
},
{
"author": ".solrise",
"message": "She examined the coin, and took it. \"Alright. Goodbye.\""
},
{
"author": "valethros",
"message": "\"Farewell, may the shadow guide your path.\" \nThe beastkin made a subtle bow, turning his way towards the exit, cloak waving behind him."
}
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{
"author": "Ehakli",
"message": "The dark elf gave a very subtle, very knowing look to her conjured familiar, exchanging impressions through the binding between them, only to tear away in that moment at the encounter of another. \"Hmm?\" She gave in an immediate neutral response, her blue eyes noting the features of the canine humanoid. Gray lips painted a midnight blue parted, serving as the strongest of subdued motions of surprise at the approach of a Canifor. \n\nWithin Ehalki's mind, old memories played in glimpse reminders; of Dubairá's early campaign, of a front falling. Images of her dear cousin Uderra, and her comrade Vairvadh torn asunder by such bestial, wolf-like warriors before the retreat from the hills of Mentia's eastern reaches 28 years ago. If Juna was a perceptive sort, there would be a moment in this first met of eyes that betrayed this dark elf as those memories passed - a blink of pheromones of fear, regret, anger. Duly to the controlled nature of silnari, however, it was only but a blink.\n\nThe dark elf gave a smile, dipping her head in acceptance to the request, and gestured to an unoccupied chair by the lacquered wooden table she was enjoying, signaling further with a dusky hand that draped an absurdly fine silver chain that linked a similarly made band of intricately patterned pair of coil worn on her index finger and thumb. \n\n\"Please do.\" She offered with a welcoming tone. \"I would be cruel to turn away the opportunity to watch the sunset from here, after all.\" Ehakli gave a gentle grin at that, crossing her legs as she adjusted to a more languid state in her iron-wrought chair, silvery-blue material slipping about her adjustment in the fine dress-like robe she wore, her deep blue, laced boots kicking a bit in the cross in passive interest. \"It is quite a sight in this renewed peace, is it not?\" \n\nHer owl, perched on another chair, became squat for a moment.\n\nThe feathery familiar was clearly watching the jackal."
},
{
"author": "com.co",
"message": "A challenger approaches"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*It wasn't hard for Juna to pick up an offset of emotion the Elf gave at her question or perhaps it was for something else Juna couldn't pinpoint. However, she simply kept her gaze lowered. Juna knew better than to let herself feel too anxious in the moment from what another might say or do. Such feeling could be enough to set off her Jackal which was never good in any given situation. \n\nJace meanwhile had most of his attention at the owl watching him. Hopping up onto his hind legs, the Jackal would plant his forepaws on the base of the chair to close the distance between the two of them before he would give a half bark at the bird. It wasn't very loud as the Jackal wasn't quite sure of what to make of this strange bird. Though instead of going for it, he simply held the stare, his body growing still in motion as he gazed back at it.\n\nWith the Dark Elf welcoming her to take a seat, Juna gave a grateful 'thank you' before walking over to sit down in the empty chair with a tired sigh. The Canifor had never thought a chair could feel so comfortable, though now with her laying back in it with the large egg in her arms it was almost relaxing.\n\nJuna's ears swiveled to the side at Ehaki's question and in response to it, Juna would gaze out towards the sun dipping below the horizon. A faint smile appeared on her face with the sight of it. The Canifor could appreciate the simple things in nature especially as she found herself making a home within the bounds of it rather than that of a city or capitol. Even the town itself can have a bit of beauty to it in the light the world shined on it.\"Yes... I...I guess it is...\"*She said in her normally quiet tone. Eventually the Canifor would bring herself to turn towards Ehakli and get a good look of her soon shifting to the owl companion she had. It was an interesting duo, yet they seemed to suit each other.*\"It's... My first time visiting the Capitol actually...\"*Juna eventually stated.*"
},
{
"author": "Ehakli",
"message": "The owl roused a bit at the reserved bit of bark, its feathers standing on end as it tilted its head as if studying the creature. It eventually settled its feathers, and seemed to have grown longer and thinner, perhaps even a bit more sinister as it bobbed its head about. \n\nEhalki eyed the canifor's mannerisms for a bit before leaning to the side a moment to reach into her satchel, recovering a second cup, settling it upon the table. \"You *Do* Have a look about you that suggests you're not at ease with the place.\" She reached into a tiny cloth bag on the table, pinching out some dry tea to put into the new cup. \"It was a confusing place for newcomers before and after the conflict.\" Then, she traced an index finger on the side of the kettle. A moment later, a gentle bubbling could be heard within in it. The dark elf then took the kettle, and poured freshly hot water into the cup before offering it to this seemingly timid stranger. \"Were you looking for a marketer for that egg of yours? I do know there are some dealers in rare creatures somewhere in this city, but the Academy might be your best option. Tea?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Jace's ears rose as the owl seemingly grew larger in size, causing the Jackal to look back towards his owner with a bewildered look to his face. Juna, however, wasn't paying the Jackal's owl investigations much mind. Instead she focused more on Ehalki for the time being, hoping her Jackal kept his calm demeanor.\n\nAt Ehalki's observation, Juna's ears would lift up in attentiveness.*\"Oh- no... This place is fine it's just...\"*She averted her gaze for a moment, looking around the area as she paused to come up with the right wording.*\"Overwhelming at times...\"*Juna eventually looked back to the elf, watching her hand motions with careful observation. Her reaching into the bag, her gentle handling, the calm atmosphere. The Canifor seemed to expecting something, something that caused her to tense slightly only for her to relax at the sight of a simple cup. As she asked about the egg, Juna quietly said:*\n\n\"Actually... I...Was thinking about trying to hatch it...\"*Juna would stare down at the egg nestled in the crook of her arm and wondered if it was much different than a baby bird. Most likely. It wasn't like the egg could move on its own.*\"At least... I'm hoping it does... I'm... Not really sure how to take care of an egg... Or a bird...\"*She admitted before the elf would eventually offer the cup of tea to which Juna would gratefully take in her free hand.*\"Thank you...\"*The Canifor would blow on the warm tea before giving a small sip of it. She didn't exactly favor the taste, but it was good enough for her to continue drinking it without waste.*"
},
{
"author": "Ehakli",
"message": "The leering owl would then squat back into itself on its perch, its feathers rousing again till it looked something like a feathery sea urchin with large eyes. It clicked it beak. \n\nAfter a tiny pinch of the minty herb in her own cup, Ehakli poured refilled her own cup, one of her brows shifting slightly upwards as she listened. \"Oh?\" She took a slow slip, gently dipping her head an inch in acknowledgement of the manners. \"Hm, well, depending on what sort of bird laid it, assuming it is fertile of course, you would need to keep turning it. A good exposure to humidity is ideal, though keep it from mud, as it blocks those tiny little indents in the texture.\" She touched her chin in thought. \"As for taking care of it *After* Hatching, well that depends even further on the type, but most are rather social creatures, and require a great deal of attention.\" The dark elf then broke a small smile, as if she remembered something humorous. \"Unless it's a ratite of sorts, given its size. I fear no amount of social graces will help you when they're in a brooding season.\"\n\nShe then gave a look of realization that she was just spitting out avian facts, and raised her chin, adding \"My father had something of a hobby in avian pursuits, mostly falconry, but well, hobbies spread out over the years.\" She tilted her head a bit. \"Did you just find that in a nest somewhere out in the wilderness here?\""
}
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{
"author": "inspiredstorywriter",
"message": "Rafter was walking around the place. He had a Lymian book in one of his hands and a book about languages in another. Looking through the pages of both books, he was trying to figure out the language that the book was written in. There was a high chance of him walking into someone since he was so focused on the books."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna walked along the roads of Pepor, her gaze lowered as she passed through the crowds of people, heading towards the main part of the Capitol. Only recently had she given up her egg so that it could be properly cared for until it hatched and was strong enough to travel, though even now, Juna couldn't help but feel a bit of a more somber mood at the lightness of her bag where the egg once sat. In her lost of thought, she found herself incidentally bumping into a person, to which she would quickly be brought into reality as she rapidly said*\"Sorry sir-\"*In apology.*"
},
{
"author": "Rafter Lixen",
"message": "Rafter looked up from his books and made eye contact with Juna. If she managed to get a better look at him, she might notice that he was a Qua. \"It is fine.\" He tells Juna."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna dared to gaze up at him for a moment.*\"No no... I should have been looking at where I was go-\"*She paused, getting a small glimpse of his face which she figured to be only her imagination which alone made her stammered with her words.*\"That I ehm... I...I should have been looking where I was going-\"*She finally managed to get out. The Canifor had never seen a Qua before, only ever hearing about these large bug-like creatures that took on a more humanoid appearance and that alone for her was enough to sound like a nightmare. Surely he was not one of those, was he?*"
},
{
"author": "Rafter Lixen",
"message": "If Rafter had a human-like mouth, he would be smiling. It can be difficult to show expressions without a human-like mouth or eyebrows. \"Like I said, you are fine. I probably should be looking where I'm going, but I need to figure out the language this book is in. If I can't, then I might not be able to sell my translating services here.\" He tells Juna. There he goes explaining stuff about himself to a random person."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would slowly lower on her head the longer she would stare at him, soon finding herself dropping her gaze once more.*\"You're... You're a Qua-\"*She stated timidly, speaking the name of the species for the first time since her childhood. Juna didn't think them to be real and yet here one was standing before her speaking of translating services it seems. Juna could find herself easily disregarding his words for the sake of the mini panic attack she had felt, but at the very least some bit of what he said reached her even if it didn't seem to.*"
},
{
"author": "Rafter Lixen",
"message": "Rafter had a confused look on his face. He wondered why she said it like that. Then it hit him. \"I'm guessing you don't like Qua. Well don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you.\" He tells Juna. The guy is trying his best to be nonthreatening despite being a tall insectoid."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"No it's not that... It's-\"*Juna paused, not sure how to really explain herself without coming off as rude to the man.*\"I've... Never seen a Qua... In person before..\"*She decided to admit as she rubbed at her arm. Maybe at least then it wouldn't sound the harshest. It wasn't the idea of one hurting her so much as her getting too close to one for it to touch in her in the first place, the thought alone sending shivers down her spine. While Juna was spending her time stammering away, her Jackal would make progress around the Qua, sniffing at the strange insect's legs in wonderment of whether or not it was food like any other bug's.*"
},
{
"author": "Rafter Lixen",
"message": "Rafter made another expression that would be smiling if he had a human-like mouth. He was relieved that it wasn't that she didn't like Qua. \"Well, that's okay. I hope I've left a good impression on you.\" He says to Juna. He felt something moving around his legs and looked down to see Juna's Jackal sniffing him. \"Looks like your friend is interested in me.\" He remarks."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Her tail gave a nervous flick mostly from anxiousness. At the mention of her Jackal, Juna would say:*\"Oh... He... Well he tends to be interested in a lot of people...\"*The tone obviously carried exasperation, emphasized as she would give a quiet click of her tongue for him to 'come here' which only seemed the cause the Jackal to look over at her, his tongue hanging out in that goofy expression he tended to do to keep himself out of trouble. Juna sighed, eventually glancing back up at Rafter.*\"You... You said you're selling translation services...?\"*Juna of course didn't know exactly what he meant by that, but anything to push back the thoughts of her talking to a large bug seemed to help.*"
},
{
"author": "Rafter Lixen",
"message": "Rafter looked back up and towards Juna. \"Yes, I did. People, usually ones not from the place I'm selling at, can come to me and ask me to translate something for them. I either tell them or write in their language what the thing they want translated says. I also provide services to other merchants that want something translated for their shop. I'm studying every language there is in order to be the best translator I can be. That is it.\" He explains to Juna."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would give a tilt of her head at the explanation.*\"Oh... You can speak in multiple languages then...?\"*She decided to ask with a spurt of curiosity.*\"Which... Which ones do you know...?\"*Seeing his opportunity to go unnoticed, Jace would slowly walk his way back over to his owner, sitting down at her side while he left out a huff of air.*"
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would lower her hand to give Jace a small pat on his head, finding herself unable to move any closer to Rafter in the act of bringing him back over herself. The thought only seemed to make her more uneasy. While Rafter spoke of how good it was to be fluent in the different languages, Juna questioned how one could possible be any more fluent in one, two even. Juna was unfamiliar with Kadho, only really knowing of the place from her brief visit to Mentia, though she has never personally went there.*\"What about... Lymia...?\"*She'd ask seeing as it was where they were currently.*"
},
{
"author": "Rafter Lixen",
"message": "Rafter sighed. \"I've only just gotten here and yet to have learn how to translate the language here. But once I do, I will set up shop here until I'm ready to move on to the next place. I make about 10 silver a day right now so I making it through decently.\" He tells Juna."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Her head gave a small tilt as a thought crossed her.*\"Do you... Know of languages from different races...?\"*She'd ask curiously. Part of her was aware of some of the different tongue from those like Elves and possibly others of the sorts, though it made her curious if there were others out there that she didn't know of. Perhaps a bit accented even if not a completely different language. She's come to know some with very strong accents over others.*"
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*The bright light of new day shined overhead as Juna made her way through the city of the capital. With it being early in the morning, fewer people seemed to be out and about which only made it easier for this Canifor make her way through the streets without worry. Only a week or so ago did she send out a letter to a friend to meet her here near this cafe, the same one she place had once met the seeming bird professional before they had split ways. \n\nAs Juna neared the meet up spot, she would come to take a seat at one of the tables that sat outside while her Jackal made his way to standing guard just beneath the table.*\"Hopefully she'll make it in time...\"*She said quietly to no one in particular.*\"Or... At all...\"*This was the first time she had tried sending a message to someone in years and now she wondered if perhaps it was just an inconvenience for the random lady she had met in the woods once.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*Addy would slowly make her way through the city as she had a long journey from Salvainia on foot. After a few minutes, she would make her way towards the cafe whose name was in the letter she had received a few days prior from Juna. When she saw Juna sitting a table, she would slowly approach her with the gift she had promised in hand*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna silently tapped her fingers at the table in waiting as more and more time passed. Her gaze was kept low to other passerby's only glancing up every now and then to make sure she didn't miss the Macen somehow. Eventually, she would look over to see her approaching, the Canifor's tail giving a relieved flick at the sight of her.*\"You came-\"*She would say with a slight exhale to let go of whatever tension she had, soon replaced with a lighter wall of her natural timidity.*\"Sorry if... The letter was a bit rude of me... I know we've just met only for me to... Send you on a journey all the way here...\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would smile warmly as she approached her* \"No no please don't apologize! It's actually nice that i was able to come to a new city since i don't get to do that very often so actually i should be thanking you. Oh and before i forget, this is the gift that i promised you. I made it myself and i hope you like it\" *She would say as she placed it on the table. Inside was a bracelet with an animal charm and some beads that she felt matched juna's aesthetic*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears perked up a bit at the mention of a gift, having previously forgotten of the promise Adeliza made of her bringing one. Slowly she would open up the box after it was placed on the table, peaking inside to see the animal charm before she would grab it and take it out fully.*\"A... Bracelet...?\"*She asked, tilting her head curiously towards it while she turned it over.*\"It looks... So nice...\"*The Canifor would say in her naturally quiet tone while she worked to slip the bracelet on her wrist.*\"Thank you...\"*An awkward laugh would follow.*\"I feel a bit left out now... I wish I brought a gift as well for... Making you come all this way... Maybe I can pay for the tea...?\"*She offered.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"It's looks beautiful on you and i'm glad you like it\" *She would say with a smile as she carefully sat down, so as not to anger the jackal* \"I also brought some jerky for him since i remembered he liked it last time\" *She would say as she handed it to juna so that she could give it to jace* \"And no need to worry about the gift, but if you'd like, you may\" *She would say politely as she didn't want to seem rude* \"So, how've things been recently?\""
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Oh you didn't... Have to-\"*She said as Adeliza handed her the jerky only to trail off at the last two words. Juna had to admit she had long since run out of Jerky. Maybe now she can resume Jace's training with new motivation. She's going to have to anyways with Eggbert so close to hatching. Juna glanced down at the Jackal only for him to look up towards her in return, his nose twitching in scent of the bag of Jerky she now had.*\"Thank you...\"*She whispered, putting the bag away.*\"Things here have been... Well a little hard... I've... Been trying to get used to Lymia, but... Winter is coming soon and... I'm not sure I'm prepared for it this year...\"*The Canifor explained, carefully crossing her arms to act as a shield against the cooling air.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would smile but it would soon fade as she saw how she was feeling a bit cold* \"Is there anything I can do to help? I actually do a lot of sewing and clothes making so if there's anything you'd like me to make to keep you warm, then please don't hesitate to ask\" *She would say as she pulled a shawl out of her bag. She always carried an extra one with her for situations like this one. She would then hand it to juna to use for the time being*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna gave a flick of her ears in acknowledgement.*\"Oh you don't have to worry, I'll be fine... Just won't be able to stay out in the forest as I would have hoped.\"*She answered. Despite her waving off the Macen's offer, Juna couldn't help but wrap the shawl around her, taking in what little protection of the cold she could get. She hated the cold more so from its memories and the ill it brought which she tried to avoid in any way she could.*\"It's not why I asked you here anyways. I actually wanted to give some good news.\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well if you'd like, you can come stay with my boyfriend and I\" *She would then smile once again once she heard the words \"Good news\"* \"Oh do tell!\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna thought about her offer, coming to wonder just how awkward it would be with her sharing a space with the couple though of course instead of voicing her thoughts she'd simply smile in response and move away from it for the time being.*\"Well I just wanted to tell you that... I've managed to find a nice hatchery for Eggbert to stay at for a while...\"*Juna began, remembering Eggbert's absence after leaving him at the ranch.*\"And I... Just wanted to know if you wanted to be there when Eggbert hatches... Whenever... That may be... I don't actually know, but I've been told that it's supposed to be soon-\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"I would love to\" *She would say as she offered juna a reassuring smile* \"Just send me a letter and i'll be there... That is... If we aren't together before then\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*She gave a tilt of her head.*\"Are you sure you'll be able to make the trip back in time if we aren't...?\"*The Canifor would ask.*\"I... I know it must have taken quite a while just to get here...\"*Juna wasn't sure how long the egg would take the hatch once it started nor was she sure if she would be able to get a message out to Adeliza before it's too late with how long it typically took.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well we could stay here together if you want\" *She would say as she looked around the city to see what was nearby*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna leaned back in her chair, clutching the shawl tightly around her.*\"I wouldn't want to inconvenience you...\"*She'd say in a whisper.*\"I'm trying to get used this place myself and... Well it's a lot really...\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well it won't be an inconvenience, after all... I could use some time away from that city...\" *She would say as she smiled at her* \"Would you like to go some place warmer?\" *She would say as she noticed her feeling cold*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would droop as the furs along them threatened to stand up against the chill she felt.*\"Yes... Yes that would be nice...\"*The Canifor said gratefully.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would then slowly stand up so as not to anger jace* \"Is there a specific place that you know from your time here that you would like to go to?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna fell silent, taking the time to think it over with her short memory of the places she's visited here.*\"I... I think I may know one place that might work...\"*She'd eventually say, coming to stand up as well. Jace got up on his feet, seeing his owner stand up as his tail would wag excitedly in expectation of their departure.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would smile at how cute jace was and she would look back up at juna once again* \"Well lead the way, my friend\" *She would say as gestured in front of her*"
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna gave a nod and turned away from the Macen as she began to head down the cobbled path that she had tried to familiarize herself with. She didn't know many places here, but at the very least she could retrace her steps back a bit. With his owner already walking off, Jace would quickly turn to run ahead of her out of habit to clear the way of those he sought to be potential threats.*\"So... What have you been up to lately...?\"*Juna would ask once the cafe was slowly distancing itself behind them.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would smile as she walked beside her* \"Well I've been trying to work on my clothes designs and of course spending time with my boyfriend. I've also been trying to spend more time in nature\" *She would say as she took a deep breath of the crisp, cool air* \"And what about you?\" *She would say as she looked at her*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Well... I've been trying to get more used to Lymia since... I'll mostly be stuck around here until Eggbert is strong enough to travel... I've tried to get used to the forests around here, but... It seems like strange things always happen whenever I go out there...\"*She explained, thinking back to a couple of significant events specifically that had her questioning whether or not she should continue to venture in the forests alone with how little she knew of this place.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Hm that makes sense but maybe stay out of the forest for a little while, at least until you get to know more people here who can go with you in the forest\" *She would say as she wanted to make sure that juna didn't put herself in danger*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Yeah...\"*She said in solemn agreement.*\"But it does make my job of hunting a lot harder when I don't...\"*It was one thing not being able to go to the forest for the need of exploration. It was another when she couldn't even hunt especially with winter coming near and causing prey to become more scarce.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Ah yea that's not gonna be easy but maybe you can find someone to go with you? Or I can if you'd like\" *She'd say as she tried to think of what juna could do*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Oh you don't have to worry about that.\"*Juna would say in reassurance, giving a smile towards Adeliza.*\"After all there's always helping others out around the Capitol for extra coin... And... And it might be better than having to go out into the cold to find prey.\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"That's true and at least you know you'll always be able to help someone and get money whereas you face the uncertainty of finding something or not when you go hunting\" *She would say as she nodded in agreement*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Yeah-\"*Juna responded with a positive flick of her tail. She turned off the main path, pausing for a moment to make sure she was going the right way then continuing once more as she finally recognized the area.*\"And at least with winter coming soon, the need for clothing will be at an all time high.\"*Juna decided to jest within the fabrics of the shawl she was given.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would giggle a bit at juna's comment* \"That's true. Business will be pretty good and you know, i might need an assistant every now and then\" *She would say as she smiled at her, hinting to the fact that she may be able to earn some money with her*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Hopefully you'll be able to find one soon, at least one more competent than me when it comes to clothing business.\"*Juna said with a nervous laugh. She never really could find herself taking an interest in the creation of clothing, more so in being the one hunting for the furs used for such in her time out in the forests.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well i mean you could always help with delivering the packages or at least if you come across anyone who's in need of clothing, you know who you could send them to\" *She would say with a bit of a nervous smile*"
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Yeah, I can do that.\"*Juna said, her ears perking up at the thought of at least being able to have something to do in the Winter before she could return to her usually travels in the Spring. Along the cobbled path, Juna came to see the building she was looking for that her and Cecilia had once visited in her attempt to make sure Eggbert was okay. The Beast Shop.*\"Here we are-\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would smile as she saw juna was well adjusting to this city* \"Alrighty then! Let's head on inside and get toasty\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna headed up to the door, pushing it open to allow a draft of warm air to brush past them as she waited for Adeliza before heading inside. It wasn't exactly warm though it was at least better insulated than the outside. Within the building seemed to be several different animals sitting in their own sort of cage, a pet shop in a way but more so for the more unique creatures. Jace ran into the shop, accompanied by the noises emanating from the different creatures at the sight of the overstimulated Jackal. Juna paid no mind to it for the time being, deciding to enjoy the building's warmth while she could.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Thank you\" *She would say as she headed inside the building* \"Ahhh this is much warmer\" *She would say as she shivered a little bit since her body was adjusting from the cold to warmer air. She would also take the time to look around at all of the interesting creatures*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna found herself wandering a bit further into the room to generate some space between her and the cold air that filtered from the door.*\"We came here earlier...\"*She said, not exactly clarifying who this 'we' was.*\"I was... Worried that Eggbert wouldn't be okay so... We came here... And... The man said they would be fine...\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"That's good that you did. It must've been quite reassuring\" *She would say not asking who juna meant by 'we' since she thought juna would tell her on her own time. She would also follow juna to wherever she was taking them in the room*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Yeah...\"*She responded with a relieved sigh.*\"Eggbert is safe at the ranch now, but I sometimes worry for them... Me being there might just stress out the other Airstriders though.\"*Juna came to a stop in front of one of the cages that seemed to have a couple of Furrows in it. Curious at the sight of these strange creatures, Juna found herself giving a slight tilt of her head at them.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Hmm that's a pretty tough situation but you'll be able to go there soon enough I'm sure and if you really want to, you could always send a letter to check on them\" *She would say as she turned her gaze to the creatures that juna was looking at*"
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would gaze back at Adeliza.*\"Hopefully before they end up hatching. Would be unfortunate if we missed it.\"*She'd say.*\"Maybe we can head over there some day soon to check on them... Well... At least before Winter hits and traveling gets harder.\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would nod as she smiled reassuringly* \"I think that's a wonderful idea but um where'd jace go?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*She glanced down towards the floor at the mention of Jace, coming to find the Jackal barking at a strange cat-like creature that stood high above him. It hissed in response to the Jackal, glaring down at it while Jace barked up to no end.*\"Jace...\"*Juna said in exasperation, trying to devoid his attention from all the animals inside which was a near impossible task.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"This might be a good time to bring out the jerky...\" *She would say as she watched the slight bit of chaos that jace was causing* \"He sure is curious though, that's for sure\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Too curious for his own good sometimes...\"*Juna would say with a sigh as she regarded the strange webbed-footed cat. Cats always seemed odd in her eyes, mostly with the look they typically gave. This one more so as it appeared more like it was made for water which only served to go against what most would think of cats. She'd reach for the pouch of jerky, shaking it slightly to try to get Jace's attention.*\"Here Jace, come on I have some Jerky for you-\"*The Canifor said. Jace's ears would rise up at the sound of it, though the Jackal didn't make a move away from the animal, standing his ground as he remained utterly still in his now quietness.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well that seemed to work\" *She would whisper to juna as she didn't want jace to start barking again* \"There are some pretty interesting creatures in here\" *She would say as she took a look around once again*"
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*A low growl escaped Jace's throat from where he sat staring up at the cat. The strange cat glared down at him, hair raising at the Jackal. Juna gave a slow shake of her head at Adeliza's words.*\"For now at least...\"*With Adeliza bringing up how interesting the creatures were, Juna would say:*\"Yeah... They're... Kind of strange looking...\"*The Canifor glanced up the cat, giving a tilt of her head.*\"I don't think I've ever really seen these kind of animals before...\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"I wonder where each of these came from\" *She would say as she tried to look for some sort of information about the animals* \"I wonder why jace is acting like that with only that animal and not any of the others\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"I'm... Not so sure... Sometimes I've seen some strange animals like this in the forests to... Like these really weird... Blind mutant wolf things...\"*She'd say, finding it hard to describe the grotesque Korvac Dogs that she had been hired to get rid of.*\"Some animals just seem unique that way... But I'm sure Jace hates them all equally...*Juna gave an quiet laugh at the joke as she would crouch down and hold out some Jerky to Jace. Only then would the Jackal finally turn away from the cat and focus on the food she was holding.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would giggle* \"Jace sure is funny\" *She would say as she watched juna attempt to distract jace with a warm smile on her face with nothing but warmth in her eyes*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Jace is trouble is what he is.\"*Juna said. Jace would eventually lick her hand in an attempt to get the Jerky out of it which Juna would eventually give in to let him have it.*\"But sweet in a way...\"*Tilting her head back up at Adeliza, she would ask:*\"Have you ever had a pet of your own...? You seem rather curious of them...\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"I've always wanted a pet and in fact i love nature but to answer your question... No, i've never had one...\" *She would say the ending a bit softer and in a bit of a sadder voice. She would then approach one of them animals that she found cute carefully so as not to frighten it* \"Pets can definitely help with a lot... They're great company, can make you happy when you're sad and they can be pretty protective too\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Well they can be a lot of work...\"*Juna would state, giving Jace a small pat on the head before standing back up.*\"But how come you never got one...?\"*Jace would eventually go back to pacing the room, eyeing the cat from where it sat gazing back down at him.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well i'm not sure but maybe because i moved around for most of my youth, staying with different families who opened their doors to an orphan like me\" *She would say as she sighed but then she would smile a little at juna* \"But i guess i can always ask a boyfriend if we can have a pet since now i also have pretty good income so i can take care of the pet myself\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears flicked at the explanation. She was an orphan? Though Juna couldn't say she housed the similarities to Adeliza's past, Juna at least knew what it was like to grow in a family unlike her biological one even if she always saw her fosters as her real family anyways.*\"Yeah you should and who knows, maybe your pet can travel with you during your forest walks... Well maybe when it isn't so cold outside anyways.\"*Juna pointed out.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would giggle a bit at the last part* \"Yea... That's true and maybe our pets can become friends too?\" *She would then look at the cat that was bothering jace and she would slowly approach it* \"You know, i kind of find this creature cute\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna chuckled at the thought of Jace ever befriending any other animal. Though it would at least be nice if he could grow used to Eggbert whenever they hatched.*\"Yeah that'll be the day-\"*With Adeliza claiming her liking of the cat, Juna would gaze up at it, watching as it groomed itself from its high perch.*\"You like the... Weird... Cat hybrid... Thing...?\"*Juna could tell it was a mix of something, definitely a cat but whatever else it was, she wasn't really sure.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well i think it's quite interesting and unique but also a tad bit mysterious\" *She would say as she gazed up at it and then she looked back at juna* \"But i think i'd want to have a wolf or something like that as a pet\" *She'd always been fond of wolves and she knew it would be very protective which is a good thing when venturing in a forest all alone*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Yeah... It is pretty mysterious...\"*Juna said in a whispered tone as she watched it. There seemed to be many strange creatures like this around which only made her wonder how many other things like this were out there. The Owlbears, the Korvac dogs, and now this some kind of cat otter thing? It seemed like the cat was staying here casually so surely they are more common than the Canifor would have thought. After a while of silence with Adeliza coming to decide her choice of pet, Juna would eventually turn and say:*\"I think we've tormented the animals here enough with Jace... Maybe we can find an inn to stay at until then or... Well... I know, someone may be waiting for you to return if you'd rather... Start your journey back...\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"I think we can go find an inn to stay at. I don't think he'll mind if i stay out here for a few days since he tends to do this a lot too\" *She would say as she smiled and moved away from the mysterious catter, the name she gave for the cat otter. She would begin to look around for jace as she made her way to the doors* \"Is that shawl okay?\" *She would say as she turned to juna once again*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"I think there may be one near this Tavern I went to with...\"*She paused for a while to think it over.*\"With a... Friend...\"*There was some hesitation in her words as if questioning herself on it but eventually the Canifor would shake it off and continue towards the door. Seeing her about it leave, her Jackal would hastily follow. The strange cat meowed down to them, moving out of its original spot with Jace now leaving it alone.*\"Oh the shawl?\"*She asked, finding herself hugging it closer to her at the slightest hint of a cold draft coming from the door.*\"It's... Its nice... Did you... Want it back...?\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Alright that's good that it's close by so that we don't have to walk in the cold\" *She would say as she opened and held the door for juna and jace* \"No no i was just checking to see if you'd be warm enough in that since i have more layers in my bag if you need them\" *She would say as she also shivered a bit at the sudden cold air that came their way but she would soon be fine as she pulled her jacket closer to her*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Oh no, you don't have to worry about me.\"*Juna would say, exiting out the door while Adeliza held it open. Jace would dart out, quick to return to his exploration of the area while Juna moved at a slower pace.*\"The shawl will do just fine until we get to the inn.\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would exit after juna and giggle as she saw jace running ahead of them. She would then turn to juna once again* \"Alright but don't hesitate to tell me if you want another layer, okay?\" *She would say as she smiled warmly at her*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would glance at Adeliza, returning the smile with a light dip of her head.*\"Alright...\"*It could have actually meant that she wouldn't hesitate to, but knowing Juna she most likely would anyways. With an inn not too away and a long winter ahead, Juna was at least glad to have someone out here with her for the time being.*"
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna found herself pressing her head against the cold glass pane that stood barrier between her room and the outside world. She let out a small sigh, just enough to cause it to fog slightly before she would eventually draw it away to rest on her hand. It had been a few days she had first come here, deciding maybe it was best that she took shelter here for the winter, but now as she found herself watching the air begin to cool and the animals becoming more sparse, the Canifor began to rethink the decision. \n\nThe pay probably won't last her the whole winter and there was no telling when she'll be able to hunt again once the snow comes. Not to mention if she'll even be able to see Eggbert. She supposed Addie had already offered her help to the Canifor, but now with the time that has passed, it felt awkward to bring it back up. Juna was at least glad Addie visited every now and then. It gave her some company alongside her Jackal, even now as she sat lost in thought at the desk.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "*Addy was back once again in Lymia to visit her dear friend. Upon arriving at the inn where her friend had told her to come, she asked the person in the main area which room Juna was in and upon receiving the room number, she would proceed to walk up the stairs to that room. Once she was outside the room, she would gently knock on the door* \"Hey Juna! It's me! I hope you're hungry, cause I've brought some special treats for you and Jace. Oh and I also brought you some clothes that I made to help keep you warm since it's pretty cold here\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna lifted her head up as Addy knocked on the door, instantly causing a reaction from Jace as he would race over to it and begin barking.*\"Just a moment-\"*She said, getting up so fast that she nearly ended up falling over the chair.*Juna made her way to the door, having to gently nudge Jace to the side as he tried to guard it.*\"Jace calm down... It's just Adeliza...\"*She'd whisper before eventually opening the door back.*\n\n\"Hey Addy-\"*Juna would say in a tone of partial exasperation generated by her overly excited Jackal as he would run out of the room and race around the area before coming back to sniff at Addie. Juna let him run around bit, turning her gaze to focus more on Addy albeit with her still finding it hard to look her in the eyes as she did most people.*\"You know... You didn't have to bring me clothes or anything... I'm... Doing alright here-\"*She'd say in an attempt to relieve what responsibility Addie may feel to bring them stuff for the winter. Of course it wasn't fully true and sure it was Adeliza's job with her handling clothing, but Juna couldn't help but feel as if she could do more than simply having to depend on Addy's help to get through this winter. Maybe it was a pride thing or, more likely in Juna's case, a guilt thing.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "*She'd smile brightly as she saw Juna opening the door. When Jace came to sniff her, he'd be able to smell all different kinds of jerky that she brought especially for him* \"I know I didn't but I wanted to anyways and besides, I thought I'd stay here with you for a few days, that is, if it's alright with you\" *She'd say as she handed her the bag of goodies. It was only part of Addy's nature to help those around her as she knew she would love if someone did that for her*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Oh uh-\"*Juna paused, glancing back at the room. It wasn't that it was messy so much as disorganized with the mix of papers and fur lying scattered about along side the areas where it seemed Jace had trampled through.*\"Yeah that's... That's fine-\"*She responded, quickly looking back at Addy. Juna didn't want to deny the Macen staying, especially after she had brought her stuff. Jace padded around her, hopping up on his hind legs so that he could place his forepaws on Addie to investigate the smell of Jerky further.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "*Addy would giggle a bit at Jace's behaviour as she began to take a couple pieces of jerky out of the bag for him. She was happy that he was a bit more used to her now and wasn't as scared of her* \"Well I can also always stay in the room next to yours if you'd like but how about we go inside so this not so little one can enjoy his treats\" *She would say as she looked up at Juna once again with a warm smile on her face*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Jace would lower himself back to the ground, barking at her as if to demand her to drop the Jerky. Jackal robbery if anyone's ever seen one which no one has really. Juna let out a silent breath of relief.*\"Yeah come on in-\"*She'd say, opening the door wider for Addy to walk in.*\"Just... Careful where you sit if you decide to-\""
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Yup, I think I'll stand for now\" *She would say as she placed a couple of pieces of jerky on the ground by the window for Jace as she leaned against the window sill. She would then place the bag full of contents for the two of them on the bed* \"This quite a nice room, I must say\" *She would say as she took a proper look around*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna allowed the door to close as Addy walked in, soon making her way over and deciding to sweep off some of the fur collecting on the bed before sitting down on it.*\"Yeah... It's pretty nice...\"*She'd say in agreement.*\"Might not stay for much longer though.\"*Juna felt she might as well be honest with Addy. She could perhaps stay for a few weeks or so, but months may be pushing her ability to. It was nice of Addy to consider staying, though Juna wouldn't want to leave her hanging the day it was time for her to leave this place as her coin began to vanish. Jace, meanwhile, would dart towards the Jerky, whisking away with it as he'd run off under the bed.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Well we did say that you were going to come stay with me, didn't we? That way you could also earn some money by helping me with my work and besides, with the weather cooling down so fast, I'm sure there's going to be lots of demand for clothes\" *She would say as she turned to look at Juna* \"Oh and I almost forgot to tell you that I got a wolf pup of my own\" *She would say as a little pup's head poked out from the bag that she was carrying on her back* \"Meet Azura\" *She would say with a smile*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"I... I guess we did...\"*Juna said with a quiet laugh, coming to realize that maybe she just let things go as they were. It's not like she could deny the shelter during the winter, not now anyways. Maybe afterwards she can pay her back, beyond helping with the clothes that is. Knowing Juna, she had little experience with it, but selling them shouldn't be too bad, right? As Addy came to reveal her new pup, Juna would find her head tilting in a thoughtful way. It had been quite a while since she's seen a wolf pup.*\"Aw... Hello Azura...\"*She'd say, offering a hand out in offer for the pup to sniff it.*\"Nice to meet you...\"*Juna's tail gave a friendly wag, showing a bit of happiness with Adeliza going through with her wanting to get a new pet. Looking back at Adeliza, she'd ask:*\"Did your boyfriend get her for you...?\"*Juna recalled the particular conversation back when they were waiting out at the animal shop, Addy mentioning something about her asking her boyfriend for a pet.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "*She would then place her bag down on the ground so that she could take the pup out. She would then gently hand Azura to Juna so that she could play with her and do as she wished* \"Well actually... I bought it myself, with my own money and all\" *She would say with a proud smile on her face as she brushed a bit of fur off of the bed as well so that she could sit down next to Juna, crossing her legs so that she could sit more comfortably* \"I'm still in the process of training her, but she's doing a pretty good job so far, aren't you little one?\" *She would say as she grabbed a piece of jerky from the bag she had brought for Juna and Jace and feeding it to Azura, gently patting her afterwards*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna went still as Azura was handed to her, holding her with such care as if it were a newborn child before she would eventually set the pup down on her lap, keeping one hand atop the bed, while the other gently ran along the pup's back. With Addy saying how she bought the pup herself and was working to train her, Juna would say:*\"I wish you luck with that. Hopefully she'll be a good listener... God knows Jace isn't...\"*Juna would say the last part under her breath just in time for Jace's head to poke out from underneath the bed as an unfamiliar scent hit his nose.*\"What kinds of things are you trying to train her to do?\"*Juna would ask curiously.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "*She would smile at how gentle Juna was with her pup* \"Thank you\" *She would then giggle softly at the last part about Jace before answering her questions* \"Well the most important one is to use the bathroom outside and not in the house, and then just the basics like sit, stay, guard, alert but I'm not sure if there are particular things that I should be working with her on. I also want to have her learn a couple playful commands like fetch or chase\" *She would say as she dropped a piece of jerky down to Jace*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna gave a quiet chuckle.*\"Y'know... You don't have to teach them the command to play... Most will usually chase after something if you throw it... Or in Jace's case chase after something even if you didn't throw it...\"*Jace let out a bark at the mention of his name, climbing out from under the bed to take another piece of Jerky before vanishing under it once more.*\"But as long as you have patience, I'm sure you could teach her anything...\""
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Well I sure hope I do but even if I don't, this will help me work on that skill. Do you have any tips as to how to train her?\" *She would say as she took out a little toy for Azura and handed it to Juna so that she could play with her for a little bit*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Heh...\"*Juna said, giving a nervous laugh. She'd scratch the back of her head, causing a few of the dark furs to fall down and join the pile upon the bed.*\"My dad helped with training Jace for the most part... But... I guess the best way is just rewarding them for good behavior... And giving them nothing for bad behavior... It can be repetitive process... But I'm sure they'll come around soon enough.\""
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Alright, that does sound pretty straight forward\" *She would say as she looked out the window at the view* \"So what was it that you wanted me to come here for?\" *She would say as she turned back to face Juna after a while*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"I was hoping... Well... You could do me a small favor...\"*Juna would say with some hesitation after Addie had already come with all the extra bits of clothing and food for them. Maybe it would be selfish of her to ask for anything further. At least, today anyways.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would sit straight and paid close attention to what Juna was asking for* \"Of course! How can I help?\" *She would say with a reassuring smile*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Can... Can you...\"*Her ears lowered a bit on her head as if she were thinking over the request. Maybe it wouldn't be too late to change her mind.*\"...Can you... Watch Jace for me while I go out...?\"*She'd eventually ask.*\"I... I wanted to explore the forest more... To... Give it another chance before it's too late... But... It's hard when I have to worry about Jace running after other animals or people in the process...\""
}
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{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Sure! I'd be happy to but do you think Jace is used to me by now?\" *She would say as she looked at the ground to see if he would pop out* \"But are you planning on going into the forest by yourself?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"He may take a while to trust you, but... He should be fine so long as you don't push him too much...\"*She'd say, glancing down at the floor to where Jace was last seen.*\"I'm sure he'll be okay... Just for a little while...\"*When Addy asked her if she was planning on going to the forest by herself, she wondered if it would be the best idea considering the encounters she's had. They haven't been as bad as Salvania lately, but still they were quite odd. Eventually she'd give a nod.*\"Yeah... I think it will be faster if I traveled alone... Maybe then I can get back before it gets dark...\""
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Yea, I don't think I'll be pushing him to do anything to be honest\" *She'd say as she took a deep breath* \"Well still, be careful. You and I both know what the locals have said about the forest so make sure to always be on your guard\" *She knew that Juna already knew these things but as her friend, she wanted to make sure that she was staying safe*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*She gave a nod, knowing very well what she might meet in the forest, especially going alone, but she had to give it one more try. A single chance before the cold got to her and found herself bound to the indoors at the coming of snow.*\"If I'm not back for a while, just... Try to keep Jace from following me... He can be very prone ti running off... Especially whenever you have to take him outside... Just try to distract him until I get back...\"*With that, Juna would reach for her pack, grabbing the shawl Adeliza had given her and wrapping it over her shoulders.*\"I... Promise to give it back when I return-\"*Juna said, a bit embarrassed of how accustomed she had become with the new clothing that she forgot it was simply lended to her and would possibly need to be returned.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "*Addy would nod at the requests Juna had made to her regarding Jace* \"Alright, I'll try my best\" *She would say as she stood up so that she could accompany Juna to the door, taking a few pieces of jerky with her in case Jace decided to escape* \"You don't need to worry about returning it, I made it for you actually\" *She would say with a smile as she held her arms out for her young pup*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"You did...? But... Why...?\"*She asked the Macen in confusion. Surely they had only just met at the time for the Macen to be gifting her anything. At least anything long term. Seeing Adeliza hold her hand out for the pup, Juna would shift her hold on the wolf before carefully handing her over to Addy. Hearing the chatter, Jace had decided to poke his head out from under the bed. His curiosity was peaked for the time being.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Well I dunno... I guess I just wanted to and probably because I really needed a friend\" *She would say the last bit a bit softly as she was kind of embarrassed. She would then take the pup from Juna as she handed Azura to her. She would then look down at Jace* \"Would he mind if I placed her on the ground with him?\""
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Her tail gave a small flick at her explanation, unable to fully suppress that happiness of the thought. It would eventually stop when Addy asked if Jace would mind if the pup was placed on the ground. At first Juna wanted to say yes, but as she considered it more she wasn't quite sure how the Jackal would react. She wasn't even sure if he's been around other puppies at least not since childhood maybe.*\"I'm... Not too sure actually...\"*Juna would eventually admit.*\"I don't think I've ever seen him around pups before...\""
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Well there's always a first time for everything\" *She'd say as she hesitantly and carefully put her pup down on the ground. Azura wouldn't really go anywhere, but rather, she would stay right beside Addy, leaning against and nuzzling her leg with her soft fur*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna kept her gaze on Jace, keeping silent as the Jackal would lean his head forward to sniff at the pup. After a short while, he would let out a huff of air before turning away to head back underneath the bed in disinterest.*\"Maybe that's a good sign...?\"*She'd say the moment Jace went out of sight once more.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"I think so\" *She would say as she pup waddled in a circle around the both of them* \"Will Jace be alright with being cooped up in here all day or should I take him out every now and then?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna found herself turning around completely, realizing that Adeliza may not know fully well how to take care of a pet. Well one like Jace anyways.*\"Well... You will have to take him out every now and then so he can... You know... Relieve himself...\"*She'd say.*\"...But... Other than, he should be alright and I shouldn't take too long. Besides... You can easily distract him with treats or...\"*Juna thought about suggesting her playing with him, but she knew that may just lead to her losing a finger if she wasn't careful.*\"Or... Anything else that may catch his attention...\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Ah yea that I knew but like if I want to take him on a walk around the town, would that be okay?\" *She would say as she put a couple treats down on the ground* \"Yea I'm sure grabbing his attention won't be hard with these\" *She would say as she grabbed the bag full of treats in the bag she had brought for Juna*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*At the question, Juna would find herself staring off into space. One would think she was simply daydreaming, but no the thoughts that ran through her mind were but a nightmare. The snarls of a Jackal, the shouting of people as Jace runs rampant throughout the town, and the image of Adeliza desperately trying to gift treats to him while he brings the destruction of the Capitol. There was also the image of fire burning everywhere as everything collapsed, but by then her imagination had already run wild. The Canifor swiftly shook her head to clear the thoughts.*\"I think that... Maybe it's best to... Just stay around here until I get back...\"*She'd eventually respond.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would nod, having noticed Juna's behaviour, soon understanding what she was worried about* \"Alright, sounds like a plan\" *She would say as she packed a couple things for Juna to take with her such as food and an extra set of clothes that Addy had made for her* \"Be safe, okay?\" *She would say as she handed the bag to Juna*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would give a nod in response before holding up a hand up in denial of the bag she offered.*\"I will... But please keep it... I promise I will be fine... Will be gone only for a few hours, maybe a day at most and then I'll be back... Besides I have the shawl with me and can eat whatever I find in the forest... It just... May be easier for me to travel light...\"*She'd try to reassure.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would nod understandingly as she put the bag back down on the bed* \"Alright, and then maybe when you get back, we can head to a nice café to get some stew?\" *She would say with a smile*"
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Yeah...\"*She said with a happy flick of her tail.*\"That... That sounds nice...\"*Juna would turn towards the door and open it slightly which alone was enough to cause the Jackal to burst out from underneath the bed with his tail wagging excitedly. The Canifor turned to him, holding a hand out as she would quietly say:*\"Stay.\"*Surprisingly enough, the Jackal didn't dart through the door, simply standing there as she would walk out and close it behind her. It took a few moments for the realization to set in for the Jackal, but once it did he would instantly pace up to the door, scratching at it for it to open.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would smile as she watched Juna leave however, once she noticed that Jace was scratching at the door, Azura would trot over to him to see what was wrong and Addy would also use this as an opportunity to lure Jace back to her with some treats* \"Jace~ Look what I've got\" *She would say while waving a couple treats around in the air. Over the next few hours, she would take Jace and Azura out every now and then so that they could relieve themselves. When they were inside together, she would just let Jace do his thing while she took care of Azura*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Hours passed and still the Canifor had not yet returned. Soon the hours turned into a day and that day turning into a few days. All the while Jace had found himself sitting by the door in silence, waiting for his owner to return. The Jackal had seemed to lack much interest in the duo as he had come to lay down by the door in a tired heap. Only when a knock would resound from it, would Jace lift his head up and begin barking at it.*"
}
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{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "*As the hours and eventually days passed, Addy would be growing more and more impatient and worried, pacing back and forth in the room as she awaited the arrival of her dear friend. As soon as she heard a knock from the door she would instantly dash to it and open it, with hope in her eyes*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna stood at the doorway as Addy opened it up to her and for a brief moment, the Canifor would appear to have a look of exhaustion to her. Her ears sat drooped to the side as if holding them up took more effort than she could provide them. Her clothes sat dirtied and tattered upon her, though in seeing Adeliza, the Canifor would perk a bit.*\"Hey Addy... Has... Jace been good while I was gone...?\"*She didn't get much time to talk as the Jackal would rush out of the room, running about, and sniffing at her vigorously as if his life depended on it.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Juna!\" *She would say as she quickly hugged her* \"Oh my god what on Earth happened to you?!\" *She would say as she helped Juna inside, making sure Jace came inside too* \"Jace has been perfectly fine but you definitely need some help\" *She would say as she helped Juna to the bed, handing her some clothes while she got some left over food that she had gotten for herself just that morning. Azura would also go on her hind paws so that she could reassure Juna*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna winced as Adeliza hugged her, unable to get a word out before she was moved inside alongside with her overly jumpy Jackal who seemed dangerously close to trampling Azura in his excitement.*\"Addy, I'm... I'm fine-\"*She said as she was handing her the clothes and food.*\"I'm just... A bit tired...\"*She said with a quiet sigh.*"
},
{
"author": "Adeliza",
"message": "\"Juna... I can see through that you know. I can tell you're hurt. I'll help to treat you, and then you can eat a little bit and go to sleep\" *She would say as she went to find a medical kit in the room*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Addy-\"*She tried to say before realizing that she probably wasn't going to stop if she asked. Seeing the bed so close, Juna couldn't help but sit down upon it, having to fight the urge to lay down completely lest she risked falling asleep immediately and dropping the stuff Addy had already handed to her. Seeing his owner sitting down, Jace would hop up onto her lap, coming to rest his head on it before letting out a quiet whimper.*\"I know Jace... I'm sorry...\"*Juna said quietly as she gave him a pat on his head. She'd eventually turn to Addy, saying:*\"I'm fine really... Just... Things got a bit rough out in the forest... I...Didn't think it would take me so long to get back...\""
}
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{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"You're welcome\" *She would say as she took the bowl from the bed and put it on the desk. She told herself that she would wash it later since Juna needed her right now* \"It's alright, I'm just glad you're back safely\" *She would say as she helped Juna to the head of the bed so that she could lie down and go to sleep* \"For now, you need to get plenty of sleep since it seems like you haven't gotten much in the past few days\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would allow herself to rest on the bed, letting out a sigh as she could feel the soreness accumulating within her before lessening once more.*\"I guess... I just missed Jace a bit too much...\"*She'd say, forcing out a tired laugh before her eyelids would eventually droop alongside her ears. Jace paced around the top of the bed, soon lowering himself down so that he could force his way next to the sleeping Canifor. Her arms would unconsciously wrap themselves around the Jackal, her tail curling up around her as she slept in the feeble position.*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would smile softly at Juna's joke before covering her up with a blanket and placing a pillow under her head as she fell asleep. After cleaning up the room for a little while, she too decided to head to bed as it had been a long few days for the both of them. She would scoop up her little pup into her arms as she found a spot to fall asleep*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna fell into a doze, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with the comfort of her Jackal nearby and a nice roof over her head. It was warming and yet, the Canifor knew she wouldn't be able to stay here the whole Winter. She turned in her sleep, dreaming of herself running through the forest with the freshly landed snow covering the entire ground. At first it was mesmerizing, but soon enough she could feel her breathing quickening. Her heart beated rapidly as she could feel herself running, running away from what she wasn't sure, but she had to get away.\n\nQuickly and quickly she ran, trying to lose whatever it was that was on her tail only to slip upon the ice that speckled itself with the snow. It had hurt or at least in her head it did with the red stain forming on the ground before finally being consumed by whatever predator had chased her. She jolted awake, managing to suppress herself from jumping up in the night with her Jackal so close to her. The Canifor's gaze traveled around the dark room, managing to make out the sleeping form of Addy and her wolf pup. They had stayed. Some part of her felt a bit relieved by it with the nice sense of security and, with it, she would eventually fall into slumber once more before the rise of a new day.*"
}
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{
"author": "Rene Gavrila",
"message": "*René was in her bakery, rolling some fresh dough in the kitchen. She was very passionate about making bread, and felt that it was both a satisfying workout, and a steady job. Everyone René knew liked bread, it was a food staple. The drow elf's arm muscles flexed as she pounded the dough with fierce intensity. This was her favourite part of the job- but the most satisfying was definitely smelling the fresh bread straight out of the oven.*\n\n*René heard the jingle of the bell at the door, indicating a customer. She looked up from her dough.* \"I'll be right there!\" *She picked up a damp cloth and laid it over her dough, dusting her hands off before strolling to the counter.* \"How can I help you?\""
},
{
"author": "Enkada_Tierane",
"message": "*Inside, a man walked. The four arms of the Qua seemed intently focused on the opening of a small silk pouch, where his coins most likely were held. His eyes had shot up to look at the venue, admiring the dough that had been kneaded and the breads displayed in the store's many counters.* \"I have heard that this bakery was quite good. I am only stopping by, yet it would be interesting to try some of the wares if they are truly to be desired.\" *He walked across the edge of the counter, one arm dragging across the edge until he stopped at a particular loaf, that shone with the craftmanship René had exuded.* \"That one, please.\""
},
{
"author": "Rene Gavrila",
"message": "*The elf gave a small hint of surprise at the customer's appearance. It was pretty rare to see a Qua around here, much less in her shop. But René wasn't one to judge by appearances, and nodded.* \"Of course.\" *The elf knelt down, picking the bread loaf up and laying it upon a paper sheet. It was a light golden brown, and the top was dusted with flour.* \"That will be 6 copper, please.\" *If one watched René throughout the entire transaction, they would note she never smiled once. If you were only just meeting the elf, then you would know this wasn't because of the customer- René rarely smiled, for any reason. If asked, her usual response was often some convoluted reason, or, if you had asked impolitely, something snarky. But the real reason René never smiled, well... Only she knew that.*"
},
{
"author": "Enkada_Tierane",
"message": "\"Perfect. Before I do buy this, I would like to ask you, have you tried dusting bread such as this with cinnamon? This does not look too dissimilar to the brads I have had in Silnaria, yet I've had the fortune of using such spice in the dish.\" *Enkada began to observe the luster of the loaf, and it was clear that he was pleased with the quality.* \"Of course, I am not at all trying to discredit the work you have done here, I was just curious if you have attempted such?\" *While the tips were genuine, Enkada was merely trying to lighten the mood with some small talk. She looked rather tired to Enkada, yet she did not look to be of negative energy, which had surprised Enkada since the first time he entered Lymia. He sorted into his pouch, carefully taking out the 6 copper demanded of him.* \"Is this enough?\" *He asked, holding the coins for René to see.*"
},
{
"author": "Rene Gavrila",
"message": "*René nodded.* \"Of course, I make plenty of pastries. However, at the moment I'm fresh out... Tell you what, if you come back tomorrow, I'll be sure to set aside some cinnamon loaf for you.\" *The elf was charmed by the Qua fellow- he was really quite talkative. \"He must really be looking forward to something,\" René thought.* \"Of course.\" *The elf picked up the coins from the customer's hand, the copper making a soft 'clink' noise as she dropped it in a pouch in her apron. She looked back up at the Qua fellow.* \"Will that be all?\""
},
{
"author": "Enkada_Tierane",
"message": "*Enkada was surprised, he wasn't at all used to the treatment he was receiving. He knew why and always had, it was the coin that made one malicious, and years of talking to the wealthy have made it surprising for him to be treated with an ounce of respect from a stranger such as René.* \"I think so, yes, I should be staying here for a couple more days, so I do hope you don't mind making the loaf you mentioned. There is one thing I would like to ask you. If you do, and I don't mind if you don't, do you know of any good wineries? I am expecting someone quite important, and I don't believe I would appease them with the bottles I currently have.\" *His tone had clearly shifted from the optimistic man that René had impressioned when Enkada spoke of this man. Enkada knew him well, yet it was clear in his voice that he did not wish to, and it was clear to him why.* \"Who knew a single robe could bring so much discomfort?\" He thought."
},
{
"author": "Rene Gavrila",
"message": "\"Great. I'll have it fresh and ready right from opening time, so you can come by anytime tomorrow to pick it up.\" *The question got René thinking. She wasn't an alcohol drinker, herself. She knew enough of the stuff could destroy your liver, and René wasn't willing to take that chance. But, that didn't mean she didn't know of alcohol. She often made home/business deliveries, and got to meet all sorts of interesting people.* \"I do, actually. It's called the Rohs Winery, it's just southwest of here. If you'd like, I could write down some directions.\" *René often found herself doing little favours like this for customers. It's not like her store was always crowded, and there wasn't anybody else waiting in line, so she didn't see why not.* \"I've heard they have some of the best wine in Lymia there.\""
},
{
"author": "Enkada_Tierane",
"message": "\"Rohs Winery, you say? They do sound local, I haven't heard anything of the sort. That sounds quality, though. I hope it isn't too expensive, I can barely manage this visit already.\" *Despite Enkada's rather lavish lifestyle, it wasn't easy for him to truly commit to such. Yet, it was a life he enjoyed, and the Qua did not want to change it.* \"I don't want to discomfort you any more than I have already done, however. I would rather you take this time for your own means. I do not mind looking for it. Wineries tend to have a certain style of architecture in these parts, I've noticed. Darker woods, sharper roofs, and the faint smell that could be told from miles away.\" *Enkada found himself trailing off into thought. When he realized this Enkada quickly attempted to return the conversation to its roots. If he wasn't a Qua, he would have turned red.* \"But don't worry, again, I can find the winery myself.\" *He laughed nervously.*"
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{
"author": "Enkada_Tierane",
"message": "*Enkada has found he had probably made anything worse, rather than better, hastily shaking his head as he picks up the loaf of bread.* \"That would be all, thank you so much!\" *He took the scrap of paper, sighing in discontent for the confrontation that he would have to make later that day, yet, he still turned to René with a smile, leaving the tiny bakery. At least, for the day.* \"Now,\" *He mumbled to himself, seemingly all forgotten about the note,* \"Where is that winery?\""
},
{
"author": "Rene Gavrila",
"message": "*Gives Enkada a wave goodbye.* \"It's no trouble at all. I hope you have a good evening.\" *René turned around to look at the few loaves of bread she still had. Maybe she should pack these up... There likely wouldn't be any more customers tonight. She decided against it, going back into the kitchen to finish that dough she was preparing, so that it could sit overnight and rise. As she finished the dough, she thought about that customer. He was quite a nice fellow, if a bit talkative. She'd be glad to see him tomorrow.*"
},
{
"author": "OwO",
"message": "🎉 **| She's Playing Piano** Leveled up!"
