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[ { "author": "Deel", "message": "*\"She sure has the spirit! Let's see what the treton'll do, haha!\"* The goblin exclaimed, drooling even more intensely." }, { "author": "Brand", "message": "Brand remained silent, a brow arched as she observed the woman that faded in the shadows." }, { "author": "shpeekrebs", "message": "—\n\nThree elves strode through the forest, carefully tracking the trail of blood their comrades had spilled. Two seemed naught but grunts, yet the one who headed their approach stood out. Clad in full plate, the warrior bore a two handed blade. A green cape, identifying him as a senior soldier, danced with the breeze that carried it floating. The three were wary and made their approach quietly. The leader raised a hand and pointed his finger soaring, giving the sign for the two following him in a V shape formation to slow down. They were surrounded by the tall trees of the forest, vast crowns creating many opportunities. That is why their gazes often reached above to inspect the woods close to them.\nIf Yakaiyo relied on her advanced eye capabilities, she'd discern a faint orange outline around the three - they were more alarmed than usual, yet hadn't spotted her or anyone else yet." }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The treton stalked the trio not in the trees, but on the ground. Careful to not step on any branches or dry leaves, Yakaiyo takes cover behind a large tree, waiting for one of the grunts to pass by. Once the group had just passed her, the treton extended her blood red claws, sneaking behind the right grunt, and wrapping her hand around his neck, sinking her claws deep into his throat.*" }, { "author": "shpeekrebs", "message": "The grunt realized what had happened - yet after the claws were dug deep. He gasped in a desperate fight for breath, his weak hands latching onto Yakaiyo in a failed attempt to get her off.\nThe other two flinched and backed away from her. The leader raised his blade pointed towards her while the other behind began muttering something under his breath. A stream of blue energy enveloped him, yet the spell still seemed in preparation.\n\"Surrender now, and we will spare you!\" The leader announced in an aggressive tone, clearly infuriated with the death of his comrade." } ]

[ { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Aw, that's no fun. How about a little game?\"\n\n*Instead of rushing straight at the swordsman, Yakaiyo turns tail and runs behind the nearest tree. She couldn't afford to take a slash; unlike a thrust to the gut, it could destroy her entire chest, or pop off a limb. Something she couldn't quite handle yet.*" }, { "author": "shpeekrebs", "message": "\"I'm not here to play games, murderer.\" The aura around his blade grew stronger. \"You've had your chance to surrender.\"\nHe turned his head and muttered something to the mage. The latter gave a nod in response and channeled his aura further. The cyan color shifted into a crimson one. He pushed his hands together as the energy erupted ablaze. It seemed like a fireball in preparation, visibly and audibly. The mage held his action, waiting for an opportunity to strike as he stepped a bit closer.\nThe general got close enough to the tree. After that, an unknown source of energy unleashed from his boot as it propelled his next step forth with impressive speed. He stepped to the right side of the tree as to peek behind it. In the meantime, he had raised his sword above his right shoulder, the one revealed to the other side of the trunk. It was already pointed towards his target area of attack and was prepared for a thrusting motion. He speared the blade forth with an attempt to pierce whoever hid behind, the aura in the edge bursting in white smoke to empower his strike." }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The armored warrior would find that the treton was not where he thought it would; instead, she was nearly above him. Yakaiyo had waited, clinging against the side of the tree. Her left shin would push away the sword thrust, and she drops her entire weight onto her elbow, slamming it into the elf's head. The force may have caused massive impact in Yakaiyo's arm, but she didn't care. It's not like she would feel it.*\n\n\"DIE, WRETCHED SCUM!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "[Shpeekrebs] Lucien D'arcy|Pride", "message": "The two were currently chatting about something, yet once she came back carrying a body they observed curiously. As she left it before Brand, Deel moved up towards the silnari. With loud sniffs he inspected the barely breathing victim on the ground." }, { "author": "Brand", "message": "Brand inspected the treton in the meantime. It was safe to say his interest was focused on a specific area of her body, before he smirked in a satisfactory manner. He dropped his beefy hand on his knee, leaning forth. **\"Not bad at all. She has potential, Deel.\"**" }, { "author": "Deel", "message": "The goblin nodded frantically in response. He probed his spear against the elf's shoulder a few times with a curious and entertained expression. *\"She sure does! Might wanna give her the offer, Brandy boy!\"*" }, { "author": "Brand", "message": "The orc furrowed his brows in thought, giving her another look. The hand which didn't lay on his thigh was busy maintaining the menace of an axe he wielded from falling over. **\"Perhaps having a fine woman in our group might be... Refreshing.\"**" }, { "author": "[Shpeekrebs] Lucien D'arcy|Pride", "message": "After a few pricks, the elf felt pain enough to jerk his head up. The pressure on his body was immeasurable - his nose was broken, face was bloodied, and body was devastated. Yet what truly crushed him was the sight he became an observer of. His allies, the ones he had headed out to find - all brought to naught but fleshy toys for the monsters. Terror overwhelmed him, but even more so he raged. \"H-h... How dare you... How dare you!\" Thelmynn, with last effort, managed to force himself to his feet. With a swift swing of his one functioning hand he grasped a sword from the ground. A war cry empowered his charge, before a twist of his arm shot the blade forth in a thrust aimed for the orc's chest." }, { "author": "Brand", "message": "The sword met a wall, the breaching of which impossible. Nevertheless, he pushed - only for his weapon to snap under the pressure. Half of it flew off and landed besides Yakaiyo. Brand tilted his head as his bloodshot eyes shifted towards the attacker. And then, the white haired one felt it. An aura belonging to a beast unlike any other, it defeated him. His knees quivered and bent inwards at the realization. Brand, without warning, slammed his forehead forth. As it met the other's head, a horrifying series of cracks rang up the area. The orc retorted back to his posture. Thelmynn's head was halfway folded in. His body twitched once or twice, before he collapsed to the ground.\n**\"You've proven yourself to not be just a useless bitch. I could best you with my finger only, but that doesn't mean you don't have potential. Alright, I will agree to your offer, I'd like to be entertained.\"** He reached forth and raised a finger. **\"However. Under one condition. Every now and then, I will need you to do some things for me. What the jobs are and what they'll require will vary in nature, but you'll have to do so without questioning my orders.\"**" }, { "author": "Deel", "message": "The goblin pierced his spear into the chest of the fallen and hauled him away from the two as they discussed terms." }, { "author": "Brand", "message": "**\"If you agree to that and find other means to satisfy my interest, I might even decide to aid you from times to times, depending on what you'll need help with. Accepting the conditions only to gain the powers and scram would be unfortunate. You are one crazy lass, it'd be sad to have to make you into minced meat. So, what will it be?\"**" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The treton notices Brand staring at her bare chest. As she expected. She didn't really care to cover up; it's not like she was in the city. Yakaiyo grins as the elf desperately attempted to make a last stand, yet was knocked down like a peg.*\n\n\"Oh, I don't mind doing favors. As long as I get that power of yours. Getting help from a big, strong man like you isn't bad either.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo strolls towards the large orc, pressing a hand up on his chest.*\n\n\"So what do you say?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Brand", "message": "As the woman approached and slid her hand across his chest, the orc smirked in a satisfactory manner. From up close he was even more convinced with her request, considering the appeal provided by her clothing - or specifically lack thereof. His eyes flickered towards the goblin for a moment." }, { "author": "Deel", "message": "Deel, who was still drooling like before, slammed his spear in the ground and exclaimed. *\"Passes my criteria! Let's get this fish in to do some of that dirty jobs, haha!\"*" }, { "author": "Brand", "message": "Brand turned back to the woman after. **\"Good. In that case, I will come back for you when I need you.\"**\n\nHis vast brutish hands captured her waist as he lifted her up with ease. He placed her on top of himself, after which he pinned her thighs against his to prevent any resistance during the painful start of the process.\n\n**\"Let's begin.\"**" }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "With his abnormally large fangs, immense pressure was a given in the beginning of the process. Naturally, due to her impervious nature, Yakaiyo wouldn't feel any of that. After that, a pleasure akin to pure euphoria followed. While a regular bite only incited a faint extent of the feeling, the process of transformation did so intensely and fully. By the middle of it, the woman would have felt very weak - having lost so much blood. Depending on her willpower and physique, she could even end up unconscious by the end of it. If not, she would be awake, yet quite fragile due to her body fighting the curse before embracing it and her mental having overdosed on euphoric feelings. During the time, Deel would have questioned for her name and location of work.\n\n```Quest completed.\nRewards:\nAttained racial modifier, vampirism - crimson strain.\n+4 Gold, if she decides to loot.\n+7 UP.```" } ]

[ { "author": "Thaddeus the Outsider", "message": "Thaddeus reached the edges of Silnaria. Initially, when he began the trip, he imagined he would circle back around via Prasia. Now, it seemed unlikely he would find Lucien in any random tavern. With a return route now useless, he considered taking Bottle of Rivers' advice literally, and setting sail to the League. The Macen quickly disregarded the idea, even if he Steppe Elf was headed to - or already in - the Isles. He could not afford the trip there, nor the risk, if he planned to travel to Elsewhere. Alternatively, he could head back the way he'd come, and mark this delivery as the first time he's missed a parcel. With the deadline almost up, Thaddeus thought he could make it back to his Courier's Guild in time to give the delivery to some other poor man, though half of his deliveries for the week would be considered forfeit.\n\nHe considered these options for some time as he sat in his camp. Thaddeus kept his hands busy by maintaining his chisel and runewright equipment. To his left was a shelter, fashioned out of the large fallen debris of the tree cover above. The log which he'd rested his head on made a difficult pillow. After a few more minutes of contemplation, the colonist settled on his answer. He packed camp, and began the trek to the nearest Elven settlement to the west, with Ulnoor en route.\n\nThe environment was rather wet, but not humid. The runoff of silt from nearby farmland meant the flat lands were jade-colored in the fertile seasons. It's a miracle the area wasn't already being used for farmland. Perhaps the land deed hadn't been used, or the people here were just too poor to purchase it. On Thaddeus' shoulder was slung a leather bag, only the heavy parcel placed in it. On his back was his pack, filled with provisions half-spent. After adjusting the strapping of everything to his comfort, Thaddeus walked out of the wood and into the large clearing, only a few yards from the weathered road." }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "As Thaddeus left the forest, a man trod steadily forth on his mount. The dark cloak, the black horse. The curved blade hanging by the side, as well as the general visage of them - perhaps he had finally found **Him**. Maybe luck had been on his side, or was it fate that had them meet? The animal halted with a courageous neigh, being ordered so by its reins. On top of it, a man - no, an elf, inspected the courier with a thorough up and down. His irises merged perfectly with the nightly shadows. From that distance, Thaddeus could only discern a sharp jawline and messy hair. A nerve-racking stare, akin to a hawk's, reached from the passerby's position. Moments later the faint breeze carried a sweet scent to the other's nose, lavender its flavor.\n\nThe stranger pulled the lead to his side. A second later the horse turned, giving him better view of the macen across. His hand already gripped the sheathed weapon, which's unnatural scabbard perhaps raised some questions. It connected to the guard of what seemed to be an odachi with surprisingly smoothly, as if two living beings clasped their hands together. His stance was a clear warning of his alert being. When he didn't move, he blended with the scenery. The cobblestone underneath them felt like an extension of his roots, the trees around them like his homeland. Whoever this person was, they seemed adept in fading in. Finally, the elf spoke. His tone was soft albeit stern.\n\n*\"Is there anything I can help you with? You seem to have an interest in me, judging by the stare.\"*" }, { "author": "Thaddeus the Outsider", "message": "As the Steppe elf approached on horseback, Thaddeus stood towered over by the horse and rider. The courier examined the man, and let out an audible sigh of relief from his chest. Thaddeus reached to untie his pouch which hung at his hip, but didn't reach in. Instead, he stayed with an upright, calm posture.\n\n\"Lucien D'arcy, is that your name?\" Being from a colony, his voice was completely foreign and almost unidentifiable of origin, though the Continental language and accent forced certain familiar intonations and inflections on his communication. Thaddeus asked for his identity, but it seems he thought he knew the elf's answer already. Approaching the rider, the satchel's top was opened and the heavy parcel was retrieved. \n\n\"A package for you, sir. *A Bottle of Rivers sends its regards,*\" He stated from memory. He reached upwards and raised the a hand with the package." }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "As soon as his name was pronounced, Lucien arched a brow. A jerk of his hand slid a part of his weapon outside of its cover, the blade shrieking with the motion. Judging by the spike in his reaction upon the name being mentioned, Thaddeus could only assume he wasn't the only to have sought the elf out. Yet as he revealed the code and provided an explanation to his actions, the swordsman relaxed.\n\nHe inspected the other properly, remaining paused for a few seconds. He reached down after and accepted the delivery. Throughout the whole time his eyes were set on the other, in silence, like a predator watching its prey. Without checking it he slid it in the large pack hanging by his mount's side.\n\nFrom up close, his flawless skin was clearer to see. Most of his apparel still hid behind the cloak, although lengthy boots and parts of gambeson pushed against the stirrups.\n\n*\"How did you know?\"* He asked without clarification." }, { "author": "Thaddeus the Outsider", "message": "Thaddeus glared back at the fair-skinned Elf. It may have been a certain arch of his eyebrow or a tilt of his head, or just obvious given the context - but it seemed a wordless challenge to the predatory gaze the man gave. \"I was given directions and a physical description.\" It was a question he'd been asked once already, as he'd come across another previously recipient purely by chance. The colonist's black-eyed stare never broke eye contact, keeping up the straight and proud stature the Macen had kept during the entire conversation. \n\nFrom his apparel, it seemed the Outsider was not a man of riches, nor a sword. His garments were stained with dirt, and were of muted greens and earthen browns. There was no sheath for a blade, and instead a knife was carried around his chest, with leather weaved around his shoulders and midsection to keep it's scabbard secure. The sack which he carried on his back was stained in similar fashion to the rest of his garments, and the way it barely swung as he walked suggested it was of great weight.\n\n\"If you could sign this, sir,\" He stated with a parchment table outstretched with quill. He seemed to completely disregard the Elf's surprise; he knew not the weight which the phrase carried." }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "The elf maintained his glare. Although its presence was imposing, no direct hostility was implied by his demeanor. He remained as blank once the other replied, despite having avoided or misunderstood his question. Lucien's jaw tightened as the other offered the papers for him to sign. Empowered by the full moon, the intense competition between the two was only broken by the buzzing of locusts. The swordsman did not react to his request, instead pausing for another few moments. Once he made sure Thaddeus did not intend to answer with anything additionally, he acted.\n\n**Swoosh!**\nWith monumental speed, the client had swung his odachi out of its sheath and held it near the courier's neck. Its side reflected the moonlight majestically, ringing quietly as it cut the breeze passing through it. The macen, gifted some in magic and more with weaponry, could sense an unusual aura fleeing the weapon. Despite appearing like a thin sword, perhaps there was more to it than the eye could see. His eyes glared in a violet glow, one that revealed his resolve.\n\n*\"I'm in no mood for witty jests.\"* He retorted in a grim tone. *\"I asked - how did you know? Do you even realize what you just told me? Why did you utter those words, only to act confused when I question you about them?\"* Lucien fired question after question, doing so with great precaution." } ]

[ { "author": "Thaddeus the Outsider", "message": "The blade flew swiped through the air and reached the start of Thaddeus' neck. In that moment, the chemicals of fight or flight should have engaged within the short time it was drawn. Thaddeus did not react. In the time he had to consider his answer, he concluded there was nothing holding the courier from letting go of his grasp on this life. The Macen looked at the strange, cold steel with a pair of equally cold eyes. \n\n\"I asked about you from a tavern in Salvainia. The Loran there told me to tell you that if I found you. For my own protection, I thought..\" Thaddeus looked down at the blade which had flown to his neck seconds earlier. \"I *Am* A licensed courier, you know.\" The manner in which he explained away was dead-pan and dry. It was a change from his initial cordial-yet-stony intonation, but manners tend to change whenever his life was at stake. \n\n\"I know not the significance of the phrase, sir.\" The Macen slowly lifted his hands to show he had no weaponry on him, attempting to calm the rider. Truthfully, he'd planned to give his life up *Here* And retaliate were the situation to escalate. He didn't expect to survive if he did so (as he surely wouldn't). All this thinking of attacking and surviving began to represent itself.. On his skin? \n\nGlyphs and runic symbols imprinted on his skin (previously invisible even in the bright moonlight) began to emit a very gentle, arcane glow. Though just barely visible to the naked eye, it was no party trick. The tattoos rapped all around his body, following different patterns and densities from region to region. Some seemed to be of completely different origin, and some seemed wildly foreign to the continent. Because Lucien was adept in all things arcane, it was also easy to see that Thaddeus' runes were very weak." }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "Lucien noted the controlled reaction of the man. He was impressed - the other didn't retreat or attack him despite the imminent threat. The tempered gaze of the other in response to his weapon - Thaddeus was a man who did not fear death the way others did, the vampire concluded. As the macen provided his explanation, the elf arched a brow. *\"Bottleriver did that, hm...\"* He muttered to himself quietly. The elf dragged his weapon a bit away from the man's throat, yet still kept it close enough to threaten him.\n\nWith his piercing eyes, he tried to discern any deceit from the courier. At the sudden appearance of runes on Thaddeus, Lucien's eyelids twitched. A faint glow of purple, shaped like a burning flame out of a penumbra, fueled the rider's eyes. The night could not hide the magical drawings on the man from the enhanced sight of the cursed. While the swordsman failed to understand the meaning behind the tattoos, he assumed they were a sign of great potential. After a few moments of careful observation, he concluded that the other was innocent.\n\nAnother ring of steel followed, this time from his odachi sliding back in its sheathe. A clap caused by his guard hitting the scabbard killed the tension in the air. Lucien sighed and cleared his throat. *\"Apologies. I am a man with many enemies. If I plan to live another day, I have to treat any stranger with great caution.\"* He donned a smile out of obligation and tapped the side of his turbulent mount with his stirrup. The horse neighed and approached Thaddeus. The elf knew not why he was doing what he was about to, yet he trusted the intuition that had gotten him this far. His hand reached out towards the macen.\n_ _\n\n*\"Accept my offer and get on my mount if you wish to explore yourself. You are different, I can tell, and if my loyal companion decided to trust you with the phrase - he must have seen it too. The path I'm on is full of many troubles, which is why I need players on my side. I can help you learn about yourself, namely that ability on your body. Do not take personal offense to this, but your control of it seems as sloppy as a toddler's over its legs.\"* He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in while observing the other straight in the eyes. *\"Will you trust me, blindly, or will you scare away? Take my hand and get on, if it's the former. I'll sign those papers once we're in a city.\"*" }, { "author": "Thaddeus the Outsider", "message": "\"I will not trust you blindly,\" Thaddeus stated as a forthright clause. To be truthful, the Macen saw the Elf in the light of a possible means to an end. A man with riches could get a friend to *Any* Place, be it location or social rank. \"I will walk with you, as it seems you already are not travelling quickly,\" Citing the slow speed at which the Steppe elf approached the area. \"Once light breaks - if you should take that long - I would expect you to speed your canter.\" To Thaddeus, Lucien was only a client who was particularly difficult to find. Knowing not of the Horse Master's previous experiences, Lucien seemed rather unhinged and sporadic. Though his nature was to be independent, perhaps this instance could be seen as warranted through Lucien's perspective. \n\nAs he stated these sentences with the utmost pragmatic expression, he reached his hand back to his pouch and placed the quill and paper into their respective slots. He also took this time to roll his muted brown trousers to halfway up the shins. Only minutes earlier, Thaddeus had planned to take a trip across 3 nations and to Salvainia - a three day trip at most. \n\n\"Which city will you be stopping at, D'arcy? I will have you sign it there.\" He never answered Lucien's question, but not out of indecisiveness. Thaddeus seemed confident and proud thus far, and it was unlikely he had the character of dubiety in his choices." }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "Lucien paused while the other explained his view. He did not interrupt, taking in the full explanation. Once the other finished and asked him his question, he pulled the reins on his mount. The elf straightened his back and responded in his stern tone again. *\"I will lead a nation one day. That is all you need to know about me. I will go through any step necessary to drag myself and those around me up to the circles of nobility and leadership, all to build a nation in the way that'd be prosperous and true. Before doing so, however, I have a few personal quarrels to settle.\"* He had his mount slowly move forth, the dark stallion having as intense of a glare as his rider's.\n\n*\"I admit, you have the potential to be great. But talented folk are not so hard to find. In the meantime, dedicated ones are. If you do not believe in me now, I doubt any future decision to join will be made out of good will. It would be out of greed or similar motivations. Such people will give up on me at the first obstacle met, which there will be plenty of. I seek **Honesty**, for I am building a **Family**. Perhaps that is a concept you haven't seen much of in our dire world and thus you can not comprehend it.\"* He raised a hand and placed it on his chest. The vampire's brows were furrowed, him clearly upset. *\"I feel empathy for you, courier, but that is all I can do. If you do not wish to offer a selfless dedication to the goal I shared with you, I will simply sign your papers here - and we'll be done with it.\"*\n\nDuring the man's speech, his tone was different from before. Unlike the frigid passivity of it before, a burning passion tempered with concrete will oozed from his speech. Similarly, his eyes glowed without magic affecting them, as if they stared towards the light at the end of the tunnel. A final look towards the macen awaited his final decision and action." } ]

[ { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The Treton dragged her claws across the stone bricks, slowly moving towards the cowering elf. She licks her lips menacingly, and then a serious expression takes over her face.*\n\n*Footsteps behind her. Fast. A fighter? They seemed confident in their combat abilities.*\n\n*Yakaiyo waited for the figure to get close, then brought up her left leg and shot it up towards the fighter's gut as he moved towards her.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*As Horace flies towards the figure, he spots some movement. Her leg moving out from under her coat and lunging at his stomach. Thankfully the elf was alot quicker, Grabbing her ankle and pushing her leg to the right.*\n\n*This would hopefully knock the girl off balance somewhat and leave her open. The elf uses this openess to reach for her face. Grabbing it and pushing her to the floor, using his weight and momentum from the sprint.*\n\"Stay down.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*Ah, so he was fast. Soon she found herself turned onto her back and her head being pushed to the ground. Not that she felt it.*\n\n*Through her assailant's fingers, she could see a hood and a mask. For some reason, it seemed familiar...*\n\n*....Maybe she wouldn't kill him for his mistake. Maybe only some small, though painful wounds.*\n\n*Yakaiyo's right hand gripped onto the man's wrist while her left swung at his face with her claws, but not as an attack, but as a distraction. Her right leg flew up and impacted the elf right in between the legs.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Would Horace notice this" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*As the two collapse to the floor, Horace holds firm on Yakaiyo's face. Keeping her against the floor as a temporary hold. Though there were lots of weak points here, one being her arms were still free. However once again, Horace was too quick for the girl.*\n\n*Seeing the claws fly towards him, he counters by reaching over and gripping her forearm, forcing it to the ground with ease. However, the elf soon freezes in place as he feels something connect below.*\n\n*It'd been awhile since he took a hit... He was never really geared towards endurance... The elf lets out a silent whimper, his face frozen in pain behind his mask. All the pressure on Yakaiyo seems to disappear as the elf slides off her. Landing to the right on the cold floor, gripping his crotch.*\n***PAINED SILENCE***" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*As she felt the grip on her face falter, Yakaiyo stands herself up, looking at the fallen elf. He was strong, but he left himself open. A truly costly mistake. The Treton lets out a small chuckle, turning to the once hopeful elf.*\n\n\"Looks like your knight in shining armor just got knocked down. Shame.\"\n\n*As much as she would enjoy toying with her victim, she had to make it quick. The blow wouldn't keep him down forever. Her hand brushes the golden hair of the elf behind her sharp ear, in an almost caressing manner. Then violently, it shifts to grab her hair and slams it into the treton's knee, again and again. The sound of the impact echoes through the dark alleyway, until the elf's face is nothing but s bloody mess. Yakaiyo's knee isn't in the best shape either, but it's not like she cares.*\n\n*Turning to the fallen figure, Yakaiyo lifts her foot and steps on the side of his head.*\n\n\"Now, who exactly are you?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*As much as it pained him to say for the other elf, he wasn't getting up anytime soon. Horace would lay there, just attempting to endure his pain... And eventually he gets through the worst of it. It was already over though, the other person's defiled body laying in a puddle of blood and rain...*\n\n*He attempt's to get up, but is soon met with Yakaiyo's foot against his head. Listening to her speak... He hadn't noticed before due to the pain, but she sounded familiar... It takes him a bit to work up some words, but he eventually spits something out.*\n\n\"I-it depends... Who's asking...?\"\n\n*He wanted to laugh at his bit of self amusement, but this situation hardly allowed him. He reaches up, attempting to grab the Trenton's ankle again.*\n\n\"Say... You s-sound awfully familiar...\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*An eyebrow was raised. This was confusing, she's definitely heard this voice before. And apparently she did as well...*\n\n*Yakaiyo hadn't met many people during her time as an outcast. She remembered that blind girl, the stupid titan, that one generic sword wielding Macen, and of course, Pyetra. Who else was there...*\n\n*Yakaiyo moves her foot to try and expose the hooded figure's face, and she kneels to take a closer look.*\n\n\"Oh. That's who. I was wondering why you sounded so familiar.\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "That one generic sword wielding Macen \nWho XD" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace seems to get a little breathing room soon enough as the figure moves their foot. Kneeling down to him and seemingly examining his masked face... As she does, he gets a chance to look back at her. And to his surprise...*\n\n\"Yakaiyo...? What-...\"\n\n*He pauses for a moment, eventually attempting to tear himself from the floor. He lays back a bit, resting against the wall and staring for a moment...*\n\n*He reaches up, fidgeting with his mask before removing it and setting it on his leg. It was definitely Horace... But... Was that really Yakaiyo...? He stares at her for a moment, a confused and wondering expression on his face.*\n\n\"What *Happened* To you...? You look terrible!\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Oh Horace, please. There's no way I look that-\"\n\n*The treton takes a glance at the nearby wet cobbles, enough water collecting in them to provide a reflective surface. It seems that the elf wasn't exaggerating; she looked far different that what she had months prior. The Treton couldn't remember when was the last time she had taken a look at herself; her hair was ruffled, her expression one of apathy, all color in the eyes no longer vibrant, but almost painted over. Blood splatters, hollow cheeks, dark spots, it was all there. She grimaces, turning back towards the thief.*\n\n\"Well, it seems that I haven't been taking care of myself recently. How have you been doing?\"\n\n*A tired grin forms on Yakaiyo's face as she slides down the wall, sitting down next to the blond corpse.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would grimace back as she does, half out of sympathy and half out of the remaining pain. He sighs, glancing at the corpse... Can she really just start a conversation after killing someone like that...? He wondered if this was new or if she was always like this...*\n\n*He sighs lightly, planting his head in his hand for a moment before turning back to Yakaiyo.*\n\"Well... I suppose i've been alright... Care to tell me what the hell *That* Is all about?\"\n\n*He says, looking at the corpse beside her.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "This rp is going surprisingly well" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Hm? Ah, that's right! You didn't know! You could say that I've been 'purging' the world of these bastards. They're evil, all of them. I have to be careful though, otherwise I might get folks like you.\"\n\n\"At first, it started out as self defense to try and get away. They attacked, I killed. Eventually, I decided to start hunting them back.*\n\n*The vampire extends her claws, flexing and inspecting them.*\n\n\"Don't worry, you're alright.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would stare with a blank expression for a solid minute... Just looking at Yakaiyo and processing what she just told him. He wanted to say something... He wanted to tell her she was insane... But... Something else in him told him to say nothing, so that's what he did.*\n\n*He looks at the bodies before shaking his head...*\n\n\"So... Did you know them or is it just... Revenge on elves, like that crazy incident awhile ago with the genocide...\"\n\n*God, the sight of them... If he hadn't seen so many mutilated corpses before, he'd probably be on his knees vomiting right now...*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*Horace seemed surprised. Of course, anyone would be after someone they knew radically changed into a deranged serial killer. The claws disappear back into her hand, the Treton smiling weakly.*\n\n\"No, I don't know them. I wish I did. Then I could see the terror I their faces as I remind them of what they did. That I cannot forgive them for. It's just the same old genocide.\"\n\n\"I know, I'm crazy. Insane. Deranged. I lost my sanity a long time ago.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace sighs, resting his chin in his hand and looking at Yakaiyo... What in the hell happened to her...? He couldn't tell who to feel worse for. The elves who just got massacred, or the woman who sat in front of her...*\n\n*Though no matter who he gave his sympathies too, the reality was it was already over... They were dead and she was alive, nothing he could do about it... Except maybe prevent anymore deaths.*\n\n*He pauses for a moment, eventually standing and extending a hand to Yakaiyo.*\n\"Well... You may be insane, but you're still a person... Let's get you out of the rain and cleaned up... You look terrible, but a bath and a nice rest should help you a bit...\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*As the treton accepts the thief's hand, she lets out a small laugh.*\n\n\"Still a person? They see me as a monster, Horace. So that is what I will be to them. A monster. I can't stop-no, I *Won't* Stop killing. It's the only thing that even brings satisfaction in my life, and even that is dwindling.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo realized that she was... Addicted to killing. But she would embrace it. Discard any resistance, as it would inhibit her. It would get her caught. And she had to follow through her eternal mission.*\n\n\"And where exactly would we go? I'm wanted everywhere in Silnaria, remember?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Yakaiyo...\"\n*God this poor woman... What had this world done to her...? He sighs, letting her hand go and glancing around. Ignoring all the murderous insanity, she was right, there wasn't really anywhere for them to go...*\n\n*The elf thinks for a moment... Only three solutions popping into his mind. One, sneak into or silently murder their way through an Inn. Make a camp somewhere else for the night. Or find some randoms house and take it for the night, leave them in the basement or something... None of these were good idea's though... Dammit, why did she have to do all this?*\n\n*He sighs, looking back to the trenton.*\n\"I know you wont stop killing... But at least take care of yourself... You're broken, and i don't know how to fix this, i don't think anyone can... Just try not to break yourself anymore, alright?\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Idk where this is even going lmao" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Take care of myself? Horace, if I died right here, my only regret would be not killing enough. Not enough to avenge them. This world has tormented me enough; I feel it no longer.\"\n\n*The treton almost gracefully strolls out of the alleyway, looking back and forth to possibly find a spot to take cover.*\n\n\"You should know how to pick locks right? You're a thief and all. There's several shops here that are locked.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Really...?\"\n*He sighs, watching as she strolls away, speaking her deranged words. It seemed she didn't even care for herself, and the elf wasn't getting though to her... Then again, who said he even should.*\n\n*It was at this point Horace faced three options of what to do from here. 1, the easiest answer, just straight up leave. 2, enable her rampage and help her like this... Though it puts a bounty on him as well if anyone ever found out. And the 3rd option... Horace didn't want to, but it was another solution. End the trenton himself, with his own hands...*\n\n*He remains silent, resting in the alleyway and looking at Yakaiyo. Debating the pros and con's of everything he'd thought of.*\n\"I do... Well, no rest for the wicked is there...\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"We can hide for the night in this shop. I can't pick locks, so you'll have to if you want.\"\n\n*Horace can see Yakaiyo leaning down and inspecting a metal lock. Way too loud to break any part of the wooden door, which might alert others.*\n\n\"You know how they say 'fight till you drop?' Well, I just don't drop.