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{
"author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer",
"message": "*After finally returning from Salvainia, Ehakli had sent out inquiries on a voyage to Runra, only to discover there was yet another delay to wait upon. Turning misfortune into opportunity, the tholian took to the typical rounds of visits outside the Academy to reengage with the scattering leaves of gossip around her friends in the Iascói and Seonni parties. While she often enjoyed the curious change in this theater's henpecking after the shift from Imperial to Parliamentary nobility, it would only satisfy her entertainment for only so long, and she found herself back to visiting the estate of Aibaer, still kept in good condition and use after her father's passing well over a century ago.*\n\n*While her claim to the estate was barely even that of ceremonial measure over the generations, now mostly serving as a donated retreat for the Iascói, Ehakli was still honored to have an unchecked presence in the holding of blue and white, offering council to those of the party and their guests, especially when it came to matters of historical precedence, the daughter of Sir Bhihibi and Lady Ralvis's long life well known within the pristine stone walls.*\n\n*In her leisure, Ehakli considered her recent ambitions, her stirring after nearly an entire century of sedentary study in Pepor's renowned Academy waxing into a need to mark her place once again in history, the laurels she sat upon having grown brittle and frail over time. Her dreams over the nights in the estate filled with the possibilities of the coming future, she enjoyed wine paired with the irony of finding a need of more time on this world after a hundred years of wasting it. There were yet rituals that could be done, but in her considerations, she couldn't help but think of a name of another who knows of the greater passage of time, that newly ennobled canifor of Blackspire. A whispered legend among Lymians after their independence, and a blackguard to the Imperial lathians they forced separation from.*\n\n*Ehakli considered this man, and realized she knew so little about him. Paired like wine with her personal considerations of ambitions and the next chapter of the future of Ramul Ta, she deigned to know more, and why not? It was always important to know those of noble name within the region, after all. So a missive was sent to Blackspire, the letter crisp, the calligraphy impeccable, the paper so very lightly scented with rose oil. An invitation for tea within Aibaer's historic estate among the hills between Pepor and Vunraurie, to enjoy civil company in the beautiful weather Lymia shone in the shift between spring and summer.*"
},
{
"author": "Ashnard",
"message": "Lord Ashnard Therion Valcrow had become a frequent subject of gossip among the Lymian social circles around Pepor, ever since he had permanently settled in Blackspire manor two years ago. Most talk of him, however, was based on folk rumours and wild speculation rather than impressions of his limited public presence. Unsurprisingly, many natives were not fond of a canifor claiming one of their ancestral estates, yet knew better than to be explicit on their disapproval; the impression or acceptance and inclusivity Lymians prided themselves over their fairer brethren had to be preserved at all costs. \n\nIf there was one thing barely disputed about the canifor, it would be his battle prowess. His title, after all, was granted after vanquishing a crystalline hydra which terrorized the forests near Pepor with a mere party of three. A few accounts confirmed he had severed each had almost by himself with a ferocity bordering into primal savagery his kind was infamous for. Perhaps that was his crowning glory as well as the noose around his neck; succeeding with brute force where magic had failed... Within a society that revered arcane arts above all else. Depending on whom one asked, Ashnard's achievement could be described with begrudging respect or unmasked scorn. Allusions to his nightly habits and a notorious outlaw of Ulnoor known as *Revenant* That the canifor bore uncanny resemblance to were not helping his repute, either. To waltz with a man like him could be as prosperous as it could be dangerous. And for long-lived Tholians, risks that could not be easily calculated were best avoided.\n_\n_\n\nEhakli's invitation was met with eager acceptance as a letter bearing the pale raven seal of the now-extinct house Valcrow– aptly delivered to her by a raven. The text was concise and neatly written in cursive with tar-black ink, stating that the canifor Lord would be visiting her the coming evening. Essential courtesy was kept in the letter's formal tone, but he had made no further efforts to impress. \n\nHis arrival at the Aibaer estate would be just as modest. He had seemingly brought no repertoire but himself on the saddle of a black mare, which he promptly let the stablehands look after. He had donned a burgundy doublet emblazoned with streaks of silver and gold alongside matching breeches and a leather girdle. Riding spats covered his ankles, looping around his heels and a black mantle flowed behind him as he was ushered into the manor. On its centre, as well as on a brooch hung on his chest, was the raven sigil of House Valcrow. He had not been affected by the Macenization effect in the slightest, yet his trimmed fur and soft, solemn gaze belied his rumoured ferocity. Even his wild braided mane had been tamed into a ponytail by a single knot. He sauntered past the threshold with quiet, measured steps, his eyes of deep amber roaming about, ready to greet the hostess."
},
{
"author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer",
"message": "*Though prepared for Lord Valcrow's arrival, the estate's footman, a middle aged tholian with a narrow and receding widow's peak, could not help but give the slightest pause upon opening the main threshold to the foyer. Finely attired as he was, the sudden sight of the intimidating canifor in the night leant to a reaction that surely Ashnard himself was quite familiar in witnessing. Nevertheless, the footman promptly welcomed him in.*\n\n*Even in the evening, the estate showed signs of its functionary role in the Republic. Servants were busy carrying out their duties and candelight was plentiful. There were chairs to one side of the hall where a few men and women seemed to be in heavy discourse on the matter of letters over their drinks, an open door by the central stairs revealed a meeting of sorts with others, including a grizzled Lora with an extremely austere naval hat. The throng of bureaucrats would acknowledge the presence of Ashnard's arrival in their own way; some raising drinks, others giving a simple nod, some just giving a quick stare before returning to the point they were making within their present company. Regardless of the divided attentions about the place, the footman began to announce the arrival to all as a macen servant moved to offer to take Ashnard's mantle and anything else he may wish stowed in the coatroom.* \"LORD ASHNARD THERION-\"\n\n\"-Valcrow, Master of Blackspire Manor!\" *Another voice interrupted. Though softer than the practiced bold volume of the footman, the tholian at the door yielded to the interruption. A lit candleabra in one hand, the other lightly lifting the skirt of a gown afront her steps, Ehakli descended the stairs from its west wing split, an enthused smile on her dusky countenance as she moved to come and greet the new guest herself, stopping to give a formal curtsey as the footman took the candelabra.* \"I saw you ride in from the balcony, thank you ever so much for making the trip as promised in your letter. I trust Éliara bid it a safe one.\" *She said, referencing the region's popular hero-goddess of navigation.*\n\n*Modesty in dress was often encouraged in Lymian fashion, the trends tending to circulate between what exagerrations come to defy it. For Ehakli herself, her rather simple white and blue gown would only stand out in the flounces at her elbows, and the fine blue and silver embroidery that crept up the bodice and up along the sides and back of her neck in the queen anne's sort of neckline. Her alabaster hair was mostly bound up in a line of small dorsal buns, with a long, narrow lock of it draped forward over the blue of her shoulder. Her only jewelry was of a pair of silver earrings each fashioned as a crescent moon that becomes a wave of water. Her violet eyes focused sharply upon the canifor, after all, it was rare to receive such an exciting guest.*"
},
{
"author": "Ashnard",
"message": "*Who would have thought entering Silnari homes from the front door is even more tedious than the back,* Ashnard thought as he stifled a sigh and resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the crowd of bureaucrats and apprehensive footmen. He did acknowledge their welcomes with a nod of his own and a feigned smile before shedding his mantle to offer the servant. *Golds and secrets course through this estate like a turbulent river,* The canifor assumed, and this time a genuine smirk flashed on the edge of his muzzle. Of course, peering through any of it required the arduous process that was Lymian courtesy.\n\nAshnard spared nary a glance at the herd of bureaucrats once the hostess made her presence known, to which his ears bristled upwards and he answered with a practiced bow. \n\"Lady Aibaer, it is an honour,\" He greeted, the chipped tip of his right ear twitching in alert to the muttering around him. \n\"I see now the rumours of your beauty and elegance have done you a grave injustice,\" The canifor offered a veiled compliment. He stepped forward, unblinking eyes meeting her gaze. The semblance of a wolfish tail behind him flicked ever so slightly as he glanced to one of Ehakli's hands in cue to reach for a brief kiss. \n\"The Goddess has indeed been most kind to me on the road.\"\n\nThe canifor favoured no jewellery of his own aside from a small silver and ruby ring on his left hand, its amber gleam upon reflecting the candlelight juxtaposing the sharpness of his trimmed claws.\n\"Shall we share a drink as promised, then, on a more private setting? I believe we have much to discuss, and the night is still young.\""
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{
"author": "Ren Soleil",
"message": "*The Macen is quickly awakened by the subtle provocation. Raising his head as his dreary eyes attempt to open. He finds a strange sight in front of him, reminiscent of a dream. Pink flowing hair, a pig for a face and a man's body. He must be dreaming for sure.*\n\"Eh... Hello?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel moved his hand away, bringing it to rest atop the counter instead.*\"Had a nice nap?\"*Terrel asked in a coolly tone. His fingers tapped lightly against the flat surface of the countertop while he regarded the previously dozing Macen, seemingly unimpressed. Not that much expression could be shown through the mask anyways to give off any emotion.*\"Or is this still a bad time?\""
},
{
"author": "Ren Soleil",
"message": "*He muttered something incomprehensible, rubbing his eyes gently as if to clear his vision. Then looking up to the pig once more, noticing that he was in fact not a pig but merely wearing a mask.*\n\n*Ren stares blankly as Terrel speaks, bringing a hand to his mouth as he cleared his voice.*\n\"No, i-... What can I do for you?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel gradually brought his arms into his cloak, using it as a shroud of sorts which would have been more comfortable if all his clothes weren't still wet.*\"I wanted to know if you worked with enchanting here. For weaponry and such.\"*He answered.*\"Been looking around for someone who could for a while now.\"*Part of him figured it to be much easier to find someone in Silnaria, though Lymia was a bit more unfamiliar to him.*"
},
{
"author": "Ren Soleil",
"message": "\"Uh... W-well, you've come to the right place!\"\n*It's only by this point that Ren realizes he's got a customer. A real flesh in blood money exchanging person. Ren stands from his stool, reaching for a pen and paper on the counter top.*\n\"What's the Order, Boss?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Boss? Terrel nearly let out a snort of amusement at the random title, though it didn't last in him only really being here for a quick business trip. He took out a weapon, long and staff-like, though ending in three points at the very top. A trident.*\"Got any Orichalum?\"*He asked.*\"Should work well with this thing considering where it came from.\""
},
{
"author": "Ren Soleil",
"message": "*Ren seizes up as Terrel asks for Orichalcum.*\n\"Ah-... We don't carry that in store. Too risky. But I'd be happy to make a purchase.\"\n\n*He looks over the three pronged weapon.*\n\"I've never seen a weapon like this... But it shouldn't be much harder than a poleaxe or similar.\"\n\n*Ren glances down at his pen and paper again.*\n\"Can I get some info for the order? Stuff like your name, address. Unless you want to come in to pick it up. It should take maybe a week or so, given delivery of the materials and the process itself. And as for the cost...\"\n\n*Ren racks his brain, attempting to remember how the cost of Orichalcum was.*\n\"I could probably get the metal for around 9000, plus work costs will put you at 10,000?\""
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "'Neither have I.' Terrel considered saying it aloud, regarding not knowing what the weapon was. Or if it even was a real weapon. He supposed in the right hands anything could be. Terrel was willing to test that theory, though for now, he decided to focus on the order being placed.*\n\n\"Terrel.\"*He said bluntly to the man making note.*\"Terrel Bales. I'll return when it's ready. How long do you think it'll take?\"*Terrel wasn't so enthused at the thought of it being delivered when he could simply return for it whenever it was time. He didn't even looked phased as the price was announced, leaving a wave of silence while Ren was contemplating the costs.\n\nIt was a lasting silence for a short while before he eventually gave a dip of his head to suggest that he heard and understood him.*\"You have any runes available?\"*He asked, drawn to the idea of putting better use to his weapon much like his Greatsword. If he was ever going to use it in a fight, he might as well.*"
},
{
"author": "Ren Soleil",
"message": "*The blacksmith nods, quickly scribbling down however he expected the pigs name to be spelt like a star bucks barista. As well as the other information, for pick up, and something of a description for of Terrel for recognition.*\n\n\"A week at least, maybe three depending on complications. I'll have to draw up a new blue print for that weapon of yours, not to mention a cast and-...\"\n\n*Ren trails off, realizing he was rambling and shaking it off.*\n\"Runes? There's a few yeah. Keep in mind Orichalcum can only handle a few power carvings before the weapon itself takes damage... With that in mind, any specifics you're looking for?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel listened to Ren silently, a glimmer of amusement in his hidden gaze. For someone who liked sleeping on the job, he sure seemed enthused by it. Being asked what he was looking for, Terrel looked over towards the trident he held, thinking it over a bit. He really only had a couple of options with what the weapon could handle at once, if it could even hold together the moment he started using it that is. Perhaps he could try something new to switch it up a bit.*\"How about lightning and return to sender.\"*He answered after thinking it over, having to relay the runes by memory in him really paying them no mind up until now. He never figured himself for using all of them, but maybe a returning, lightning ,Trident of the sea had a purpose somewhere, even if it needed a bit of help.*"
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{
"author": "Ren Soleil",
"message": "*Ren's eyes flair at the sight of the large pouch of gold. A greedy smile creeping onto his face as he reaches for the bag.*\n\"I-i see! This'll do just fine.\" \n\n*He opens the pouch slightly, checking it's contents before nodding.*\n\"Well sir, I'll accept this order. Quick summary. It should be finished by month's end, costing around 20,000 for it all. The enchants are R.T.S. And a lighting rune. For Tarel? Is there anything else?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel gave a single nod in confirmation to the order, soon turning his head away to glance around the shop at him asking if there was anything else he wanted. The Silnari put his Trident away, idly staring about before slowly turning his head back to Ren.*\"Do you happen to have all the other runes here?\"*He decided to ask him. The Silnari always had himself having to choose between several only to be able to get a couple at any point in time due to the how few a weapon could take at one time. Perhaps he could save himself the extra trip and just grab whatever else the man had here if it was convenient and inconspicuous enough.*"
},
{
"author": "Ren Soleil",
"message": "\"Yes we do.\"\n*Ren stows the bag under the counter top. His grin losing its cheer, as he pulls out a large book in the same motion. Dropping the old leather backed pages on the counter, a small explosion of dust seems to occur. Ren wipes down the face of it before turning it to Terrel.*\n\n*It's around here that the pink haired man can read the cover. \"Runes of the world.\". Seemed like a catalogue of several different kinds of runes any blacksmith could carve into a weapon.*\n\"If you don't have anything in mind, take a look.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He watched as the man places the book down and turned it towards him to read. The Silnari merely waved away the dust as it flew up into the air before pushing the book back towards the man in having the confirmation he needed.*\"No need.\"*He said simply.*\"I'll take one of each elemental one you have.\"*Terrel already had a decent idea of what runes were out there having seen some before to know the element based one's off the top of his head at least. He could find storage for them in the meantime.*"
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{
"author": "Ren Taiyo",
"message": "\"O-one of each...?\"\n*Ren stuttered, looking up to Terrel as if he misheard him entirely. The unquestioning presence he received back enough to make it clear what he wanted.*\n\"That's... Going to take me along time. I'm the only one running this place... Not to mention the cost.\"\n\n*Ren paused, realizing how much he would have to slave over this now massive order. But it was business, and he really couldn't afford to miss out on this offer.*\n\"Okay... If i remember correctly, an orichalcum weapon can only handle two elementals. What do you need the rest on?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well seems like you have a new way to spend your free time now, hm?\"*He said, referencing back to Ren sleeping on the job. Perhaps it was uncommon for him to have such business, but Terrel was sure everything would work out fine in the end. He listened to Ren silently, wringing out his hair in hearing the question.*\"If I answer that, the order will triple in size.\"*He said with a chuckle before resting his gloved hands on the counter.*\"You sure you want an answer?\"*Terrel was sure it would take Ren long enough getting the original order done. Though the Silnari wasn't in much of a rush, he did have other things to do without having to wait years for his weaponry to be finished.*"
},
{
"author": "Ren Taiyo",
"message": "*Ren brings the corners of his mouth up into a nervous smile at the thought. He'd finally have business, and make money. And the staleness of his shop was sorta getting on him...*\n\"Quite... W-well. What kind of smith would I be if I didn't forge as needed?\"\n\n*Ren huffed gently, grabbing his pen and paper again and drafting up a new sheet. He felt as if he was signing away the next couple months of his work life balance away. It felt pretty good if he was being honest.*\n\"Let's get it done and over with. For this large an order, I'll take all the payment up front.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*A sly grin formed where Terrel's mouth was visible just below the mask. Looks like someone was up to the challenge. Terrel supposed he could find that admirable enough. He could cut him some slack in that case. Terrel reached into the folds of his cloak, taking out a small sheet of paper. Seeing as this was paid upfront, he can at least see how the man faired with some of the weaponry. He placed the piece of paper down on the countertop, spreading it open fully to show an image of a dagger taking over the entirety of it with several small bits of text off to the sides written in Kirigic. They were most likely more personal notes for the Silnari, written in his own native tongue.*\"For now I'll order a pair of daggers enchanted with orichalcum and with their own runes of morphing. One I would like to have a Rune of Flame added to it and the other, a Rune of Blizzard.\"*He explained, giving specific instruction before standing up more straight.*\"If you can get those three orders done well enough...\"*He reached into his cloak, placing down six more bags of gold in similar amount to the ones he handed over previously.*\"Then I'll see about the rest of that order... Sound like a good enough trade to you?\""
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{
"author": "Ren Taiyo",
"message": "*Such a complex order... This would be fun, if his muscles didn't ache too much by the end of it. Smithing was hard, long work after all.*\n\n*The Macen tilts his head as the elf reaches for the paper. Glancing over the work as it's set in place. A hand comes to Ren's chin, rubbing it as he stared with intrigue. The dagger itself would be easy, though working in such materials and engravings into a small work like such... He'd manage. Quickly writing down the commands, Ren eventually glances up to the pink haired pig.*\n\"A three pronged spear of lighting, and a set of daggers of ice and fire. Quite the elementalist.\"\n\n*Finishing up the orders in total, Ren doesn't bother to speak the final sum. Especially so as the pig drops more gold than Ren had seen in his entire life on the table. His eyes sparkled, struggling immensely not to just grab the gold there and run. He could feed a village for month with this kinda cash... Unfortunately most if not all will be spent on materials.*\n\"Yes sir... Give me... Well frankly I can't say how long. Come back in a month or two, and I'll give you an update on my progress.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel eyed him for a while, reading his expressions through the cover of his pig mask while he listened to his summary of the order. He could sense a partial feeling of temptation from him. Perhaps he couldn't handle such an immense amount of gold. Though to Terrel, this didn't even seem like that much.*\"Good lad.\"*He said when the man finally said when he should come back as if to say 'good choice'. Terrel turned away from him, heading back towards the door before looking back to that.*\"Impress me with that and maybe I'll use this place as my goto whenever I'm around.\"*He reached his hands into his cloak, holding up a pair of bags that one could only assume had more money in them. Was there really an end to them with him? It was probably more of a question of where he kept it all.*\"I look forward to seeing your progress...\"*He said, soon heading out the door and leaving the man to his work.*"
},
{
"author": "Ren Taiyo",
"message": "*Mr. Money bags.*\n\n*Ren nodded with a stare as Terrel pulls out more of his seemingly infinite cash. Money didn't grow on trees, but pigs? Fair game it seemed.*\n\n\"Yes sir. I'll give you the finest craftsmanship you've ever seen!\"\n*A bold claim made often by men of his occupation. Though, whether it was the real deal only time would tell. Ren gives a firm bow as a send off to the pink haired elf, lifting his head as the door closes.*\n\n*He looks down to the mountains of cash on his desk then, a hand coming to his head.*\n\"Ho boy... Let's get it done then.\""
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{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The city is quiet at night. The stars shine, the moon light illuminates the streets, you can hear the families distant chatter, the occasional guardsmen yelling, the crickets, the dogs barking and cats meowing. Nighttime is busy in a large city but its much more peaceful at night as well, not many people walk through the streets and its like the whole world has calmed down for a little bit.\nIts for this reason Azrael sometimes takes a walk at night, when he can't sleep he will occasionally step out and walk through the moonlit roadways that link everything in the city together. Its peaceful, and god knows he needs that peace for his thinking time*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*With night having fallen, the Silnari found himself keeping to the side of the roads and drinking in the cool night air in peace with a good portion of the population having turned in for the night. It wasn't often he stayed out this late, though it was one of the few times he could go out and visit his wolves without them bringing a lot of attention back to him. Now that he had done such, the Elf had made his way back to the city, figuring a proper bed was better than taking the long way around and sleeping in the forests anyways. Besides, he got the night to himself. Or so he thought anyways. His gaze fell upon Asrael as he walked opposite of him, raising an eyebrow towards one of the few people that kept at the street in the dimly lit darkness.*\"Bit cold out to be going on a troll don't you think?\"*He questioned him casually as he walked by, it being the occasional time where he passed word to someone be randomly came across.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He looks at the elf, his wings twitching and a slight glint of irritating passing over his face for a moment before it returns to a more curious/suspicious expression. He has his jacket on so the comment does warrant some confusion considering most people ignore him*\n\"Could say the same to you. Youre walking through here without a jacket after all\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel stopped walking for a brief moment at his returned comment, turning to look back at him.*\"I got my cloak, don't I?\"*He said, pulling the red fabric tightly against himself. Seems like neither were the most keen in observation. Not that the night helped with that much. It didn't prevent the Elf from being able to read the man's emotions though, taking in the slightest hints he provided him from the smallest twitch that he had learned to observe from his canine friend.*\"I'm guessing you're trying to get away from people?\"*He questioned, tilting his head back a bit as he watched the man through the gaze of his pig mask.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The Ardent stops as well and looks back at the elf, regarding them with a less than subtle mix of curiosity and suspicion. Its clear that hes observing him and taking note of his appearance while thinking. He cant help but be curious why he said that and whether he picked up on his irritation or not*\n\"Isn't it the same for you? Why else would someone be walking around in the dead of night\"\n*He seems to pause for a moment like he's considering his own words* \"Well thats a rhetorical question. Theres many less than savory reasons Im sure\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He thought about the question for a moment.*\"Something like that. It's easier to carry out business without any eavesdroppers watching your every move.\"*The Elf answered.*\"Typically only have to worry about those looking for trouble during the night, though that's as much of a day problem, and I don't care much about them. Besides, if you really wanted to avoid people, you probably wouldn't linger in the large capitols. You seem more so like someone just looking for a break than rather risk it out in the forest for the sake of some space.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He turns around so that hes facing the elf, watching their expression for a few seconds before seeming to relax a bit. He takes a packet out of his pocket and opens it, lighting a cigarette for himself*\n\"Well I suppose youre not wrong. People are nosy at day, judgy at night. People like me don't want that attention so we take a walk through the streets when everyone's busy with their dinner.\"\n*He takes a drag of the cigarette and turns his head to blow the smoke away from the elf*\n\" But I would risk the woods for some quiet. There just happens to be good money in the capitol\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I suppose that much is true. Though I can imagine better places of work besides a large city like this.\"*He said, knowing very well it could simply be from his country side origins. The man mentioning him being fine with risking it out in the forest, made him slightly curious. Then again most people can be all talk at times.*\"You work around here?\"*He decided to ask.*\"Or have you managed to wander to the complete opposite side of the Capitol?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The Ardent glances around, obviously checking where he actually is and considering what to say. His wings flick and he looks back at the elf*\n\"Theres many places that are good for my profession, but accessible information is much more important. I could go work in.. Anushkin lets say and it likely wouldn't be much of an issue. Buut I do work on the other side of the capitol, so I mustve been walking for a while\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I'd assume information is accessible in any Capitol.\"*He thought aloud, partially growing distracted by every small movement Azrael's wings did. The Elf had a relatively short attention for things that moved a lot in his view, though he tried to readjust it back to the Ardent.*\"Anushken is pretty far from here though. What do you do exactly?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The Ardent takes another drag from his cigarette, glancing up the street and blowing the smoke out before refocusing his attention on the elf*\n\"The technical term would be a scholar. But I mostly just research magic and how it interacts with.. Well lets say this cigarette or your body.\" *He indicates at the elf with the cigarette to make his point*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well I'm no magic professional, but magic interacting with anything usually leaves with it killing said thing.\"*He said in response. The Elf was not a magic user whatsoever, but he had to fight enough mages to make it feel like the universe trying to convince him otherwise. Too bad he wasn't the best listener at times.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The Ardent shakes his head, visibly annoyed at the misconception, his wings flicking as well*\n\"Thats why I can work anywhere. Most people don't actually know much about magic, they use it occasionally but they don't know how it works. Consider this, where did magic come from? Has it always been around? What did it do before the first person used magic?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*At his questions, Terrel gave a light shrug.*\"Never paid that much attention in magic school.\"*He said to answer. Even now, he still didn't get it. It was like new kinds of magic were popping up everyday anytime he encountered it again.*\"What did you learn about it so far?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He simply shrugs and takes another drag of his cigarette, dropping it and squashing it to make sure its out*\n\"A lot of things. Its likely that the reason why some animals can use magic and others cant is directly related to how developed their brain is. How intelligent they are at a base level essentially\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Ouch. Fair though.\"*He said towards the comment.*\"Can't say I've ever seen any magic animals on my travels, but sounds like a rare enough occurrence if they have to be as intelligence as you make it sound. Must study animals often if that's the conclusion you came to.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He shakes his head and puts his hands in his pockets, his wings flicking again. Its difficult to tell why his wings keep flicking. It could either be emotion or just a subconscious tick but who knows, it's up for interpretation*\n\"I don't study them all that often, I focus more on the properties and interactions of magic. Like I said earlier, I determine how it interacts with the world around us when we're not trying to blow people up with a fireball\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel gaze followed every single movement he made with his wings, finding it hard to shift away as he found himself simply listening to the man at this point.*\"Well I can speak from experience and say... That we aren't trying hard enough.\"*The Elf noted.*\"Only time I've ever seen magic used for anything other than killing people is probably healing magic and I'm sure users would find a way to kill people with that as well.\""
}
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{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The man lets out a snicker, seemingly finding this amusing as his gaze wanders to the streets.*\n\"Im sure someone somewhere has already found a way to use healing magic to kill. People seem to have a knack for warfare. But that's why my job happens to be profitable, so I suppose itd be hypocritical to complain when Im profiting from the side effects of it\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"That mixed with the crazy people in this world leads to one heck of a combo.\"*He said, thinking back to a number of them he had met on his travels.*\"I guess I should be fortunate that you're not one of them, but I'm probably speaking too soon. Can't blame you from profiting off of it. Lots of people profit off this whole war Mentia still hasn't ended yet.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The Ardent briefly pauses to look at the moon, most likely checking the time*\n\"Depends on how you define crazy. A person on a bridge wearing nothing and trying to rob you? Thats crazy. A necromancer hell bent on creating a giant army? Mostly crazy. Then you get the so called 'mad scientist' or 'mad mage' that perform dubious experiments. That may be seen as crazy perhaps, but its often been people like that who make the largest breakthroughs in the understanding of this world\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I wouldn't put mad scientist and mad mage on the same scale.\"*He said after taking a moment to think about it.*\"See a mad mage would probably kill someone immediately if they tried that. A mad scientist.\"*He moves his hand from side to side as if gaging it.*\"You might live for a few days, weeks, months. I never understood either, but I'm fairly certain I've experienced both.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The Ardent silently observes the elf for a few moments, visibly curious about their experience, but they seem to decide not to ask questions*\n\"Well you probably met a power-hungry mage who developed a god complex. Magic tends to feel rather all powerful if you go deep enough into it. A mad mage would be someone who is obsessed with creating and discovering new magic, learning about it through various experiments without regard to the morality of said experiments. Although your mad scientist.. Well that fits the bill pretty accurately. They prefer to keep their test subjects alive to see the long term effects of whatever they are trying out\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"What about a mage that completely changes morals at the first sign of blood?\"*He asks him more curiously.*\"For the worst nonetheless...\"*The Elf scratched his chin at the thought of it for a brief moment.*\"The scientist wasn't too bad actually. Only real strange thing with him was his obsession with mutations. Which, I find a lot easier to deal with that magic users.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He silently considers what to say, his wings flicking as he idly starts messing with his hair*\n\"Hmm. Well theres a few possibilities for mages like that. They either turn out to really enjoy torture and killing, a sadist you could say, perhaps they found a exciting research topic which they would throw all morals away to pursue, or maybe they just hid their nature from others and chose to reveal it when they thought no one would survive or learn of it. Kinda like a necromancer who only uses undead for utility purposes but hides it due to the legality of it\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*His gaze followed the wings once more.*\"Well now we wouldn't want to do anything illegal would we?\"*He questions at the last part, clearly holding back a laugh at it.*\"Mages are hard enough to deal with as is. Crazy ones are better to not associate with. There's a large number of ways they can kill and/or torture you with that magic and I'd wish to not find out. Well... I suppose I could be a little curious seeing it the other way around, but still better to not find out.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He shrugs, not seemingly committing to either side as he brushes his hair back, straightening it out a bit*\n\"Well from a researchers viewpoint I cant quite deny that genius and madness has a very close knit relationship. But from a moral standpoint we definitely do not need more mad people running around doing their little morally dubious experiments. Worlds bad enough as it is without someone testing how much mana they can pump into a person before they.. Explode probably. Or mutate into some sort of abomination\"\n\n\"Science and magic is all about efficiency and balancing everything out so the masses dont burn down your laboratory or library mister... Hm... I dont believe I ever caught your name come to think of it\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Science is just magic that one doesn't understand yet. So in my case, I guess magic itself is just science.\"*The Elf said, giving a shrug. At least the man was agreeable in that sense. Terrel didn't understand much about the different sciences, but the scientists he met so far didn't seem so bad.*\"Name's Terrel.\"*The Silnari said, holding out a gloved hand for a hand shake.*\"Of course, people just typically give me any sort of nickname that relates to the word pig.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The Ardent shakes Terrel's hand, nodding once in a common greeting*\n\"Azrael. People dont give me nicknames since I dont talk to them that much\" *He grins slightly at his own joke*\n\"And yes, you are a lot more on point than you realize with magic and science being the same. What makes things magic is a lack of understanding, once its understood it becomes science\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel eventually moved his hand away after shaking his, returning it to the warmth of his cloak as he looked off down the dark roads.*\"Yeah, well ya could have fooled me.\"*He said with a chuckle at the man not talking to many people. Terrel could tell he was probably a loner of sorts, but he seemed equally fine with talking to someone who starts the conversation.*\"Eh, magic and science, they're both pretty cool to look at despite whatever explanation they have.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He smiles slightly at Terrels observation about magic and science, his wings flicing again while he puts his own hand back in his jacket pocket*\n\"Well youre not wrong. They do have a certain aesthetic allure that doesnt seem to appear naturally, but I personally prefer to have an explanation as well for why it looks like it does\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He raises an eyebrow in curiosity.*\"Do you use magic yourself?\"*He asked him, realizing that he never actually confirmed such. The previous scientist he met seemed to avoid magic healing and treatment for something more physical he supposed. It left him wondering if it was the same for him, or if he simply took outside sources for his research.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He pauses, apparently a little hesitant to answer. Or hes maybe simply thinking about the answer*\n\"Well.. I use it more than the average person but not for the same reasons as a mage would. Magic is helpful for my experiments. I cant exactly study how magic interacts with the world if I can't utilize it myself now can I?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He watched him idly, noting his facial reaction with Silnari's uncanny ability to read faces.*\"People get creative.\"*The Elf said.*\"I don't have magic, but I still use magic. If you get what I mean.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He tilts his head slightly, curiosity flitting through his eyes as his wings twitch*\n\"I don't quite understand Im afraid. You have no magic yet you use it?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Of course. Magic comes in many forms.\"*He says, thinking back to the philosophical portions of his magic lessons that he didn't pay all too much attention to before he discovered magic imbued items.*\"For mages, the magic comes from here and here.\"*He says pointing at his hand and his head. For those who get a firm grasp of fighting without magic, it comes from here.\"*He says gesturing to his whole body. But, there's also the magic that exists outside of that. Like say... A flaming sword... Or electric bows... Elemental weapons as they are more commonly called.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He nods, understanding dawning on his face. He seems to visibly relax a bit since his entire attitude became more attentive for a bit*\n\"Ah you're talking about enchanted items. Well I suppose they can be seen as separate from the usual magic, but its best to remember that these items had to have been created by someone who posseses magic. Its better to say that youre using something that was... Tainted by mana I would say. Someone had to pour attributed mana into an item for it to become a magic item\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Would that apply for runes as well? Or are they a sort of ancient material that existed long before people understood how to use magic?\"*He asked him.*\"Enchanting is one thing, runes are a completely separate material that adventurers often come across when fighting beasts or traversing different terrains. Did people imbue magic into them as well?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He rubs his chin as he thinks on how to answer, his wings repositioning themselves like hes getting more comfortable*\n\"I can't say anything for certain as runes are not my personal area of expertise. Buut I do have speculations. Since runes and magic items seem to share some similarities I think that they have a similar method of creation, relatively speaking at least. A rune probably conducts mana, or regulates it in a way, but like I said Im not sure. Maybe i should grab some runes if i ever find them and find out... That would be an interesting field to dabble with..\" *He trails off at the end as he gets lost in thought, a frown appearing on his face as he seriously considers the possibilities and how he can achieve this spontaneous thought*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Could always check with local blacksmiths or any other shop keep that specializes in weaponry. They're pricey but...\"*He holds out a hand, taking his glove off and flipping it over in time for it to suddenly extend out into dagger. The Elf caught it by its hilt and the small weapon began to glow in a dark purple coloring.*\"...They're a lot of fun to use.\"*Just as quickly as it had appeared, the dagger morphed its way back around his hand, creating the glove he originally wore once more.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*A small glint appears in his eyes as his wings flutter briefly*\n\"Is that a storage rune or a different storage item?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Most just call it ROM, or rune of morphing to be technical. Switches from one weapon to the next. Of course my gloves don't seem like weapons to the naked eye, but neither do gauntlets in the hand of a non magic user.\"*He says.*\"It does help with saving space on a lot of weapons if you carry around much larger ones. Something as big as a Greatsword being able to transform into something small and inspecting like a dart. Cool, right?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He rubs his chin, clearly considering something as a frown appears on his face again*\n\"Rune of morphing.. Hmmm.. Do you think someone can use it on a living thing? This could have so many fascinating applications outside of weaponry\"\n\n\"You could turn an bag into something small and portable.. This could potentially save so much space and time\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Hasn't been noted to work.\"*He said.*\"Only on weapons really. But some runes can work with the body despite added risk. I know a guy who's body is capable of functioning with the enchanting material typically used for weapons. It makes them stronger, but I can't imagine have runes forged into your body. As far as I know though... Only the elemental ones seem compatible and that's life risking enough as is.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He seems to be actively considering various options and possibilities, made clear by his frown and wings flicking restlessly*\n\"Hmm. Seems I'm going to need to pick up several books on runeology. Possibly a few different runes, maybe a magic empowering item. Gods so many possibilities so little time.\" *It seems hes devolved into muttering to himself*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*As the man went on muttering to himself, Terrel idly reached into his cloak to pull out a book before bonking the man on the head with it as if trying to fix a broken clock.*\"This is a start. I've read through most of it by now, but it mostly goes over proper weapon care and in some sections rune forging.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*For a brief moment upon being bonked pure hostility flashed through his eyes only to be immediately replaced with confusion as he looks at the book*\n\"A book? You're literate?\" *He seems more confused about Terrel being capable of reading for some reason*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Whoever said a pig couldn't read?\"*The Elf asked with a mischievous smirk.*\"Or speak in six different languages for that matter. I may not be able to use magic, but I'n fully capable of doing other things just fine.\"*He said, returning the book to his cloak.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He blinks a few times then makes a 'Huh. Well what do you know..' expression*\n\"Youre quite well learned then? You mustve traveled quite far to speak 6 languages judging by your attire\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Actually I was convinced into learning them at a young age. I didn't see much reason for it, but I guess I can talk to people from other countries now.\"*He said with a chuckle.*\"Traveling at least helps with practicing it more, got to get the accent down. But yeah, I've been pretty much all over the mainland at this point and some bits of Runra as well. There is a bunch of countries to the east I have yet to check out though, maybe I'll find something worth the trip out in Ruttenia.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*His eyes seem to glint at the mention of Runra*\n\"Youve been to Runra? Ive heard that they produce a lot of mages. Ah and don't worry about being forced into learning, it seems like a rather common thing for many who come from a more upper class household\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Sure, seen a lot of stuff while I was there. Guess you could have considered it a vacation of sorts, though it involved a lot more fighting than I remember vacations having. But, you know what else produces a lot of mages?\"*He gestured to the city.*\"Lymia. There's some large magic school here or something that everyone talks about. I wouldn't know, I've never gone there, but it's talked about lot.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He waves his hand dismissively, his wings seeming to mimic the gesture by flicking out*\n\"Lymia is good and all but its much more of a attraction based system with the big school. Everyone wants to learn magic because they saw someone cast a spell when they were young, so a large institution just for mages is a dream come true to them. Runra fascinates me because they are much more underdeveloped than Lymia, so something must be causing so many mages to be popped out there. I suspect the environment may have a higher density of mana which affects more people. And who knows how that affects the wildlife and ecosystem.. Gods what I wouldn't give to get my hands on a few sample creatures.\" *His eyes seem to glint with excitement at the prospect of studying the mana in Runra, a clear indication of just how much he loves his work*\n\n*He pauses and rubs the back of his head*\n\"Apologies, I got a little carried away there\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Oh no, go ahead. You seemed to have a whole thing going there.\"*He said casually.*\"I was just about to grab the snacks while you continued the whole speech.\"*The Elf reached into his pocket, pulling out what looked to be a handful of dried fruits.*\"This'll have to do.\"*He said, tossing them in his mouth and chewing on them for a while before refocusing on Azrael.*\"I may not know much about mana, but to suspect that environment is what's giving people the mana they need to be able to come out as such powerful mages would be to assume that mana isn't a force we always create and control inside our selves. Of course I'd rather believe the former, it's a lot more sensical than just thinking magic will appear when you will it to, but sometimes it's just from how you think.\"*He eventually swallowed the food in his mouth before scratching at his jaw idly.*\"If mana wasn't originally sourced or affected by what goes on in people then maybe you should consider the idea that magic runes and enchants aren't all from people either.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He slowly grins as Terrel kept talking, the same glint appearing in his eyes as his wings flutter a bit*\n\"I suspect the exact same thing. Magic mustve permeated from something else entirely, its unlikely that its there just for us humanoid or intelligent creatures to use. Its the same as thinking that the grass grows just for the cows that are grazing in the area. Mana is most likely all around us, some kind of invisible force putting out a constant pressure of some sort on the environment and its inhabitants, seeping into things over time. Youve heard of those mythical areas that seem so bizarre and are described as if theyre from a completely different world? Well Im convinced thats created by mana seeping into that area specifically for some reason and altering it entirely. Ive also heard of cases where people find some type of object that just naturally radiates mana, which would imply that either that object has absorbed a ridiculous amount of mana or something is actively *Creating* Mana and spewing it into the environment\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel shoved another handful of dried fruit in his mouth while he listened to the man, if he was listening anyways. It was hard to tell with how blank his mask made his expression look.*\"That would be suggesting that just about anyone can use magic in the right environment, but it's not the most far fetched idea.\"*He said before letting out a laugh.*\"Pretty interesting conspiracy, sounds like a heist in the making if you're looking to somehow sneak your way in to get a sample. Of course there's always just knowing someone from there that could help.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The Ardent grins mischievously and spreads his arms out dramatically, his wings spreading as well for an extra flare*\n\"The entire world is a massive conspiracy from the right viewpoint Terrel. Gods, religion, the origins of intelligent life, mana and the possibility of previous civilizations. All of it is just waiting to be explored and so many would call you mad for possessing the desire to know everything about this world we live in. Knowledge corrupts they say. Well I say knowledge is a *Necessity.* The ability to pursue information and learn more is exactly what makes us intelligent creatures, so why not take advantage of our gift of reasoning? I relish the opportunity to destroy previous perceptions of our understanding on how this world works, any scientist would love to discover something so huge that it completely upturns everything we know\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well the main reason we don't is a lot of the lower class aren't paid to have knowledge. Knowing stuff is great and all, but unless it puts food on the table, I'm sure people could care less for the conspiracy outside of the nobleman that have too much free time for it.\"*He said, chewing his food rather slowly before a grin formed.*\"So when are you going to go test this little theory of yours?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He grins right back at him, putting his hands in his pockets*\n\"Lets just say that if I said that I'm going on an expedition to discover more for my research I *Technically* Would be telling the truth. As for the lower class.. Well theyre the ones who will end up benefiting from that nobleman with too much time and ended up discovering something huge\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well there's nothing scarier than a bunch of lower class man that can shoot fire out of their hands. No telling what they'd do. Probably would cause a lot of chaos. Sounds like fun though.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He laughs*\n\"I think you just described a revolution Terrel. But it would definitely be fun. After all magic can be used for pure utility. I mean I use it on a daily basis to light the fireplace and I haven't burned down my house yet\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I'm willing to believe that there's magic for everything at this point. I wouldn't know though, I'm mainly here to watch it from the sidelines while I casually get funded from people constantly fighting each other. And to think most people pay for this form of entertainment.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He simply shrugs*\n\"The more magic there is the more ideas we will get for more magic. Making everything simple and easy seems to be what magic is used for the majority of the time so eventually no one will have to work\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"There's probably going to be a point later on where one would come to regret letting every single person in the wold use magic, but sounds like a future issue I can't be bothered with worrying about.\"*He gazed off down the empty road before looking back him.*\"I suppose you'd want to return to your thoughts and conspiracies. Of course...\"*He tilted his head back to the town.*\"There's always visiting the local tavern if you want to come with.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*His eyes glint*\n\"Come with? And where exactly do you plan to go?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel let out a snort.*\"The tavern.\"*He said in basic response.*\"Unless you plan on tagging along for all of my trips too, but I might say, I do travel quite a lot.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He snorts*\n\"I meant where is your next journey to. No offense but I tend to avoid taverns like the plague\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Been considering a trip to the East for a while like I said earlier, but I'm sure you're most interested in seeing what there is to see in Runra, hm?\"*He questioned him.*\"For though, I'll be heading to and from the beastkin lands for a while until I finish up with business.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He rubs his chin as he sinks into thought, weighing his options and mentally planning things out*\n\"Hmm.. How long would your traveling last overall before Lymia crosses your path again?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"About a month or so. Lymia isn't a place I stop by often, but I have access to faster traveling amongst the nations so I go by feel more often than not these days.\"*He said.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He takes another few seconds to consider things*\n\"Hmm.. Okay I can do a month. When do you plan to leave?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"In a few days most likely.\"*He said, giving a casual shrug in response as if time was fluid to him.*\"I don't follow a schedule, I just come and go as I please.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"Alright perfect, that gives me time to.. Leave a message for the superiors. Not like they can stop me if its directly related to my research. I can get everything in order in a day or two, probably purchase some self defense weaponry, a mana potion or five. Shouldn't be much of an issue\"\n\n*He pauses, seeming to hesitate*\n\".. Youre not taking any high mountain trails right?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Actually I travel by sea.\"*He said to answer him after he went on about all the preparations he had to do first.*\"Much faster that way.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He visibly relaxes as if he was dreading something*\n\"Alright perfect. Then there should be no issues\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I'm sure you must have a lot of work on your hands and all. I'll just return back here in a month or so, whenever you're ready.\"*The Elf said, turning away from him with a sweep of his cloak.*\"Of course, when you're traveling with a magicless Elf, there's only so much magic you'll probably find on the trip.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"Oh I think you misunderstood me\" *He grins mischievously*\n\"Im going to take off with ya when you leave and abandon the work I already have going and calling it a 'research expedition'. The big wigs cant say much to that, and they cant stop me if they receive the message when Im already on the road\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*A half chuckle escaped the Elf at Azrael's slyness.*\"Sneaking past authority. I like it.\"*He said when it finally clicked. The Elf gave a light wave to the Ardent, walking off as he did.*\"I'll see you then Azrael. Enjoy you nightly walk.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He waves at the elf as well and turns around, walking off in the opposite direction*\n\"Its been a pleasure Terrel. Enjoy your night\""
}
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{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*Its been around a months time since Azrael had made arrangements with the elf Terrel and.. Frankly not much has happened in that time. Azrael went about his normal daily life, experimenting, researching various subjects and studying the biology of the wildlife, usually holing himself up in his laboratory and library. The only difference has been that hes stocked up on his research notes, some fresh surgical and laboratory equipment, and bought a few traveling items in preparation for his 'research expedition' .*\n\n*And so it had led to Azrael walking down the street towards Pepor's harbor, where he assumes he will find Terrel.. Somewhere. He'll just look for him when he gets there. Hes carrying a backpack stocked with spices, lab/surgery equipment, some basic necessities and a spear tied to the bag. As always though, his research notebook is tucked away on his person just in case he needs to quickly scribble something. Oh yea and hes also wearing a brand new gambeson under his clothes but all it does is make him look like hes physically healthier than he really is*\n\n*He arrives at the harbor and looks around at all the people and boats, his wings flicking and twitching as annoyance flashes across his face repeatedly each time someone walks near him or shouts at someone else. All this noise is incredibly irritating.. But he just has to put up with it and find Terrel*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf stood near the docks, drinking in the salty air of the seaside town. It wasn't often he came to this harbor by boat, however, with the trade ships being forced at sea, he had little choice but to bring them here. It was similar to Salvaninia's and Runra's coastline, bustling with activity as the midday trades went through while he kept near their vessel. Terrel stood apart from the crowd, staring off until his gaze fell upon the winged Macen struggling through the crowds. An amused grin crossed his masked face and he soon let out a whistle for the man's attention. \n\nTerrel looked quite a bit different since he's last seen him. His pink hair had been trimmed down a bit, though by now growing out to be much shaggier than the silky elven look most Silnaris had. His clothing glinted ever so slightly with the sign of armor being worn beneath it. In one hand he carried a satchel, most likely waiting to be thrown upon the ship once they readied to depart, while in the other a trident was held firmly. Its three toothed end pointed upwards and sparkled in the light of the midday sun.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*As Azrael looks around the harbor, walking through the busy rowdy crowd he spots the glint of Terrels trident. Now that hes identified where the elf is he can start trying to make his way towards him.. Once the crowd gets out of the way that is\nHe practically has to force his way through just to get to Terrel thanks to all the buffoons surrounding him, but theres not really anything he can do about it.*\n\n*So he forces his way through to Terrel, taking a second to glare at the previous person who bumped into him*\n\"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Did you get your hair mauled or something?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well don't you know how to greet a person.\"*He said in return, leaning against his trident for the time being. At the mention of his hair, he simply said:*\"No, I just have a bird living in it.\"*Shaking his hair a bit, the head of small animal seemed to poke out from the mass of pink hair.*\"He's been there for a while now. Usually I'd put more effort in trying to fix it up, but hair's been more difficult than usual lately. But hey, it at least gives it a nice pirate look for the road.\"*The Elf grabbed the Furrow that was resting in his hair before placing the bird on his shoulder. It looked more like a rodent than a bird, but the beak on its face seemed to check out.*\"I'm assuming you'll all packed and ready to set out?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He takes a moment to stare at the bird then looks at Terrel*\n\n\"Theres a lot about this bird story that seems to be skipped over, but yup Im all packed. Dont exactly need much if I'll be cutting up some wildlife anyways. And I got some spices to give things some flavor\"\n *He grins at the prospect of cooking something different for a change. Weirdly enough he seems pretty into cooking- or is it an obsession with dissection? Its difficult to tell.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I can explain on the way. Crew is getting bored. And boredom is a dangerous thing.\"*He gestures to the plank of wood for Azrael to board the boat, soon taking a whistle out from around his neck and blowing into it.*\"Ghost! Chi!\"*He yelled out, saying the last word in his native tongue. A few moments later a pure white wolf came barreling through the crowds at high speeds, causing some of the people trip about avoiding the beast as he made his way over to them. Terrel knelt down to give the wolf a pat on his head only to hear complaints coming from the ship.*\"Right right, sorry-.\"*He yelled back to the crew before looking over to Azrael.*\"Always forget about their sensitive hearing.\"*He stands back up, gesturing down to the wolf.*\"This is Ghost. He's looking to get his sea legs today and probably land legs too since he's coming with us.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He stares at the wolf for a moment, curiosity flashing across his face before he nods and gives a sarcastic salute and turning towards the plank*\n\"By yer orders cap'n. We set sail at yer word\" *He says in a surprisingly accurate stereotypical sailor/pirate voice before he heads on up to the ship, carrying the loot hes bringing onto the trip*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel followed him up onto the ship, waiting for his wolf to climb up to join them before ordering the crew to get ready to set off. The ship seemed like any other trade ship, this one seemingly packed full with a crew of purely beastkins.*\"Meet the crew Az. They'll be taking us across the Acrane seas to Ruttenia. That and returning back to the town. So I guess we're basically stranded there unless we travel back on foot.\"*He said with a laugh before walking off. A Canifor made his way over to the plank, pulling it back up on the boat while the others started hoisting up the anchors and setting the sails. The ship gradually began to shift away from the dock for the time being, all the while Terrel made his way to the side of the boat to gaze out towards the wide expanse of ocean they will be setting off towards.*"
}
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{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He nods at the crew and walks to the ships bow, staring towards where they're likely headed for even though its just ocean*\n\"Hm.. Think I prefer a boat to the beach after all. No doubt it'll be very peaceful once we're out in the middle of nowhere\" \n*He comments idly while his wings flutter. Hes got a rather strange expression, probably thinking about stuff*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel's wolf made his way back over to the Elf, resting at his feet while Terrel glanced back over towards Azrael.*\"Could be a lot of forests out there as well. I've been meaning to meet with a cartographer, but we'll just have to see the first town we get to.\"*For brief moment, he found himself distracted by the Ardent's wings again, eventually saying:*\"I've been meaning to ask, is your wings constantly moving like a nervous twitch kind of thing or is that just what wings do?\"*If it was anything like the latter, perhaps it was similar to how a beastkins and kemono's ears always move. It was distracting at times, but always caught the Elf's curiosity.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He looks at him, almost surprised in a way. It seems he doesn't realize that his wings have been moving, but now that its been brought to his attention they stop moving*\n\"Huh.. Well I didnt realize theyre moving but if Im honest its probably a nervous twitch or emotional related thing. I know I have other similar subconscious habits so its likely this is one of those\"\n*He rubs his chin as he explains, appearing to seriously consider the topic*\n\n\"Hmm.. Yes I do believe its most likely a nervous twitch type of action. I have a relatively good control of my wings while beastkin with ears have a generally looser control over them, hence all the moving around. Although Im sure their twitching is also emotion related\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Oh no the beastkin thing is definitely emotion tied half of the time.\"*He said, only to have a few of the crew glance over his way.*\"Don't consider me an expert though.\"*The Elf lowered his voice a bit.*\"They have incredibly good hearing.\"*Going back to speaking in a normal tone, he continues.*\"It's not often I get to see... What are you some... Kind of Macen of sorts...?\"*He questioned.*\"You ever actually fly with them?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He rubs the back of his neck, frowning as he considers how to answer. He glances around at the crew then indicates for him to lean closer. Clearly he bout to say one of his wacky theories*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel looked at him in mild confusion of what looked like secrecy from the Ardent, though he leaned in anyways at the sign to.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"*We're called Ardent Macen but frankly we're closer to fae than Macen, and based on what I've seen if this got out my entire species would lose its shit about it*\" He whispers to Terrel, a small grin on his face like he honestly enjoys the prospect of... Turning something on its head. Oh lord he was serious in that conversation on the street, hes absolutely going to publish this information someday*\n\n*He leans back and grins*\n\"Oh and yes we can fly, but personally I dont. Heights scare the shit out of me\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*This man sure had a lot of whacky ideas, but Terrel decided to go along with it. He understood little of the man's race and he was sure his little theories hasn't hurt anyone yet. Probably. At the mention of his fear of height, the Elf merely stared at him, only the slight rise in cheek bones indicating an oncoming laugh. He quickly cleared his throat, just before one could fully burst out.*\"Yes, well I'm sure that must be a very serious thing that'll definitely not ever come back up later.\"*He says, gradually shifting his gaze away. Having wings and being scared of heights? It was like having fins and being afraid of water. Strange, indeed. He was broken from his thoughts at the annoyed chittering of the bird on his shoulder, soon deciding to change the subject at the indication.*\"Right, you wanted to know this guys' story didn't you?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He narrows his eyes at the Elf as hes clearly about to laugh, but honestly even he can see the irony in it so he just sighs and shakes his head. Nothing to be done about it after all.*\n\"Oh Im sure it wont come back up again\" *He says with a grin*\n\"And yea, this whole bird in your hair situation certainly demands the story to be told\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Do you want the long version or short version \"*He said, picking the bird up off his shoulder and patting him idly while held the animal in a hand.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He waves his hand dismissively*\n\"Youre on a ship with a scholar. Give me the long version of course\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel thought it over for a bit.*\"Fair enough.\"*He says, before looking down at the bird.*\"About two years ago or so, I took a job with this Centaur guy I met back in my earlier days of adventuring and whatnot. A farmer was having issues with these little pests damaging the farms so we were tasked with killing them all. The job wasn't so hard really, just having to kill these little guys running about being quite tedious and all. While I was focused on the others that were running, this little guy actually tried attacking me. Which was... Very ineffective, but I had to give him props for trying.\"*He said with a chuckle at the faint memory of the rodent biting at his shoe to no avail.*\"So I decided to spare this little warrior's life, named him Tzu, and now he gets his revenge of me killing his family by staying in my hair all the time. I had cut it much shorter before he moved in, now you can imagine the difficulty in trying to cut it when there's a living animal in there 24/7. It's not all bad though, sometimes I forget he's in there. He's good company whenever he makes his presence known whenever there's no one else around though. Kind of like a conscience.\"*He gave the bird a light rub on his head before finally placing him back on his shoulder.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He listens while watching the waves and ocean, his fingers tapping rapidly across the railing, similar to that of a pianist*\n\"2 years ago? He must be quite fond of your hair if hes been hanging around this whole time. Some animals are known to hold grudges quite well, corvids being a good example. But having said that, the company does seem nice. Certainly wouldn't hurt to know theres always someone with you even when youre alone\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I wouldn't be surprised if he's made a nest in there by now.\"*He said in return, falling silent at Azrael's last comment. Perhaps that's why the Silnari had so many animals. That or because he simply likes animals after growing up on a farm full of them. Yeah, it was definitely the latter.*\"That's the thing with traveling a whole bunch. You get to meet a lot of people along the way, but more often than not it's just you and your own thoughts by the end of the day. Which may or may not be a good thing for some people.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He stares at the ocean, a frown appearing on his face. Not one of his thinking ones though, it seems hes actually thinking about something worrisome for once*\n\"Hmm.. Being on the road with just your own thoughts. Thats...\" *He doesn't bother continuing, but his wings are strangely still for a change. He ends up just shrugging dismissively*\n\"Suppose you meet many people regardless everyday. Doesn't mean you'll end up talking to any of them ever again\"\n\n*He shoots a grin at Terrel*\n\"Now aint that depressing? No wonder you've got a wolf as well, Id hate being stuck with just myself too\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Enough to drive a man crazy? Honestly considering how many insane people I've met on the road, it probably doesn't end well for most. Animal company is nice though, especially if you aren't much of a people person. But I suppose actually having a two way conversation is better sometimes.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He thinks for a bit, drumming his fingers on the railing and his wings flutter*\n\"Hmm.. Id say Im probably the same. I generally prefer animals since they dont have any of the unsavory qualities of people. But at the same time we're all evolved to be social and being completely ostracized from society, self imposed or otherwise, kinda does a number on your mental health after a while. Animals just cant have a conversation with you. Well most cant anyways\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"It's probably for the best they don't. Might end up no different than talking to people with them hanging around us long enough. I knew a person who could talk to animals. It was... Odd to say the least... One reason being because hearing your own animals talk to you is hard to get used to and the other reason her being so disconnected from people with that power. Of course, she was also crazy so that could have tied to it.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*His head snaps to Terrel at the mention of someone a legend to talk to animals*\n\"You know someone capable of talking to animals?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Yeaaahhh...\"*He said slowly, wondering why that of all things was what he had to repeat.*\"I wasn't kidding when I said you meet a lot of people. Very... Interesting people nonetheless...\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*His eyes glint in the telltale 'scientist mood' way he so often gets when he comes across something interesting*\n\"Would they happen to be a wanted criminal headed for the executioner?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He gave a light shrug.*\"Probably?\"*He said. The Elf supposed she did help them with the heist, it soon turning against them, but nonetheless authorities would be after all their heads at some point. It's a wonder why the Silnari kept showing his face in Salvania after what happened.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*His wings flutter in what can be assumed to be an excited manner as his grin widens*\n\"A shame... Such a fascinating talent having to go to waste on a block\" *He.. Definitely does not sound particularly sad about it. But honestly considering the line of questioning and the fact hes quite open about dissecting various creatures for his studies.. Paired with his earlier note of ardent being closer to fae. It definitely paints a rather... Interesting picture.*\n\n\"Hmm. Probably a good thing I don't have that talent come to think of it\" *He mutters*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well she definitely made it worse for her than it needed to be. Used to be all about helping people and whatnot, but some really do change in an instant.\"*He gave a shrug.*\"It happens to most though. I wouldn't say I'm not wanted for a... Number of things I may or may not have done.\"*At him uttering it being better of him not having the talent, the Elf smirked slightly.*\"I suppose it's a good thing that I didn't you the other ways of achieving such in that case then.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He listened patiently right up until its implied that there are other ways of talking to animals. At that his head snaps to Terrel again*\n\"Theres a lot I can say about the implied criminality of you, but frankly Im much more interested in just how many interesting tidbits you know. Different ways to speak to animals? Are they magic in nature?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"No one's perfect.\"*He said way too nonchalantly towards his criminal background. At the question of it was magic in nature, he said:*\"Well you guessed that faster than I had. It's a type of nature magic yes, but as far as it being a nature's magic, I'm not too sure. I see people that turn into animals as if it's nothing new to them, but that's a whole side of magic that I haven't gotten to yet.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*His wings flutter and he rubs his chin, considering the various types of magic that seems so abundant yet is never cataloged properly*\n\"Hmm.. Why is these things never recorded.. Is it because not enough scholars talk to wanderers and adventurers? Honestly its like I have an entire monopoly to conquer on the information regarding magic here\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Oh it is, I just never bothered reading that far into the magic section. You know, not having magic and all. I'm sure it would be a nice seeing just how ridiculous spells can get though if you're curious of it.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He rubs his chin frowning and looks back at the ocean*\n\"Hmm.. Might I see this magic book you've read? It seems a little different from the ones that are public in Lymia\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He gave a light shrug.*\"Can't. It was taken away by the animal conversationalist lady.\"*The Elf explained before remembering the other books he had.*\"But I did get some from Runra that I brought along in case I got bored enough.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He blinks a few times, evidently confused*\n\"I know I should be asking about the crazy animal lady but.. Why would you buy multiple editions of the same book?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I didn't buy them, they were gifted to me from a clan of dead Kemonomimi's.\"*He said casually.*\"That ironically keep in the form of wolves. I think the books are split apart in different portions of magic. I just picked one at random to take with me.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He keeps staring at Terrel. Hes not even saying anything anymore, just staring. Frankly its rather obvious he's in utter disbelief*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He gazed back at him.*\"Look if I questioned everything I saw on my travels, I wouldn't get anywhere. Do you want the book or what?\"*He asked him.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He throws his hands up exasperatedly, his wings fluttering*\n\"I'll take the book but Im absolutely going to grill you on essentially your entire life story and every single adventure you've went on. You know a whole lot of valuable information and you dont even realize it\" \n*He jabs a finger in Terrels direction in a mock threatening way*\n\n\"And Im absolutely taking all of that information.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I have no idea what you mean.\"*He said fanning it off while also throwing a side eye his way. A grin crossed his face as he pulled a book out of his cloak and held it out to the man.*\"I'm just a pig after all. What could a pig possibly know?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He snorts and jabs his finger into Terrels side*\n\"This 'pig' likely knows a lot of taboo magic and simply thinks nothing of it. So mister pig is going to have to deal with some interviews from an overly curious Ardent with an obsession for magic of taboo and unknown nature\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Silnari ever so simply grabbed Azrael's finger in two of his own.*\"Mr. Pig is going to want to hear a please and thank you. Also never prod a pig. Trust me.\"*He tightened his grip before letting go of him upon the pseudo threat said. It appeared like the book he held out to him was in a different language, Runran to any knowledgable eye. The cover was colored in a faded white with something a of spectral symbol in the center.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He grins and shrugs, taking the book and giving it a quick flip-through.*\n\"You should probably have guessed this by now but I don't work on a please thank you system. Its predatory and parasitic. How about I do you some favors when ya need em instead eh?\"\n\n*He glances at Terrel*\n\"Essentially I'll owe you a pretty huge favor or multiple small favors. Even if you only see this as talking, from my point of view this is invaluable information that cant be without great effort\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Sure I'll just add you to the list of people who owe me.\"*He said with a light roll of his eyes. What could this person possibly help him with that someone else isn't at this point? So far, Terrel simply took him as a person full of theories. The Elf was already giving him a free vacation from his work. Now he was being prodded for information. He gave a light yawn, imagining there being way too many adventures for him to tell all of. It was a wonder what the man was learning from this exactly.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He looks out at the ocean, his entire attitude shifting to a sudden seriousness. Even his wings went still*\n\"Considering your yawn you're probably contemplating if theres even anything that I can do. So let me put it this way to give you some idea. You've already mentioned you like animals, you have a wolf, youre constantly traveling, you know nothing of magic and to top it off youre likely wanted in several countries and will continue to get into trouble here and there. Doctors dont work on confirmed criminals or their pets. Scholars dont give out information to random adventurers. And many scholars cant even hold a weapon right or cast basic attack magic. Im sure you see where I come in on these aspects. I don't have any particular regard for rules or laws, neither for your criminal background. So if you're in need of surgery or a pet of your's life is in danger, Im going to be the fastest line to survival you'll have\"\n*Every word of this he spoke with a simple factual monotonous tone. There was absolutely nothing to indicate how he feels in his voice or face, not even a coldness. He simply said it, and that's it*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel let out an exhale of air of what could have been annoyance. He already knew healers that could help him, albeit their magic was limited and numbers few. Maybe he did have some point in Terrel's nonchalant life leading him down a road where there was more at risk than simply getting caught by authorities. His lack of discreetness sure didn't help either. Terrel supposed even his own quest for finding things of value could be limited if he was ever caught. He gazed down to his wolf resting at his feet, eventually letting out a sigh. At the very least, the Elf wasn't going to let him hold it over him, but that was a decent enough favor in his eyes.*\"So what? You're a doctor now as well?\"*He said in a calmer tone, a hint of curiosity in it.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He smirks and looks at Terrel, the entire blankness about him disappearing in an instant*\n\"Ive been rather clear about my experiments on creatures haven't I? I cant do that if I don't know exactly how peoples bodies work. Its not as good as healing magic, but theres nothing better at finding the problem and then solving it than a practical examination instead of just casting a healing spell on every little scrape you see\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"No you definitely still can. It just won't be guaranteed to end as well.\"*He said before thinking back to an old memory.*\"Reminds me of another doctor I once met some time ago. Refused to use magic with his healing practicing. His experiments were interesting to say the least.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He glances at Terrel, raising an eyebrow*\n\"Are you implying that a doctor was performing experiments without the necessary knowledge of exactly how the body works and whether a specific operation will end in disaster or not?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Oh, no not that. Well I hope not anyways. I haven't really looked into his credentials as a doctor, but I suppose he looked like he knew what he was doing.\"*Terrel took a moment to think it over.*\"Hopefully he did anyways-.\"*He said repeating the words again.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He looks at Terrel with a mixture of concern and morbid curiosity*\n\"I get the idea that you dont know a lot about this.. 'doctor'.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I know he worked with mutations a lot which I may not have become part of. Traveled with him for some time before he eventually decided to settle down a bit and become more stationary with his work. Haven't seen him since, but could have been because I haven't thought to visit for a while with how much I travel as is. Who knows what he's been up to lately. Either way, he served to help when needed... And when not needed sometimes as well...\""
}
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{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He facepalms, his wings twitching as he groans*\n\"Mutations? In this age? Are you sure that you didn't get yourself involved with a mad scientist whos basically creating monsters by altering how their bodies work?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He gazed at him for a long while as if considering it.*\"Seems like one of the most sane people I've met.\"*Terrel said casually. He found the doctor's work both uncanny and interesting. The word mad was a strong word, especially considering the mutant beasts that roamed the lands pseudo-naturally. Most people simply called them monsters though.*\"I think he tested it more on himself thinking about it.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He raises an eyebrow, openly skeptical about the whole 'sane' part.*\n\"Testing anything on yourself is not an indication of being sane. No proper researcher would test any of their creations on themselves. Its a precaution thats necessary, if your experiment goes wrong then you'll be the one who faces the consequences, meaning you may never be able to pass on what you've discovered\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He gave a snort of amusement.*\"If something happens to you, I don't think that's something you'd want to pass on.\"*He said. Terrel supposed the man had some truth in his words. However, what was done in the past was done, and as much time that had gone by, it didn't seem like anything bad had happened so maybe he should continue to trust whatever it was the doctor injected him with to make him stronger. He eventually gave a light shrug.*\"I suppose everyone has their own ways of going about things. I'm not the one that should be informing others on what he does. I understood little of it.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He sighs and shrugs, looking out at the waves. He doesn't really have much else to say on the subject besides more criticism on how stupid it is do something you don't know anything about. But its rather pointless so he doesn't bother. Instead he stares at the ocean silently, watching the waves and occasionally aquatic life go by*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel allowed the silence to ensue between them as he watched the waters gently sloshing against the boat. He used to only occasionally travel by sea, but now with the trade ships becoming available, it seemed practically necessary for quick travel. Some time had passed and Terrel eventually found himself being a approached by a Reptilian. They uttered a few words to him in Menti and eventually Terrel looked back over to face Azrael.*\"We'll be reaching the gates soon. It's best we don't draw too much attention to ourselves.\"*He said before standing more upright and tilting his head in a direction for Azrael to follow. Some of the crew seemed to become more active, a few getting up to head to the front of the ship in them approaching the supposed gates that were meant to take them to the Arcane seas.*\"Ever been through them?\"*He asked Azrael while heading in a direction opposite to the crew.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He stares at the ocean for a while, not responding yet. Its.. Difficult to read his expression. Hes clearly got a mask on, albeit a very well practiced one. But he does eventually look at him to answer*\n\"Haven't been through them often, only once back in my early 20s. Maybe I'll figure out something interesting about them hm?\" *Hes obviously not nearly as enthusiastic as he was earlier but eh*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Nothing but a lot of ocean and few bits of land.\"*He said, taking up post at the rear of the ship while he let the crew handle the guards at the gateway. A few Treton seemed to be waiting there and eventually the ship was brought to a stop while they spoke. The Elf took a seat for a while, silently watching the Ardent in his unreadability. Did the scientist think irk him that much or was there something else on his mind? Terrel wasn't too sure, but he couldn't be bothered to ask, instead simply relaying his own thoughts.*\"Mostly used for travel, but it's a wonder if anyone tried starting a civilization out there.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He glances at Terrel, tilting his head. His wings have been oddly still this whole time*\n\"Hmm.. Starting a civilization in the middle of an ocean? It could be done theoretically. But if anyone tried they probably gave up really quickly\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I suppose with enough people considering the same idea it's very well possible.\"*He said.*\"Plenty of good opportunity through there.\"*Terrel watched as the Treton swam off, the boat soon moving once more as it steered towards the gates. The Elf stared on ahead for a moment as they drew close and, in a shift in lighting, the boat had gone through, with nothing around them besides the large expanse of water in every direction. One may not even realize it having been passed if not for the gate that now sat behind them.*\"The crew tell a whole bunch of stories of spirits living in the seas out here, told me the tales came from Runrans that took to these waters whenever sailing to and from the mainland.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He looks around at the new.. Area? His interest is clearly peaked*\n\"Well considering the nature of this place some of those stories might he right. What do you say? Think theres some alien life out here somewhere?\" *He grins at Terrel, his excitement at the prospect of completely new lifeforms igniting once more*\n\n\"If there is Id love to see it. Who knows what could be living here and what type of properties it has\"\n\n*He frowns, rather disappointed at this bit of knowledge. A shame... Who knows what could be down there. His wings flutter, finally showing some movement again*\n\"Hm.. Well thats unfortunate. But theres probably a spell somewhere for breathing underwater so maybe it wont be an issue? Unless its illegal to dive into the water while traveling through a gate\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Mmm probably. There is practically a spell for everything, I've come to learn.\"*He said in thought before letting out a laugh at the question that followed.*\"Who's going to stop you, the spirits down below? People may well think you mad for doing such. Don't know what you're getting yourself into going down there.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He stares at Terrel for a fes seconds at the mention of being mad. Its almost like his face is saying 'Well.. Yea kinda'*\n\"Terrel. Do you really think that ground breaking discoveries happen thanks to sane people?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel raised a single eyebrow as if to question the man's slight hypocrisy towards his perspective of sanity after their previous conversation.*\"Probably not. Then again, there's the possibility of something being accidentally stumbled upon.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He scoffs and waves his hand dismissively*\n\"Stumbling onto something is unreliable and in the majority of cases leads someone either destroying what they find out of ignorance and fear or having no idea what it is and mistaking it as something else entirely. No, true progress comes from people intentionally setting out to find the unknown and unexplored. And theyre usually seen as mad and 'insane' all because they dare leave safety in the pursuit of knowledge\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"In that case, pretty much every adventurer is insane then.\"*He said.*\"And if all of them are then no one is. Undependable or not, sometimes the best things can only be discovered on accident. I think rare occurrences like such should be recorded simply for the phenomenon.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He rubs his chin, frowning as he considers his words, his wings fluttering again*\n\"Hmm.. I think I understand where you are coming from. Although frankly I don't put much faith in the random occurrences, theyre unreliable. I say going out looking for these things is the best way to get results, even if someone does end up stumbling on a huge discovery\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Who knows? It may happen more often than you think.\"*He said with a casual grin.*\"Sometimes just being in the right place at the right time is all it takes. Like going on a nightly walk, might I add.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He rolls his eyes and smirks as his wings readjust themselves*\n\"Lucky coincidences aren't all that common at all. Having to rely on them the whole time wont bring us much further in our development. After all not many people understand how to operate on a body or investigate the mana in a plant or creature\""
}
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well not if you look at the big picture. But they do have schools that teach people just that.\"*He said.*\"Granted if you can afford it which in that case, not many people can do.\"*Terrel idly played his bird, the small creature nipping at his gloved hand in the process.*\"And in some cases, choosing not to, but if you gathered them together, it would seem like a decent number.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He hums thoughtfully and scratches his cheek, looking out at the waves as he considers how to respond*\n\"Well... I'll admit the academies and schools are rather expensive. Clearly theyre meant for nobility more than anything considering the literacy rate of most countries. So I suppose accidental discoveries would be more likely if I take into account that many illiterate people travel to make their livelihood. But I do believe if we had a larger number of researchers then wed be putting the intentional discoveries much higher on the list\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Have you actually tried to?\"*He asked him, figuring the man's lack of wanting to be around people often would probably get in the way of it. Besides, working with nobility would be difficult to say the least. Terrel didn't care much for the rich, but it would be quite hypocritical for him to think such of them when he was in similar position. He didn't meet many researchers, making one wonder if perhaps there was some truth to Az's thoughts of the slim chances of it happening.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He tilts his head curiously, a frown appearing on his expression*\n\"Tried to do what?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Y'know. Actually look around and work with other researchers in order to have more of these discoveries. I'd assume there would be many around the Capitol of Lymia.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He sighs in what could only be taken as a sad tone, his head tilting back so he can look up at the sky*\n\"Well thats the sad part. There aren't that many people who research things. Everyone always wants to delve into ruins and find 'undiscovered artifacts', and no one wants to study what we already have in front of us but don't understand. Then there's the issue of many scholars being generally secretive about their work with the added stereotype that the people who make these types of discoveries are insane. When you hear that someone is researching magic youd think of a wizard or sorcerer right? \""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I suppose so.\"*He said back.*\"It doesn't have to be many though, so long as you have at least one person with similar goals. Maybe that much is hard, this being a world where trust isn't exactly something that's easy to obtain, but it's a big enough world to find at least one person out there. Maybe this trip to Ruttenia will help with that.\""
}
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{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He simply shrugs and observing the sky as if he'll find interesting up there*\n\"Well Im sure there are people. But whether *I* Would work with them would most likely be an issue of debate considering my nature. Im just hoping that my field of study gets the attention it deserves, after all if we can broaden our understanding of magic and how to use it and alter it properly then I have no doubt we could elevate the entire world in every single industry and menial daily task. For now though, I must find things to aid in that dream, and I think this research expedition combined with your strange tales will help with that\" *He flashes a grin at Terrel, his enthusiasm sparking up again as he talks about the possibility of what the world could be and the prospect of potential discoveries awaiting him throughout this trip*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He let out an exhale of air, a light indication of amusement in it.*\"Fair enough. We'll be heading off for Naktu to go find a cartographer. Afterwards, we can take a look at the neighboring regions.\"*Terrel came to stand up.*\"It'll take a while to get there so might as well get comfortable. By the way, you may need a translator for that book as well if you don't speak Runran. It's what it's written in.\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The Ardent nods, his wings twitching as he looks at the front of the ship*\n\"Well Im used to long periods of nothing to do so that won't be a problem... Although i probably should have learned runran come to think of it... Oh well I'll figure something out later. Either way I might grab a map myself from the cartographer, maybe theres something of interest to be learned from geology of the area. Like weird hills or mountains that shouldn't be there\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Try not to have too much fun.\"*The Elf joked before returning to his post at the side of the ship to watch the open water as they rhythmically strode along it. The crew mostly kept to themselves, mostly speaking amongst each other in Haasapian to keep their private conversations to themselves to which the Elf didn't pay much mind to. A week or so had passed before they had finally found their way to the other end of the gates that sat in front of them, passing through as they had before to be welcomed to an area with much more land around it in reaching the other side of Irunia. Only once the appearance of other ships had become more prominent, was it noticeable that they were reaching their destination. Terrel perked up a bit, coming to join the other beastkin as they prepared for their arrival, all the while the Elf made sure he had his stuff ready.*"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The Ardent waved him off and.. Honestly he just stood there and stared out at the ocean as a blank expression fitted itself over his face. Throughout the week he kept to himself mostly, not engaging in conversation unless addressed as he spent most of his time on the deck staring at the ocean or in his quarters writing in his book. At one point he did shoot a bolt of lightning at a passing school of fish out of seemingly pure boredom, but other than that singular event he didnt do anything else besides keeping to himself. Although this could also be attributed to the appearance of other ships which deterred him from doing that again to the poor fish. He was pretty much already ready as he never bothered taking anything out of his bag and opted to stand at the bow of the ship*"
}
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{
"author": "grimtech",
"message": "Tul!Find Azrael Ufenhort"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*Its late midday at Pepor, the ocean is being relatively calm and some seagulls are shitting all over the place. Azrael is making his way black from the university after having given another lecture to a class full of students who care more about their social chit chat than actually paying attention. Not that he cares at this point, he'll fail all of them with a smirk. The thought brings him some satisfaction but also frustration as what he teaches is easily the most important and interesting thing they could possibly learn, so in his usual fashion he rummages around in his pockets and takes out a cigarette and lights it with a small spark, taking a deep drag from it before puffing out the smoke*\n\n*As hes walking he notices something smelling rather delicious, and since hes had a long day he may as well spoil himself for once. He follows the smell to somewhere near the ocean but not particularly near the docks, just in a spot where if it was earlier in the day that would be quite busy. And parked there is a small stall emanating the scent of good food but with no owner in sight.*\n\n*Motivated by his stomach he walks up to the stall and looks around for someone who might own it before just opting to stand around and wait, smoking his cigarette and putting his other hand in his pocket to keep it warm*"
},
{
"author": "nommancer",
"message": "*The peculiar stall was wooden, something simple but enough to carry around food inside and that it did, on the inside of it it had an array of foods, fresh bread, and veggies but also meat, some of the things smelled even better than they looked. Even on the outside it had a peculiar look not just the foods inside, as it had a sign just where the stall was perched with an octopus just wearing glasses and holding a knife, not menacing at all of course. \n\nAnd just at the outside it had what seemed like a single table and a chair. \n\nJust as Az was waiting, a couple steps where heard.. And the following events happened quickly but I'll slow it down for everyone; \n\nThe steps had approached rather quickly from the side of the stall right in front of Az and a non familiar blue... \"Haired\" Person collided with Az, but before anything else could be registered, Az suddenly got his face splashed with ink, with an \"Eek!\" And a Yelp followed. \n\nAnd soon after he had his face drenched in black liquid. And silently in front of him was the person in front of him muttering out a bunch of \"Im so sorry I'm so sorry I'm so sorry\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*With his face and shirt doused in ink, his cigarette put out by it and very unlikely to light again, Azrael could do nothing but stand there with his eyes closed as his wings quivered.*\n\"Do you have a towel.\" *He asks with as much calmness he could muster ~~which isn't that much~~*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "The person quickly scattered around dropping the box they held in hand and quickly grabbed. A towel, soon Az got dabbed many times with a towel, the person trying to wipe away the ink as much as she can \"I'm- im so sorry— I didn't know anyone was here and I got startled—\" She quickly stammered out"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*The moment she started dabbing him he moved back a step, his wings fluttering*\n\"Just give me the towel\" *He grumbles and holds out his hand*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She quickly handed him the towel after saying many Sorrys, looking at him she quickly stepped back, covering her mouth just in case \"I- im so sorry\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He grabs the towel and starts rubbing furiously at his face, particularly his eyes. Although it didnt do anything for his hair. But he wiped the ink out of his eyes and finally was able to open his eyes, which he immediately used to glare at her*\n\"What the hell is your-\" *He immediately trails off, every trace of hostility in his eyes and body language replace with unfiltered curiosity as he observes her hair and blotches of ink at the corner of her mouth*\n\"Huh...\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She quickly bowed her head down as she kept apologizing, the tentacles in her hair where.. Well moving.. And we'll some where tied back like a bun, her eyes where big and yellow and had squid accents on them specially pink on the outer side. \"It's— it's a reflex I have—\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He carefully studies her features and body, his wings fluttering as he starts rubbing his chin subconsciously*\n\"A cephalopod inspired species? Octopus or squid for sure.\" *He mutters to himself along with a bunch of other things with weird alien words*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She lifted her head with a frown as she watched the winged man, of course she kept her hand over her lips as her eyes trailed off to the wings, curios before she perked up \"O-oh! You're a customer? O-oh geez\" And like that she scurried behind the stand, entering if she poked out the window, now with an apron on as she took out a menu for him, offering it to him"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*At this point hes much too curious to even turn down a meal even if his appetite has been ruined so he takes the menu and browses it briefly*\n\"I'll take whatever you recommend\"\n\n*Somehow he thinks asking if she has seafood would be inappropriate*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She watched him before she let out a chuckle \"O- oh ah.. Just.. A side note\" She said while adjusting on the apron, turning as she rummaged through food so she could prepare something \"..We do have seafood.. If you're interested.. I can make you a bowl of noodles with boiled eggs and shrimp and fried sea food on the sideL\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He visibly perks up a bit at the mention of seafood, or rather it brought him out of his hypothesis crafting state.*\n\"Oh? I'll take that then.\" *And right after that he goes directly back into theory mode*\n\"Im curious but as a species of aquatic decent does serving seafood make you uneasy?\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "When she heard the confirmation she smiled and quickly turned, putting on a cloth over her hair as the tentacles moved back behind the cloth, a precaution as she started to cook. When she heard his question though she let out a timid chuckle \n\n\"Oh.. Uh no, it doesn't make me uneasy... I actually like it too\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He rubs his chin and takes the time to study her tentacle hair in detail while her back is turned*\n\"And what about squid and octopus rings? Or calamari as its also called\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She thought for a moment as she continued preparing food, one of her tentacles poked out from underneath the cloth and kept rubbing at her cheek as she worked, letting out a quick hum at his words she answered after \"Oh well..\"\n\n\"I do like those but I prefer when I take the octopus and fry it alongside shrimp and some veggies, it makes for a good meal.. And if you're lazy you can eat it out the pan as well\" She smiled widely as she spoke.. But she was still very timid in her sentence.. Her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He rubs his chin curiously, his wings fluttering and he takes a seat at one of the chairs*\n\"Interesting. So you do actually know quite a bit about making seafood despite clearly having strong cephalopod ancestry within evolutionary history. Cannibalistic tendencies within your maternal species perhaps?\"\n\n*Hes gone too far into his theory mode and now all forms of 'societal correctness' has gone out the window.*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She blinked, becoming a bit timid at his questions but answers \"O- oh uhum...\" She thought for a moment, now she finished preparing the food and was serving it, one in a bowl and the other in a big plate. \n\n\"If you're wondering if I have cannibalistic tendencies because of the other people I grew up with that are like me.. No I.. I grew up in a farm full of other race treton— not many octopus.. Oh and my friend Cali.. But— I- I well.. I just have a love for cooking.. I mean.. J can't.. Go around calling myself a cook if I don't try a couple foods right.. That's like.. Calling yourself w- well.. A scientist but not experimenting on a different branch of biology..\" She trailed off \"O- oh I speak so much.. I'm so sorry— and if I got that wrong too— \""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He stares at her silently, his attention officially cemented on her now that shes mentioned biology*\n\"What do you know about biology?\" *He immediately questions, pretty much ignoring everything else she said*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She finally turned off the large fire she had been using to cook, slowly she took off the cloth that covered her tentacles and the tentacles almost immediately floofed out, slithering around normally \n\n\"Oh— we'll.. I know a bit of the biology of my kind, but not octopus— I know the treton races the ones that are based of fish, and I know a bit of the uzhi biology thanks to my friend Cali. And I know a bit of the brayer Biology but again, it's not a lot.. Mostly how some aspects of their bodies work.. L- like for example i remember vaguely.. I was born off an egg\" She chuckled out \n\nFinally she turned and walked out the stall holding a stray, which she set down in a small table that had a two chairs on it, a bowl of noodles and shrimp, with eggs, and a side of fried sea food"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He only just now realized the food is finished but he had to ignore it for now because duty ~~science~~ calls*\n\"Interesting.. I know a relative amount about biology on a wide number of creatures. But I haven't... Encountered one of you before. Or treton should I say. Do you have 3 hearts as well?\"\n\n\"Octopuses have 3 hearts as well as blue blood. I also wonder if you can breathe underwater, do you have functional gills?\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She watched him for a bit, her yellow eyes staring before she looked away as she took off her apron, putting it by the stall. Before she slowly lowered the neck part of her outfit, showing 3 lines of gills on either side of her neck \n\n\"Y-yes I can.. Breathe under water.. I don't know about the heart part as I haven't gone to a medic.. And—\" She opened her mouth, showing it's all blue inside"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He slowly nods, his wings twitching again and just moving, more like theyre repositioning themselves this time.*\n\"Hmm... Interesting. A rather interesting species. Treton are not particularly well known as far as Ive seen so do fill me in on some more common knowledge. Cultural practices are welcome as well\"\n*He promptly takes out a... Very messy thick book with pages and papers sticking out all over the place along with a pen. He then rapidly flips through the book ~~the handwriting of most of the pages being absolutely god awful to the point of being illegible~~ until he found a blank page and just scribbles what... Looks lime the word Treton at the top???*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She kinda fiddles a bit, nervously as she slowly watched him scribble, for some reason she could understand it, slowly she fiddled with her fingers, some of her tentacles reaching out towards the book which made her lightly tap the tentacles making them recoil back and turn towards her.. \n\n\"W- would.. You like to know my name— and— also that would be 7 silver for the food\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He glances up upon noticing the movement of her tentacle followed with her tapping it. And the sound of money being requested.*\n\"Well that depends. Do you stay here in Pepor? Or rather intend to stay for... Hmm. Lets see... Id say about 3 months minimum?\"\n\n\"Oh and the payment\" *He fishes around in his pockets and produces... Well apparently everything except coins. Hes just pulling cigarette packs, crumpled papers, pens and... Tweezers and tiny hammers along with empty syringes? How the hell is all this fitting in his jacket?*\n*Regardless he finally finds the money pocket and counts out the silver from it and puts it on the table*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She took the silver and waddled over to the stall, placing it in a small little blue bag, with the sound of a few other silver coins being heard as she dropped the ones given inside. \n\nBefore she returned \n\"W-We'll.. I think I'm gonna stay here for a long time, I'm.. We'll.. I'm not sure what this place holds— other than the pretty ocean near it\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He seems to tune her out and finally fixed his attention on the food. He still had the same concentrated expression, but somehow it seemed more skeptical and criticizing as he carefully inspected the food*\n\n*He then looks up at her like he forgot something*\n\"Oh right. If you stay a long time I'll take your name\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She tilted her head, blinking a few times at the fact she got ignored then not.. Ignored? She wasn't offended though, the guy before her was something very unique to her. \"Oh, it's Leviathan Marinus— or Levia— or Levi—\" She stammered for a moment"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"Hm... Leviathan. What an interesting namesake choice. Anyways Im going to eat now so further conversation will not be answered\" *He stated the last part rather bluntly, proceeding to pick up his eating utensils and take a bite of one of the shrimp, silently staring off into space as he seems to concentrate on.. The food I suppose*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She tilted her head to the side before letting out a chuckle and nodding \"I- I'll take it as a compliment, e-enjoy your meal\" She said silently before scurrying off inside the stall"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He kept eating, once again just ignoring her as he moved between the bowls, picking different items each time in different combinations until he seemed to settle into a rhythm of a specific order of foods after one another. At times he even closes his eyes as he chewed, a strangely concentrated frown appearing each time he did*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She stayed inside, having put on her apron again and her cloth covering her tentacles again, she started cooking again but this time something sweet, jam. Specifically strawberry and blueberry jam."
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He kept up his eating rhythm/pattern until he finished, upon which he stacked the plates in a weirdly organized fashion*\n\n\"We will be seeing each other relatively often in the next coming months\" *He states bluntly*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She poked her head out the stall, watching him and let out a small timid smile with a nod \"Im okay with that\" She stated silently\n\nShe held out her hand then, waiting for him to hand over the plates"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "He completely misinterprets her intentions and proceeds to shake her hand"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She stared, the tentacles in her hair suddenly scrunching up and wriggling incredibly fast, one even reach in g out to his hand which soon poked his hand, he's lucky the suckle didn't attack. \n\n\"O- oh u- uhm—\" She stammered"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*His eyes go dead and his expression completely emotionless*\n\"I take it back we're never seeing each other again.\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She quickly let go of his hand and let out a chuckle \"O- oh please it's okay— I- I um- meant the plates—l\n\nShe let out a small chuckle but it's more to ease the moment even tho her tentacles where still going wild"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He immediately lets go of her hand and in a quickie movement gives her the plates*\n\"I'll be leaving\"\n\n\"Dont move your stall\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She finally settled and looked at the plate before looking back at him as she turned and set the plates in a place she was gonna clean them in, a sink yes. (No I did not forget what it was called for a moment what do you mean) \n\n\"Y- that's.. An odd request but, I won't\" She smiled"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"Wonderful. Goodbye\"\n*He then immediately turns around and walks off, putting his pen and book back into some random picket somewhere inside his jacket as he did and dissapeared around a corner*"
},
{
"author": "nommancer",
"message": "One last and it ends?"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She waved him off, chuckling at the peculiar guy before she turned and continued her business, cooking and baking, Tis how Levia was introduced to the peculiar fae"
}
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{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "It was early morning and the sound of the waves hitting the sand where heard, repeating the peaceful cycle as they kept swaying on and forth, it was a calm morning at the docks and beach. The distant sounds of birds chirping and looking bc or food heard. So peaceful. \n\nAnd down at the docks was the familiar stand, where it's wooden window was finally opened and inside was Levi, Leaning her head in her arms as she leaned on the table, watching as a crab made its way to the stand holding a knife. Slowly she peeked over the edge. Looking at it.\n\n\"I.. I don't.. Serve crabs..\" She spoke silently watching as the thing wriggled it's claws at her. \n\n\"Oh.\" She frowned more."
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*Azrael rounds the corner, walking down the street towards the stall. Hes on his way to the university but decided to make a quick stop at Levi's food stall for 3 reasons. 1: He wants to see if he can learn more about her biology or the Treton people in general. 2: He wants to try some more of her food as last time left him rather impressed. And 3: He just really doesn't want to go do the lecture.*\n\n*He walks close enough and stops, staring at the octopus treton being held at knife point by... A crab???*\n\n\"Is it going to be one of those days\" *He mutters to himself*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She slowly lifted a knife as well but it was pointed at the crab, slowly she realized Az was there and looked at him, blinking then looked at the crab that snapped its claw. \n\n\"It's.. I can.. I can't explain\" She sighed, one of her tentacles cooking at the crab, probably defensive / angry"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He silently stares at her then just slowly pulls out his cigarette pack*\n\"Yes Im sure theres a perfectly reasonable explanation\" *He says sarcastically*\n\n*His wings rearrange themselves, opening and closing slightly*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She chuckled nervously before looking back at the crab, then one of tentacle suddenly appeared, from where her skirt was and swatted the crab, swatting away its knife and the crab just stared at the tentacle in what seemed like disbelief before it pinched her tentacle, making the tentacle suddenly sway the crab, flinging it back to the ocean.\n\nThen the tentacle disappeared and she quickly put the knife away. Looking at Az \"W- well- that aside— hi\" She smiled"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*His eyes were pinned on the tentacle the moment it appeared, capturing his attention enough that he put away the cigarettes and ignored the flying crab. As well as her greeting*\n\"Where did that tentacle come from?\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She watched him, quickly slipping on her apron then smiled, trying to change the subject \"Oh um— uh— would you like breakfast?\" She slowly put a cloth on her head, hiding away her tentacle hair"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*Luckily for her he was very much ADHD prone and the mention of breakfast was enough to grab his attention. For now.*\n\"Breakfast would be preferable yes. I'll take whatever you recommend again as long as its a different dish form last time\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She let out a hum and turned turning on the fire \"W- well... How does.. A breakfast sandwich sound? Ham, egg and cheese and the buns be toasted in butter\" She suggested, glancing back at him"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He waves his hand dismissively in her general direction*\n\"I'll eat anything as long as its good. I dont have any real preferences\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She blinked a couple times and nodded, turning back and once she did she started to cook, humming a bit as she did."
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*His attention returns to her tentacle hair once more, reminding him of what he was supposed to ask her*\n\"So you didnt answer my question. Where did that tentacle come from?\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She kept cooking but, when hearing the question again one of her tentacle hair slithered out from under the cloth and wriggled at him, she quickly napped it again, making said tentacle retreat under the cloth.\n\n\"W- well.. From me..?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"Yes the tentacle which appeared from your skirt and batted the crab away\" *He says bluntly in a tone that probably very clearly indicates that she isnt exactly going to fool him with falsehoods*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "\"It's.. It's very hard to explain but— they come from my legs— skin— I can turn my legs into tentacles\" She chuckled out just casually, continuing to cook"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He observes her silently for a few seconds, his wings fluttering again as he dons his curious face once again*\n\"You can turn your legs into tentacles? How many? Can you turn other body parts into tentacles?\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She started to finish up her cooking, finally she started preparing the sandwich, and once she did she wrapped the bottom portion up in a thin wrap, (for knowledge, it's so when he takes a bite the stuff inside won't spill onto him) whilst she did that she answered him \"Well, I can give myself 8 tentacles.. They're quite large so I rarely take them out as.. We'll they're chaotic\" She muttered out"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He looks down at the sandwich, inspecting it carefully with his criticizing expression, poking the sandwich to check it's texture*\n\"Hmmmmmm...\"\n\n*He cuts it in half, square shaped of course, inspects the inside and then takes it and bites into it, closing his eyes as he apparently judges the flavor with way more seriousness than necessary. Bloody food critics*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She tilted her head and let out a chuckle, watching him. She then turned away of course as to not stare and casually shooed away a tiny crab. Flinging it with one of the tentacles from her hair"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He finishes eating the first half and opens his eyes, giving a single nod while looking down at the sandwich*\n\"How long have you been cooking?\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "\"I've been cooking for as long as I can remember\" She answered with a smile, looking at him"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"Ok how old are you then?\" *He for real just asked that in the most blunt way possible. He takes a bite of the other half of his sandwich while waiting for her response*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She stared at him for a moment before chuckling again \"I'm 20 years old\" She stated just normally."
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"Huh... Pretty young to be this good at cooking. Must be an innate talent or something\" *He takes another bite of his sandwich, his wings fluttering and his eyes closing as he just enjoys the taste*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "\"Oh, it's a long story\" She recalled before tilting her head a bit, watching his wings for a moment in Curiousity"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He finishes off his sandwich and brushes off his hands with a napkin*\n\n\"You can tell me about it some other time. I have more questions on your species\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She tilted her head again, leaning on the table of her stall before nodding \"Well, I don't mind, what is it you'd like to know?\" She asked"
}
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{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He puts his hands together and looks at her, his expression becoming serious instantly*\n\"So your tentacles seem to move on their own. Do they have their own mind or are they controlled by your subconscious similar to a beastkin's tail or my wings?\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "\"Well— they're controlled by my subconscious. It's a bit hard since they're always moving though\" She smiled at him, taking off the cloth that covered her tentacle hair"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He casually gets up, pulls out a glove from one of his pockets, puts it on and then proceeds to poke one of the tentacles*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She watched as he slipped on the glove with a flight frown, confused at the fact he even had gloves and watched, seeing as when he poked the tentacle the tentacle twitched back and turned to him, wriggling a bit\n\n\"You know they.. They won't harm you\" She chuckled"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"Oh thats not the problem in the slightest. Wounds can heal quite easily\" *He pinches the tentacle and inspects it from different sides, eyes narrowed*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She yelped, bapping his hand ever so slightly since she did actually feel the pinch, the tentacle writhing agaisnt his hold"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He reflexively let go and snatched his hand back, a brief expression of disgust flicking across his face before immediately turning into him just narrowing his eyes at her*\n\n*He clears his throat and his face returns to blank*\n\"Sorry. I should have asked before touching\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She frowns and just looked at her tentacle before looking back at him, then chuckled \"Never felt a tentacle before??\" She seemed a bit amused"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"Oh no I have. I was merely curious about the patterns and whether you're poisonous or venomous\"\n\n*He takes off his glove and stuffs it in a different pocket. Which will absolutely not be a problem later on*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "\"Oh— oh ok— I'm not poisonous no\" She hummed out, one of her tentacles, the same one he poked was reaching out towards him as well as two more"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He doesn't dare move closer to her, just watching the tentacles with a mixture of curiosity and... Something*\n\"And venomous?\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She shook her head, chuckling again \"No.. I'm not poisonous or Venomous..\" She smiled at him"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"Hm.. Do your species come in different colours as well? And what about different types of aquatic life?\"\n\n*He takes out his pen and messy note book and flips over to the page where he stopped writing about her last time*"
}
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{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He puts one leg on top of the other as he gets more comfortable in his seat, scribbling in his ridiculously horrible hand writing*\n\"What about things like corals and sponges? Sea urchins? Eels? Do you get those as well?\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She thought for a moment before smiling and nodding \"I can't be.. Too sure about.. We'll the rest but I've seen a sea urchin treton\" \n\nShe remarked with a matter-of-fact tone"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"A sea urchin treton. How would their morphed form look...\" *He mutters to himself, scribbling a bit more*\n\n\"Alright and what about cultural habits?\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She watched him scribble then smiled and took out her own pen, it was a sort of old looking pen (makes sense considering the era their in) but it had a scribble of a octopus like her just on the end of it. \n\n\"Can I?\" She said pointing to his book \"I can do.. A small illustration of who this sea urchin treton I knew looked like\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He raises an eyebrow, eying her and the pen*\n\"Depends. Are your drawing abilities adequate?\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She chuckled \"I can show you something as reference?\" She said and reached into her stall, pulling out a very ragged book and settled it down on the table where he was at"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He still seems skeptical but gestures with his hand for her to go ahead*\n\"Alright go ahead then\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She let out a silent hum and opened up the book, it had many sketches of the ocean and of people, one even of a Certain Uzhi, with the corner of it saying the Uzhi's name, Calliope\n\n\"See?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He glanced over the pages and pauses on the Uzhi*\n\"I believe your mentioned an Uzhi you grew up with no?\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "The Treton happily pointed to the Uzhi drawing, nodding \"Mhm, that's her, her names Calliope... Amaryllis if I'm correct\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He subconsciously nibbles the tip of his pen, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thinks*\n\"Hmmm... I'll come back to that. For now, your drawing is more than adequate.\"\n*He then tears out an empty page from the book and puts it in front of her*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She slowly pulls a chair from the side of the Stall and sits down opposite of him, drawing what the Sea urchin treton she saw looked like. They had dark skin and spikes on their skin as well. And their legs had most of the spikes. And their 'transphormed' look is just a sea urchin for legs, which is rather unique looking."
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He frowns at the morphed look, very much weirded out*\n\"Well i suppose you dont always win the evolutionary lottery\" *He muttered*\n\n\"Its just a morning star with legs\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She shrugs \"They don't all look the same.. I think but. They are interesting\"\n\nShe then put the page forward to him, giving it to him"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He takes the page and slides it into the book, scribbling a quick title at the top *\n\"Alright thanks. Now I can get back to that Uzhi friend. Do you know where she is or if she'll be visiting you at some point?\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She thinks for a moment with a slight frown \"I think.. She might.. Come around? But only for a day.. She does travel a lot— though I do think it's cuz she's staying at an Inn currently\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He frowns and nods, putting away his book and pen*\n\"Thats a shame. The next time she plans to be in Pepor do let me know. Uzhi are incredibly rare in my experience\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She nodded once again, with a smile as she put away her pen in a pocket of her skirt\n\n\"I will no w— how would I let you know?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He stares blankly at her*\n\"By talking? When I come to order something?\"\n\n\"You know, the thing we sentient organisms use to communicate\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "A big smile planted on her face as she leaned her head on her hands \"You'll come by to eat more?\" She said happily"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"I thought that was rather obvious the last time considering I asked how long you're going to stay here\" *He comments*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She only smiled more and quickly nodded \"Well that makes me glad, oh and, this time it'll be 4 silver coins\" She commented on the food he just ate."
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "\"I was starting to wonder if you forgot\" *He mutters and starts rummaging through his pockets again*\n\n*He eventually pulls out 4 silver and puts it on the table*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "A tentacle appears from underneath her skirt and slithers up to grab the coins, then slithers away to put the coins on the stand and just submerges itself underneath her skirt. All whilst she smiles"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He frowns confused*\n\"Was that necessary?\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "\"My hands might mess up the coins again\" She states"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He just seems even more confused*\n\"Should I even ask?\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She chuckled \"If you want to\" She stated after and leaned her head on the table, taping it lightly with her blue tainted hands"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He seems to debate it internally for a moment then just shakes his head and gets up, fixing his jacket and his wings fluttering as well*\n\"No I'll just leave it. Im already late\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She chuckled finally again, before nodding, getting up as well. \"We'll okay, good luck on... What you do\" She said casually."
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*Just like before he didnt even respond, just giving a low effort wave and walks off in the direction of the university*"
}
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{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "It was a little close to midday in Pepor, and as unusual as it was the little Treton was busy in her stall, the sound of food sizzling and water boiling erupted the silence in the air of the shore of pepor that was interrupted every now and then by a winged creature that passed. The treton of the matter wore an apron covering her outfit which was different from any other day, she wore a skirt and a blouse, and covering her tentacles was a checkered cloth red and white. \n\nLeaving her little stand to be off, she quickly hurried outside and set up the little table just outside her stall, this time she'd put a flower and a make shift ash tray just beside a couple napkins and an empty glass. And of course to finish a comfortable chair with the back side of it being open.. Quickly she scurried back inside and continued her cooking, it seemed like she was pretty busy."
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*Right on time- actually no hes late again as usual and is about to make himself even later. Regardless, Azrael walks around the corner and down to the stall, hands in his jacket pockets and a cigarette already in his mouth. He looks about as tired and blank as usual*\n\n*He approaches the stall and watches her scurry around to set up things with his blank half dead expression*\n\"What are you doing?\" *He asks bluntly*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "Oh Poot Az. As he rounded the corner the little treton hadn't heard him as she was too drowned out by the sizzling noise of her frying pan and the boiling water in the background, so when she scurried outside and heard Az behind her she'd flinch and turn, jumpscared.. She'd ink him. Just like how they met. \n\n\"O- oh god- im so sorry-\" She quickly rambled many MANY apologies before walking to him, she'd lift the towel that hung onto her waist and quickly dab it on his face"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He just stands there, eyes closed and face covered in black ink. His shirt and jacket is ruined. Again.*\n\n*He doesn't move as she dabs his face since he.. Well doesn't want to get his hands dirty*\n\n\"You really need to get that under control. This is the second time, and this time you knew I'm probably coming\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "Continuing to dab up the ink shed still mutter out many apologies before setting back the towel. Though she'd let out a silent 'oh god..' when she saw his hair.. Kinda slicked but the ink. Though she quickly scrambled around again until she found another towel, this time she just dried out his hair \n\n\"W- well— I'm really trying, um.. I have— uhhh.. Lunch?\" She quickly said whilst trying her best to fix his hair \n\n\"Um.. I hope you don't have anyone to see after this— oh! You can just say it's a new hairdo! A fancy one since your hair is slicked back yes?\" She said with a hopeful smile"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He opens his eyes and looks at her with the most unamused, dead expression hes looked at her with yet*\n\n\"My hairs ruined isnt it.\" *He states rather than questioning*\n\n*He runs his hand through his hair and sure enough it comes out black and inky*\n\n\"Just- give me the towel\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "Just as easy as that she quickly hands him the towel with no further questioning, the tentacles in her hair where pretty much freaking out though.. Spiraling around. One even smacked her cheek which made her flinch again. She quickly scurried to her stand where she turned off the fire she had turned on, signaling whatever she was making was done. And soon she was taking out.. This time two plates? She's gonna eat as well it seems. \n\n\"I um- well- I caught a giant crab, king crab might I add, it's taken me a whole hour and a half to boil and make right- oh and i made rice rolled up in seaweed with crab meat inside\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He wipes his hands as thoroughly as he can and eyed the food she brought out. Oh and it should be mentioned he spat out the cigarette at this point. It tastes like ink.*\n\n\"...You are forgiven.\" *He states after a brief moment of staring at the food, finishing wiping his hands and face. His hair is still pitch black but.. Well not much can be done about that. Itd be a miracle if it ever gets back to its normal color.*\n\n*He takes a seat at the table and simply waits for the food*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She let out a silent little chuckle at just how quickly this dead man turned into.. We'll a lesser dead man. Scurrying to the table with the food she'd set up his plate with the giant crab.. It took up the entire plate so right next to it she set up the little rice and meat rolled up in seaweed. All lined up nicely. \n\nJust across him she'd take off her apron, sit down and hold up a smaller plate for herself.. Which had.. Fried octopus balls and some spare crab legs. She'd smile at him \n\n\"Hope you enjoy, it's on the house today\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He subtly inspects the food, trying not to be too obvious. His wings do flutter a bit though. He gives a small nod of approval*\n\n\"On the house? For what reason?\" *He questions with a mixture of suspicion and typical curiosity*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "\"Well.. I kinda just inked you and I feel really bad— and I'm gonna guess that you have work today?\" She asked with some but of curiosity whilst taking a bite out of her fried octopus dough balls. One of the tentacles in her head kinda just snatched down quickly, trying to grab a piece which made her pout and smack it with her finger making said tentacle recoil back and flinch."
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He doesn't answer yet and instead seems to watch her eat octopus. The.. Realization seems to have set in. Although hes disturbed for much different reasons from the blatant cannibalism*\n\n*He then just casually takes a piece of sushi and eats it before finally answering her*\n\"I did yes. But this is as good an excuse as any to skip.\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "At that she seemed to frown, he skipped..? Skipped work? Isn't that bad? Slowly she took another bite before she leaned back into her chair, getting comfortable with a slight pout to her lips, a questioning one \n\n\"Skip? Like you're not gonna work? Is it because your hair is a different color now?..\" She asked, before continuing her little bit of questions \n\n\"Now I wonder.. Do your students know to read? I heard in many places not s lot of people know to read, I think the only other person I knew that Can was Calliope and a besstkin\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He keeps eating at the food, taking breaks in between to answer her questions as she asks them*\n\n\"My hair, my clothes. Its a valid excuse. And I don't know if they can read. Id certainly hope they can otherwise the university will need to revaluate their entrance exams\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She blinked a few times as she took another bite, looking away as she did of course, the tentacles in her hair actively tried reaching out for some of the food. \n\n\"We'll okay, and— I just didn't know, I've met a lot of people who just can't read— is that good?\" She suddenly asked at the end whilst pointing her finger at the cigarettes."
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He just pops another piece of sushi into his mouth, clearly avoiding the crab. Or rather he's saving it for last.*\n\n*He looks at her confused then looks at the cigarettes*\n\"No. It tastes like shit\" *He states bluntly*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "Slowly she took one of her own crab legs and snapped it and ate the meat that was inside, naturally she'd frown at his answer. Slowly she set the plate down to wipe her hands. \n\n\"But, if it tastes bad why still take it? Does it have a medicinal act to it or something?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*Once again he takes a moment to eat another piece of sushi before answering. All things considered he's actually eating quite quickly*\n\n\"No it merely has addictive properties along with stress relieving properties. But it still tastes horrible\" *He answers rather straightforward*"
}
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{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "Levia slowly nodded her head before taking another bite of her food, looking at him in thought before she proceeded to continue asking \n\n\"Okay.. Can you fly?\" She questioned, with even a tilt of her head to the right, looking at him with her yellow octopus eyes."
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He actually stops for a brief moment at her sudden question. The very idea of flying made his wings shudder and the corner of his mouth twitch*\n\n\"Well aren't you inquisitive today. Yes I can fly, but I don't like to\" *He says with discontent and just casually snaps a crab leg and sucks out the meaty inside of it*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "Watching him her eyes briefly darted to the meat before looking back up to his eyes, a tentacle flinching a bit but.. Twirling?? She slowly nodded her head \n\n\"Inquisitive?\" She questioned with a frown before continuing \"Do you just not like flying? Are you scared of it?\" She said and at the last part the corner of her mouth dared to switch into a slight smile."
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He briefly shoots a glare at her for outright pointing it out but just grumbles and eats another piece of sushi*\n\n\"Im not scared of *Flying*. I just have acrophobia and flying happens to trigger it\" *He grumbles after swallowing the sushi*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "Levia let out a nervous chuckle, scratching her cheek a bit with the back of her palm as she looked away. Of course.. She didn't know what Acrophobia was.. Big words like these where s big struggle for her. \n\n\"Acrophobia... Right..\" She said, yeah she doesn't know the definition at all. \n\n\"Do you have any other job than teaching at a university?\" She questioned"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*Once again he doesn't answer her just yet, instead breaking another crab leg and slurping the meat out of the shell*\n\n\"Acrophobia is the proper term for fear of heights.\" *He points out, her confusion pretty obvious to him*\n\n\"Yes, Im a scholar. I research the influence of magic on the environment and organisms as well as the origin and source of magic itself\" *He said all that confidently with a hint of pride. He really likes his job if it isnt obvious from how many questions hes asked her about her species*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She'd let out a sort of 'oh' sound, even parting her lips when doing so and another of her tentacles flinched and twirled, quickly snuggling back into her little makeshift 'bun' that held her tentacles together. \n\n\"You must pay a lot then, you get by well\" She said, tilting her head again, before taking a final bite out of her octopus dough balls and finishing her own food, letting out a small smile of content."
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He finally moves onto the octopus balls and pops an entire one into his mouth, a subtle nod visible. The morally questionable Ardent approves of the fried octopus*\n\n\"I get paid decently yes. Being a scholar often does. Moreso for a topic like magic what with entire Universities dedicated to mages and strange artifacts popping up every now and then\""
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She nodded her head once again, watching him with a slight smile, happy he liked her cooking as well, just then she'd get up and go to her stall, pulling out some glass with water before looking back at him. \n\n\"Would you like beer or water? Or even juice.. I think I have some juice around here..\" She muttered to herself with s slight frown"
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*His eyes automatically follow her as she got up, mildly curious about what shes doing*\n\n\"Juice or water. Just not beer, hate the stuff.\"\n\n*He then turns his attention back to the food and breaks off a third crab leg, once again removing its meat from within the carapas*"
},
{
"author": "Levia Marinus",
"message": "She nodded her head and poured him some juice, and of course she carried her glass of water with her back to the table, setting his drink in front of him before she took a sip of her own drink. Smiling at him \n\n\"Do you.. Often do a lot of research on your own?\""
},
{
"author": "Azrael Ufenhort",
"message": "*He nods at her once she put the glass down and takes it, taking a sip, for some reason closing his eyes as he did so and opening them once he put the glass down*\n\n\"Its the only thing I do. I do my own field work, go on expeditions, gather resources. Cant rely on those damned morons at the top to give proper funding to things that actually matter because they seem to think if something isnt huge its worthless\""
}
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{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "`\"Be careful, monster hunters. We would be already glad if you only take down one pack of wolves already, no need to be heroic! I don't want you to be the next sacrifice to the mountains...\"`\n*Those were the last words from the warm hearted matriarch as the group departed for the hunt. The eternal snow covered the entirety of the landscape, but the hidden path to the heights was marked with several stone beacons to help people navigate between the towns.*\n*Whereas the huntress seemed to know her fellow bard, there was a third person who joined their party. Did they already know each other, too?*\n*In any case, the cold was tolerable for now. The weather didn't seem bad, as it was softly snowing and it still was daytime, but the sky was completely devoid of blue. The higher they would've walked, the colder it would've gotten. They wouldn't have had to last too long up there, as their equipment didn't seem very adapted to freezing temperatures.*\n*For now, the group would've followed the snowy path which lead to higher plateaux of the Ramul Tossou.*"
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "*She was walking ahead of the group, a few meters before the other party members. On the way up the mountains, the witcher was trying to seek out any tracks or any other indicators of the monster's presence, any slightest hint as to what it might be. Muttering something under her breath, Katya cast a spell that would enhance her senses - namely her sight and smell - in order to spot things like footprints or pieces of fur more easily. For now, she was ignoring her companions, not wanting to distract herself by anything. Here, in the mountains, during the hunt, a slightest mistake could result in everyone dying. And Katya most certainly intended to live. She stopped for a while to look around, then sighed - still no tracks of any kind - and continued walking up the plateau.*"
},
{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "Byleth was right behind Katya but turned into opposite direction, basically watching her back to prevent any ambushes from rear. Double layer of linen clothes, aketon and armor protected Byleth well enough for current climate, so low temperatures aren't going to be large problem so far, well, at least he thinks so."
},
{
"author": "Levi Glynyra",
"message": "*Truging through the snow behind them was a rather tired High Elf, the runes on her headband still glowing faintly, the last of the spell imbued on them just starting to fade away. Yawning as she looked around seemingly displeased by their chilly surroudings she contrased her alert partners with her sleepy unprofessionalism. Retreating further into her Aketon coat she tried to hide away from the cold the best she could, watching her breath form mist infront of her.*"
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "*After some time of the difficult journey up the mountains, Katya stopped.*\n\"Ah, fuck.\" *She muttered to herself. She turned around to face the other party members.*\n\"Still nothing.\" *She said, gesturing with her hand to the empty, snowy plateau behind her and the mountain peaks ahead of them.*\n\"We need to go up higher, but I don't think we'll survive there for long. It's getting colder and colder every inch.\" *She then waited for the group's response - usually she'd go down in such circumstances but the other two might have something to say about it.*"
}
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{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "**\"If we go down, we lose vantage, but if we go up, we can potentially get too cold to be able to fight at our full. What a dilemma.\"**, - Byleth does slow 360 spin, scanning the area, **\"I may not be a tactician, but what if I go up while you comrades guard the area around me at lower level? This way we'll be able to scan the area without exposing our flanks or freezing to ice together.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Levi Glynyra",
"message": "\"We could always just stay around the base of the mountian, better to kill the beasts near the town anyways.\"\n*She tried to huddle down further into her coat dispite being already as far as she could go into it. Her tired eyes looking around lazily.*"
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "*She quickly assessed the situation. A reasonable decision would be to go down and try finding the monster another day - but this could mean another attack on the village.*\n\"We have to go up, there's nothing here...\" *She took the decision after several minutes.*\n\"I'll go first.\" *The spell's effects were wearing off already, so Katya cast it again - this time enhancing her hearing and smell. The witcher then continued a difficult walk up the mountains, still looking around for any tracks.*"
},
{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "**\"Here's another plan - we retreat to the village and train villagers to defend themselves. Beast attacks the village, right? So we can take it on our playground instead of chasing it.\"**, - Byleth looks at his spear, **\"I am certainly skilled enough to train bunch of goat herders into at least semi-awful force.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Levi Glynyra",
"message": "*She sighed as she looked up the mountain with contempt.*\n\"I mean they would have hired people to do that if that's what they wanted.\"\n*Sigh*\n\"Guess it's up the mountian for us.\""
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "\"We're not going to endanger their lives, Byleth.\" *She said, calmly. But she was outraged at the suggestion. The sole reason of her existence was to protect the people, not use them as meat shields or living baits. Not saying anything, she kept walking up the snowy peaks. After a while, she sighed and stopped.*\n\"The bastards still aren't showing up...\" *She muttered to herself - although loud enough for her companions to hear.*"
},
{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "**\"It is their home. They are already under constant threat of attacks from vile beasts. If we kill beasts and leave nothing gonna change much. They'll get hunted down by monsters again, and then they'll hire new mercenaries who aren't guaranteed to be as good as we are, and then repeat until they die or run out of money. If we teach them to defend themselves and their home, they won't need to hire any sellswords.\"**, - Byleth sounded quite cynical."
},
{
"author": "Levi Glynyra",
"message": "*She sighed, not really caring to talk about this right now, or ever really. She just wanted some money and to shoot stuff without it being an accedental blast into the taveren wall. Also it was cold, could this really not wait?*\n\"That's not our problem is it? They've thought though the problem enough I'm sure and this is what they want us to do. If they wanted trainers they'd get those.\""
},
{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "*While chatting, the little group adventured further into the mountains. The clouds were releasing more snow here, and a perpetuous winter wind blew on the plateaux. But as they'd have stopped and thought aloud, Katya's enhanced senses would've been able to spot a few noises.*\n*Footsteps in the fresh white mantle. And discreet ones, as the targets had already closed the gap between them and the arguing party. How were those monsters so silent? One... Two... Three... Four?! Katya would've been able to realize that the foes took advantage of them while they were speaking between themselves, as they were forming a circle around the mercenaries. They would've probably been at around 10m from them, but besides snowy hills and sometimes a pine tree, nothing was really clear.*\n*Then a howl rang out. A particular howl. Winter wolves. Silent, hard-to-spot creatures which hunted in packs. Who was the hunter now? Running wasn't an option. The group had to prepare for this stealthy menace.*"
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "\"Fuck. Winter wolves. Four. Cut the chatter, Byleth, they encircled us. We stand back to back, use fire-based spells. And whatever happens, don't let them get too close, they'll freeze us in seconds!\" *The witcher drew her silver longsword and tried to spot any of the predators. Spell enhancements were wearing off already, but she still had her senses - well, sight - increased by mutations.*\n\"Fuck.\" *She muttered again, this time under her breath.*\n\"How could I miss that?\""
}
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{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "Byleth grabs his lute and puts his hand on its strings: **\"Showtime!\"**, - he then slides on his knees between Katya and Levi and rises, and starts heavy lute song:\n**\"There is no escape from here... Save to slay all.\nYou must admit that wanton slaughter is a lot of fun...\"**\n```Song: \"Brothers: of Arms and Courage\", -30 mana. Katya and Levi receive +1 to Strength and +0.04 GS for 3 turns. 114 out of 140 Mana left```"
},
{
"author": "Levi Glynyra",
"message": "\"Oh. Welp, sheilds up I guess\"\n*She lazily said as she reached behind her to pull a round sheild off of her back, crouching behind it a little as dully glowing light blue runes started to form around her, spreading from her hands to cover her whole body.*\n**Rune armour cast: 100/120 mana**"
},
{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "*Soon enough movements would've been spotted by the three hunters. Their footsteps were slow as they were closing this infernal circle around their preys. However, only three of them would've been seen, as the last remained hidden somewhere in the snow. The party entered their home, and the wolves clearly had the environmental advantage here.*\n*But the mercenaries' positioning was a good answer. Now they'd have been able to cover all of their sight.*\n*The wolves patiently walked around the group with their icy blue gaze fixed on them, waiting for an opportunity to strike. But that would've been a problem. The protagonists couldn't stay an entire day in the frozen peaks. They would've lost this war of attrition.*\n*It would've been wise to think of a real plan now. Rushing blindly would've been foolish, but remaining still was a short term solution only.*"
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "*The witcher didn't like this. She really didn't like this. She extended her hand towards the closest wolf and cast Force Blast. The energy projectile flew from her palm, aiming directly between the ugly blue eyes. She hoped this will distract the animal - or anger it. Angry opponent is much more likely to make a mistake. After casting the spell, Katya prepared the longsword, ready to slice any wolf stupid or desperate enough to jump at her.*\n\n```Force blast (-10 mana) 70/80 mana```"
}
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{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "**\"Watch your damn step, droppin' caltrops.\"**, - he pulled out a large thick leather sack out of his backpack and started pulling out and tossing around caltrops. He made sure to surround himself and his teammates. He'd spend like 30 caltrops, probably enough to ensure some kind of perimeter safety for himself and his comrades. The caltrops were of Roman design, by the way (pic related)."