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo hadn't even thought of the possibility of Horace backstabbing her. To her, he was trustworthy. Which was odd, considering he was a criminal... But he was in no way malicious. She had finally found another companion, one that wasn't as vulnerable to the law as Pyetra was. She really should check up on her soon...*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Hm...\"\n*Horace would continue to only stand there and think for awhile. Though soon, the chill of the rain catches up to him and suddenly helping seems the easier choice.*\n\n*The elf sighs lightly, walking over as Yakaiyo continues to talk. He places a hand on her shoulder, kneeling down as well.*\n\"Good to know i guess... Move over, let me have a look...\"\n\n*Assuming the trenton does shift aside, Horace kneels before the door. He inspects the lock for a moment before smiling lightly.*\n\"Easy... Give me a second. Oh... You don't mind if i raid the store by the way, do you?\"\n\n*The elf says, reaching under his cloak and to his waist. He digs around for something before pulling out a small case. Opening it and revealing several tools, most incredibly worn and seemingly like they'd break at any moment.*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The serial killer does indeed shift aside, letting the thief work on his craft.*\n\n\"Oh, please do. Loot anything and everything, if you want.\"\n\n*The treton blinks as Horace places a hand on her shoulder, then smiles. Someone she could trust. Converse with.*\n\n\"Sure those tools won't break?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Heh... Well, not really... I've had these for awhile, i imagine they wont last much longer. Though when it does break, i'll be screwed in the moment eh?\"\n\n*Horace says, beginning to work the lock and soon undoing it. He tosses the metal to the side, clanging against the stone floor. He begins to put away his tools before silently opening the door.*\n\"Wonder what's in here anyways...\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "I forgot for a solid minute if silent still existed or not\n\nBut Horace doesn't even have it for some reason" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*Entering the door would reveal a __lot__ of various trinkets and supplies. Most of which were completely useless to the two.*\n\n*Yakaiyo kneels down, looking through the loot. She ends up finding what seems like another set of lock picking tools. Quite interesting for a merchant to have.*\n\n\"Hey Horace, might want this to replace the old one.\"\n\n*With both hands, she hands him the small package.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would enter the building, looking around with a small smile on his face. It'd been awhile since he took the time to rob a store like this. Too busy with the Sugar gang and such lately... Though, as he looks around, his smile turns to a look of disappointment.*\n\"It's all junk... Well then...\"\n\n*The elf sighs, not exactly happy with their choice of business, but it was whatever. As long as he was out of the rain... The elf would undress a bit, taking off his shoes, socks a cloak. Seemingly the more wet parts of his wardrobe. Gotta let them dry before he catches cold.*\n\n*As he does however, Yakaiyo calls him. The elf turns to her with a slightly confused look before glancing at her hand. He pauses for a moment before smiling.*\n\"Oh! Thanks... Guess it's goodluck we came here after all huh?\" \n\n*He says, reaching over and gently taking it from her hands. He examines it for a moment, his smile growing.*\n\"Thank you... Really. Now... Let's see if we can get some use out of this. Im sure theres some chest around here with this place's earnings...\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Indeed it is.\"\n\n*The treton's soaked robes didn't seem to bother her. After all, she __was__ a treton. Yakaiyo would simply look for a more comfortable place to rest; she had no desire for money or goods.*\n\n\"I just want you to know Horace. It doesn't matter if I die. I'm not the woman I was long ago; she's gone. All that's left is vengeance and hate. But I do appreciate you caring.\"\n\n*The killer rips off several sheets of fabric, layering them to create a large, makeshift mattress.*\n\n\"We can sleep here for the night.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would look back to Yakaiyo, any bit of a happiness draining from his face. He looks her in the eyes before looking down to the floor, pocketing her gift.*\n\"I wish you wouldn't say things like that... But i guess i have no say in how you think... Just know if you ever need anything, don't be afraid to ask. Alright?\"\n\n*He nods lightly as she begins to make her own bed. A place like this wasn't the worst to sleep in...*\n\"Alright...\"\n\n*He glances at his damp clothes, grimacing a bit. Usually he was fine with just his cloak and such but... That wasn't an option tonight was it? He looks around, debating if he should just lay on the floor or not. Whatever... Let's just have a look at that chest and see if this night will brighten a bit.*\n\n*The elf would take a candle off one of the shelves, lighting it with a set of matches next to it. He would look around, eventually finding the counter and moving behind it. He grins slightly as he does.*\n\"Here we are. Should be an easy pick as well.\"\n\n*The elf says, pulling out an old chest with a lock on it. He sits, taking out the set and withing a minute, opens the chest. As he does however, his face grows back to disappointment.*\n\"Gah! Empty...!\"\n*He sighs, running his hand over his face. He should just quit while he's ahead and sleep on the floor.*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Maybe it I ever get caught, you can break me out.\"\n\n*The treton smiles at the thought. She throws herself onto the mattress, her black silk robes drying quickly.*\n\n*Horace seemed to be looking for something. Was it money? Supplies? In the end, it was empty. Shame. Yakaiyo scoots to the side of the makeshift bed, letting her arms fall to the side of her.*\n\n\"Hey, it's big enough for the both of us. I don't mind. Unless you're scared.\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Well time for cursed" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would sigh, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling. He held a slightly annoyed expression, staring up at the dark ceiling. A moment of frustrated silence ensues as the elf lays there. Something felt off today... Like he couldn't catch a break... He always seemed to feel this way when it rained.*\n\n*The silence is eventually broken however, as the Trenton speaks again. Horace turns his head, his annoyed expression turning to confusion, then slight embarrassment.*\n\n\"Uh... Are you serious...? Well, if you say it like that, i *Can't* Decline can i...?\"\n\n*The elf sighs, standing up and walking over to the Trenton. He takes a seat before laying down next to her, a faint blush on his cheeks.*\n\"Well... Here we are i guess... Why does it feel like every time we see each other, something just makes it a little too awkward?\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Heh. Well the first time was when I was still somewhat sane, or at least trying to retain my sanity. We don't talk about the second.\"\n\n*Closing her eyes, Yakaiyo moves closer to Horace, snuggling against him, breathing softly.*\n\n\"You know, it's been a while since I've had contact like this.\"\n\n*Unlike the elf, the treton's face didn't change at all. She was numb to embarrassment unlike Horace; to a lot of other feelings as well.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"You did seem alot more conflicted when we first met... Now you're just calm as ever...\"\n*Immediately looks away, coughing into his hand at the mention of their second meeting.*\n\"Y-yeah...\"\n\n*Though Horace is soon taken by surprise as Yakaiyo comes in close. Snuggling into his chest and causing him to blush greatly. He has no idea what to do for a few seconds, but he eventually calms.*\n\"You're really a weird one Yakaiyo... I don't know how you can be comfortable like this...\"\n\n*The elf says, gently wrapping his arm around Yakaiyo. Petting her dirty black hair calmingly, not like she could feel it though.* \n\"I... Don't know why you became like this... But... Im glad you're still here. I wish you could of been happy, with your family... But life doesn't have time for our happy wishes does it?\"\n*The thief finds himself chuckling lightly at his own thought. He'd lay there, only wondering about what could of been... Foolish dreams and sad realities...*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"I guess I got used to it.\"\n\n*The treton hums as Horace pats her hair. It seems like despite her condition, she's able to feel it. It felt just like the old days...*\n\n*Family.*\n\n*That single word awoke Yakaiyo, her eyes shooting open. Memories flash back as she remembers her family; her husband, Hakaze, and her two children, Nodako and Asake. Growing older, showing great potential, their destinies cut short by-*\n\n*No, not again. Yakaiyo shakes her head, desperately trying to free herself from the tormenting memory. The memory fades, but the fleeting flashback's effect remains. Yakaiyo buries her face in her hands, and Horace can hear sobs. It's the first time she's cried in... What, months? How many months has it been?*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Guess homework can fuck off" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace rested on the mattress, completely oblivious to Yakaiyo's internal shock. His arms cuddling the trenton as he begins to fall asleep. His eye lids growing heavy, soon closing and ready for bed...*\n\n*But it seemed Horace wouldn't get the chance as he hears something. Crying...? Coming from his chest...? The elf sleepily opens his eyes, looking down at the girl within his arms. Gentle tears rolling down the trenton's worn cheeks, staining the mattress beneath them.*\n\n*Horace's eyes widen, quickly sitting up and looking at Yakaiyo.*\n\n\"Y-yakaiyo!? Are you okay, what happened?\"\n\n*Horace stares down at her for a moment, not really knowing what was happening... But then it hits him. God he was such an idiot! He really had to bring up her family like that!? He was just so tired, it completely slipped his mind...*\n\"Oh god Yakaiyo... Im so sorry, i didn't mean to-...\"\n\n*The elf says, putting a hand on the back of his head unsurely. What should he do!? Comfort her? Apologize more? Leave!? Horace wasn't ready to be in a situation like this, he had just slipped off to sleep a second ago...!*" } ]

[ { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu would eye her companion, taking note of his physique and gear. It would appear the canifor would not hold her back at least.*\n\n*She would wait patiently for the canifor to sniff out the enemies positions. It was a unique experience for her, to be patient. In the past she would reckless charge into combat for the thrill of it, but after becoming a mother she had learned to be more cautious with her life. She was now living for two after all*\n\n\"Give the que and I'll follow almighty leader~\" *She would tease, wanting to play the role of follower this time around. It would probably be more efficient to have the mutt lead her in anyway, but knew better than to say such a thing out loud*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "```Actions:\nHide\n```" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Ashnard, using his excellent detection skills is able to easily sniff - and spot - three lightly armored and armed figures leaving an open gatehouse, even in the dark of night. One has a torch, placed in the front of the group, his weapons sheathed. Two other guards flank either side of the gate house, with torches in sconces on the wall illuminating it. From this distance Ashnard can gauge that the foliage will cover them up to six tiles away from the castle itself. The pathway, is two tiles in front of them, and it will take a bit of time for the guards walking down the pathway to reach their position." }, { "author": "Ashnard", "message": "He grumbled, throwing an irate glance at Mizu's teasing tone but refraining from further comments. Ashnard prowled closer to the gatehouse under the cover of darkness and foliage, up until the latter was no longer available. \n\nHe signalled a halt, his gaze assessing the pair of guards on either side of the gate. Silnari, no doubt, but which variant? Dark ones would certainly prove more of an issue than Lothians in the dark of night. *\"They live... For now,\"* He whispered, sharp as a hiss. *\"Best infiltrate from above and work our way from there.\"*\n\nThen, his eyes darkened, followed by his form. He stalked past the foliage, avoiding direct line of sight from the guards to sneak into the side of the building. His paws made naught a sound upon the ground, not unlike a predator on the hunt preparing to pounce if things turned south. Time was short- but hopefully enough to reach his goal.\n\n```\nSkills used\nHide\nUmbral vampire Blur```" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu would giggle, amused by the canifor's irritation. She was worried he would show no response. That wouldn't be fun at all. Mizu would follow his footsteps with a similar demeaner. She was familiar with the role of a predator.*\n\n\"Aye aye captain~\" *And she would follow suit. Even if things took a turn for the worse, she would simply have fun in the chaos that ensued. Killing them all, or not, she didn't really care. All she desired was the thrill of battle*\n\n```\nSkills used\nHide\nDefense\n```" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The brush parts around him as he slowly makes his way to the edge of the forest and into the clearing. Inching closer to the castle wall, he easily recognizes its made of stone. Some of the bricks are slightly out of place - creating some small ledges and indents, the wall is also significantly thicker at the base - slowly tapering as it gets to the top of the wall. His sensitive hearing and smelling allows him to hear - and smell - the footsteps of a single individual on the wall walkway above. On the other hand, it will take a bit to fully circle around the castle itself, especially if it he is going opposite of the castle wall. \n\nMizu however, careless in her action - or perhaps intending to start a fight - walks out boldly into the opening after him. Not only that, but she fails to notice a stick - which snaps loudly underfoot as she follows the canifor. Atop the wall the guard looks over, noticing her white kimono, which reflects much of the moon light, and yells loudly back into the keep; \"INTRUDER! CLOSE THE GATE! I REPEAT! INTRUDER!\" He summons a ball of blue light in his hand, leaning further over the wall before hurling it in her direction - it flies through the air, straight at her. Meanwhile, from the watch tower on the castle several arrows fly through the air - though fortunately for her, the arrows pelt into the ground around her rather then into her. When she tries to dodge out of the way of the bolt however, it still manages to strike her dead center...\n\n```Guard 1 - Racial Ability (1/3) \"Arcane Bolt\" (unavoidable 4 damage)```" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu would let out an impressed whistle. She knew she wasn't as good at sneaking around as she used to be, but she didn't think she had gotten this rusty. She made a mental note to acquire more stealth appropriate clothing in the future.*\n\n\"Well, looks like they already found me. Ah well, let's have some fun~\"\n\n*She would dash toward the gate, taking as much of a defense stance as she can while doing so. It would be no good if she got shot dead before reaching the gate after all. She hoped her speed would get her there in time*\n```\nActions taken:\nDefensive Stance\nDash\nDefend Action\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "Ashnard", "message": "*\"Fool..\"* Ashnard snarled under his breath, hearing the uproar that followed Mizu's exposure. Though for what it's worth... It was a useful enough distraction to let him climb the wall with relative ease. Sharp claws helped in that endeavour; latching with ease between stone crevices as he made his way from the side. \n\nUpon reaching the top, he'd notice one of the guards standing right at its edge, trying to shoot down at his companion. Too free of an opportunity to pass up, really. Quiet as a shadow, he flanked the silnari guard, then aimed a focused palm strike right at his centre of mass from the back; if the sheer impact alone wasn't lethal, the force to shove him off the tower and onto the guards closing in on Mizu would be. Not to mention the chaos that might cause when the enemies would realise the woman wasn't alone.\n\n```Actions: Unarmed strike - Sneak attack - Push play```" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Mizu deftly avoids another volley of arrows that pepper her previous location as she runs towards the gate house. Her speed enables her to narrowly avoid the Arcane Blast, which only manages to singe her clothing. She manages to reach the gate-house, which has already mostly closed. The portcullis seems to be made of steel, which complicates entering the court house through this route. She does manage to take the two guards by surprise - but she can hear the three other guards running back towards the gatehouse. She'll be surrounded soon enough, by five enemies. The two guards she is currently facing are Tholian, meanwhile the three approaching from the rear are Lathian.\n\nAshnard would not have the same luck he had earlier with stealth. The sound of his claws scratching, chipping, and most importantly digging into the stone work would easily tip off the guard who was leaning over the wall. By the time ashnard had reached the top of the wall, the guard had already pivoted to face him, putting his shield up and drawing his short spear. This completely foiled his surprise attack. In a manner of speech \"Turning the tables\" And allowing for the guard to move to attack, thrusting his spear at Ashnard.\n\n\n\nGuard 4 to 6 - HP; (25), Defense; (17), Distance; (5 tiles)```" }, { "author": "Ashnard", "message": "*So much for a subtle approach,* He grunted to himself as the elven guard's weapon grazed him; far more irritating than it was painful. At least no more of them had yet noticed his presence- hopefully. And if he got rid of that one guard, it would most likely stay that way.\n\nHe retaliates to the spear thrust with a pivot on his right, using the momentum for a blazing sucker punch at the soldier's gut. He relied more on precision than force; aiming right between stomach and spleen to leave his target gasping for air and open up a deadlier blow that would come from a searing-hot blade on his tail, going for the neck. \n\n```\nHP: 44/45\nFocus: 7/8\nMana: 6/6\n\nDefence: 30\nMovement: None\n\nAttack 1: Roof Guard | 29 Hit | 14 dmg (fire) | No play\nAttack 2: Roof Guard | 18 Hit | 12 dmg (fire) | No play```" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu would hum a battle song of the Silnarian empire as she made her way into the gate with the intent of mocking them. As far as she recalled, the silnari were amusingly prideful, and humming a botched version of their empire while killing them seemed like a great way to get a rise from them.*\n\n*Taking advantage of her spears better reach, she would aim for the tendons of the nearest guard followed up by a quick thrust to the neck with her other spear on the other guard. Hopefully a swift kill for both. She would then hear many more were coming and would keep herself on her toes best she can. Weaving wherever she can with her footwork in hopes of throwing the incoming guards aim off*\n\n```\nHP: 65/65\nFocus: 10/10\nDefense: 17\nMovement: Made it up to gate, standing 10 ft away from the guards if possible\nAttack 1: Guard 1| 22 hit | 22 dmg (31 crit)| Cripple Play\nAttack 2: Guard 2| 22 hit | 15 (19 crit)| N/A\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Skillfully weaving his claw into the keyhole of the door, and twisting it just right until he hears the faintest clicking noise, he manages to open it. The door slowly opens to reveal a small room - an unlit fireplace rests on the wall to the right, on the far wall there is another door - though without lock. On the wall to the right, near to the corner between it and the wall with the entrance from outside, is another doorway. It does have a lock on it. The rest of the room has several crates and barrels, some of the barrels have been arranged around a large crate which seems to have been used for a table - a dagger sticks out of the wood on the crate, and a couple copper coins rest upon it. Beside that, and several candles mounted to the walls - this room has very little of interest.\n\nMizu underestimates her strength as she slams the blunt of her spear into the head of the guard infront of her, which causes the helmet to visibly and dramatically deform. The man can hardly grunt or scream in pain as he falls to the ground dead. She manages to deftly avoid the spear thrusts of the two other guards - using a weakness she spotted in the form of the guard to the right of her to stab his leg, causing him to grunt in pain - before throwing insults her way - mostly about how she's a whore, and that she'll die today, and the usual that angry soldiers generally sling towards women. Several arrows fly through the air and into the ground near to her, thankfully her deft movement has enabled her to avoid them... Beyond the portcullis, what looks to be two dozen or so guards have begun to assemble into a line formation. Assembling just behind the portcullis, it can be assumed that they're preparing to open the gate to confront Mizu directly. She guesses they'll be finished assembling in **Four** Turns. \n\n```Guard 1 - Dead!\nGuard 2 - 18/28\nGuard 3 - 28```" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"Hey, hey~ When I meant longer I was referring to quality, not quality. Geez...\"\n\n*Two dozen guards, all preparing to fight her. She didn't know if was suppose to feel honored or annoyed that the forts solution was to simply throw more meatbags at intruders. That said, she couldn't fault them for it cus she was now honestly contemplating leaving the fort. She had confidence in her strength, but 24 guards is a bit much, even for her...*\n\n*She would take a quick glance toward the gate and let out yet another disappointed sigh. She hoped she was at least serving as a good enough distraction for the canifor to gather the artifacts. Cus right now she was thinking their employer was a bit insane to think the two of them alone could clear out the castle*\n\n*But before planning for any of that, she had to finish the battle on hand. She would quickly swing the blunt end of her spear again toward the uninjured guard's groin and a quick thrust to the gut for the second guard. She would still try to use their bodies to shield her from the arrows best she can*\n\n```\nHP: 65/65\nFocus: 9/10\nDefense: 20\nMovement: Same movement as previously\nRiposte: Guard 3| 37 hit | (23 crit)|\nAttack 1: Guard 2| 43 hit | (35 crit)| Cripple\nAttack 2: Guard 3| 19 hit | 18 dmg (23 crit)| N/A\n```" }, { "author": "Ashnard", "message": "At first glance, the room Ashnard reached looked quite unassuming. Likely a storage room also used for sentries' rest in colder nights, the hound assumed, moving further into it and shutting the door behind him. A little reprieve from the din outside never hurt. \n\n*There might be something of importance here,* Ashnard muttered to himself and yanked the dagger free off the crate to search what's within. If nothing notable was found, he would rely on his nose for the remaining vessels before peeking through the first unlocked door to see where it leads. \n```\n44 HP\n7 Focus\n2 Blood Charges\nAction 1: Searching crates\nAction 2: Peek through unlocked door```" } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Mizu, seemingly pressed for time, decides to push herself far harder then usual - allowing her to quickly the dispatch the last two guards, sending them into the ground dead - and staining the packed dirt red. The arrows miss her - again, as expected. Having dispatched them so quickly the guards assembling on the opposite side of the gatehouse have yet to fully assemble, meaning she has at best thirty, maybe sixty seconds of time to plan out her next decision - and to enact it as well.\n\nAshnard spends several minutes popping off the tops of the barrels and crates. Within each he finds what looks to be well made bronze pieces, many resembling bones - uncannily, he even finds a skull that looks as if a perfect replication of the Macen Skull - with pearl white teeth included. Upon each piece a complex set of runes have been inscribed, though none seem active. All the pieces seem to have been made semi-recently, meaning it's unlikely they are to be what they were sent here to look for. With the crates and barrels checked, he pushes open the unlocked door to reveal a stairwell - leading upwards, presumably to the roof, and downwards. The stairwell is dark and dank with several arrow slits allowing the moonlight to beam through, and no one is in it." }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "\"Well then, guess it's time to take my leave~\" \n\n*She would say with giggle as she backed away from the gates and head toward the castle walls. If she were a skilled caster she might have been able to take care of those meager 24 guards with no issue, but alas, she had chosen to be a master of the spear. She was wise enough to know which battles were winnable or not.*\n\n*So instead she opted to focus on the task on hand and climb up the castle wall. She wasn't sure if the Canifor went up as well, but it seemed like the only way into the castle besides fighting through the horde of guards. She would reach the top and examine the area for any clues on where to head to next*" }, { "author": "Ashnard", "message": "\"Just what kind of twisted experiments are the Silnari up to *This* Time?\"\nAshnard muttered under his breath, letting a derisive scoff as he examined the menagerie of marked skulls. A macabre sight, really- even for him. \n\nWell, good thing the crates are made of wood. \n\nAshnard pressed his palm over a few on them and activated his flame runes infused via tattoos across his limbs. The effect would be a slow one, with fire eating away at wood and eventually spread out of control if left undisturbed. Certain to buy him some precious time by distracting the guards, as he hoped. Finally, he tossed a poison dart between the hearth and the decorative carpet. The flammable poison that leaked out of it would reach the fireplace after a few minutes for a finishing, *Explosive* Touch to welcome the guards putting it out. \n\nAshnard smirked on his handiwork and glancing at it a final time before heading down the stairway, into the castle's lower levels- using the darkness as his most useful ally. \n\n```44 HP\n7 Focus\n5 Mana\n2 Blood Charges\nAction 1: Flame rune touch on crates\nAction 2: Poison dark on the ground between fireplace and carpet\nMovement: Stairway downstairs```" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The guards watch as Mizu slips out of view, right of the gatehouse. They don't see her again until she's scaled the wall, standing upon the battlements. Once spotted, from her position, the shouting of men can be heard as orders are given. Being that most people left the wall to join the formation, she is safe for now. She finds herself between the gatehouse, and the tower. Her position enables the archers from atop the tower to begin firing at her - the arrows whistling past and clinking against the stonework. Many of the guards below can be seen scrambling to enter the first floor of the keep, so they can reach the second story.\n\nThe crate bursts into flame. The poison dart bounces off the stone floor, skidding for a bit. The flammable poison still seeps into the carpet - but unbeknownst to Ashnard, also leaks into the unlit hearth - dripping down the grate that leads to the first story hearth. As ashnard passes the thresh-hold between the room and the stairwell he hears a rumbling WOOSH as the liquid catches the embers in the first story hearth, bursting into flames and sending a strong flame upwards as it explodes upwards through the chimney. When he finishes descending the stairs he comes upon two doors - one locked, and the other without a lock. Through the unlocked door he can hear yelling - presumably guards - as they rush towards the door to the stairwell..." }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu would rush toward the tower, suspecting that it might be the location where the artifacts were stored. If not, well, she can take of the pesky archers that were there for the time being. At the very least she was serving as a distraction.*\n\n```\nHP: 65/65\nFocus: 9/10\nDefense: 29\nMovement: Dashing to the tower\nAction 1: Defend\nAction 2: Dash\n```" }, { "author": "Ashnard", "message": "Ashnard heard- and smelled of the volatile ignition having gone off sooner than he planned. Though for better or worse, it also reached much further than he had initially expected and gave him the impression these hearths were connected. It also meant the guards would hear it, however, and rush toward its likely source- toward *Him*.\n\nFollowing the stairway meant a certain encounter, so going for the locked door was the clear option. After unlocking it with his good ol' claw trick, that is. Hopefully time would be sufficient to lockpick, get in and close the door behind him so the rushing surge of guards wouldn't even think to come after him.\n\n```Lockpicking attempt```" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Mizu dashes across the length of the wall, masterfully avoiding all arrows slung her way. She reaches the door - made of wood, with a lock placed upon it. Upon trying it she would find out it is locked - go figures, of course it would be locked with possible intruders. The tower stretches upwards, one more floor before reaching the very top. Guards on top of it shout orders to one another, apparently they're sending down a couple men to \"Deal\" With the intruder. Meanwhile, the door to the gatehouse swings open and three guards - lightly armored, wielding short swords with bows slung over their backs come bursting out. Twelve tiles away from her - they immediately spot her and begin approaching. Meanwhile, a large BOOM can be heard coming from the castle - flames shooting out of the arrow slits on the second floor, and out of the Chimney. \n\nAshnard wastes no time at all opening the locked door, rushing inside and closing the door just as the other door is flung open as a stampede of guards come rushing through. All of them aiming for the second floor. Not a single guard thinks to check the other door - which leads into an even damper stairwell, heading straight down. It is extremely dark - to the point where not even his low-light vision can help. Though at the bottom of the stairs, a fair distance away to be sure, there is a faint light - like that of a torch. The stench of oil, a hint of chemicals, and the smell of smoke hangs heavy in the air." }, { "author": "Ashnard", "message": "Oil, chemicals, and smoke. In other words, he's heading to the right direction- with guards being none the wiser of where he went, or whether he'd been there at all. Perhaps they'll think Mizu the culprit behind that explosion as well if she keeps going in that direction. Not like that would weight on the canifor's conscience. \n\nAshnard pointed a palm forward, reigniting the flame runes just enough to produce some light and see where he's walking. The last thing he wants is to step on something sharp; wouldn't be the most pleasant experience without footwear. Upon ensuring that no unpleasant surprises awaited on his path, he put out the rune and followed toward the dim light, light on his feet as he'd ever be.\n\n```Sneaking mode active.```" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Well if the tower was going to send guards down to 'deal' with her, that would mean she didn't need to waste time opening the door. That meant she simply had to deal with the 3 guards approaching her now. They might even have keys on them if she were lucky. She would quickly dash toward the three of them and in a swift motion thrust her spear toward the middle guard's neck*\n\n\"You guys never learn, do you, That or you all simply want to die~\"\n\n```\nHP: 65/65\nFocus: 9/10\nDefense: 23\nMovement: Dash toward guards\n\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Sharpness is the least thing he encounters on his way down the stairs. Moist with the liquid of recent rains, strange moss grows upon the steps - even in the deprivation of light, from which they usually are found near. This moss is sickeningly wet, and feels like a soggy spongy. Thankfully, the heavy scent of oil in the air masks any wet-dog smell that would be created from this. He passes by several wall scones, all of which hold no torches - and do not seem to have done so for some time. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs and turning to the right he is able to take in the entire room. Two large rectangular tables made of granite sit in the middle of the room, with only a few feet between one another. Four pillars flank the corners of these tables, and upon the table is a wide variety of tools too esoteric for Ashnard to make any sense of them. A variety of bronze skeletal pieces are scattered upon them, alongside jars of red goop - which faintly glows. Brushes and tools seemingly meant for carving can be found, alongside what (presumably) is the source of the oil smell, several jars of black tar and fat-like oil. \n\nOn the opposite end of the room stands a sight quite disturbing for any creature - a six foot or so tall thing, in the shape of a Macen skeleton. Though several bones seem fused, especially in the feet and elsewhere - alongside the ribs, which seem fused together into a singular piece. A faint red glow emanates from the gaps below and above the chest - from which the spine, which is thicker than a normal spine runs down. The skull is exceptionally realistic looking - with impeccable white teeth, and eyes - which seem to be a dead crimson for now. Ashnard has no clue what the dwarves could be looking for in here, though his best guess would likely be whatever is glowing within the assembled things chest...\n\nThe three guards charge forwards across the battlements, just as one of the guards in the tower rushes down a ladder to the second story of the tower, approaching the door and grasping his weapon anxiously - attempting to muster the courage to burst out of the tower, only to find himself unable to move from place, frozen in fear. He fights with his desire to aid his comrades in-arms, and the natural survival instinct which drives all creatures to protect themselves. Regardless, those outside who have already determined their course of action charge forwards - though not recklessly, as they steel themselves against whatever taunts this woman has to throw at them." }, { "author": "valethros", "message": "*And to think elves fancy themselves as more elegant than anyone else,* Ashnard scoffed under his breath upon feeling the sodden moss beneath his feet. The humidity made it feel more like he was exploring a cavern than a fortress, and the constant feeling that *Something* Was amiss plagued him like an itch he could not scratch. His hackles stood on end, and Ashnard found himself grinding his teeth as he moved on cautiously to the lab-like room.\n\nImages long-suppressed in memory flashed before his eyes at the macabre sights of carving tools and skeletons. *I was imprisoned in a room like that myself not too long ago...* Ashnard reminisced bitterly, causing an intense ringing echo in his ears that nearly drove him to his knees. The hound's foothold grew shaky, forcing himself to press onward and balance himself with his palms atop one of the tables. Nostrils flared between heaving breaths as he struggled to maintain his composure and assess all hints he could find inside that room. Sparing nary a glance at the crude tools and substances, Ashnard's gaze focused on that humanoid skeleton structure on the opposite end, his eyes narrowing like serpentine slits.\n\n*Nothing reminds of Silnari quite like grafted bones and occult sorcery.* Ashnard approached the skeletal form, fur bristled and alert in any sign of movement. *Let's see what you're made of...* Once within distance, he deftly pressed one hand between the thing's ribs, aiming to yank out whatever the source of that ominous crimson glow was... All the while his own crimson patterns carved across his armourer plating resonated with it." }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "With each step he makes towards the skeletal being, the runes carved into its bronze exterior become clearer and clearer. Runes which, by all accounts, seem completely alien to Ashnard. Despite this, he lowers himself down and reaches his right arm into the gap at the bottom of the solid-one piece ribcage. Just as he feels some kind of unnatural heat gracing his skin, the skeletons eyes blaze to life, red as hot iron. Its left arm snaps into action, quickly grasping Ashnards forearm and forcefully yanking it from out of its ribcage, slamming his hand against the hard metal on its way out. If that wasn't enough, the being quickly twists his arm - causing it to hurt like hell, but not doing significant damage or disabling it.\n\nAfter that, it eaves Ashnard no time to recover before reaching down and grabbing him by his neck with his right arm, quickly pulling him back as he twists his body to the right, and violently rotating back into a forwards position, throwing his arms forwards and launching Ashnard across the room, causing him to slide across one of the tables, roll onto the ground, and slam into the wall. Luckily for him, the being doesn't seem to have any intent to quickly follow up as it walks at a leisure pace towards him.\n\nThe three guards are taken by surprise when Mizu dashes forwards, their swords flying pitifully through the air and well out of the way of Mizu - and though they could course correct, it seems they put too much strength into their swings, causing them to be unable to redirect the blades into her. Taking advantage of this, she stabs the middle guards neck. The middle guard, eyes wide with horror drops his weapon and tumbles into the ground - nearly slamming into Mizu. Gurgling comes from him as he drowns in his own blood, but perhaps as a sign of mercy - or maybe because she didn't want to risk the guard being a threat in the future, she thrusts downwards into the heart of the guard - killing him on the spot." } ]

[ { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu would glance over to the remaining two guards and simply aim her left-hand spear at the first guard and her right hand spear toward the third guard and thrust them both toward their chests. She had been too much thought and effort in this fight, and it wasn't a fun fight. They had no skill, no passion. Only the drive to follow orders. She didn't kill for fun, she wanted a fun fight. As a rather lazy individual, she couldn't understand why they continued to throw their lives away at her, but she supposed the silnari were always a bit weird in the head*\n\n```\nHP: 65/65\nFocus: 9/10\nDefense: 12\nMovement: Staying in place\nAttack 1: Guard 1| 27 hit | 23 (35 crit) \n\n```" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Deep breaths. In and out, eventually the guard within the tower gains the confidence to throw open the door to the tower, charging out with a bellowing (albeit pathetic sounding) warcry as he charges right at Mizu. However, he carries himself poorly - and even though he aims to skewer Mizu on the end of his sword, it'll likely fail to even grace her skin. Meanwhile, emboldened by the charge of the fourth guard, the two remaining guards thrust their weapons forwards, aiming to strike Mizu down in a coordinated strike of three individuals - clearly no match for her, right? Except they're clumsy. She can easily spot a way out of their attack - especially when they've overcommitted, leaving them woefully undefended - well, as woefully undefended as they could be.\n\nNone of them had prepared for such a skillful display of fighting prowess. Her first spear punctures straight through the elf mans minimal torso armor. The force of her thrust such that it went straight through the first guards lung and out the other side, the spear head drenched in blood. This sudden thrust startled the guard so heavily he dropped the sword he grasped in his hand and stared at disbelief towards the spear sticking out from his chest. Uttering a word underneath his breath that Mizu cannot hear, he falls to the right, straight off the wall. Luckily for Mizu, the blade slips out as he plummets to the ground. Shocked by the sudden killing, and how quick and brutal it was, the fourth guard misses entirely as his swing passes a solid six inches away from any of Mizus flesh. Meanwhile, due to the falling of the third guard off the wall - Mizus attack on the third guard is sloppy, and barely misses his lung by an inch - even though it equally punches through his body. The pain from the shock of being stabbed causes the third guard to miss his swing entirely, leaving him open to be skewered on Mizus second spear - ending his life once and for all.\n\nThe fourth guard loses any and all will to fight, as any man would likely do after seeing the clean execution of three individuals. He drops his sword, and falls to his knees. Trembling in fear and expecting death he's unable to even open his mouth to beg for his life - the paralysis brought on by the fear of death preventing him from doing so, despite that the sweat which glistens his face and the fear within his eyes is clear - his pallid complexion painting a clear picture of utter fear. He probably won't be a threat to Mizu whatsoever, but who knows?" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu despite all the killing she has done isn't fond of killing weaklings, especially ones that had lost the will to fight. There was no enjoyment in it for her. But she didn't want to go through this troubling scenario over and over again where she is trapped between passageways with no choice but to kill these cockroaches so she would point her spear toward the guard's throat and wave her other hand around in a motion to indicate keys*\n\n\"Your life for the keys. Sounds like a good deal if you asked me~\"" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The elf, left with no other choice, shakily draws his right hand to his waist, grasping a steel ring of keys. Was he really going to hand over these keys to attackers who had slain his brethren? Of course he was. His life isn't worth the protection of the keys, which Mizu would have probably obtained one way or another. He lightly tosses them to the base of her feet, the clanging of the metal keys against stone is suddenly drowned out by a thunderous ROAR as flames shoot from the windows on the secondary story of the castle itself, flames burning down the wooden doors to the ramparts. Screaming is followed, as the many soldiers who rushed into the castle are encased in flame and subjected to temperatures well exceeding 400 degrees Fahrenheit. Those few guards outside of the castle regard this event with awe.\n\nThe door to the tower lay wide open for her to explore - or alternatively, she can pass through the door leading to the other section of the wall, which connects directly to the castle itself. \n\n\nMeanwhile, for Ashnard, this development seems to have worsened his situation. Though being protected from the flames by earth and stone, the thick black smoke at the top of the stairs to the first floor has begun to slowly descend into the room, replacing the oxygen he needs to breath with choking ash and carbon dioxide. If he doesn't escape soon, he'll likely suffocate from a lack of oxygen. The brass skeleton approaches, seemingly confident in Ashnards inability to defeat it. However, with its slow walk Ashnard has plenty of room to maneuver - but it's unknown whether this being is slow because it wants to be, or because this is its maximum speed..." }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu would pick up the keys with a giggle*\n\n\"Wise choice~\"\n\n*She would also let out a whistle upon seeing the inferno of flame erupt from the castle. She didn't believe the Canifor to be that powerful of a caster, but she also doubted the elves would set their own castle aflame for no reason. In either case, it seemed reasonable to assume her furry acquaintance was over there so she would head on over in that direction. She hoped the canifor had found what they were looking for so they could finally leave this dull fortress*" }, { "author": "valethros", "message": "*Well, that's one way to lose an arm...* \nAshnard could barely pull his hand out before the creature snapped at his arm, yanking and twisting. The pain the lanced through him forced a flinch, enough for that thing to grapple and throw him across the room- only barely recovering his composure to land smoothly on his feet and avoid the worst of it. Had it not been for his own unnatural plating, he would have one less arm to work with, on that Ashnard had no doubt. \n\nThankfully, whatever this creature was, it didn't seem as quick on its approach. But if that were to be some sort of small reprieve, the encroaching smoke ensured Ashnard had to act- and *Fast*. He clenches, and lunges. \n\nHe doesn't rush for the skeleton directly, but rather the two tables between them. The runes on his uninjured arm ignite into ravenous flames and he grabs a jar of this oily, tar-like substance. Spreading just enough fire atop it, Ashnard tosses the now flaming jar at the skeleton, aiming for the chest. A reckless attempt in stalling it before moving away from it and testing the wooden door's lock for an escape route." }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He dashes forwards, squeezing between the tables and deftly grabbing one of the unbroken jars of tar-like oil. The bronze skeleton presents no hint of caring or even registering this action - besides changing direction, instead of attempting to go around the tables it starts walking straight for them. The tar-like oil feels heavy, but ignites easily. As it is flung through the air, globules of burning tar are flung out of the container, splashing onto the ground leaving small fires throughout. Once it collides with the beings chest, the glass shatters and the burning tar is flung everywhere. The skeleton doesn't even flinch, the force of the impact not even registering as it continues forwards. The fire shoots upwards, licking the skull of the creature - making it look that much more menacing. Besides that, it seems to have done little - besides scorching the metal on the torso, alongside leaving a charcoal black flaky residue upon the torso piece wherever the tar is burnt away at.\n\nMeanwhile Mizu finds no resistance as she walks upon the ramparts, through the second story of the tower, and out the door on the other side. Not even the archers who previously peppered her with arrows seem to be wasting their time. In fact, those upon the roof of the castle seem to be desperately attempting to escape the flames - which have now broken through the wooden roof of the structure, cooking those alive that get in its way. As she approaches the door - she notices it too, is being burnt away from this side. However, the courtyard down below is devoid of almost any soldier - those few seem far too distracted to notice her. The first floor seems to be far less aflame, though it is likely insanely hot due to the proximity to the flames. However - trying to go through the door before her, would likely burn the skin off her hand from the heat of the door-knob alone, not to mention the flames hidden beyond the door. She could climb upwards, to the roof - but that would be equally suicidal." }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu would click her tongue in annoyance. She wasn't fond of fire and she doubt her mask would be able to properly protect her face and her armor despite being reinforced with magical material was still flammable. Well, whatever was inside was likely burning as well so no point trying to look through it.*\n\n*So she would simply choose to wait by the lower floors as it was the most likely exit for the canifor considering everywhere else was starting to burn up. Their employer was either crazy or had severely underestimated how many Silnari were in this fortress to want the two of them alone to wipe it clean. Even if one of them were a skilled caster she didn't think it was likely considering how many were able to escape from the current inferno in front of her. So instead she would cross her fingers in hopes that the canifor had found the supposed artifact their employer wanted so that the two of them could call it quits and leave*" }, { "author": "Ashnard", "message": "*No easy way out of that,* Ashnard cursed under his breath, watching the flames do minimal harm to the creature's armour. For now, at least. Heated metal may just break easier. The hound takes a deep breath (as much as the increasing smoke level would allow him) and takes a combative stance, focusing. [Work Up]\n\nHe pushes past the pain to clench both fists and ignites them, all the while channelling his inner magic. Swiftly, he closes in and strikes, a molten fist uppercutting on the skeleton's head, followed by an upward kick to vault off its chest and position himself in front of one of the corner pillars- intentionally obscuring part of him in smoke for upcoming retaliation. \n\n```HP: 42/45\nFocus: 6/7\nDefence: 15\nMovement: Toward skeleton, then backwards to smoke \nActions:\nWork Up [+2 Tempo, free action, once per combat]\nAttack 1: Shattering Steel play (Attack roll 26- Crit, Damage roll 24) [Aimed at head, inflicts Confused on successful hit, -1 Tempo]\nAttack 2: Hit and run (Attack roll 13, Damage roll 11) [Torso kick, +1 Focus die, move 2 tiles backward without provoking OA, -1 Tempo]```" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would be traveling through the snow covered forest with his ears pointed straight at the sky. His Jacked had fur lining inside and was closed. He wore boots and longer pants, something he wasn't much a fan of, but he didn't exactly like freezing to death much more. His was was on his face. His tails wrapped around him to help keep himself warm, something he was quite grateful for.*\n\n*He wasn't really waking fast and made sure to keep his eye out for plants and animals. Though he wasn't sniffing like he usually does.* \"Man it's been quite a while since I last came though this path... Though I've not been traveling as much as I use to ever since a while ago\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would be making his way through the forest, the sound of hooves accompanying his own footsteps alongside the several quiet thudding of smaller pawsteps. Terrel had recently made his way out of the Capitol, now simply having to travel through the snow covered forests to make his way back to Salvania.\n\nBy his side were three wolf pups, two seemingly younger than the white one which would be more recognizable. Floof sniffed along the ground while the group walked, his head suddenly lifting up as a familiar scent had caught his nose. Letting out a quiet bark to get his owner's attention, the wolf would quietly turn his way off course from their original path, making his way through the thin tree-line to find himself staring directly over at Kibaru.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would stop for a tiny bit before going towards one of the trees. He would kneel do before slightly lifting his mask and sniffing at the plant next to the roots* \"This one will do\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would slowly follow after his wolf, hand lowering to the hilt of his sword as he went to inspect what Floof was looking at. Coming to stand by his side, Terrel would gaze over at Kibaru, for a brief moment the hilt on his sword tightening before suddenly pausing. There was something familiar about the person. Perhaps something to do with the blue tails and mask he wore. The realization kicked in later as Terrel would move his hand off his sword, a slight grin forming on his face.*\"Well if it isn't the Bed Monster.\"*He'd say.*\"Didn't think I'd see you outside of Salvania.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru wouldn't answer at first as he was picking the herbs, but his his ears was facing towards Terrel's Direction. He would then put them in his bag before standing up and looking at him. He would then give a bit of a sigh* \"Hey there pig...\" *He then looked at the multiplying wolves* \"I have no Idea why a pig have so many wolves behind him... This seems morally disturbing. Hey now, there's an idea\" *He said as he approached Terrel*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well that's typically what happens with animals when you're away for long enough. End up with more than you started.\"*He'd say with a chuckle, listening to Kibaru question why a pig would have so many wolves with him.*\"Consider it something you don't see everyday. Much like a wolf collecting plants.\"*As they would speak, Floof would slowly inch closer to Kibaru, sniffing at him with his ears lowered before his tail would suddenly give a small wag.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Hey there bud.\" *He would lower his hand so Floof could sniff it before he would give him a small pat on the head* \"Well wolves do sometimes eat grass. But I guess you do have a point. These herbs are just for cooking though. Works well with pork and Chicken\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Floof would lower himself to ground under the pats, his tongue hanging out lazily. Terrel would listen to Kibaru's explanation about how cooking the herbs would go well with pork and chicken, finding himself raising a an invisible eyebrow in question.*\"So you *Do* Make other dishes than just pure meat?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Naturally. To have a great meat dish, you need something the occupancies it perfectly. Whether it is smell, texture or taste. Elevating the taste, complementing it or giving you're senses a little break so you can experience it all over again. I find cooking quite fascinating. It's an art that can be mastered in so many ways. Each person having their own taste. Like what is your favourite dish and how is it best served and such?\" *He said as he continued to pet the Floof* \"I wonder how big Azura will be compared to you\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel took a moment to think about it, before eventually saying:*\"Potato Soup, add some garlic, onion, and seasonings to it, you got a pretty good dish. Maybe some cheese if you need some extra flavor.\"*Floof would come to sit down, his head lifting up slightly as he would lick Kibaru's hand. It had been quite some time since the wolf pup has saw him, and now he was noticeably much larger than the last they've met, most likely no more than a juvenile but easily mistakable for a full grown wolf from a untrained eye.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Sounds like a plan then... Unfortunately I have none of those ingredients on hand. But I'll treat ya when I can. You and all three 5 of you I guess?\" *He said as he grabbed a small piece of raw meat and fed it to the Floof* \"So what are you doing out here?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Floof would chew away at the meat, the other two wolf pups moving over to him to try to get at a small piece of it.*\"Currently making my escape from Silnaria.\"*He'd say rather casually.*\"Had to take out a monastery full of elves. A couple managed to escape and I don't doubt their ability to get revenge later. How about you?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Sight seeing. And collecting info. Why the hell were you killing a monastery... Sounds kind of fun, not gona lie\" *He said before offering some meat to the pups* \"You guys are legit eating all my rations*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Let's just say there was a lot of money in it, actually that's all to say about it. Those Elves hit harder than I remembered growing up.\"*He'd say with a light shake of his head. Magic users through and through they were.*\"But just another day of Mercenary work. So what info have you collected so far?\"*He'd partially jab, not knowing what info one could possibly collect way out here unless they were looking for something specific. The wolf pups would chew at the meat Kibaru gave them, the larger grey pup attempting to eat some of his sister's food after quickly finishing his own.*\"Might want to stop giving them all the food you have, they'll just keep eating so long as you keep feeding them.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would of course stop him from trying to eat it* \"Hey now. Don't be greedy.\" *He said before standing up* \"Well apparently there is news of this Islands that way up Northeast. People tell about how the beasts and plants there grow wild and huge. And I'm hoping to grab the soonest ship to there in hopes of hunting them. It will make for quite a fun trip and hopefully a delicious one as well\" *He said as he continued to walk outwards of Silnaria*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The brother would stare back up at him, letting out a quiet bark of frustration while his sister ate her small meal. Terrel watches as Kibaru would continue along, eventually saying:*\"Well traveling by foot you may well get there with the whole place already stolen of its materials. And I know very well, the extent people may go to make sure they get all the precious resources you're hoping to have just for a good meal. Animals and plants that grow that big? All kinds of hunters will surely be heading there.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Thing is, it's over seas. And I've heard these creatures are so terrifying, that the can easily wipe out a small village... Honestly. It just get's my blood pumping, thinking about what fun it'll be. Maybe you could join me, huh?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Must be an even larger island to be able to contain all of them.\"*He'd think aloud. Terrel supposed it was one way to get further out from Silnaria for the time being until he found a place to settle, though there were some things he had to go get for his animals if he was planning on bringing them along.*\"I guess I have nothing better to do than to go to a foreign island with a beacon for poachers.\"*He'd say.*\"Plan on heading through Salvania? I'll have to pick up some stuff for my animals for the trip.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well I was planning on going to Dezabia to go tell the misses about my journey, So we might as well Go through Salvania... Though we are probably going to cross it twice, cause we need to go in the opposite Direction\" *He said nodding his head slightly* \"Might also visit my other house while we're at it and see how the place is doing\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With all the places Kibaru planned to go to, it was a wonder how long it would take them, but it wasn't much of a concern for Terrel. He could probably still get stuff done as they traveled from town to town. The Elf would give a light shrug.*\"You choice, I'm just trying to get out of Silnaria for a while.\"*He said before following after him, the wolf pups and horse in tow.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I know it's quite a walk, but we might as well. We might meet up with other people as well. By the way. What is your position in battle. Like range, front-\" *He said before scratching his ear a bit*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would give his horse a light pat on the side, turning to Kibaru as they'd walk side by side for the time being.*\"Got more people you're planning on meeting up with?\"*He'd question before being asked what is his position in battle. It was an odd question. Terrel typically just went along depending on how the fight was going.*\"Versatile.\"*He'd say simply.*\"Ranged until the enemy can get to me.\"*It seemed like an obvious answer, mostly with Terrel being able to easily swap between Crossbow and Sword when came down to it. Glancing at Kibaru, he'd say:*\"Last we came close to fighting together was the Griffin wasn't it? You seemed willing to get close... I'm guessing that's your specially...\"*He'd observe, alongside the idea of Kibaru seemingly not walking around with any ranged or throwing weapons that he could see.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Nobody in particular, would be nice if we met someone that used magic. I mostly prefer close range, yeah\" *He would then open his jacket a little and his bow would be visible* \"But I have this if I need to hand or kill at range\" *He then closed his jacked. It was clear the reason it was underneath was due to how thick the jacket was. The fact that he also had a Odatchi (long Katana) on his back would have drawn the attention. It seemed like it was used for it's power and reach. On his waist would be a normal katana that suggested it was for it's ease of use compared to his Odatchi*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel snorted in suppressed amusement.*\"I wouldn't want to see another magic user for a while after that trip. If they're going to use magic, they're better just know how to heal.\"*He'd say, past pains coming back to the edge of his mind. A magic user wouldn't hurt, at least someone to make up for the missing space that was either a summoner, healer, or pyromancer of some sort. He'd glance down at the bow Kibaru had. He should have figured, most hunters used bows if not traps of some sort. That or chasing the prey down until one of them passed out from exhaustion. However, it was clear that his Katanas were his specialty for the most part. After some silence he would turn back to face Kibaru.*\"What have you been doing all this time anyways? Last I saw you were going to take care of the Griffins, now you're search for an overgrown island.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Only one made it on the journey. The other I've put in the care of someone that can handle them... He's yet a little young to be traveling. Unlike Wolves, Griffins age a little slower. After that I killed an overgrown Tigger.\" *He said pointing to the scar on his cheek* \"Left me with this beauty. It had 2 cub. Though the cubs were just that, The were as big as a normal Tiger and the mother was towering over even the carriages and had bones sticking out of it's back. They were causing discord in nature and had to be taken care of it\" *He said a bit disappointed at the fact that he couldn't keep the trophies*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Nature usually finds a way to figure itself out.\"*He'd say.*\"Well one way or another.\"*Hearing about the Griffins fate, he couldn't say he was too surprised, not even sure if Kibaru knew how to care for them as it was. He could hear the disappointment in his tone, more so from the disappointment of his latest quest the ones with the Griffins.*\"Well at any rate with as many places we're going to be visiting, I'm sure there will be some Mercenary missions on the way. Though if we're doing that, we need to get you a horse.\"*He'd say.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"That sounds Like an excellent Idea. But I want a different mount then a normal horse if possible. Just need a little flair. But yeah... Sorry for slowing you down on the way. How much is a decent horse anyway. If I have enough I might just pick one up on the way, you know\" *He said nodding with gratification of the idea. Having a horse would definitely be better in the long run*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"What do you want to ride, an elephant?\"*He'd question with Kibaru being picky about wanting a different mount than a regular horse. There wasn't like there were many affordable or morally good mounts about. A horse was simply a rider's best friend. Well usually anyways.*\"If I were worried about you slowing me down, I would have just thrown on the horse and ridden it to town.\"*He joked.*\"You can probably get a decent one for a small handful of gold.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Not and elephant. Something faster and... Maybe a Rhino. Or a Jaguar\" *He said as his eyes lit up with the Idea of him riding one or the other* \"Well I guess I can ride Griff If he get's a little bigger\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You're going to get yourself killed on day.\"*Terrel would say with a brief shake of his head, a grin forming.*\"Do you even know how to ride an animal?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"No fucking Idea.\" *He said laughing a bit as he realized* \"You can teach me, can't you\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel eyed him for a bit, debating between actually teaching him or not. Horses were distinctively different from Griffins and Jaguars after all.*\"Sure.\"*He'd say.*\"Here's your first lesson: Getting on the Horse.\"*Terrel would let go of the lead of his horse, allowing Carl to walk on ahead on his own.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'm going to hate ever asking...\" *He said before he took the lead and patting his shoulder to see his reaction* \"Heya Budy. Mind if I get on?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Now that I can guarantee...\"*He'd say with a grin. Carl gazed over at Kibaru, coming to a slow stop as he'd realize that Terrel was no longer holding the lead and causing the horse to look back at the Elf. A huff of air escaped the horse's nostrils as he'd tug at the lead in his nervousness.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"What's his name exactly\" *Kibaru asked as he continued to gently pat the horse. He had a feeling he was going to end up on the ground... Luckily there was snow* \"And how do I even begin Mounting him\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Carl.\"*He'd say. At the mention of his name, Carl would turn his head towards his rider. Soon enough he would begin moving back towards the Elf, tugging Kibaru along.*\"Try winning him over, he can get very nervous around new people trying to ride him.\"*He'd suggest.*\"Food usually does it.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Wish I had an Apple... Best I have is bread\" *He said sighing a bit* \"He Carl. Want some Bread?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Carl would come to a stop, receiving a pat from his owner. Seeing as they weren't moving much, he'd turn his head away to wander the area a bit, seemingly ignoring the Okami holding onto his lead.*\"You know Carl doesn't understand what you're saying right?\"*He'd ask.*\"Try checking the saddle bags. Never travel anywhere without rations for all your animals.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Thank you. I will make sure to pay you back\" *He said as he did as instructed and tried offering the food he found that was edible to the horse*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Consider it returned pay for all the meat you keep giving to my wolves.\"*Reaching into the bag, Kibaru would find a carrot somewhere under the other berries, vegetables, and fruits he had. As he'd offer it to Carl, the horse would glance over at him. Carefully, he'd grab the carrot from Kibaru, turning his head away once more as he'd take the moment to eat it.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would keep a hand on carl, not stroking him or moving much* \"I guess you like carrots, huh?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Carl would finish up the carrot he had, shaking his head to and fro to as if shaking off the small bits of frost that had landed on him before he'd lower his head to try to find any grass beneath the layer of snow. He didn't seem too bothered by Kibaru's presence, however, he did keep one eye on him the whole time as he'd graze.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would then begin stroking him a little bit* \"Think I should walk with him a bit before I even attempt to get on?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*What could have once been seen as a cheesy grin would soon fade into a light smile. Terrel could tell Kibaru was at least trying to befriend the horse first. Little to no knowledge of it, but trying.*\"I think it will help.\"*He'd agree before soon walking on ahead, leaving Kibaru to bring his horse with him on his own.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would tap carl before taking the lead and giving it little tension* \"Hey Carl. Terrel's gona leave us behind. Let's go\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Carl would lift his head up as the lead was tugged on, staring at Kibaru before taking notice of his rider walking off. He'd turn around and would begin trotting on ahead while a Terrel would lead the wolf pups onwards, occasionally glancing back to the pair.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would continue to walk forward with the lead in hand* \"There we go. See I'm not much of a threat to you\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Carl would watch Kibaru silently, continuing onward while he held onto the lead. The wolf pups would wrestle one another in the snow as Terrel continued walking, occasionally having to call to the two younger ones to keep the moving in their easy distractedness.*\"It'll probably be a couple days until we get to Salvania. Plenty of time to befriend Carl on the way.\"*Of course Terrel said this with the knowledge that Kibaru could really hop on the horse whenever he wanted to. It wasn't like Carl was a wild horse, merely timid was all. But this was a learning experience for Kibaru and not all horses were the same.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"On the bright side, if anything is to happen to you or if you're preoccupied, Carl would at least have someone that can help him or fetch him if he does get lost. And I do believe this is good experience for me. I mean, I do want to ride a Griffon\" *He said keeping an eye on how the horse moved and reacted*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I would not recommend trying to ride a Griffin like a horse.\"*He'd say.*\"For one, it's a lion eagle and two... It is not a horse.\"*Terrel seemed to find need on making that clear. Horses alone can be hard to get used to, let alone trying to figure out how to ride an animal with wings.*\"But yeah, I'm sure you'll be great at saving Carl if it comes down to it.\"*There was a bit of doubt to his tone, especially in Kibaru still learning how to ride a horse, but the help would always be nice, especially on the last mission in Carl's near capture. At least Carl didn't seem to bothered in the meantime, simply trotting ahead without much tension in the lead to guide him otherwise.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'll be sure to do my best, even you're pups might need my help. Though I'll see if I can actually ride Carl. But I don't think mounting him will be the hardest part. From what I head, you need to move in pace with a horse's pace. I heard it can be quite painful for both Rider and horse if it's done incorrectly\" *He said as he tried to see if he could walk a little faster with carl*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"If Carl's in danger, the pups are in danger. I try my best to keep them away from that though.\"*He'd say. Glancing back Kibaru as he mentioned walking at the same pace as the horse, he'd raise an eyebrow in question.*\"Where did you hear that from?\"*Carl would not move much faster as Kibaru walked on ahead, eventually causing the lead to reach its maximum length, though Carl seemed to be rather content moving at his own speed than Kibaru speeding him up any.*\"You're right, mounting isn't the hard part. The hard part is riding in the heat of an escape is. When you're already broken and bruised from battle, having to urge a horse to move fast while not falling off in the process.\"*He'd explain rather morbidly.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"How else would I know. Intel gathering is a great hobby of mine. Important in the industry of selling and buying. Always important to keep ears open\" *He answered sounding a little proud of it* \"Sounds like you're speaking from experience. Well if we get a proper party going, there will be no need to try and escape. We'll just slaughter all that stands in our way I guess.\" *He said slowing down a bit as his test yielded some results*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Guess I can give you props for that.\"*He'd say, admitting to Kibaru actually taking the extra use of his career.*\"And yeah, but that was a long time ago. Consider it an early Mercenary mission gone wrong.\"*Terrel would shrug it off, simply something from back in his past. At the mention of getting a party together, Terrel would ask:*\"And how do you plan on us gathering a 'proper' party?\"*With Kibaru slowing down, Carl would continue onwards, eventually begging forced to stop with the lead tugging at his snout.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well we go out and about and search for people. Go to more dangerous spot on the map. Only the strong will dare to venture there. That and of course keeping an ear out for any news of travellers or quest that have been completed or are underway. That's a few ways anyway\" *He said as he stopped for carl* \"This horse really goes at it's own pace, huh?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Alright then. When we get to Salvania we can in the alleyways and see what crazy people would be fine with going on dangerous missions.\"*He'd say with a hint of sarcasm. It wasn't that he didn't believe in the idea, but more so considered how ridiculous it would be for someone to be approached by a pig and wolf and asked to join them. It was a rather funny thought actually. Being asked the question about Carl, Terrel would glance back to see what he was doing before responding with:*\"Only when you walk like that, you're just confusing him at this point that or annoying him really.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Then help me not do that\" *He said with a sigh* \"Besides, I think my idea I genius. Who wouldn't trust two heavily armed men with masks?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Anyone with a functioning brain.\"*He'd say to answer his question. Eventually Terrel would turn around and walk back over to Kibaru, taking the lead, he would wrap it tightly around his arm before letting go.*\"Hustle with him, move with some purpose to it. You keep stopping and speeding up, it'll just confuse him. Be a bit more consistent.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Ok, come on Carl. My feet are starting to hurt\" *He said pulling as he walked forward. Not pulling to hard* \"Exactly my point. People are going to want to join us\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Carl wouldn't seem to move at much of a faster pace with Kibaru tugging on him, clearly disinterested in the Okami as he would continue at the speed he was already going at.*\"I don't need a team full of idiots to tell me what's going on right in front me.\"*He'd joke before turning back to Kibaru and chuckling.*\"Going to have to move faster than that. Get him into a trot.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru felt a little uneasy but sped up to see if he could* \"Well I could always go into disguise and ask them like a normal macen. But I would not ask idiots unless they had the brains to make up for that\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Carl would seem to hesitate a bit as Kibaru would end up tugging at his lead from the change in speed. As the lead would soon reach its maximum length, the horse would eventually break into a light trot. It wasn't hard for him to keep up with Kibaru, simply having to move in small strides. Terrel would simply watch the two, finding entertainment in Kibaru's hesitation with leading a horse. There was a first time for everyone.*\"You could disguise as a Macen this whole time?\"*Terrel would question.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Not the hardest thing to do. But it feels so uncomfortable not having my tails to balance and my ears\" *He said smiling under his mask with the horse speeding up*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel gave a slow shake of his head. It wasn't like he really understood Kibaru's need for assistance with balance from his ears and tail, but if he could easily change to a Macen whenever he wanted, maybe that can be useful in a way.*\"Better get used to it then, no telling how many people we may find in Salvania.\"*With them being outside of Silnaria, seeing an Elf with his appearance would probably turn more heads than wanted, perhaps he could let Kibaru do most of the talking for the time being while he kept an eye out, he doubted there would be good attention given to rumors flying around about an alleyway Pig and Wolf asking people to join them.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Or we could just break someone out of prison\" *He said laughing a bit at his proposal* \"I think that would be easier, don't you?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Entertaining? Sure. Easier? I doubt it.\"*He'd say back casually.