},
{
"author": "Levi Glynyra",
"message": "\"Okey, well time for you to bugger off now.\"\nShe tiredly threatened the wolves her voice almost emotionless as she lifted up her free hand to cast her spell. A purple circle of runes forming at her hand while two more appeared spaced out above her arm, a bolt of crackiling energy forming between them. Taking her aim at a wolf she closed her hand, shattering the circles, the bolt flying for it's target.\n**Arcane Bolt cast 91/100 mana**"
},
{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "*The group started the hostilities first at last. As soon as the first spells started to be cast, the wolves got moving too.*\n*The first creature was targetted by a nicely aimed Force Blast but unfortunately for Katya, it was already ready to dodge an incoming attack. Instead of foolishly rushing at the witcher's neck, it would've instead leaped at the bard's legs as he noticed its agressor's stance, who was ready to slash and counterattack.*\n*The second one, who wasn't targetted by any spell yet, was quickly stopped by the caltrops. Since it couldn't have approached closer without risking to injure its paws, its eyes suddenly started to glow white as it opened its maw. After a brief instant, an icy breath would've been fired toward Byleth to prevent him setting up more traps.*\n*Finally, the third winter wolf had to deal with an arcanic spear. Though it used another tactics, as it instantly dashed toward the elven mage as soon as it spotted the forming runes. Since it closed the gap pretty quickly, the arcane bolt was harder to aim correctly - and the snow wasn't helping grasp their enemies' silhouette either, and so the fanged beast swiftly got around the lethal spell. Now Levi had to defend herself from a close range bite.*\n*Due to the speed of the wolves' movements and reactions, Byleth wouldn't have been able to make a full circle, but only half of it, leaving Levi exposed while the bard himself and Katya's right side were secured... Kind of...*\n```Winter Wolf A attacks Byleth!\n\nWinter Wolf C attacks Levi!```"
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "*Seeing one of the wolves spew out an icy breath, she quickly ran and jumped in front of the bard, extending her hand*\n\"Igni!\" *She yelled, and a cone of flames would launch from her palm, going towards the wolf's freezing breath. She then fell into the snow, and proceeded to get up, to defend herself from the wolf*\n\n```Fireblast (-15 mana). Regen (+2.5 mana) 60/80 mana total```"
}
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{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "Byleth does a quick thrust lunge with his spear, aiming at the wolf A's stomach, and then immediately takes two steps to left (on map-wise), slings his spear, grabs his yew short selfbow, then a steel-headed wooden-shafted arrow and lines it up with his bow, ready to shoot at one of enemies.\n```Regen +4 Mana. 112/140 Mana.\nSong: Brothers - 1 Turn Left\nAura of Defense - 1 Turn Left```"
},
{
"author": "Levi Glynyra",
"message": "Still holding her sheild out infront of her another ruinic symbol appeared in her hand.\n\"Let's try this again..\"\nShe mumbled under her breath and the first purple circle of runes was joined by the two others, the crackiling energy between them appearing once more. Sortly after being launched at wolf C, who she was hoping was slowed enough by the paralized leg."
},
{
"author": "sackoflentils",
"message": "me dummi and forgot\n\n**Arcade Blast Cast 73/120 mana**"
},
{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "*As Wolf A focused on the huntress' leg, it didn't find the time to dodge two incoming lethal strikes. While it let go of its prey's thigh, Katya's slash was point-blank and partially connected, bursting the wolf's eye and leaving a bloody gash across its face. But the worst came from Byleth's spear which pierced its flank. While all of those injuries didn't kill the wolf instantly, the latter collapsed in the bloodstained snow, heavy breathing and letting a canine groan escape its maw. A cold death would've followed in the next minutes.*\n*However, the wolf leader decided to join the battle. Releasing a powerful howl, it rapidly closed the gap between the group and itself, galloping easily besides the snow. The bard wouldn't have had enough time to load his arrow before the beast would've leaped on him. He had to think quickly.*\n*During this time, Levi prepared her next assault on the weakened Wolf C. An easy target right now, since it had a paralyzed leg. And a successful hit, as her magical spear pierced right through the latter's belly, though it didn't seem like a lethal move, as thanks to its blurry, the aim wasn't perfect and seemingly avoided vital organs. While the latter couldn't move for now, Wolf B was now close enough to fire its glacial spell, which was aimed to the high elf's right hand, inflicting a moderate frostburn. She would have had a hard time casting magic with that hand now that it was now freezing.*\n```Winter Wolf A receives 2 Severe injuries (1 on its head, 1 on its belly), it becomes incapacited!\n\n\nLevi receives a -0.04 GS and -3m/s Max Run. Speed debuff due to the numbness! 0/3```"
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "*She pulled her sword out of the wolf's body, grunting.*\n\"Fuck\" *She muttered and spat on the soon-to-be-dead beast. She turned around and, to her horror, noticed another freezing breath going towards the elven mage. She tried to run but her leg hurt too much. She couldn't make it in time.*\n\"Fuck!\" *She cursed again, this time aloud, and focused - after all she was a Macen, this race's hardiness was legendary. The wound on her leg began to clot. With the pain less bothersome, the witcher started running towards one of the wolves. When about 15 feet away, she raised her hand.*\n\"Igni!\" *Katya yelled and a cone of flames would blast out, speeding towards the wolf.*\n\n```\"Tough as Nails\" Racial trait used. Used fireblast at Wolf B, -15 mana. Mana regen, +2.5 mana. 50/80 mana total.```"
},
{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "He saw the megafauna charging, and he showed weakness. He dropped bow and arrow, and dived to north (up on map), then stayed down and kept his whole body low - he wasn't prepared for any of it! He just hoped that it'd miss him with its charge. As he dived, he secreted adhevise, buried his sticky hands right until he reached, hugged and grabbed the ground, and then he quietly pleaded to ground and heavens: **\"Kanas, may a miracle be sent our way...\"**\n```Regen +4 Mana. 116/140 Mana.\nAura of Defense - last turn\nSong: Brothers - last turn\nRacial Trait \"Nimble\" Applied```"
},
{
"author": "Levi Glynyra",
"message": "\"Ug.\"\nGetting abandoned by the bard and about to get surrounded by the wolves she drew her sword from her side holding it with her fosty right hand, while continuing to huddle behind her sheild in her left hand. Retreating backward towards Katya, head on a swivel, not wanting to get caught out alone with the wolves. She prepared to swing at any wolves that would get too close as the bright blue runes that covered her pulsed briefly as she pumped more of her mana into them to keep the spell going\n```\nRune armour cast: -20 mana\nMana regen: +6 mana\nTotal: 58/120 mana\n```"
}
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{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "*The witcher's Igni inspired fear into the snowy creature which u-turned as soon as Katya's hand glowed red. While it wouldn't have attacked for now, Wolf B instead chose to help its fellow wolf getting up.*\n*With its paralysis ending and the wound quickly clotting thanks to the cold, Wolf C would've aimed another Chilling Breath right at Katya's right leg, trying to make her having a hard time standing up. Levi did a right decision getting into position and leaving her magic aside for now, as any close ranged attack from the pack would've been very risky.*\n*However, the group maybe made a mistake. While the two minions were under control and plainly in sight, the bigger fish was free to attack now, as the bard was left unprotected by his busy teammates. The white chief continued to charge at the now defenseless Byleth whose Aura of Defense just ended and entered its cooldown. He would've aimed for a straight bite at his neck in a fierce grunt.*\n*Who would've been saving private Byleth now?*\n\n\nWolf Boss attacks Byleth!```"
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "*The wolf ran away in time, which was not part of the plan, but hey - at least it got scared. Witcher smirked.* \n\"Dumb wolf.\" *She muttered to herself, but then she heard something very, very unpleasant. She looked at the other beast, which just spat out a cone of chilling air directly at her.*\n\"Fuck!\" *She yelled out and jumped aside - or at least tried jumping aside, the freezing blast reached her right leg and promptly froze it. With one leg injured and other one useless, Katya had a little trouble with landing the jump. She fell into snow and while getting up, she saw another very worrying sight - the big wolf attempting to bite through Byleth's neck. Katya extended her hand and cast Force Blast at the creature's head, then finished getting up.*\n\"Hey! Why don't you pick on someone your own size!\" *She shouted at the beast and prepared her sword - backing away a few steps to stand back to back with Levi.*\n\n```Fireblast cooldown 1/1. Force Blast cast at Wolf Boss, -10 mana. Mana regen, +2.5 mana. 42.5/80 mana total.```"
},
{
"author": "Levi Glynyra",
"message": "\"I'd heal ya but got no hands for it right now\"\nShe coninue to hold her postion with her sheild and sword out, rotating with Katya to face the two other wolves while Katya let her spell loose on the massive one. Her eyes carefully watching the wolves, preparing for their next attack.\n\"Gotta keep an eye on these two\"\n```\nMana regen: +6\nTotal: 64/120\nRune armour: 3 turns\n```"
}
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{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "*As Katya's body recovered from its previous numbess and since Wolf C made such a slow move, the witcher would've effectively ended its pain thanks to her thrust which would've impaled the creature's throat. At least it wouldn't have to suffer further from the hole in its flank anymore.*\n*Meanwhile, Byleth's ruthless blunt attack finished the job on the wolf chief as the snow rapidly tainted itself bloody red. What would've justified so much violence? Maybe the bard had a secret hatred for wolves or animals in general... Who knew? In any case, that was a lethal finisher.*\n*Finally, thanks to Wolf B being distracted by its companions's horrible death, it didn't have the time to fully dodge the incoming slash, and thus ended up with a good wound on its face, the blade bursting its left eye. While it wasn't a fatal blow, the beast audibly whined in pain as it would've attempt to run away. However, it would've been way clumsier and slower in its escape.*\n*At this precise moment, the target would've only been able to run away for about 5m from Levi. Maybe a ranged weapon or magical weapon could've done the job and finish the wolf? That target still was worth 2 Gold if it would've died after all.*\n```Katya recovers from the numbness!\nWolf A dies from several hemorrhages!\nWolf Chief receives 1 Lethal Injury on its head!\nWolf C receives 1 Lethal Injury on its throat!\n\nThe blizzard approaches! 3/5```"
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "*Finally, the numbness stopped. The witcher pulled her longsword out of the still warm corpse of the wolf. Blood spurt out, covering the snow, and - partially - Katya's armor and face.\n\"I'm going to need a bath...\" *She muttered to herself. Then, she turned around, to see whether her teammates have finished the other wolves off. Having noticed one of the beasts running away, Katya sprinted after it.*\n\"Levi, kill it!\" *She yelled while running. The elf had a chance to finish the beast off and score that two more gold pieces for the hunters.*\n\n```Mana regen 37.5/80```"
},
{
"author": "Levi Glynyra",
"message": "Tossing her sword to the side Levi reached out her hand towards the fleeing wolf. Using her high elf eyes to take aim dispite the wolf's blurry outline, purple runes starting to form around her hand and above her arm. The Blackish, purple energy busting to fly, and after a moment it does. Levi smashing the runes before her hand the bolt hurdling towards the retreating wolf.\n```\nArcane Blast: -20 mana\nMana regen: +6 mana \nTotal: 8/120 mana\nRune armour: 2 turns\n```"
}
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{
"author": "kimesik",
"message": "Byleth nudged Katya, **\"Hey, you must be good at butchery stuff, yeah? I guess you can sell that fur for some money. But, on other hand, we may want to make forced march toward the village if we want to avoid getting caught into the middle of a blizzard or snowstorm. It has been getting really damn chilly.\"**"
},
{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "\"Cut the chatter, Byleth. We have to skin the wolves and we have to do that quickly. The blizzard will be here soon.\" *She wiped her longsword against her clothing and sheathed it, then knelt by the dead wolf. Reaching into its snout, she pulled out several teeth.*\n\"We need those to prove we actually killed the wolves! Also take the fur off them, we can sell it later for quite a lot!\" *She told Levi and Byleth while walking over to the next wolf and pulling out several of its teeth as well.*"
},
{
"author": "Levi Glynyra",
"message": "\"Alrightly\"\nFishing her sword out of the snow with her boots and grabbing it with her hand she truged her way over to the wolf she just felled and started skinning it. Having a little experience doing simular things when she would hunt in her childhood though wolves usually weren't the targets of such hunts. She didn't particuarlly have need for the money but more never hurt she supposed. \n```\nMana regen: +5 \nTotal: 13/120 mana\n```"
},
{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "*The hunters would've been able to carve several materials on the poor inanimate wolves, as the wind screamed louder than before. In a few seconds, the blizzard unleashed its fury upon the snowy plateau.*\n*The sky turned completely white, gusts of cold and snow biting living creature's skin. It was now hard to see far away in this winter storm. Fortunately for the group, the stone beacons were here to inform them of the way to the village.*\n*Although the blizzard was a problem, there was in fact another one. A less tangible one, though. Rumors of a monster shrouded by the raging blizzard. It would've been a very unfortunate encounter if those rumors would've proven to be true.*\n*The group would've had to pick a decision. What would've them done now? Risking to carve more rewards? Or returning to safety directly?*\n```The blizzard arrives! 5/5\nAll the party suffers a -0.1 GS and a -5m/s Run Speed debuff in the blizzard. Their sight is also reduced by -1200%.\nKatya carved several Winter Wolf Fangs!\nLevi carved 1kg of Winter Wolf Fur!```"
}
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{
"author": "Katya",
"message": "\"We have to get these furs! It won't take long and it'll pay off!\" *She yelled over to Byleth through the hail and snow. Having taken several of the each wolves' teeth, she knelt by one of them and wanted to start skinning it - when she realised she didn't have a dagger. How could she be stupid enough to forget one?*\n\"Well, fuck. Screw it, we have no time for this.\" *She muttered to herself and drew her longsword, trying to obtain the beast's fur.*\n\"I'll be fine, give those to Levi!\" *The witcher refused to take the winter clothes, knowing they'll all be back in the village soon - and continued skinning the wolf.*"
},
{
"author": "Levi Glynyra",
"message": "Truging back over to the others she called out.\n\"C'mon we gotta work on getting outa here!\"\nThowing out a clay ball she summoned another clay servent to assest her with the skinning of another wolf. Hoping the extra pair of hands will help her compleate the task faster."
},
{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "*The storm blew strong. It was a risky move.*\n*And things unfortunately didn't go as the hunters had planned. Levi failed to cast her servant since she hadn't enough mana to do so despite her regeneration, and Katya's longsword just ended up creating a disgusting butchery as the flesh and skin got ripped at every attempt. The witcher's obstination was not a good thing either. She should've accepted those clothes.*\n*The frost snowstorm would've continued to numb their skin and didn't seem to end anywhere soon.*\n\nAll the party suffers a -0.1 GS and a -5m/s Run Speed debuff in the blizzard. Their sight is also reduced by -1200%.\nKatya carved more Winter Fangs but failed to carve the skin due to the utilization of a blade far too big for the task.\nLevi's Clay Servant failed! (not enough mana)```"
},
{
"author": "Levi Glynyra",
"message": "Feeling the spontainous blizzard worsen and confused about her slower than usual mana regen Levi just wanted to leave this forsaken place.\n\"Let's just grab the tails and go!\"\nShe yelled out at the others as she scrambled to move once more after haven frozen in place for a few moments after her spell not working. Getting to work on grabbing the tails.\n\"Bloody spontainous blizzards only getting worse, already been slowing this down enough\"\nShe murrmered to herself as she got to work."
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{
"author": "valethros",
"message": "\"The whistling? It's but an old tune I remember hearing in my younger years. The north has a way with making one reminisce their past~\" The dark beastkin mused in a low hum, seemingly remaining lost in thought. His crimson eye only briefly regarded the adventurer before promptly returning to the trance while sharping the short blade. \n\n\"There is meaning and wisdom to be found in a blizzard, only if you reach out and hear it. A place to gather my thoughts and recollect lost memories of my past...\" Light remorse painted his voice while sharp metallic tips of his gauntlets thoroughly grinded through the tempered blade, confirming one last time it was sharpened enough before placing it back on his cloak. \"Though for some that are bold enough to brave past blizzards and beaten path, treasure more important than past memories might await...\""
},
{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "``Heh,i find it better not listening to much to the past,more time than not if you go too deep you'd either end up cringing or find remorse in it without gaining a lot from it,better just not looking back at the past or trying to predict the future in most situation.``\n\n*Would say williard, after having listen to what the beastkin had said and how he said it, after that he would start to mess around whit his lute, trying to make it's music fit the current mood, while still trying to make it keep some sort of calm so the beastkin wouldn't start to freak out about having one of his moment of calm interrupted by a random person that can't leave right now because of the risk that would cause the blizzard.*"
},
{
"author": "valethros",
"message": "\"Living for the moment huh? I can see why you would, I wasn't any different a while ago. Though this place allows me to reflect on past as well... And mistakes I should not repeat again.\"\n\nThe canine beast sighed, regarding the young man, then the growing blizzard outside. Listening to a lute's tune didn't feel too bad right now, and perhaps they could share one more story or two by the time weather shimmers down. \"Take a seat, neither of us is making it far on that snowstorm.\""
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"author": "valethros",
"message": "\"I believe every tale has a hint of truth to it, and this is no exception. Perhaps this beast was far more than fiction, even if stories of its might were exaggerated. Perhaps it had chosen to leave the village and live elsewhere in seclusion. Perhaps it was captured and slain. But we'll never truly know, will we?\"\n\nAshnard mused sardonically between drags of his smoke pipe, letting himself relax at the sound of music and flickering flames. The raging blizzard outside slowly began to subside, with frigid shard no longer crashing violently against the cavern's entrance, making the snow-laden trees outside visible once more."
},
{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "``heh, the fact that we will never know is probably the thing we know the most, anyway, the blizzard seemed to have calmed, it would be a good time to lea-``\n\n*As Williard took a better look outside, he saw something that would leave a chill down anyone's spine, no it wasn't the creature itself, it was much more mysterious, some weird humanoïd-like footprint where left in the snow near the cave, along side some circular mark,similar to what you'd see from rolling multiple balls in the snow but much more disorganised,the print weren't close enough so will or ash could see the being, but the being would've been in a close enough range to hear them talking*\n\n``uhm... Is that just me seeing things or there is \"Footprint\"...?``"
},
{
"author": "valethros",
"message": "Setting down his smoke pipe to examine the footprint mark Williard spoke of, the dark beastkin stood up for his craggy seat. Walking towards the cave's entrance, he raised a brow as he regarded the abnormally large footprint before pulling a rather ornately designed arbalest holstered on his back. \n\n\"Oh, you're not seeing things...\""
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{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "*Williard would also take out his arbalest from his back, it wasn't decorated but it look like the things that would be used to hunt huge beast like owlbears, because of that he wouldn't be able to play his lute, making the surrounding extremely silent, wich worked together whit the weird footprint to make the scene even more ominous*\n\n``I've seen a LOT of footprint and the only thing close to making those kind of footprints is an abomination, and they are far from doing something that looks so human and necromancers wouldn't come here to do their ritual, it would've been too hard to carry the carcases here... I think it would be better that we both leave these mountains together, in case we find out what the hell was listening to us..``\n\n*While saying this williard would be extremely weary of the environment, if a thing this big was listening to them it should normally still be around here, but no mater what it wasn't good in the slightest to be in a area so for away from civilisation, while a beast seems to be spying on them.*"
},
{
"author": "valethros",
"message": "Ashnard scoffed at the remark, arming his arbalest before taking slow, cautious steps to take a peek outside. Confirming there was nothing in the immediate vicinity, the beastkin gave a resigned sigh before stepping back in.\n\n\"Perhaps you're right. Taking on a beastkin like that by ourselves would be too dangerous. We should get out of here- and fast.\"\n\nHe admitted, unsure of what kind of monster or cryptid would leave behind a footprint this large."
},
{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "*Will would walk out of the cave, even tough his boots aren't adapted to walk on snow, but he seems like he had the habit of walking in terrain where he really shouldn't be.*\n\n``so there is two \"Path\" I know won't end up getting to start an avalanche, there is the path where those foot-print are going, or we could go to the total opposite way, there is a part where we would need to go extremely carefully if we don't want to fall into a frozen lake... I have seen my good share of deadly area that needs precise movement so id say we go there.`\n\n*Would say williard, already slowly walking where he proposed they should go*"
},
{
"author": "valethros",
"message": "\"I can be light on my fight if I have to, and the sooner we get out of this frozen hellscape, the better.\"\n\nAshnard admitted, keeping the arbalest clutched in his arms as he stepped outside. Walking barefoot on ice and snow was far from a pleasant experience, even for a canine beastkin accustomed to this weather. The cold seeped into his flesh and bones, causing a low shiver down his spine before focusing on the road ahead, armed crossbow ready to fire at any approaching threats."
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Owlbears. An ever present threat to the average camper, hiker, or whatever you want to call it. Such that there seemed to be a constant demand to get rid of these dangerous creatures.*\n\n*The bounty board had stated that you two, Zalgar and Juna, simply need to bring the beak of the owlbear back as proof that you've killed them.*\n\n*Now, high in the mountains, you two would be wandering in the dense forest. The pine branches are far too thin to support Zalgar's weight, so he would have to rely on other means to get around. Suddenly, you see what seems like a trail of feathers.*"
},
{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "*Zalgar was obviously a bit anoyed that the branches wont be able to be able to suport his weight 'i guess that i'll have to go whit brute force and intimidate it, and just climb the tree itself if it is needed', meanwhile he seemed to sing a melody yet he didn't speak loud enought making the sounds that seems to escape his mouth whille he speak muffle the song.*\n\n*After seing the trail of feather, he would of course start following the trail, activating his better than average smell to try and detect it, since the forest was extremelly dense, someone should not fully base himself on his sightline due to it being cut extremelly often by the tree's*\n\n```zalgar is anoyed\nZalgar activated his hunter nose```"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna kept quiet as she followed after Zalgar, a silent passage of thoughts flowing through her at the thought of encountering such a strong beast.\n\nShe kept her bow in one hand and an arrow in the other, half expecting the wild creature to appear at any point with feathers marking its path. Meanwhile, the Jackal to which always stayed in her company remained close to her side, his ears raising as if listening out to something.*\n\n\"Do... You think we're getting close...\" *She whispered under her breath to Zalgar. Juna didn't want to be heard with the potential of them being near, but at the very least with him leading the way she would hope that he had an idea so as to ready herself. The trees could at the very least provide an extra way to move around for her, though she was unsure of what would come of the other two.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*As the two are both expert sniffers and Owlbears don't care to mask their smell, they easily detect their scent. Soon, as they follow it, they can make out a brownish, feathery figure against a massive stone. Its head is down, and its back is turned, and it seems to be eating something.*"
},
{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "*It seemed like zalgar wouldn't need to explain to her that they where close as they had already reached the beast, zalgar would only point to juna the ground whit his tail as a \"Stay here\", he would of course stop his singing, he would hide his tail and tentacles behind him and he would then start to sneakly walk toward it's back, due to his sneaking skills being extremelly basic he would probably make some sounds which would atract the owlbear's attention, but he would still be able to get somewhat near the beast due to him being already distracted.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna had stopped walking as the beast came into view, seeing the sign from Zalgar that she should stay back. Of course she wasn't planning to take the beast head-on, but she took the time to lower herself to the ground and run her hand along her Jackal's back to get him to stay calm. \n\nWhile Zalgar was making his way over to the Owlbear, she takes the arrow she had in hand and notches it to her bow. Juna didn't draw the string back quite yet, but she would be ready to lock aim on the owlbear the moment she could find a good spot to shoot at.*"
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Zalgar's about 7 meters away when the owlbear suddenly lifts its head, turning to face the unnatural felinid. Its beak and face is covered with blood, and on the floor is a dead deer. It lets out a loud screech, standing on its hind legs and raising its massive claws. It doesn't seem to notice Juna in the background.*"
},
{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "*Upon the owlbear turning his head to face him, zalgar would stand firm and tall, his tentacle and tail would shoot out from his back making him appear to be much bigger and threatening, he would let out a roar of his own out of his two mouth,slowly approaching the beast until it would start to fall down, where at this point zalgar would charge at the beast trying to land a Hit on his head whit his halberd*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would fall flat against her head at the both of them yelling. Making sure to remain where she was low to the ground, she would draw the string of the bow back and aim at the owlbear. She knew she wouldn't have much time and that the arrow may prove to not be as lethal as she would hope in one shot for an animal so big, but she would wait for Zalgar to successfully make a strike on the owlbear before letting the arrow fly.*"
}
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Zalgar would find that the owlbear does not in fact get back down on all fours, instead running towards Zalgar in its full height. The halberd would cut into one of its paws, but not all the way through, and the felinid finds a large claw slashing at him.*\n\n*Juna would be able to launch an arrow, and it pierces deep, but the owbear seems to ignore it for now.*"
},
{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "*Zalgar would take advantage of the owlbear coming closer to also get closer himself so he can bite his neck of whit the moth that is the closest and bite the closest shoulder whit the other mouth, meanwhile his tails and tentacle would swarm the claw slashing him and imobilise it*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna gritted her teeth as she reached for another arrow, notching it in her bow. It didn't seem like her arrows would be able to do much damage to it, but she knew that it was better than her trying to join Zalgar up close. She brought her finger to touch the tip of the arrow for it to light up with a heated glow before drawing back the string of her bow. Juna fired it off, aiming more so towards the legs of the beast with hope that it'll help immobilize it.*\n\n```Heated Shot: 5 Mana used, 95/100 Remaining```"
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*As Zalgar closes in for the kill, he ends up sacrificing one of his mouths as the Owlbear claw absolutely decimates it, rendering it unusable, the tail and tentacles not enough to stop such a powerful swing with so much momentum behind it. It soon finds that it has the claws under control once it finally stops though. Zalgar finds that it's incredibly hard to bite through its neck, though he is able to get a massive wound on it. It attempts to back away, but finds that it can't, Juna's fiery arrow preventing it from doing so. As a last ditch attempt, it attempts to slam its claws into the other side of Zalgar's head.*"
},
{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "*The killing blow was done,no matter what it tried to do, the owlbear now will die,such a wound on it's neck would make it bleed out, and whit such advenced sense of smell,they could easily track it*\n\n*Zalgar would shake his head vigorously to rip out the chunk of flesh as it pushed the beast from a high point, making it or being close to falling on it's back and backed away himself, avoiding the slam of desperation it tried to do at the last second*\n\n\"I̴s̴ ̸t̶h̵a̵t̴ ̵a̷l̷l̴ ̵y̷o̴u̵ ̷g̵o̷t̷,̸ ̶p̵a̴t̸h̴e̵t̸i̴c̸,̷ ̷I̵ ̶t̸h̶o̸u̷g̶h̸ ̵y̵o̷u̸ ̷f̸a̶i̵l̷e̶d̷ ̷e̸x̸p̶e̵r̷i̷m̸e̶n̶t̸ ̵w̶o̶u̵l̸d̸ ̵p̸u̴t̷ ̷o̵u̶t̵ ̵a̶ ̴f̵i̴g̸h̸t̸,̶t̶h̴o̶s̷e̴ ̷v̵i̶l̴l̸a̵g̸e̷r̷ ̵w̷h̷o̴ ̵p̸o̵s̵t̴e̶d̸ ̷t̴h̵e̸ ̸i̷n̴f̸o̸r̶m̶a̵t̴i̸o̷n̷ ̷o̶f̷ ̶a̴ ̷o̶w̷l̸b̴e̷a̶r̵ ̶n̵e̸a̸r̸ ̷a̵r̴e̴ ̶c̵oward,if t wasn't for the civilisation keeping them safe and cozy they wouldn't stand a chance\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna grabbed another arrow. She could see that the large beast was faltering with each blow that it took. The Canifor partially felt bad for it, seeing the desperation in the animal's attempts to fend off Zalgar.*\n\n*Juna notched the arrow, turning her bow to lock aim at the beast's thick neck. 'Just put it out of its misery...' She thought to herself as she drew back the string and launched the arrow towards it. It would have been easier if they could have gotten a clean kill on the animal, so it not to have suffered, but it was already obvious that it wasn't going down with a fight.*\n\n```Mana Regen: +5; 100/100```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Zalgar and Juna are able to take down the owlbear, the former avoiding the final strike. It lets out an ear-piercing shriek, and falls to the floor, dead.*\n\n*The only problem is, you can hear footsteps. Lots of them. And they're approaching fast.*"
},
{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "*Zalgar would of course hear the footsteps,he would point to juna up as for her to climb up the tree,zalgar himself on the other hand,would grab the body whit his tentacles and tail, and start removing as much weight as he meat and organ from the body as he can before grabbing onto the tree whit his hand and feet's claw and climb it, the branches might not be strong enough but the trunk should be, he would know when to stop by using the sounds of footsteps,he just killed this owlbear and had plans for it's skin after having removed the head and meat whitout forgetting the beak of course,and he wasn't gonna let that go to a bunch of wild beast.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna angled her ears towards the sound of footsteps, seeing Jace rise up in alert before her gaze turned to Zalgar as he motioned for her to climb up a tree.*\n\n*She would turn towards the nearest one and make her way over while placing her bow back around her torso, so that she could climb up. Jace followed up until he reached the base of the tree to which he sat, having to look up as the Canifor used her claws to help climb higher and higher up the tree until she could find a strong branch to sit on.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*As it turns out, all the branches are too small to support either of the beastkin. They are, however, able to cling on to the tree trunk.*\n\n*The two soon spot three more owlbears, a pair and a single one coming from opposite sides. The solo beast seems much larger, with what looks like magic in its eyes. The three seem to be communicating to each other, and don't seem to notice Zalgar or Juna yet. However, the magic one sniffs around, and soon looks straight at Jace, growling.*"
}
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The nearest owbear ends up being non-magical, and seems surprised that a corpse of its kin is suddenly dropped on it. It will take some time to get back up.*\n\n*As it turns out, owlbears, like normal bears, have very, very thick skin. Not only that, but like normal bears, owlbears have a massive hump of muscle near their neck and shoulder, acting as a massive amount of protection. Zalgar is able to dig in his claws, but not to much effect, as the owlbear begins to try and shake the felinid off.*\n\n*The magic owlbear is smacked in the face with a force blast, soon looking up towards the archer canifor. It lets out a large screech, and it takes a few steps back. It runs straight towards the tree, and slams straight into it, and Juna can hear a massive snap. Soon, said tree begins to fall in Juna's direction, meaning she would be squished if she didn't jump off.*\n\n*Said tree would also squish Zalgar and the owlbear that he was on if he didn't get out of the way.*"
},
{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "*After having successfully landed on the owlbear, zalgar would remove his claws from the beast to the jump toward the other normal owlbear that has not yet gotten up, he would open his jaws wide to then bite down on it's face,shaking his head left to right making sure to was at least profusely bleeding,and at most, to have it completely torn of, in the meantime, if the other owlbear didn't move, it would have been squished by the tree*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*A whimper rose in Juna's throat as she felt the gradual decline of the tree falling at its side. She turned her gaze down to the forest floor as she felt the tree falling down with her and, as she did, she quickly retracted her claws and leaped away from the tree. Albeit, the landing wouldn't be very graceful as she would have to scramble back onto her feet upon landing, but once she did, Juna would quickly try to recover and grab her dagger that she kept strapped at her side. It wasn't a weapon she was too accustomed to, but with being so close to the owlbears there wasn't much she could do with her bow. Jace quickly darted to her side, his rise in aggression towards the owlbears becoming evident after seeing a tree nearly collapsing on his owner.*\n\n```Mana Regen: +5; 90/100```"
}
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Zalgar's midleap when he finds the corpse of the owlbear before being flung at him, knocking him aside and screeching. The felinid is still able to land on his feet though.*\n\n*The tree ends up falling on the owlbear Zalgar was just on. It's not enough to kill it, but enough to slow it down.*\n\n*Juna ends up facing the magical owlbear. It gives her a screech, then runs at her, taking a swipe with its left paw.*"
},
{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "*Zalgar's anoyance from before quickly turned into anger as he got knocked aside, if there was something that made his blood boil is his enemies buying themself's time, and let's just say that the owlbear surviving for another turn is a great waste of time for him.*\n\n*Zalgar's tentacles would give the halberd to zalgar's hand to then run toward the owlbear that just got back up, slashing the owlbear's head using all the strenght in his arms, the slash of course was a downward slash whit the axe part of the halberd, this should normally crush the owlbear skull's, meanwhille when he is doing his slash, his tentacles would go to the paws holding them tro try and keep them in place, the tail would've went to the left paw as a sort of backup*\n\n```zalgar isn't anoyed anymore\nZalgar became angry```"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would shift the dagger in her right hand, tightening her grip on it as the owlbear charged at her. When it drew near enough to swipe at her, she would turn to her side as she tried to counter the owlbear paw with an upward slash of the dagger. She knew there was no guarantee that she would avoid the full collision of its strong paw, but all she could do right now was buy herself enough time.\n\nJace would lunge himself at the magic owlbear, trying to get grip on the the animal's overly thick neck so he could cling onto it and distract the owlbear from his owner. Though the Jackal was small in comparison, it didn't stop him from throwing himself head first at the aggressive owlbear.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Zalgar might have been strong enough to lift an owlbear, but using his tentacles only was another story. The owlbear turns its head so that the steel blade lodges itself in its shoulder, not killing it, but certainly restricting its power. It takes a swipe at Zalgar's hands that are on the halberd, which would most likely destroy them completely if he didn't remove them.*\n\n*Juna's strike with the dagger would cause the owlbear's paw some decent damage, the beast's powerful swing only amplifying how much damage it takes. However, it could most likely take a hit; Juna could not. The momentum of the swing allows the beast's claws to keep on going, slashing deep into Juna's side.*\n\n*Seems like she's saved by Jace, however. The small jackal is able to distract the owlbear as it shakes its head to try and throw him off.*"
},
{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "*Zalgar would of course removed his grip from the halberd and back them off a bit so they don't become glorified paste, zalgar would the grab the right paw whit his hand and both the tentacle and tail that where on the other paw,zalgar would use them to pull the owlbear to the ground so he can then deal his finishing blow by biting it's neck off,they may have had thick skin and muscles but his sharp teeth and extremely high bite force capable of crushing bones would go right trough the beast*\n\n\"D̵o̷n̴'̸t̶ ̴t̷r̶y̸ ̶t̶o̴ ̸t̷a̴k̴e̴ ̸t̶h̶o̴s̸e̴ ̸b̵a̵g̷s̵ ̶o̴f̶ ̷m̴u̵s̷c̵l̵e̵ ̴h̸e̷a̵d̴ ̴o̶n̶,̴ ̶y̵o̵u̵ ̴c̵l̶e̷a̷r̴l̸y̶ ̶w̴o̴n̶'̴t̸ ̵b̶e̷ ̷a̷b̵l̶e̷ ̸t̵o̵ ̵t̵a̶k̸e̵ ̴a̵ ̴s̷i̴n̷g̷l̴e̸ ̴s̵t̶r̴i̴k̵e̶,̴g̶e̴t̴ ̴o̴v̵e̷r̴ ̴h̴e̷r̵e̸ ̴b̴e̶f̸o̷r̵e̸ ̴i̸t̸ ̷g̵e̶t̶s̷ ̴y̸o̴u̵\"\n\n*Would say zalgar after having dealt the finish blow on one of the three owlbear*"
}
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Zalgar's tactic works as the owlbear's momentum keeps going, allowing Zalgar to get a fatal bite into the owlbear's neck. However, he's faced with a new problem, as the other owlbear charges him.*\n\n*Jace is in a lot more trouble now. Being thrown around would have made him incredibly dizzy, and he couldn't hold on forever. He's in an even worse spot when the claws of the owlbear by accident slash him, causing some serious wounds (though not fatal.*"
},
{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "\"S̷t̴o̵p̵ ̵s̷t̵a̶n̸d̵i̴n̵g̴ ̴s̷t̷i̸l̵l̷ ̵a̴n̶d̵ ̵g̴e̴t̴ ̶o̵v̸e̴r̴ ̵h̸e̴r̶e̷,̴y̷o̴u̶ ̵a̸l̶r̴e̷a̸d̷y̸ ̶s̸a̷w̴ ̷h̶o̸w̶ ̸m̸u̵c̴h̵ ̴o̶n̷e̸ ̵s̷m̵a̵l̶l̸ ̵s̶t̴r̴i̶k̷e̷ ̵d̷i̷d̶ ̸t̵o̶ ̷y̸o̸u̵,̶ ̵a̷n̸d̵ ̵t̶e̵l̴l̶ ̶y̷o̴u̶r̷ ̸p̷e̵t̴ ̴t̵o̴ ̵s̸t̴o̵p̵ ̵a̷n̵d̷ ̸f̵l̷e̴e̶ ̴s̶o̵m̸e̵w̷h̷e̸r̴e̵ ̸s̵a̶f̷e̶r̶ ̶b̵e̷f̷o̸r̸e̴ it dies!\"\n\n*Meanwhile he was saying that,zalgar would hear the bear charging at him,zalgar would respond by charging at it also,but when the bear got close to him, zalgar would launch himself toward it's face trying to bite it off while it's tail and tentacle would wrap itself around it, applying a lot of pressure*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Jace whimpered as he was flung away from the owlbear, a gash in him to mark where the owlbear had struck him. The Jackal fell to the ground awkwardly as he struggled to refocus on the owlbear between the stinging pains of his wounds and the dizziness that had taken over him.\n\nThe Jackal tried to stand, though instead of being upright he remained more squat to the ground as he lacked the strength to fully rise back up. Blood began to leak out from the wounds he was inflicted, but he tried to retain most of his focus on the owlbear, desperately trying to keep its attention on him. He had let out a growl, except now it sounded more forced as a whimper overtook him.\n\nJuna remained curled up on the ground, trying to heal the large wound she was given herself. Her ears poked up as she heard Zalgar, daring to open her eyes to see her Jackal struggling to stand against the owlbear.*\n\n\"Jace...\" *She whispered.* \"Go Jace...\"\n\n*Jace looked back at her in his hesitation, letting out a whine of protest.*\n\n\"Just go Jace...\" *She groaned.* \"Get out of here! Now!\"\n\n*It hurt to yell the last bit, but the Jackal obeyed and turned his head away, fleeing with his tail tucked between his legs.*\n\n```Mana Regen: +5; 90/90```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Zalgar's able to successfully latch onto the owlbear's face, but in doing so, he put himself in the way of the owlbear. As its face is being torn to shreds, Zalgar's insides are as well, the sharp beak goring the felinid's gut.*\n\n*The magic owlbear has a small bit of blood on its throat, but it doesn't seem to mind at all. It shrieks again, and begins to run towards Juna, and it doesn't look like it's going to stop.*"
},
{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "*Zalgar didn't really care about it hurting the inside of mouth, as in just a few second the bears face was torn off, leaving it whitout the ability to bite,and if it wasn't enough, zalgar's claws would've went for the eye and tear them to shreds if the beast was still not dead,after that he would land back on his feet, still holding the corpse of the beast,and if he still has time,he would charge at the last bear, the heavy corpse of his last victim striking it first as if it was an unwieldy mace/shield*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna kept a hand at her side, the green light still glimmering as it continued to heal up the wound she was inflicted. By now she could most likely grab her bearings as she caught sight of the owlbear charging towards her. She forced herself to sit up, knowing that she wouldn't be able to reach for her bow in time. Holding out her hand, a ball of purple light formed in it before she casted it out, probably not that far, in hopes of blocking the owlbear's progression towards her with whatever defense the barrier that followed could provide.*\n\n```Project Barrier: -20 Mana; 70/90 Mana Remaining```"
}
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Zalgar would be far too in pain and far too weakened by his injuries to be able to use the Owlbear corpse as a mace. Just because he could lift it, it did not mean he could use it as a weapon. Plus, he was literally just disemboweled. The felinid would only be able to drop onto the floor next to the two corpses.*\n\n*Juna's barrier shatters instantly once the Owlbear charges through. She has only a second to act; if she didn't, the owlbear would gore her just like Zalgar.*"
},
{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "*Zalgar may have not been able to run whit a heavy corpse but due to being near the other corpse, his tentacles could have taken back the halberd, and his tail would've been able to help getting back up and staying up, there was one bear left he wasn't gonna let it beat him like that.*\n\n*Hopefully, juna would finally listen to him to run otherwise she was nothing more than chum on the ground. Zalgar would try to walk his way toward her and the beast, making his mouth return to it's original state of \"Full on teeth smile\", which would have kept the blood from pouring out as it kept trying to take a swing at the beast head when it was in range*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna eyes widened as she quickly rolled to her side to avoid the charging owlbear. Her free hand went to pick up her dagger before she would try to stand up, feeling the heat of pain rise from the wound she kept her other hand at. Assuming she would be facing the owlbear after, the Canifor would slowly try to back away from it. She just needed distance and time, but as she made a quick glance towards Zalgar and the state he was in, she could see that wouldn't be possible.*\n\n```Mana Regen: +5; 75/90 Mana Remaining```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Zalgar would be able to get up due to the strength of his tentacles and tail. However, swinging a weapon properly requires core strength; the one thing the felinid currently lacked.*\n\n*Juna's able to roll out of the way, hit ever so slightly by the beast's leg and sent flying, though unharmed. The beast slams into a tree, stuck for this turn, but it's going to get its beak out soon.*"
}
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{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "*Zalgar wasn't stupid, he know that he would've have been able swing by using his hand, but since his tentacles are strong enough to take and hold it... The tentacles might not be very precise whit which part of the halberd would strike,but due to it's weight and good old gravity, it would still have some good striking power, and let's be honest that was all that zalgar cared, as it was right now stuck.*\n\n*Zalgar would get near the last beast which was currently stuck in a tree and repetitively strike it's head whit the heavy halberd being held by the tentacles, while his tail made sure he didn't fall over or lose all balance, the end of the halberd however was completely out of zalgar's control, it might have been the ax, it might have been the weight or it might have been the sides.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna fell to the ground, wincing from the aching pain from her fading wound. She sat up, gazing out to see the stuck owlbear and Zalgar trying to fight it. Finally she had some time to work with.\n\nJuna sat up, sitting crosslegged as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A symbol extends and before her, three circles start to form.*\n\n```Summon Wolves: 2 turns until summoned, Mana Regen: +5; 80/90 Mana Remaining```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The axe head does land... At an angle. It bites down a little, but not enough to do serious damage.*\n\n*The owlbear rips its head out of the tree, looking angry. It looks towards the halberd wielding felinid, staying out of its immediate teach. Its eyes have an odd intelligence to them.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna opened her gaze to see the owlbear break free of its own trap. Being careful of her still fresh-wound, she unstraps her bow and grabs at an arrow. As she notched it, she drew the string back from the bow and aimed towards the owlbear's head. A burning feeling warmed her side at where she was initially hit, causing her a bit of hesitation as she tried to make sure her aim remained steady before she eventually fired the arrow off.*\n\n```Summon Wolves: 1 Turn until summoned, Mana Regen: +5; 85/90 Remaining```"
},
{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "*Zalgar would would keep growling and faking some jabs too keep the bear at bay and keep his attention on him, he wouldn't really put himself in danger for now as he would surely get attacked, but zalgar would of course noticing what was juna doing, and when her burning arrow hit the bear, zalgar would take a few step forward and jab the bear's eye whit the spike end of the halberd, if it hit the bear would most probably die, if it doesn't, the bear would have an entire halberd stuck near it's head*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Juna's powerful arrow finds its mark in the middle of the owlbear's forehead. Perhaps a normal arrow wouldn't have made it, but Juna was twice as strong as a normal human, and delivered a lot more power. It falls over, dead.*\n\n*The only thing to do now was collect the beaks and bring them back. Oh, and also maybe prevent Zalgar from bleeding out.*"
},
{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "\"A̷l̸r̷i̸g̴h̷t̷,̶ ̸t̸h̴a̷t̷'̴s̶ ̴a̴l̸l̸ ̵o̷f̴ ̸t̶h̴e̴m̷,̴ ̶n̸o̴w̴ ̷g̵e̷t̵ ̷o̷v̸e̸r̵ ̴h̶e̴r̵e̸ ̴a̵n̶d̴ ̵h̴e̴a̷l̵ ̴m̸e̵ ̷b̸e̷f̴o̴r̵e̴ ̴m̴o̴r̶e̷ ̴c̶o̵m̸e̸s̸,̶ ̷i̷'̴l̸l̵ ̸t̶a̴k̵e̷ ̸c̶a̵r̴e̷ ̸o̷f̸ ̶r̵e̷m̸o̴v̵i̸n̵g̶ ̵t̷h̴e̸ ̴b̸e̷a̴k̸ ̸a̷n̷d̶ ̵f̵e̵a̷t̵h̶e̵r̴ ̴a̶f̷t̵e̸r̴,̵ ̴a̶n̸d̶ ̵d̶o̸n̴'̴t̷ ̸f̶o̸r̵g̵e̷t̶ to call back your pet before a beast finds it bleeding out in the forest.\"\n\n*Would say the beast, blood seemingly recovering most of it's front, which was quite logical seeing how his main way of killing his prey is ripping out their neck or faces, and that he also got one of his head squished near the start of all this*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna let out a deep sigh, relaxing her shoulders as she lowered her bow to her side. The circles faded away, leaving her to stand back up fully. \n\nJuna looked over to Zalgar, his words reaching her ears before she had regarded healing him back up as more of her focus was getting her Jackal back. She let out a whistle, one high pitched enough to carry some distance in a quiet forest. If her jackal heard her, he must have been taking a while to get back as she stared disappointedly out in the direction he had originally fled in.\n\nSighing, Juna turned back and walked over to Zalgar as he requested her to heal him and in her lack of care she said:*\n\n\"You could ask a bit nicer...\" *The Canifor rubbed her hands together, warming them up before they began to once again cast the green light of a healing touch. She placed her hands on his torso where most of the damage occurred. Her ears remained raised up, listening for sounds that could signify approaching enemies or her returning Jackal.*"
},
{
"author": "zalgar",
"message": "\"T̵h̵i̸s̵ ̸w̵a̸s̷ ̵a̷ ̴b̴r̶i̸e̸f̵i̸n̴g̵ ̵o̴f̴ ̴w̷h̶a̴t̷ ̶w̴o̶u̷l̶d̴ ̴b̵e̷ ̴b̴e̴t̴t̵e̴r̷ ̴f̷o̷r̴ ̴u̴s̵ ̴t̷o̵ ̵b̸o̸t̶h̴ ̶d̵o̶,̸ ̴n̴o̵t̸ ̸a̷ ̴f̴r̷i̸e̵n̷d̴l̵y̷ ̶c̵h̵a̸t̷,̵ ̷n̴o̵t̵ ̸a̴n̵ ̶o̸r̵d̷e̵r̷,̷ ̵i̵f̶ ̶y̸o̷u̴ ̵w̷a̶n̵t̷ ̸m̵e̴ ̸t̶o̸ ̷b̷e̴ ̴n̴i̸c̷e̴,̵ ̶j̶u̸s̶t̸ ̸b̶e̵ ̷g̷r̵a̵t̵e̸f̴u̶l̴l̸ ̷i̵ ̴f̷o̵u̴n̷d you trying to do the same thing as me,and didn't just let you go die for a distraction that would only last a few seconds.\"\n\n*Would coldly say the beast looking straight into juna's eyes,although the beast was naturally rude, it seemed to have returned to a natural emotional state, at-least that was juna could tell, which was hard since the only thing she could use to know was the tone of his seemingly corrupted voice.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna narrowed her eyes, meeting his gaze with something that held less expression. She moved her hands away, leaving him with however much was restored in the brief healing.*\n\n```Touch of Restoration: -15 Mana; 5 Mana Regened: +5, 65/80 Remaining```\n\n\n\"Right...\" *She said quietly, looking down at her blood stained hands before her ears twitched back to hear the sound of pawsteps. Juna glanced back to see her Jackal hobbling towards her and with a relieved flick of her tail she bent down to embrace the small Jackal. The Canifor picked him up with ease, using her touch of restoration to heal him as well before turning back to Zalgar with the smallest dip of her head.*\n\n\"Let's be quick with getting the owlbears and heading back then...\" *She said finally.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "```Quest complete\n+4 UP to Zalgar and Juna\n+12 gold each```"
}
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{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The figure of a Macen prowling across the mountain peaks could be seen, though not immediately visible to Circine. His hair was raven, with an iridescent sheen, just like the one found on the feathers of the bird. Pale, almost sickly looking skin covered his body, and an almost permanent blush crossed his face, though it may have just been the cold. The icy wind blew his hair into his eyes, but it wouldn't be enough to conceal his ice blue eyes, and the silver flecks within. With his bowstring drawn back, and his heavy fur coat cloaking his body, he would let an arrow fly, taking down one of the deer that in Circines view.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "*The sound of an arrow downing a deer hit him before he saw the slumped over body, the centaur looking about for the source. He clearly wasn't under attack, and had simply come into another hunter's range - but some were more hostile than others. He produced his thin metal flute, holding it to his lips and blowing hard, a shrill low note carrying across the winds nearby, filling the mountains around him.*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The disguised Kitsune cringed as the shrill noise hit his ears. Slowly, he would emerge from the snow, approaching his prey, as well as searching for the source of the noise. Eventually, he'd stare right at Circine, a slightly irritated expression on his face. For what appeared to be a Macen, he sure had good hearing..*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "*The centaur would raise an apologetic hand, trotting closer into view - his horse body, covered in his thick caparison, clear to see from the kitsune's position.*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa blinked at the Centaur, not expecting to see one this far up in the mountains. He raised an eyebrow, gradually approaching the other hunter. He seemed to have no ill will, just... A sense of surprise.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "*Circine had learnt to be wary of strangers, especially non-humans. The Macen were easy to interpret, but the others - especially the kitsune, famous for the legends of trickery - were not. The centaur hadn't yet seen through his disguise, but his heightened senses gave him an off feeling about the figure. He slung his bow upon his back, but kept a cautious hand resting upon his Ringer's hilt, rattling the blade in its sheath as he displayed it - warning the stranger to watch his manner.*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa didn't seem to be concerned at all about the sword. He'd already slung his bow over his shoulder, and, strangely enough, there was no weapon to his side. No hilt of any kind, no evidence that he carried any sort of blade. Strange...* \n\n\"There's no need to be hostile, I'm not going to hurt you..\" \n*He gave off a friendly look, and it was clear that he was young, barely an adult, maybe in his early 20s at the most.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "*Circine decided to believe him, his hand now resting more casually upon his pommel as he trotted closer, examining the man briefly.*\n\"Clearly not - you would have struck by now, had you been a cunning bandit.\"\n*He pointed to the felled deer, nodding in approval as he continued*\n\"A good shot. My brethren would be impressed, I'm sure of it.\""
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The Kitsune shifted position so that the wind would to be his back, and he took a more casual stance, now that he wasn't concerned with the possibility of the Centaur attempting to cleave through him. Ishikawa raised an eyebrow at the thought of him being a bandit. The clothing he wore seemed to be expensive, especially the thick fur that cloaked him. A bandit? Unlikely. Something else... Perhaps. Ishikawa smiled humbly as he was complimented, looking back at his kill,* \n\n\"I would hope... I'm a hunter by trade, though, not exactly of the.. Standard variety...\""
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"I know of no poaching laws, so I know not what you mean... Well, there are some. But the creatures are legendary anyway, so not something I worry about.\"\n*Circine mused aloud to himself, cantering over to the body and extracting the arrow - looking over the arrowhead.*\n\"These aren't barbed? I'm surprised it stayed in...\""
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa shook his head, murmuring,* \n\"I hunt things more dangerous than that, monsters, you could say.\" \n\n*He eyed the centaur as he examined the arrows, still smiling slightly. He clearly knew something Circine didn't. Steel was uncommon for game arrows...*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "*Circine twirled the arrow between his fingers, returning to Ishikawa and offering it back to him.*\n\"No point in wasting good steel - the head still functions, just need a new shaft.\""
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa gently took the arrow back, putting it into his quiver. Now that they were closer, it was clear his face was covered in old plague scars, as well as a fresher one on his neck, like something had bitten into it and tore... He nodded.*\n\n\"Of course.\""
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "*His horse ear would twitch noticeably, like how a bovine's would when swatting a fly. His eyes narrowed at the mark, the smell of the unclean reaching his keen nose quickly.*\n\"Have you been previously afflicted, hunter? I smell the lingering scent of it upon you.\""
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*He froze slightly as he was questioned about vampirism, his hand unconsciously going up to his neck, gently running his fingers over the remnants of his past struggle. As it came into view, his hand shook, and the fingers looked.. Off. As if they had been broken, and healed slightly wrong.*\n\n\"Cured. The only thing that remains is the memory...\" \n*He became quieter, his voice being whispy.* \n\"The pain.\""
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "*He quickly softened at this reaction. Perhaps Circine was too forthright at times, but had enough tact to back off when needed.*\n\"Apologies, sir. Please, do not relive such trauma for the curiosity of a stranger...\"\n*He quickly pushed the topic away, galloping onto the next thing that came to mind.*\n\"I believe we haven't introduced ourselves. I am Circine, son of Haracene.\""
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*He shivered slightly, but not from the cold. There was a far off look in the young mans eyes, and they resembled glass for just a moment, as if it were a doll standing before the centaur rather than a man.* \n\"It's... It's fine, you couldn't have known...\" \n\n*The somber expression remained as he looked to Circine, though he made an attempt at a smile.* \n\n\"Saito, Ishikawa. It's a pleasure to meet you.\""
}
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{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa let the cold wind push the hair from his face, eyeing Circine as he sat next to him. The young man would also look up at the sky, the whispy clouds reflecting in the blue pools that were his eyes. His eyes watered a bit, and he nodded, murmuring quietly,* \n\n\"There's only so much time one has to appreciate it..\" \n\n*Ishikawa noticeably cringed at the mention of his family, taking his eyes from the sky fo a moment. He'd look out into the distance, not at anything in particular.* \n\n\"Yes, they're... Far from here.\""
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"As are mine... All the way in Tiai, would you believe it.\"\n*He flashed another smile at Ishikawa, glancing to him for a moment - looking away as he saw his eyes mist up.*\n\"My siblings must miss me... They were inseparable from me as young foals. Oh, how they bawled as I left...\"\n*He chuckled deeply, his warm voice tinged with sorrow as he reminisced.*\n\"How about you? I'm sure they miss you as well.\""
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa wouldn't turn back to him, trying to hide the pain in his eyes from the other. He had managed to keep his face neutral, but the eyes... The eyes were much harder to hide.* \n\n\"I... Have many siblings. Most of them left immediately upon coming of age.\" \n\n*For talking about family, there was a lack of care in his voice, as if they were more acquaintances than tied by blood.* \n\n\"...I doubt they do.\" \n\n*He frowned, looking straight ahead at the snow, sighing as a cloud formed in front of him.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"Oh... I'm sorry Saito, I didn't mean to...\"\n*Circine began an apology, but trailed off as he saw Ishikawa's expression. He knew torment when he saw it.*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa remained silent, staring at the ground with a somber expression. Soft powder whirled around them, being picked up by the wind, and he wouldn't move, until he began to fall forwards, stumbling. He had suddenly started to feel very dizzy, and the 'Macen' would hold his head, groaning.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"Father's hooves- Are you alright?\"\n*The centaur pressed as he watched him lurch forwards, reaching out to catch him - his ungainly body rooting him to the spot.*\n\"Are you feeling unwell?\""
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*He took a shallow breath, trying to steady himself. Everything spun around him, but this was normal, it would pass, he knew it would.. A small amount of blood began to trickle from his nose, but he didn't react. His expression was a grimace, but his voice remained unchanged.* \n\n\"I'm alright, this is- I'm used to it.\""
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"Used to it or not, if it's serious-\"\n*He cut himself off, rummaging through his satchels and producing a thin white cloth - offering it to Ishikawa, his eyebrows knitted with concern.*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*The Kitsune noticed the blood flowing from his nose, holding his hand up to his face. He'd let it run down to his chin and drip into his hand. The crimson liquid would stain the snow below, replacing the pure white. He looked over, about to say something as he rummaged, but closed his mouth as he was offered a cloth, gently taking it with his other hand. He mumbled quietly as he held it to his face.* \n\n\"Thank you.\""
}
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{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "\"You sure you're alright?\"\n*He asked again, his concern seeping into his voice as he shuffled closer, wondering what Ishikawa was doing out hunting in such a state.*"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Closing his eyes for a moment, he would take a few shallow breaths, centering himself. It was a struggle to open them again, and, when he did, his pupils looked far to small for only a second, before righting themselves. The blood would soon stop, but he wouldn't move the cloth from his face for a good amount of time afterwards, then letting his hand fall away, as he seemingly snapped back to reality, softly speaking,* \n\n\"I'm not sure I'm ever alright.\" \n*He'd shift his gaze around, before settling back on the ground, a bit ashamed he'd gotten to the point where a stranger saw him like this.*"
},
{
"author": "Circine Katale",
"message": "*The centaur sighed gently, glancing back to the downed beast, pondering on the abstract for a moment as he thought of how to respond to this situation.*\n\"A low point for you, then... Apologies, you needn't tell me more - I am but a stranger...\""
}
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The first strike would not connect, but the second one did. However, it wouldn't be nearly as powerful a strike as Oshi thought. Taking the blow, Urlon riposted against Oshikuru's blows.*\n``` Urlon takes 20 damage, but riposte's Oshikuru's attack for 10 damage. ```"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "*So he was going for another strike. In combat, he didn't try to block blows all the time; instead, he could take punishment, dealing far more in return. The demon takes both the initial and counterblow, but the demon strikes back, dealing far more damage.*\n\n```HP: 68/81 \nFocus: 5/7\nRage: 6\nDefense: (16) -1\nMovement: \nAttack 1: / 23 / 18 / ```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "``` The blow lands. Urlon takes 18 damage. \nREACTION PHASE OVER ```\n\n*Struck by the blow, Urlon backed up 1 tile, just out of reach of Oshikuru's weapon. He reared back before lunging with his halberd twice again with the aim to skewer and dazzle the demon in place.*\n``` Urlon spends two Focus to lunge at Oshikuru twice.\nAttack 1: 27 to hit. Crit. 14 Damage. Applies Rooted.\nAttack 2: 22 to hit. 6 Damage. Applies Confused. \nUrlon moves back one tile. Triggers OA. ```"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "*The demon felt the clash of steel against his helmet and the strike against his leg, aiming to prevent his movement and disorient him. As if that would stop him.*\n\n*Oshikuru lets out a yell, charging as if he had never been hit in the first place, taking two big swings at Urlon. The first hits true, dealing massive damage, but the second barely misses. Regardless, he knew that he was stronger.*\n```HP: 48/81 \nFocus: 3/7\nRage: 4\nDefense: (15) -2\nMovement: 1\nAttack 1: / 39 / CRIT 26, Stun / \nAttack 2: / Miss / /```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Urlon tries to parry the attack, but the force of the blow tears through his attempt. He takes damage, and ends up stunned.*\n``` Urlon parries 7 damage with 2 focus die. ```"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "*Using the opportunity attack Urlon gave him earlier, Oshikuru swings Recklessly.*\n```HP: 48/81 \nMana: / \nFocus: 3/7\nRage: 4\n\nMovement:\nAttack 1: / 27 / 16 / \nAttack 2: / / /```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "``` The opportunity attack lands. Urlon takes 16 damage. REACTION PHASE OVER. ```\n\n*Recoiling, Urlon takes a second to regather his focus. Once he did, he roared ferociously, surging with vitality. He lunged again, with the intent to root oshikuru in place, and entered a defensive stance shortly after.* \n``` Urlon spends one Focus to lunge at Oshikuru, then defends. \nAttack 1: 18 to hit, 16 damage. Roots Oshikuru. ```"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "*The demon moves in point blank towards Urlon, not letting him get away, before quickly making two more strikes.*\n\n*This opponent was strong. He lets out another yell, fighting back.*\n```HP: 52/81 \nReckless Attack, Heroic Tendency, Composed Attack\nFocus: 2/7\nRage: 3\n\nMovement:2\nAttack 1: / CRIT / 26 / \nAttack 2: / 22 / Miss /```"
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Urlon staggers back, obviously struck hard by the blow, despite his parry. He looks to be at his wits' end, but through the opening of his helmet, you could make out the sick crescent of a grin. It was apparent that he was enjoying the fight, though he was losing. It was all he could do to stay standing at this point.*\n``` Urlon parries for 9 damage. ```\n\n``` Reaction phase over ```\n\n*Seeing that Oshikuru chose to not press the attack, Urlon stopped. He heaved over, using his halberd as a support - the only thing keeping him from collapsing. Coughing up blood, he barely managed to raise his head as he faced his foe, though not with a look that entreated mercy.*\n\n\"Warrior,\" *He began, struggling to form words.* \"Why have you faltered?\""
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"I simply wish for one last look upon my opponent.\"\n\n*Oshikuru slams his tetsubo into Urlon once more, striking him hard in the chest. The followup swing misses, but that doesn't matter. He had won.*\n\n```29 to attack, 16 damage```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*He dies unceremoniously. Oshikuru wins.* \n``` Quest (Encounter?) Complete. 40 EXP and 3000 Silver rewarded ```"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "*The demon takes his golden helmet as a trophy.*"
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{
"author": "pinkschultzy",
"message": "*The library. I'm not esteemed enough to know the description of said library, although I can certainly pretend like I am. The exterior was covered in moss and vines, nothing major, although it was apparent that upkeep wasn't entirely their biggest concern. Instead, the architecture of the seemingly old building more than made up for it. With a large wooden door lying under a Voussior with two interlaced arches on either side, hiding their own ornate windows which bled light into the library. The design of the building was entirely Broque in nature, despite its' well meaning (and even humble) intentions inside.*\n\n*On the interior, it directly opened to an atrium. Immediately a smell of old books would hit the prospective reader once they entered the library. It mixed with the smell of Vinyl and oak of the wood that absolutely surrounded them, although it wasn't necessarily a bad smell. In the words of a weird twitter guy; 'She stinks, but she stinks good'. Back on topic, a couple of rows of book cases lined either side of the main 'walk way', with stair cases in the middle, on each side. It was a very quaint place for anyone coming from different kingdoms, however, it was a Middle Mentian book enjoyers quaint heaven. Such as one particular Silnari traveler, whom was haggeling with a librarian..*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Come on... Come on...\"*She uttered, flipping though pages of a rather thick book. Its pages remained faded with age, however still torn with use. Melody didn't typically look to reading about combat tactics, hardly seeing a purpose for them at all with her position in simply keeping the Capitol safe. Though after months of having to leave the place behind to search for her family, she had grown desperate enough to resort to the books to figure out what could have happened to them. She knew that at any point she could return to her duty under the assumption that they got away in time, but she hardly wanted to take that chance.\n\nShe let out an exasperated huff, slamming the book close in finding nothing other than siege related planning. Melody hardly knew why she even bothered in a world like this. The centuar rubbed her head tiredly, feeling the stress beginning to weigh down on her a bit. Earlier in the day she had decided to come here in hopes of her not running herself dry, constantly traveling all over Mentia. She hadn't even went into her Macen form for the library was so large that she figured it to be pointless. The Centaur knew she'd probably be here all day at the rate she was going at, and she hardly felt the books were worth it. \n\nIn her moment of silence, she picked up on some sounds coming from near the front. After a short debate, she decided to give herself a small break and began trotting over to noise. Her deer speckled back end seemed to stand out quite a bit from the normalcy of her human half, but it all felt natural to the centaur nonetheless despite how others questioned her. As she drew near to the source of it, she decided to stand up in a more authoritative way as she had grown used to during her training. Clearing her throat, she eventually asked the pair:*\"Is there a problem here?\""
},
{
"author": "Elizabeth Roquetelet",
"message": "*A fairly tall woman clad in a noble's clothes was talking to a book keeper.* *\"Listen, I don't see why the prices would be so high! Especially if they're just copies, you shouldn't have any problem selling them to me.. How's a library supposed to stay afloat with these price gouging's?\"* *This of course was what the woman was saying before Melody had approached. The two turned towards the halfie, the other clearly not budging on this 'issue'* \n\n\"No, No problem here.\" *She said with a sigh, haven given up.* \"Simply.. A discussion about trade, is all.\" *Elizabeth cut eyes at the other women, before returning to Melody.* \"I didn't disturb you, did I?- Allow me to apologize miss, I didn't mean to ruin your time here.\" *She bowed her head slightly, offering a small smile. In her arms were a couple books, one could presume those were the item of discussion given just how hard she was clutching them.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody looked the pair over for a bit, eventually allowing her posture to relax.*\"Right. I suppose you have, but it was probably for the best for my own sake.\"*She said, mostly to herself in regards to the interruption. With the woman offering a bow, Melody held out a hand for her to shake.*\"Melody Vander. Not often I meet someone so fanatic about books.\"*She said, passing a glance over to the librarian then to the books the woman held.*\"Must be a very good read. How much are they anyways?\""
},
{
"author": "Elizabeth Roquetelet",
"message": "*Elizabeth took her hand, shaking it.* \"Elizabeth Roquetelet.\" *She smiled.* \"Not necessarily fanatic.. Simply an enthusiast is all, and the books are in the 'range' of INSERT BIG NUMBER!!, not necessarily in my humble budget.\" *Elizabeth laughed at even the notion of buying them for that much, but, she seemed to haven letten go of it anyways.* \n\n\"I suppose you were here on personal matters?- If you'd allow me to accompany you.. Perhaps I could help you out on your trip here.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"My trip?\"*She asked in mild confusion before eventually letting out a light laugh.*\"I suppose you may think of me of a tourist of sorts, hm? Oh no, it's... Well more personal than that. I'm not too sure if you could be of much help to it. I'm hardly enough help to it myself.\"*The Centaur decides to switch off the subject, trying to return focus on why she was here exactly.*\"You wouldn't happen to know much about the specifics of the Mentian war would you?\"*She asked in a quieter tone, knowing just as well how much one side of Mentia was against another. It was hard to hide loyalties in a place that was so close to home. Why couldn't Mentia simply keep itself together?*"
},
{
"author": "Elizabeth Roquetelet",
"message": "*Elizabeth simply misspoke.. Meaning more so her trip to the library. But, I digress.* \"Well- It depends on what exactly you'd want to know about it.. I'm from the Silnarian empire, so I wouldn't know *Every* Detail- But! Go ahead.. I suppose that's why you came here, no?\" *Her grip on the book became calmer, not white knuckling it anymore.* \"What business do you have with the war that can't be found in these simple bookcases?\" \n\n*She sat the books down, leaning on the little desk of the receptionist. Fuck you Librarian, Elizabeth took pleasure in maybe displeasuring her.. Though, not like she'd actually admit it.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She let out a quiet sigh.*\"Familial business I suppose. It seems like the innocents are starting to be caught up in this.\"*Melody said to her after being notified of the woman's possible allegiance. She turned away from the librarian and continued along with the assumption of the lady following.*\"And unfortunately for me, that now involves some innocents that I deeply care for. I'm not too caught up on the tactics of war and what will become of them if they're fortunate enough to not be killed by it, but I've come here out of desperation to find out at this point.\"*She came to a stop, her posture more stiff with the words she had spoken hurting more than she wanted to let on.*"
},
{
"author": "Elizabeth Roquetelet",
"message": "*Elizabeth had followed, keeping slightly slower than Melody. She had stopped when the woman had, opening her mouth.. But.. Ultimately, choosing a different path of dialogue.* \"Forgive me for if I speak too harshly, but isn't such recourse simply.. Needless?\" *She cleared her throat, planning to elaborate.* \"War is.. *Mostly* Similar across the Mentian kingdoms there's a sort of.. Chivalry, may we call it?\" *Elizabeth offered Melody a smile.* \"I may dare say they'll turn out relatively well.. Barring some physical affects, of course.\" *She laughed just a little, the last line being meant as more so of a joke.. The mental image of some Centaur distraught over a soldier taking a potted plant being funny to her. Although, surely it couldn't have translated well.* \n\n\"Ugh- *Apologies, truly.*\" *She bowed her head once again, similar to the earlier apologies for her excessive volume.* \"Do allow me to assist you in whatever facet I can.. Close ties are the one thing that matter in this world anyways.\" *She laughed, trailing off into the silence she much preferred.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*The Centaur merely stared at her for a long while at her comment, eventually clutching her head at the thought of what could have become of her family.*\"Across Mentia sure, but there have been people from all over coming here just to take advantage of this war.\"*She said.*\"Some of which clearly lack moral values...\"*She lowered her hand away, feeling the thoughts begin to weigh down on her again to which she quickly just decided to shake it away.*\"I suppose it's too troubling of a feat to bring here... People hear enough of it on the daily. Anything on Mentia's history will do fine enough.\"*She eventually said with a sigh, deciding not to press the Silnari with questions of it in noticing that she was hardly more experienced about the warfare than the centaur was. The citizens didn't deserve to have to worry.*"
},
{
"author": "Elizabeth Roquetelet",
"message": "*Elizabeth sighed herself, too. She wasn't able to assist the centaur, not well enough anyways. Totally isn't because I had no clue about any of the war details..* \"Ah-Don't worry of it! Be assured, I'm a traveler.. So we may discuss whatever you may need.\" *It was the least Elizabrth could say, given her seemingly lack of knowledge on the subject.* \n\n\"However, don't feel as if I'm pressuring- I merely hope to assist you.\" *She paused.* \"Perhaps I'll learn something as well.\" *Elizabeth took one hearty breath, before looking around the book cases in which they had found themselves. She thought to ask what they were to do next, but she kept silent.*\n\n*Her eyes examined Melody's face, wondering what she felt. The centaur held herself together well, barely letting anything slip. Elizabeth wondered though when she would slip up, a question of whether that would happen coming to mind too.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody's shoulders went lax a bit as she looked back to the Silnari.*\"It's nothing for you to be concerned of. I suppose I've become quite focused on this one task I've hardly paid attention to much else going on around me.\"*She rubbed her chin in thought for a moment.*\"It's nice of you to try to assist me. Had I not known any better I'd assume you to be a librarian here.\"*She let out a laugh at the comment, eventually coming to a slow stop as she decided to not walk much further.*\"I suppose I've spend long enough in here. Some breath of fresh air would probably be better.\"*She tilted her head a bit upon eyeing the Silnari.*\"Would you like to join me. Perhaps going to get lunch or something?\""
},
{
"author": "Elizabeth Roquetelet",
"message": "*The Silnari was internally quite happy to be compared to a librarian. But besides that, she would probably agree.* \"Regroup and rethink.. I wouldn't suppose a lunch would hurt.\" *Elizabeth considered the impact on her wallet for only a moment.. Surely she had enough saved up. It came with a quick shrug, and a turn on her heel.* \"Let me return these books- Wait for me by the entrance\" *She paused* \"Best if you got some fresh air now.\" *With a small nod signifying her bowing out for the meanwhile, Elizabeth walked off in a random direction, presumably heading back for a librarian.* \n\n*And so, after a minute or two, Elizabeth returned with nothing in her arms. She had lost her own little battle against the Librarians- But! That was alright. There was sure to be dozen more smaller libraries, or smaller families that had books to give or sell.* \"Shall we? I'm not from this area.. So you'll have to show me around- If you don't mind.\" *She said with a small smile. It would be fun! Elizabeth would be enjoying herself, especially with her new found acquaintance leading her about.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody gave a nod in response, heading to the exit and waiting there while Elizabeth ran off to return her books. After a short while, Melody found herself re-accompanied by the Silnari.*\"We shall.\"*She said in response to her question with a dip of her head, a light smile forming at the idea of her needing to take the lead of the place. Although she didn't originate from this part of Mentia specifically, she had found herself wandering the same streets long enough to have a decent idea of the area.*\"I know of this place that makes pretty nice burritos. Have you ever tried one before? It was a first for me coming back this way, but it sure did wonders on the nerves for a while.\"*She said, thinking back on it rather fondly.*\"Pretty filling as well.\""
}
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{
"author": "Storyteller",
"message": "_ _\n***Ramul Ta Travel Guide Special Edition - Eleanor's Middle Mentia Journal***\n \n```Renowned as the land where wind blows, Middle Mentia was once a place of tranquil and idyllic nature. Its landscape is lush and green, rolling hills take turns with high and steep cliffs. Along the plains and plateau, numbers of settlements stood far and wide composed by half-timbered houses and windmills.\n \nThe skirmishes and conflicts, stemming from claims of the true crowns, had shifted its atmosphere. Alongside the threats of beastkins, tensions are strewn about all borders of the country. Although, the land and people within itself remained to enjoy a relative peace. Hums of both jolly and ephemeral nature floats along the breeze, caressing beds of Dandelion and Anemone flowers. They are exceedingly common in the region.\n \nAs such, one who refers to themselves as a prim and proper traveller shouldn't miss the joy of seeing this land with their own eyes. From the legacy of the ever-so-famous Knights of Firmament, to the exquisite traditional wines and ciders that I, personally find as endearing.. A local phrase might well describe what Middle Mentia is all about.\n \nMea libertas meus canor-```\n\n_ _\n\"-My freedom is my song.\"\n \n*A hoarse voice said, interrupting your thoughts. Until a second ago, it was focused on an edition of a magazine published for the public by the adventurer guild. Incidentally, this special issue included a short travelling journal of Eleanor Rosmontis, the travelling merchant. One of them covers her experiences in Middle Mentia. It is the land which the double drawn horses wagon that carries you along is currently marching in.*\n \n\"That's pretty much what the people of Middle Mentia like to say to tourists to sound fancy. Bah, freedom this, freedom that. It's true that them–\" *The source of the voice, a middle-aged coachman of this wagon, pointed towards a castle on the East. It was a fort which you had just passed a few minutes ago, known as the **Quednupaz Castle**. Even at this distance, its banner of four dragons can be seen clearly under the midday sun.*\n \n\"–the knights always keep both the nobles and the ruler in check. But too much freedom would only dim your wit, make you lax, and no jobs can get done. Not that I hate them, no, no. Everyone should have freedom. But bollocks, respectfully sire, bollocks. I have a cousin-in-law who moved here. And by god, the next thing I know he was singing his damn song and poetry all day, bottle in one hand. They need more discipline I say! When I was his age-\"\n\n_ _\n*The coachmen continue to talk in the background. As you observed your surrounding, the first thing that most likely will catch your eye would be the tall, rocky edges of the **Stormjaw Gorge**. The valley is enclosed by the mountains which trails from both north and south, forming a natural border for Middle and East Mentia.*\n \n*The goods wagon of a small caravan which you are currently hitchhiking in rocked lightly, following along on its rearmost. In conjunction with the steady pace of the horses, birches and fir trees seemed to move along in the opposite direction. Some parts of the plains show a sign of deforestation, albeit not too heavily.*\n \n*In the distance, dozens of miles in front of you, you can see the **City of Voznupaz**. Built on a flat plateau, its walls are surrounded by intersections of rivers. As expected, large windmills seemingly also stood tall within the city. They spun calmly alongside the easy gust. It sways a few mint and anemone flower beds nearby, revealing a small figure of a white rabbit. Its floppy ears stood as it hopped left and right behind the wagon's tail.*\n_ _\n\n_ _\n\"En passant, sire.\" *The coachmen chimed, seemingly finished with his little story. He twirled his long moustache.*\n \n\"I haven't had the chance to ask when you asked for a ride, but what brings you to this place? We are certainly happy because you offered to protect our caravan in exchange, but you seemed to be... Highly overqualified to be a simple sellsword. I might sound arrogant, but I'm quite confident in judging someone's capability.\" *He laughed heartily.*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "At the back of the wagon, the flame-bearded Siuian reclining on the left side of the wagon bed in a cross-legged position chuckled in good-humor, left hand idly picking at at the tail light-brown chaperon, while his right hand pressed a closed manuscript into his black-robed lap.\n\nHis crimson eyes turned to the coachman, before he spoke cheerily. \n\n\"Well, my good man, you have sharp eyes indeed! Of course, I wouldn't dare call myself highly overqualified- not when I've actually had a middling career as a sellsword, but-\"\n\nLeaning in, his voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper.\n\"An old Freefencing friend of mine has invited me to Shaslandi to give instruction as a master!\""
},
{
"author": "Storyteller",
"message": "\"Aah, the Freefencer of Saint Brandr?\" *The coachman turned his head to look towards the road once again.*\n \n\"Yes, yes, glorious bands of heroes and adventurers, they are. I wouldn't fancy myself as a duelist, but I know a thing or two about fencing, you see. Though, my eyes are far more steady on the betting board.\"\n \n*He leaned his stocky body back in turn, creaking the wooden seat while speaking in the same secretive manner.*\n \n\"But a **Master**? Good jolly, my wagon has never been in the presence of someone so notorious. Hahaha! We can really be rest assured with Sire Fidres presence here.\"\n_ _\n\n_ _\n***Whooosh!!***\n \n*A blur of white whizzed in front of their eyes in the spur of the moment as they both talked. It looks like something has jumped from the back of the open cart, entering the goods wagon like a zooming arrow from a distance. The silvery-white.. Thing hopped around chaotically, similar to a loose rubber ball. It knocked one of the expensive vases that sat on the corner.*\n \n\"What in the gods na-\"\n \n*The coachman's eyes widened as he witnessed that. Promptly, he jerked his torso backwards to catch the falling vase with his hands. Quite an impressive display, for him to be able to balance his legs to take rein in the place of his hands, considering his protruding, round belly.*\n \n***Bonk!!!***\n\n_ _\n\"Ouch.\"\n \n*A soft, feminime voice can be heard at the end of the commotion. It certainly doesn't belong to any of them. After he fixed the position of the vase, the coachmen's eyes gazed warily on what was currently lying on the floor. He retakes the reins with one of his hands, but almost his entire body is turned to see what is happening inside the wagon.*\n \n\"What devilry is this!?\"\n \n*On the wagon's floor, lies what looked like a rabbit. It rubbed its head, covered in white fur as the rest of its body. It looks like its head has bumped into one of the cargo boxes as it hopped around earlier. After shaking away the dizziness, it hopped once again to the wagon bed, across the side where the Fencer is sitting.*\n \n\"Which one of you is Master Kohm Fidres?\" *The rabbit says as if it was the most natural thing in the world, ignoring what had just happened.*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"Well, notorious isn't quite the right word for it, and I can't say that I'm deserving of the acclaim attached to the title... But I'll do my best if it comes down to it!\"\n\nThe man pulled his head back slowly, turning a sedate gaze unto the rolling hills of verdant green. \n\n\"A thing or two about fencing, eh? Well, I suppose even with the Knights keeping the roads safe, no one can't only rely on them and the grace of the gods to keep us safe. Hahah! Now, betting board, eh? What do you like to hedge your bets up-\"\n\n\"Ugh, that would be me, young... Rabbit?\"\n\nThe now named Kohm Fidres groaned as picked his back from the edge of the wagon bed with his right hand, having collided stiffy with the wood due to the sudden commotion the rabbit had wrought.\n\n\"Bah, my back. And I was having such a fine time too.\" \n\nGroaning as he sat himself upright, tensing his back muscles to ease pain, he then placed his full attention on the rabbit with an slightly irate expression as he crossed his arms.\n\n\"You could stand to be a bit more subtle with your approach, instead of stirring up such a racket. Any more and I would have thought it an hostile action. Anyway, what is it?\"\n\nSquinting at the rabbit as he leaned in, he continued with a mutter.\n\n\"Hmmph. A courier, I presume?\"\n\nA skilled one, at that. Transformation magic and the ability to intercept a caravan mid-route were priced skills in the business. \n\nWhat manner of mail required the services of such an individual to reach him in a timely manner? Curious.\n\n\"Well, if that's the case what do you have to offer?\""
},
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"author": "Storyteller",
"message": "\"Courier you say?\" *The coachmen said in disbelief. He can no longer look behind though, as he needs to keep the wagon's track stable after that commotion.*\n \n\"Correct. But jumping spells are hard to control in this form, you see.\"\n \n*With a puff, the figure of the rabbit is briefly shrouded in white smokescreen, like those used by wandering magicians. Ahem, tricks magician.*"
},
{
"author": "A. Archisorte",
"message": "\"Let's see..\"\n \n*In its place, a figure of a young woman appeared, sitting on the wagon bed. She has an innocent– or rather, an oblivious and expressionless face. Completely ignoring the irritation displayed by both of the men, she focused on finding the delivery inside her mail bag.*\n \n\"A parcel from 'a friend' with an attached letter, they requested express delivery. And another, from Voznupaz, by the name of Sir Otto Randel.\"\n \n*She handed both of the letter and the parcel to Kohm.*\n \n*The first letter is written on a high-grade parchment. The handwriting is very elegant and ladylike, and one would catch the lovely whiff as they open the perfumed paper. The parcel itself is a small decorated chest, seemingly quite expensive. The content is as follow:*\n\n_ _\n```Master Kohm Fidres,\n \nYour recent return has not gone unnoticed. I wholeheartedly happy for your timely recovery.\n \nI hope that this land, Middle Mentia, will treat you well. In the right heart, I believe so.\n \nA humble present that I created myself, a token of welcoming is attached. I pray that it may be of help, and that you find it to your liking.\n \nI hope that the day when we can finally meet once again will arrive soon.\n \nSincerely,\n \nA friend.```\n \n*The second letter is also written on a good quality parchment, albeit more rugged than the first one. The handwriting consists of strong and rigid lines, speaking much of the sender's characters. The content as follow:*\n \n```Old Friend,\n \nI thought that you kicked the bucket off somewhere, but as expected, you won't go down that easily huh?\n \nI heard from the other old bastards that you decided to return to the guild. Bah, put those wankers aside and visit Voznupaz for a drink with your best buddy first, aye?\n \nAs you might have known, I ran a little school here. Drilling the younguns, trying to prevent them from running headfirst to a wurm.\n \nMight as well also add you into the fray of the teacher, if you're interested. None of that interview or whatnot.\n \nDon't worry about finding me. I'd know it when you enter the city.\n \nSincerely,\n \nOtto Randel```\n\n_ _\n*The courier seemed to be in no hurry to leave. She fixed the position of her hat, as it was slightly tilted after she transformed earlier. It has ear flaps and white fur, the same colour with her long, straight hair. Called as an ushanka in foreign tongue, the headwear is, as expected, used to protect one from the cold.*\n \n\"....\"\n \n*She stares silently ahead at Kohm as he reads the letter. Her blue eyes twinkled from the radiance of midday sun, posing no particular expression.*"
},
{
"author": "Storyteller",
"message": "\"Ye done, lass? Get off then.\" *The coachman grumbled.*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"A 'friend'...And old Otto, I suppose.\"\n\nKohm muttered to himself as he swiftly received the letters and parcel from the courier with one smooth motion, before laying it in front of him.\n\n\"Could it be something urgent?\"\n\nPicking up the first letter, his eyebrows immediately floated upwards, pushed by the scent of perfume drifting into his sinuses.\n\nTenatively, rough fingers unravelled the smooth parchment, before fiery eyes laid upon the dainty cursive.\n\nWith each second passed and every line finished, the further his eyebrows rose, until they seemed to touch his skyline, like red clouds at dawn.\n\nGingerly, he then closed the letter, having internalised every single heartfelt word, then-\n\n\"Do I know this person?\"\n\nHe murmured to himself, eyebrows knotted in deep concentration as he embarked through his hall of memories in search for an answer, that he, for the life of him, could not narrow down in any nook or cranny.\n\nHis memory wasn't all that bad, he figured- he was old, sure, but nowhere enough where age would be such a pressing concern.\n\nYet, while a sense of familiarity did indeed pervade the whole letter from the moment he picked it up, no specifics came to mind throughout his perusal of it. \n\nAnd it did perplex him so, considering the person writing to him seemed to know him well enough to not even bother writing down their name, trusting that he would know immediately. \n\nAs if they were the truest of friends, in fact.\n\nUnfortunately, if he knew one, he was surely a sorely bad one. And thus, as he sat on the wagon, wracking his head, he felt a peculiar mixture of embarrassment and guilt rise in his chest.\n\nSquashing his disconcertment for the time being, he laid down the letter with a carefully neutral expression, before moving on the next one.\n\nThe sturdy parchment crackled under his touch, only the simple, woody fragrance of fresh paper rising to his nostrils as the letter unfurled. \n\nThe moment the crisp, strong-handed wording came into view, a smile rose to his face unbidden, and relief seemed to finally come to rescue his brow from the skies.\n\n\"Ah, old Otto. Never change, you bastard.\"\n\nShaking his head, he quickly skimmed through it with full confidence, practically knowing each proceeding line without actually reading it. \n\nIf there was anyone he could call a true friend, it would be Otto. In fact, there was practically little need for the contents of the letter, which was almost a formality despite ironically being so informal- Otto could send a single word and he would still understand immediately what the joke was referencing.\n\nWell, probably not literally. He would then be faced with the question of which of their many experiences and misadventures were actually being referenced, at least up until he ambushed Otto at their old drinking spot to interrogate him for the answer.\n\nWith that greeting done and settled, and his spirits considerably lifted after his brow was brought back to the earth, he was then left with only the main course to focus upon- namely, the pretty little box laid in front of him.\n\nFrowning, trepidition returned in no small amount as he remembered that this was what his unknown 'friend' had gifted him. Taking a deep breath, he steadily raised the lacquered wood lid of the miniature chest, and peered in..."
},
{
"author": "A. Archisorte",
"message": "*The courier girl puts her mail bag comfortably on her side. She also peeked at Kohm, as he opened the chest with innocent curiosity. It seems that she really doesn't have any intention to make her way out.*\n\n\"I'll get down in the next city.\" *She replied coolly to the coachmen without looking.*\n\n*The content of that decorated chest itself is revealed to be a certain tinkery. That itself should be obvious by intricate details of miniature cogs and other mechanisms she can't quite place the name of— hundreds in numbers, through the circular glass dial*\n\n\"That's a pretty watch.\" *The tone of her voice is flat, but her words seemed genuine.*\n\n*The watch is a pocket watch. It has a silver plating decorated with Mentian-esque dragon engraving on its flap, and miniature crown on the fob. A chain is attached to allow it to be secured to a waistcoat, lapel, or belt loop.*\n\n\"Hmm..\"\n\n*The girl tilted her head. She recognizes the hand which would probably show the time of the day, but there are also other hands and engraving of numbers with a function that's hard to deduce simply by a glance. The thing gives her the impression that whoever puts them together should be a really smart person with exceptionally steady hands.*"
},
{
"author": "Storyteller",
"message": "*The coachman glanced briefly at the gift and nodded, also admiring the piece for a few seconds, before turning her head towards the girl with a frown in his face. He doesn't look too happy on the notion of carrying her along, but ultimately, he simply sighed and turned his attention back on the road.*\n\n\"Well, we have a spare room to use anyway. Don't make any more trouble.\""
},
{
"author": "A. Archisorte",
"message": "\"Oh, even if you look like one, you're surprisingly not a bad guy hm?\"\n\n*'Surprisingly', as the coachman really does look like the type of rich merchant that would give 1/10 of his piece of bread to a street orphan and would still grumble.*\n\n*That or those who evade tax.*\n\n*'Who looks like an evil but charming nobleman you brat?' He retorted in the background, replied by the delivery girl with 'I never said that.' As they bicker, Kohm would notice that if he inspected the watch closer, he would be able to tell that it runs on a magical crystal. That, and the fact that the very piece itself also functions as an arcane-enhancing amulet.*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm blinked rapidly as he picked up the watch using his right hand, with an almost inperceptible tremble.\n\n\"By wyrm's ballsacks... This is no mere watch.\" He murmured, unconsciously answering Archisorte's question as he conscientiously rotated it to inspect the workings. \n\nAnd indeed, it was not. This work of artifice was no mere utilitarian thing by a common engineer- and even the lowiest of them were skilled in natural philosophy, for that was the basis of the craft. No, it was *Sui generis* - one of a kind, that is- an almost extravagant *Objet d'art* From the sheer spirit-like artisanry and machine-like craftsmanship poured into this object. \n\nThe machining was precise to a hair's width, thousands of moving parts moving seamlessly without resistance while simultaneously, perhaps almost paradoxically, held together tightly. The crystal lattice an intricate, winding weave in perfect geometrical patterns, powering a myraid of features ranging from calendar to lunar clock to *Arcane foci*...\n\nEven the more mundane aspects like the carvings were appreciable by any master artisan, much less a layperson. This was the sort of thing that even artists sponsored by nobility wouldn't be able to reliably come up with- it was a masterwork that surely required some thunderclap of inspiration.\n\nIn fact, countless artificers would surely be content if this were to be their magnum opus. And yet it was placed here. In front of him. As a mere gift. From a 'friend' who he didn't even know. \n\nJust like that.\n\n\"Hoooo...\"\n\nLetting a trail of air escape his windpipe, he cradled his forehead, feeling a headache from the weight of the gift set in. Even for an old fart like him, this was just way too much to take in for the moment.\n\nPicking up the watch, he meticulously fit it into his wrist, his grip on it not loosening until it was perfecly in plce. A smidget of mana channeled, then-\n\nThe mechanism twirled and a crystal unfurled. From the bottom of the watch a segment popped with nought but the smooth turning of cogs, revealing a magical crystal that thrummed even with the experimental droplets of mana poured into it.\n\nKohm was now well and truly speechless, his eyes and mouth so open they were practically invitations for flies to roost.\n\n\"I... Lets see\"\n\nHe turned his hand over, initiating a basic weave.\n\nSmooth like butter, the pieces fell into place without requiring much input, as if the watch was practically doing all the work for him.\n\nThe miniature image of a swirling whirlpool quickly snapped into place upon his supinated left palm, every bit as real as it could be, were it not for the minor fact that it was ultimately an intangible illusion.\n\nThen, it was dispelled just as quickly as it was formed. With just as much ease, if not more.\n\nFor his own part, Kohm was utterly absorbed by his watch, completely tuning out the otherwise amusing bickering between Archisorte and the coachman, or any reaction they might have had to his impromptu weave.\n\nHe was not mesmerised, mind, but the entirety of his conscious was certainly concentrating on the many unresolved questions that were brought up to mind by the mere existence of this object and the context under which it reached his hand."
},
{
"author": "A. Archisorte",
"message": "*For the first time, the delivery girl widened her eyes as Kohm initiated a magical weave over the watch. Her lips opened slightly in awe, bringing herself to the edge of the seat to look at it closely. For one, she doesn't quite understand what he was doing as she is no connoisseur in arcane instruments. But nonetheless, it's still a fascinating display*\n\n\"So pretty..\" *She muttered with a glimmering eyes.*\n\n\"What is that?\"\n\n*She tilted her head while staring at the watch itself. It is evident that it has a myriad of other functions, but there seems to be something more special contained— something beyond the realm of time-telling devices, and Kohm understood that.*"
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{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm blinked, tilting his head toward Archisorte as her words brought him out of his contemplation with some amount of surprise.\n\nHaving been absorbed by the watch's workings, which being arcane in both senses of the word, had truly taken him in, his attention had been quite a distance away from the amusing back and forth that had been going on in the background. \n\nAnd thus as his consciousness was reeled back into reality, only now did his senses internalise her presence, having subconsciously assumed that she had left a while back, as most couriers logically would.\n\n\"Why are you...\" Despite his best efforts, he couldn't help but stare for a bit, before awkwardly, if inquisitively turning towards the coachman.\n\nRegardless of the answer given, it seemed that he was not one to leave an earnest question hanging as he turned back, exhaling the barest of sighs.\n\n\"Well...\" He started, his first instinct to underplay the value of the gift to avoid drawing attention- before realising in the proceeding second that the horse had long bolted.\n\nHaving scrutinized the watch for so long and even channeling magic through it in a public display, it was clear as day that it was no ordinary toy even to an abject fool, and he would himself be one if he tried to conceal it, which was more likely to draw suspicion if anything.\n\nLetting his brow drift upward in relaxation, and pursing his lips slightly, he resigned himself.\n\n\"Well, its a watch. A remarkable work of artifice, given by a friend of mine.\" \n\nThat he didn't know, aside from their own word, he wisely left out.\n\n\"Not only can it tell the time, it has a suite of other functions.\" He continued, making scarce any needless elaboration as to what those features were. \n\nKohm then tapped the surface of the watch with emphasis. \"For example, as you have just witnessed, it can act as a casting tool!\""
},
{
"author": "Storyteller",
"message": "\"I hope you don't mind, sire.\" *The coachman said without looking back.*\n \n\"There is a spare room for one more passenger, and I suppose attempting to kick her out would be a chore. This gal said that she would drop off in the next city.\""
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"author": "A. Archisorte",
"message": "\"Hmm..\"\n \n*The girl considers the answer given to her for a moment, as if judging whether they satiate her curiosity or not. Fortunately, she resigned to her neutral sitting position. Deceptively from her poker face, she was actually quite impressed by the apparatus. Though soon, her eyes shifted its attention from the watch towards Kohm himself.*\n \n\"Uncle, are you a famous person?\"\n \n*She promptly throws such a question without hesitation or reservation to the stranger. A part of her thoughts drifted, remembering the time where she received the delivery requests of both letters, a few days ago. She doesn't know who the sender was. It was quite a painful job, as there is no address given, only general direction and description of his face. But it is clear that the senders knew where he would appear.*\n \n\"There are not many people asking for this type of delivery, since it's expensive.\"\n \n*\"And looking at the quality of the parchments and gift.. It wouldn't be strange if it's originated from the nobles.\" She continued silently in her mind. Her gaze locked with the fire macen's.*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"I suppose it can't be helped, then.\" \n\nKohm sighed, before blinking as a question abruptly hurtled his way.\n\n\"Huh? Well...\"\n\nKohm had to admit that he was slightly taken him off guard by the suddeness of it- not that he wasn't expecting such a question with his accidental display of affluence, merely that it would be espoused in such a direct manner, without regard of the usual sensitivity around such matters. Archisorte's stoic expression even as her mouth spoke so bluntly certainly didn't help matters.\n\nOn the other hand, maybe he should have anticipated it, considering the blatant lack of regard already on display on her part previously, especially with how she tormented his poor back with her landing strategy... Not that he was expecting the utmost grace, but wasn't there a minimum standard for the ettiquette of couriers?!\n\nRegardless, he eventually found the words to respond with.\n\n\"I suppose I did make a small name for myself in the distant past, though it's been a long time since then... Hmm.\"\n\nFrowning to himself as he formulated his follow up to the subtext behind Archisorte's second statement, he reluctantly continued.\n\n\"Though, it is true that I still have a number of friends made from that time, who may or may not come from high places.\"\n\nEven when clearly pushed, Kohm simply responded with general statements- a clear path to answers to the questions posed, while not directly confirming anything and definitely not revealing an iota more.\n\nAfter all, there wasn't any reason for him to say more than what was needed to satisfy a weird stranger's curiosity, and have them come to their own conclusions, was there?\n\nBesides, even if he stated the truth, it would probably seem too fantastical to be believed anyway.\n\nWho was going to believe that a random seeming traveller was friends with the headmaster of the prestigious military academy of the knights and didn't even know the person who sent him such a prestigious gift?!\n\nCertainly not himself, if he weren't that very random traveller."
},
{
"author": "A. Archisorte",
"message": "\"I see.\" *She answered shortly. Any speck of interest that might exist is might as well be absent from her face.*\n \n*Of course, a minuscule chance – if even any at all – that Kohm would know that amongst her peers of couriers, Archisorte is widely regarded as a 'special' case. The swiftness of her delivery is nothing less than top-notch. A noteworthy achievement, she also holds the record of the fastest delivery time in the branch she worked for.*\n \n*Yes, all of the things stated above are undeniable truths. However, as the law of the world dictated it, for each advantage something possesses, there should exist parallel tradeoffs. In this case, conforming with that law of equivalent exchange, God has hammered down a peculiar semblance of airheaded eccentricity to follow this young woman's wake.*\n \n\"Of course, you wouldn't choose a funny name like 'long-armed ifrit', for instance when 'making a name for yourself' right?\"\n\n_ _\n*Archisorte remarked. When she received these letters from her boss before, he might or might have not mentioned that name to her. It's hard to remember exactly, but the senders might have noted to her boss that the courier could confirm the identity of the receiver by uttering that name, just in case... Or maybe she just misremembered it.*\n \n\"Ha ha, I mean, who would have a 14 years old syndrome-esque name like that? I would be totally embarrassed if anyone called me with that name lolol. Of course, must've remembered it wrong.\" *She puts her hand in front of her lips, as she laughs with a monotone voice and expression. It's hard to tell whether she finds the topic as genuinely funny or not. Even so, one with discerning eyes would probably be able to find her somewhat ~~kusogaki~~ bratty nature through that laugh.*\n \n\"..You looks like a veteran to me, uncle.\" *She said. It wasn't a hard deduction, by simply looking closely at Kohm's appearance and bearings.*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm's face remained stoic, but with each passing line his face slowly, almost imperceptibly started to redden in tone, with each seemingly unrelated comment making his pursed lips twitch, as he snuck an eye to check on the coachman, seemingly for unrelated reasons.\n\nBut despite the rather strange developments regarding the colour and activities of his visage, as a whole Kohm was in fact, for the most part, much more calm seeming than when dealing with the previous antics of the courier. \n\nWas it because he was not the direct target? Or could it be because of his expectations of the courier's conduct dipping to such a level where he could come to expect anything? Only Kohm knew for sure.\n\nCoughing politely, Kohm responded tersely. \"I've suppose I've been around about, yes. Afterall, there is plenty of work that needs to be done around these parts.\"\n\nAnd indeed, general as the statement was, it was also correct. There were many possible ways one could get involved in the unrest all around the place, especially in a combative manner. \n\nThere is no end to the demand of blades and hands willing to wield them after the splitting of the Mentian empire, afterall.\n\n\"Interesting that you've heard that name, though.\" Geniune surprise blossomed on Kohm's face as he made mention of that tibhit. \"Where did you hear that? It's been quite a while since I've heard it.\" \n\nAs the question left his lip, his eyes seemed to become rapt with attention, much comparable to a insider hearing news regarding a notable figure within the trade."
},
{
"author": "Storyteller",
"message": "*\"Dear God~ The only thing I ask of you, is to hold her when I'm not around~ When I'm much too far away~\"*\n \n***Fortunately** For Kohm, the coachmen seem to be focusing on what is in front of him whilst drowned in his own quiet singing. And one must say, he's quite the singer.*\n \n*The carriage swayed lightly as they came into a small slope. On the side of the window, they are able to see a large embankment of clear river — headwaters far behind, from Ditwejik. Its bubbling stream travels laterally by the road leading to Voznupaz.*"
},
{
"author": "A. Archisorte",
"message": "\"I've suppose I've been around about, yes. Afterall, there is plenty of work that needs to be done around these parts.\"\n \n\"....\"\n \n*She pondered silently. The never-ending conflict is a matter which weighs upon the shoulder of every citizen of Mentia. At least, everyone who is not a mere witless oxen. Both of her palms are intertwined together on her lap, in similar manner when one would normally pray.*\n \n\"Interesting that you've heard that name, though.\"\n \n*Archi raised her eyebrows at his words. Reiterating, it was a vague memory which she didn't pay attention to – the instruction from her instructor, that drove that name to seep into her ears. It was intended for additional details in the account; she might find it too difficult to find the figure of a matching description.*\n \n\"..So that was really you.\"\n \n*Her face turned into an OxO shape, as her eyes awkwardly trailed sideways towards the open end of the carriage. Kohm's words had confirmed that what she heard is not her mere imagination, nor a silly term conjured by erroneous recollection. It was in fact, a real nickname. The alias of whom should rightfully receive these letters — the old man in front of her.*\n_ _\n\n_ _\n\"Pardon me. It's okay, L-long.. Armed if.. Ifrit is a good name. Yes.\" *Her gaze returned back towards Kohm. She struggles to say it with a straight face. It feels as if she is currently uttering the most heinous lie in her life.*\n \n\"Regardless, I hope that you would still leave a 5 star review for me.\"\n \n*The girl uttered that coolly, without remorse. It is as if she believes that she would naturally receive a perfect review if she hadn't said anything about the nickname. The memories of bunny cannonball seemed to be wiped clear out of her consideration.*\n \n\"Are you here to help us, uncle?\"\n \n*The blue colour in her eyes seemed to shine deeper as she asked that question. Her tone, albeit seemingly emotionless, contains a certain innocent and hopeful echoes within it.*\n \n\"I hope that these wars can soon end..\" *She turned her head away to the open end again.*\n \n\"That way, there would be less of us, pitiable children in this world.\"\n \n*Archisorte's voice trailed off, as though she was talking to herself, staring towards the rolling mountains and hills. Her thoughts fly back towards her home, an orphanage run by a kind sister. She wondered how her little brother and sisters were doing. Many of them, including herself, had lost their parents and home. It was the direct result of countless skirmishes and pillaging throughout the years.*"
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{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.\" Kohm said with a perfectly straight face as Archisorte ended her spree of mental assaults with an outrageous demand .\n\nIf there were veins popping from the side of his forehead, it was simply because he had too much salt for dinner last night.\n\nA few additional seconds of watching Archisorte's internal struggle later, he relented with a sigh.\n\n\"Fine, you've got the right person.\" Kohm started, holding up a finger to forestall any interruptions.\n\n\"For the record, names are not picked, they are bestowed. And as with everything in life, there is a component of luck to things. Damned beastkin...\" He muttered, suppressing the moodiness in his tone to limited success.\n\nThen Archisorte's next words fell upon him like a basin of cold water.\n\nHis moodiness was immediately washed but morosity rushed in at the topic that had been brought up.\n\nLetting out a deep exhale, he did not immediately respond to her question, instead digging into a nearby pack.\n\n\"Have you had lunch yet? It must have been a lengthy and hurried trip.\"\n\nHis hand emerged with a hidebound sack, tightly bound with a leather strap. What was most perculiar was the red magical circle with a simple tetrahedron centered within it, smelling faintly of dried alder sap."
},
{
"author": "A. Archisorte",
"message": "*Archisorte shook her head innocently, to answer the query about lunch. She hasn't even had breakfast yet.*\n \n*Her mind is still at his pronounced veins from before. She stared dagger at him. That, in addition to his earlier reddened face has confirmed her suspicion. Could it be that Kohm... Suffers from an increased blood pressure? Her brows slightly curved downward by the millimetres in sympathy – it's a malady which haunts a lot of elderly like him. Must be a pain to deal with.*\n \n\"Remember not to put too much salt in your food, uncle. You're old.\" *She said with a thumbs up. Somehow, it came across like a diss.*\n \n*Although it might be imperceptible to most, the young girl seemed to be a little more... Expressive than when she first cannonballed inside the carriage. She rocks both of her feet lightly, back and forth. Whilst remaining stone-faced, some colour can be traced on the surface of her soft, pinchable cheeks. It differs from her previously pale and unblemished – snow white skin.*\n \n*Maybe she is slowly adjusting to the company of strangers. Perhaps she is comfortable with the way Kohm treats her, even with her antics. Who knows?*\n \n\"What is that?\"\n \n*She tilted her head to the side. Her eyes twinkled curiously, observing what appears to be a magical inscription. The scent originating from that sack is quite familiar. It almost smells like a remedy her neighbourhood grandma often concocts to treat children when they have diarrhoea.*"
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{
"author": "Berdetak",
"message": "_In the village of Flüsternder Wald inhuman and human races roam on generally peaceful terms. Primarily populated by those who bring in coin or are looking for assistance after a battle. This village is small only occupying around 20 buildings most of which are just homes for those too old to continue on anywhere else. The businesses' are however quite large and usually resemble mansions or lodges as the primary export of this village is lumber, of course because they are surrounded by it. There is also a river around a mile away from the primary village with a lumber mill called Sahzahn upon it. If you want a peaceful environment but also want something to do, this is the place to be, and who knows, you might find some secrets that hide away in this quaint little village._\n\n_Currenty Berdetak is having a relaxing sculpting session in his shop with a log of pine, making a set of bowls and utensils. He's about 80% done with the \"Log\" As it is now two bowls and a large spoon and a ladle._"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel gradually made his way into the village, riding along the frosted ground atop his steed. It was different than the one he brought last time, a lot more built for dexterity unlike his previous horse that he used to bring some of the things he bought from here home. He was looking for one place in particular and as his gaze fell upon the shop, he urged his horse onwards and hopped off as it came to a stop. The Silnari wore a blue overcoat, something similar in design to the last, but different in coloring to fit the colder weather. He makes his way to the door, opening it up as a cold draft quickly flooded inside. It didn't take long to notice the familiar beastkin, which caused him to grin in turn.*\"Long time no see.\"*He said to him causally, allowing the door to shut behind him to close off the cold air.*\"Working on something new?\""
},
{
"author": "Berdetak",
"message": "\"It has been some time hasn't it _he says in an excited strong tone_ I'm working on a set of bowls and some utensils, someone came in yesterday looking for some wooden bowls and spoons so they made an order and here I am now.\" _He continues on the bows and spoons, carving, scraping and chipping away. The air is filled to the brim with the smell of fresh pinewood, it's a little intense but slowly becomes more mild the longer they remain in the shop._ \"Of course these bowls are for future customers that have the same request.\" _If you were to look around to the left back end of the shop you can now see a section of kitchen tools and cutlery. More than you would think to see when just working on it since yesterday but not an absurd amount._ \"Is there something I can help you with?\" _he states in a mild strong tone_"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel glanced at the different bits of craftsmanship layered around the shop.*\"Nice to see business is booming. I can see why. Definitely a master at your craft.\"*He complimented, finding it surprising himself how many orders seemed put in despite the harsh weather. Terrel returned his gaze back to Berdetak at his question, soon taking a slip of paper out his cloak to hold out to him. It seemed to be a list of different furnitures and whatnot.*\"Been having a lot of houses worked on lately, so was mainly coming here for potential furniture to be added to them. You seem to have decent options as far as customizing works.\""
},
{
"author": "Berdetak",
"message": "_He sets his tools down on the table after Finishing the bowls and spoons then takes them with him to display._ \"Much appreciated! One would hope they're good at what they do after doing it their whole life.\" _He chuckles to himself and walks to the counter_ \"Now what in particular are you looking for? Do you need me to work on the houses or do you just need me to decorate and or detail them?\" _He asks in anticipation_ \"I've been dying to have a challenge these days!\"\n\n\"I'm not going to ask why you're having homes built I'm just glad you considered me for the job.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel followed him over to the counter, coming to lean on it slightly while distracting himself by the shop's workings. He could see the excitement the reptilian carried. It amused him to the point of letting out a quiet chuckle. Perhaps there was reason to hire him for more jobs than one.*\"Detailing mainly. Same situation as last time in adding some furniture to these places. It's mainly for convenience, traveling and all. I wouldn't expect you to have to run all over the country for it though so I can return here to pick most things up.\"*He explained. The Silnari placed the note down on the counter.*\"You can get a good general idea here, but you can be creative. I'd like to see what you could come up with.\""
},
{
"author": "Berdetak",
"message": "_He very clearly skims over the note and quickly puts out his puppet like hand for him to shake_ \"You've got yourself a carpenter! Honestly I was going to say yes regardless. I've been meaning to work on some new stuff but if you like anything here your more than welcome to perchase it.\" _He switches from over eccentric to professional very quickly._"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel shakes his hand, saying:*\"Would have to bring my draft horse next time I come around. He's better at hauling stuff. Was planning on simply getting here to get a quick order in and return whenever you think some of the stuff would be finished.\"*He explained before a thought came to mind.*\"Of course, I have a quite a lot of other projects in the works, so I've have been traveling to get more hands on deck with it all. Business as usual I guess you can say, hm?\"*He mentioned, looking the busied reptilian over behind the cover of his mask.*"
},
{
"author": "Berdetak",
"message": "\"Other projects you say?\" _He pulls his hand away and leans over the counter with his massive arms_ \"Do tell! It's not like I need to go anywhere anytime soon.\" _He says with a smerk_ \"Unless of course you need to leave yourself, I don't want to be the reason you're not getting things done.\" _The tone once again shifts from eccentric to professional quickly_ \"Hindering a project is something I would prefer not to do.\" _He says in a mellow tone_"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*That seemed to get him interested. Terrel could work with that.*\"A pretty large project, might I say, though it would be a lot to ask you to travel all the way across Kadrush to get there.\"*He said in a tone that suggested otherwise.*\"I have plenty of time to look for extra assistance, but you seem to have your hands full as it is. That is... Unless you were interested in taking on an extra task away from home.\""
},
{
"author": "Berdetak",
"message": "\"Large is good, fantastic in fact, how long would you need my services? _He honestly just seems thrilled with the idea of getting outside._ Travel is no issue, I have a few ways of maintaining my business from afar. _He states with pride_ What might this extra task be?\"\n\n\"If you can't already tell I'm very easygoing when it comes to doing something. Especially if that thing requires my talents.\" _He states as he causes a flutter of snow to appear_"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Months realistically.\"*He said. In realizing that Berdetak was up for the task, Terrel decided to fill him in with some of the information.*\"I have a business partner working on making his own town West of here. He's been needing extra assistance in getting structures built for it.\"*Terrel said, deciding to put his own friend's project idea before his own.*\"I've been going around seeing who's available for the extra work with it being quite a lot to put together. I'm planning on meeting with the others next month in Kushtut.\""
},
{
"author": "Berdetak",
"message": "\"Eh a few months is nothing for how much I'll learn and who knows... Maybe I'll make more friends. *Clears throat* Nonetheless being part of something like making a town with my own two hands is a dream come true!\" _The more Terrel speaks the more eager he becomes but suddenly he grabs Terrel's head aggressively_ \"This won't get political will it??\" _He squeezes tighter_ \"Because I'm horrible in large crowds...\" _The squeeze turns into rubbing the head like one would a pet_ \"Your hair is quite the delight...\" _Quickly stops after that and puts his hand away as if regretting the touching_ \"Eheheh...\" _Oops_"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Ack-.\"*Was all that escaped him as the beastkin suddenly grabbed his head. There was a part of him instinctively tempted to react to it in pushing him off, the other in figuring he was just overtly excited and this was simply what beastkins did. He wasn't sure, he wasn't one. As he eventually let go, the Silnari rubbed at his head to fix it up again.*\"Uh, right...\"*He said in mild confusion.*\"I wouldn't worry about politics too much. We have a knack for avoiding them. As far as crowds go...\"*He said, thinking about it. Terrel couldn't make a lot of promises, considering the work would require a lot of people.*\"Well I'm sure there will be some space to go to avoid them. I don't care much for crowds either. Maybe if you ever need to distance yourself, you can help out in what I've been needing to work on.\""
},
{
"author": "Berdetak",
"message": "\"Sounds like a plan! When are we leaving?! I should gather my things! Maybe I need some tea to calm my nerve!! That's what I'll do, I'll get some tea! Want any?! Great I'll get you a mug!\" _Trying to calm himself after rudely touching someone without asking he shouts, and walks off to get some tea, trying to pretend what just happened didn't, for his own sanity._\n\n_One must keep in mind you're speaking to someone who has spent most of their life sheltered, shunned and hidden from the world because of what they were, and the fact they were very focused with their personal goals. It's not like he didn't know etiquette he just expresses emotions like one would if they were much younger. Although he's just barely into adulthood, at this point he can't take his youth back so he wants to make friends now, \"The sooner the better\" Most would say. At least he thinks that's the case. \"Does Terrel think of me as a friend? One can only hope... I want to be useful... I want people to be around me... Just calm tf down Berdetak, it's not like this has been a dream of yours since you were 10 or anything. I'm lying that's exactly what it is...\"_"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Oookay... I guess I'm staying for tea then.\"*He said as Berdetak had already rushed off. Terrel decided to lean against the wall for the time being. It had become obvious to him in Berdetak's excitement that there was still youth in him yet. That or every little thing seemed to make him energetic. He seemed to be a lot more now than Terrel remembered, but slow business can typically lead to a more calm mood. Hopefully he'd be the right pick for the job; winter was hard enough to deal with as is.*"
},
{
"author": "Berdetak",
"message": "_He soon returns with a pot of tea and pours Tarrel a cup._ \"Forgive me, living out here in silence most days can make one a bit... Excessive when it comes to visitors. I sincerely apologize.\" _He bows and hands Tarrel their tea and pours himself a cup. The tone shifted back to how they first met. Cold, intimidating and calculated, like he was planning to do something to you._ \"When should I or we leave? I can be ready in a few minutes, i usually go around town fixing things so getting my tools and such packed is easy enough.\" _hes back to his business mode again, this should make things more simple._\n\n\"It's not a matter of not wanting to be around people. As you can tell I revel in the presence of others. It's a matter of me getting too excited. I can't wait to meet new people, again I am extremely thankful for this opportunity.\" _Remaining calm and welcoming. The tea definitely helped, it's camomile and lavender. As if the smell of fresh cut wood wasn't calming enough._"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel took the tea gingerly, wondering if he should be concerned if it being poisoned with the reptilian's constant change in mood. After hearing his explanation, Terrel slowly took a sip of it. At least the tea seemed to relax him a bit, the Reptilian more than the Silnari that is.*\"Relax. It's just an opportunity to use the full extension of your crafting abilities.\"*He said as if for it to be pressuring despite the tone suggesting there was no pressure.*\"I'm sure you'll meet plenty, going to need plenty to get this project going.\"*Terrel decided to find a place to sit down at, figuring he'd relax a bit just to finish his tea.*\"Do you happen to have a mount? Would make traveling a lot faster.\""
},
{
"author": "Berdetak",
"message": "\"I have three horses, 10 chickens, 10 ducks, 8 pigs and a pond full of koi. I have a Younger lad come and care for them every day or so. They are as sweet as they are rambunctious. Now saying that aloud I now realize how ironic that sounds.\" _He somehow managed to say these things with a straight face. A little unnerving but nothing out of the ordinary for him._ \"But yes I have a horse named Turm.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*It was a wonder how he wasn't a farmer with all these animals. Then again, Terrel couldn't talk.*\"Good to hear. I'll be having to set out for other business affairs come next morning, so I'll be on the road again for a while before I can meet up with the rest to continue discussion on this project. Do you think you'll be able to make the trip to Kadrush's capital well enough on your own?\"*He decided to ask him, figuring he could get two things done at once while he sends Berdetak on his way.*"
},
{
"author": "Berdetak",
"message": "\"Sounds easy enough, bring on the challenge... I'm dying to meet it.\" _It's taking every fabric of his being to not jump in joy. Despite this he remains cold and states._ \"If you need somewhere to stay for the night my home is open for guests. It was built to house around 10 people so the upstairs is like a mansion in and of itself.\" _He states in a prideful manner._ \"But if we must leave immediately I will begin my \"Solo\" Journey within the next hour.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He waved off the offer.*\"I have plenty of places to rest at. It's why I came here originally about all the houses and need for furniture.\"*He said with a hearty laugh. Terrel placed the now empty cup back down.*\"Fortunately for us, Kadrush is just a border away. It's traveling across it that may take some time, but you seem capable enough. Try to get there within the next month; I'll be visiting the local tavern with contracts I've been already having to work on.\""
},
{
"author": "Berdetak",
"message": "_Berdetak takes the cup and puts it under the counter_ \"I'll get things ready now then, should be able to make it through easy enough, my dad knows a kind fellow who runs one of the border patrols. Ows him for basically saving his home from collapsing in on itself.\" _He begins collecting his things as he ends his sentence._"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel gave a dip of his head.*\"I'll be seeing you there then.\"*He shifted his gaze over to the list he had placed down, coming to stand up and grab it back for the time being.*\"I suppose I shall be taking this with you accepting the latter offer.\"*He said, returning it to the folds of his cloak and turning away to head off.*\"Stay safe. A winter storm may be brewing.\"*Terrel opened the door soon after, taking his leave of the shop.*"
},
{
"author": "Berdetak",
"message": "_As this interesting interaction concludes Berdetak prepares himself for the journey, and tells the necessary people he will be gone for some time. His home will be maintained by his enchanted dolls Kacha and Jerami. His parents will be cared for by his brother. Hopefully the world ignores the difference of this shop without its carpenter. Within 30 minutes give or take Berdetak is off, and is now on his way to Kadrush. He prays with his parents as a farewell, to grant them and himself safety for the duration of this journey. He trusts his creations and his brother to take care of them while he's gone._"
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"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "Wading through the crowded streets once more, Yonghui was filled with equal parts excitement and apprehension. To think that at long last, today was the day she'd finally learn how to use wield a sword. As she approaches the familiar gates of the guild hall, she makes sure to wipe any look of excitement from her face — she cannot be taken seriously if she's smiling like a child at a festival. With her face returned to her usual stoic demeanor, she pushes the door open, and lets herself inside.\n\nShe once again finds herself within the guild hall. Her recently-appointed mentor should be waiting nearby — at least, she would hope. She scans the room, searching for the familiar man she had met the day she applied."
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"Here early? Good.\"\n\nFrom the right side Kohm walks over, though his attire is so much different from the last time Yonghui saw him, that a stranger might scarcely recognise him.\n\nHis short, swept back flaming red hair was fully exposed, the signature chaperone covering it being nowhere to be seen, and his robes and shoulder cape were replaced with a sleek combination of arming doublet with padded pants, dyed of the same dark shade as his robes were.\n\nOver his left shoulder, he held what appeared to be a shealthed longsaber with his left hand gripping the end of it- it was nowhere as ornamental as one the Yonghui herself held, but it was recognisably one, and of the same height, even.\n\nOn his face, Kohm carried a decidedly neutral expression, though it leaned towards positive whatnot with the way the tips of his lips curved upwards as he set his energetic, cheery seeming eyes upon Yonghui.\n\n\"Now, follow me!\"\n\nWith that, he turned on his foot and marched off, seemingly trusting Yonghui to follow."