*\"Besides, stuff like that takes planning. Who would we even break out, surely not some thug who's gotten caught for forgery or something.\"*Terrel would laugh at the ludicrous thought, looking back towards Kibaru and Carl.*\"Just bring him around in a circle.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would do as requested* \"Well, the greatest criminals sometimes gets caught doing the smallest things\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The more well-known ones get caught for things actually worth of being put in prison for.\"*He'd mention.*\"If you're planning on breaking someone out, you're going to need a lot more than a lack of ears and tails to do it.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Just give me a pick and I'll start digging\" *He said jokingly* \"It's just a joke of course. We best not do that, lest we want to be hunted by more\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"What they don't know, can't hurt us.\"*He'd say with a smug look before shrugging off the initial joke.*\"It would be easier to hunt us down if we have a whole horde of people with us wherever we go though. Any mission we go on, it's a lot more people to account for and will make us a lot easier to track.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Your animals will still be the majority of the group. And those pups would be the hardest thing to keep account of. Besides, I only plan on getting 2 extra additions\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well the day I find a place to leave them at for the time being, you won't worry about having to trip over an extra set of paws. After that, it'll just be Carl here.\"*He'd explain.*\"Well him and Tzu...\"*Reaching a hand up towards his head, he'd scratch along it slightly, the strands of hair shifting as a small furry brown face would poke out of it and chitter angrily at the disturbance.*\"Sorry bout that Tzu, you can go back to sleep.\"*Terrel would move the strands back, glancing back towards his horse as two of the wolf pups would begin running around his legs after seeing him trotting about. The horse didn't seem too bothered, most likely used to it at this point.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I know of someone that can take care of them... Though the house will be quite lively with so many extra wolves. I do hope they can behave themselves at least a little\" *He said before giving Carl a little pat on his shoulder* \"Shall we keep going?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Who would want to keep track of three wolves?\"*He'd ask ironically before turning to look at them.*\"Floof is alright, pretty well trained by now.\"*He'd say gesturing to the white wolf.*\"Blur will probably keep to herself for the most part. Ansel will most likely try to start trouble.\"*The two grey wolf pups followed after Carl, their small legs unable to keep up with the trotting horse. At Kibaru's question, Terrel would respond with:*\"Sure, once you actually get on the horse.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would pat carls head* \"Whoah there Carl\" *He said gesturing to stop* \"Well my girl should be and her friend. She seems to be an animal lover just the same as you are. And my house has plenty of space for the runts to play in. As well as a new friend or two\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Carl would come to a slow stop, the wolf pups soon bouncing around him as they were finally able to catch up.*\"Well if you're sure. I guess they'll be fine having a place to stay at for the time being. Not telling how long this trip will take anyways.\"*Terrel would turn his head towards the wolf pups, bringing the whistle around his neck up to his mouth before blowing in it to get their attention.*\"Ansel, Blur, stop patronizing Carl.\"*The wolf pups would dart away from the steed, soon finding new interest playing around with Floof.*\"Next winter I'm getting a harness for them and a sled... A good way to put all that energy to good use.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I agree. Would be quite fun for you and them\" *He said before throwing the lead back over him. After he would stand next to carl and put one foot in the stirrup and grabbing the front and back of the saddle preparing to get on*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"A nice break for Carl as well. Maybe with enough wolves they'll be able to pull him and he could go for a ride sometime.\"*Terrel joked. The stirrup would shift slightly in under Kibaru's weight, causing Carl to back at Kibaru in silence as his tail would whisk to and fro.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Welp, to learn to walk one must learn how to fall\" *He said as he would pull the saddle to help raise up and put his other leg over Sitting on Carl... If he did it correctly*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Carl would shake his head to and fro, standing in place for the time being as Kibaru would hop up in his back.*\"Now that wasn't so hard was it?\"*Terrel would tease, walking up to the horse's side and looking up at Kibaru.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"One can stand, but the fear of falling is what keeps them from trying\" *He said before patting Carl on the side* \"There's a good steed. Sorry for the extra bit of weight though\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Enough with the old sayings.\"*Terrel would say with a roll of his eyes. He'd reach up to untie the lead from around Kibaru's arm, taking it from him as he'd pull Carl along.*\"Just try not to fall off. Even a passed out man can keep himself on a horse, well give or take.\"*Carl would slowly trot after the Elf, moving more confidently with his Rider in tow.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I can not help it. The Old saying carry the wisdom of the past. And they bring me some mind of peace\" *He said trying to balance himself. For him it wasn't as difficult with him having to deal with his tails all day*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"There is no wisdom in a person falling off of a horse.\"*Terrel would say. After a while he'd eventually bring his horse to a stop, looking up at Kibaru.*\"Ready to try it on your own?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yes there is. The wisdom of know they fell from that horse, why and how not to... Even if that wisdom needs to come from falling a few times\" *He said as he out his hand to take the reins and begin to try and ride Carl in circles*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Trust me, if you fall off a horse you're probably not going wake up after the first time.\"*He'd respond. Terrel would walk on ahead, leaving the two to have to move on their own. Carl would stay where he was for the meantime, feeling the tug of the reigns which left him standing still for the time being.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Hey Terrle, How do you use the reins... I'm not leading him so I don't exactly know what to do in this case\" *He said awkwardly*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Reigns are for turning him. If you want him to move give him a kick to the side.\"*Terrel would instruct without looking back.*\"Don't worry about hurting him, it just feels like a tap. The harder you kick, the faster he'll move.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Ok then\" *He said as he did so, pulling the reins slightly to run him a bit*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*From the light tap, Carl would slowly trot forward, bobbing ever so slightly with each step he made. Terrel would wait for the two of them as he'd watch Carl make his way over, the distance covered rather minimal by him from the speed he went at.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Ok, now to turn a bit\" *He said pulling the reins to turn a bit so the could do a a circle*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The horse would turn his head in the direction he tugged in, moving in a wide arc around the area they were in.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"There we go. And back to Terrel to Brag\" *He said as he turned him into Terrel's directing, giving another notch to go a little faster*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Carl would turn his head back around, speeding up slightly to trot back over to his rider. Terrel would simply wait, angling his head up as his horse approached him once more.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Uh Terrel buddy. How do I stop him?\" *Kibaru said realizing his blunder to not ask before*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would simply watch him, a more mischievous grin forming on his face as Carl would slowly trot by him.*\"Now that's the hard part.\"*He'd say, removing one of his gloves before he'd slap Carl on the rear. His horse would let out a whinny, suddenly lurching forward into a full gallop.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Whoah- hey! What the big idea\" *He said as he almost fell. He would then pull back the reins trying to hold on* \"Slow down bud. I'm not ready\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Carl would gallop onwards, rushing by the trees at a newfound speed that one would not have expected at his usual pace. The slight tugging of the reigns caused him to shake his head to and fro as he ran, making it harder for him to focus on the direction he was moving in. Terrel would watch them from the distance, calling out:*\"Don't worry, he always slows down eventually.\"*Turning back to his wolves, he'd let out a slight chuckle before eventually following after them. Now they were finally making some progress with a good laugh out of it too nonetheless.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah. I'm not going to wait for that\" *He said to himself as he jumped of without a regard for where he was landing. He would land feet first but fall down immediately and start rolling along the ground only coming to a stop a few seconds later with bruises on him* \"Ouch. That may have gone better\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*After some time, Terrel would eventually make his way over to where Kibaru had jumped off at, watching his horse vanish off into the forest. Looking over toward Kibaru , he would ask:*\"So that falling off a horse saying coming in handy yet?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Most definitely. I now know I should have braced for impact differently. And now know not trust you\" *He said rubbing his bruises* \"Oh yeah. Good luck finding him\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Try doing that with a Griffin, I can guarantee you won't find it again.\"*He'd say.*\"Nor be able to brace for an impact that large. And you can trust me in this, horses are spooked very easily. If you lose control of your horse when it's gets nervous, you'll be the one in trouble.\"*Terrel would place his glove back on his hand, opening the opposite to show a single strand of hair from the horse's tail.*\"You're not the only one getting lessons today, seeing as it'll be taking us a while, I'll be sure to multitask.\"*Lowering the strand down towards his wolf pups, he would ask:*\"Now who can go find the horse first?\"*The trio would all mill around his hand, Ansel mostly fighting to bury his snout in his palm as if he expected to get a treat out of it. Only Floof seemed to be the most coordinate of the three, taking what whiff of it he could get before turning away from the other two.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yup.\" *He would stand up a bit in pain* \"Sorry I jumped of. But I was not going to sit on a horse on my own just yet. They are way to scary for me at this point\" *He brushed of the dust and began walking*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Floof leading the way, Terrel would follow behind, pocketing the strand of hair in the event of the wolf needing a refresher.*\"At any rate, I'm sure we could find you a good teacher.\"*He'd say, more genuinely.*\"Don't worry about hopping off, it was that or being left alone with a sprinting horse. Which you'd probably fall of eventually anyways. They're hard to control in that state.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Though I'm glad to see I don't need to track him down. You got some lovely friends there that seems more than eager\" *He said as he started patching himself up with some medicine*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Now that would be just cruel of me.\"*Terrel would say at Kibaru mentioning not having to track down the horse. Floof would eventually come back over to them, forcing Terrel to have to give him the strand once more before he could return to tracking.*\"Besides Carl never goes too far, where he lacks in being the fastest horse in the stable, he makes up with his smarts.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah smart. I bet he is.\" *He said as he started walking into the direction the horse disappeared into* \"Not let's hurry up and find him. I'm getting a little tired\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Guess we'll set up camp soon.\"*He'd say. It seemed they'd walk on for sometime, Floof occasionally coming back for a quick sniff before running on ahead again. After about 10 minutes or so, he'd finally let out a bark of triumph, the white ball of fur coming to a stop as he looked over a small slope. Down at the base of it, Carl would be pacing rather restlessly most likely nervous with these new surroundings.*\"Good job Floof.\"*Terrel would say, giving the wolf a pat on the head before turning to look at Kibaru.*\"Want to try to calm him?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Sure why the hell not. Worse that could happen is him putting me out of my misery\" *He said as he began to slowly approach the* \"Hey Carl. Don't worry. Just your friendly woods dwelling wolf here\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well only way for that to happen is if you try to walk up to him from behind-\"*He'd say. Carl's head would turn to the side, hearing Kibaru call to him and pacing around Okami as he'd try to get closer. A light whinny came out of the horse, his tail flicking nervously.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Hey buddy. It's just me\" *He said slowly approaching the horse with his hands in the air bot not to high so the horse knows he's no threat*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Carl would continue to pace around him, slower and slower. He stared at Kibaru, keeping a bit of space between them.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"There there bud. It's just me\" *He said slowly approaching him*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The horse would back up slightly, letting out a huff of air in Kibaru's face as he'd approach. The lead dangled from his snout, slightly tangled up from the initial run through the forest.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"We cool?\" *He asked as he slowly took the lead in hand*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Carl would tug at his lead, partially unraveling just enough so that he could shake himself off and stare back Kibaru.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He would slowly place a hand on the horse and give him a few pats to reassure and calm him* \"There we go\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Carl's nostrils would flare at Kibaru's touch, turning his head away slightly before he'd eventually close his eyes to the light pats. Terrel would make his way down the slope, the trio of wolves following behind him.*\"Well what do you say, want to ride him one more time?\"*He'd ask.*\"I'll promise to hold onto the lead this time around, we can probably find a place to camp out here since it's starting to get late.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'll ride him, but no funny business. I'll lead him myself. Just tell me how to stop him\" *He said before he take the lead firm in hand* \"For now I'm just going to lead him on the ground\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would raise an eyebrow in question of Kibaru wanting to do it on his own. Gesturing for Kibaru to follow, Terrel would continue walking onwards.*\"If you want to stop the horse that's when you tug back on the reigns and say 'whoa' to them. Never pull hard on it and never try doing it while doing fast, it'll scare the horse into going up on its hind legs and by that point you're done for. Bringing the horse to a stop should always be calm.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Then how do I stop him while doing fast?\" *He asked as he followed*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Use what you did earlier, bring him into a circle. Keep yourself balanced on him and use your legs to turn him into an arc then back straight again. Once you're able to get yourself into a rhythm, you'll be able to calm him into coming to a stop again. Just be mindful of the trees, they're just more obstacles for the horse.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Especially for me. The Horse will try and run under them, but I'm not as it's level. We probably also need to catch something\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You know you can always lean your head down.\"*He'd joke.*\"Of course that may also just make the horse go faster...\"*With Kibaru mentioning them needing to catch something, he'd say:*\"If you mean to eat, that's all you.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"We It's what I do and I love doing it. But It's best we settle down first so I know where to go\" *He said as he moved his mask up and started sniffing*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Maybe you can go climb up in a tree and see how much more forest we have to cover. If it's a lot we can settle down around here.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well I do believe we are close to the border, so we might just keep going a little bit\" *He said as he continued to walk a little faster* \"Our first stop should be Esvoduko in Prasia. We'll know were there if be get to those mountains\" *He said before pointing towards a few of them not too far off* \"After that we should go south past the river and we'll be there\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Will we be able to reach Prasia before nightfall because if not we're better of camping in the forest than in the open.\"*He'd say in response, knowing full well that the mountains were the last place someone would want to stay out at in the middle of winter.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"We'll reach it just a little after sun down. We the borders anyway. The mountains are still a little ways of. There should still be some forest in Prasia though. We'll make camp near the edge of it\" *He said as he continued to sniff a little bit*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With all the sniffing Kibaru was doing, Terrel would look over at him.*\"You can go on and do your hunting, I'll take over with Carl for now...\"*He'd say.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'll hand him over as soon as I catch a with of something. And it would be best to move while doing so. It'll increase the potential. Though finding something might take a while.\" *He said still sniffing as his ears twitch* \"And if you would, could you keep an eye out for tracks of any sort\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would look at Kibaru dubiously, him knowing full well that the Elf didn't hunt.*\"Sure.\"*He'd say in a tone that would suggest otherwise. It probably wouldn't be too hard to look for tracks with the snow everywhere, but Terrel was sure that his own Wolves would be more up for that kind of task.*\"How about you take my wolves along with you too.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Might be fun. Though I don't know if the younger ones are up to the task of keeping quite\" *He'd say looking at the pups* \"If anything, they might hinder me. The silver one might do well to learn\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well Floof is a decent tracker at least, the other two just need to learn self control. Ansel more than Blur anyways. You can take Floof with you though, I'm sure he'd enjoy it.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"And maybe I'll teach the other two when they have learned self control\" *He said before coming to a stop* \"Ok, you can take carl now. Come on Floof. We've got a prey\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Easier said than done.\"*He'd say, eventually taking the lead from Kibaru as he caught wind of something. Floof would look up at the mention of his name.*\"Go on Floof, go hunt.\"*He'd say gesturing towards Kibaru. The Wolf seemed to take a short while to figure out what he wanted, soon walking over to Kibaru.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would give the Floof a pat* \"Follow me\" *He said before darting into a direction with a light jog and would not return until Terrel would reach a camp site*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would continue onwards for a while, entrusting the two to be able to find their way back to him whenever they were done. As the sun would come close to setting, his horse's head would lower tiredly.*\"Gave you a run for your life didn't I?\"*He's ask, giving Carl a light pat as they found themselves nearing the edge for the forest.*\"That's alright, we can probably camp out around here for now.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*About half an hour after Terrel reached camp, Kibaru would finally show with a boar on one of his shoulder, blood covering his coat* \"Hey there. I'm finally- ouach- Finally back\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would have been leaning against a tree, soon glancing over at Kibaru as he had finally showed up.*\"Did you chase the thing halfway back to Ulnoor?\"*He questioned with how long he took, gazing at the catch he had. Seemed like it was big enough to fill Kibaru up for the night, though there was no way of saving it for later out here. Floof would make his way back over to the Elf, receiving a pat upon his approach.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*And Floof Mouth was covered in blood, clearly having done a fear deal of the hunt* \"No. What I sniffed out wasn't it's sent, but it's pee and such.\" *He then put the boar down before taking off his jacket to reveal a blood covered bandage* \"After which I searched for it... Found track suggesting it was being chased by a cat of sorts. It chased the boar quite the distance. Cat lost it and returned. Unfortunately the boar saw me before I saw it. Luckily I had backup -Ouch\" *He would then begin to treat his wound*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"A cat... Chasing a boar?\"*He'd question as if that were the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. Terrel would lift up Floof's snout, checking his maw to make sure it was the Warthog's blood rather than his own.*\"Well for all the piss following you did, it definitely seemed like that pig did a number on you.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"By cat I mean Like tiger, or panther. Maybe a cougar even. Possible it's a mountain lion dwelling a little low. Either way. The Boar was in more pain then I was. Flood there made sure it's hind leg would become a hindrance. After we tracked it down again and made sure it wasn't suffering\" *After tending his wounds he would start skinning the boar, making sure to keep the pups away*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He would let Floof go to play around with the other pups, the white wolf mostly trying to keep a stick he found away from Ansel while Blur simply watched the two. Getting up, Terrel would walk over to his horse, taking some supplies from the saddlebags so that he could cook his own meal by the fire that was set up.*\"Guess someone will have to keep watch for it tonight then.\"*He'd say.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You're first. I'll do second watch\" *Kibaru said eager to get some sleep in. He would continue to skin and treat the boar* \"Not going to have some. I didn't exactly choose a medium prey to horde it for myself\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would idly be cutting at one of the potatoes he had gotten from the bags, only looking back over at Kibaru when he asked if he wanted any.*\"I'm good.\"*He'd answer.*\"I'm sure the pups would love some of it though.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You don't like meat?\" *He asked beginning to prepare some of the meat to cook*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Can't say in a fan of it.\"*He'd answer, adding the potato to a pot to start making some soup." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well that makes me a little sad. I mean, meat is just so glorious... Can't imagine life without it\" *He said as he put some of what he prepared next to the fire before continuing to tend to the rest of the meat* \"Good thing it's this cold I guess. Make the meat last allot longer... Just wish I brought salt allong\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Unless you're planning on burying it, I wouldn't suggest leaving the meat out for other predators to come and get.\"*He'd say eventually leaning back to let the food cook for a while. With Kibaru wishing he had brought salt, Terrel would toss him a small container of seasoning.*\"Enjoy.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Thanks, but I meant for preserving. Though this will make tonight's dinner taste a heck of allot better.\" *He then began using some of it and some of what he had found when the first met* \"Now for the rest... Think I'll burry it in some snow... Though the sent of blood is thick here, I doubt we have much to worry with fire and a small litter of wolves*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'm pretty sure you made a big enough scent trail to us from carrying that hog all the way over here and I doubt a predator is going to be scared away by two puppies and a single wolf, especially if it's a mountain lion we're talking about.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Believe me, those things are pussies when it comes to humans. You know the: It's more scared of you then you of it\" *He said before throwing a bunch of snow in a back and adding some meat and the snow and so on until the boar was completely in it. He would then hand it in a tree* \"The only thing we have to worry about is a hungry bear*\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"All I see is a wolf and pig right now.\"*He'd joke, listening to Kibaru mention them having to worry about a bear.*\"Why don't we just fight every predator in the forest then? At this rate it seems like there's a chance of all of them showing up.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Hey now, watch what you say. You'll Jinx us with that tone\" *He then took some snow and melted it near the fire so as to clean his coat* \"Brrr, it's quite cold without some protection\" *He said before covering his torso with his tails as much as he could*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well maybe there's a reason people usually wear clothes when they go outside.\"*He'd say, slowly stirring the pot. Floof would eventually return to him, holding up the stick he had won as he awaited some praise, soon receiving a pat on the head in return.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"And Flood deserves and entire leg for his valiant effort, don't you buddy\" *He said before giving him a small piece of raw meat* \"Just not yet though*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Floof would drop his stick, eating at the meat Kibaru had given him only for the other two wolves to walk over to him in an attempt to get their own share of it.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would grab the stick and bonk each of them lightly* \"Bad pups. Try and steal and you won't get any. You guys should learn the eldest eats first\" *He would then look at Terrel* \"Sorry, didn't mean to discipline them. Force of habit I guess\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd pour himself some soup into the bowl, looking back over at him.*\"Have pups of your own or something?\"*He'd question. Being bonked by the stick, Ansel would lift his snout up, biting down on the end of it as he tried to tug at it.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would pull back but gave the pup some play* \"That's not gona happen... Well not with pups of my own anyhow\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Ansel would shake the stick to and fro, lowering himself to the ground in his fight to get the stick.*\"I don't know...\"*Terrel would say in an almost teasing tone.*\"You seem like a dog kind of person.\"*He'd eventually finish.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh, you meant actual wolves... I might think about it... But I'm not much of a pet person\" *He's say say he continued to play with the pup*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would watch Kibaru continue to play with Ansel.*\"Right...\"*He'd say in a tone of doubt. Turning his attention away from them, he'd take a sip from the bowl of soup.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I've had bad experiences with having pets of my own... Well I still have Clifford... And Grif. But I don't actually take care of them myself, well not much anyhow\" *He said before letting go of the stick and giving a piece of meat to each of the pups at different ends*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The two pups would eat their pieces of meat, soon rejoining and climbing over Floof where he had gone to lay down next to Carl.*\"Well nothing lasts forever.\"*He'd say.*\"Especially not with animals, time moves so much faster for them for some reason.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "anderred", "message": "Along a quiet path in the Silnarian Empire's great Tossou plains sat a Tavern Inn. It served as the only building in the area for miles and a much needed rest point for travelers going near and far, it just so happened that one of those travelers was Thaeril Allaenyl, a deserter from the Silnarian Military and a staunch Anti-Monarchist who traveled around the country looking for like minded individuals, while avoiding the law, of course... She sat at a table with a handful of farm children, speaking to them.\n\n\"Think about it! The wealth of the Aristocrats, shared among you common folk! You would no longer have to pay outrageous taxes or be seen as lesser. We would all be equal in class and standing!\"" }, { "author": "Chiara Qrydaris", "message": "*\"That's quite ambitious. But how do you suppose such a dream would ever occur.\"*\n\nA muffled voice spoke out. A feminine, and almost raspy voice belonging to a certain individual that wore a strange helmet with a protruding beak and a long, tattered cloak that hid just about everything beneath her neck that sat at another table besides them, although one could already tell she was quite armoured beneath her apparel. The woman was slightly glancing towards Thaeril's way, inevitably having caught the Qua's attention as she saw a Lathian woman rambling to some children about taxes and such. If she had a Macen-like nose she would've sneered at the mere presence of her by now but due to her insectile facial features, all she could do was glare. Though with her helmet, it simply looked like she was just staring at the Silnari for a while before finally entering the tavern.\n\n*\"What makes you think the aristocrats would ever share their wealth to commoners?\"*\n\nThe armoured woman elaborated, as she tapped a gauntleted finger onto her own table, waiting for the Silnari's answer. To Chiara It sounded merely no more than a fantastical pipe dream, a delusion even. That and an overbearingly, preachy speech of a particularly talkative Lathian elf pouring into some poor childrens ears. The Qua lamented to herself as even in a tavern trying to peacefully enjoy alcohol, she cannot escape the near pompous presence of elves clogging the room's atmosphere." }, { "author": "anderred", "message": "She looked at the armored hulk and began to think that maybe her time in this specific Tavern was drawing to a close. Thaeril ushered the children away as she began to formulate an answer or response to whatever was behind the mask. Thaeril felt it just a little rude that her conversations and lessons where interrupted so abruptly by some estranged foreigner... Or perhaps a new member of the flock...?\n\n\"Well, if you must know, Through force, if necessary. People are greedy, you see, and greed leads to famine, destruction, personal interest, etcetera... Perhaps you'd like to join in on this conversation?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would make his way through Silnaria's forest, his horse trotting at his side with the lead tied around his hand. Only recently had he left the Capitol, deciding to head further East. Perhaps then he'd be able to pay Lymia a visit. When was the last he's been there after all? The sun sat high in the sky, providing some extra warmth to him, despite the armor and clothing he already walked in.\n\nAt the very least it didn't seem like rain would come, making the day seem good enough for traveling even if having to get used to the silence for a while save for the sound of his horse walking beside him.*\"Going to be a long day, isn't it?\"*He'd ask Carl, only for the horse to let out a huff of air in response. It wasn't much to go by, but it was all he really expected from him in them traveling as long as they have.*" }, { "author": "anderred", "message": "Moving in the other direction along the path, headed in no particular direction, was a rather tall elven woman wearing colorful leather armor and holding a Rapier in it's sheath. She was walking but yet looked quite cheerful and unbothered at the fact she lacked a horse in such a desolate area. She was whistling a Irtutian melody as she waved at them.\n\nShe thought to herself for a moment, wondering if it was a good idea to wave down a stranger on an even stranger trail, in the middle of a forest, no doubt. She considered the fact that she was a ex-soldier, but also considered that this person might be as well, but eh, you don't get anywhere in life without taking risks, right? So, she called out. \"Hello traveler! And Horse!\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would lift his head up to look on ahead, soon seeing the other Elf making her way down the path.*\"Seems like we've got company.\"*The Elf would say with a slight grin forming. He'd carefully lead his horse onwards, continuing down the path they were already on in heading towards the woman. Eventually he'd make his way over to her, holding onto Carl's lead.*\n\n\"Heading to the Capitol, I'm presuming.\"*The Elf would question, coming to a stop as he did. He'd figure any other Elf would be heading to Ulnoor, it practically being the land of the Elves and all. His case was different, more so traveling to get away from it. He never liked to take to the place for too long, though that's as typically because of it being a city itself than what came with it.*" }, { "author": "anderred", "message": "She almost visibly sneered at the question, it was true that most elves headed to and from Ulnoor frequently, but not her, she wasn't exactly on Authorities nice list, in fact, she was probably somewhere in the top 50. In her mind though, spreading anti-imperial propaganda wasn't *That* Bad. None the less, this individual seemed to not know, or not care who she was... And her feet hurt...\n\"That capitol? Never! I'd hate to end up there prematurely.. Anyways, where are you headed? Obviously away from the capitol, from what I can tell.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Indeed I am.\"*The Elf would say in response. It seemed this woman didn't care much for the Elven Capitol. How intriguing.*\"By the way, if you're trying to escape the Capitol. You're heading in the wrong direction.\"*He'd give a tilt of his head as if in gesture for her to follow him before eventually continuing down his path.*\"Heading towards Lymia.\"*The Elf would continue before looking back at her.*\"But pretty strange for an Elf to show such a disliking to our Capitol.\"*He'd raise an eyebrow, though hidden beneath the pig mask he wore, it was still quizzical. Of course he didn't care much for the woman's seeming hatred of the place. He didn't like it much either.*" } ]