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"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "Yonghui's attire seemed to be the same as she wore yesterday — a dark colored oversized jacket was worn in a similar manner as a cloak, held together with a clasp on the front. Beneath the jacket was a black, front-buttoned, long-sleeved overshirt —though, the puffiness of the sleeves suggested there would likely be a padded garment worn beneath. In addition, she still wore her flat-topped, front-brimmed cap, with a similar color to the jacket. At her side remained the same saber which she had on her the day before.\n\nAs Kohm called to her from the side of the room, her attention immediately turns to him as she approaches, following wherever he may lead.\n\n\"It is better to be early than late — an excess of time is always better than a deficit.\""
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm appears to halt for a moment as she says that, before nodding slowly and continuing to move, seeming to acknowledge it. \n\nAfter a few moments of walking, with a few turns left and right, Kohm stopped at a door, which swung open with a half-hearted push of the right hand.\n\nA large empty hall with a high, arched ceiling revealed itself, the architecture sharing the simple refinement the rest of the guild hall held, only further accentuated by the sunbeams shining through the windows from high above. Racks of equipment and gear of all sorts lined the walls, ranging from training dummies to suits of armor, along with a few benches for rest. At the end of it all, there was a balcony overlooking the hall which could be accessed by ladder. \n\nAll in all, this definitely fit the textbook definition of a training hall to a tee, and definitely a fair bit more luxurious than what one would expect, though for the Freefencers it was probably to be expected.\n\n\"Like what you are seeing?\" Kohm commented idly, as he headed inside without much fanfare, clearly used to it all."
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"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "Yonghui decides to commit the path to the room to memory as they walk down it — half because she's nothing better to do than observe her surroundings.\n\nAs she follows Kohm into the training room, she looks around, familiarizing herself with the space. It's a good thing she brought her cap; getting sunlight in her eyes would be an awful way to demonstrate spatial awareness. The room is no doubt fit for training — she didn't expect any less from a proper fighting guild, after all.\n\n\"Is the equipment for rent, or is it more... Ornamental?\""
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm slowly turns around, blinking owlishly in response to her question, before quickly recollecting himself by closing and raising his right hand to his mouth and politely coughing into it, as if to clear his throat.\n\n\"Well, I suppose that it would make for nice decoration... But well, we unfortunately don't have that much room, so we have to settle for practical equipment actually meant to be used!\" He mused with much good humour, nodding as he were imparting great wisdom."
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"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "It now becomes obvious to her that that was a stupid question. She makes a mental note to remember never to speak again, then begins to explain why she felt the need to ask:\n\n\"Good, I was worried I might have to use my own sword, which is... Less than safe — I imagine even less so in the hands of a beginner.\"\n\nShe then decides to wait patiently for the instructor to do the instructing, before she says anything else that would embarrass her in front of the blademaster."
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "Unfortunately, as Miss Mae seems to have a hard time keeping her mouth shut even after quite literally resolving to do so, her self-deprecations, normally reserved only for her mind, reach Kohm's ears. \n\nFortunately, he seems to have keep a tight lid on any instinctual double-takes after being blindsided the first time, and betrays nary but a momentary pursing of the lips, which quickly becomes a wide grin.\n\n\"Well, I'll be the judge of that. Now, fret not, and relax.\"\n\nPicking up a blackened, laminated stick in the back of the room with his right hand, its surface ripples like liquid as it morphs into a sheathed, entirely jet black Changdao similar in shape to what Yonghui has been holding. As this finishes and it hardens back into an indeterminate material, he nods, and briskly makes his way over while holding the middle of the shealth, angling it horizontally to the ground.\n\n\"Now, the first thing I want you do to is to demonstrate what you know, so as to build upon it. A line in the sand, so to speak.\" \n\nHe placed the tip of the shealth on the ground. With the weapon upright as a pole, it becomes obvious that it was just as tall, if not even taller than Yonghui. Even though she was already lugging around a sword just as big in the first place, the size difference remains very apparent.\n\n\"Breathe deeply. In and out, intervals of five. Your heart is steel and your mind is sharp.\"\n\nTilting the long saber forward slightly, Kohm beckons her to take it. \n\n\"Perform what comes naturally to you.\""
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"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "As the newly-shaped practice weapon was handed off to her, she would take it, inspecting it for a moment. Holding it in her hands, it felt quite similar to her own sword — she was tempted to ask what the tool was made from, but she decided to save that curiosity for another time.\n\n\"Demonstrate what I know...\" She would repeat under her breath, before nodding once and taking a step back, practice sword in hand. She continues backing up until there's roughly four meters between the two, making use of the space available, and ensuring her instructor is well out of measure of her. \n\nGripping the sword tightly in both hands, she drops to a low stance, turning her body mostly sideways, and holding the handle at roughly waist-level on her right side. She points the tip of the blade towards Kohm, before taking a step back, pushing off with her front foot to take a fluid step back. After that, she demonstrates an approaching step, pushing off with her back foot to close some distance.\n\nAfter her demonstrations of footwork, she raises the sword, holding the handle above her head, with the tip of the blade pointed towards Kohm, and the edge facing up. From here, she makes a cut, swinging the sword downward from her right to her left in a diagonal line. From the looks of it, she seems to maintain good edge alignment, but her movements are jerky and poorly coordinated — she doesn't seem to have much practice. \n\nAfter she finishes the cut, she takes a moment to recover, stopping the momentum of the blade to bring it back to her initial waist-high stance, though this time on her left side.\n\nShe then maintains this stance, awaiting any instruction."
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"Hmmm...\" Kohm nods seriously, as he tapped his finger across the shealth of the long saber he was holding. \n\nWalking over, he taps the knee of Yonghui's leading foot with the tip of the sheath. \n\nLight as the tap may be, it carried enough strength to jolt Yonghui and if it were not for her surprisingly stable stance, it might have disrupted her position.\n\n\"Knees are bent properly, feet are of the correct placement relative to each other. Stable yet not stiff. Weight properly distributed, with a bit more in front, as is expected of a forward facing stance. Roughly 7 to 3.\" \n\nMoving behind her, he then taps her the back of her head, shoulders, back and hips.\n\n\"Head is neither upturned nor downturned with eyes straight ahead, and back is neither hunched nor arched. A balanced posture that does not strain the body. Shoulders and hips are aligned with each other, thus marking a good foundation for the Six Harmonies, and collectively they are properly squared forward, thus allowing for the fullest degree of movement against your front, left or right.\"\n\nHumming, Kohm nods in clear approval as he circles back, an impressed look twinkling in his eye.\n\n\"You know how to stand properly. Excellent! It may not seem like it, but that alone gives you quite a head start, for it is both the most fundamental yet least exciting of practices.\"\n\nPutting a hand to his beard, a thoughtful look takes residence on his countenance.\n\n\"Pray tell, from where did you learn this? You have put in the hours to practice, that much is obvious.\""
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"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "She maintained her stance as best she could, withstanding the occasional prod of her instructor's scabbard, akin to a physician checking for symptoms of the plague.\n\nHowever, any minor irritation would be more than offset by the positive feedback given, cementing the fact that she was, in fact, doing something correctly. In fact, the positive feedback even manages to cause her to freeze for a moment, almost as if she's entirely unsure of what to do *With* The feedback.\n\nAfter a noticeable pause, she responds to his question.\n\n\"My mother was a soldier, I caught glimpses of her her going through some of her drills from time to time.\""
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"I see.\" Kohm states simply in response, recognising there was a story there. \n\nHe may be no detective, but the sheer weight of experience allowed him to connect the dots quite easily- she statement about being refused tuletage, her dedicated drilling of what little she knew, showing a clear passion, that what little she knew was from her mother, who should have been fully capable of teaching her...\n\nHis eye drifted to the Yonghui's own longsaber which had been placed in a nearby rack when she had taken the practice tool, and the subtle marks of age left behind on the hilt by practised hands.\n\nSomething told him that Yonghui certainly wasn't the first to pick up that longsaber.\n\nRegardless, it wasn't his business to pry. Turning back, he continued.\n\n\"Now, where do we go from? When you stand properly, you can properly practice and make full use of hand, body and footwork.\"\n\nKohm taps Yonghui's leading hand, waist and her leading foot respectively.\n\n\"As one Runranian master once told me, *One who knows not the three arts does not know the art of the fist. Missing one, you cannot confront the enemy. Missing all, you know nothing at all.* These three arts are the three I just mentioned, and principles apply to all combat.\n\nNow, visualise a tree. You are the tree- the branches your hand, the trunk your torso, and the roots your feet.\n\nThe hands, needless to say, are the doors in which you protect your body with, for the position of the blade is dependent on them, like how branches hold leaves to cover the sun.\n\nYet, the body is your source of strength and motion- the branches are only held far into the sky thanks to the stem. \n\nA single branch is easily broken off from the stem with a single overexertion, for it's strength and resilience is limited. The same principle applies to the limbs. Any layperson knows that to use their arms to swing their sword, but it is a wild swing that leaves their arms overexerted and aching before long.\n\nThey will neither survive a fight in the short term, for an immediate opening can be exploited nor long term, for what will happen once their arms are fully spent? It is self evident. \n\nThus, one must learn to make use of the strength and motion of their body to act- altogether the body is stronger than the arm and will allow the deflection of the strongest of blows, and its motion more easily harnessed, thus allowing you to recover from any action more quickly, due to the center of balance being inside the body and not far away like your limbs. Scholars apply these physical principles to their works of artifice- martial artists can apply these to their own body.\n\nLast but not least, the branches are nothing without the roots. Without good footwork you cannot move to counter blows- for even if your hand is in the right position and your body is powering the motion, none of it matters if your feet are quite literally, dragging you behind. \n\nIf the feet goes first you are exposing yourself to a hit before your blade is even in position to threaten and defend. If your hands go first your balance is disrupted- even if you are not struck while you recover your balance, then you will surely be knocked flat or dragged off.\n\nThus, this is why hand, body and footwork must all be equally focused on, with none neglected. \n\nI have seen false masters that focus too much on the hands, which seems to be the most common of blunders amongst amateurs, and I have personally sweeped them off their feet with a single blow, for their motions are feeble and uncontrolled, their stance unbalanced whenever they move. \n\nEven if they know how to stand, they abandon all the benefits of standing correctly when they move, for they do not know the correct way of doing so, like a swordsman that knows how to unshealth their sword but does not know which way to hold the blade.\n\nTherefore, this is amongst the first things you should know. \n\nNow, take your time to think.\"\n\nKohm pauses, allowing Yonghui to fully digest his words."
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"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "Yonghui nods as Kohm makes note of making full use of the 'three arts' as he described them, commenting in response, \n\n\"No matter how strong a building is made, it cannot stand without its foundation.\"\n\nAs Kohm draws similarity between her and a tree, she looks down to her sword, and raises its point ever so slightly, as to aid in passively covering more of her silhouette, thinking about how leaves idly cover a tree. Then, as similarity is drawn to the weak branches of a tree, she nods in response, indicating that she understands the meaning behind it.\n\nAs he continues his lecture, her attention moves to her core — the 'trunk' of the tree, as per his analogy. As he explains the importance of the tree's trunk, she nods along.\n\nAnd then, with the explanation of the third art, she nods along as Kohm explains the importance of footwork.\n\nAfter hearing the full lecture, she begins to recite back all she remembers — either to show that she actually listened, or to show off how quick she is with learning concepts.\n\n\"If you do not respect the limits of a branch, it will snap. If you do not respect the limits of your arms, you cannot expect any other outcome.\"\n\n\"I must power the strike with my *'trunk'*, for it is stronger than my branches.\" She says confidently, still sticking to the tree analogy. \"A branch striking a tree's trunk will do nothing but a scratch.\"\n\n\"I must move all at once as I step. Balance is key, and I must not let any part of myself fall behind. I am not three different parts, I am one whole structure.\" \n\nShe maintains her stance, waiting for Kohm to continue onto what's next."
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "The bustle of the merchantile district of Shaslandi had reached the zenith with the rise of the sun, which bore down the street oppressively, casting spots of light and dark with equal measure in harsh contrast, shifting behind every single passerby as they paced down the street energetically, on their way to some business of one sort or another,\n\nThe merchants were particularly exuberant this day, bellowing out offers and deals from the safety of shade, pausing only to wipe sweaty brows, and clear throats with drink, creating a massive cacophony of varied accents that sought to drown each other out in the hopes of catching the attention of an interested ear.\n\nYet, at this particular juncture, there was a place that stood out from the rest.\n\nA large guildhall rose to the air, the antiqued architecture of stone and wood holding a weight absent from the nearby buildings, that seemed to wordlessly clear the doorstep from hawkers and idlers, as if they knew not to taint the air of history surrounding the place\n\nOutside stood a banner with an emblem emblazoned upon it, pristine as the day the final thread was woven into place, without a hint of fade despite being battered by the elements outside."
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"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "Amidst the hustle and bustle of the streets, a new face pushes through the crowds. Her travel had been long, but her exhaustion was fortunately worn away from the past few nights in the inn. With her vitality at its fullest, it was finally time to take the first step in carving her own path.\n\nThe tall building of wood and stone had at last stood before the traveler, its reputation almost seeming to coalesce in an aura about it. If there was any doubt she had the right place, it would be dashed away by the large banner hung from its walls. No, her doubts were not of whether this was the right place...\n\n*...But how exactly do you enter a place such as this?*\n\nThis notion of formality is a thought that only just appeared in her mind, yet one that would not easily leave it. Is a simple knock all that is required? No, surely a knock would look foolish — was she expecting some sort of servant to answer the door for her? This is a prestigious place, no doubt, but she did not see it as the type to employ doormen. \n\nShe'd decide that the best course of action would be to walk in as though she belonged — for soon enough, she will belong. The first obstacle was cleared, now that she's made it past the front door."
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "As the doors opened soundlessly and smoothly- a sign of well-oiled joints, the reception hall revealed itself to the bright-eyed aspirant.\n\nThe wooden floor gleamed with a lacquer of perfect lustre. Blades and shields of different types and stripes hung off the walls, polished to a mirror sheen, seemingly capturing any stray beam of light from the windows high above to condense into a blinding glare, dazzling any onlooker with ease. \n\nThe coats emblazoned upon them stood bright and vividly, boasting of esteemed owners who equally put these halls with great regard.\n\nIf the outside of the guildhall hinted at the weight of a long history, the reception hall, having successfully invited an aspirant to enter, would openly and proudly presented and expounded on its glories and lineages, past and present, almost enough to knock down a person with sheer awe.\n\nA few people wearing formal attire or padded jackets lounged around, talking amongst themselves or otherwise being occupied with their own business, with swords of all models hanging from their hips.\n\nAt the end of the hall, there was a receptionist's desk, with the clerk behind it wearing a stern expression with a hard brow as he concentrated on something.\n\nAll in all, Yonghui's presence seems to have been largely unnoticed, with one or two faces taking a side glance before returning to whatever they were working on, apparently not at all stirred beyond cursory interest."
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"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "The building was unlike anything she'd ever seen. She had thought her abode in Gas-Zmubz was luxurious, but in comparison to this building, she now believes otherwise. \n\nShe panicked inside briefly as gazes turned towards her, but as the building's residents resumed to their former activities, it was clear that entering without knocking was the correct choice. As she walked down the hall towards the desk, she refrained herself from eying the decor upon the walls, instead keeping her eyes focused on the clerk as she approached.\n\nAfter finally reaching the desk, she would suddenly realize — she has no idea what she's supposed to say. Is she supposed to start with a greeting? No, perhaps it would be best if she simply states what her purpose of coming here is.\n\n...No, to begin conversation without a greeting is barbaric. She must at the very least let her presence be known.\n\n*\"Hello.\"* She would state simply, with a low, tone that may be confused for stoicism, while the true origin of the voice is genuine social ineptitude.\n\n*\"I'd like to learn to fight.\"* She continued, talking somewhat quietly as to not bring the attention of anyone else in the room — this is a conversation between herself and the clerk."
},
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "The clerk slow tilts his head upwards, re-aligning his glasses as he does so, before squinting at Yonghui for a brief moment, bobbing his head up and down to fixate on different parts of her bearing.\n\nEventually, his scrutiny comes to an end with one look into her eyes with a stony gaze, before he disengages his eyes and nods slowly to himself, seemingly having discerned something.\n\n\"I see. If you would like to be registered as a student, the walk-in fee shall be 1 gold piece. Once you have paid the fee, there will be no refunds.\"\n\nPausing a moment to let the cost sink in, he steeped his fingers, placing his elbows upon the table.\n\n\"As a student, you may gain access to the rest of the hall, including the library, where you may peruse a limited number of treatises, and the training hall, where you may watch the others spar freely or book a slot for personal use.\"\n\nThe clerk halts once again, this time to gesture with a slow rotation of the right palm, towards a notice board far to the right, with papers of all sorts neatly pinned upon it.\n\n\"You may also sign up for courses of all sorts, from workshops to focus sessions, of which the details are on the schedule board.\"\n\nThen, he calmly explained the code of conduct all students were expected to adhere to, matched with a solemn warning to neither tarnish nor abuse their affiliation with the Freefencers, lest one face a dishonourable expellation from the guild, never to be allowed back into any Freefencing hall. \n\nThe droning monotone of his voice was oddly soothing, carrying just enough inflexion to maintain one's attention, yet given enough time even variation became repetition and began to chip away at one's psyche flake by flake.\n\nAfter an indeterminate amount of time, the clerk finally pauses one last time, eyes turning upward to meet Yonghui's own once more.\n\n\"Do you accept the following terms and conditions?\""
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"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "As the unending explanation of the code of conduct finally reached its end, Yonghui was met with equal parts relief and exhaustion. \n\n\"Yes.\" She says, simple and firm. \"I'd like to sign up as a student.\"\n\nShe then reaches into her pouch, digging through it a moment, before she produces a single gold piece. It was fortunate that she had one, because handing over a pile of silver coins would surely make the clerk's job needlessly more difficult.\n\nHer gaze then turns towards notice board, idly searching from a distance for anything that interests her — though, from this far, she's unlikely to be able to read much of anything. She decides she must stow her excitement, and wait until the clerk is finished; running off if he had something more to add would surely be impolite."
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "With a simple nod, the clerk smoothly palms the gold coin, before leaning slightly under the desk to bring out a heavyset, hardcovered ledger, lacquered with the emblem of the freefencers upon it.\n\nWith a creak of the tight bindings, it opens to a specifically bookmarked page that was only partially filled in.\n\n\"Name you wish to be registered under, and any city you wish to proclaim that you hail from- if that suits your fancy, that is.\""
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"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "The name, of course, was simple to fill in:\n\n\"Mae Yonghui.\" She'd say, before proceeding to spell it out letter-by-letter — it was a name uncommon enough that it'd warrant such.\n\nAfter that was, of course, her hometown. Memories of Siui fill her head, the sweet scent plums of the Zmaran orchards fill her nostrils...\n\n...Then the streets of Gaz-Zmubz, the constant bustle not unlike the Mentian streets just outside.\n\n\"You may leave my hometown blank, for now.\" She responded — surely that would be no issue, for the clerk had implied it was optional."
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"Then an accord is struck, Miss Mae Yonghui.\" \n\nPronouncing her Runranian name perfectly without skipping a beat, the clerk quickly inked her name in neat cursive, in one smooth pass of the pen.\n\nSlowly closing the ledger shut with a soft thud, the clerk then slid his palm across the table, slowly overturning it to reveal a small emblem.\n\n\"An insignia proving your membership to any branch. Keep it closely and do not lose it. May the wisdom of the old masters be with you.\"\n\nWith one final nod, this time of acknowledgement, the clerk returns to whatever clerical work he was engaged with previously, not a second sooner nor later.\n\nThe reception hall was quiet. It certainly wasn't silent, but Yonghui was far removed from any conversations in the room, all thoroughly muffled at this distance."
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"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "She returns a nod, as she takes the insignia, slipping it into the small satchel on her hip. She assumed after that, the conversation would now be over, and so she would leave without another word — once again, an action pushed forward by her complete social ineptitude.\n\nShe approaches the notice board, searching through the list of classes for something that would catch her eye. Placing a hand idly on the handle of her sword, she scans the board for anything related to swordfighting. Primarily, she'd be looking for something related to two-handed swords — it'd be a shame to have to throw out a sword as valuable as hers, just to learn a different fighting style."
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "At the notice board stood a lanky man in dark robes, with a dark orange chaperon hat and shoulder cape that hung off his left shoulder, closely taking a look at the various papers pinned upon it.\n\nAs Yonghui approached, he turned for a brief moment, revealing part of his visage as he idly picked at his red bushfire of a beard, his orbs of molten crimson making only brief contact with her form before he turned his attention back, though he would take a step to the right to make some room for her."
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{
"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "As eye contact was made, she'd pause briefly, her own light blue eyes shifting around awkwardly, almost seeming to avoid contact. Fortunately, first impressions likely wouldn't be important — after all, what were the odds she'd be speaking to this man at all? In a guild as large as this, it was unlikely she'd even see this man again, let alone be forced to talk with him.\n\nAs she continues to scan the pages on the board, she seems to struggle to find something fitting for her. Her eyes flick from mentian greatsword fighting styles, to rapier dueling, but none of them seem to quite match her visions.\n\n*Does she dare to ask this man for advise?*\n\nSurely asking for advise would make her appear amateurish, but so does signing up as a student, so it's not as if that can be avoided at this point.\n\n\"Are you... Familiar with the courses here?\" She'd ask aloud, without moving her gaze from the board."
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Blinking at the sudden question, though not showing any overt surprise, the man turns once more, this time turning his head fully to face her.\n\n\"Why yes, I suppose so. Looking for something, young miss?\"\n\nWere she to look carefully, she would notice the visably Siuian features of his wisened, yet strong complexion."
},
{
"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "She's already begun conversation, she cannot turn back now.\n\n\"I was wondering if there are any classes dedicated to...\" She takes a moment to think of what kind of sword she has exactly. Saber is likely the word most often used to describe curved blades, but the sword on her side was far too long to be simply called a saber and nothing else.\n\nAfter a noticeably long pause, she continues, \"...Long... Saber?\"\n\nIf she referred to it incorrectly, she'd look like an absolute *Fool*, but even so, she must know.\n\nIf the man she's speaking to was perceptive (of which, she most definitely was not, with her eyes still planted on the board), he may notice that her distinctly Siuian accent contrasts with her Runran features."
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "The man's mouth curls upwards, forming a small smile, as his interest in her seemed to rise the longer she spoke.\n\nSuddenly, Siuian syllables rolled off from his tongue.\n\n \"*The changdao, you mean*?\""
},
{
"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "Finally, she would take her gaze off the board, turning to face the man who awkwardly towered over her. Her pale blue eyes made contact with his, even if very briefly, before focusing on his mouth instead — it seems eye contact is not an easy task for her. In truth, that word was utterly unfamiliar to her, but it seemed very familiar to this man — and it sounded like it was of Runran origin, which would make sense.\n\n\"Yes.\" She responded, feigning confidence. \n\nHer hand rests idly on the handle of her sword, as she turns her body to show off the sheathed blade at her side. The jet-black scabbard had a small yet intricate golden design near its base, and its shape bore a distinct slight curve. The blade itself was rather broad, almost resembling that of a falchion, though longer, and more nimbly balanced toward the handle. Its handle itself had grooves shaped to fit one's fingers.\n\n\"I... Take it you know of such a course?\""
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "The man bent down, until his eyes, crinkling with mirth, were at the same eye level, despite Yonghui's unconscious attempt to look away- an amusing sight that bore much resemblance to an elder gently speaking to a child.\n\n\"Well, the long saber isn't a common weapon around these parts, so far away from the Runranian colonies and heartlands... So unfortunately, there are few workshops conducted regarding it, and even fewer in detail.\""
},
{
"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "As the man crouched down to meet her at eye level, she couldn't decide which she hated more: him towering above her, or him crouching to meet her. Unfortunately this was simply something someone as 'vertically challenged' as her would have to deal with regularly.\n\nWhile some may feel discouraged hearing there are few workshops conducting saber combat, she instead focused on a different part of the statement.\n\n\"Few... But not none?\" It was clear to her that he knew *Something* — you don't simply name something in its original dialect if you're unfamiliar with the subject."
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "That was the straw that provoked a chuckle from the man, letting loose some of his pent up mirth.\n\n\"Now, that's the spirit! That blade is in worthy hands!\" \n\nNodding appreciatively at the craftsmanship of the blade, he continued.\n\n\"Indeed! Although demand for such courses is itself quite low, that does not mean that there aren't practitioners of the weapon about, of which some may be willing to instruct in the use thereof if approached.\""
},
{
"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "In response to the chuckle, her reaction was to stare blankly. A laugh is a good thing, surely, but what's important is that he answered positively. Despite her standoffish appearance on the outside, it does instill her with confidence to hear him tell her she's worthy to use the sword.\n\nShe does not look forward to having to talk to someone else, but such an interaction is inevitable.\n\n\"Do you know where I may find someone?\""
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"Hmm...\" The man's eye's continue to flicker with levity, as if considering something. \n\n\"Why, yes, I do! In fact, I know one of them very well. But...\"\n\nHe hummed.\n\n\"As you would probably guess, it is unlikely that they have any courses planned regarding the detailed use of it. Thus, the only way to be taught is to have one teach you personally, one on one.\" \n\nTurning around, the man starts pacing about in a small circle.\n\n\"And as that takes much time and is a true show of a master's teaching skills, you must either submit a generous sum...\"\n\nHe suddenly turned back.\n\n\"...Or impress one of them to take you on as an apprentice.\""
},
{
"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "If the man was trying to hint at something, it would fly completely over her head — she was definitely not one to pick up on subtlety.\n\n\"How generous of a sum specifically?\"\n\nPayment was by far the easiest route for her, as she would soon explain:\n\n\"If I had skills enough to impress a master, I wouldn't *Be* Here, so unless they're easily impressed by spells, payment seems my only option.\""
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "The man blinked, slightly taken aback for a bit before realisation struck his expression.\n\n\"I see, let me explain. For the personal attention of a instructor proficient in the usage of such a weapon, you would need to pay at a rate of 1 gold coin per session of 2 hours.\""
},
{
"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "\"A gold per two hours...\" Such a price was steep indeed, but a private tutoring session is absolutely worth the cost, even if she could only afford a finite amount of sessions.\n\n\"I can afford that. Where may I find this master?\"\n\nThe perseverance is all to clear to see on her expression. She hasn't ventured all the way from Siui to miss her opportunity at a private session."
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "An odd expression crept its way to the man's face when faced with this question, having seemingly been somewhat taken off guard by her response.\n\n\"Is that so? Hmm...\"\n\nRubbing his beard, he tilted his gaze towards the ceiling in deep thought, before turning back with a sigh.\n\n\"I see. Well, then.\"\n\nSuddenly, the man changed. \n\nA slack back straightened into a rigid pole, and his mirthful eyes sharpened into that of an hawk's.\n\n\"I suppose it's a lucky coincidence that you have already found him.\""
},
{
"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "Her eyes suddenly drift around the room. The master is someone she's met? Was it the clerk at the front desk?\n\nThen, like a smack in the face, she realizes her stupidity at that thought.\n\n\"...Is he you?\" She asks, her eyes returning to him. She had a hint of uncertainty in her voice.\n\nShe truly is a master of deduction."
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "With that response, the aura of severity that had settled on the man faded like the fog, and joviality returned to his being threefold.\n\n\"Correct-o, young lady!~~John Fight~~ Kohm Fidres, certified Master of ~~Fight~~ the Freefencers, at your service!\"\n\nMock-bowing in a dramatic fashion, the now named man returned to his full height, a wide smile plastered across the length of his features.\n\n\"What a strange sight indeed! A siuian of runranian ancestry walking into these halls with a runranian long saber to learn how to fight with it... If you don't mind my curiosity, why so?\""
},
{
"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "The 'why' to her actions were rather simple, and impulse took over momentarily.\n\n\"Because—\"\n\nShe caught herself, but she already began speaking, so she decided to pick her words more deliberately.\n\n\"...My previous 'master' refused to teach me. At least you see the potential in me.\"\n\nShe seems to put a strange emphasis on the word 'master', as though the word was forced out of her mouth.\n\n\"What's important is that you *Will* Teach me, right?\""
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"I see, I see. Hmm...\" Kohm idly stroked his beard, demarcating a pause in the conversation, though no signs of consideration for his next sentence could be seen on his face- rather, it almost seemed that he was waiting for the right moment for something to happen.\n\nIndeed, what would, and should have been a brief lull suddenly took on a tense quality with his next words.\n\n\"Now, take it easy, young lady.\" Kohm begun, easy look still on his face, not directly responding to the question posed to him. \n\n\"I see why you walked into the halls. But lets go a step further back. To the root of it all.\"\n\nHis eyes suddenly took on an intensity as the flaming orbs burned straight into Yonghui's own gaze.\n\n\"Now, why did you pick up that long saber?\""
},
{
"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "Yonghui is surprised by the sudden questioning, not quite seeing how this pertained at all to swordfighting. As Kohm stares into her eyes, she still subconsciously finds a way to avoid direct eye contact. \n\n\"I... Figured you for a swordmaster, not a therapist — is this truly important?\"\n\nIt seems she's rather keen on avoiding talk of such a subject.\n\nDespite her willingness to avoid the subject, however, she is swayed by the fear of him simply not teaching her if she refuses to answer. \n\n\"But if it matters, I wished to take my life into my own hands. My life before was like a boat drifting down a canal, incapable of going any way but forward...\"\n\nShe glances down at the sword at her side.\n\n\"...And I've just learned how to walk.\"\n\nShe figures this man for the type to take well to analogies, more than simple statements."
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm nods, a severity settling over him as he clearly found meaning in her answer, possibly more than Yonghui did in any case.\n\n\"You'll see in time.\" He answers gnomically, with not a word more said.\n\n\"Regardless...\" The edge of his lips drifted upwards. \"I see your desire to learn, and as a freefencer, I am obliged to reciprocate.\"\n\nKohm turned around, hands clasped behind his back.\n\n\"Speak to Mr Derek at the counter over there, tell him that I've accepted you- he'll sort things out.\"\n\nHis head tilts backward, a crimson pupil revealing itself. \n\n\"I'll see you tomorrow, then. Rest well, and have a hearty meal before we meet. Also...\"\n\nA deep breath is taken.\n\n\"What is your name, young lady?\""
},
{
"author": "Mae Yonghui",
"message": "She turns toward the clerk at the desk — the man she can only assume to be this 'Mister Derek' — before turning back to Kohm. The enigmatic nature of her soon-to-be sword instructor stuck out to her, but it would be hypocritical to think poorly of it — she's not the most open person either, after all.\n\nWhen asked for her name, a simple response is given, deciding to completely gloss over the fact that she had forgotten to introduce herself earlier.\n\n\"Mae Yonghui.\""
}
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{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "*Sivne would be standing outside on a balcony, drinking a cup of something. It was cold and snowing lightly outside but she didn't seem to mind, wrapped up warm with a small cast iron fireplace burning next to her. She was looking out silently over the village and the valley with a pensive expression on her face.*"
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "*The Ursinoid was stalking the lodge halls in search of something warm to drink, when she noticed Sivne out on the balcony. She glanced around briefly, before stepping out to join her. It was cold. Almost made her wish she still had all her fur.* \"...Something on your mind?\" *Sonja wondered, leaning against the railing to take in the same sight.*"
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "*She glanced over her shoulder as she heard the door open and close behind her, giving a little nod as Sonja walked out to join her. Her gaze looked out once again to the village, taking a short sip of her drink. There was a bottle next to her but shew as drinking from a cup.* \"Admiring the view. Mmh.. We have the best winters up here.\" *She reached for the bottle and handed it out to Sonja.* \"Care for a drink? It'll keep you warm.\""
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "\"...It is beautiful.\" The Ursinoid agreed with a silent nod as she surveyed the snowy landscape. If not for the intense battle they had fought earlier, she might have been inclined to think of it as calm and peaceful too. At the offer, the Ursinoid looked over and nodded again. \"That'd be nice... I was just looking for something warm.\" That begged the question why she had ventured outside. But Sonja figured if cold was inevitable, might as well be cold with an old comrade."
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "*She handed over the bottle. There was a cinnamon smell from it.* \"That'll warm you up in no time.\" *She said, sipping more from her cup.* \"It's a good place to call home, here. Good to be back in Brayer country.\" *She reached over and pulled over two chairs, moving the fireplace to be between the two chairs as she sat down, relaxing.*"
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "\"Brayer country... How long have you been away?\" *Sonja gave the bottle a cautious sniff. The cinnamon smell was almost overpowering thanks to her sensitive nose, but she was able to stomach it all the same. The Ursinoid took a cautious sip right from the bottle. Sure enough, as it went down it warmed her right up. Sonja nodded slowly in approval.* \"Already working.\" She was quick to join Sivne by the fireplace, sitting in the other chair. That helped too."
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "*It was some kind of grape alcohol with a fair amount of spices, tasted pretty good!* \"Been away since.. Mmh. Ten years? Maybe more. Ever since I went to Mipmi.\" *She finished off her cup and set it to the side.* \"So, could use your help in running this place, beyond just wintering here.\""
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "*Fruit flavor? Sonja liked fruit. She licked her lips clean. It wasn't a surprise she took another sip.* \"Long time indeed...\" *She affirmed with a nod. Hearing the request for aid, the Ursinoid looked up from the fire, an eyebrow raised.* \"Is that right? Hmm... What sort of help did you have in mind?\" *It seemed like her travel companion had already found quite a lot of reliable staff, from the cooks to the watchmen.*"
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "\"Well if we're going to turn this into something big I need people I can trust. I've got people who can be the foundations, cooks and book keepers, but I need good fighters and people who can lead people. Also helps we've known each other for a year or so.\" *She smiled a little, leaning back in her chair.* \"It's about time you got some proper experiance leading people into battle anyway.\""
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "*Sonja nodded slowly at the explanation. She certainly seen plenty of the former. And she supposed she fit the latter group rather well too.* \"I see now.\" *The Ursinoid confirmed, pondering over the suggestion.* \"You're right. We've fought side-by-side for awhile now. I wouldn't mind staying around to help out.\" She rubbed her chin. \"Perhaps when the warmer months come, I can convince some of the slaves we rescued to immigrate too.\""
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "\"Always room for more settlers, hopefully some might actually want to fight.\" *She pondered for a moment, tapping the armrest of her chair.* \"...Mmh. Of course if you take up a proper role here we need to get you a proper room and a bed, something that isn't just a dorm.\""
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "\"Agreed.\" *The Ursinoid nodded. She suspected the newly freed former slaves would be determined to fight for their freedom. Sonja tilted her head to the side slightly at the mention of a proper room.* \"That... Would be nice...\" *She rubbed her chin.* \"Though, there's no need to make that a priority. I've stayed in vastly inferer dwellings for far longer.\""
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "*She shook her head with a smirk.* \"Don't be so modest, you have a right to want some comfort.\" *She stood up.* \"Mmh, i'm getting cold now. Shall we head inside? We could play a game perhaps?\""
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "Sonja paused, considering these words for a moment, then nodded slowly. \"Well... I certainly wouldn't refuse...\" The Ursinoid replied, smiling ever so slightly. Sonja rose to her feet shortly there after, then headed towards the door to go inside. Guess that was her answer to that question. \"Games? ...Alright, humor me.\""
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "*Sivne would head inside and take her coat off, hanging it up. She'd grin as Sonja agreed to play a game, heading upstairs and into her bedroom. She'd pull out a board and box, setting it down on a table and taking a seat.* \"Mm. Ever played chess?\""
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "The Ursinoid followed, unsure what to expect of this endeavor. As eventually they arrived, she ted eyes on the checkered board. \"I've... Seen it set up before...\" She rubbed her chin. \"But I haven't played it, no.\""
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "\"Well take a seat, i'll teach you. Chess sharpens the mind, it's good to play.\" *Once Sonja had sat down she began setting up the board and began explaining each piece. She then started first.*"
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "\"I see...\" *Sonja nodded slowly. She took a seat at the board too and listened intently as the instructions were provided to her. And then the game began. Apparently, the Ursinoid learned fast. She managed to beat her instructor on the first try!* \"That was... Challenging. It makes you think, doesn't it?\""
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "*Turns out Sivne wasn't a sore loser.* \"It's interesting. I only learned it recently since I got here, Cylai taught me. I suppose beating me means you have an eye for strategy.\" *She smirked a bit, reaching over for a bottle of beer she had on the shelf, pouring herself a cup.* \"Want some?\""
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "*The Ursinoid nodded slowly and rubbed her chin at this conclusion.* \"Well... Real battles aren't quite the same as chess... But patience and improvisation are some common themes between them.\" *She raised an eyebrow as Sivne went to grab the bottle. More alcohol? Well, why not. Sonja nodded.* \"Sure.\""
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "*She grinned and got Sonja a cup, pouring her some beer.* \"Mmh. Hitting shit and knowing where to move a pawn are a bit different, i suppose.\" *She sipped her beer.* \"Shall we go again?\""
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "*The Ursinoid nodded in agreement with Sivne, taking the cup and swiftly draining the contents.* \"Again? Hmm, sure.\" *Sonja nodded and they soon started their match. While the game had a similar outcome as before, this time it was much closer and more intense. Both sides had less pieces left.*"
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "\"....Mmh. Looks like I just ran out of pieces.\" *She shrugged and finished her beer, yawning. She looked tired.* \"Mmmmm. I'm sleepy..\""
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "\"...We should get some rest.\" *The Ursinoid nodded in agreement. She was a bit tired too.* \"Thank you for the company and instruction. Perhaps we'll play again sometime?\""
},
{
"author": "Sivne",
"message": "\"Mmh... Join me? It's cold and I want someone to cuddle.\" *Sivne offered with a light smiled, standing up and walking over to the bed.*"
},
{
"author": "Sonja Karjalainen",
"message": "*Sonja paused a moment at the request. It was rather sudden, but Sivne was right. It was cold.* \"That... Could be nice...\" *She reluctantly admitted, before heading over to join her.*"
}
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{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "WHAT'S REV DOING HERE"
},
{
"author": "theoneandonlylucid",
"message": "They just pulled up wanna watch us ig ONDFJNV"
},
{
"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "Ametrine slithered through the halls of the 'Great Red Ruby' of the Sky Kingdom - his glittering scales immediately catching the eye of palace residents and staff alike within the stone halls that smelled like smoke and soot - a myriad of scents Ametrine was all *Too* Familiar with thanks to their... Habits. Besides hissing at the occasional passerby that came too close or looked at him to long - the artist was relatively subdued... He *Had* To be. To his knowledge today was the day he was set to start assisting some promising new brat... Of course he was being *Paid* Handsomely for it. There wasn't a chance in the bowels of the skywing refineries that he'd do such a thing for the sake of charity. He had too little time to be spending playing arts and crafts with pompous dragonets... Whatever ego his student had, he was set and determined to destroy in a... Constructive way- yes, a constructive way, that definitely made him sound much more professional - at least in his mind.\n\nHe sauntered into the studio and cleared a set of tools depending on the dragonet's preferences... Crest or something- that was their name. Ametrine hadn't hardly cared to remember anything about them besides the scales he was getting for playing the part of a schoolteacher. He grabbed an easel - essentially ripped a potter's wheel from a dragon that had just gotten started on their next creation, took advantage of the palace's free to use supplies- and set up their little gauntlet in a semi-circular, pushing some more dragons out of the way of the grand central window in the studio - when he worked here he *Always* Worked in front of the window - especially this time of day as the sun was beginning to set and the warm, golden, amber, and red sunlight warmed his scales through the glass barrier that kept the natural coolness of the mountain climate at bay. He figured his new *Student* Would like this spot too... Not that he cared of course- he was doing this for himself after all, so it was on\n\nLy natural anyone in te way of his favorite spot was literally chased from it.\n\nBeing perhaps the best artist in the Sky Kingdom (hit thoughts not mine) - came with the extended perks of pushing others around and *Out of his way* - mainly because he was preparing the portrait for the queen - something he was exceedingly late on completing because he burned every previous attempt he made due to being disatisfied with it- even when the queen's advisors said it looked 'absolutely stunning'... Pft, what would some prissy palace dragons know about *Real* Art besides hoarding it in their vast piles of treasure? He snorted at the thought - his talons working to get everything in place as he occasionally shot a glance to the sun dial outside the window and within the courtyard below... Late... Chest was *Late* (yes, I'm getting their name wrong on purpose). Eugh... How was he expected to teach a student that *Didn't* Have the discipline to even show up on time. Ametrine was going to give him *Fifteen* Minutes to get there - if they were even a second late, he was going to immediately walk out without so much as leaving a clue as to where he'd gone... That would show *Them* For wasting even a drop of his time- which was of *Course* The most valuable commodity under the three moons. \n\nIn the meantime he envisioned what they'd even be like - yes, he had seen them *Once* - but they were hardly memorable... They were purple and... He squinted, losing himself in thought as he sat lazily with his arms resting on a table and his snout resting in his talons. They were kind of *Stupid* He thought... Not that it was an uncommon trait with the dragons he worked with, but he could hardly pick up on a social cue and appeared to be more preoccupied looking at a line of ants scuttling across the cobblestone sidewalk in the plaza he had the dissatisfaction of talking to Crescent's parents in... How he let himself get talked into this was completely lost on him at this point in time."
},
{
"author": "Cress",
"message": "Cress was in their home, sitting at their desk which had many pieces of paper strewn about and the sun shining on them. He looked out at the sun curiously, thinking of the colors as strokes from a paintbrush. He fiddled with his talons before folding them neatly underneath him as he still stared at the skyline. His thoughts were filled with worry, thinking about what he had to do today. He *Knew* Something important was happening but he couldn't quite remember what, even though it was on the tip of his tongue. A bird flew by in the way of his view which snapped him into focus, a red tailed hawk to be specific, chimed in his head. *I wonder if you could make quills with those as well- I tried using an owl before and that worked just fine. I think I remember someone saying hawks worked just as well. Maybe thats something to try-*\n\nHe tilted his head at a paper that was on top of the rest, it has his schedule for today and he saw in big bold words ***Lesson with Ametrine***. With a yelp he quickly stood up, knocking over the chair and tripping over it in the same wing beat. He huffed in mild annoyance at his own mistake before feeling his chest tighten from anxiety at the fact he might end up late given the time as of right now. He had waited so long for this, knowing the habits of the well known artist. Ametrine personally had knowledge in almost all forms of art. Calligraphy? First thing he learned. Wood Carving? More like *Ice* Carving he tried in the Ice Kingdom. Sculpting? One of his favorite things to do in the Mud Kingdom. He would have went to the Rainforest for the painting, or maybe even the Nightwings, but he wanted to study at home and visit his parents. He owed almost everything to them. \n\nThe Skywing grabbed a satchel filled with extra supplied that might not be in the studio, securing it around his neck before waving goodbye to his parents. He took a deep breath before flying over to the art studio. His wings beat swiftly, carrying him closer and closer\n\nTo his destination which was not that far surprisingly. Even then he couldn't get over the fact that he was about to meet *The* Ametrine. He could only imagine the cost of a class from someone as amazing as him. Cress wasn't able to see many paintings from him, but the ones he was able to look at had him stunned, admiring every brush stroke, every smudge and detail. He felt he could get lost in it. Although, that wasn't saying too much he would assume, his mind seemed to wander a lot, but still somehow retained a lot of information given to him. \n\nIf he had a choice he wouldn't have talked to someone high up, it just made his wings shiver. He didn't want to make a bad first impression of course, but he also definitely didn't want to make him mad. It was almost guaranteed he would, given the fact he was nearing the time for their meeting. He wondered if it would just be better to leave, to save himself the embarrassment. However, as soon as the thought entered his head the Studio was in view. The building held a lot of memories for Cress, even though he hadn't frequented there often at all. He mostly enjoyed seeing the dragonets trying to attempt to learn new things. It was something lovely to watch in his mind, having a public area where anyone could pick up a brush or piece of clay and try to learn and master art, the ultimate form of self expression. Cress just had not exactly found what kind of art expressed who *He* Was.\n\nHe hoped this would change as he landed at the door, quickly tucking his wings close to his body and lowering his head, trying to not attract any unwanted attention. The way his scales resembled small flowers made him appear harmless of course, but it was too unique in his opinion. Didn't help he was named after the flower that seemed to appear on his scales. He pushed the door open and looked around, noticing the dial he was only a few minutes late, but still late nevertheless. He approached Ametrine who stood out from the crowd and bowed his head\n\"Hello sir, I'm so sorry I'm late... I- um, I know you're probably very busy and I appreciate you taking the time to come out here-\"\nHe tried to be polite as possible but his voice only got softer and softer the more he spoke."
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "***(its my goal to out rp you.***\n\n***(Come at me Lucid. Go ham and I'll go beef***"
},
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "*Finally* The horrendously *Late* Dragonet stepped into the studio - their talons clacking against the cold, grey stone floor that was littered with tiny puddles of pain, cracked- dried pieces of clay, and shavings from wood that could only be found in Pantala. Despite the public nature of the space - it's tools and materials were some of the finest. Nothing rusted, dull or dried beyond use - everything was *Perfect*. The scent of paint wafted through the air like the smell of an apple pie on a windowsill for any seasoned painter, and the back wall held painting, sculptures, pots, vases that held the personality of their creators - some more experienced than others, but all were equally beautiful in their own regard.\n\nAs Crisp walked over to them - Ametrine was staring daggers, at *Least* Giving them the courtesy of letting them finish their little tangent about how sorry they were and how *Thankful* They were to be given this opportunity- but once the words finished falling out of the violet skywing's lips, Ametrine hissed harshly. \"*Two*. Minutes. Late... *Don't* Let it happen again, Cross.\" He snorted - a jet of black smoke billowing from their nose before they turned away from him and towards the gymnasium of an artist's design. \"Pick your medium. This week, we're going to focus on *Each* Available medium in the studio. Each day will hold a different challenge until I can categorize your skill level in each and provide lessons curated to your... *Weaknesses*.\" He scowled - gesturing to each as he spoke its name. \"Pottery... We have a variety of clays to choose from. Earthenware, I chose terracotta for this one, porcelain and stoneware. Next, painting... Oil, tempera, encaustic... Pick your poison. Then, wood carving - walnut, oak, cherry... Sculpting - marble... Just marble, the way the rock cleaves makes it better than any other for the task... I won't test you on your calligraphy skills- even if you prove to be an otherwise talentless whelp - you at least have\n\nVague promise in writing fancy letters for the queen someday.\" He snorted - walking to the center of the various tools and medium provided - squinting at Crown curiously to see what decision he'd make. \n\nThis, too - was a test - perhaps Crone wasn't aware, but he was seeing which he chose first - something he was strong with or something in which he struggled... Cromp's choice would determine how Ametrine approached them for the rest of... Well, however long these awful lessons would be going on for- he figured. He'd already deduced they were small - not just literally, but psychologically as well - immediately intimidated by Ametrine's presence, though that wasn't entirely uncommon given his... Destructive nature towards his own work. The artist worked a *Lot* With a myriad of mediums - but no matter how wonderful or gorgeous his creations were - only a talonful didn't get shattered or burned to a pathetic pile of ash in a fit of unkempt rage. \n\nAround them the eyes of the various dragons in the studio were glued to Crop and Ametrine - silent whispers passed round the studio. 'Is *That* The dragonet he's taking as his apprentice?', 'Ametrine *Does* Apprenticeships?', 'Poor dragon... He's not going to make it out of his first lesson without some killer burns'. Ametrine snapped his talons as Corn's focus was broken by the murmurs of their on-lookers. \"Eyes on *Me* - you're not here to hear the opinions of prissy palace dragons, you're here to learn how to usurp their pathetic excuse for skill.\" He basically shouted the words as he sent a glare across the room that sent several dragons into a panic to make it look as though they weren't watching.\n\nOnce the metaphorical - and literal dust settled, Ametrine returned his amber gaze to Carp's expectedly. Well? Are they going to get to work or just stare at me like a stargazing nightwing? He thought - eugh... Dragonets... Why did mother and father wish for me to have one of these awful, airheaded creatures... It doesn't even know what it's doing here. Look at it... Well then, turn tail and go home little dragonet - save me the trouble of having to tutor - I'm more than satisfied with your parent's downpayment. I'd rather never see yo- He caught himself on a mental snag - no... No- you're being too harsh... What would *Romeo* Say if he saw you berating a dragon that was here and eager to learn... Calm down. He exhaled a sigh and stepped away from *Cress* - relinquishing themselves to lay in the sun, but still expecting them to make a choice before the sun had to set. Even if he *Had* All night, he wanted to get this done as fast as possible - like pulling out stitches after a bad fall - it wasn't that he *Hated* Cress... More like he *Hated* Dragons in general - he had given a chance to one, maybe this dragonet could be differet to... Maybe."
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"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Hes not a dragonet dragonet tho-\n\nThis nitro limit icon is the bane of my existence\n\nOMG HELP IT TRIED TO SEND AS A .TXT"
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"author": "Cress",
"message": "Cress immediately snapped their jaw shut before continuing when he was close enough to see just how disappointed Ametrine looked. It would be an understatement to have said he messed up, he did about as well as a caterpillar trying to fly. He didn't even get a chance to go into a cocoon. He was busy shrinking before feeling the sunshine on his scales. His gaze briefly shifted to the set up before him and realized Ametrine took the time to pick just the right spot. \n\nHis gaze was snapped back onto the Skywing as his ears folded back from being scolded. He nodded his head when he was told to not be late again, silently vowing to be 10 minutes early like he had *Originally* Planned. Cress blinked and held up his head more, so that he didn't appear completely pathetic in the face of a masterful artist such as Ametrine. Something told him he did anyways, however. When the smoke came up from his nostrils in large tendrils Cress wondered how many burn marks he would get from this lesson... He has heard about his temper, but he didn't expect to get caught on fire his *First* Lesson. Was he really that annoying? Or was he really that *Annoyed*? Maybe both answers could be true at once he supposed. He would have loved to help other artists learn the tools of the trade, but that didn't mean *Everyone* Did. \nThen the mediums were laid out beautifully in front of him, most he had some experience with and only a few he didn't. He did say that his calligraphy was done well. At least, he thought he was a little pleased with it. Cress didn't allow himself to be proud of that fact however, since he knew that was just one of many skills he had to learn. His mentor named the other materials off so quickly and harshly, it was almost as if he forgot all the beauty that came with each and every one of the materials. That couldn't be right though, he was wise and had much knowledge at his disposal. Surely, he didn't just think of these as just tools. He frowned ever so slightly due to h\n\nOw he was starting to become lost in his thoughts before hearing someone comment about him. \n*Why do they care so much- I'm not going to die- right? Did I do something wrong?*\n\nHis brow furrowed before Ametrine snapped at him, which made Cress flick his ears foreword and slap any expressions of worry off of his snout. He took in what he said, thinking about what he meant and how he viewed these other dragons. Of course, he wouldn't care as much, he was the talented one. Cress, however, was not. Although, it made him wonder about how he could learn to focus on himself. There was already things he was starting to learn from this Skywing even without starting the lesson itself. That spoke volumes, showing how Ametrine was in a completely different league than Cress. \nHe didn't want to risk making him irritated, well, *More* Irritated with him so he just nodded and looked back into his eyes. It was too intense for him as he quickly averted his gaze, instead looking back on the materials he had mentioned.\n\nHe named them off so quickly normal dragons would have their head whirling. However, he knew all of these by heart, he even went up and examined them, admiring the quality. It made him reminisce about the time when he learned them for the first time. Those memories were fun, mostly since he learned it without having to pay a mentor or anything of the such. He turned his head to the paints, not recognizing some but remembering the order in which Ametrine listed them out. He had *Some* Experience with the paints, but it was about as much as any other artist might know. A basic one that is. His mind wandered again, thinking about all the things he knew and could scrounge up about the paints. He knew this was his weakest area and wanted to get better, but would his ignorance make his mentor even more angry than he already was? What if this was some sort of test he would fail? Or maybe he already failed it the second his parents took it upon themselves to sign him up for a lesson with *The* Ametrine. \n\nHe had to think carefully, about whether or not he could make it out of here alive. Maybe all the comments he got were warranted, especially since he was not the strongest dragon mentally. He shook that thought away however, remembering what the skywing had told him just a moment ago. He gave up on trying to please Ametrine however, knowing he already failed that task he went for a more straightforward route, the route he knew best: honesty. \n\n\"I came here because I need to be better at painting... I at least can be *Decent* With the other mediums, but I just don't know what to do with paints. Is there anything you would recommend sir?\"\nHe asked honestly, having the courage to look him in the eyes if only for a few moments while he awaited an answer form the older dragon. Meanwhile he slowly regretted his choice of words, did he sound stupid? Did that sound polite? He *Did* Come here to learn though. If Ametrine agreed, maybe he would actually be willing to share his va\n\nSt knowledge with a dragon like him."
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"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "OMG I'm gna edit this so hard later\n\nIf I hear 'he' one more time I'm going to lose it"
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"author": "theoneandonlylucid",
"message": "Gotcha gotcha I really enjoyed reading it though, I'm excited to respond with Ametrine's reactions- external and internal >:3"
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "Amatrine's eyes lit up for a moment - their cold, calloused scowl fading to a look of intrigue and surprise. Instead of scolding their student, they simply responded with a silent nod of approval. Well done... He expected Cress to pick the task that was easiest for them out of the delegated materials and techniques in the interest of *Impressing* Their teacher - but Cress had chosen the objectively correct option - diving headfirst into the most difficult for them to comprehend practice. Hm... Despite being late, the violet skywing was proving to already show promise... He didn't want to ruin this by praising them for their choice and simply looked at them with the same expression he gave with critiquing a piece of art. Cress' eye contact screamed they were desperate to please - too formal... Too rigid, *Try again* He thought with a snort as he got up from his sunning spot and stepped over beside them. \"What you want to do with paint depends on what type of paint you want to use... Take this oil paint for example...\" His voice turned from rigid and demanding - to intrigued and soft as he seemed to start warming up to the idea of teaching. He grabbed a tube of violet oil paint and rolled it in his talons. \"Oil paint requires a canvas... Or a wooden panel, but for simplicity's sake the canvas is always the right choice when using oil paint. If you find yourself using a wooden panel for some *Ridiculous* Reason... You must prime it with gesso prepared with rabbit fat, chalk, and white pigment so the oil paint properly binds to the surface.\"\n\nHe glanced at Cress as if to make sure his new pupil was paying attention before continuing. \"Oil paint also has a longer drying time- apply it generously and work in layers- if you want faster drying times, use oil paint that takes advantage of linseed oil... Poppy, walnut, and safflower takes much longer to dry - unfortunately the art supplies we're utilizing today is using poppy... Remember that Walnut dries faster than safflowe\n\nR and poppy - and provides a more brilliant bright pigmentation though all semi-drying oils are admittedly paler once they dry...\" He seemed to be getting into it as he listed off a bunch of different tips regarding just the oil paint alone, it was like he was losing himself in the thick of everything he knew... It was only when he finished *That* Sentence did he realize he should probably write a lot of this down for Cress if he wanted to provide a proper learning experience. \"I'll write it all down later... Now... Remember to use hog hair bristlers and to clean with a mineral spirit - pallet knives are for mixing colors, and experiment with different laying techniques until you find something *You* Like.\"\n\n\"Onto tempera...\" He said the violet oil paint tube down and picked up a yellow tube of tempera. \"Works better on wooden panels compared to oil paints - dries faster too, but you want to use sable brushes- not hog hair for this type of paint. You can layer like you can with oil paint, but layering with tempera means the paint must be absolutely dry or the colors will blend into brown or black - if you layer, apply conservatively or it'll crack... Moons let me just...\"\n\nFrom there, he cut his droning lecture short, seemingly to get frustrated and bored with it himself as he gently nudged Cress to sit next to them as he provided a demonstration for proper use regarding each and every type of paint he had chosen - he went into detail about what made each special and different - what their strengths and weaknesses were- and what paint he personally preferred over the three- which was of course oil paint. Ametrine even went out of his way to show how *He* Layered his paint - speeding up the process by blowing a controlled current of hot air over the drying paint so it didn't take ages to show him anything. \"No no, you're holding your brush *Wrong* When you're doing that - you want to hold it like...\" He showed Cress - a hint of a smile forming in the corners of his snout - it was becoming clear the older artist was starting to enjoy this in little ways... Ametrine never cared for art - he did it because his parents *Made* Him do it... But this was different, something about teaching Cress made the act of using the various tools... Enjoyable... More than he had enjoyed it in his years of solitude. \"See! Like that- exactly like that - now hold your wrist still and flick your hand like this.\" He nodded in solemn approval.\n\nEvery time Ametrine did something - he made sure Cress was on the same page, every tiny skill or movement he seemed to put little more than an ounce of thought into before doing - he made sure the violet skywing could do several times in succession before moving on - about 1/4 through his class he grabbed an empty scroll and made illustrations for each movement that practiced and included notes about the paints, primers, and how to clean the different equipment. Despite having a rough start - and the threat of getting burned - Ametrine didn't puff another cloud of smoke once. Despite seeming to be regretful of having to teach, it was something he excelled in - no - he wasn't kind - and he definitely didn't coddle Cress\n\n, but every time he spoke or hissed his concerns, it had a purpose - and he worked with his student till Cress' talons were sore to ensure they were absorbing the information.\n\nThe dragons around them that had a taunting air of concerns looked like they had seen a ghost when Ametrine didn't roll into his usual fit of rage within the first 40 minutes of being there - some staying just to watch him teach even as the sun finished setting and two of the moons hung bright in the sky. As silver light poured in through the windows - he was busy letting Cress get to work on their first *Actual* Painting - with the colors and paint of their choice. He was simply standing back and observing - stating feedback would be provided *After* Cress was done and so the Amber eyes that once held disdain, now watched carefully and quietly down at his new apprentice's work with the most startling poker face imaginable, the temperamental artist looked like a stone carving - well - if it hadn't been for his colors that is."