[ { "author": "anderred", "message": "\"Well then, I hope you wouldn't mind a bit of company on your journey, wherever you may be going? I'm sure the road gets awful lonely with just yourself and a horse.\" She grinned, hopping that her fellow brethren would take her up on that offer to bring her along, as for the capitol question, she choose to ignore it for now and move on with her day. Afterall, if he was of the law it was likely he would have drawn his sword already." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Sure, tag along. I suppose it can get lonely at times.\"*He'd say in a casual tone as if that were a fact any traveler would know of.*\"Of course there's always talking to the horse the whole way, but I'm afraid that conversation is pretty one sided.\"*His horse would let out a huff in response, almost as if he understood the comment. It seemed Terrel didn't mind the other company of the other Elf, most likely used to picking up other travelers along the way in his times of going to several other countries.*" }, { "author": "anderred", "message": "Thaeril reached her hand up to be let onto the horse, taking the time to inspect this traveler a little more closely, he seemed trust worthy but at the same time, she didn't feel like getting all of her things stolen and then sold on some slave market in a dark and dreary back street.. \n\"Oh, name's Thaeril, by the way. What might the name of the one who's just saved me the walking be? And eh, where might we be headed to?\"\n\nI get called in on my day off to help around the kennels and end up being gone from 1200 to 2100" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*His horse would shift as the woman would try to climb up on him, causing Terrel to readjust his hold on Carl's lead as he would hold him still so he could help Thaeril to climb up on him. Once secured, he'd tug his horse along, continuing the steady trot.*\"Name's Terrel.\"*He'd answer back.*\"Traveling Mercenary, so never really telling where to go at times. I've been thinking Lymia for now seeing as I haven't had many chances to visit there.\"*He'd say.*\"What about you? Just aimlessly walking in circles trying to wander away from the Capitol?\"*He'd chuckle at the question, mostly in her questionable sense of direction.*" }, { "author": "anderred", "message": "\"Well, yes, essentially yes. Ehhh... How do I say it, the capitol is eh, boring. You see, I am a traveling... Eh, how say... Traveling Priest! I am Irtutian, so naturally I attempt to spread the great Irtutian ways to the rest of the Empire!\" \nShe grinned, flashing her pearly whites with her response. All she could do now was hope that this 'Mercenary' wasn't somehow aware that she had a bit of a price on her head, or better yet, was in fact, after her this whole time and him being kind was just an elaborate ruse... Though she was a bit of a optimist.\n\nOk i'm gonna go to bed\n\nSorry not a lot happened today" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Right. Boring.\"*He'd say in a dubious tone, most likely from the way she seemed to hate on the idea of going to the Capitol. Surely boredom didn't warrant that much of a disliking, but he supposed it gave reason for traveling away. It was hard for some things to get past Elves with their natural ability of reading someone's intention through looking at them alone, though he didn't seem to care much for his new, most likely temporary, traveling buddy's potential schemes. At the mention of her being a priest, however, he'd let out a deep sigh. Not another one. After trying to take out a Monastery full of Elven priests, the thought of there being another one around only fueled his suspicion of keeping an eye out for the survivors.*\"Irutian priest, eh? How about you preach something for me then. It's going to be a long walk.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "anderred", "message": "\"Well, eh.. Irutrian is more of eh.. More of a culture group. You know, like, a subculture of Silnaria. It's kind of, eh... Hard to preach, I suppose.. Anyways, not to change the subject, but where do you hail from? Hovia or Ulnoor, perhaps another city? Or are you from some nameless little village like I?\"\nShe began to inquire into Terrel's beginnings, moving to change the subject of preaching and what not, since, Afterall, she was no priest. More of an Idealist.." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Nameless Village.\"*The Elf would answer without much thought. With the sudden subject change, despite her words, it seemed like she didn't have much to say in answer of it. Though he supposed that was a positive side. Hopefully, anyways. He didn't know much about the other priests' religion from what he heard of them, but maybe her not answering gave him something to work with. She also claimed to be from some unnamed village. Maybe there was still hope for not working around here yet.*\"You wouldn't happen to be a priest at a Monastery around here, would you?\"*The Elf would question out of the blue, deciding to take his chances. It could at least answer one or two things.*" }, { "author": "anderred", "message": "\"Monastery? Me? No, of course not. I'm more of a wondering preacher. Spreading the word to the lower classes and the rural farmers and the likes. Perhaps you'd like to hear about it someday, or on our journey to wherever you plan on taking us?\"\nThaeril moved to change the subject, as she had a suspicion that as a Mercenary he had run into some crazed locals in the area that hadn't been so friendly towards him, in fact, she had heard something about some weird cultist or what not near here but she thought it was bogus." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*How fortunate for her. Part of Terrel was beginning to suspect a link between her and the rest. Luckily enough, it seemed he was safe for now.*\"My plans are simply traveling throughout Ramul Ta. You may tag along for as long as you prefer.\"*He'd say in response to her, not minding her presence with however long she chose to stay with his long his journeys typically took. He was used to be people coming and going at this point, never really sticking to one group for long. What he didn't mention, however, was not wanting to put up with anything that would unnecessarily warrant his travels.*\"I'm guessing you'd want to go visit the steppes in that case then.\"*The Elf would add as she explained her teachings, seemingly having some knowledge of farm land around there which was most likely due to him being a steppe Elf.*" } ]

[ { "author": "anderred", "message": "\"Hm. Perhaps. Though my village and family where more oriented around Warhorse breeding than actual farming. Anyways, I suppose you wouldn't mind me following along for a while? Maybe I'll stick around for a bit, maybe not. Only time will tell.\"\nShe thought about it for a moment, the last time he had truly traveled or left Silnaria was when she herself was employed as a mercenary soldier among a much larger group than Terrel. And even then, she didn't recall leaving the Empire for more than a combined total of 2 or 3 hours.." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Do you know how to do anything else besides occasionally spreading your religion wherever you go?\"*He'd ask back in response to her question of letting her tag along. It would seemingly suggest that he didn't mind the company, though a free loader he didn't care to bring with him everywhere he went. Most travelers typically had some skill to help them survive, though if this wasn't her case, he may simply take her to Lymia and let her stay there while he continued his journey alone.*\"Road can get dangerous ahead, better off I'm not taking a priest along when they're at risk of getting shot, stabbed, or eaten out there. Don't you think?\"*He'd say the last part in a more thoughtful tone to drive the idea that it's more of her safety issue than him not wanting to have to watch after her the whole way which only the latter was actually true. He was too used to the eventfulness to care much of what happened to people he just met.*" }, { "author": "anderred", "message": "\"Well I've been more than just a simple 'priest'. Just like I'm sure that you weren't always a mercenary, I wasn't always a Priest. I was a soldier once! You know! I stood in line with the Imperial Legions that faced off against the Hordes of Beastkin.. I know how to wield a sword and follow commands. Unlike you, I'm probably better trained and equipped for a sword fight. Hmph.\"\nShe patted her Sabre that sat in it's sheath, it looked a little worn around the edges but one could easily tell that it was one of a lower ranking officer." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would raise a hidden eyebrow as he'd look back over to her. Seems like they were finally getting somewhere. A soldier was she? Well not everyday you witness a priest with the stomach to fight.*\"Oh really, and what legion was that?\"*He'd ask in an somewhat teasing tone as if to jab at her in her pouty demeanor. If she was really as good as she says, the Elf was fine with letting her come along. Though a soldier ranking hardly mattered much to him in terms of combat. A rank could mean so little at the end of the day when it comes to a fight.*\"Not often I meet a priest with the will to fight.\"*He'd continue before having a slight pause.*\"Well actually, maybe I do.\"" }, { "author": "anderred", "message": "\"Well if you must know, Archduke Trath Teosneist Legion's. I was a lower ranking Officer. I had a handful of men under my command and I'd say I had done an excellent job in keeping them disciplined and looking tidy..\" \nIn truth, her unit was just barely average and more often then not her Commanding Officer's shuffled her to the rear of the formations and was often an underused vanguard unit, save for two or three occasions.. In response to the priest comment, however; \"What do you mean? Have you actually met others?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You can say I've met a decent handful.\"*The Elf would say, slowing his words up slightly as if thinking as he spoke.*\"We had a nice, little conversation over the clashing of swords and magic. But don't worry about that, they're fiiine.\"*With the way he said the last part, it would suggest otherwise. Only would it be confirmed as he'd add on the last bit.*\"Well two of them anyways. I can't say the same for the rest.\"*One would not think it a dreadful conversation what with the way he casually spoke of it, more than likely doing this quite often. He had nothing against the priests. It was simply his job that they made much harder than he'd care to admit.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Eldacar MoonBryn", "message": "*As Eldacar stepped out of his family's hut, he felt a gentle breeze blow as he has finally gained his long-awaited freedom, with some money saved and many long nights he is free to do as he pleases. He would look up to the cloudless sky, thinking of what the world might await him. The city of Cesinor is packed with people all kinds, people worried about the border, their next meal, and the iron hand of their current leaders protecting the border from the threat of invasion. *\n\n*This all felt like a heavyweight being lifted off Eldacars shoulders, no longer did he bear the stress of protecting the city. A faint smile would decorate his face as he makes his way through the streets towards a supply shop that has given him an offer that peaked his interest. His first quest as a free man, ready to explore the world beyond. The local supply store was near the heart of the city, with all manners of locals, soldiers and even some faces unknown to the rest of the population could be found here.*\n\n*He stepped into the supply store and had a quick look around, he has known the spot since young as this particular supply store kept many weapons and even requests for those willing to take them on. He lowered his hood and a servant showed him where his personal belongings could be kept for the rest of his visit. Eldacar travelled light wearing his Gambeson armour, a cloak and a face full of enthusiasm.* \n\n\"Good day, sir, you have a request for me?\" He said to the manager noticing quite a few more odd faces than usual at the desk.\n\n\"Ah yes, finally ready to get some fresh air, this could only do you good, please take a seat in the back I'll be there shortly\".\n\n*Eldacar made himself comfortable in the waiting area, a small but comfortable area in the front of the shop.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would silently make his way along the streets of Cesinor, the city carrying with it a reminder of the Elven entitlement while lacking the Empire feel Ulnoor typically gave off. Unlike most Silnari, Terrel wasn't one to overtly compliment the accomplishments of the republic, instead riding on the low end of the stick of constantly having to hear about it despite the lack of him feeling associated with the things Elves typically did. Magic was one of them, though he had long since given up on that path in deciding to take up swordsmanship instead.\n\nIt was evident enough in the things he carried. The hilt of a large sword that sat across his back while he walked about in heavy armor. Each step seemed to carry the sound of metal touching one another, but he preferred being more prepared than not in most situations, especially when doing Mercenary jobs that most wouldn't agree with. Seeing a supply store off the side of the road, Terrel had decided that this wouldn't be a bad place to take a quick pitstop at for resupplying and thusly, he'd turn to head inside. Upon entering he'd glance around the small wares of this place, not taking notice of the Tholian sitting in waiting with his own light set of armor and cloak he wore.\n\nThe differences between the two were much more evident within a smaller distance of each other. Terrel's tall stature and cloaked frame accompanied by the mask of a pig he'd wore across his face. It didn't cover his mouth, though in the neutral expression he provided it often made it hard to tell whatever emotion he as portraying behind it. His armor brought a heaviness to it, though he walked ever so casually in it, most likely growing used to it over his time of wearing it.*\n\n*He'd pass by the man, long locks of pink hair weaving with the same shifting motion as the red cloak he wore while he walked by the different shopping items. To him, it seemed like the shopkeeper wasn't in right now, which made him feel free to explore at his own leisure. At first it seemed like he'd go about his own task without so much as acknowledgment to the other man in the room, though in noticing him sitting about, the voice of the Elf would eventually travel towards him.*\"Know anything worth taking?\"*He'd ask him casually in a way that made it uncertain of whether or not he was actually talking to him if not for the fact that Terrel was glancing back towards him in waiting for a response. He had been going on for quite a while without much interaction on the road, leaving his voice more gruff than it already naturally was.*" }, { "author": "Eldacar MoonBryn", "message": "*Eldacar would lean forward as the new masked figure grabs his attention the moment he enters. Being a local for so long he knows the general look of other's in the area, and knew that this elf wasn't from these parts. After studying the the stature and looks of the elf, he was a bit shook by the gruff voice.*\n\n*Being a rather shy elf he had a quick glance of the room in hopes the question was for someone else. Realizing there wasn't much else to talk to, Eldacar replied in a rather sooth voice attempting to be a friendly character. He was rather interested in the elf, mainly due to the mask and red cloak* \n\n\"That would depend on what you need, but in general this is my go to shop. You seem to be traveling rather well equipped. Where you off to?\"\n\n*Eldacar appeared to not have much color on him clothing wise. Everything he wore tanned in lighter and darker browns, everything rather good quality. With many daggers wrapped on his pants and around his belt, he was a man of devious trades. His hair was long on top with a pony tale, and short on the sides, and had rather pale light purple skin. He was a little bit on edge with the casual patron, and was leaning forward, in not per say in position of defense. But rather to take action if the situation called for it.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would let out an exhale of air, something that could have been determined as a light chuckle as he'd mill about the store with a lightness as if the task of buying carried little rush than any other pass time.*\"Monster hunting mainly.\"*He'd say to the man. The Elf had found himself moving onwards to tracking beasts nowadays, finding there to be potential reward in their falling for his own greedy intent. Mercenary work was always an option for him, though as battles got harder he found himself needing to be more equipped and, with that, finding himself doing tasks he wasn't as accustomed to. He'd pick up a small satchel, one that can easily be thrown over one's back for any extra supplies they may need to carry separately. Terrel of course had a mount of his own with their saddle bags intact, however, with his current missions, he felt it better to not get his steed involved in such things.* \n\n\"I suppose it's nothing newer than the things most travelers pass through looking for. Supplies, gear, extra food for travel. I've been traveling northward enough to know that hunting out food won't be an option. Not that I'd consider myself much of hunter.\"*He'd say, trailing further into the store to the point where he had gone out of view.*\"Didn't think I'd wind back around here, but I guess the world has its surprises.\"*Even out of sight, his voice carried enough to hear. Not loud per say, but simply audible. He'd reappear once more from his short exploration, this time staring directly towards the man in looking him over.*\n\n\"What about you?\"*He'd ask him. It was simply a casual question to fill the space, but with this being one of the few around, the Elf figured he had time.*\"Traveling about to see which element you prose the most threat with?\"*He had grown up enough around Elves to have to listen to their own discoveries of their magic, at this point submitting to the stereotype being common enough to assume the same of the man before him. He didn't look like much of an adventurer to him. At least not one expecting to get into many brutish fights. Perhaps he was simply traveling. Traveling light nonetheless, though it wasn't like Terrel ever saw mages in heavy gear anyways.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Eldacar MoonBryn", "message": "\"Yes, that old man will take his time. The guard has told tales of his eyes perusing every female that passes. His most likely chatting one up in the back.\"\n\n*Eldacar would giggle, and take out another peace of bread and hold it out to Terrel as a sign of good gesture. Eldacar hasn't shared many meals with strangers, but he felt like its something he should do. He didn't have many friends, so why not take a chance.*\n\n\"Despite it being busy here his business only picks up mid day. The mornings are usually for meetings and what not. You seem rather capable, why not travel south with me? I myself could use a hand, and there is good money in it for you too.\"\n\n*Eldacar said that with a bit of doubt in his voice, he hasn't traveled this far before, and he had nothing but high hopes. He knows that the journey may hold many dangers and someone with more experience could only be helpful. He would sit back for a moment and think, as foot steps from the nearby hall fill the room. *\n\n\"Speaking of the devil, if you interested in that job you should stick around. He is about to give me a whole speech about the shortages in the city nearby. Its not always easy making honest coin in these areas.\"\n\n*Eldacar knew that all to well, as this job was a one way ticket out of City. He has been saving penny's for a long time, while he has accumulated a fair amount of gold. He know he couldn't live off savings forever.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Of course. Terrel would think to himself. What was a small town without a shop owner taking their time with their services? At least he wasn't in a rush or anything, leaving him to simply stand in waiting while Eldacar spoke to him. His gaze would shift over to him as he'd offer a piece of the bread to which Terrel would grab it after a short pause and would pop it in his mouth. It was at least something to distract while he waited, listening to the man mentioning some business opportunity.*\n\n\"Listen. Love the offer, really, but I doubt whatever job this man is paying you to do would be worthwhile enough in my eyes.\"*He'd look the man up and down, noticing the light armor he wore and little supply he seemed to carry in comparison to himself. Maybe it was wrong to look down on him, but small tasks had never interested the Elf ever since he had started taking on more dangerous jobs.*\n\n\"There's never such thing as honest coin. Every bit of money comes from being touched by lies and deceit.\"*He'd say, facing away from him, though mostly staring off into space.*\"If you plan to grow in riches you'll end up doing one of two things. Either hunting down those in the radar of the rich or become one of those in the radar of the rich. Maybe by then, you'd become fortunate enough to join in their riches instead of being a pawn in their game or, I suppose there's always working here living beneath them.\"*He'd tilt his head a bit to the side in thought, causing the ear flaps of his pig mask to the flop to the side in him thinking over something.*\"But that's just the way I see it. I'm sure someone out there will tell you different and allow you to believe it too.\"*While his words came rather blunt and negative in a way, Terrel could only summarize how his jobs typically go. It wasn't like he expected anything different of it, but over time, he began to notice a pattern in them and a pattern in his decisions of taking them. Nonetheless, he does it for the gold, so whatever morale one might think he has would often be thrown away in the one thing that mattered to everyone. Money.*" }, { "author": "Eldacar MoonBryn", "message": "\"I know what you mean. Any coin that hasn't gone through a thieves hand isn't coin at all. It's more a principle of convivence. The offer is nice and all, money is good but by no means the end goal. If it puts a plate of food on my table, how can I complain. And in the end, whether I'm used by the rich or join them, I want to see the next horizon on the day. I'm in it for the journey, nothing else matters to me. No thrill of the hunt, not the adrenaline of a sword in my hand. A simple breeze in a land unknown would be my thrill. \"\n\n*Eldecar was deep in thought as the last sentence rolled out. His face filled with a slight smile. He hasn't shared his dreams of a great journey with many. Most people in the city would call him a fool. Why live such a harsh life to see the sun set else where. This made him quite the outcast with others. He sat back and looked to the street once more.*\n\n\"You are not wrong, all coin is tainted in this world. And that will be done by both our hands. And its tale only time will tell. I'm no fool, you have better things to do with your time I'm sure. If not for coin, then how about a travel companion till the next city. You are leaving for Lymia, I will be heading in the same direction. And if you want I don't care about the coin, we can split it half ways. \n\n*The shopkeeper walked over to Eldacar and handed him a letter, showing him the number 5 on his hands. He took the letter and stuffed it in his bag. No words where spoken, a simple nod of the head and it appears all business is done. The Shopkeeper ignored Terrel, till after the letter was handed, focused on the small task on hand. And after gave him a smile before returning to his general post, as the shopper should have been.*\n\n*Eldacar gave Terral a glance once more before taking another bite of his bread. Still comfortable in his seat, and in no rush to leave. His one leg resting on the other, and starting writing note in a small book he retrieved from under his cloak. At a quick glance there would appear to be quite a few drawings of a rather noticeable plant in the area. As he was making his notes a calm voice would disturb the silence. *\n\n\"Its no thieves deal if that is what you are wondering. All that is required is to deliver the note in time, and we get paid. I'm in no rush, give that offer a good thought. Although if I where you id make haste, before the old man disappears again.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Trust me, if I wanted the pocket change, I'd just take it off a random drunkard idiotic enough to fall asleep in a tavern.\"*He'd say, looking over towards the shopkeeper as he had gone back to his post. The Elf doubted whatever the letter was would pay much. If anything it was probably just some grunt work that need to be done.\n\nIn listening to the man's words about being fine as long as there was food on the table, Terrel would flash his gaze towards him.*\"Now that's where you and I differ.\"*His tone carried all the more seriousness to it, though as he spoke, it began to calm more.*\"One can only be a pawn in so many jobs and get blamed for association by those that don't see the benefits in it. I do things for the money, nothing more and with any luck I wouldn't have to be doing jobs for others anymore. It only leads to more hatred when someone disagrees with your line of work.\"\n\n*He'd pause, hands folding back within the concealment of his cloak as grew lost in thought.*\"One can ever do a job for their own sake anymore, as long as it's wrong in another's eyes, you'll be targeted upon association.\"*Eventually he'd refocus on Eldacar, realizing he was rambling.*\"Ah, but I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about that. You're living the simple life as what? A delivery boy I'm assuming?\"*He'd ask eyeing the letter for a short moment before he'd turn away from the other Elf.*\"Worst thing you'd have to deal with are petty bandits, but I'm sure you'd have the support of the people on your side for that no matter the outcome of who survives it.\"\n\n*Terrel would walk up to the shopkeeper, placing the bag he had grabbed onto the counter before paying the few silver for it upon purchase. In doing so he'd soon return back.*\"At any rate, I don't mind the company. It gives me much more to talk to than just a horse. Those conversations are pretty one sided anyways.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Eldacar MoonBryn", "message": "*Eldacar would smile at Terrel's rambling. Finding him rather amusing. Eldacar didn't have any opinion on money, not where it came from and surly, he didn't want to be a delivery boy forever. But what else could he do. Business is business in his eyes and who knows. An adventure with an another was more than enough for the what its worth.*\n\n\"You have a rather straightforward way of doing things. I admire that, I hope our difference's can cover our weaknesses. But I assure you, I'm not planning on taking petty jobs forever. And I hope you can teach me your ways of horse whispering on the road.\"\n\n\"Well at that note, I am all well prepared. Enough food for a day or four, but im sure i can find something better on the road. I guess you can tell, I travel with only the essentials. I'm not a big fan of horses. Well, when you are all done and ready we can head out. And if you need the rest, we can discuss that outside, I know of a good inn to fill up at before the journey.\"\n\n*Eldecar got up from his seat, his hands reaching towards the sky as he stretches. He grabbed all his things, a simple backpack, well stashed under his cloak. A well made bow hanging from his shoulder, with the quiver and arrows on his lower back. Everything easy to access when ever the occasion arises. He walked out of the store and leaned out front of the store his new travel companion. The city seemed to have been filled with merchants of all kinds. Eldacar could find some peace within the chaos. He was able to cut out most of the noise and for a moment have his mind wonder.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I used to think differences covered weaknesses.\"*He'd say, pushing the door open so as to be able to partially step outside while he waited for Eldacar to catch up.*\"But at this point I'd take anyone who doesn't plan to strangle me in the middle of me getting a job done or frankly anyone that could just do the job we were supposed to do.\"*With Eldacar soon coming outside as well, Terrel would allow the door to close before turning to begin making progress towards Lymia.*\"You can probably tell I don't have the best history with teammates, but I'm willing to sit and wait to see how long that record goes on for. Who knows, maybe I'll be lucky one day?\"\n\n*A weak laugh escaped him, but in tossing his bag over his shoulder, he decided to look past the old thoughts. He was fine with doing things on his own if it ensured getting stuff done more efficiently which seemed to be the case for the most part. The Elf would walk over to where he had left his horse, the lead being tied up to a pole before Terrel would go to make progress in loosening it back up. \n\nHe'd listen to the man's joke about him teaching the ways of speaking to horses. A light smirk would appear on his face.*\"It's an advanced technique that few are able to master, but with enough years of practice, maybe you will be able to become an amateur at it.\"*He'd take one glance back at him before returning to look at his horse.*\"Give or take a few hundred years.\"" }, { "author": "Eldacar MoonBryn", "message": "\"Well at least you didn't have to sit through 5 years of small talk, by the Gods please don't mention the weather. I would rather go through some of those strangling sessions. On a more serious note, it does sound like you have had a rough time with partners. The captain of the guards matches one of your past partners. He was rather brutal to new ones who joined our ranks.\" \n\n*Eldacar would walk along side with Terral as he spoke with a smile. He already felt at peace, but also felt sorry for the fellow elf. He may not have been betrayed, but certainly knew how bad it is to work with untrusted ones. The captain had his favorites, and kept people in line with fear. When they got near the horse he took a moment to stare. He also kept a bit of a distance. He wasn't a big fan of horses.*\n\n\"Now that you have mentioned it, it may indeed take a few hundred years before I get your skills.\" \n\n*A clear face sign showed that he wasn't very fond of them.*\n\n\"You know, I could never get on these guys for too long. I tend to spend more time on the ground than on the horse when riding. You practice mounted combat often?\"\n\n*He asked as turns his attention to the front gates leading to Lymia, ready to walk alongside Terral. The guards seemed more on duty than ever in the past few years. The inner workings of the new captain was a harsh one. And a system he wouldn't want to remember for long.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"That's basically traveling for me, except no one responds.\"*He'd so jokingly in Eldacar disliking the constant small talk.*\"I guess there's always walking in silence though. Makes it easier to hear when something is trying to sneak up on you in the wilderness.\"*The Elf would listen to him explain how his captain was brutal with others. Honestly at this point, Terrel figured that not being completely blunt to another would just lead them with a false idea of who you were. Perhaps the brutality was not needed, but sometimes it takes a lot to get a message across. He of course, didn't say it aloud, more focused on grabbing his horse and leading him back over only to notice the other Elf's discomfort in him being around.\n\nBeing asked if he'd practice mounted combat, Terrel would give a shake of his head.*\"Can't say I have. Not that there's much reason for me to. I wouldn't want to put Carl here in danger. It's already hard enough keeping him alive without sending him straight into a battlefield. Besides, he was the family's favorite, can't have him getting killed out here.\"\n\n*He'd give his horse a pat on the snout.*\"He's mainly for traveling and carrying extra supplies. Maybe I'll get him a nice stable somewhere outside of the empires. Wouldn't trust anyone else to keep him well taken care of.\"*He'd turn away, saying:*\"But if you'd rather keep your distance from him, you can always walk on the other side of the path and talk to him from further away. I'm sure he'll be able to hear you despite it.\"" }, { "author": "Eldacar MoonBryn", "message": "*Eldacar would chuckle a little. Feeling a bit more at ease. He could tell the journey ahead is something to look forward to. He would pick up a slow pace towards the gates. Not looking back, not missing anything from his past.*\n\n\"Eh, I can walk along side Carl, tis not a problem. Just don't expect me to get too \"Chummy\". Family favorite or not. And silence can be good, cant imagine talking all the way. Although I'm sure we have better things to talk about than just the weather haha\"\n\n*Eldacar would take out 2 copper coins to pay the guard in front. A common small ritual among the city protectors. Almost like a small take care fee. The gates where rather big, clearly compensating for something. But beyond those doors lied a vast land, open fields, fresh air and plenty of small plants and many trees dancing along with the breeze. The land of Drase in all its glory. Eldacar went a bit a head to pay his coins to the fellow guard. The doors opened as they smiled. *\n\n\"So across the border, huh, you know Lymia well? I have never been to any of the cities, but I know the lands near this one pretty well.\"\n\n*He would say as he readjusts his backpack, and steps in his boots.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"What? Worried he'll steal your boots in the night?\"*Terrel would joke.*\"Come on, why you hate horses hm? Had a bad run in with one that completely scarred you for the rest of your life? Or do you just hate mounts?\"\n\n*He wouldn't pay much attention to the guards as Eldacar would pay them before heading through the gate. Terrel would simply walk out to the open fields that rested beyond it. This was what he preferred. The open land in comparison to the noisy city. He'd wait for Eldacar to catch up again before continuing outwards.*\n\n\"Well if the weather is not a good enough topic, I can always bore you with my adventures of everything I've done up until now. Though I doubt you'd want to hear the same story of someone stabbing another over and over again. Most prefer to stray away from the knowledge that people die on the daily whether or not they contribute to it.\"\n\n*Terrel wasn't quite sure what to make of Eldacar as a person, but with him mentioning a captain earlier, Terrel assumed that he must have some morals from it, otherwise he'd more likely be a rogue. He seemed to live the simple life, but wasn't oblivious to those doing more questionable jobs, so maybe there was some getting through to him.*\n\n\"Can't say I've really been to Lymia. Not as much as I should anyways. Never gone to the Capitol, but there was never much reason to go there. Right now, I just figured I'd pay it a visit, a nice smaller country to check off my list of places I've visited.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Eldacar MoonBryn", "message": "\"Ha, a fighter and a comedian, now if we could get my fear of horses out of the way, we could start a traveling circus. I fell a great deal of times. I guess I tend to go by foot, take my time. Not like we in a hurry. Besides we walked a great distance and all I know is the next city is indeed in this direction. A story would do well, i doubt it will bore me. And any one who strays from common knowledge is a fool. \"\n\n*Eldacar would walk along side Terral. For quite a while they would walk. City behind them ever shrinking, the hills holding their ground. Its was peaceful, the fresh breeze from the northan seas cooling the very road they walked on. A river could be seen far head of them. There where some houses far and wide inbetween, farmers for the nearby city no doubt. Here and there a man walking the lands. At this pace they may enter no mans land sooner than thought. As time goes by Eldacar knew this will be one of many nights under the stars with Terral, he can only but hope he is not the snoring type.*\n\n*As they kept walking a peaceful silence has fallen upon the two adventurers. Eldacar kept his ears up, listening to the steps of the horse, the flap of his cloak, he was a keen listener, and heard things many wouldn't, he focused and listened to his surroundings. Just nature. He smelled, the air only tainted by Carl. After a great pause of silence with nothing but the wind and an occasional hello from the local farmers. Eldacar decided to break the silence for a bit.*\n\n\"So, when did you first pick up your blade?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would fall silent after in Eldacar's statement of his stories not boring him. Terrel doubted that. His own stories bored him at times. He didn't think of himself as the best story teller, but with how long they've been walking it seemed he didn't need to worry about it for a long while. The air was filled with an absence of much conversation, allowing Terrel to drift off for a bit while he gazed out towards the endless landscape of city-less farm lands. He preferred it out here. Maybe he could even consider making a home in a place like this. He wasn't particularly fond of Silnaria however.\n\nHis thoughts were broken as Eldacar suddenly asked him a question, causing him to look back at the Elf in thought of what made him curious to ask it. It seemed he wanted to know when he first picked up his blade, though whether that mean his literal Greatsword or the first sword he decided to touch, Terrel would just assume he meant the latter.*\"Years ago actually, back when I still lived out in that rural town.\"*He'd say to answer his question, not much feeling backing up his voice as it was mostly him thinking back on something.*\"Magic was never really there for me, so after finding out about the other way of combat, I just went with it to see how good I could get.\"\n\n*He'd let out a light chuckle.*\"Must have been pretty good if I'm still using it though.\"*He'd state, one hand reaching down to the hilt of his arming sword. It had done a lot of work for him when he was just getting started, though now after upgrading, the Elf figured that its time to go will be quite soon.*" }, { "author": "Eldacar MoonBryn", "message": "\"I see, a rural town. I am not very fond of magics, although I do understand a fare bit of it. Never had a reason to use it. I prefer my light weaponry, daggers and bow. Never needed much else. \"\n\n*Eldacar felt like Terral wasn't very fond of conversation. Although he wanted to know his reason for battle in the first place. Seeing that they may need to fight, knowing an allies resolve is the first step trust. *\n\n\"You have a good reason for picking up that blade? \n\nA rural town must be rather peaceful. Or at least they usually are.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would listen to him explain where his fondness in magic lies which oddly enough wasn't too much. It wasn't often Terrel met another Elf that didn't wield magic of some sort. With him asking his next question, a light smirk would appear on Terrel's face.*\n\n\"Well when you want to go out into the action, it's usually better to have some form of weaponry with you unless you'd prefer ending up killed by the end of the day. Mercenary work was my dad's hobby before I made it my own. Had the chance to join once, but let's just say, the magic didn't help as much as I'd hope. But hey, we both made it out alive and soon enough, I found out how much easier it is to fight with something you can actually see.\"\n\n*He'd tilt his head back with mild amusement.*\"Consider it the rush of battle even, but nowadays I simply work as Mercenary to live life how I prefer. Rural towns are nice, but I left that place behind ages ago. Who knows though, I can end up doing the same thing I've been doing before. Living out in the Steppes, though the peacefulness is a nice plus.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Eldacar MoonBryn", "message": "\"I see. I skipped the magic lessons for what they are worth. My mother wanted me to be a scholar, but that life isn't for me. My father fought for the city we lived in. Refused to leave after the war. Got most of my skills as an archer from him. And got the night watch job from him as well. But I was young and foolish, and got caught with the wrong bunch once or twice. But now I want to live the way I want. \"\n\n*Eldacar took a deep breath*\n\n\"I'm glad we have something in common. For a moment I thought I would have to take to the woods in fear. HAHA. But there's a long road ahead. Still plenty of sun to burn out. \"\n\n*Eldacar looked focused taking his steps forward. Letting his mind wonder further off with each step. And at the same time soon, the farm lands where left behind. A great river made itself more and more present and the road more and more unkept.