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"author": "theoneandonlylucid",
"message": "So obviously I lied I read and replied tonight JNJDFNVJNGDJKVN"
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"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "I LOVE THIS STUPID FART FACE"
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"author": "Cress",
"message": "Cress noticed the change of expression from the older dragon, blinking in surprise at *Not* Being immediately burnt to a crisp. At least he had done something right, of course, he didn't expect praise by any means. In fact, he knew he didn't deserve any. Cress predicted this lesson to end with a disappointed look from the artist, which was only to be expected given the skill level difference. Anything Cress did was bound to seem inexperienced, so it was ok. Knowledge was what he was after. The dragons that seemed to be the embodiment of sunshine gave him a simple nod before going to speak again. \n\nThe dull, violet, dragon in comparison, perked his ears up and had a sparkle in his eyes hearing him speak. The words rolled off his tongue as if he was reading it off. If only he could pick apart his brain and search through the many scrolls of knowledge in his library. The idea fascinated him and made the younger dragon respect the artist, even though he seemed to drone on and on, Cress didn't mind one bit and nodded to let Ametrine know he was still listening attentively. In fact, he didn't want to ask any questions right now in case he messed up the skywing's rhythm. With only a moment of hesitation, Cress picked up the oil paint he was talking about, looking at the labeling and associating the words with the item itself. He did this when hog hair bristles were mentioned as well, holding the two side by side and nodding. There was a tilt on his head as he looked towards the mineral spirit and pallet knives, having completely forgotten they existed, much less how to use them properly. \n\nHe set them down after they moved onto tempera and nodded at what Ametrine had to say about them as well, but kept in mind that oil was his favorite. The older artist had talked about the oils longer than the other ones, he noticed. He looked at the sable brushes and scrunched his snout, not liking how they felt in his talons. Maybe it was a matter of just the dragon who made the brush\n\nBut he tried to grab another and encountered the same issue. He didn't interrupt however and politely set the brush down, turning to listen again before Ametrine got tired of his lecture and motioned for him to sit next to himself. Cress didn't hesitate at all, excitement bubbling up inside from wondering what else his mentor would teach. There was a great amount of effort put into making sure his face didn't give him away, especially since he didn't want to appear to be an overjoyed fool. Although, the more information was thrown into his brain, the more he felt the corners of his lips curl upwards in excited anticipation. Even just *Watching* The artist expertly heat up the paint to dry faster fascinated him. The skill and dedication he could witness up close made him eager to try it out for himself. However, when he went to try himself he was almost immediately corrected which caused him to remember to contain himself and not become too much. He tried to concentrate deeply, his brow furrowed as he tried to perfect the movements Ametrine showed him. He learned quickly, being able to recall information that had just been thrown at him almost perfectly. He got so lost in the lesson, maneuvering and manipulating the paint to do his bidding, that he forgot that his mentor was still watching and got a little startled when he was given approval. He merely let out a small nervous laugh in response.\n\nCress was like a small little duckling, following along with whatever Ametrine threw at him. The Skywing was so focused, determined to learn all he could in the time he had. He did mess up a few times here and there, scowling very lightly at himself before diving right back into it before perfecting it and moving on swiftly. Even then, when the scroll was brought out Cress leaned over, nodding thoughtfully over the information that was shown and used what he was taught. His tail thumped excitedly when he read it over, making sure to drill the tid bits of information. Information, information, information, there was so much- it made him rub his temples. However, other than that he refused to voice his momentary pain and trekked on, determined. This wasn't something he was doing to impress Ametrine either, it was more of him basking in the idea of working for his new skills. Something he was all too familiar with. Art always had times for hardship, frustration and even tears. Art also always had times for growth, self improvement and achievement. \n\nCress was so focused on perfecting his movements that he hadn't realized the older artist didn't seem as agitated, only seeing his emotions through critique in the form of mostly hisses. It was something Cress appreciated if he had to be honest with himself. It was apparent that neither of their time was being wasted through the communication and meaningful silence between the two. After a while Cress could feel himself slipping into the zone, not even bothering to think about the thoughts of the other dragons in the studio. The brush upon canvas and paper was the only thing he allowed himself to think about, his form needed to be perfect. Or, at least as close to perfect he could get. He did just learn all of this new information after all, but he still didn't want to cut himself too much slack. After staying in almost the same upright posture for so long, the weight on his limbs seemed to get heavier and heavier. There w\n\nEre moments he had to snap his wings back up to maintain. Proper balance while he analyzed the paint that was being poured upon the canvas. \n\nEven then, with all of the setbacks and sore muscles he didn't once complain, knowing the experience he was getting was rare. It was something he needed to take advantage of for as long as he could, but not long to the point of wasting his mentors time. That was the last thing he wanted to do. Cress remained quiet for the majority of the session, only speaking to ask for critique or make sure he was doing something right. Otherwise, he didn't ask much about Ametrine himself, knowing a dragon like him would only get bored or irritated with such questions. Especially since he probably got asked a lot of things on the daily basis. Moons, he started to even wonder how he got lucky enough to be given a lesson.\n\nThe final test was now given to him as Cress looked upon the empty canvas. There wasn't much he *Wanted* To do. Especially since he was so focused on learning the maneuvers he didn't quite think about how to apply them just yet. He sat there for a good few moments, feeling the gaze of his mentor beside him. A painting of himself of Ametrine would be the most stupid idea in his opinion. Cress wasn't self absorbed, and Ametrine would probably burn any painting he made regarding him to a crisp. He did want to show all he had learned, however. There had to be a way for him to demonstrate all the skills he had been taught. Then an idea occurred to him, with a spark in his dark ruby eyes, the Skywing picked up the different brushes, even the ones that felt awkward to him, and set them beside his canvas. He split the canvas into different sections, each section having its own type of paint in it. He started with the slowest drying paint, testing out the skill he observed Ametrine doing by carefully blowing a warm stream of air onto the canvas. He did similar things to the other areas using the correct brushes and movements. He was so lost in his movements that the weight in his limbs almost seemed to be lifted. When he lifted the brush for the last time Cress took a deep breath and leaned back to admire the painting. It was a shard of glass, broken into separate pieces that had their own portion of paint. The background was a type of oil black that has deep depth to it, an impure black of red and green that made the blue and green shards of glass stand out. The textures were also different for each portion and showcased the strengths each type of paint had to give. It was definitely something Cress wouldn't have done without his mentor's help. He looked over his shoulder to see what Ametrine would think of it, not caught off guard by his poker face. \n\"I know it's not as good as yours- I just wanted to show all the things you taught me.\" \nHe explained carefully, feeling ne\n\nRvous as he stepped away from the painting to let him inspect it closer."
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"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Pulling up my word count on this\n\nMore like, getting back into the groove. Like i said i used to rp like this and im glad i have someone like who does it so well to rp with ^^"
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"author": "Ametrine | The Temperamental Artist",
"message": "By the time the two of them were reaching the apex of their evening together - Ametrine's little lesson had run over the 'allotted time' *Ages* Ago. The moons were full and so too were the heads of the two artists. Night slithered into morning in what felt like a blink of an eye. The glittering set of scales that set next to the gentle violet dragon fed off of their quiet enthusiasm - each brush stroke as they practiced techniques and movements was commented on thoroughly and with firm care and consideration for Cress' individual needs as a student. 'Try doing it like this', 'Oh- that was excellent', '*Focus*', 'You're applying too much pressure', 'You'll ruin a brush if you use it like that', 'You don't seriously think a pallet knife is held like that, right?', 'Careful blending those colors...', 'That layer isn't dry enough yet - just a second longer'. Soon, the two had the studio all to themselves. The soft glow of lanterns and candles strewn about and lit by Ametrine in between his words of wisdom flickered softly - illuminating the grey stone walls and giving it a warmth that heated the soul. Outside the window the stars hung in the sky like specks of silver paint - the two brilliant shining moons peering in through the window as if watching the two intently like a pair of eyes. \n\nCress was growing on Ametrine like lichen on an old bolder - a practice he once quietly despised despite taking part in - he learned to love through teaching someone who *Was* Passionate about what they were doing... Or perhaps the artist had been passionate the whole time as well - but remained bitter due to past sentiments and regrets. Truly - this little purple dragon was... Well, worth giving this chance. He figured they were going to be prideful, ego-driven, and self-centered - but instead Cress was humble, quiet and anxious. All that anxiety blended like pigment upon a canvas as they worked though - it was charming. Despite his student's best efforts to contain their excitement\n\nAnd their enthusiasm, Ametrine was more than perceptive to pick up on the little details. They movement of their tail, the sparkle in their eyes, the way they'd correct themself on their tone mid-sentence when they spoke. Yes- the dragon he'd berated, scolded, and threatened to walk out on before their arrival - had more than enough potential to make their dreams come true. Not in a million moons was he going to say that in the *First* Lesson... But one day, he wanted to work up the courage and conviction to tell him that, when Cress was *Ready* To hear it of course. For now - they still needed to focus on coming in on time - and they needed to be consistent too. If they were like this *Every* Lesson he knew he was going to enjoy every second of teaching this dragonet.\n\nAmetrine sat next to Cress as they worked - putting the finishing touches on the scroll he wanted them to study, along with a practice plan they'd follow up on at some point once the two had worked through the other mediums in their next lessons. His talon stretched across the parchment - illustrating and writing - but mostly illustrating the different talon-movements down to actually drawing talons holding the different tools with correct form and motion lines that came along with another sketch of where one's talon would be once the motion was completed. He added advice on where to find quality tools and how to identify them - even instructions on how to *Make* Them.\n\nIn between finishing up the scroll - talons dripping with ichor, he looked up at Cress' work - quietly impressed by how they chose to go about the allotted task. Sectioning off different pieces of the canvas and using each paint to depict what appeared to be shattered glass - the oil they chose for the background was exquisite, and their ability to draw the viewers' attention to the paints and their different properties - exaggerating the strengths of each paint so that it was clear what type they used... It was... Brilliant. \n\nWhen Cress was done, Ametrine wiped the ink from his talons and took the canvas in his talons and looked it over with the eyes of a critic... He was no *Professional* Teacher... But by the moons... He ran his talons carefully across the surface - not just seeing but *Feeling* Every grove - every mountain, valley, peak, and trough. Even if for a moment, Cress could see the look of awe in Ametrine's eyes... There was a long, uncomfortable silence that filled the room. The sunset skywing was taking their time taking in every detail - every square centimeter of canvas assigned its own 15 seconds of fame until he sat the painting gently back on the easel. \"Exquisite.\" He said- with a cold, disinterested voice that did little to hide his true feelings as he tapped his chin with a thoughtful talon- still squinting at the painting. \"Your parents... Tell them to hold off on paying for your next lesson...\" The tone of his voice carried like he wasn't interested in teaching Cress anymore, but before the skillful student could let a set of tears slip down their snout- he continued. \"This will do fine for payment.\" He gestured to the canvas. \"You may take it home to study it - but when the time comes for us to work together again, I humbly request that I get to have this one as a frame of reference for your future work. I need something to compare what you'll be making in the future to - and I don't hardly expect you to *Remember* Bringing it every time.\"\n\nHe rolled his eyes with a snort - recalling the fact their apprentice had almost forgotten to even show up today. \n\nAmetrine grabbed the scroll and handed it to Cress. \"This is yours. I want you to study it *Diligently* - take these paints home, and work with them every day - I don't care if it's filling another canvas, or lines on a sketchbook - but you must wet your brushes before bed with no exceptions. That's your homework. No need to turn anything in because *I'll know* If you practiced your techniques or not.\" If the truth was told - he wasn't worried about Cress - well, not at much as he figured he'd be anyways... But he still said what he said to keep an air of professionalism - didn't want his student to think he was getting soft. \"Your next lesson is next week on *Wednesday*. I look forward to seeing you then and *On time*. Before we wrap this up, do you have any questions or comments?\" He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow at his pupil as he shifted his wings awaiting their response.\n\nThe temperamental artist's tail flicked quietly through the air as he gazed down at his *First* Apprentice. A soft snort echoing in his mind as their eyes met. Not once had he ever thought he'd *Enjoy* Teaching- nor did he think he'd *Ever* Take on an apprentice - but Cress' parents were so dreadfully persistent. First- the letters, the endless storm of letters that made their way to his secluded mountain cave in such a timely manner he wondered if the damn dragons writing them were living right outside in the forest below or something. When he finally *Caved* And met them for the first time he could tell *Immediately* They were nothing like his parents. Their excitement about their dragonet wasn't born from jealousy, expectations or greed - it was born of determined love, admiration for their son's work, and the notable ability to be a pain in the tail enough to get him to budge. He figured they were just overzealous and overselling their offspring's work and talents - but today, his initial thoughts and first impressions were proven wrong for the first time in the long time. He *Almost* Regretted going as hard as he did on Cress in the beginning... *Almost*. Moving forward he was going to work them even harder- if they continued putting as much heart and soul into their craft as they did that first painting - then these lessons were sure to pay for themselves every time.\n\nIt wasn't like Ametrine has somewhere to be or go - when he wasn't teaching, he was working on his own paintings, burning them - or lounging around angrily - sometimes all three. He could take as much time as he needed to spend on this - and he certainly enjoyed this *Much* More than working alone in his scorched studio- even if it was difficult to admit. Maybe being a teacher wasn't *So* Bad, so long as Cress kept being a good student and the frighteningly long list of letters from their parents stopped rolling in like an infinite scroll- though he expected that now that their son was officially\n\nEnrolled with him that he'd be getting letters regarding their progress and if they're being a good student. Eugh - just the thought of it all sent his head spinning - and since he said yes, he felt obligated to read them all himself... It hadn't donned on him that maybe he should consider hiring a dragon to go through his mail for him."
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"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "When did this lovely piece of text grace my thread?\n\n*It's like a trigger word help*\n\nThis is like two gods fighting"
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"author": "theoneandonlylucid",
"message": "I was having the same thought KJFDNKJVNJD"
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"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Ill need to find some time later, im jus doing class work"
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"author": "Downtide",
"message": "Not quite one of her good days... Actually... Did she have any good days recently? If getting away stealing food counts as a good day, then maybe- but the entire runaway action was differently imagined by the rebellious princess than what she was actually experiencing. Far from home, still unknown if they were still looking for her all the way out here in different territory, the Seawing *Ex-princess* Lingers around the city centre of the Skywings. From her book she got to know some of their culture, but she imagined less stranger tribes to be around. To her surprise she often saw other dragons than Skywings crossing paths with her, mostly giving her odd looks, which was quite reasonable-...\n\nDowntide pulled her robe's hood over her head as she snuck through the market stands. She was kind of thankful that nobles were quite common around here- so her high quality robes more or less blends in with their aesthetic, she was thankful to have chosen her dark red instead of the deep blue one... Unfortunately by now her beautiful robes where covered in holes and dirty spots, since the idea of sleeping beneath the open night sky was more 'badass' than a roof above her head. It's been the third day in the Skywing kingdom- and her packed pouch was by now only filled with crumbs of where once were enough snacks to get by for a couple days. How could've she known exhaustion could make her so hungry? Desperately hungry in fact. She tried to trade with parts of her jewellery- but only got odd looks in return cause of her pretty un-Royal appearance. No royal had that amounts of piercings on them- and most definitely no scars over their talons, arms and face as if they would've been involved in physical conflicts. No Royal would be 'that messed up', so she was taken for a jewellery thief at first, sellers denying her jewellery until she dared to actual steal in order to fill her stomach-\n\nHow unfortunate she hasn't thought about guard patrols, and quickly she was dragged to responsibility for her crimes. Responsibility, something she despised just as much as claws pining her neck to the ground. The tumult caused some attention, dragons watching curiously and some even shedding giggles and jokes over three guards which struggled to hold down one young Seawing."
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{
"author": "Gemstone",
"message": "Gemstone's jewelry clicked and jangled against her scales as she swept through the crowded bazaar, her path cleared for her by the handful of guards she'd ~~dragged~~ brought along. For her own safety, of course- and besides, they get *Paid* To protect her family at all times, and that certainly included during impromptu trips to the shops. Though, it didn't hurt that they also served as, essentially, a captive audience. Gemstone would take their exasperated replies to her questions of *\"Do you think this matches my scales\"* Or *\"Would you consider this more of a periwinkle or a cornflower blue?\"* Over complete silence any day.\n\nAs the princess perused the art supplies on display, her attention was drawn, along with the multitude of other dragons', to the commotion in front of a nearby stall. Gemstone ignored the growing crowd and their craning necks, abandoning her interest in a new animal-hair paintbrush set to draw closer, the guards at her flank quickly setting out to clear a path for her. She paid no mind to the bustling, focused on getting as close as possible.\n\n\"What's all this?\" She demanded once she broke through the ring in her most confident, royally-charged *'I'm-in-charge'* Voice, channeling the regality that she admired in her own mother. While Gemstone herself had no real desire to take the throne- she was content with her art, *Thank you very much-* She knew the power that her family held, and she was willing to take full advantage of it to satisfy her own curiosity. Besides, wouldn't mother be pleased to learn that she was stepping up and taking charge? That in itself was enough reason to press on, golden-brown eyes landing on the writhing form that the guards struggled to hold.\n\nGs.She paused at the sight of a Seawing under that ruby cloak. Beautiful, had it not been for the rips and tears in it, and she found herself sad for the garment. As far as Gemstone knew, Seawings normally donned cool colors- blues and greens and purples and whatnot. Her eyes took in the rough-looking dragon, pinned by her own guards, and her interest flared. She'd never seen a dragon with so many piercings and tattoos- something she quickly found to be a shame, because why would anyone *Not* Want to put art directly to their scales? She would have to keep that notion in mind for the future."
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "Aight aight, if I fall asleep don't worry"
},
{
"author": "Downtide",
"message": "\"LET GO OFF ME YOU SMOKESNORTERS!!\"\n\nA strong feminine voice demanded, the total opposite of Gemstone's. A sharp poison in her voice that sounded just as threatening as her motion was. She clawed into the stone ground, her claws causing an unpleasant scraping tone- but her rage was fitter than that, especially when one of the guards grabbed her by the horns and pushed her face against the floor.\n\"You are arrested due to multiple theft! In your own interest, tell us from where you've stolen that jewellery!\"\nOne of the guards commended, who had enough air in his lungs unlike his colleagues- which also had a view scratches over their arms by now.\n\"I told you-!! I did NOT steal them! I brought them with me from the Seawing kingdom!!\"\n\"Very unlikely, you're wearing the jewellery of nobles but have to steal?\"\n\"I tried to trade em!!!\"\nDowntide grunted, when she mentioned she was a royal- or used to be since she decided to run away -the crowd including the guards bursted into laughter. It wasn't at all how she imagined it. What brought her so far out here in the first place was her wish to be free from Royal responsibilities. She wanted to experience adventures like the characters in her books- she wanted to live a life outside of her palace and Royal grounds. Now she got what she wanted... The polar opposite of Royal treatment. Her face flared with anger- but in between her tensed eyes tears began to form, if it was from the physical pain of her wings nearly being dislocated or her dreams being crushed by the painful reality.\n\nDowntide's eyes met bright yellowish, nearly golden scales which stood not too far from her. Downtide raised her head as far as she could to look up at the dragon, all those accessories instantly bringing her to the conclusions- *A royal... And that shiny twig is looking down on me like that-...As if nothing could ever touch you* She thought.\n\n\"You better lower your head for princess Gemstone, thief!! Your majesty- we apologise for the drama, we will take care of this.\"\nThe guard promised, struggling with keeping Downtide's head low-"
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"author": "Gemstone",
"message": "Gemstone wasn't entirely sure what to do here. On one hand, the guards claimed thievery. On the other, this Seawing looks rather peeved at being accused, and shouldn't any criminal be trembling under the claws of three armored dragons? Surely, any thief would beg for mercy. Still, wasn't it her job as the highest member of authority present to settle the dispute? And shouldn't she fight for any innocent dragon to go free? Gemstone certainly thought so. \n\n\"Let the Seawing stand,\" She ordered the guards, critical eye taking in the supposedly ill-gotten goods. She was determined to get to the bottom of this commotion- just like a detective in some of the library's scrolls.\n\nThe Skywing princess stepped closer to take the gold rings form one of the guards into her own talons, examining them closely. Gemstone considered herself a conneseour in the arts more than anything else, but she's no stranger to jewels and precious metals- especially the ones that serve to enhance her own scales. She was *Also* Quite familiar with the shopping district in Sanctuary, and not once had she ever seen regalia in styles like these. She was sure she would recognize them; gold was an excellent accent color for herself, after all, and she knew practically every metalworker specializing in jewelry in the area. And the cloak- while red is a popular color in Skywing arts, the style of it cetainly isn't that of Skywing origin. In Gemstone's mind, that just cemented the fact that the Seawing really had brought it- and by extension, the jewelry- from the Seawing Kingdom.\n\n\"Are you daft? Or just blind? From which stall do you suggest this jewelry came from?\" Gemstone demanded of the three guards, holding up the metal bands to make a point. Her neck arched to its full height, though she wasn't aware of just how little it intimidated anyone, the delicate chains draped around her horns swaying at the sides of her head. It was the job of her personal guard to do the intimidating, anyways.\n\n\"In all my time,\" She started again, as if she weren't only a few years old, \"I have *Never* Seen this style of work. And believe you me, I would *Remember* Craftsmanship like this. So *Let the Seawing free.\"* She huffed to herself, having convinced herself of the blue dragon's innocence- perhaps too quickly, though the thought never once crossed her mind. Under threat of jailing, Gemstone figured that *Surely* She would be honest. \n\n\"Seawing,\" She decided to address the blue dragon directly, voice dropping its attempt at authority and gaining a more formal tone, though it was stilted, like a child playing at being ruler. \"On behalf of these-\" She paused for a moment, trying to remember her lessons in *Not* Blatantly insulting the castle staff, *\"Mistaken* Officers, I offer my sincerest apologies. And- and your property back.\" She faltered just slightly as she held out the jewelry, finally taking in the anger on the water dragon's face."
},
{
"author": "Downtide",
"message": "As the princess commanded for the guards to stop pinning the Seawing down, actually giving them somewhat the individual rights of standing upright, the Seawing nearly threw one of the guards as soon as they loosened their grip- but not to give it a run, or an eventual fight with the other two as a caught and stressed criminal would have-, instead she growled at them before meeting the inspecting eyes of the Skywing princess. Downtide was about to raise her head- giving them just the same intimidating look, but changed her mind last second realising what situation she was in, so she kept her head low.\n\"Your highness- she-\"\nThe guard instantly silenced his explanation as the princess shared her statement and knowledge about the local jewellery, claiming that the Seawing's were not matching theirs in an obvious way. The other guards kept their heads low as well- out of respect and shame as Gesmtone made it sound as her arresting wasn't justified the slightest.\n\nDowntide exhaled as the princess sentenced her innocent, her facial expression loosening a bit as she reached out for her jewellery, taking it with a respectfully thanking nod.\n\"But your highness, she was caught stealing goods from the bakery-\"\nDowntide's snout tensed up once more as she hisses over her shoulder at them before for the first time- locking eyes with the brownish glimmering gold.\n\"I tried to trade my jewellery for something to eat, I've been denied, and hunger drove me, if you can relate-\" *What I doubt..* Downtide thought, instantly being poked into her side with the harmless end of the guard's spear.\n\"Address the princess respectfully!\"\n\nThe seawing's voice was showing the slightest tone of guilt within, despite her reason being somewhat reasonable. Besides, now as those robes where hanging loose on her, the \"Art\" On her body that was mistaken for tattoos before- now been revealed as the glowing marks which Seawing's had. Since Gemstone spent quite the time in scrolls- maybe she has heard once about a unique pattern of those among royal blood. But if this pretty- unroyal behaving Seawing, really was from royal blood, why didn't they defend their position? Not once they've stated their status, and most questionable- what was a royal Seawing, with apparently no escort, doing so far from familiar territory in the Skywing kingdom?"
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{
"author": "Cirque",
"message": "The tavern was relatively crowded this evening. The heat of the day had made the Tavern a popular destination, as it was always the coolest building in the den. The hanging lanterns cast a steady glow over the walls of the building, and bouncing off the scales of the dragons who filled the room. \n There were all sorts of dragons here today. Mainly Sandwings, of course, but every so often you'd find a Rainwing here, a Seawing there. Hell, there were even a couple of Silkwings speaking Pantalan over in the corner. Skywings mingling, Mudwings drinking and bellowing raucously. However, possibly the most unexpected attendee of the establishment was the bartender.\n He was a burly Icewing who sported a set of amethyst earrings. He'd spent the better part of the night consoling a distraught Sandwing about his most recent relationship screwup. It had almost been a relief when the Sandwing left. \n Now, the Icewing, whose scales were a silvery-blue colour, was swiping a cloth through a small glass. His eyes focussed on a somewhat grumpy looking Rainwing at the end of the bar who had so far declined to order anything. The Icewing huffed, and a small cloud of cold particles dusted the air in front of him."
},
{
"author": "|~ESTELLA | MILITARY COMMANDER~|",
"message": "*Estella would enter the tavern as she would look around with thought as she would goes over to the bar area and orders a drink that skywings like to drink whenever they come to taverns as well as some dried lizards as that is her favorite sandwing kingdom meal to order here as she would looks around at all the dragons in the area as she would go mingle with some other skywings.*\n\n*She would chuckle and laughs as she listened to what the skywings say as she would get her drink and meal as she would start to eat the dried lizards while she talks about her day and her duties as she would flick her tail as she eyes the IceWing section as she would continue to eat her dried lizards and takes a sip of her drank while talking about the stuff she has to do as well as how her day has been so far today.*\n\n*Estella would soon finish her drink as she would order another drink and some more dried lizards as she would go back to chatting and mingling with the other skywings in the tavern as she would listen to there replies as she would chuckle at the jokes and what they have to say about there day and how stubborn some of the other skywings are when it comes to training and their duties.*"
},
{
"author": "Cirque",
"message": "A new dragon at the bar. The Icewing eyes flickered over to her, eying up the newcomer. She didn't hold herself like an outclaw. Passing through, perhaps?\n The Icewing slid her drinks as she requested them, but didn't say anything at first. He knew what she was after less than a minute of observing her. **\"Which army?\"** Inquired a rumbling voice. The Icewing was just in front of Estella now.\n With practiced grace, he huffed a cloud of ice into a glass held in his serrated claws, proceeding to fill it using a few unlabelled bottles from behind the bar counter."
},
{
"author": "|~ESTELLA | MILITARY COMMANDER~|",
"message": "*Estella would turn and looks at him as she would be a bit confused \"Um why do you ask I am a military commander for the skywing army's I'm basically like a high ranking officer\" She said with a puff of smoke as she would look at the Skywings around her as she would pick up a dried lizard and eats it as she would turn back and looks at him.*\n\n*She would look at him again before going back to talking a bit to the skywings around the table as she would flick her tail a bit as she would listen to what they said and then soon turns and looks at him again.*\n\n*\"Also why where you asking about what army do I belong to is it cuz I am a hybrid and your curious on what kingdom I live in and server I am here on business\" She said with a snort as she would flick her tail as she would think to herself and then goes and explains some things to the other skywings sitting around the table as she would soon bites into another dried Lizard.*"
},
{
"author": "Cirque",
"message": "Well, that was a relief he supposed. However, her tank worried him. What sort of work could the Skywing military possibly be doing here in the Scorpion Den? His face remained passive, but noticeably his tail flicked back and forth in a somewhat agitated manner as he worked. \n **\"What sort of... \"Business\"?\"** He inquired, his tone lowering. He didn't need the whole Den panicking because of a few soldiers. Has she called him *Server*? Cirque ground his teeth together, but didn't deign to comment on that specific bout of disrespect."
},
{
"author": "loireya",
"message": "If that is fine with you"
},
{
"author": "|~ESTELLA | MILITARY COMMANDER~|",
"message": "*Estella would turn and looks at them with a bit of strain look on her face as she would huff a bit as she flicks her tail \"Skywing business why should i explain things to you when it is clearly some personal Skywing business that my queen has sent me to do\" She said a bit annoyed at the as she continued to give them a strict look on her face as she sat there looking at Cirque and then looks at the other skywings around her and then back at Cirque*"
},
{
"author": "Cirque",
"message": "He yet again found himself ready to snap at this pompous hybrid. He'd have refused her drinks, but hey, he needed the patronage. \n\n **\"Whatever you say.\"** He hissed, huffing a small cloud of ice, which caused some snowflakes to dust Estella's piebald snout. Cirque could handle some indignity. That being said, he was on guard now. Soldiers in the Scorpion Den was a rare occurrence, and never meant anything good. Noticeably, as he turned to another patron of the tavern, his neck spikes were flared somewhat."
},
{
"author": "|~ESTELLA | MILITARY COMMANDER~|",
"message": "*\"If you really want to know my queen has gotten tips that a traitor to our kingdom has been hanging out here and I'm here to watch out for them and capture them and bring them back to her majesty\" She said as she would explain everything about the dragon she is looking for in hopes of them keeping a eye out for the dragon as she would take a sip of her drink.*"
},
{
"author": "Cirque",
"message": "Well, he *Had* Been willing to give up on the topic. Listening to this SkyWings quick, run-on speech pattern was beginning to get tedious. He twisted his neck just enough to focus one of his dark eyes on her. **\"Talkative now, aren't we?\"**\n\n He finished up with one of the further customers before coming back and resting his arm on the bar in front of the soldier. Up close, he was quite noticeably huge. Probably not the biggest dragon anyone's ever seen, but still larger than most. **\"Go on.\"** The bartender had no intention of helping this self righteous hybrid, but it didn't hurt to listen just in case he needed to warn whoever her target was."
},
{
"author": "|~ESTELLA | MILITARY COMMANDER~|",
"message": "*Estella would look at them as she would flick her tail \"I don't know how well to explain the situation to you with the traitor because their hasn't been much information about them from my Queen but she sent me here to figure out information about them yet\" She said as she would flick her tail as she would explain the looks and what the dragon she was after was like and to figure out the Last location was here but she didn't know where they went off too.*"
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"author": "Adonis",
"message": "In the unbarring heat of the Scorpion Den, the dark silkwing weaved among the crowd of dragons. Some with brightly colored scales, others with vibrant strands of jewelry or perhaps adorned with scars instead of gems. Dragons with 4 wings like himself and others with stingers, frills or gills. All of these traits were detected and quickly dismissed by the silkwing's watchful eyes.\n He looked up at the blaring rays of sun that filtered through the fabrics that offered minimal shade, grumbling under his breath. Something about how the den could afford to spend some funds on proper shading. The desert was unkind to his darker colored scales, making the heat absorb that much easier. That's why Adonis came prepared with loose linen to make his visit more bearable. He had finished an assassination job, something quick and easy. However, it was also in the Sand Kingdom of all places. \n*That's what I get for teasing Sanny a few too many times I suppose*\nHe thought quietly. \n\nThe sign of a tavern caught his eye, making Adonis let out a sigh of relief at the thought of a cold drink. He ducked his head and slinked into the tavern, tilting his head and letting a content smile creep up his face in relief at finally being safe from the suns deadly rays. Who knows, maybe he would even be able to hear some gossip or news. Lots of things were brewing around the kingdom, and it was interesting to hear what dragons had to say. \nWith a delighted hum, Adonis found a seat along the middle of the bar. He raised a talon to get the attention of the bartender who only waved him off, saying they would be there shortly. In the meantime, Adonis allowed his eyes to trail along the tavern, looking at the customers curiously while he readjusted the linen wrapped around his back to be more comfortable."
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "Yes please \nPing me always\n\nI'm into strangling /j\n\nNo fr, \nIf I'm awake\nAsleep\nIn prison \nWanted in 39 countries \nOr dead"
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "To Adonis's surprise the Bartender came shortly back to him, placing a crystal clear glass just before his talons, the ice cubes within the orange-brownish liquid still cracking under the sudden collision of opposite temperatures.\n\n\"The gentlemen there spend you this round\"\nThe tall and bulky Sandwing said with a slight annoyed tone, probably already having quite the long shit behind him. He pointed with a nod of his head a couple seats to Adonis's right where seemingly another Sandwing sat, still visibly above average size even through the old and damaged robes with didn't only hide his face but nearly his entire wings as well.\nA weird presence laid in the air, it wasn't the stinging smell of all kinds of alcohol neither the burned and smoked herbs... No... It felt as if he was watched, and that not only by the Sandwing that hid beneath the brownish fabric. \nThe bartender sighed as he moved his snout further away from his new costumer.\n\"Anything else?\"\nWith the end of his sentence his *Sponsor* Began tapping his claws against the polished counter, seemingly trying to visualise his eagerness for a confrontation."
},
{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "Oh besides! If I'm not like- *Replying* To everything you wrote, or like referring to it- I hope you don't mind that"
},
{
"author": "ren34bidden",
"message": "Don't mattah how long or short you want rp imma give u rp 👊 I love your writing regardless and thank youuuuu I appreciate it teehee\n\nI APPRECIATE YOURS AND APPRECIATE THAT YOU APPRECIATE IT 👊"
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{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "The soft clacking of ice on the glass made the silkwings ear flick, he swiveled around the find the drink and tilted his head. When he was told of who bought him the round, the silkwing looked to see the cloaked figure. \nThe air sat still for a moment, thoughts making the silkwing tense. The situation didn't *Seem* Too dangerous, not in front of all these dragons.\n* Besides, free drink in this heat? Why not?*\nHe was fully aware of the aura the Sandwing radiated, but was quick to dismiss it and see for himself what his attitude was, even as the stranger tapped his talons. He was mostly curious on what he did to catch his attention.\n\nAdonis scooped up his drink and raised it slightly in the direction of the stranger with thanks, a charming grin adorning his features. He stayed where he was but turned his body to speak to him,\n\n\"Thank the moons above, my scales were *Not* Made for this heat. Truly- names Adonis by the way, who do I owe the pleasure to, hm?\"\nHe smiled, taking a small sip of his drink, enjoying both the coolness of temperature in contrast to the warmth that it gave running down his throat."
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"author": "Silencer",
"message": "The stranger replied by raising his drink as well, his cloak falling off his arms and revealing intense defined forearms, those muscles visible even through the thicker scaled parts. The Sandwing grinned slightly, his smile visible with the rest of his snout but his eyes were still a mystery. Another detail that wasn't seen often was a long braid hanging down from the back of his head with a metal accessory attached to its end. \n\"Yeah, on days like these the silent words won't be heard under the blazing heat. *Cheers~*\"\nA riddle? The formulation was odd, no context nor reference to the Silkwings name request. *Silent Words* Was he insisting on a trusted conversation? It could've been one guess.\n\n\"Uncommon such colours for you kind, comes with its pros and cons, no?\"\nThere it was again, it was subtile, barely noticeable in the short moments, but it seemed as if the chattering ambience in the tavern decreased its volume whenever that Sandwing spoke. The first time could've been the brain which focused on the words of the stranger- but it happening twice couldn't just be the heat that possibly cooked his head.\nJust like the entire scene, which seemed to feel more out of the ordinary than longer you focused your attention on it, the same happening with the stranger Sandwing. Adonis's eyes quickly could notice more unusual details, like something smooth and reddish sticking out from beneath his robes which covered his wings, or an unnecessary amount of pouches being clipped around his waist as well as the odd looking whip-...At least it had the form of one, a metal handle, but it's length happening to be an entire metal chain which ended with something like a mace- less round and more sharp -attached to it. An usual weapon, for a guard as well as for an assassin. So those two stereotypes could be crossed, but what else could that stranger be?\n\nHe took a sip of his glass before swinging his head in a motion as if he was requesting the Silkwing to join him, his tail curling around his seat... Which end had a curved blade attached to his natural Sandwing weapon, for unknown reasons."
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "The appearance of the cloaked stranger made it more clear about his tribe, sandwing. Not uncommon by any means, especially here. The silkwing assumed he lived close by, if not in the den itself. Yet, that didn't give any clues as to why he spoke the way he did. Neither did it give explanation to the reason for such a defined physique. Yet as his eyes trailed down to notice the glint of a weapon, he wondered if it was a mercenary of some sort... Maybe an assassin as well? No, most assassins are more hidden, and he, himself, never got suspected due to his charming nature and lack of reasons to be seen as a threat. \nThe only thing that made him seem different was the dark color of his scales and the muscle definition spread all along his body that remained undetectable for the most part until he flexed any. A sleeper build of sorts.\n\n*I wonder if he does this with every dragon he sees, maybe this is a test of some sort... Definitely not the crowd I'm used to.*\nThat said a lot, due to the fact Adonis had encountered many dragons in his travels. Many different personalities he got along with and observed. From hot heads to calm murderers, and even silent shy royalty. They all had some way of finding even ground to talk and get to know well. Yet, this dragon? He just had to put his best talons foreword in this uncharted territory as he got up to set his glass down beside the stranger and gave his same endearing smile he always brought to new dragons. Adonis didn't sit down however, just stayed a comfortable yet close distance from him. He did have a weapons after all- and the silkwing was no fool. \n\n\"Such is the way of life my friend, yet I know you find many animals seeking relief from the cruelty of nature. Surely I cannot be that uncommon to keen eyes like yours.\""
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "His eyes rested on the glass which was the only thing joining his company. Now the hood would lift itself slightly, just enough for the eyes to reflect the taverns light. The unwell feeling, a feeling that lingers in the wild nature of any being that encounters something out of the ordinary, fear. Maybe fear itself is too far taken... But in that moment those greenish eyes, so green that no emerald could ever define the same colour tone. The feeling of falling before waking up from that nightmare, that feeling was similar to gazing into the eyes of that stranger.\n\"What's the holdup, hm?\"\nHe leaned his head calmly back, causing the hood to fall backwards of his hair- which unlike other sandwing's, was messier with slightly more volume. Now that the warm tavern light filled the face of this stranger- he looked way way less intimidating, in fact, his facial expression seemed calm, the lasting grin marking his humour for making things unnecessarily dramatic. Silencer's eyes followed the gaze of the silkwing, leading him to his whip, then a warm chuckle escaped his snout.\n\"Oh that? Don't worry about it, it doesn't bite~\"\nOf course a weapon wouldn't harm anyone without someone to wield it, but his comment made it feel almost hilarious that Adonis hasn't taken his seat yet. \n\n\"Oh I have seen and met extraordinary dragons before, all unique in their own way, either cursed or blessed by nature. I'd say the second is here the case~\"\nThe Sandwing said, in quite the same charming tone as Adonis spoke... Almost as if he was one of those to use charm as well for their benefit. Eventually he'd nod his head towards the seat beside him, causing the braid to gently swing within his motion."
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "The silkwing kept his same expression, even if underneath his mask he was uneasy- something told him that this dragon was more important than he might realize. However he couldn't put a talon on it just yet and that was enough to make his antennae twitch. \nYet- as he met those stunning eyes he felt everything grow still, just for a moment. He quickly snapped out of it when he spoke again, making Adonis blink. \n*The holdup-? The holdup is I don't know anything about you and you seem to be a dragon with an occupation for killing, just like me. Who knows if you're here to chat or to get after my head. By all the moons- I know many dragons want it.*\n\nWhen he made the comment about his weapons Adonis couldn't help but let out a snort. Of course the weapon wasn't the issue as much as the dragon who held it was. Or maybe it was a jab at how cautious he was- although to be fair, he had every reason to be. The silkwing rolled his eyes and decided that if he really was a murderer- at least he would die and not have to endure another talk with Sanny. Free ticket out of his deal? Sure why not. \nTaking a seat, Adonis took off the linen and sighed in relief as he could stretch his wings out, listening to the Sandwing. \n\"Pft- flattery won't get you anywhere honey tongue. Although I don't particularly *Minddd~*\"\nHe smirked, tilting his head to meet his eyes with his own crystal blue. \n\"Although- I still don't even know your name. Mind to shareee?\""
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "Slowly the dragon moved his gaze together with his head back to the Silkwing, playing his glass back down with a raised eyebrow, his smirk coming almost in a judging tone \n\"*Honey tongue~*...Dear, haven't been called that in a while\"\nHe lifted his head to the ceiling as if he was searching for memories up there that might've escaped through his head. He shook his head before flipping his tongue behind his cheeks, obviously thinking about something, possibly avoiding the curiosity about his name.\n\n\"Hm~ how about I share my opinion instead? You're quiet, not that messy like other assassins... But- it's recognisable you prioritise fun over profession during it, which does concern me a little~\"\nHe spoke about it freely, not loud enough to be understood just as murmurs to the other guests, but he stated like his taste in certain foods, so casually. The bartender eyed the both of them for quite the while now, subtile, but definitely observing them. \n\"-do me a favour and pretend I just told you you had gorgeous eyes, nothing out of the usual, no? I'm not interested in harming you neither selling you to someone. Or actually- how much for a hour of your time?\"\nThe Sandwing gazed up into Adonis's eyes with an odd charming calmness- \nHe knew things he shouldn't know... How much else he knew could pose a possible danger, but he insisted on their conversation to be held naturally. *How much for your time?* May sound as if the stranger wanted to buy him for joyful activities- but the turn their conversation took must explain a different reason for his request."
},
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"author": "Adonis",
"message": "The silkwing took another sip of his drink, flicking his ear at his comment. He could feel him lift his head but didn't really care. He just stared at the glass, watching the condensation dripping from the sides before he heard the Sandwing speak again.\n\nAnyones first instinct was to start panicking, to do something rash. Hell, some would have already swung a weapon at the mention of their true occupation. Yet, the Silkwing just tilted his head curiously.\nAdonis would normally laugh and shrug it off if a dragon joked about him being a mercenary of sorts, but this one *Knew*. There was no mistake. No wrong way to interpret what was happening here other than the fact that he had no idea how the Sandwing knew of him. \nInstead the Silkwing let out a pout, having been read so easily when he usually did it to other dragons. It was a change of pace for sure- but not unwelcomed since it piqued his interest in the stranger. \n\"I get the job done, that's all. I do it well- and I get along with practically any dragon so why not have some fun as well?\"\nHe replied simply, his tail flicking subtly. His eyes looked to the side, acknowledging the fact they were being watched as he waved his talons\n\n\"Well aren't you a smooth talker hm~? Trying to make a dragon blush and it don't cost you a thing.\"\nHe laughed, sticking his tongue out playfully, his speech holding the message that his service would be free of charge. He had plenty of currency, there was no use to have any more. Meeting this dragon definitely added some much needed excitement in his life- that was reward enough."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "\"Don't get me wrong, taking pleasure from killing is quite the *Messy thing*\"\nThe Sandwing stayed with another smirk, just got a second his mouth corners loosened to a barely visible smile as if memories would've hit that dragon again.\n\"...I mean, I for myself enjoy bar fights ever so often. Eventually even beef with guards or soldiers- heck, I love fighting, but I cannot think about a family father as an example- not returning home...\"\nAt once with a quick motion, nearly as if it was medicine he gulped the rest of his glass down, a satisfied sigh following.\n\n\"I'd like to borrow some of your time~ not for what you're thinking right now\"\nHe reached out for the Silkwing's chin, grabbing him closer to his face were daring eyes awaited the Ozean blue ones of Adonis'. \n\"Follow\"\nHe commanded, with a bit more serious tone. It was hypnotising witnessing those eyes from so up close and almost feeling the consciousness awakening again as soon as those wouldn't hold contact with your own anymore. The Sandwing calmly walked past the Silkwing and lifted his tail to slide the attached blade of his tip under his jaw as well- quick but without leaving the slightest harm, except for a higher heart rate eventually. The sound of coins clacking over the counter were followed by screeching stairs that protested under the weight of the stranger. \n\nThen he stopped to gaze over his shoulder with a smug grin. Despite having stated he wouldn't plan anything wild with him, bringing the conversation to a private room was still questionable, but from what that dragon has stated he wasn't taking pleasure from killing- so at least that was off the table."
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{
"author": "bababui2._",
"message": "Okay actually- I might fuck up the reply (-_-') I need more brain cell quality for this"
},
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"author": "Adonis",
"message": "The silkwing listened to the strangers words, trying to paint a picture on what was really going underneath. There was an air of unpredictability and mystery with him, something he didn't mind. It kept him on the edge of his talons. He thought to himself for a moment. The fighting part of his assassinations wasn't really the fun part, it was everything leading up to the killing in his opinion. The social aspect or even the lurking, the waiting to strike at just the perfect moment. \n\nBefore he could comment on that the Sandwing had finished his drink and grabbed at his chin, making him widen his eyes ever so slightly. \n\"Wh-\"\nHe was cut off by his command, snapping his maw shut and giving a nod. His movements left him in somewhat of a trance as he watched the Sandwing walk by and slide his tail under the soft scales beneath his snout. Without any protest the Silkwing did as he was told and wondered what exactly he had in mind- did he misread his message? What did the stranger want with him? More importantly- how did he even know of him to begin with? \nThe questions flooded his mind but he hoped for answers as he trailed behind, talons not making hardly any sound on the flooring. Talons of a killer that perhaps was on his way to being killed."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "Their steps clearly stood in contrast, in fact- a view things are in contrast with those both personalities. Eventually he'd stop in front of one of the many doors leading down the hallway, pulled a key from beneath his robes which was attached to his necklace, and opened the door with an elegant swing after giving Adonis another glance.\n\nSilencer shut the door with his tail right after Adonis entered the room and threw his robes just as all the satchels he had clipped around himself together with his whip onto the bed, so a *Fun night* Was definitely not an option he planned. \n\"So~ you're obviously a great choice if dragons have to simply-...Be silenced. Unfortunately it's hard to work with someone that enjoys taking the lives of others...\"\nThe Sandwing then turned around, taking a seat on the soft carpet while tilting his head towards the wall on Adonis' left. Apparently the room came with a very big framed map of pyrriah on the wall opposite to the bed, all kingdoms neatly marked with each of their cities and villages. With small knives sketches of dragons were pinned all over the map, some places had more... Some less... But all those dragons had one thing in common- Adonis could recognise most of them.\n\"Its hard keeping track of one single dragon- especially one that constantly travels, and the factor of you not having your eyes everywhere- makes it even harder to keep track of such dragon.\"\nHis head slowly moved towards his *Friend* Again. Who was he. How could this dragon have those informations- and why was he so confident hanging them up in a rented room? How many dragons were working with him?\n\"I will ask you something, and I request your absolute honesty, because I respect you an what you're capable of-\"\nSilencer raised himself from his spot and started to slowly walk towards the Silkwing, coming just as close as before with his golden créme figure and piercing eyes.\n\n\"Adonis, I need someone with skills like yours for an important job, one I'm afraid not even my colleagues are capable of doing. Before you panic, I accept a no as an answer. All of this-\"\nHis gaze wouldn't fade off Adonis' eyes while he'd point with one claw towards the map. \n\"-will be forgotten, I give you my word. I cannot tell you yet any details, but you will. Of course, this is not a favour, name me a prize you desire and find pleasant as well as fair for-...*Going all in*\"\nThe Sandwing sat down again, his facial expression softening once more while his eyes calmly awaited an answer."
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{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "The Silkwing continued to follow him, his antenna twitching again as he absorbed the surrounding atmosphere. The smell of smoke and alcohol still faintly present in the air- as well as the warm scent of food from the outside. His eyes trailed back to the Sandwing as he pulled out a key and unlocked the door, gesturing for him to follow which he once again obliged to.\n\nAdonis dipped his head as his talons stepped inside the room. As the robes came off, the stranger's figure was able to be fully captured and caught in the dim lighting. \n There wasn't much going through his head like there usually was since he was waiting for the events to play out however they were going to. He simply quit expecting one thing or the other as he listened to him speak. \nAdonis kept a calm face on, collecting all he could from his words and not speaking just yet. Instead he let his gaze travel to the map, taking a step towards it and running gentle talons along the subtle grooves of where knives had once been. The pictures of dragons flooded his mind as something clicked between them all. The Silkwing's ear flicked as he kept talking, still looking at the map carefully. \nWhat exactly did he want then? What did he get himself into *This* Time? This was certainly a lot different than other clients he had been accustomed to. Especially in the department of straightforwardness. Yet, if this dragon knew him- he might as well hear him out. \n\nAdonis turned his head to meet the Sandwing's gaze evenly, not showing any signs of distress, anger or even confusion. Just simple acknowledgement that he was listening and understanding. \nWhen he got done speaking Adonis let out a hum. \nJust another mission? No. This was more than that... This was bigger than a simple murder. There was more to it. More steps- higher stakes. What was it all for? There still wasn't much he knew about the dragon to even begin with. So let's start there. \n\n\"I don't mind you wanting me to help, you're charming enough to sway\n\nMe. *However*. I would just like to know a few things before I give you a more direct answer. I want to know who you are exactly and what you're planning. Kill as many dragons as you want- I won't tell a soul. I don't care what other dragons do- I just prefer to travel and go where the winds take me. No need to start a fuss. The killing is just for the money to be able to do it more often. But you, you are planning something big, aren't you?\"\nThe Silkwing asked calmly, tilting his head in thought while the corner of his maw curled into a tiny smile."
},
{
"author": "Silencer",
"message": "The Sandwing chuckled, his calm seriousness returning to something humorous once again.\n\"*Where the winds take me*, gosh~ you sound like young me\"\nHe smiled as well, into an unknown space where only his eyes could see old memories. The way his body was painted in many scars... Scratches, bites, cuts, burns,... All the different forms of damaged scales variates from one scar to another. None of those scars seemed to repeat themselves, almost as if he learned from each single mistake preventing such from happening again. \n\"Okay~ well, wouldn't make much of a difference I suppose...\nIm known as Silencer. Currently the highest bounty in the kingdom of sand- tzh... And they still have no illustration of me. Heh- anyways... You'll get to hear more about me from *The others* Eventually.\"\n\nAgain their eyes would connect, now while Silencer leaned forward while standing on his hind legs. To close the door right behind Adonis he had to tighten the distance between them and while turning the key his eyes wouldn't move off the bluish sapphires, but eventually did after an uncomfortable long pause after the actual intended act-\nHe continued with ignorance towards what images he might've caused in the Silkwings head and also closed the round window on the other side of the room as he spoke.\n\"...The plan is quite detailed, but in short- *We* Will make an entire coalition of greedy market owners and Mafiosi fall and break their legs... Metaphorically of course~\"\nAfter pulling the curtains closed it seemed as if he finished the procedure of absolute privacy, he returned, hopping over the bed with an odd elegancy, before folding his weapon into the robes. \n\"...Just so you know, we do not plan on taking not a single life. There won't be any execution needed... But your role will be to dispose of guards, in a none harmful way- you know how to knock a dragon out for a hours, right?\"\n\nAll those bags together with his robes were placed on the floor beside the bed and while he was crouching he pulled out a bag full of scrolls from beneath the bed. \n\"...For now that's pretty much all- except a view details, but now, tell me what you would desire in exchange of pretty much- *Possibly* Risking your life~?\""
},
{
"author": "Adonis",
"message": "The Silkwing sat down where he was, tilting his head as Silencer finally revealed himself. He knew of most of the bounties of course, yet he didn't think the biggest one in the Scorpions den would find *Him*. It took a lot of cunning and careful thought to avoid detection like he did for so long. That already spoke volumes about his ability to plan and strategize. \n\nAs he stared back into those rich forest green eyes he couldn't help but blink. He wasn't necessarily awkward, but more curious than anything as he started to close off everything to discuss further. An quick exhale through his snout showed how he probably should have closed everything to begin with, but no comment was made. As the Sandwing talked about making such organizations fall and how he intended to do it without bloodshed- Adonis couldn't help but admire the way he was going about it. Especially since it seems like this would benefit the right dragons, not just dragons with high coins to offer. \n\" Interesting how you desire to take down such adversaries. Yes, I certainly can do that. I can render a dragon unconscious for a whole day if done correctly.\" \nHe nodded, tail giving a gentle flick as his gaze trailed off, thinking about the time he did a certain trick like that. Such stories that he had long forgotten. Then came the question, what did he desire. What *Did* He want? He ran a talon along the underside of his jaw in thought, a once painful imprint resided just out of sight from other dragons. A furrow appeared on his brow as he answered calmly\n\"The only thing I could want... Hm.. I would have to think on that. Unless... Well no.\"\nHe shook his head, as if he was trying to get rid of the very thought.\n\"I would be perfectly fine if you gave me enough food to last me the nights.\"\nHe grinned, turning to look again at the map."
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{
"author": "Hollowtruth",
"message": "Hollowtruth was practically vibrating with excitement. \nHer father was some kind of general, or commander, or *Something-* She could never keep thr words right in her head. But he was invited to the big fancy party, and he took her mother, and they actually let her come! Without someone else suggesting it!! And she *Wasn't* Being made to stand by their sides and keep quiet and correct her posture!!!\nSo, set free from her familial ties, the thin dragonet made herself scarce in search of the buffet. Her stash of dried fruits and meats was running low, and she planned on gorging herself while she could. \nShuffling along the long banquet table, Hollowtruth bumped one bony shoulder against someone else. \"Oops!\" She stepped back, but fidgety claws continued to search the table, grabbing up anything small enough to fit in her talons along the way. \"Sorry! I got excited.\"\nTurning to the stranger, pinkish-red eyes lit up and she beamed. \"Oh! You're a silkwing! That's cool, I've never met a silwing before. You guys are really colorful!\""
},
{
"author": "Queen",
"message": "*His head snapped around as his brow furrowed, a displease frown resting on his expression* ' Watch where you're going. ' *He scoffed with an eyeroll, shaking his head with a huff* ' You gawk like a bird. ' *He noted, before recollecting his compsure and trying not to seem as irritated* ' I've never seen a pink nightwing, so I guess there's first for everything. ' *He assumed her tribe, though he could bet thirty scales that she was some kind of hybrid — or just weirdly mutated. He knew quite a few dragons who would be fascinated with the unique coloring* ' My name is Queen, what's yours? ' *He prodded, he couldn't help but be nosy*"
},
{
"author": "Hollowtruth",
"message": "She drew back with an indignant huff. \"Well, birds are *Cool.* Birds are colorful and pretty and sing very nice songs, thank you very much, so that's a *Compliment,\"* She sniffed, tossing her nose up, though it was stilted, more like she was mimicking something she'd seen once before.\nAt the mention of her color, Hollowtruth fidgeted, tail sliding across the wooden floor as she toyed with her front claws, ears flicking unevenly- a habit she picked up from watching the farmland cows in the night kingdom.\n\"My mother says it's because I hatched during the day. I didn't get enough 'star exposure' or something, I dunno.\" She wouldn't repeat what her father had to say about it; her mother said it wasn't fit for polite company.\n\"I'm Hollowtruth!\" The slightest shift of topic had her back to grinning, though it crooked to one side as she continued to hoard berries and fruits. \"So, why'd you come? My parents told me I had to.\" Hollowtruth looked back to the buffet table and snatched up a sandwich of some kind, eagerly cramming it into her mouth."
},
{
"author": "Queen",
"message": "' I assumed this was mandatory or whatever — don't want to displease the new royal. ' *He chuckled with a small shift in his gaze, looking just past his shoulder* ' Are your parents here? ' *He had admittedly tried to steer clear of any Nightwings at the event, something about them just gave him bad vibes. All mysterious and egotistical — just left a funny taste in his mouth* ' Do all Nightwings believe in those kinds of hatching superstitions? I only thought like — Mudwings did that. ' *He shrugged with a small frown, shaking his head for a moment*"
},
{
"author": "Hollowtruth",
"message": "Was attendance mandatory? Hollowtruth didn't really know much about the event, despite it being her own tribe; nobody *Told* Her anything! Maybe that's why she was brought along. \n\"Oh- yeah, they're... Somewhere.\" She looked around, keeping her head half ducked to avoid accidentally locking eyes with one of them. Hollowtruth was enjoying ~~the buffet table~~ herself, no need to spoil it by being carted around as proof *'that even sunborn dragonets have purpose'* Or how *'those rotten icewings ruined Starcrusher's bloodline.'* She was tired of hearing it, and honestly, it was embarrassing. Especially since it wasn't just her parents' friends around.\nHollowtruth thought for a moment, shuffling her wings and looking around as though she could find the answer written somewhere. \"Um... Yes? Probably. Maybe. I dunno, but my friends were both hatched under moons, so they'd know more about it I think. Especially Del, he's super smart!\"\nHearing about the mudwings, Hollowtruth immediately perked up, ears forward and facing Queen like he'd told her he was an animus.\n\"Oh, oh! You know about the other tribes, too!?\" Her eyes sparkled in fascination. \"Lucky! My father never lets me read about them, and all the scrolls at school are about the nightwings. For now! Del is a few years ahead of me and he shows me some of *Their* Textbooks sometimes, so I'm more excited about that than 'the formation of the Great Diamond.'\" Hollowtruth stuck out her tongue, just to drive the point home. She wanted to learn more about stuff *Now,* Not 3000 years ago. Did it even matter why the plaza was built if they had it now?"
},
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"author": "untoastedbreadslice",
"message": "JWHDKEHDIE dw about it, it happens!!"
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{
"author": "Brighteyes",
"message": "The street was awfully loud. Sure, a lot of things were loud for Brighteyes, but worse than the clamouring of shouting dragons were the sounds in their heads. Such was the melting pot of the scorpion den that all sorts came through. Loud, lumbering thoughts, sharp, icy ones. Some were venomous and malevolent, while others were warm and slow. They all tended to blend into one large, shining mass in her head. The small stars of minds, normally distant and glimmering always swelled and exploded outwards in areas such as this.\n\n Through the legs of the larger dragons and occasionally bumping into them was a small black dragon. She walked purposefully, but lacking much grace in her walk. Her eyes, although wide and curious, lacked colour or sight. Most Sandwing kept their tails curled above their heads, so this little sojourn wasn't any more dangerous for Brighteyes than any other escapade. \n\n What was she doing today? Looking, again. For what, even she wasn't sure, but she'd heard the voice of someone who she hadn't met yet. She heard those a lot. Many stuck with her, others didn't. She wasn't sure if she saw things, but she felt that the things she sensed hadn't happened yet. What could only be described as colours occasionally assaulted her normally blank vision.\n\n She'd never thought much about those feelings, but she found that she often heard things before they were said, resulting in a near constant feeling of what she'd heard referred to as Deja Vu.\n\n And so the dragonet continued through the crowded streets, occasionally pausing to run her eyes or paw at her ears as though hoping she could block the noise."
},
{
"author": "Whirlpool | | Mafia executive",
"message": "Whirlpool was having a terrible day. They should have been accustomed to being yelled at all the time, right? Today, however, was different; one of their mentors felt it would be a good idea to bring up the fact that they had never been wanted by anyone.\n\nWhirlpool was shocked at how much of an impact it had on them; perhaps they had simply woken up on the wrong side of the bed. With a loud yawn, their gaze swept over the scorpion den. There were dragons everywhere, just like every other day.\n\nThey rolled their eyes and clicked their tongue. \"How comical,\" They said aloud. \"Lots of rather dangerous business going on, like every other day.\" Whirlpool didn't care what other dragons thought of them, so they ignored their irritated and perplexed looks. Once more, their gaze swept over the throng, landing on a small Nightwing this time. No, a dragonet, not just a small dragon. Whirlpool gazed; a young dragon like this one shouldn't be here.\n\nThey lowered their head, trying to look as non-threatening as they could. Whirlpool could not help but wonder why this weird dragonet just reminded them so much of... Themselves. It reminded them of how naive a fool they were once.\n\n\"You should not be here,\" Whirlpool stated bluntly. \"It is dangerous in here.\""
},
{
"author": "Brighteyes",
"message": "He head perked up at the sound of something. One of those things that hadn't been said yet. Her ears twitched, and all other noises were drowned out. She searched through the small solar system in her head, weeding out the stars that didn't match the voice she was soon to hear.\n\n She wasn't sure who or what they were, but the dragonet couldn't see any harm in approaching the dragon. As the heavy footsteps of someone *Different* Approached her, she twisted her head around. \n\n As it turned out, the effort at appearing nonthreatening was useless, as the dragonet, on first glance, appeared to be completely blind. However, the large teardrop scales on either side of her eyes indicated her for what she was: a mindreader. The dragonet didn't speak. Hell, maybe she couldn't. The little creature was hardly as long as Whirlpools forearm from ridged nose to her long and thin tail.\n\n Strangely enough, as soon as Whirlpool approached her, she seemed to know exactly where they were. Her blank, sightless eyes seemed to meet theirs, and she placed one foot in front of the other until she was at their hooked talons. The little creature proceeded to run face first into Whirlpools arm."
},
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"author": "Whirlpool | | Mafia executive",
"message": "\"Careful there!\" Whirlpool recoiled a little and pushed the dragonet away. \"Mindread, eh?\" At last, their gaze settled on the pair of eardrop scales adjacent to the dragonet's blind eyes. \"-but you also seem feisty! To be honest, I'm impressed.\"\n They coughed slightly.\n\n Again, the Seawing leaned down, giving the dragon a gentle prod. \"I have an idea!\" He began to think about everything that came to mind. *\"I'm Whirpool,\" They said in their mind. **\"Who might you be?\"* *This is going to be interesting, Whirlpool thought with a small smile.\n\nWhirpool peered at the tiny dragonet below. *\"Are you by yourself?\"* They questioned in their mind. *\"Where are your parents?\"* So they began to inquire about those insignificant, genuinely meaningless things. Why would someone need someone else? Why would someone need parents? Whirpool, as smart as they always claimed they were, had no idea.\n\nWhirlpool would never understand how other dragons need those things. They would never understand other dragons. Their friend was right, they truly were never dragon, to begin with."
},
{
"author": "Brighteyes",
"message": "This dragon was talking. As they spoke, Brighteyes was busy focussing on the other things in their head. Something irritating earlier, some sort of inconvenience or insult. Brighteyes could see that it hurt.\n\n Whirlpool. What a funny name. She wasn't sure what that was, exactly. She could hear this dragon regardless of whether or not they spoke out loud, but she didn't mind the thoughts. On many dragons, the thoughts were quiet. This one was quiet, but in a different way. Were they uncertain? Maybe they were simply trying to stay calm. Brighteyes couldn't imagine why.\n\n As Whirlpool asked their questions, the dragonet sat down, gingerly placing her small claws on her snout as if surprised that she'd run into anything. She wasn't. It was a regular occurrence, but she'd never experienced otherwise, and was quite used to it by now.\n\n She didn't answer any questions. She didn't speak, period. She simply glanced back up at Whirlpool, obviously hearing and (probably) comprehending the big dragons inquiries. She tilted head head at Whirlpool. Parents had never really occurred to her. She had always been on her own, but many of the vendors and residents of the scorpion den knew of her. The sandwing in charge of the orphanage had actually tried to take her in a few times, which confused her to no end. Why would anyone ever stay in a building full of such *Loud* Creatures.\n\n This dragon was saddened. Or something similar, perhaps. She wanted to know more. However, as it was, she found herself too far from the source to hear the noise she wanted. She could almost *See* The star of consciousness just before her, and reached up in an effort to grasp it.\n\n To Whirlpool, it just looked like a very small dragonet holding his talons out in grabby hands."
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"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^` he lead the way to his cave, Kitti should of been back by now, he heard the familiar sounds of humming from inside and smiled as he relaxed a bit more knowing his dragonet was safe, he moved the cloth door of the cave for snow, nodding inside for her, kitti was sitting at the table doing some fur work with some lynx fur she had managed to get while hunting, the hybrids scales having a yellow hue as she hummed a song quietly, ~^} \" She's normally busy like this- she finds it calming-\" {^~ he said smiling alittle at snow ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*The general was, despite herself, having quite a good time with Gyrfalcon, and now they were getting to the part she was genuinely nervous about, meeting her date's daughter. She gave him a nod of thanks as he moved the door aside for her. The first thing she noticed when she stepped through and saw the dragonet was her status as a hybrid, it was a bit of a surprise for her, particularly because of what she knew, and thought, about the Icewing's feelings about hybrids.*\n\n\"She is...\" *Snow stopped herself, shaking it away, something for later,* \"She looks like a lovely dragonet, and quite resourceful I see.\"'"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "\" Mhm, \" {^~ he smiled going inside, tapping his talon on the table to get kitti's attention ~^} \" We have a visitor \""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she looked up her scales flashing alittle before going back to normal, looking over at snow before her eyes widened and she straightened up a bit bowing her head ~^} \" Sorry, my father forgot to inform me of when he would be returning\" {^~ she said before getting up ~^} \" Can I get either of you anything?-'"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snow holds up a talon,* \"I do not think that will be necessary, in fact, I was hoping to speak to you,\" *She said, before realizing how it sounded for a general to show up at one's home and say that, especially when said general looked and sounded like her,* \"Not that there is trouble, I truly mean I just want to talk with you and your father, I know it is sudden and unexpected.\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she looked at her father tilting her head before he dismissed her and she let out a breath she hadn't noticed she was holding ~^} \" Sorry for the sudden- formality- don't know the rules to speaking with a general when they are off duty- I'm kittiwake- but you can just call me kitti- \""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snowstorm smiles a little,* \"Honestly, I am never sure either, but you can simply call me Snow if you would like,\" *Her voice was, surprisingly soft, even to herself, she wasn't sure that she could manage it. She joined Kitti at the table before continuing,* \"It is a pleasure to meet you, Kitti, I have heard a lot about you from your father.\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she looked at gyr, her frills twitching slightly ~^} \" I do hope they were all good things- cause if not I am sending him to work looking like a clown,' {^~ she said snuffing alittle, alittle bit of frost coming from her nose gyr disappearing into the kitchen to go make some tea ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*The general chuckled at her threat,* \"Do not worry, it was good things, like how good of a hunter you were becoming. And it is not hard to tell that it was not an exaggeration,\" *She said, nodding at the pelt she was working on,* \"Not to mention, I believe I have you to thank for this?\" *Snow continued, pulling up the necklace that she had received earlier, when Gyr came by to pick her up.*"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{°~ she looked at the necklace before shaking her head and carefully taking the necklace off before putting on her again ~^{ \" He put it on you upside down, the gems sparkle better on this side, but yes, \" {^~ she said smiling alittle, carefully putting her cloak back over her wings and back, she may of been mostly ice wing for abilities but she still got chilly ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snow looked a little embarrassed,* \"I... Did not notice that at all... I am, not used to these kinds of things,\" *She said a little quietly, before noticing her pull her cloak closer, she felt a little bad for her, but knew it was normal for a hybrid to not have the nigh-immunity to the cold. She would have to look into options for helping her stay warm.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "\" Kitti dear snow isn't going to take it like disrespect if you wear your cloak like how the other guards do,\" {^~ he said putting the tea on the table, carefully moving kitti's product ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Upon hearing what Gyrfalcon said, Snowstorm did look upset about something, but it didn't take long before she said what,* \"There are some who find it disrespectful? Hmmf, seems I have some talking to do when I return to the palace,\" *She said, her huff causing a brief cloud of diamond dust, though she turned her head to not cover the already cold dragonet in it.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "\" They see it as she is trying to cover up her spikes- like she is ashamed to be part ice wing, \" {^~ he said putting his wing over snow alittle, almost like a side hug ~^}"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^` she looked at gyr and snow, smiling slightly, she seemed happy that her dad had found someone he was comfortable with, ~^} \" Anyway, that's enough about me, you to are cute together, I hope this works out for you both,\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"Honestly, I am glad that you seem happy with it, I had some worry you would think I was forcing myself into your lives, but, you have eased my mind on that,\" *She explained as she leaned against the dragonet's father, the blue blush deepening the color of her face was enough to tell she felt a little strange being so affectionate to Gyr in front of his daughter, but not enough to make her not do so.*\n\n\"I only hope I can be good for you if it does work out, because I see no reason why it would not.\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Trust me, you'll do alot better then the person before you- {^` she said smiling, she hadn't ever been very fond of her mother, she had left them just because kitti had gained some of her father's genes, she found that to be a petty reason to leave, she thought a second before gently bumping her wing against snows shoulder ~^}"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "\" That's about as much of a hug as you'll get from kitti- she doesn't like being touchy with other dragons that aren't dragonets-' =^` he explained so snow didn't have to take a guess on what it meant ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"I can understand why, I doubt you've had many good experiences with adults so far, even with your father's rank. And I do hope to rank at least somewhere close to Gyr in your esteem,\" *She said, lightly returning the gesture, a little awkwardly as she tried not bumping her too hard thanks to the gap in their sizes.*"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I mean no offense, but it may take a bit to get there with my trust- I've learned a lot being raised by a guard- and I have a shop in the sand wing markets- I know people aren't always as nice as they seem,\" {^~ she said grabbing a cloak that wasn't so thin and actually putting it on, laying on some furs that she had made into a rest area ~^} \" Speaking of which, if you need any new attire I make more then just fur attire, I know how to work with many different fabrics,\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"Perhaps something for the next time I go out with Gyr could be nice, I am able to pay of course, I, do not have many expenses because I live in the palace full time,\" *She said, sighing a little, she couldn't help but feel bad for the dragonet having to effectively work by herself to make living in their kingdom comfortable, but, she did recognize that Kitti was rather proficient in it, and she doubted there wass much she could really do, save for stealing national treasure to give to her potential step-daughter.*"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" We can work out the details when my dad isn't gonna be here, just so it's a nice surprise, \" {^` she said smiling alittle ~^} \" Oh father, I've caught enough food for a bit so you don't have to worry about going to the markets, and the chores you were procrastinating on are done as well,\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "\" Oh- well thank you- you didn't have to do that-' {^` he said nodding his head approvingly, he gently pushed a pretty gem over to kitti who took it like some raccoon stealing from someone, doing a Happy little giggle before putting it away ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Hearing that Gyr was procrastinating on his house chores gave Snow an idea, with a small smirk, she said,* \"I suppose your patrols aren't the only thing you've been procrastinating on then?\" *Teasing him a little for how they managed to stop and talk the previous day, adding in a bump of her snout to his neck to show that she wasn't being fully serious.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "\" I find that writing you letters is far more entertaining then chores or patrols-\" {^~ he said smiling slightly, blushing when she bumped her snout to his neck, he wasn't fully used to contact with other dragons other then kitti that were, affectionate~^}"
}
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{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snowstorm stomped down the road towards Gyrfalcon's home, a pack full of her belongings from her room in the palace. She wore a crowd-clearing snarl on her lips, the news of Hyperborean's new 'law' had just reached her, her rage boiling over, leaving her office a torn apart mess aside from the few things she couldn't take with her, but still held value to her in some regard. The slashes in the wall was probably enough of a sign of her emotional state. Everything else she took with her, especially the small mementos she had from other tribes.*\n\n*She simply felt disgusted staying in the castle, she tried her best to calm herself, but every step towards Gyr's home only raised her anger, her breath causing flakes to fall from her frostbreath mixing with her normal breathing. Already the ranting and venting threatened to break forth in the middle of the village. But she tried her best to hold it in, until she was at least a little more private.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he was cleaning the den, this being his way of making it seem like he wasn't upset around kitti, his ears pinned back as he mumbled words under his breath, the den already pretty much spotless but that wasn't stopping him, the smell of home made cleaner and smell goods noticable from outside the den he did his best to make sure he didn't wake kitti who was napping in her room but it was hard enough not to leave talon marks on the ground~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Even before she got back, she was half-yelling, half-muttering,* \"Unbelievable, unconscionable, who does he think he is? YEARS of work, all my planning, for what? A VANITY project?\" *Her jaw was starting to hurt from how tightly she was clenching her teeth, throat sore from the growling, she barely noticed the flecks of dark blue on the snow from her claws, injured from destroying her office. When she got to Gyr's house, she thought of barging straight in, but instead she knocked, harder than she meant to for sure. She wound up pacing as she waited for him to open the door for her.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^` he took a deeper breath to seem like he wasn't mad before opening the door ~^} \n\n\"Yes? Oh- my dear- welcome-?\" \n\n{^~ he said stepping aside to let her in, looking at the blue speckles before looking down at her talons, his head tilted slightly as he noticed her bags ~^} \n\n\" I take it you didn't take the new, hm- rule- well either-?\" \n\n{^~ he asked offering to take her bags for her, in a weak attempt to give himself something to do other then clean ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Her jaw loosened at the sight of her mate, though she only managed to look down to the floor and let out a grumble at his welcome, at least before nudging him with her snout,* \"I do not want to stay there,\" *She mutters, her voice was, hoarse, as she stepped past Gyr towards the den, she doesn't argue with him taking her bags, and helped him take them off her.*\n\n*Her demeanor was, far different than normal, when he first opened the door, her expression was one of seething rage, but it seemed the sight of him had tempered it, though replacing it with sadness, as she flopped to the floor unceremoniously, still tracking a bit of that dark blue blood, but it seemed to have petered out by then. Slowly, she looked up to the door of Kittiwake's room, and simply stared for a time.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "\" Do you want to talk about it-? \" \n\n{^~ he asked sitting near her as a offer for touch, following her gaze to kitti's room and gently placing his wing over her back ~^} \n\n\" I won't let anything happen to her if that's what your worried about- this law won't break this family up- I won't allow it to-\" \n\n{^~ he said looking at her, his gaze softer now as he wanted to offer some sort of comfort, he didn't want snow to worry to much about kitti, he knew this new law would prove to have some challenges but he wouldn't let them hurt kitti, even the thought of it made his blood boil but he hid that to the best of his abilities ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"Fifty years. I have served our people, our Queen, for fifty years. Presided over the transfer of power twice. Not once did I feel like time was wasted, like it wasn't worthwhile... I've never felt so betrayed...\" *She says, her gaze moving over to Gyr, before raising her foreleg,* \"I need you,\" *She says quietly, her usual unsureness replaced by desperation.*\n\n*Her next words were ones not even she thought were even possible from her,* \"*I don't know what to do...*\" *Her voice wavered,* \"Why do I feel so, weak...\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he gently moved closer to her, pulling her closer to him with his wing and pressing his head to hers in a sort of hug, moving away after a couple moments and finally speaking up once he found the words to say ~^} \n\n\" All we can do is protect the hybrids and outsiders we care for- make sure nothing bad happens to them when this new, power, goes to everyone else's head, \"\n\n{^~ he held her talon alittle, running one of his claws over the top of her talons carefully ~^} \n\n\" Your not weak, it's just the feeling of betrayal and loss of the path you thought you were fighting for, you just need to find something new to fight for, something to put your mind on more then just your job at the palace, cause our ruler is just leading our people astray now- I thought the way the other rulers ruled was backwards but this-..\" \n\n{^~ he seemed last at words, huffing slightly, the flurry of ice being evidence of him trying to ease his own mind on this to, he didn't like the thoughts of what could happen to kitti, what was he going to tell her? She could no longer hang out with her ice wing friends? ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She shook slightly in the hug for a moment, before a long, deep breath brought her back to a more neutral state. Nodding at his words, she responded,* \"How many times have we seen an Icewing Queen do exactly this? Every time the scrolls say that we tried to open up, the next Queen does something like this, reigniting thousand year old grudges,\" *The general looks to talons, the comparison from her chipped and bruised digits to his, the feelng comforting.*\n\n\"We have to do something, maybe, if we can find others who share our views, we can do something,\" *She looks to the floor, trying to process her thoughts,* \"I hate him. I hate our king, I can not stop myself from wanting to sink my teeth into his throat...\" *She runs her free talon down her spikes, taking deep breaths,* \"I hate myself for thinking it, but I can't stop it...\"\n\n*His suggestion triggered something in her mind, something new to fight for, something else to focus on... She didn't know exactly why, but only one thing came to her mind,* \"I want, to have a hatchling, with you,\" *It barely came out as a whisper, if Gyrfalcon was any further away, it would have been inaudible. Her expression was one of regret, bringing the topic up so suddenly, at a time like it was...*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he watched her a bit, listening to her little rant about the ruler, a surprised look over his face that only seemed to get more cunfused but yet some how happy when he noticed what she had whispered, going to say something before he forced himself to calm down slightly so nothing came off wrong ~^}\n\n\"Wh- a- A hatchling- with me-? Are you sure- i- I don't know how well I will do as a father for it- I don't want to get your hopes up if I don't act the way you expect me to with the hatchling-..\" \n\n{^~ he said seeming alittle lost, he remembered how lost he was when taking care of kitti by himself, he knew he messed up a lot more then he should of with her when she was younger, he wasn't perfect, he didn't see himself as worthy to have a hatchling with snow, not with how he was when kitti was in her egg still, he had been overly protective, often guarding the nest from his ex, he didn't want that to happen with snow if his mind went back to that mindset ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snowstorm quieted him by pressing her snout to his, her tongue flicking out to lick his chin,* \"Kittiwake is a wonderful young dragonet, from the moment I met her, I knew you were right. I doubted myself, over anything else, afraid of being a disappointment. But, meeting a dragonet in a bad situation made it clear to me, that I am ready. And if I could have a hatchling with anyone, in this entire world... I want it to be you. When we're ready, I will be proud to have your egg,\" *She said, wrapping her forelegs around him, before laying back down, dragging him with her.*\n\n\"Until then, I just want to be here, with you, with Kittiwake, as a family,\" *Snow said,* \"Right now, I want nothing more than this, you and I, holding each other... I know I can be, hesitant, about this, but, those inner alarms, can shut up.\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he smiled softly, humming alittle in thought before nuzzling her a bit, keeping her close as he enjoyed the moment, it'd been a while since he had thought of expanding his family, he had wanted to give kitti a sibling to grow up with before, but no dragoness has stood out to him at that time, not as much as snow did now, he giggled alittle before wrapping his tail around snow's carefully ~^} \n\n\" I'd be glad to have a egg with you snow, I can't think of a reason good enough to not want to,\" \n\n{^~ he said smiling, putting his wing around her as he seemed to think a bit, slightly lost in the thought of having someone he actually enjoyed to have around again ~^} \n\n\" ... I love you snow storm- thank you for choosing me\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snow buried her face into Gyr's chest at his confirmation, letting out a shaky, held breath,* \"Thank you, Gyr, thank you, so much...\" *He could feel a wetness on his chest, until she looked up with an expression that was practically alien to her, smiling widely with tears falling freely. Her rage and sadness from earlier completely erased.*\n\n\"I love you too, Gyrfalcon. No matter what happens, know that my heart is yours, always,\" *She whispered, moving her head up to nuzzle into his neck, bringing herself in to let his wing encompass her, while her tail returned his coiling. Despite her size over him, she consciously took the place of the smaller dragon, and showed Gyrfalcon the one thing she never thought she would show anyone. Vulnerability.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^ he seemed to notice she was letting her guard down, laying his head over her shoulders in a meek attempt at protecting her more, being careful of her spikes but he enjoyed the chance to cuddle for once, knowing snow rarely let her guard down around anyone ~^}\n\n\" Kitti is gonna be happy with the news when we share it with her- she's always wanted a sibling-\"\n\n{^~ he said looking over to kitti's door to make sure the dragonet was still asleep ~^{"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"I cannot wait to tell her,\" *She said, settling in a little, and making as sure as she could that she wouldn't jab him with a spike. He could hear the deep draconic purr coming from her, utter contentment. It was then, after all of the heightened emotions of the day, that the tiredness finally caught up to her with a wide yawn. The general let out one more,* \"I love you, Gyr,\" *Before her eyes drifted shut, though not quite fully asleep yet, she was certainly well on her way there.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he smiled, closing his eyes to rest alittle but he didn't go to sleep, he didn't sleep alot due to his protective mindset, he didn't want anything happening to those he cared about, he always seemed to be in a light rest state when caught off guard, as that was his version of napping ~^}"
},
{
"author": "voidly_",
"message": "```alittle while later```"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she woke up, stretching a bit before getting up, stumbling out of her room and looking around alittle before spotting snow and gyr, smiling a bit before carefully pulling a fur blanket over them, not bothering them otherwise as she went to start a project with some fur scrap's around the living room, not to far away from them but she stayed quiet enough to let them sleep, her frosty patches turning a light shade of yellow and pink (like a gradient) as she just relaxed~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snow groaned softly as she slowly awoke, unsure of how long she had been asleep, though noting the presence of the weight of a blanket over her, on that was definitely not there beforehand. Though, it's warmth, and the presence of Gyr with her, made her rather hesitant to move, part of her regretted being so slow to adopt the idea of cuddling, now that she's tried it, she didn't want it to end.*\n\n*She blinked the sleep from her eyes, before looking around, and catching sight of Kitti, working on one of her projects, though, it did take a few moments for her presence to truly register with her,* \"Oh, good morning, Kitti,\" *She said, a bit mumbly, and not even being sure what time it actually was, let alone if it was morning at all.*"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" Afternoon but yes, \"\n\n{^~ she nodded looking over to her and gyr, watching gyr stir alittle as he adjusted how he was laying so he was more comfortable ~^}\n\n \" Sleep well mo- mmm- snow storm?\" \n\n{^~ she asked immediately stopping herself from saying mom cause she didn't know where she stood with that, not wanting to make snow storm uncomfortable with the title as she didn't know if she was ready for it ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Kitti's almost-slip brought a moment of contemplation to the older dragon, but, after a moment, she turned to Gyr, settling in against him a bit more,* \"I think, I'm ready, if you would have me, I would be honored, to be your mom,\" *She said, bringing a talon up to stroke Gyr's cheek,* \"And I think, that is not the only thing I am ready for...\"\n\n\"Do you... Still want to be an older sister?\" *Snow asked contemplatively.*"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" ... Alright- and uhm- yeah? But I don't think Dad is ready for another hatchling yet, he hasn't wanted one in a while\" \n\n{^` she said going back to her project, using her tail spikes to hold the string as she adjusted the fur so she wouldn't lose the quill ^}\n\n\" Why? Are you guys planning to adopt?\"\n\n{^` she said curious where this was going, her talons barely wanting to work due to the ice over her talons and wrists, sighing before getting up and moving closer to the fire place ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"We have, done some talking, I did not believe myself capable, how could a lifelong soldier, surrounded by hate and worse, be able to give a hatchling the love they needed. I think Gyr was in a similar state for other reasons, but, I think we have experienced things that proved otherwise.\"\n\n\"We want to have a hatchling, a half-sibling to you, but I didn't not want to make you uncomfortable by doing so,\" *She wanted to tell Kittiwake about the king's new law, but, she couldn't bring herself to do so, not without Gyr awake as well...*"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^ she seemed a bit surprised at that, thinking for a second before her scales turned a bright yellow and she did alittle happy noise before calming herself down, her ears airplanned slightly ~^} \n\n\" Sorry- uhm- that's great news, I think a new hatchling is a good idea if you and Dad want one-\" \n\n{^ she said smiling as she watched gyr start to wake up with all the noise, attempting to just hide his face and go back to sleep but it was evident that wasn't happening °}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*The sight of Kitti's scales turning that shade of yellow, and the noise she made, brought a smile to Snow's face, it was one thing she enjoyed about Rainwings, not having to guess about what they were feeling. When Gyr tried to bury his face to sleep longer, Snowstorm resorted to lightly nipping his cheek,* \"It is time to get up Gyr,\" *She whispered to him, before turning back to Kitti,* \"You don't need to hold yourself back, I am glad to see that you are excited. I had made myself second guess my thoughts on because I did not know how you would take it.\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he groaned alittle, huffing as he gently pushed snow in retaliation ~^} \" Mnou..\" {^ he said half asleep, not liking that idea as he was comfortable ~^}"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^ she nodded a bit ~^} \" Don't like using big emotions around people to much- get told I express them to much due to being mostly ice wing- don't want to weird anyone out with the colors or nosies since you guys can't do it-\" {^ she said getting up and starting to make some tea for gyr ~^} \" Would you like some tea or coffee? I bought some in the shops the other day for you guys,\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snow couldn't help but give a deep chuckle as Gyr tried to push her head away, only for her to slip from his talon to instead lick up his neck, stopping only to respond to Kitti,* \"Honestly, it makes me rather happy to see you express yourself like that, I do not know if I would call us friends, but I have met with the rainwing queen on a few occasions as more than stiff business meetings. I enjoy it whenever we are able to simply talk.\"\n\n*The mention of coffee perks Snow up a little,* \"Coffee, of better quality than the palace staff provides? No offense to Calve, but the quantity they have to put out sacrifice the quality.\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I help a hive wing merchant in the markets with their coffee business, I have gotten pretty good so it is probably better then the palace staff coffee, have you ever tried honey in your coffee? It adds quiet a good flavor \" {^` she said starting to make some boiled water over the fire in a clay \"Kettle\" She had bought ~^}"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he blushed alittle before sitting up, his ears airplanned as he looked at her ~^} \" Okay- m'up- I see kitti is keeping you company-\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snow sits up as well with some stretching and yawning,* \"Hmm, we do not often get honey in the mess, despite the benefits, certainly something to try,\" *She nods, before turning to Gyr,* \"I think that was the best sleep I have ever had, thank you for staying with me, Gyr,\" *She whispered, maintaining their coiled tails until they had to move,* \"I would not mind sleeping in the same nest as you.\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he licked her snout before carefully uncoiling their tails and getting up, stretching like a cat before moving over to kitti and helping her with the boiled water ~^} \" I wouldn't mind it either snow, \""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She complained lightly with a grumble as Gyr slipped out from under the blanket, but it was simply light hearted as she settled back down, laying with her head high,* \"With... Me on leave, for a time, I do not quite have a place to live outside of the palace of my own, but the option is open to make it more official, and live with you full time,\" *She broaches the subject, while avoiding the topic of exactly why she was on leave, as unofficial as it was, waiting until Kitti was more prepared, or more specifically, not dealing with boiling water.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "\" If you want to stay you can, I don't mind\" {^` he said giving snow her coffee and watching as kitti went back over to the fire, her scales getting a blue ish purple color for a second when she got to close accidentally ~^}\n\" Do we want to tell her-?..\" {^~ he asked quietly, stirring his tea with his claw ~^}"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she grabbed a quill and her scarp fur project, keeping it away from the fire but trying to work on it still, her tail curling up as much as it could with the spikes, trying to make sure she didn't hurt herself accidentally ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She takes the cup of coffee, and already the heat of the fresh cup was leagues different from the just hotter than lukewarm stuff from the palace, or at least, that was the state of it by the time she was able to get any. A quick breath of cold air brought it down to drinkable temperature, and even without additives, it surprised her,* \"Mm, this isn't the same kind of bean the palace uses, it has flavor of it's own, and not just bitter, as dark as possible for the most energy in one cup.\"\n\n*She looks down a little, then to Kitti, and back to Gyr,* \"We have to, today, and as soon as possible, I do not want to lie to her...\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^` he took a deeper breath ~^} \" Kitti may we speak to you real quick?- \"{^~ he asked sitting by snow, his tail curling to attempt to hold snow's, he didn't want to tell kitti, but he knew it had to be done, he watched as the dragonet put on her cloak before going over to them, sitting down and tilting her head, seeming more then curious for news that was like this~^}"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she looked over to snow then gyr, her scales shifting to a lighter blue color as she didn't seem to try and hide the colors as much anymore from what snow said ~^} \" What's going on-?.. If it's about the hatchling stuff mom already told me-\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snow put her talon over Gyr's, holding there as she took a breath, she wanted to take pride in being called 'mom', but...* \"I, did not know how to tell you this, but, something else has happened today, it is why I am staying here, and not the palace. Kin- No, *Hyperborean*, has announced a new law, effective immediately, banning those not of pure Icewing heritage from living here...\" *The absolute venom in her voice as she said his name rivaled that of a Rainwing's, her grip on his tightening,* \"I do not know what is going to happen, but I swear to you that I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, you, and any other who may run afoul of that new 'law'.\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^` she seemed to completely pause for a second before her markings turned red and a acid green color, hissing as her frills extended slightly before she took a breath and swallowed her venom that threatened to spill, her frills twitching as she tried to calm down ~^} \" Oh, *Fantastic* \" {^` she said sarcastically, mumbling something under her breath before shaking off alittle to force her scales to go back to normal ~^} \" Mm, sorry, almost lost my temper, uhm, is he perhaps only doing it for alittle bit? Or is this a permanent thing\" {^` she said still very obviously pissed but she was doing her best, her fangs attempting to move forward a couple times when she talked but she held herself back, knowing it wasn't gyr or snows fault this law went into affect, her claws having left deep scratches where they lied and her scales where still very faintly red and acid green ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She grit her teeth at Kitti's reaction, not so dissimilar to her own, though thankfully far less destructive,* \"As far as I know, he intends it to be permanent, but, it will not be if I have my way of things. He has gone too far. I, should have seen this coming, I knew he did not like hybrids, but, I did not expect it to go this far,\" *She sat her cup down, still half full, before moving to sit in front of Kitti,* \"I am sorry, but until things get better, I do not know how much you can do outside. I may have enough sway with some guards or civilians, but...\" *She trails off, holding her talon out to her step-daughter, a little shakily.*"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^~ she looked at her talons, her frills going flat to her neck as much as possible, backing up a bit from the offer before looking at gyr and shaking her head her tail curling around her alittle before looking to snow ~^} \" Sorry-.. Uhm- I can just stick to the caves- that's where I normally go anyway- I can stay away from people easily, I did it for the first few years of my life- dad was worried everyone would try and hurt me-\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^` he carefully lowered snows talon, understanding what kitti meant and knowing he would have to explain to snow why she refused the offer but he didn't want to interrupt kitti at all, putting his wing over snow to try and offer alittle bit of grounding in case the rejection had hurt her feelings ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snow gives a solemn nod at Kitti not accepting her invitation, she was zero for two on comforting dragonets, but it wasn't uncalled for in either case, she could not fault them for not feeling ready. It looked like the explanation of her hiding in the caves hurt Snow a little, but it made sense to some degree, the hate of hybrids was never an absent thing, only now it was enshrined in Icewing law. She leaned against Gyr's comfort of her, while a headbump told him that she was alright with it.*"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I don't really- accept- comfort when I am mad- it ends badly-\" {^` she said nodding to the scars on gyr's arms and talons ~^} \" I cant control my outbursts normally-...\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ he nuzzled snow a bit, watching kitti carefully as the dragonet seemed to try and hide herself more with the cloak to keep herself warmer ~^} \" Be careful whether your hiding or not- the guards aren't gonna be very pleased to know that I lied about what I told them-\""
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"I would not be surprised if they would be angry with me as well, considering the exit I made...\" *She said, leaning into the nuzzle,* \"But there was no conceivable way I would allow myself to be complacent. I am even debating if staying in the Ice Kingdom as a whole is a good idea, but I have few ideas of where to go.\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "\" What are the places you where thinking?\" {^~ he asked looking over to her, watching kitti creep over to snows side and lay by her, her wing touching her like a stray cat that was attempting to show it was warming up to you ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"Oddly enough, the rainforest is one option, it would likely be hard to tolerate temperature-wise, but Queen Azalea would not turn us away. The other option is the Mud Kingdom, the rumors are unsubstantiated, but a new Queen has recently ascended, and word has spread of her liking hybrids, and the other tribes, if anywhere is safe, it would be there.\" *She responded, smiling at Kitti laying her wing on her. Progress, no matter how small, was progress.*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "\" The rain wings aren't to fond of me oddly enough due to rumors- but either is a good option, I didn't know the mud wings had a new queen, nor that she liked hybrids- what do you think kitti?\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^ she was clawing the ground alittle, some venom marks on the ground ~^} \" ... I don't mind either way- as long as we're safe anywhere is okay with me-\" {^~ she said looking up at snow before \"Head butting\" Her side, holding the touch as she made a chittery like purr sound ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snow laid her wing over Kitti when she bumped her head into the older icewing's side,* \"We will likely have to leave before too long, there is only so long before someone remembers some detail you've said, or recalls our dates and thinks to look for me here... Kitti, do you have any friends you need to tell that you'll be gone for a while?\""
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I'll leave a note in the crystal caves, that's where I met the ones that live here- plus all of them are hybrids- so they have probably left by now-\" {^ she said leaning into snow at the warmth, even if they were cold to the touch she some how managed to find a way to get heat off of ice wings ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*She shifts to give Kitti a more comfortable spot to lay, her tail moving to encompass the dragonet,* \"Perhaps it would be worth it to tell them about safe places as well, within and without, there would doubtlessly be some willing to care for hybrids here. And as a General of Queen Curlew, I will make sure as many as I can stay safe until we leave.\" *What she was doing was, fairly transparent, having disavowed the king so hard, that she has retaken the previous Queen's name, despite her being gone.*"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "\" I will, can't believe our king is like this-.. I don't think hybrids are that bad-..\" {^ she said playing with her talons alittle, feeling over her claws a bit ~^} \" ... Mom, can I make you some more crystal jewelry?-\""
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^ he got up, starting to pack things that weren't fully needed for general living so that it was easier on them when they moved, his tail curling to stay out of the way ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "\"This is, far from the first time an Icewing ruler has done something like this, the trouble with Ice and Night hybrids dates back over four thousand years, it only spread outwards from there. Every time progress is made, some fool tries to break it again...\" *She sighed, looking down to Kittiwake,* \"Of course, Kitti, I would love it if you did,\" *Her voice was quieter, half to try and comfort her step-daughter, the other half trying not to make an embarrassing noise from being called 'Mom' regularly.*"
},
{
"author": "kittiwake",
"message": "{^` she got up, coming back with her jewelry supplies and sitting by snow again, having a bag full of different kinds of gems in all different shapes and sizes, grabbing a quill and putting it behind her fang, making it \"Venom tipped\" And using it to burn a hole for the chain of the jewelry through the crystals, focused on order to not mess it up, her scales turning a pink color as she smiled a bit, using this to distract herself a bit ~^}"
},
{
"author": "General Snowstorm",
"message": "*Snow watched her work with some amount of interest, she knew the usual way was for the jeweler to carefully carve out the space, or set it into a metal casing, both of said options were common in the upper reaches of Icewings. She never did imagine herself doing the same, but here she was now, wearing a necklace she would have though gaudy before meeting Gyr and Kitti, and waiting on her step-daughter to make more.*\n\n*She looked up to check on Gyr's progress, part of her wanting to get up and help, but, staying and helping Kitti keep her mind off of the situation was paramount, and the least she could do for being part of the reason they had to leave for a time in the first place...*"
},
{
"author": "gyrfalcon",
"message": "{^~ once he was done with his packing he layed down near them again, watching kitti finish the jewelry and offer it to snow ~^} \" You keep picking up hobbies and you'll be able to work in all fields of work-\" {^~ he said jokingly, smiling alittle as he watched kitti stick her tongue out at him before hugging snow ~^{"
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"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Finally- with a sense of time for himself, the head butler of the Ice Palace had been dismissed to explore the surrounding areas while the royals attend to business- the butlers within the Sky Palace taking over the tedious, timely, but eloquently done task of tending to Ice Nobility. \n\nSince they were to be in meetings for the bulk of the day, Calve settled down on the idea of taking a flight through the mountain ranges- enjoying the naturally cold air of the higher altitudes- it was one of the few climatic conditions on Pyyrhia that remained tolerable to him outside of the Ice Kingdom, and fly to the highest heights he could- he certainly did. Eventually finding himself towards the peak of the 'claws' a hundred or so meters down from the very top. \n\nHe perched himself upon a mountainous path and following it through the secluded area where not even the sound of a nearby Skywing could be heard to interrupt his deepest, most intimate thoughts- to which, he surprisingly had many- most of which concerned whether or not this counted as being officially dismissed for the day- as in he was off the job, or if he should maintain his regal, apathetic demeanor to the locals in this place should he have the misfortune of coming upon one... Though- what Skywing would reasonably be here during this time of day? Or rather this time of night.\n\nAbove loomed the cold, pale moons - blanketing the mountains in their silver light- enhancing the colors of the Icewings scales as he dipped in and out of the moonlight's path along the winding rocky trails towards the top."
},
{
"author": "twig | he/him",
"message": "Twig lay among the rocks, hidden beneath the large drape he had fashioned as makeshift shelter from the mountain's chill. The night was calm, its starry canvas spread above like a tapestry of secrets and stories. He appreciated the tranquility of these moments, away from the bustling town of Possibility.\n\nAs he rested there, wrapped in his solitude, Twig's mind wandered. The countless hours of work in the library had drained him, but it was the kind of weariness he welcomed. Among the shelves of books and the hushed whispers of knowledge, he felt a sense of purpose that helped to fill the void left by his family's abandonment.\n\nThe approaching footsteps shattered the stillness of the night, their echo bouncing off the rocky walls. Twig's keen senses stirred, and he lifted his head slightly, his golden yellow eyes narrowing in the darkness. His instincts, honed by years of hiding and survival, went on high alert. His heart pounded as he scanned the shadows for any sign of danger."
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve wraps around the approaching bend, noticing the odd drape. The first thought that came to mind was *Is the Sky Kingdom normally this... Trashy?*- though he paused, adhering to an air of caution - knowing very well there might be a Skywing nearby or within the makeshift shelter. There was a long- awkward moment of silence as Calve stood still and thought of how to approach before the sound of him clearing his throat bounced off of the mountainsides- \"Apologies- but might someone be there?...\" He paused- entertaining the idea he was possibly just talking to himself for a moment before flicking his tail to the left as if dismissing the thought in an annoyed fashion- if he was talking to himself, no one would be around to say he had been doing it so he shouldn't care. \"I hadn't expected to find someone else out here in the mountains while the stars were still out. Though maybe I've interrupted your sleep-\" He nervously chuckled. \"Which then begs the question why you sleep *Out here* And not within a proper place of residence with your peers... I'm- going to approach now- if you attack, I will have no choice but to retaliate.\" With that- the Icewing, who's form practically glittered in the moonlight, seemed to shift into frame- he held his body taught- compact with his wings tightly pinned to his sides, and his head was turned upward giving the illusion the tip of his snout was touching the moon. \n\n\"So there *Is* Someone here... Haven't you any manners to speak when spoken to? Or perhaps - you've removed yourself from dragon society to begin with. Which would explain...\" He unceremoniously gestured to Twig's 'shelter'. \"Do you have a name?\" The expression on the Icewings' face reeked of regality- a clear sense of superiority in his gaze as he seemed to literally and metaphorically look down on the dragon before him."
},
{
"author": "twig | he/him",
"message": "Twig's heart raced as the approaching dragon came into view. He remained hidden beneath his makeshift drape, his eyes fixed on the newcomer with a mix of curiosity and caution. The stranger's initial thoughts about the state of the area caused Twig's grumpy demeanor to twitch with irritation. He was not particularly fond of unwelcome visitors.\n\nAs the dragon cleared his throat and spoke, Twig remained silent for a moment, his thoughts racing. He recognized the distinctive form of an IceWing, a sight less common in Possibility, which only heightened his wariness. The IceWing's tone, though not overtly hostile, carried an air of authority that Twig found irksome.\n\nWhen the IceWing suggested that Twig might be sleeping out in the mountains, he couldn't help but scoff silently. Sleep was a luxury he rarely indulged in, given his cautious nature. Twig listened intently as the IceWing continued to speak, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity in his eyes.\n\nAs the IceWing prepared to approach, Twig slowly emerged from his hiding spot, revealing his form wrapped in the drape. His single amber eye regarded the IceWing with a guarded expression. He didn't immediately respond to the IceWing's questions, preferring to size up this unexpected visitor.\n\nFinally, in a tone that held a touch of sardonic amusement, Twig replied, \"I don't attack dragons who approach with a polite inquiry, nor do I require your permission to exist outside of dragon society's norms.\" He eyed the IceWing's regal demeanor with a hint of skepticism. \"I'm Twig, a name you may or may not find relevant. And you are?\" His words held a subtle challenge."
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve glared at Twig's scoff and general demeanor, rolling his eyes- but accepting the raw facts of the matter- raising an eyebrow in interest at the first statement before puffing out his chest as if extending the range of his own authority past the boundaries of the Ice Kingdom. \"Was it *Not* Wise to assume you might've been some... Outclaw ruffian?.. As for not following the rules within our respective societies- I find even though you do not respect them, you certainly *Do* Adhere to them- consciously or not.\" He paced around Twig, somewhat like a shark encircling its preferred prey item. \"'Twig', hm? What a quaint name- you may call me 'Calve'. I'm the head butler of the Ice Palace- only here in these foreign lands for reasons related to my illustrious duties serving the King~\" \n\nCalve's eyes were predatory in nature- skimming the surface of Twig's scales like knives before he finally made eye contact once more, a sly grin on his face as his tail flicked sharply to the right. \"Forgive my rudeness, I suppose this is *Your* Home- I should be more... Accommodating.\" He seemed to relax himself- resting in a sitting position a few meters in front of Twig, his body language echoing that of a cat's rather than a dragons. \"I never expected to be a guest myself- I usually play the part of the host... I could continue my climb up the mountain to find a more splendid view - but I find myself intrigued by your circumstances, so won't you entertain one as noble as myself for the evening?~ If only to keep your mind busy since it appears you haven't been able to truly sleep. I promise to be on my best behavior, my King would thoroughly be through with me if I caused a political dispute in attacking you- plus- Im not quite the type to fancy chipping a claw for the sake of fighting.\" He turned his head up in a harshly condescending manner to further emphasize the gap between the two rather different dergs."
},
{
"author": "twig | he/him",
"message": "Twig listened to Calve's words with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. The IceWing's arrogant demeanor grated on him, but he couldn't deny the dragon's intelligence and wit. Twig was used to keeping his guard up, especially when dealing with outsiders, but Calve's approach was both unexpected and intriguing.\n\nAs Calve circled him, Twig's eye followed the IceWing's movements, a hint of curiosity in his gaze. He noted the predatory nature of Calve's eyes, a stark contrast to his own grumpiness. Twig's response to the IceWing's introduction was a raised eyebrow and a small, dry smirk. \"Ah, the illustrious head butler of the Ice Palace graces me with his presence. How fortunate I am.\"\n\nTwig shifted slightly, his drape rustling with the movement as Calve took a seat in front of him. He couldn't help but be slightly intrigued by the dragon's proposal, even if it came with an air of superiority. \"Entertain a noble dragon such as yourself? I suppose I could use some company for the evening,\" Twig replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. \"Just be sure to mind your manners, Calve. I have no desire to get entangled in political disputes or claw duels tonight.\""
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Twig's response only seemed to enflame his sense of self-worth, rather than stroking the flame of Calve's temper as he seemed pleased with the sarcastic tone- holding out his arm and looking over his talons with a grin that swelled into a smile. \"Yes- indeed, it *Must* Be quite the privilege for someone of your current condition but rest assured- it's *My* Pleasure.\" His expression remained rather pleased as he chuckled at Twig's continued use of sarcasm- it was amusing- and coming from this dragon, it was somewhat adorable- like how one might see a puppy as cute for chasing its' tail. \n\n\"Excellent choice, young master- perhaps if you prove to be an impressive specimen, I'll let you come back to the Ice Kingdom with me?~\" He laughed- clearly only joking at the proposal before nodding in agreement at twigs desire to keep things peaceful. \"Minding my manners is my field of expertise, so there's no cause for concern~... Though, the first topic I'd like to discuss is- well- if it's not too personal, what's led you to such a drab disposition as living like a scavenger?- While surely nothing the Sky Kingdom has could ever compare to the luxurious beauty of my own domain, surely there's value to at least be had in saving energy and time by living in a city or town rather than all by your lonesome.\"\n\nCalve silently judged Twig's body language and responses in an analytical manner, quietly noting the imperfections in Twig's posture and tone of voice- but none of this judgmental information seemed to leak into what he had to say- at least directly. Though he couldn't help but be curious as to how the sands of time had eroded this dragon's mind and body into what it is now- it was rare a commoner caught his eye as Twig had- though it was perhaps built on the curious circumstances of their encounter - but it was a rarity nonetheless- he couldn't tell if the dragon's superficial charm was entrancing- or if he was just bored out of his scales."
},
{
"author": "twig | he/him",
"message": "Twig couldn't help but roll his remaining eye at Calve's exaggerated display of self-importance. He found the IceWing's amusement at his sarcastic tone both vexing and strangely entertaining. Calve's condescending attitude was an acquired taste, to say the least, but there was something intriguing about the dragon's unapologetic arrogance.\n\nTwig's response to Calve's joke about returning to the Ice Kingdom was dry. \"I'll be sure to pack my bags right away,\" He quipped, his grumpiness making a brief appearance.\n\nAs Calve steered the conversation to a more personal note, Twig's expression turned slightly guarded. He didn't often share the details of his past with strangers, especially not those as regal and judgmental as Calve. However, there was an air of curiosity about the IceWing that piqued his interest.\n\n\"Drab disposition, as you put it, often comes from drab circumstances,\" Twig replied, his tone more measured. \"I find solace in solitude, away from the chaos of crowded towns and the politics of dragon society. As for scavenging, it suits me just fine. It's a simple existence, and I've learned to appreciate the quiet moments.\"\n\nTwig couldn't help but turn the question back to Calve, his own curiosity getting the better of him. \"But what brings a distinguished dragon like yourself to these mountains, Calve? Surely the Ice Kingdom has no shortage of luxuries and comforts. What could this remote place offer that your grand palace cannot?\" There was a subtle challenge in his question, a hint that he was not entirely convinced by Calve's claim of seeking entertainment in such an unlikely location."
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve place the back of a talon under his own snout and laughed- though it sound partially forced, the expression of glee on his face indicated how genuine it was. \"Young Master, Twig- you have only *One* Item to my knowledge, there's not packing to be done~\" He snickered - finding delight in his 'clever comeback', not seeming to mind his new friend's grumpy dryness- it was something Calve had to face rather often in his his-day-to-day happenings with nobles, the King, and of course the queen- so it was refreshing to know even someone with as little to his name as Twig- could have a similar personality. \n\nThe Icewing noted Twig's turn to a guarded countenance, bowing his head seemingly in apology at prying scales that needn't be pruned. \"That is very true-\" He seemed to stop himself manually from making an unsavory comment- something that might've gone like 'That's very true, being a skywing would be drab enough, wouldn't it'? - which was startlingly cautious of him- he even seemed to display surprise at his own behavior before sharply clearing his throat and shooting his eyes towards the corner of the scene. \"I suppose- it's somewhat poetic then, chaining yourself to the burden of solitude in desperation to drown yourself in the quietness of living alone... If it's the past you're running from, it can be wise to fill that past with people.\" He kept his eyes in the corner of the cave- quietly revealing something about his own situation, perhaps inadvertently through his own advice to Twig.\n\nHe perked back up with that same fly grin at Twig's barrage of queries. \"Me? Oh- I was dismissed by the King to do as I wished, though I was to return by a certain time, so it's wise to remain within a close proximity so I might return to my master's side... Though, perhaps you're looking for the nuance behind my choice in location instead of somewhere more... Peopled?\" He paused and thought about it for a moment before continuing. \"Well- it's never as comfortable as home, but the higher the mountains, the cooler the air- it's a pleasantry not found in the valleys of your kingdom - on top of this, perhaps I too enjoy a moment or two to myself, not to say you're ruining my fun of course...\" He nervously chuckled once more- seemingly afraid that *That* Of all comments would be the one to offend rather than his countless others."
},
{
"author": "twig | he/him",
"message": "Twig couldn't help but smirk in response to Calve's comment about his solitary lifestyle. The IceWing's wit, though tinged with arrogance... It was addicting. He appreciated the dragon's ability to engage in this banter, even if their circumstances were far from conventional.\n\nAs Calve shifted the conversation back to the topic of solitude, Twig couldn't help but sense a hint of vulnerability in the IceWing's words. He listened attentively, his grumpy exterior softening ever so slightly. Calve's advice struck a chord with him, and it wasn't lost on Twig that the butler was offering more than just idle conversation. It hinted at a shared experience, a sense of seeking refuge in solitude to escape the weight of the past.\n\n\"You speak with wisdom, Calve,\" Twig replied, his tone less dry and more contemplative. \"Solitude can be both a sanctuary and a burden, a place to heal and to reflect. Perhaps there's more to your choice of location than meets the eye as well.\"\n\nTwig appreciated the glimpse of vulnerability that Calve had unwittingly revealed, and he decided to tread carefully. The IceWing's explanation for being in the mountains seemed plausible, but there was an unspoken depth to their conversation that intrigued Twig.\n\nWith a hint of mischief in his eye, Twig added, \"Ruining your fun? Perish the thought. I wouldn't dream of depriving you of your moment of solitude in the cool mountain air. After all, it's not every day one has the pleasure of meeting the illustrious head butler of the Ice Palace.\" He matched Calve's playful tone, enjoying the back-and-forth exchange."
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "The icewing was sort of startled by the change in Twig's tone- his ears pinning back on his head for a moment while he silently cursed himself - the Grand Butler of the Ice Palace - from showing an ounce of vulnerability in foreign lands- surely, no one would hear of this- but the thought it might get around made him physically cringe at his own behavior- trying to keep that same sly grin on his face as he followed up on Twig's comments. \"Well, tis it not the duty of a servant to indulge in information of all kinds? You know- the King does seek council in me sometimes, so psychology and philosophy are useful tools for carving a meaningful mark into the those captivated by my elegance.~\" He silently applauded himself with a toothy smile at the 'clean save'. \"Perhaps- perhaps not- Maybe I came all this way just to see you?~ Who knows- I might be a secret admirer of sorts~\" He chuckled at the idea, smoothly seeming to dodge Twig's observations about the moment of weakness he had displayed. \n\nThe Skywings comment brought back the joyful, toothy smile to his face- as he chuckled at the sarcasm that had once intended to be bitter- being turned into playfulness. \"I knew you were a bright one - I'm glad to see such- respect and admiration for a fine exhibit such as myself. I promise you won't find any like me in all of the museums from Pyrrhia and Pantala~\" The tone of his voice was subtly- though not intentionally flirtatious, it was simply a habit of his to display such playful dialogue when he was able to drop his guard off of the job, though it could very easily be misinterpreted.\n\nHe waved a talon dismissively- \"While I *Love* Hearing about myself- tell me more about you. What interests do you pursue all by your lonesome up here at the top of the world? I take you as a bookworm, perhaps? Though being so far from a collection or library, must render you rather word starved.\" His eyes jumped to life as he sensed an opportunity. \"Fear not, young master- I'm sure a single conversation with me should sate your appetite for knowledge.\""
},
{
"author": "twig | he/him",
"message": "Twig couldn't help but grumble at Calve's response, his earlier skepticism giving way to a begrudging sense of amusement. The IceWing's ability to effortlessly weave wit and charm into his conversation was, in his grumpy opinion, mildly impressive.\n\n\"Scholar of psychology and philosophy, huh?\" Twig remarked, his tone dripping with a touch of sarcasm. \"Guess I'm just lucky to have a dragon with such an illustrious mind in my presence. And as for the wild idea of you being a secret admirer, well, I've heard stranger things in these mountains.\"\n\nCalve's playful banter and flirtatious tone did not escape Twig's notice, though he responded with his typical gruffness. He raised an eyebrow, his expression still rather stoic. \"You certainly have a unique way of charming your admirers, Calve,\" He muttered, playing along with the flirtatious banter with all the enthusiasm of a dragon in the morning before their first cup of tea."
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve's ego swelled to unhealthy proportions, though that wasn't to say he didn't bathe in the admiration - no matter how sarcastic it might've been - like a reptile on a warm stone basking in the rays of yellow sunlight. \"I'm a scholar in all corners of knowledge, just particularly fond of those regarding the mind, such information provides the tools necessary for those eager to please in a field such as mine.\" A splash of intrigue flowed across his face at the proclamation of hearing strange things within the mountains. \n\n\"Seems I've been found out~\" He playfully put on a pouting expression. \"I'm sure whatever you've heard pales in comparison to the truth, hm?\" He stood and seemed to present his form in a pose fitting for only the finest sculpture, illustrating the musculature of his body that was coated by an iridescent set of scales like that of a fresh snowfall. He curled his tail upwards like that of a sandwing- showing off the ivory spiked protrusions at the tip of his tail, the moonlight glistening off of their surfaces. \n\nCalve playfully scoffed, turning his snout upwards before relaxing his body once more. \"One must please *All* Of the senses- sight, smell, sound... And even the more niche senses such as the heart, soul, and so on~\" He grinned with a streak of mischief. \"I take it that was your admittance to being an admirer, *Twig*~\""
},
{
"author": "twig | he/him",
"message": "Twig couldn't help but shake his head in a mix of amusement and exasperation at Calve's unapologetic ego.\n\n\"Indeed, a scholar of boundless knowledge,\" Twig muttered, his words laced with a touch of dry sarcasm. \"I can only imagine dragons far and wide eagerly seeking your profound insights.\"\n\nCalve's feigned pout elicited a snort of amusement from Twig. He observed as the IceWing proudly displayed his impressive physique and the mesmerizing sheen of his scales. While Twig was far from openly impressed, there was a grunt of acknowledgement and nothing more.\n\n\"Pleasing all the senses, I see,\" Twig commented, his tone retaining its characteristic dryness. \"A master in the art of sensory satisfaction, it seems.\"\n\nCalve's playful insinuation about Twig being an admirer earned a huff of irritation, though a subtle glint of humility danced in his eye. \"Let's not exaggerate, Calve. Admiration might be a bit of a stretch, but I'll concede that you're a rather intriguing character. You certainly know how to make a mountain encounter less monotonous, for better or worse.\""
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Calve gleamed with satisfaction at Twig's statement- the Skywings tone utterly lost to the Icewings self-indulgent nature- seeming to nullify the normal effect Twig might've had on a dragon.\n\n\"It's nice to be recognized for my talents- I'd love to teach sometime~\" Calve let out his own snort of amusement at Twig's attempt at a lifeless grunt of apathy- behind the windows- or rather window- to Twig's inner thoughts, the Icewing was keen on seeing through the tough shell of a facade Twig had thrown forth during their interaction thus far. For if the lonely Skywing was truly displeased, he had a feeling their little chat wouldn't've lasted half as long. \n\n\"Yes- pleasing all of the senses... You should give it a try some time, you might like it~\" He teased Twig for his affinity towards apathy- though it only stoked the desire to know more about him and *Why* He was this way more than anything. \"Good eye, you have a refined taste for a commoner living in a hovel.\" He chuckled that potentially insufferable chuckle. \n\n\"Well- seems I've at least hooked you~\" He winked playfully and turned his attention to the moons outside. \"You know- you've proved to be more interesting than the lonely hike upwards- though perhaps your company could enhance the experience if you're willing to make the trek to look down upon the world as an Icewing of my caliber does daily~. I'm flattered you've been enjoying our conversation by the way- you're rather gruff- and you hesitate to express yourself, but it's easy to read between your lines, young master~\""
},
{
"author": "twig | he/him",
"message": "Calve's satisfaction with Twig's statement was evident, and he wore it like a badge of honor. The IceWing's self-indulgent nature seemed impervious to Twig's typically grumpy demeanor, a fact that both amused and perplexed him.\n\n\"I'll keep your offer in mind,\" Twig replied, his apathetic tone doing little to mask the intrigue that had been building within him during their conversation. Calve's ability to see beyond his tough exterior was disconcerting in a way, as if the IceWing had managed to peel back some of the layers he had carefully constructed over the years.\n\nCalve's teasing about pleasing all the senses earned another grumble from Twig, though there was a hint of reluctant amusement in his eye. \"I'll consider it,\" He mumbled, not willing to give Calve the satisfaction of a more enthusiastic response.\n\nThe IceWing's comment about Twig's refined taste, despite his humble abode, prompted a raised eyebrow from the SkyWing. \"Appearances can be deceiving,\" He retorted, though there was a glimmer of appreciation in his eye for the dragon's perceptiveness.\n\nCalve's playful wink and invitation to join him for a view from the heights of the mountain caught Twig off guard. He hesitated for a moment before responding, \"Perhaps I'll take you up on that offer someday, Calve, though I make no promises.\" His gruff exterior remained intact, but beneath it, there was a sense of curiosity that had been ignited by this peculiar encounter. \"As for reading between my lines, you might just be more perceptive than most.\""
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "Time was growing thinner by the moment- soon, Calve would have to return to his master's side- though the thought for the first time in what felt like eons, made him somewhat frustrated- he was enjoying his time here with Twig- the banter between the two proving to only seem to feed Calve's sense of self-worth, as well as sat his curiosity regarding the skywing- but he was always left wanting to know more- perhaps another time then?\n\nCalve chuckled at Twig's reluctance to indulge him with a response- it was adorable and humorous all at the same time. \"Well then- seems I'll have to be going- the sand at the bottom of the hourglass runs thick I'm afraid... But- I would like to see you again sometime, Twig. Of course- you know *Exactly* Where to find me, but there are two issues that would remain... Unresolved. One- the King is... Not to fond of dragons from other tribes- two- If I were to come looking for you in my free time, I wonder if you'll still be here - or perhaps in another cave somewhere else in Pyrrhia.\" He tried to chuckle as if it would do anything to mask his interest in another encounter. \n\n\"As I've said- it's important for someone in my line of work to have such a knack~. I'd be lying if I said reading into you like one of the novels in the palace library wasn't something I've relished tonight- seems you've hooked me too~\" He stood and prepared himself to make his exit- never once faltering in his perfect posture and strutting stride."
},
{
"author": "twig | he/him",
"message": "Twig watched as Calve mentioned his imminent departure, raising a brow. \n\n\"Until next time, Calve,\" Twig replied, his tone gruff but tinged with a hint of genuine interest. \"As for the King's disapproval and my ever-changing abode, well, it adds an element of unpredictability to our encounters, doesn't it?\"\n\nCalve's parting words about his knack for reading into people and being hooked, much like Twig, drew a small, rare smile from the SkyWing. \"Safe travels, Calve. And who knows, maybe our paths will cross again when you least expect it.\"\n\nAs Calve prepared to leave, Twig remained seated."
},
{
"author": "Calve | Head Butler of the Ice Palace",
"message": "\"Until next time, Twig!\" He bowed his head as a sign of respect, and fully turned to make his leave, looking over his shoulder as he stretched his wings out to their fullest extent with a yawn. \"I suppose you're right- let's just sincerely hope we're never at odds because of circumstance~ My influence only has so much sway, so try to stay in the Ice Kingdom's good graces, okay?~\" With that, he took off into the night sky, quickly becoming a small white speck among the stars on the infinite midnight canvas. \n\n```END ^w^```"
}
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