\nEldacar knew that they where essentially in more unknown lands. They had been for a while. The trees seemed much larger. The lands slightly more vibrant as the sun starts to take its toll.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Can never go wrong with a good bow.\"*He'd say in somewhat agreement to Eldacar taking on archery skills.*\"It'll be the thing that helps you most when mages start fighting and running. And I speak from an experience.\"*He'd let out a dramatic shudder as if thinking back on a not so fond memory before resuming his normal composure in him continuing to walk.*\"But you live you learn. Will get a lot more out of life traveling than staying in one place all the time anyways, despite what anyone else says.\"\n\n*Terrel would gaze over towards him, a grin appearing on his face though more genuine this time.*\"I chose to leave too.\"*He'd look on ahead, focusing more on where he was going for the time being.*\"Trust me, there's always a long road when you travel as long as I do. At some point it just becomes a road.\"\n\n*With those words said, silence would dawn between them. Terrel found himself focusing more on the landscape while also giving light pats to his horse as if in silent encouragement of continuing on the route. As the sun would grow closer to setting, leaving them in a more orangish glow, the Elf would finally speak once more.*\"We should probably find a good place to set up camp before it starts getting too dark out here.\"" }, { "author": "Eldacar MoonBryn", "message": "*Eldacar would look towards his seroundings as the elf breaks the silence. With his mind wonder for the past while it was asif he was in a deep meditation. And snaped back to reality. Eldacar would look towards Terral, and look at the seroundings once more. He could see some trees, to the left, not too far. Its not the mightiest of forests, but would surely offer more than enough for one nights stay.*\n\n\"Yeah thats a good call, wow, i think we have covered a great deal of land. There apears to be a small forest over there. Sure we can set up over there for the night. This area is free land, we should try cover our camp best we can, wouldnt want to attract any unwanted visitors.\"\n\n*Eldacar had a small sparcle in his eyes as sun nears its edge. He has always had more energy at night. Perhaps the moons soft touch just felt right for him. But he was always excited to camp. Infact he had the whole tent and fire starter kit ready to role out the moment they find a spot*\n\n*Eldacar started walking towards the campspot he pointed towards earlier near the forest*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Nodding along, Terrel would head off in the direction he pointed in, coming to a stop just at the edge of the forest.*\"I'll tie Carl up here for the night. Got some supplies for a light meal if you want to get the fire started.\"*He'd say to him, looping the horse's lead around the trunk of the tree. It wasn't necessarily secure in possibly preventing the horse from running away, but it was enough to keep him from wandering in the middle of the night.\n\nTerrel would reach along to the side of his horse, opening up one of the saddlebags as he fiddled around with the stuff inside it.*\"If you didn't bring any extra food on you. We'll be reduced to just the vegetables I have for the night.\"*He'd announce before glancing back towards him.*\"But a warm meal is a warm meal at the end of the day.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Eldacar MoonBryn", "message": "\"No need for your supplies tonight, lemme handle this time. And I have some meat that's been salted. Thought we could roast that tonight. It only good for a few days when wrapped up right.\"\n\n*When they got to a spot with decent clearing and Terrel tied his horse. Eldacar would put down his bag and unpack a few basic things. He collected the dead branches on the floor and within a few min had a hot ember going. Eldacar spent many nights out in the forest. Setting a camp up has become second nature to him. While the fires warm glow grew, he took out a package well wrapped in with cloth.*\n\n\"Meat still smells fine, if it where any hotter this would have gone bad.\" \n\n*Eldacar stuck a stick in the ground and hung the meat in the flames after the fire produced enough heat for the occasion. He sat next to the fire and stared into the flames that flickered ever brighter as the sun dimmed out the world around them. The night slowly crawling over the lands with its cold grasp. The winds seemed louder than before as trees danced to their presence. *\n\n\"I fear a cold night may fall upon us. You use to sleeping under the stars?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Not a big fan of meat.\"*The Elf would say casually, his nose scrunching up as the smell would fill the air before he'd lightly shake his head to and fro.*\"But more meat for you, more potatoes for me. I'll just cook mine whenever you're done.\"*The Elf would take out his own food supply, patting his horse upon his departure. \n\nHe would sit down in front of the fire, placing his items on the floor as he'd relax back with his arms propped behind him. He'd take in the cool breeze, relishing it in knowing that summer would be upon them soon and all the armor he wore would prove to be futile by the end of the day. At least spring brought some relief before its departure.\n\nHearing Eldacar speak to him, he'd glance over to him, saying:*\"Typically. Traveling between towns forces me to have to sleep outside way more often than I would have thought back at home. It was different at first, but now I've gotten used to it.\"*The Elf would lay down completely, glancing up at the clear sky.*\"Luckily the clouds aren't blocking them tonight. Not that it makes much of a difference for me.\"" }, { "author": "Eldacar MoonBryn", "message": "\"Eh, all good, didn't know meat wasn't your thing I hope you don't mind.\" \n\n*Eldacar was a little saddened by the turn of events, all he packed was dried meat and bread. He never met anyone who didn't eat meat. As time went by the night was in full effect. Bugs of all sorts could be heard, a branch snap from far away. These woods must have plenty of small critters, but none would make a good meal since Terral doesn't eat meat, Eldacar thought.*\n\n*After munching most of the meat, he would sit up right against a nearby tree and fiddle with his bow strings*\n\n\"The stars are bright, a good sign of no rain. I'll take the first watch tonight.\" \n\n*Eldacar was use to long nights, due to being part of the night watch of course. He would be calm near the fires warmth. The rustle of the trees calmed. And the wind died down. Eldacar found peace in the silence.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd wait for Eldacar to finish cooking his own food before he'd start working on allowing his vegetables to cook. It didn't quite replace the meat smell in air, but suppressing it enough for Terrel to enjoy it. He'd idly watch the fire dance in the night while listening to Eldacar announcing how he'd take first watch. Terrel had grown used to keeping watch first over his time traveling, leaving him surprised at someone else offering first.*\n\n\"Alright.\"*He'd say, picking at his own food for a while until he was satisfied enough to get some rest for the night. He'd reach into his pocket, taking out a handful of berries and raising it to the back of his head to which a small bird head would poke their head out to begin nibbling at the treat he held. It was hard to really see the creature in the dark, but it's darkened fur against the Elf's pink hair made it easier to tell of it being a Furrow of some sort. He'd move his hand away once the bird in his hair finished, soon laying back on the ground as he'd allow himself to relax some.*\n\n\"Wake me up once you start feeling tired. 'Night...\"*He'd lay down with one leg propped over the other. It was hard to tell if he was actually asleep with the mask on, though after a while of silence, one could make a guess in seeing the light rise and fall of his chest to suggest he had dozed off. They had a lot more walking ahead of them, though for now, Terrel could relax a bit with another watching over him.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Eldacar MoonBryn", "message": "*A strong breeze blew threw the forest, bits of the ash from the fore dance along with the winds morning embrace. Eldacar felt a cold chill up his spine as a tiny drop from the tree above fell on his forehead. The light was slowly crawling over the land, bits reaching out from the trees above. Eldacar slept well for a first night after a day of walking. His neck in one piece, and still breathing. He got up with the intention to start cleaning up the camp, and took a moment to look around for his traveling companion. The fresh must be dulling his senses he thought. Throughout the night he didn't hear a single wolf cry or any animal drama for that matter. He felt like these woods where not ones to stay in for all too long.*\n\n\"Terral?\"\n\n*He asked in a somewhat soft inner voice. He took another look around and stretched out slightly.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The silent air would be lightly disturbed by the rhythmic sound of brushing. Not too far away, the Elf could be seen running a brush through his horse's light brown fur. The animal would gnawing on an apple, most likely a treat from his rider to distract him while Terrel readied him up for the day. On one shoulder sat Terrel's bird, now in better view with the gentle rays of sunlight contrasting the bird's dark brown fur to the Elf's crimson colored cloak.*\"Morning.\"*He'd say back to him in hearing his name called. It seemed his traveling companion was finally awake which would mean them having to get back on the road soon enough. He'd give his horse a light stroke along his neck before finally turning around to face Eldacar.*\"Had a nice rest?\"*He'd ask, placing his horse's brush back into one of the saddlebags.*" }, { "author": "Eldacar MoonBryn", "message": "\"A fine a rest as you can get I suppose, there doesn't seem like there is much wild life in these parts. Rather strange. Anyways how did you sleep? \"\n\n*Eldacar would tie up his hair in a pony tail and gather his things. Packing all his camping items into his backpack, while taking out a bread from another compartment from the bag. It could be seen as, Eldacar loved bread. And he wouldn't travel without it. While wondering of Terrels night. He would look around once more. Something on tree caught his attention. Leaning closer to the base of the tree to inspect it. Still paying some attention to Terrel, but not as much as before. A familiar sight would make itself present to Terrel, Eldacar held out a peace of bread to him. Still staring at the moss from a bark, rather dark colored and not very healthy looking moss.* \n\n\"Would you like some bread as well? I have a few more of these.\"\n\n*He would say as the bark clearly doesn't interest him anymore. He seemed calm again. Like its something he has seen before.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Slept as well as anyone can in the middle of nowhere with an armed stranger in the area.\"*He'd say with a chuckle. Terrel would untie his horse from the tree, bringing him back over to the camp area.*\"Slept fine. I'll always prefer a place at the tavern though, but we got a long way to go until we get to the next city.\"*Being offered the bread, the Elf would silently take the piece and pop it in his mouth. There was few variety on things to eat between travels, leaving something as different as bread always a plus in his eyes. His Furrow would slowly crawl back into his hair while he'd go to mount up on Carl's back. Seeing Eldacar half focused on the tree bark, Terrel would have his horse turn slightly before saying:*\"If you're done inspecting the tree, in ready to head out when you are.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Hynes", "message": "Hynes carefully stripped strands of silk like tender beef from a small delicacy in her hand. Though 'delicacy' was rather forgiving, given half of the meat had tenderised whilst the majority had been burnt charcoal black. The lady once more had her jaw freed, her expression with a mild disgust and disappointment, un doubly at the lack of cookery.\n\nShe then turned after hearing the wriggling and squirming of the now conscious Conway, her lips overturned and her face masked by that malevolent helmet. Upon looking clearer, it was moulded to that of the shape of a skull, with protruding wings on either end. It was honestly disturbing had it been painted in a bone white. She gestured, still skewering chunks of meat onto her dagger like appendages.\n\n'I really would not suggest trying anything. Also don't move your head, I bounded your mouth near the tree for a reason. If you attempt to cast a spell or run you'll slice your throat on a blade one finger tip below your neck.\n\nShe said all this with an unenthusiastic woe, as if she was forced to recite a scripted greeting like any other store clerk or restaurant maid who was forced to work overtime. She'd cross her leg over her thig, stiff as the movement was with the armour, and held her chin up leaning against her knee.\n\n'I remember you offering a drink before even addressing my name or surrounding yours. I understand chivalry maybe dead in some cultures, but I expected you a finer gentlemen, noble boy.'" }, { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "*As soon as he heard there was a knife he stopped moving his head. Already he, could feel blood trickle down his neck from where the blade nicked him already from moving his head. He opened his head and looked at her, his eye speaking enough on how he felt in the moment. Now closer he could see in better detail of the helm of this reaper. The artist that forged it must have been quite skilled to have captured the shape of fear in an object. He would speak but his gag prevented him from such actions at the moment.*\n\n*She could see his demeanor change as he realized the situation he was truly in. He had been caught, and escape would probably mean death. She could see as the despair and anger washed down his face as he accepted his fate. Despair, because he would now be returning to his father. Back to life of a living doll or an assassin doing his father's bidding. Anger, cause this was his fault. He had been foolish enough to get caught. That damned letter that he asked for.*\n\n*But there was nothing he could do now. If he struggled he would die. Honestly he was considering, that option more and more as seconds passed. Maybe he could be reborn as a child of a different lord? Maybe he would return in a different time? To a different world. A different life where wasn't the slave to the man he called father.*" }, { "author": "Hynes", "message": "The fanged devil stood, her eyes fixated on his as the masked face bore a piercing glare, as if to penetrate his skin and reap into his mind. The brown fair skinned elf, who stood several heads her own height was writhing at her mercy. Having been forced to look straight ahead, his eye would eventually loose track of Hynes as she disappeared into view below his neck. \n\n'You know, It is rather rude to loose eye contact when somebody. . . Asks you a question. You wasted my time, so I will waste some of yours. You force me to chase you. . . I'll force you to chase a means of \"Escape\".'\n \nShe spoke ironically, as if to mock his bound tongue playfully knowing there is no possibility in fulfilling her request. Conway then felt the smooth cold metal of one of her fingers slowly perk across his neck, tracing upwards where a gash had formed upon him initially bracing the stake aimed at his throat. It wrapped around his mouth ravishing his lips, before slowly lowering the gag across his mouth. His teeth then bit the metal, as Hynes slowly coiled her metal gauntlet between his lip, and with a gentle tug, forced his head to tilt downwards - the edge of the blade now truly kissing his wetted throat. Her soulless eye moulding then met his own, with a miniscule slit he could just barely make out an image of moonlight.\n\n'That's better boy, I expected better manners from a claimed son of noble. Now, tell me . . . What *Was* Your name. And - also, do you really want to live?'\n\nThe glittering shining gem inside her helmet was now apparent, an iris, clear and silver grey like the moon itself. It could have perhaps been captivating, had his attention not been staggered by the now growing cut on his throat. It was merely a surface skin wound, however a scar would nevertheless form across. The metallic taste then left his mouth as Hynes cupped his chin, gesturing him to speak, the cloth gag thankfully falling across his mouth and resting as a blanket between his skin and the blade." }, { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "*Conway followed her with his eyes, locking his gaze with hers as she appeared in his line of sight. He could feel her metal fingers touch his skin, tracing up to the area where he had been cute already. But he didn't flinch, he remained perfectly still. His neck burned from the pain of the cut, but he pushed the idea of pain from his mind. Ironically, his father had had him trained to to be operational despite significant amounts of pain. So he was able to keep his eyes on her even as she manhandled his jaw, forcing him to look at her directly. Now the blade was digging into his skin, but he was still yet to react.* \n\n*He worked his jaw for a moment as he looked her in the eye, that single silver coin that he could see resting within her helm. And if she was really looking into his eyes, Hynes would see fear. She would see a fire, a aging defiance that refused to back down. Conway felt no fear in this moment. He searched his mind and heart and could not find a trace of the emotion within him. Besides, what could she do to him that his father hadn't already.*\n\n*He took a breath,* \"My name is Conway Bain Afolabi. Do your worst. Death will always be the better alternative to bondage. One way or another, I will be free from that man.\" *He leaned his head back, against the trunk of the tree, closing his eyes. This time when he closed them he didn't brace himself. He seemed relaxed and he was. He had been on the run for months and was just tired. And he figured he had put up a good fight. So if this was how he was ten then so be it.*" }, { "author": "Hynes", "message": "A frenzied grin grew on Hynes, clearly she had been sadistically enjoying the anguish that Conway had been feeling. Particularly as she pierced into his eyes and was met with the capitulation of ultimate fear. Perhaps it served her ego, perhaps her ego was long ago separated, and she merely was fulfilling some perverted sense of pleasure. Regardless, she was *Hungry* For it. Hungry for the wave of despair which punctured his heart to the tree. However there was more, perhaps a defensive mechanism which aimed to cease the weakness from devouring his mind. A certain resistance in his kindled eyes which resonated, though weakly, to the hell-fired inferno that had once been scorched her own.\n\nHe then spoke of death being an alternative release, which made her cringe at the thought. *Conway*, it was unfamiliar, yet not at all too surprising. In sincerity, she wished to light the flame ablaze in his heart, make it race, throb and trash until death. She wanted to see him fight till the last, be it out of his desire to attain freedom or his desire to strike at her. She'd hold the tip of her dagger under his neck, forcing him to recoil back further, as much as once might physically articulate. She then clawed the blade from his neck at ease, her gauntlet simply squeezing it in between her hand as she held it to her side. Once more she rested her knife like finger upon his left eyebrow, carving a small scar from the base to his cheek as she gestured for him to gaze upon her once more. Her devilish movements, so slow yet so invasive, carving his flesh in a single movement, as if she was playing a game.\n\n'Do you know the difference of a hungry fisherman and a well fed one?'" }, { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "*Here was the problem, when she looked Conway in the eyes, she didn't see fear. As she placed the knife beneath his throat, he didn't recoil. At this point he had, fully accepted whatever she would do to him. It occurred to him in the small fleeting moment that he had been conscious that, his life had never been his own. He had spent most of it acting as a doll and pawn in someone else game. His father using him as a tool to obtain more power in the political game within the Silnarian Empire. The only moment where his life had been his own had been when he was on the run. Unable to make friends, to settle down in a community, or to find a cause or a flag that he could trust. He realized that a lot of his life had been stolen. His chance of find love, continuing his family line, raising his own children, all thing he would never see if he was to die here. But that was okay, he had enjoyed the small amount of freedom he had.* \n\n*His thoughts had been interrupted as the woman began to rake the claw of her gauntlet down his face. His jaw clenching as the new pain raked through his head. Blood began to pour from the wound, blinding his left eye for the moment. He did as he was told, looking up at her. Now he could feel something. A new emotion that was swelling from within him. Hate, not for her directly. But in general. He just hated that how he was forced to endure this because of the disgusting greed of a single pathetic old man. The emotion was strong enough for Conway to change his mind. He would not die here. He would live and hunt his father, killing him. But in order to do that, Conway needed to be stronger, so much stronger.* \"What is the difference?\" *There was venom in his words, as she see that fire grow brighter.*" }, { "author": "Hynes", "message": "'Both fisherman still search for fish. Yet only the hungry one eats his catch. The well fed fisherman doesn't need the food. *So she lets them back into the waters.* So, why does the well fed one even still bother?'\n\nLike a distant star, a passing stranger, or the last burning remnant of coal fire still trying to devour the air to lit itself once more, Hynes could feel the change in wind. When his eyes met hers she could feel the growing anguish, the torment which had been kept locked away deep in the recesses of that man's heart. It wasn't in his nature to posses such things, such unbridled hatred, such lust for life. Hynes' devilish grin now shun in full gleam, as her canines made themselves abundant, lubricated with the miasma of poisonous blood.\n\n'*She* Bothers because **She likes it**, not because she needs to.*'\n\nThe vampire now tearing into his flesh threatened his life once more, with a sly movement pressing her the wetted blade across his blood stained cheek. Turning away from him, her grin faded into a sinister growl, her hangs beading with ferocious hunger as her head bent down toward his feet. Blade in hand, he could then witness a sudden twirl of her wrist, sending the blade plummeting toward his head.\n\n**GNASH!**\n\nConway would feel himself drop, his former arms suspending him on the branch now cut loose at the tope, the blade etched to the tree with a deep engraving. Hynes stood watching, observing his movements and waiting for his sudden reaction. She then confronted him with words, laced with her tongue and once more keeping him in suspense with her abstract lecture.\n\n'But if the fish has no desire to swim, then surely it would simply be merciful I kill it out of the water?'" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would walk across the path he usually took to head towards Mentia, this trail usually leading through a forest where he typically camped out at whenever night fell. Midday still sat heavy above him, but at least now the heat wasn't so bad as it used to be even with the heavy armor he wore. By his side would be a horse, strapped to the lead that the Silnari held.*\"I'll admit, probably wasn't the best idea traveling close to town with that many wolves, but on the bright side, managed to get to the destination with all of them. Even got to pick you up on the way.\"*He'd say, seemingly chatting to the horse with it being the only other thing around as far as Terrel could tell across the fairly open landscape. A mask sat atop his face with the appearance of a pig, that alone debatably obscuring his vision to which he wouldn't admit to even if it did. It's been a while since he had seen anyone since leaving town, causing Terrel to appreciate the company of his horse for the time being.*" }, { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "\"*Yawwwn*\"\nLevi scratched out and yawned, sleepily bobbing along with the steps of the horse below her. \n\"*Should really get my sleep schedule together...*\" She mumbled to herself.\nAs she crested one of the gentile hills that dotted the landscape she groggily looked forward to see another figure out in the distance walking alongside a horse away from her. Seeing the figure she pulled out a couple of complex looking articulable humanoid figurines from within a saddlebag, placing them on her lap.\n\"*Hope this one isn't a fight*\" She grumbled quietly as she continued to slowly gain on the person in the distance." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*His horse would let out a light huff of air in response to Terrel.*\"Well so much for being happy to see me.\"*He'd say to the steed, soon refocusing on ahead as he'd notice the person in the distance.*\"Looks like we got company. Try to act natural Carl.\"*The horse would let out an unamused exhale of air as they drew closer to the pair. With her soon being in earshot, Terrel would grow more lax, saying:*\"Didn't expect to find a Silnari this far out from the Capitol.\"*A lathian nonetheless. They always seemed so proud of that place for some reason. A reason Terrel could never decipher.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would glance at the empty land around them as she mentioned that, taking a short moment to stare off into the distance before looking back towards her and saying:*\"Could have fooled me. Heading to a nearby city I'm assuming?\"*As he would ask that, Terrel would give a light pat to his horse who in turn seemed more focus on the steed Levi rode on as the Equine would let out a quiet huff of air.*" }, { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "She shrugged, \n\"*I suppose so, I don't really know where I'm going really, I just assumed they wouldn't make a road to nowhere.*\"\n\"*How about you, you going somewhere specific?*\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Through Mentia.\"*He said simply, soon finding it followed by a light chuckle.*\"No better place to find action nowadays. I'm assuming you've already heard about the war going on though. Hoping to get by without losing my horse in the process, but seems like there's been a lot of chaos down there.\"" }, { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "\"*Ah, is that where this road is going?*\"\nShe tilted her head up somewhat, looking off into nothing, seemingly digging through her memories.\nA moment passes.\n\"*Yeahh.. Think I remember hearing something like that, thought there was just threats and skirmishes so far though, not quite at a war yet. Probably not I place I should hang around too long though I suppose.*\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "\"*I'm pretty decent for a small skirmish*\"\n\"*I just don't want to get conscripted into anything, I'm a Artificer and they'll probably be looking for any gadgets they can get right now*\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel raised an eyebrow quizzically at the mention of her being an Artificer of sorts. He had never really met anyone knowledgeable on the mechanical side of things, which seemed to simply leave him more curious of it.*\"So long as no one knows, I doubt they'd suspect you of being one randomly.\"*He said in return.*\"But it seems like the war is how a lot of people are trying to get money. What do you plan on doing?\"" }, { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "\"*Yeah but being an artificer is my job so if I'm sticking around for too long it's not something I can really keep a secret*\"\nShe shrugged at his question,\n\"*No idea really, just been wandering around the past while, don't really have a place to be so I'll probably just keep going*\"\nLooking over at him she asked,\n\"*How about you? You got any plans?*\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Guess you better ready yourself for war in that case.\"*He said, his tone carrying more amusement than anything as if playing it off as a joke. Being asked if he had plans, the Silnari found himself giving a light shrug.*\"Quite a few, most of which I should probably keep under the radar for legality purposes. I've started simply doing my own thing instead of the typical Mercenary work. Working for higher ups rather than yourself at times can prove to be more of a hassle than it's worth.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "\"*Yeah, I mean wasn't always an artificer.*\"\nShe sighed a little\n\"*School was a bit better with that sorta thing but they defiantly had their restrictions and such too*\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"What were you before then?\"*He asked her with Levi bringing up school. If it was anything like magic school, Terrel at least found it believable, though he didn't concern much over the restrictions as he did not getting much out of it overall.*" }, { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "\"*Hm well we don't need to get into my whole life story but went to university to learn how to do this, good way of getting out of being with my family.*\"\nShe shrugged\n\"*Don't really have the most interesting story*\"\n\"*How about you, you been in the military or something before taking up wandering about?*\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel let out a snort of suppressed amusement. The military? Where'd she get an idea like that?*\"You can say I've always been a Mercenary, but as far as backstory goes I just went to magic school like any other Silnari before leaving. Can't say I have much of an interesting story either, but hey can't all be special.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "\"*Yeah magic is pretty good for blowing bits off you*\"\nShe turned towards him, lifting the bangs over her right eye. Though instead of her right eye there a brass contraption of many gears and lenses with a dull glowing red crystal in the center.\nWith a slight grin she continued,\n\"*Learned that one the hard way, though having a magic eye is pretty useful so can't complain too much.*\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Magic took your eye, huh?\"*He asked with it now being in full view of him. The Silnari let out a light chuckle, more so seeing that Levi was making the most of it much like he was. Magic had its faults, but it would be a lie to say it didn't make him curious every now and then.*\"What kind of magic can it do?\"*He found himself asking her.*" }, { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "\"*Yeah..*\" She sighed\n\"*Not the best at safety protocol, especially when I was starting out. Eye isn't too fancy, just let's me see in infa red when I want to *\"\nThe muscles around the mechanical eye moved like they were going for a wink and the gears came to life, shuffling around as the crystal started to glow much brighter." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You and me both I suppose.\"*The Elf said in agreement, soon tilting his head a bit at the thought. Half-consciously, he found his hand reaching beneath his mask for a short while, scratching at an itch that seem to find need to make its presence known.*\"Did you make it yourself?\"*He eventually asked, moving his hand back down to readjust his hold on his horse's reigns.*" }, { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "\"*Yeah! Was a pretty fun project. Going with a more human look probably would have been good in hindsight but covering up the eye with my bangs seems to keep people from staring too much.*\"\nShe seem to almost continue on to what would presumably be a long ramble but caught herself.\n\"*You blast yourself by accident too?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel suppressed a laugh at the question, clearing his throat soon after.*\"No, can't say I have, but I suppose that would at least have been some progress if that ever happened.\"*He took a short moment to glance around, soon facing Levi once more before slightly lifting his mask up, just enough for the light to be able to reach a scar that rested at the bridge of his nose. The rest of his face remained shadowed from the mask, but a noticeable pair of crimson red eyes found themselves staring down at her.*\"It was rather what magic didn't do in my case.\"" }, { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "She looked at his scar a bit curiously,\n\"*Huh, healing magic not working out for that? Never heard of that before. Not that healing magic is really my thing mind you.*\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He lowered his mask down on his face.*\"It was a lot worse before. That was just all that was left of the damage. I don't expect much of healers these days. It's hard to come across a competent one without losing a bunch of money in the process of keeping yourself alive.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "She shrugged, gesturing up towards the side of her face with the mechanical eye.\n\"Not really my experience really, my face was a lot more messed up before they helped it out. They would've put my eye back in too if I didn't get them to not do it.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"And why didn't you?\"*He found himself questioning without a second thought. Perhaps it was simply curiosity that someone would prefer the mechanical piece than their actual eye. He supposed he could see the appeal of it in a way, much different than what was perceived as normal in his eyes.*" }, { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "She looked up into nothing, thinking about the question.\n\"I don't really know, no particular reason really. Just had a good idea for a mechanical one while I was recovering and I just went for it.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"At any rate, seems like you'll be able to put your craftsmanship to good use what with the whole war.\"*He said, probably thinking of more morbid thoughts with the damage done to those who survived it.*\"And if not, there's always heading west.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "\"Heh, yeah maybe but I'm sure most prefer a healer to an artificer for that.\"\nShe thought for a moment \n\"You got business with the war down there?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Healers are always a need. Sane ones at that...\"*He uttered, wondering why it was always the crazy ones that had healing abilities.*\"But some learn to work around things and make the most of the situation.\"*Terrel shifted his gaze to the road ahead at her question of whether or not he had business with the war.*\"Can't say I do. I hardly care much about a war that's been probably been going on longer than I've been alive. I've had my own businesses to take care of to not concern over what becomes of Mentia.\"" }, { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "\"Ah, yeah makes sense\"\nShe replied, and then there was a long pause as she stared blankly into the distance. Apparently struggling to figure out what to say next" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With the silence that followed, Terrel simply watched her, soon tapping his heels against his horse to get him to move in a light trot around hers.*\"I won't keep you from your perilous journey through Mentia.\"*He says, it seemingly a partial joke.*\"But looks like we're going in the same direction for the time being. You can come with if you want. And if not, I'd wish you luck in not getting killed out there.\"" }, { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "She gave a small smile back at him.\n\"Yes I suppose so, safer to travel in groups anyways. I'm sure I'll figure out where I'm going soon enough when we get there.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"That's the plan isn't it?\"*He said casually, tugging on the reigns of his horse so that the mount could resume continuing along the path I followed.*\"And if not, I'm sure Mentia will make sure you have something to do. Whether you want what it has to offer or not. But that's a problem for another time, no point on wasting more daylight.\"*With those words said, he tapped his heels against his horse, trotting off along the road with a new companion to travel with for the time being.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker sat against one of the trees, idly tinkering and imbuing more magic into one of his weapons as a way of storing it somewhere safe. Ever since getting separated from the others, his magic had been on the fritz, coming and going easily if he didn't find a place to keep it. The amulet around his neck seemed to be a good temporary solution, though he had been finding more ways to enchant other objects to limit his need for it. At the sound of a horse approaching, he quickly looked up to notice the knight riding atop it.*\"Another one...\"*He uttered in a curious tone.*\"Though this one seems... Much younger...\"*The Oni quickly smoothed back his hair in an attempt to cover his horns, it becoming routine at this point while he tried figuring out how the other nations traditionally worked. Some typically had guards waiting by the gate but, if this was one of them, maybe they could use them as escort into Silnaria. He had been given some tips of the Silnaris here being more racist than others, perhaps he could come off as a simple Macen if anything. The Oni stood up, holding up a hand in greetings to the knight.*\"Uh... Hello there, sir...? What brings you out here...?\"*He decides to attempt to ask casually.*" }, { "author": "Iudas Cairbre", "message": "*Iúdás stopped his horse as the man leaped out in front of him. Who was this man, one to think he could step in the way of a noble officer?*\n\"I beg your pardon? I am out on official business for the Empire, to patrol these grounds,\" *Iúdás told him, his voice high and proud.* \"I should be asking you, what brings you out to these grounds\"\n*This man had stepped out in front of him and risked life and limb to merely speak to him. Either he was mad or determined. How quickly one became the other, and still they intertwined. One might even call him mad, though never to his face.*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker took a step back from the mount, the creature being much larger up close than he thought. He looked over to its rider, noting the tone in his voice that seemed to suggest not being someone who'd want to be bothered. It appeared this Silnari was pretty snippy. Looks like he'll have to proceed with caution to not provoke potential others nearby.*\"Right, of course.\"*He said, adjusting his glasses as he peered at the young Silnari.*\"Wouldn't wish to tread across without welcome, but I've been traveling for quite a while and was hoping I could find escort to the gate if there is one around here.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Iudas Cairbre", "message": "\"Yes it is in fact a safe haven. Though there are vagrants and thieves along the path. Scum overall,\" *Iúdás said, turning his horse around.* \"I say burn the lot but they are all fools. Come along then\"\n*He began to slowly trot towards the city, leading this traveller*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker followed after him, perking up a bit at the mention of the place being safe. It sounded like an improvement from his hometown anyways, but he could pick up a hint of violence from this one towards those they deemed as 'fools'. Ryker wasn't sure whether or not to take it in the literal sense as that just seemed to be the standard of punishment, but he tried to simply listen along anyways.*\"Is the place welcoming of new travelers?\"*He asked him.*\"I've been given many different thoughts on this... Empire, some of better than others I suppose.\"" }, { "author": "Iudas Cairbre", "message": "\"I know not of what you've heard, but I can assure you. It is by far the greatest empire in all of Drase,\" *Iúdás told him.* \"I breathe for it's safety, and live for it's glory. Nowhere else will you be this safe. It is impossible in every sense.\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker tilted his head at his patriotism.*\"The greatest empire?\"*He questioned.*\"What makes it so much safer than the other empires? Is there some powerful being that protects it?\"" }, { "author": "Iudas Cairbre", "message": "\"It's been for far much longer than any other empire to my knowledge. And it's army is far greater,\" *Iúdás said. This man would dare question Silnarias glory?*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Is this empire often at war?\"*He asks the Silnarian, curious to the idea of it having such a large army yet the nation itself didn't seem particularly large in his eyes.*\"I've heard a great deal of the neighboring countries having a war going on. Mentia... I believe... Is this place also a part of it?\"" }, { "author": "Iudas Cairbre", "message": "\"Those whom are great are often opposed by the envious. Unfortunately, the Silnarian Empire is a part of this. Well, unfortunate for them, fortunate for us.\" *Iúdás chuckled at that joke. This traveller was to learn of the greatness of their empire on this trip.*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"So is that a yes then?\"*He asked him in reference to his previous question. As they walked, he kept his gaze out into the trees always remaining half conscious of the surrounding area in case of suddenly being attacked. This place hardly seemed as dangerous in his eyes though. Maybe they had a point about Silnaria being so great.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Iudas Cairbre", "message": "\"Yes,\" *Iúdás said. Was this man stupid? Such was his luck, to be stuck with a stupid traveller.* \"Might I ask where you hail from?\"\n*Best to know if he was a spy now rather than later. Especially if the Lymians decided to attack.*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Amongko of course. Most Oni originate from there.\"*He says with a bit more confidence than he had for the conversation leading up until now.*\"I must admit, it's one of my first times leaving the country. Against general free will might I add, but I suppose it was bound to happen sooner or later. There seems to be quite a few different things past its border that I've come to learn.\"" }, { "author": "Iudas Cairbre", "message": "\"General free will? I presume you were banished?\" *Iúdás said, resting his hand on his sheathed sword. By the gods, was he assisting a thief? Or worse a murderer? Such scum that they would deceive an Imperial Knight. If it were, then he'd lay to law what Amongko had failed to punish.*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Well no. Banishment would have been quite merciful if it had come down to that. I do have good reputation amongst the town I've grown up in.\"*He said proudly.*\"I'm afraid an ambush has left me separated from the rest of my group that decided to set out to the borders. Now I've inevitably grown lost. Though so long as they can manage like I have, I'm sure they will be just fine. The land within the borders can be quite merciless, though some of those lot have better chance of survival than some others.\"" }, { "author": "Iudas Cairbre", "message": "*Iúdás nodded. A believable story, but all con men could weave such tales. Whilst he was not to attack, he would remain leary of this traveller*\n\"Ah, so you've wandered in Silnaria. How lucky for you,\" *Iúdás said.* \"As long as your story is truthful, you shall make it to the gates safely\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"I once heard that Silnaris are very good at reading a person.\"*He said casually, oblivious to whatever impact his presence may be imposing on the young Elf. The Oni tilted his head up to peer over at Lúdás.*\"Is that true?\"*He eventually asks him.*" }, { "author": "Iudas Cairbre", "message": "\"Of course. I myself am adept at reading a person,\" *Iúdás proudly answered.* \"But then we're a superior race. Not that onis aren't useful. I merely know little to none of them\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*He peered at him for the time being before deciding to simply take his word for it despite the superiority complex. Onis were quite strong warriors both physical and magically for a Silnari to think of their own kind as superior. He held his tongue, however, being way too far from his home turf to speak ill of those guiding him. Instead he tried to focus more on the rest of what he said and figured it was safe enough to allow his horns to poke out of his hair.*\"I have yet to see any other Oni since the incident. It's most likely rare for us to tread across the border, especially so if all treatment is the same when getting close to it.\"" }, { "author": "Iudas Cairbre", "message": "\"Neither have I. You're the first oni I've met in my lifetime,\" *Iúdás said.* \"Though that might give us an advantage. Perhaps you'd be interested in enlisting in our army?\"\n*He looked strong. Maybe even magically adept. Perhaps that could sway their side in battle?*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Your army?\"*He questioned. Ryker had to admit, it would be quite strange for an Oni to fight on the behalf of a Silnarian army. Insulting even. He kept the thoughts to himself, however.*\"I suppose that is something I could look into, though I do find myself occupied in a task of my own.\"*Not to mention the limited amount magic he had left. Wasting it all in warfare could be risky, especially with the supposed threats that are still around normally.*" }, { "author": "Iudas Cairbre", "message": "\"Not my army. Not yet anyways,\" *Iúdás admitted. The fool. He had a chance to enlist in the greatest army of Drase and he denied it. Perhaps it was best he didn't join then. The Silnarian Empire simply would not want such idiocy.*\n\"What task is this, if you don't mind me asking?\"\n*It had best be legal*" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"I'm on the search for someone. You see one of the group members I got separated was the nobleman's son and to return back without them would by my own head or rather any similar equivalent to it.\"*He answered rather calmly.*\"While I can expect the others to do very well at protecting themselves, watching over others with as much careful observation as my own is far out of their field.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Fortress", "message": "So far, it was a day like any other in the plains of silnaria near the tiny forest at the edge of a small river, not fat from a small village. The sun had risen just a few minutes ago and slowly, life started to emerge from the woods to start another peaceful day in the cycle of nature. Unlike this unstoppable cycle of life, the cogwheels of the Kuilei that sat motionlessly between the trees had stopped turning decades ago. Her whole body had been taken over by vines, moss and other plants, some birds even decided to buid their nest between the two pointy horns on her head. Between the green vines and patches of moss, some of her bare artificial skin still was exposed. Their was only a small pieceof cloth covering up her chest since she usually wore her full cloth armor which was reinforced by some steel between the layers of thick, cut resistant cloth, however the cooling pipes used to cool her main body inside of the armor had rusted away, leading to her wearing her armor around her waist for the time outside of combat. In her hands, she still tightly held onto that latge sledgehammer which had seen so many battles in its lifetime" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker was making his way through the Silnarian forests, keeping his eye out for any potential bandits that the guards here always warned about. He hadn't seen any yet, but for some reason they seemed very worried about them. Coming from a battle-driven nation, the idea of a simple bandit or two didn't concern Ryker as much. Even more so he typically had his magic to utilize. But ever since the attack and getting separated from the others, his magic has been running out a lot faster, forcing him to have to use it only for good enough reason. And, with money starting to fall short in how long he's been away, he may have to start searching for potential jobs that require it. He let out an exasperated sigh, cutting through the wild vines with the length of his summoned greatsword. He typically preferred the city, but being away from home made it a lot more confusing than usual for him. Inevitably he'd have to go there, but for now he was simply dealing with the pests of nature. He sliced through another barrage of overgrowth, coming to a stop only as he found himself coming across a Kuilei.*\"Huh...\"*He said in quiet confusion. With the Macen-like appearance she carried and the horns atop her head, he'd have mistaken her from another Oni, but it was strange coming across one all the way out here, especially one that's been sitting long enough for nature to grow around them. Were they dead perhaps? They didn't seem to carry any injuries. These thoughts ran through Ryker's mind as he slowly approached the woman, lowering his sword so that he could gently tap at them.*" }, { "author": "Fortress", "message": "Ryker wasn't the first to come across the lonely, deactivated kuilei. Most showed little to no interest in her, either mistaking her for a recent corpse or a machine beyond repair, even though her inner machinery was mostly intact, she simply needed a bit of magic to jumpstart her core. Fortress' pale artificial skin was decorated by a few fark, hardened spots which tessembled scars of a human, proving that she had seen quite a bit of combat when she was still active in duty. Now, she simply was a lifeless, cold husk. Back then, she always used to protect her creator, that was her entire reason to exist after all. When he passed away, she simply didn't know what to do, she had no purpose. It was a weird time, she wasn't capable of feeling deep sadness like other feeling beings in that situation of not knowing where to go, she simply felt... Empty. With no one to keep her mechanical body in check, she slowly started to deteriorate. Slowly, the the cogwheels started to turn slower, her movements got clunkier and less precise until eventually her hot core couldn't transfer anymore energy into her body which led to her being immobilized. Her core shut down as a response to avoid overheating and shes been in a state of deactivation ever since" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*Ryker drew his hand away as she was cold to touch, instead simply kneeling down. He wasn't foreign to the schools necromancy or artificer. Something about this woman didn't seem completely organic. He lifted his hand to his chin in thought as he prodded at her with the other, some parts definitely seeming to be made of hardened material.*\"Hm... Not completely the anatomy of a Macen as I'd suspect... And definitely not an Oni... Odd...\"*He said in a stumped tone. Part of him felt like he's heard a description of something like this before, but that was in books tied to warfare. If only he could recall. While he was lost in thought, the amulet around his neck had begun to glow a faint blue color in response to the mana flowing through him. Looking down at it, gave him an idea.*\"Hm, I don't have healing magic if that's what you require.\"*He said before holding a hand out and creating a light blue sphere in it, a collection of his mana.*\"But I've known that some souls can be revitalized with a bit of mana at their disposal.\"*While he wasn't completely sure if she was living or not, whatever it may be he's seen the power of mana able to assist both in its own way. The sphere shifted in form and shrouded his hand just as he placed it on the piece of cloth covering her chest. Its blue lighting took the time to transfer to her, though he knew if she didn't wake soon, he wouldn't have much more to spare for this curious endeavor.*" }, { "author": "Fortress", "message": "As he transferred the blue light into her chest, nothing happened at first. The birds continued chirping and next to the birds only the sound of the flowing water from that small river could be heard. Then after a few moments, a deep rumble could be heard emerging from the forest, causing the birfs to fly out of the trees. This small amount of Mana sufficed to kickstart her core, similar to a spark plug in an engine. The heat quickly returned into her body, her temperature contuining to climb until it reached the normal operating temperature of 45°C, a body temperature which was still pleasently warm, but fatal for a regular human. All of a sudden, her eyelids opened, exposing her large eyes with their distinct aggtrssive red glow. Shortly after, the rest of her limbs started to carefully move too. With some unpleasant screeching, she slowly managed to stand up to her full height where she was now towering over her curious savior. Her movements were still relatively clumsy and slow, her joints hadnt moved for decades after all, so of course time has taken a toll on them. Her consciousness had returned as well, yet it was still from a long time ago. She could still only think about her old creator, who she swore to protect. Rhats why everything seemed to work, instead of the green lights on her tight collar, that lit up to signify that she is currently serving and protecting someone. She now looked at this boy in front of her with a serious expression, she was taught to treat everyone as a potebtial enemy accept if she was told to not harm them, so she slowly lifted that heavy, intimidating sledgehammer over her head, which took quite some time and was accompanied by a lot of screeching sounds" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*As her body started climbing to the higher temperatures, he quickly snatched his hand away so as to avoid being burned by it. He watched as she seemed to wake up although, quite a bit slow. His gaze shifted over to her weapon as she reached for it, suddenly fueling his thoughts with the idea that maybe he should have disarmed her first. All things considered though, he wasn't sure if she would wake up, much less like this. Most things outside of Amongko didn't start aggressive or so he thought. The Oni remembered his Greatsword and quickly clung to it as he got back up on his feet.*\"Stand down.\"*He told her sternly.*\"I was just trying to get you to wake up. Just as I've given you some of my mana I can still take it away as well.\"" }, { "author": "Fortress", "message": "His threats didn't work with her, after all she was designed to give her life to the protection of someone else. She was built for combat and had lots of experience, so swords or really any weapon didn't intimidate her. When she was faced with a threat to the one she is supposed to protect, her usually calm, collected, quiet and almost shy personality disappears and she turns into an emotionless weapon, emotions would only get in the way of battle after all. The only emotion remaining is the sheer determination to pritect those dear to her. Due to her long sleep, she misinterpreted him as a threat and started to protect someone that was long dead, simply because she didn't know better at the moment. Even if he would take away the small portion of mana, she wouldnt be turned off that easily again, after all she was running on her own core now. So she swung her mighty hammer in his general direction, although her clunky movements made aiming quite hard" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*While she was taking a bit of time to aim her swing, Ryker took the opportunity to create a shield out of his mana. The object floated in front of him, acting as blockade for her to swing at for the time being while she continued her acts of violence. As Ryker stepped back a bit, keeping on guard he thought to himself.*\"Seems like threats doesn't keep you passive, not even too sure if you understand what I'm saying at all.\"*He thought aloud.*\"Clanky, metallic... Yet seemingly Macen-like. Where have I read about this before...\"" }, { "author": "Fortress", "message": "Her heavy hammer swung down towards the mana shield he sat up. However, shortly before the impact, he heard him speak. His words sounded nothing like the accent she was used to and in general his language structute and words sounded slightly different. Fortress still talked in quite the ancient tongue, but it was still obvious what she was trying to say even for someone living in the present. This fact however caused her to snap out of her trance and realize her current situation. She remembered that her former creator passed away and that she had no one to protect and therefore no one to fight for. With this realization, she lowered her hammer. She remembered to losing more and more power, so it seemed like she was deactivated for a long time and this individual seemed to have reawakened her. For the first time, she decided to speak as well. Her voice still was a bit raspy and glitchy, but nothing too severe\n\"Please refrain from using those derogatory terms when referring to me, my name is Fortress, not clanky, metallic yet seemingly macen-like\"" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"Oh-, you can speak.\"*He said in surprise. The mana shield collapsed into pieces in front of him upon her yielding, seemingly like it took quite a bit of magic out of him. Lowering his weapon he continued.*\"Apologies, you seemed quite lacking in...\"*He looked her over, debating for the right words, then realized he didn't have a way of finishing the sentence without sounding derogatory as she had wished otherwise.*\"Never mind. Might I simply ask... What are you doing out here exactly...? And what happened to you?\"" }, { "author": "Fortress", "message": "\"I am a Kuilei built by an engineer who has long passed away. I used to serve as his personal protector, this was the reason i was built and this was my purpose. After he passed away, i did not have a purpose anymore, so the degradation due to inacticity started to build up until i could not maintain my consciousness anymore\"\nHer voice was starting to reclaim its soft, silent tone as her vocal chords freed themselves of the dirt again. Her motions seemed to get more fluent as well as all the dirt between her joints was pushed out due to her finally moving again. She anseered all his questions honestly, she didnt have any reason to withhold these informations after all" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"A Kuilei-.\"*He said, facepalming in exasperation at his inability to recall something so obvious.*\"You're one of those war mechanisms I've read about-.\"*His dark blue eyes glinted in fascination.*\"The one's created by the Silnarian-. Or was it Lymian... Oh nevermind that-. I've never seen one in person before.\"*The Oni caused his weapon to vanish, walking around the Kuilei as if inspecting a new specimen before realizing the insensitivity of it.*\"Ah... Right... Apologies. I've only recently gotten into artificer works. This is a new field for me.\"*He readjusts his glasses and moves to stand in front of her again.*\"Well what is it you plan to do now that you're awake again? With the... Purpose and lack thereof now.\"" }, { "author": "Fortress", "message": "\"If i knew, then i would not experience a lack of purpose\" She said in a pretty dry manner, although she didnt mean to offend him with that obvious answer. Towards people she trusts, she is a lot more caring and quite possessive, however towards strangers she always tends to either act a bit shy or she tries to suppress her emotions as much as possible, just like her creator taught her. Since she has a consciousness, her creator couldnt disable her elotions altogether, althoigh he selected a personality that fit her purpose best. Determined and merciless in battle, quiet and reserved outside of battle. He couldnt see a lot when he was walking around her, all her complex machinery was hidden underneath her artificial skin. The only thing worth mentioning was her rather unique armor, which wasnt made fully out of metal like the typical knight armlr, but it probably protected her even better, although the excessive heat and heavy weight was quite a drawback" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*He rubbed his chin in thought.*\"Right... Well what if someone gave you a purpose then?\"*Ryker asked curiously.*\"Your function is foreign to me, although you are seemingly fit for battle as one would expect.\"*Part of Ryker wasn't sure what to make of her. It seemed like without a purpose she wasn't bound to do much, which could inevitably just leave her back in the same state he found her in. It felt like a waste of mana in a way, though of course he wouldn't say that aloud.*" }, { "author": "Fortress", "message": "\"This would help, one shouldn't forget that i ultimately was made to be a tool and serve a purpose to someone\"\nBack in the days of her creator, people, especially men had a lot more authority. When confronted with a weapon like her, they would have immediately taken the opportunity to use her to their advantage. It seemed that people got a lot more liberal over the years, at least thats what she was currently observing" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*The response did bring an idea to mind, but after the climactic awakening, he felt a bit doubtful of going through with it.*\"Must be pretty hard if anyone can just give your orders at any time. Couldn't just about everyone just turn you against... Anyone?\"*He figured with her being a war machine, maybe that was the point, but surely the nations that used it had some kind of fail safe. What happened if one fulfilled their purpose? Do they just wait around until some other person gave them an order and in the end just leave it to a back and forth brawl?*" }, { "author": "Fortress", "message": "\"I think i gave you a wrong impression, im sorry. It's not like i don't have my own will. I myself have a moral compass and can judge whether the purpose is good or bad. I am no doll that can be used by anyone and thrown away after they are done. I was created by a specific man for their specific purpose which was a lifelong commitment, of course my creator put little thought into what happens after he passes away. I believe im not incapable of finding a purpose for myself, however i struggle very much, i am built to serve someone else after all, however i still get to choose who i serve\"\nThe way she talked and moved fluently now really made it difficult for someone who didnt know to tell her apsrt from a regular human... Well minus her size, weight and the horns on her head" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "*He eyed her more thoughtfully.*\"You know for someone with a creator you seem like you carry a lot of personal judgement, but it's quite unique.\"*The Oni finished.*\"Back in Amongko I mainly served my lord, but I'm not sure the chances of you finding a willing one are too high. Granted, it seems like out here, a lot of people just do Mercenary work to get by as their soul purpose for the time being. I'll be having to start looking into it as well, but maybe you can benefit from something keeping you occupied for now.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Fortress", "message": "\"It is simply the prefetence of my desire. A soul is necessary for a Kuilei to function properly for a prolongued amount of time. The personality of this soul however was shaped by my creator to suit my purpose. I was made with the idea of some autonomy in mind. As a result, i do not feel any urge to earn money. I was made to be bound to a person, i can only fight to my full potential when im ordered to protect something or someone.\"\nMercenary work really wasn't suitable for someone as defensive as her. She would never understand the concept of fighting and killing in exchange for something she deemed to be trivial like money" }, { "author": "danger04437", "message": "*Preference of my creator" }, { "author": "Ryker Dusken", "message": "\"The income is less relevant so much as the assistance to whoever you're working with. It appears some would take job of protecting another if it is so required.\"*The Oni mentioned.*\"Defensive yet you seemed quite the opposite when you woke up.\"*He chuckled a bit at his comment, clearing his throat soon after.*\"I must admit I am quite curious of your inner workings and how they tie to soul magic. I've some experience in it myself, though most of it is utilized to summon a spiritual ally in a way. Though your form seems a bit more physical for that to work. I don't suppose you have any further knowledge on it in relation to yourself, would you?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sol", "message": "Sol was fairly certain that she'd passed through this area once or twice before, the rough lay of the land faint within her memories, but if she were to be confident of one thing it would be that she'd never rested here. After all, an area off the main road such as this tended to be relatively... Dubious. Such as the mostly-empty bar whose doors she'd just pushed open. She would momentarily hang around by the entrance, making a note of few others around at this hour." }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The mostly empty bar was a haven for the treton. Some peace and quiet, perhaps to finally escape the commotion of the world. Yet the voices weren't silent, still whispering. A gourd of sake lay rest to a set of cups, yet only one person sat at the table. A black haired Treton, fair, but not innocent. Her eyes shifted from azure to violet to crimson at times, difficult to tell.*\n\n*As the door creaked open, those same eyes peered to the newcomer; a woman in white, though she didn't seem to be an ordinary Macen.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "*Hmm. Hm. Mhm?* Her eyes, glancing from patron to patron, flitted over in the other's general direction just in time to notice her staring back. That settled it; Sol broke into a smile and approached.\n\n\"Hello.\" Was the first word out, once the distance between them was reduced to roughly a metre. \"It's a bit embarrassing to ask, but may I take refugee at your table temporarily?\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The smile was reciprocated as the woman drew closer. Refugee? Several had been kind enough to do so in the past; she could afford to do so now.*\n\n\"Oh of course, take a seat. What brings you here?\"\n\n*Yakaiyo poured two more cups out; one for the newcomer, and one for herself. Sol would notice that there were 3 other full cups on the side.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "Taking a seat, Sol dipped her head as she received the cup, pondering momentarily on how much to disclose. Then again, it was probably fine to reveal it for the most part?\n\n\"Thank you. I was originally to pass through here on my way to Cesinor for some clergy duties, though the journey itself got somewhat... Delayed, hence the stopover.\" Sol gestured towards the other filled cups. \"It would be remiss of me to intrude on you any further than this when you're waiting for fellows, so please rest assured that I'll be on my way once they have arrived.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*A nun? Did nuns drink alcohol? Yakaiyo thought that was forbidden; though, she may have been thinking of a different sect.*\n\n\"Oh no, they're not coming any time soon. They're just symbolic, for me. Not for any religious purposes. Speaking of which, which religion are you a part of?\"\n\n*Yakaiyo took a sip of her sake, though never took her eyes off Sol.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "Her new acquaintance sure was sizing her up rather closely... Not that Sol was complaining. After all, attention of any kind from someone who was good-looking was itself beneficial in her books.\n\n\"Ah, where are my manners? Mine given name is Sol, a travelling clergy of Cesin's faith, though you're welcome to call me something else should you desire. And how should I address you in turn, miss?\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Sol. Simple, I like it. Cesin... That name sounds familiar, though I admit I am not familiar with religion. My name is Yakaiyo, though some call me Aka for short.\"\n\n*Her eyes finally moved for the first time since they met, Yakaiyo downing the rest of the sake before expertly pouring yet another cup.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"And neither am I, even though I've been in the clergy for a good while, so on that count I'd say it's pretty understandable.\" A playful grin adorns her features briefly before it is overtaken by her customary smile. \"If it is not too presumptuous of me, might I ask if you live around this parts?\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*An eyebrow was raised for a brief moment, before disappearing back to a porcelain face, and Yakaiyo notices the same in Sol. A nun who wasn't familiar with religion? What a bad nun...*\n\n\"Ah, I used to, somewhere here...\"\n\n*Yakaiyo waved the cup around her face, signaling that she didn't know where exactly.*\n\n\"I've just been wandering around, staying at a friend's house from time to time. I assume you do reside in Silnaria?\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"I do have a place of residence, yes, but most of the time it sits unused since travelling is a large part of my duties. So if you ever pass by Vunraurie and need a place to stay, the spare key is buried in the empty flowerpot.\" Taking a careful sip from the cup, not very bothered by the idea that someone else might overhear. After all, why be concerned when her house was simply a place to put things that she didn't usually carry around, things that she could easily buy?\n\n\"Still, wandering around, hm. Now I'm really curious as to what you do for a living.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Oh, I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for your generosity!\"\n\n*Vunraurie. Perhaps that would be a potential safe haven for her if she ever wanted to visit Silnaria again.*\n\n*Yakaiyo pauses mid-sip upon Sol asking her what she did for a living. In reality, she had been sort of leeching off of Horace in exchange for helping him from time to time, and before that, had been stealing in order to gain money (and was also just stealing food). She was an apothecary a few years ago... Did she even remember how to do it?*\n\n\"Ah, I used to work as an apothecary for some time. I haven't done that in a while; I'm just wandering around for now. Not quite sure what to do.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "*Now those are some interesting expressions.*\n\n\"Hardly. I'm just reciprocating your hospitality, after all.\" Setting down the cup and leaning slightly forward. Everything else considered, there was now an opportunity to be had—an opportunity that was hard to come by. After all, Yakaiyo did say she was temporarily without a job, wasn't she?\n\n\"There's nothing wrong with taking some time off to rediscover yourself, all things considered. Though the New Sunlight guild is always an option for frequent travelers.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Well, a seat at a bar really can't compare to offering your home. If I ever use it, I'll have to pay you back two fold.\"\n\n*The treton's first instinct was to lean back and gain her footing when Sol leaned forward; but she would probably get suspicious. So instead, she remained perfectly calm, sipping her sake.*\n\n\"Oh I could never. New Sunlight is far too busy and crowded for me. I like places like this; quiet, a little dark, and quite peaceful. I just like sitting down and relaxing, thinking about nothing. Like next to the riverbank, or a lake. Do you work for New Sunlight?\"\n\n*Of course, the real reason was that she was a wanted criminal, but she __was__ telling the truth about it being too crowded.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Mhm. I'll leave it to you, then.\"\n\nShe was of course more than happy to offer her house permanently, an amusing idea as it were, but any pushing right now would just ruin things. No sense in dropping an anvil on her own foot.\n\n\"Not actively, but yes. Sometimes there are requests with destinations that coincide with my own; if it's just a bit of manual labour, why not? And it's never a bad thing to have money on hand.\"\n\nShe was told no lies, so neither did she tell any in return. It was simply that Sol's perception of 'manual labour' quite deviated from the norm." }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Manual labor? What kind? Not that I would do it; I can't handle that type of work.\"\n\n*The treton smiled at the mention of money, though not for the normal reason.*\n\n\"Ah, money. I used to have money; a lot of it, in fact. Not of any of my doing though. Now I don't wish for it; I don't need nor want much anymore.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Oh, odds and ends. Finding pets gone missing' delivering letters, chopping down trees. Not much, but it's honest work.\"\n\nAnd hunting requests. Or extermination ones. But saying that would not preserve her outward image, so she did not. Instead, her facial muscles worked in tandem to squeeze out an appropriate frown.\n\n\"Hm.\" The lessons came back to her naturally, even with her doubts on their effectiveness. \"Just so you know, hearing people out is part of a clergy's roles.\" Here her expression softens once more. \"So if a listening ear is what you desire, go ahead.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Mm. I suppose if I'm ever in dire straits, it would be a nice backup.\"\n\n*The treton's sharp eyes quickly catch a brief tension in Sol's face before soon relaxing again. Finishing yet another cup of sake, Yakaiyo once again poured another cup full of the rice wine. The reptilian would notice that her face would now have a slightly pink hue; seems like she'd been drinking a lot.*\n\n\"Hearing people out? Oh no, I don't wish to burden anyone; my sins are my own.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Mhm. I understand. That aside, are you sure you should be imbibing that much alcohol? Escorting drunken patrons back to their homes aren't exactly part of everyday clergy duties, you know.\" Yet a note of laughter had slipped into her voice all the same as she bantered." } ]

[ { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Hm? I've had more than this... You can drink some more too, you know.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo downs half the cup in one gulp, before gently setting it on the table. A grin takes her face as the alcohol relaxes her, the atmosphere amiable.*\n\n\"So, what does constitute everyday clergy duties?\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"I'm more of a social drinker myself, so I'll have to refrain. Thank you for offering, though.\"\n\n*And besides, how am I supposed to properly observe if I'm also inebriated?*\n\nOnce again Sol inwardly marvels how much of an effect alcohol has on someone's judgement, but the thought is short-lived as she was posed another question.\n\n\"Cleaning the premises, praying, listening to confessionals, conducting funerals, things like that. The God of the Land counts many adventurers and sailors amongst his faithful, so I've met some of those too. Why, interested in becoming clergy?\" The atmosphere was light and such too was her teasing." }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Well, suit yourself.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo proceeds to down the third cup (at least from what Sol could see) and pour yet another.*\n\n\"So like housework, with a little extras added on. Oh, I'm too much of a mess to become one. I'd have to set myself proper, and I highly doubt that's going to occur any time soon.\"\n\n*As to prove her point, Yakaiyo immediately begins sipping on the 4th cup.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "Well it was definitely a good thing that she had time to spare, for Sol suspected that the drinking session could only end in one way and that was with her new friend drunk to high heaven. Unless she intervened before that came to pass, but where was the fun in that?\n\n\"Oh my. Not all clergy are straight-laced folks, you know? Case in point... Me.\" Her chin resting on one palm, eyes sparkling with clear amusement. \"Though I daresay you'd definitely look good in a habit.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Oh? No Ms. Perfect then? What makes you *Different* From the other nuns out there? Surely it's not *Just* The alcohol talking...\"\n\n*Yakaiyo tilted her head, noticing the change of pace.*\n\n\"Why thank you, dear Sol. You wouldn't look bad in a kimono or hanfu, either.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"I'm not that much of a lightweight, you know.\" She holds her half-finished cup of wine in her free hand and swirls it around, watching as the liquid swishes across the inside of the cup. \"But I'm hardly perfect, that much is also true. After all, some may go for looks, but what fascinates me more lies... Here.\"\n\nIt hardly needed to be said where her index finger was now pointing to, and for the briefest of moments a strange smile graced her face. Then that passed and the usual adorned her face as though nothing had happened.\n\n\"Those would be the customary clothing from your hometown, I assume? Though I'd gladly take the compliment.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"No one can truly be perfect. Only strive for it. I abandoned that long ago though.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo saw Sol point towards her heart, and for a brief moment, felt a pang of pain and guilt in the same place, soon followed by a bloody image of her gripping a heart in her own hand instead of her cup. Reality soon snapped back to her as she found herself spaced out looking at where Sol's heart would be, her hand shaking. The treton quickly grabbed her wrist with her other hand, forcing control and a smile on herself.*\n\n\"My hometown... Yes, you could say that. Though I really know it from where I used to live. A small section of town, quite different from typical Silnarian culture. It's actually quite similar to Runran, if you know what that is.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"You know, all that just makes me really curious about... Hm? Miss Aka?\"\n\nShe didn't need to be good at discerning expressions to know that something was amiss, but the other was clearly preoccupied and seemed almost... Not here. A grin split Sol's face—\n\n*Whoops. Don't drop the ball now.*\n\nSo she promptly adjusted both smile and gaze, softening them even as Yakaiyo came back to reality. Then Sol reached out and cupped the shaking hand in both of her own.\n\n\"See what I said about drinking?\" The chide came gently, a knowing look in her eyes. \"How many cups has it already been?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Hm?\"\n\n*That wasn't good. Yakaiyo didn't really have full control of herself, evidently, and part of it had shown. It was enough to preoccupy her that she didn't notice the brief grin on Sol's face. The treton only noticed her as she cupped her hand in hers. Yakaiyo took a deep breath to stabilize herself, then brought herself to look back at the nun.*\n\n\"Ah, it wasn't-nevermind, I do drink a bit much.\"\n\n*She could never tell Sol the real reason her arm was shaking; the thought of killing would surely put her off and give her away.*\n\n\"...Maybe 7?\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"*Seven*. I've sat here and counted four in maybe the last thirty minutes, and you've had three before that. No more drinking for the next hour, okay?\"\n\nA note of exasperation had crept into her voice as Sol shook her head, pulling out a napkin and proffering it. Expression unreadable, she beheld Yakaiyo for a few seconds before sighing.\n\n\"You don't strike me as a heavy drinker by nature... I know we've been over this earlier, but I'm obliged to ask again. Is there truly nothing I can do for you right now? Nothing at all?\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*Looking directly at Sol, Yakaiyo slides the half empty cup to her other hand and gulps it down, before graciously taking the napkin and delicately wiping her lips.*\n\n\"Now it's seven. I'm not, normally. These recent years have been... Hard.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo quickly scans the room, as if she were being hunted. She then looks at the three sake cups left on the side, then back to Sol.*\n\n\"You sure you don't want more? There's still a quarter of the sake left.\"\n\n*The vampire shakes the gourd to indicate the liquid inside, conveniently avoiding the question.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "Sol could more or less piece together a theory from all the contextual clues given so far—which was natural considering she'd have to be blind *And* Deaf to miss them. The confirmation only lent more credibility to it. But it was also all too obvious that she was trying to steer away from that conversation. She'd have to try from another angle, then.\n\n\"Alright, I'll have another cup.\" She relented, pushing her cup closer to Yakaiyo. She would wait a few seconds before posing the next question.\n\n\"...Shall we make a bet?\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"...A bet?\"\n\n*Sol was becoming less and less holy the more they conversed (though definitely friendlier as well). Yakaiyo expertly poured a cup into Sol's cup despite being under the influence, and tried to sneak one of her own if the monk allowed it.*\n\n\"I have always liked games. What did you have in mind?\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Well, I'm a lightweight, so even this much is enough to get me tipsy.\" There was indeed the slightest hint of redness on her cheeks, even though she hadn't touched the refilled cup. She frowned at the sight of Yakaiyo filling her own cup, but didn't object.\n\n\"We'll bet on whether I can finish my cup before you can yours, and if I lose you may ask me any kind of question, and I will answer it honestly. But if I win, you have to answer one from me. We'll keep going until either the gourd's empty or I fall asleep.\"\n\nShe deliberately didn't mention that Yakaiyo had to answer truthfully." }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"A super lightweight huh? Well, this'll be interesting to see how this goes. What's the catch? Just whoever empties their cup first?\"\n\n*Yakaiyo spun the cup on the table, a miniature whirlpool forming in the sake, a grin forming on her face.*\n\n\"I'll take it up. Ready to answer my questions?\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Yes, simply just that. And I should probably settle lodgings before one of us gets blackout drunk, but nevermind.\"\n\nSol glanced at her own cup, wondering if she should just arch her head back and pour the whole thing down her throat.\n\n\"Ready when you are.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*Yakaiyo nodded, then expertly downed her own cup, setting it down on the table before Sol could finish hers. Porcelain met wood, and her grin turned into a sort of sly smirk.*\n\n\"You tried this with an alcoholic... Not sure what you expected. Anyway... I'm curious, have you had any romantic relationships? Or even just a little flirting?\"\n\n*Yakaiyo once again poured the two cups, her red eyes flashing.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "*Well, so much for that strategy.*\n\nSol finished second and last as a matter of course, but she raised a brow at the question.\n\n\"That's a milder one than I thought, which is why I'll probably disappoint since the answer is no for the first part. But I did experience being on the receiving end for the second, so that's a yes.\"\n\nHaving said thus she takes hold of her cup once again, staring at the surface of the liquid." }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Ah, true to your religion huh? Shame you had to experience it one sided; I can't imagine it was pleasant.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo readied herself, and once again, her cup was down first. Given that Sol was a lightweight, she was slightly concerned that she would get incredibly drunk; then again, so was she.*\n\n\"So, that was too mild huh? Let's see... Let's go further. Ever have any feelings for anyone? A childhood crush, someone across the street... Or perhaps even a coworker?\"\n\n*Yakaiyo's smile remained, curious to see just how religious Sol was.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "Once again, she was slower than Yakaiyo. And now she was feeling the effects of the prior cup, the slight flush on her face earlier having deepened.\n\n\"Mhm, feelings...\" Sol rubbed her eyes and then closed them, trying to recollect. \"...No, not even once. The houses in my childhood were too far apart, so none my age came over. And the circumstances when I entered the clergy didn't really permit me to socialize much.\"\n\nIt was also probably because of alcohol that her demeanor grew bolder, even though her words were starting to slightly slur.\n\n\"Hehe... I think one or two more will be my limit, so wanna up the stakes a bit? Whoever loses has to tell the other something personal as well.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Really? Such a shame; a woman of your age should be experiencing such things! Not that I have much to speak of.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo also began to turn more and more red, though it seems she could handle her alcohol a little better than Sol. The treton pours two more drinks yet again, a fiery competitiveness showing through.*\n\n\"Oie, one more eh? I'll take you on that bet; up the anty!\"\n\n*And once more, Yakaiyo is first. She had the chance to ask Sol another question... But what? Her life didn't seem all that entertaining; just a wandering nun who didn't seem to do too much.*\n\n\"Alright, let's see... In addition to something personal, tell me something you *Regret*.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "At this point, Sol had gone from resting her chin on one palm to basically propping up her head with it. She'd also started hiccuping. It went without saying who came out victorious in the third round, naturally.\n\n\"Mhmm, you're really asked something difficult this time. I'll tell you about the personal part first—I'm agnostic. Hehe. Now as to the other part...\"\n\nPlastered onto her face was a cheeky smile which soon faded away.\n\n\"...I suppose I regret not being around for my family's final moments.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The treton chuckled at Sol having to prop herself up with her palm. Perhaps she would instead have to walk her back to her home. Her smugness was soon replaced with shock, hearing Sol refer to herself as agnostic.*\n\n*But wasn't this an upstanding nun? One that had nothing on her mind except the church?*\n\n*Another unseen blow to Yakaiyo's mind was the notion of regret. Her family's final moments...*\n\n\"Was it... Peaceful, at least?\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "Sol was aware that she was actively forcing a smile right now, when there was little reason to do so.\n\n\"...I do not know. The ashes had settled by then, and the remnants revealed little. I could only pray that it was a quick end.\"\n\nShe pressed a hand to her forehead, feeling the first signs of a headache." }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The treton could tell the forced emotion the agnostic nun was expressing. A hand reached over to caress Sol's cheek for just a bit.*\n\n\"We can only hope. I know what it feels like. That's probably enough for you now; memories *And* Alcohol.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo tips the gourd back, finishing off the rest of the sake, setting it down. Her eyes now look tired, her age beginning to show.*\n\n\"It's probably time to head out.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Remind me never to make a drinking-related bet with you again. I started with the intention of cheering you up and our roles have somehow reversed.\" She cracks a wry grin, kneading her left temple where the headache was intensifying.\n\n\"...After you've had a total of ten cups and counting? I'd prefer not to find you passed out in a field somewhere tomorrow, you know?\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"It's almost futile now. I've been drinking for far too long for you to compete. And you too little, it seems.\"\n\n\"And you seem worse for wear with only 3. I'm concerned you'll fall on your head.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo's expression was amused, yet still expressed concern for Sol's physical and mental health. Clearly, she had scars from her own past.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Well, now you know who didn't attend much gatherings. And I know whose liver I should be concerned about, so I'd call that a pretty fair trade.\"\n\nThere was a buzzing in her head that she was fairly sure hadn't been there a while ago, and Sol decided against trying to stand.\n\n\"The only falling I'll... Be doing anytime soon is asleep, on a proper bed.\" She stifles a sudden yawn. \"I'll be a little late to my destination, but it can hardly be helped.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Ah, the life of a 'nun' huh? An agnostic one at that.\"\n\n*Standing up, Yakaiyo gracefully strolls over to Sol, as if she hadn't had a single drink before bending over to inspect her.*\n\n\"Do you have a place to stay? It's dangerous out here alone...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Mhm. Not very entertaining, is it?\"\n\nA part of her marvelled at how Yakaiyo appeared to be the more sober one out of both of them despite having drunk much more, but the other part was just ready to lay down against the table surface and doze off. Almost missed the warning, even.\n\n\"Not really, unless I backtrack all the way to my house.\" Sol mumbled a little tiredly. \"Surely there's... An inn or two nearby?\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"No indeed. Unless you have some side hustle.\"\n\n*Sol seemed conscious, but not entirely awake. Definitely not safe enough to get out on her own.*\n\n\"I'm sure we can find one. Come on, it's not wise to stay here while drunk.\"\n\n*The treton offered her hand to Sol, ready to pick her up if needed.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"I do occasionally moonlight as an adventurer, but that'd be about it.\"\n\nCome to think of it, she really didn't have much interesting hobbies of her own to talk about. Maybe she should look into what the latest trends were... Sewing? Cooking?\n\n\"Mhhh... Weaving does sound like a good pastime.\"\n\nThat pretty much settled it, even as Sol reached for the offered hand and completely missed, for she'd reached for the afterimage instead; she was completely wasted at this point." } ]

[ { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"I mean, I do know *Hic* Some earth magic, but most of the time it has to be exploring, you know? Venturing out into the unknown wilds and making new discoveries, banding together in the face of insurmountable odds, stuff like that... Is romantic, is it not?\"\n\nSol burped in a manner rather unbecoming of clergy as she settled for making herself comfortable on Yakaiyo's shoulder, her tail reflecting the very same as it drooped." }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"I suppose you and I have very different ideas of romantic, though I will say facing things together *Does* Sound nice. Must be my age.\"\n\n*The treton stroked down Sol's back and tail; fortunately, she seemed calm and docile enough already. Looking around, Yakaiyo made her way through the dark city; if Sol was aware enough, she would notice that Yakaiyo avoided taking large streets, preferring alleyways and quickly crossing the road. Eventually, the pair would come to an inn, with the treton paying without much talking.*\n\n\"Well, we're here now.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Mhm, you don't look all that old though? Maybe twenty-five if I had to guess.\"\n\nSol remained quiet throughout the trip through the city's backstreets, partially because she was under the influence of alcohol but also because enough of her sensibilities remained to warn her that drawing attention to themselves then would be a rather bad idea. Thus she kept her silence all the way until they'd reached the room.\n\n\"Mhm, remind me to pay you back later when I'm sober.\" Sol mumbled sleepily, starting to nod off again." }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Oh, you're too nice. I'm a tad over 40; 42, 43 maybe?\"\n\n*The door opened without much fuss, and a small, though cozy room revealed itself. *\n\n\"No need, Sol. It's not much money, anyway.\"\n\n*The treton set the reptilian down on a nearby couch, before checking around the room. Corners, windows, shelves... Yakaiyo seemed keen to inspect every bit of it.*" } ]

[ { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*The rippling of the stream filled the ears of all passersby. It brushed up against the marble banks of the grand temple, when the water receded it revealed the slow erosion of detail on the walls that sat by the river, its latticed lines and elaborately engraved patterns and figures removed by time. On the other side of the river lay a road. Elves wearing extravagant flowing garments guided slaves through crowds of less glamourous elves, those who were not elf and not slave were few and far between.* \n\n*Tieres waded through the crowd, in most places he would stick out for a sore thumb because of his long black flowing poncho, embroidered with golden flower patterns that formed a v around the neck line, but the gaudy attire wasn't something that was rare in these lands, no, Tieres stuck out because he was a human, a foreigner, and an obvious one at that.*\n\n*His messy brown hair was tied in a long loose pony tail that fell down between his shoulders, His broad frame, squared face and massive scar running from the bottom of his jaw and through a colorless and obviously blind left eye, combined with a myriad of smaller scars across his face and arms was the antithesis of the prim and proper elves that populated this land. Tieres skulked through the crowd despite his mean visage and obvious battle scars, his demeanor was rather sheepish, almost as if he was lost.*" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "*A weakly built man, about 5'4 in height wandered the streets of Silnaria, being greeted by locals and previous customers alike. Despite the man knowing the routes rather well, he seemed to just be walking without a purpose, maybe just to get fresh air.*\n\n*His clothes were nothing special although they were homemade, most things were in his household. A clean white, long sleeved collared shirt with occasionally a few stains and tattered rips scattered around the clothing, his chest and back covered by a faded blueish grey vest of which appeared to be leather (how the fuck he got blue leather is beyond me), a small belt of leather holding the vest down that was adorned by many pouches and vials, some filled with herbs and potions, others empty or down to their last drop. His brown pants cuffed to his knees and black leather boots reaching up to mid calves.*\n\n*Unlike most hardened individuals, his skin was soft and clean, no defining jaw line or chin to add to his pitiful masculinity. Albeit, he did has some muscles but nothing to out of the ordinary for a human.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres raised an eyebrow when he saw the human, regardless of what they looked like, they weren't an elf, and he didn't look like a slave from a far. It mattered not , a runaway slave would do just as well as any other human. Tieres Hastened his walk until he was directly behind the man, reaching out and grabbing them by the back of their collar, then pulling them to the side of the road.* \n\n\"Everyone here talks to you like a local, but I don't know many human locals round these parts, care to help a friend out?\"\n\n*Tieres's tone was whispered but threatening, there was malice with a hint of mischief in his raspy voice, the voice of someone who had smoked far too much pipe for there age.*" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "*As soon as he was grabbed ahold of, his quickly started to race as he was pulled away from the crowds of people. 'What did he do?' 'Who is that?' 'What do they want?', etc. His weary eyes were wider than normal, mostly from shock and slight fear as they hastily scanned the person for a weapon and gage their general strength. He couldnt see any weapons on sight but the man looked rather strong, a lot stronger than our little friend here.*\n\n*Although this was an alarming situation, he continued to remain visually calm despite his anxious mind.* 'Sure, w-what can I do for you?' *Damn his stutter! His voice was soft and weak, barely louder than a shitty whisper, not helping his damsel in distress appearance.*" } ]

[ { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "\"You...\"\n\n*Tieres took out a dagger from the side of his belt, about a dozen centimetres away from the mans face, he began to flip it between his fingers, a show of incredible dexterity. Every time the blade would be Horizontal, the point would come dangerously close to Lucil's face, Tieres giggling every time it did.* \n\n\"... To be my tour guide, if you don't mind\"\n\n*Tieres put away the knife, sheathing it with a metallic click before letting go of the mans color* \n\n\"You got a name little man?\"" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "'I'm uh- Lucil.. Nice meeting you.' *He said sharply, disliking the fact a dagger was close to his face. 'Welp, fuck my life..' He held his hands behind his back as he anxiously looked around, no place to run, no crowd to hide in, he was stuck here with some stranger. His body started to let out calming pheromones as his anxiety rose, a sweet smell filling the surrounding area. He wasn't doing it on purpose but it might help his situation.. Or make it worse..*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres gave a push to Lucil, ushering them onward to the road, trying to keep there steps measured behind them, just in arms reach* \n\n\"How's a human like you end up living in the land of useless elves, I ain't never heard of Macens out these parts unless they're slaves, you some kind of slave?\"\n\n*As the walked Tieres made sure to give a fake smile to each passerby that dared make eye contact with them, obviously not used to any kind of manners of civility.*" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "'No, I'm a citizen..' *He murmured as he smiled weakly to himself, looking down at the ground to not draw any attention by staring for help. Even if he didn't have one, it was obvious his \"Tail\" Was between his legs, scared and helpless as usual.*\n\n'If you dont mind me asking, why are you here?'" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "\"Lets call it, prospecting business opportunities, I have a biiiig idea, not that your short ass could see as high as my head is, so you shouldn't be too worried about it, maybe I'll tell you in a quieter place, ain't wise to discuss... **Illegitimate** Business in the open,\" \n\n*As Tieres walked he looked back and forth between the buildings, a frown appearing on his face.* \n\n\"Fucking Elves think they're too good for taverns, you know café or something like that round here?\"" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "*He looked up at the sketchy 6 ft man, 'maybe I am a bit short'... Lucil quickly looked away, wanting to not aggravate the man and get hurt or worse.*\n\n*He frantically looked around as he asked the question, remembering that café that he went to a bit before. He nodded his head gently with a small hum before speeding up his pace a bit, having been falling a bit behind.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*As they would arrive at a café, Tieres would pull Lucil behind him then raise his foot, it looked like he was about to kick the door in, but Tieres stopped himself. This wasn't some tavern out the back ass of Quaha, if he kicked doors open here he would be looking at jail time, and jail time for anybody who wasn't a high elf around these parts was for life regardless of what you did.* \n\n*Tieres put his foot down and opened the door, once he entered all eyes were on him, he ushered Lucil to come inside, and he began walking towards the very back corner of the cafe.*\n\n\"Hate this stupid country.\"\n\n*Tieres was loud enough for most near him to hear, every dirty look was met with a scowl, some kept looking, some cowered away.*" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "*Lucil continued to walk behind the man like a tamed dog, too smart to run, too scared to scream. After people looked at him as they entered, some faces familiar and filled with pity, others strangers and smug, looking at him like he was a slave. He was used to being looked down on though, so they didn't bother him.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres sat, with a thud and clasped his hands together, resting his elbows on the table and putting them in front of his face in a contemplative gesture.* \n\n\"How's a human like you, end up in a place like this? You're family just kind of crazy or something and you stuck with the consequences?\"" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "*Lucil sat down as well, resting his hands in his lap as he looked around the café.* 'My mother just liked it here, the nature and whatnot, I got used to living here so the uh..- community doesn't bother me that much.' *He said as he glanced around at some of the judging elven beings.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "\"Well, get in where you fit in as they say, or in your case, where you don't. Order something, make it natural. Listen, I need a guide, and no elf is going to help me if they knew what I was about to do, national pride and all, gotta have pride to live in a world were every other race hates you and you're not mad about it, or maybe that's arrogance? Aw what's the difference, anyway, You're perfect, you know the lay of the land, you're my new contact, you say no, I could always dump you in a river and find a new guy, nothing personal.\" \n\n*Tieres grew a devious smile, his teeth almost fangs in the way they were sharp and angular, he looked from side to side before leaning in closer to Lucil to whisper* \n\n\"Maybe you're family could help me if you can't but we wouldn't want that now would we?\" \n\n*Tieres leaned back and composed himself, a strangely calming and warm smile on his face* \n\n\"Only joking, of course.\"" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "*The mans threats didn't seem to render the smaller one scared anymore, people always said it was strange how he could switch from emotions so easily. Sure the threats were noted but he stopped caring about them as if he lose almost all his hope of escaping, almost.. A waiter of sorts came over for them to be served, however unlike how they acted with the rest of the customers, they were more smug to them.*\n'What would you two, humans, like to order? If you have any money..' *The last part was mumbled but Lucil would still hear it, maybe even Tieres.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres spun out 5 silver coins in the direction of Lucil, they drifted across the table like wheels* \n\n\"Not a real fan of these uh, kiddy snacks and flimsy tea cups, but my friend here is a local, believe it or not, whatever they like.\" \n\n*Tieres gave an obvious fake smile, a large toothy grin, his eyes full of suppressed rage making him look crazy as he smiled on.*" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "*He was quick to snack up the coins and looked up at the elf with a warm smile.* 'Can I have a tea and two pieces of toast?' *The exchange was quick but brutal, the elf obviously trying to insult and take Lucils confidence down a peg. It didn't work. He just kept smiling through the passive aggressive insults until they left. Lucil sighed and went back to staring at the table, handing Tieres back the 2 left over silvers.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "\"Of course, this offer will cost you nothing except your time if you accept, you might even make a little money if I'm generous and it all goes to plan, you won't come to any, uh, much harm, if we collaborate.\" \n\n*The waiter arrived with the toast on a plate, tea in a small red cup white cup with red roses painted onto the china around the outside rim. Tieres clicked his tongue between his teeth, closing his eyes as if he was dissapointed or just mildly disgusted.*\n\n\"You get out of your home town much by the way? Its important.\"" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "*He nodded his head, knowing he couldn't exactly say no to the man. Some extra coins could be useful as well.*\n\n*The small man looked down at the food and drink, quickly reaching to take a bite out of the toast. He doesn't really care for what he eats, he would even eat dirt if he had to, although, the taste of food is something he will always love.*\n\n'I do actually, I go on supply runs and collect resources so I can keep my business going.', *He smiled after he swallowed his toast, happy to be eating some good food, even if it was spat on by a bratty chef.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres with his mouth closed gave a deep belly laugh that emanated from his chest, he put his fingers together once again, this time tapping them against each other to some unheard rhythm.* \n\n\"Perfect, perfect, then let me get straight to business, do you know where they keep the majority of slaves?\" \n\n*Tieres's tone grew more whispered and shushed as he spoke, trying hard to make sure nobody was listening.*" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "*'Lovely, he's a slaver..' He nodded his head again, this time more hesitantly. He didn't like anything to do with slaves but it was that or his life. He obviously chose the latter.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "\"So, here's the deal, way I see it, there's not gonna be any slaves around in the next 10 years, wars coming so I thought, hm, best make use of the exclusive market, I'm gonna free the slaves, and ransom them back to families, within a, reasonable price bracket for respective families of course, if they don't got families, I just cut em loose, hard work, tons of action and violence, I get to kill elves, free the slaves, and hell, I'm the good guy in the end too, heh.\" \n\n*Tieres speech went at a million miles per hour, he was almost spitting he was speaking so fast.*" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "'Alright.. So what do I have to do..?' *He said softly before nomming on his toast. He got an idea of what the job was despite his speedy speech, he just didn't know what he had to do.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "\"You'll be my eyes in the sky, not that you can fly, or, maybe I could throw you and you would just float since your the height of a dwarf and about as wide as a sheet of paper, regardless you know this land, so, you'll track the slaves and were they go, give me updates on market sales, or big concentrations, where masterless slaves are kept is a big elf secret, you know the lay of the land, just you know, do some snooping.\"\n\n*Tieres motioned his hand outward as if he was signaling to some sort map or drawing on the table, his face neutral and his gaze cold, obviously trying to gauge a response from Lucil*" } ]

[ { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "*The man decided to ignore what he said about and continued listening as he finished his first piece of toast. He never liked getting pulled in shady shit but it seemed like a good cause, minus the ransom but he supposed he had to agree.*\n\n'I can do that.. Anything else?', *He asked quickly, trying to keep up with his thoughts as his mind calculated almost every way this could go, good and bad.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres waved his hand back and forth* \n\n\"Not likely, but if i do, I'll find you, I want the locations of everything written, I'll pay you in advance of course, but, if you try to do me wrong, you'll be paying me back in blood, I hope that much is clear.\"" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "*He nodded his head, not wanting to get on this dudes bad side.* 'Crystal clear.' *Honestly he just wanted to get out of here and do some thinking about this whole situation.*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres gave a smirk before standing, his eyes set on the horizon, from the prospect of everyone in the café he probably looked like an idiot suddenly shooting up and staring out the window with a grin. He gave Lucil a pat on the shoulder before beginning to walk out the door.* \n\n\"Don't go talking to strangers now.\"\n\n*With that Tieres gave a near maniacal laugh, and slipped through the door and out the building.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*No moon would rise to illuminate the pitch black sky, the only source of light being the occasional flash of lightning. Rain poured down, making the cobblestones slick and soaking roofs. Everyone would be staying inside, except for one.*\n\n*The Treton has recently exited her former home about two days ago. Her last shred of hope had been blown away, with only anguish and anger remaining. She had to get out though. As much as she wished to go on a killing spree, she had to be smart about it. The best thing to do right now would be to leave, gather her thoughts. She would be walking down alone on the streets, her black robes and hair soaked by the rain, the latter covering her face somewhat. Her bow would be covered in a protective cloth, and what looked like a simple short sword hung by her side. She didn't seem bothered by the cold water. It was countered by her own emotions.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would walk through the dark, abandoned streets on this rainy night. Times like these had always brought mixed feeling to the elf, as they would allow him to walk around freely without having to worry about others. Though this also meant he had no one to rob or talk too since everyone was inside. The cold combo of night and rain also reminded him of his first couple months of exile. Those days of pure loneliness and regret, regret for what he had done to himself and the others around him.*\n\n*Horace had been moving through out the city for a while, as such, he was drenched with rain. The elf would be wearing his regular outfit; cloak, mask, and hood. On the outside, Horace looked quite defenseless, though he had a few hidden weapons. A dagger which rested on his leather glove under his cloak. A long sword on his back that was hidden by his cloak, only slightly revealed by its hilt poking out of a hole in the cloth that made it accessible. The last weapon aside from hand to hand or magic possessed by the elf was a compound bow that rested with his longsword, hidden by the cloak as well.*\n\n*Walking along his stone trail, the elf would soon notice a figure in the distance. A Trenton, or so he believed. Horace would grin, looking at this lone person while drawing up plans to rob them in his head. He planned to do a clean pickpocket, as such, all he could do in that moment was mentally prepare himself and walk towards the intersecting figure.*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*Walking down the stone streets, Yakaiyo's mind races with thoughts. Behind a cold demeanor raged a conflagration of emotion, hellfire that would scorch anyone it came across. Her pace was fast in order to accompany her thoughts, so much so that she almost didn't notice the person behind her...*\n\n*...Until she did. The splashing of water, the slight sound of footsteps on cobblestones. Yakaiyo wasn't sure who this was. Was this an ordinary thug? Or was this a bounty hunter, who figured out who she was? The treton wouldn't try to risk turning back, in fear that she would be identified. Instead, she began to walk even faster, making sure her arms were prepared to reach for her curved short sword. Abruptly, she turns a corner into another street, a dark alley. About halfway, she would stop, then turn around to face her follower.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would continue to follow the Trenton through the pouring rain. His footsteps suddenly becoming silent, muffled by the rain. It seemed the elf was getting serious with his stealth game, though it seemed to be too late as Yakaiyo had noticed him. Horace would match the Trenton's speed as they moved, following her to the alleyway. Though he'd stop at the entrance as Yakaiyo turned to him a decent way off.*\n\n*The elf would grin, raising his arm over his shoulder and grabbing onto the hilt of his long sword.*\n\"Hello there, Miss. If you wouldn't mind, im going to need you to give me your money now. Unless you want a fight.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The Treton would look at her opponent. An ordinary thug. In Silnaria, he was most likely an elf though. He was far too close to draw her bow, so she probably had to resort to melee. Looking up, Horace would be able to see her red eyes flash beneath her slick hair. Her right hand went to her short sword, drawing it slowly.*\n\n\"I'll die before I bow down to an elf.\"\n\n*The blade would flash, but it would turn out to be a special blade. The sword would split in two, creating two butterfly swords, one in each hand.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"So be it.\"\n*The elf would begin to pull on the hilt, revealing his longsword to his opponent. He would grab it with both hands, putting it before him as he observed her blades. Strange things to be sure, but they could go for some good money. He could even switch them out for his dagger if he wanted. Horace would take another moment before charging at the Trenton. His footsteps splashing about in nearby puddles as the cloaked figure moved in.*\n\"Say your prays!\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*Perfect. An elf with a sword charging her. Placing both swords in one hand temporarily, the treton takes up a stance she hadn't taken for a long time. Her foot slides inward, then suddenly out, sending a spray of water up.*\n\n\"I tried the gods long ago. They didn't work. I would have prayed for yourself, high elf.\"\n\n*The Treton would feel a rage, a hatred deep inside. No fear would be felt as the elf approached her, rather, bitterness only grew. She focused these energies into the once passive magic. The aquatic magic that healed and was revered as gentle, was corrupted by Yakaiyo's hate. A dark sphere of energy forms in her hand, and as the man closes in, she aims it right for his face. Her eyes are now wide open, and he can see their red glare.*\n\n\"PREPARE TO DIE!!\"\n```Scalding Hate cast, 15 mana spent, 2.5 regained, 187.5/200 mana remaining```" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Her foot slides inward, then suddenly out, sending a spray of water up." }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*As the elf silently charged her, he'd be slightly distracted by the way she moved. Horace would always try to observe his opponent for weaknesses, but her stance was peculiar to say the least. Nevertheless, he would continue on his path towards the Trenton. All the while looking confused about the high elf part.*\n\"Unfortunate for you, but thats to be expected. And im not a high elf!\"\n\n*Around the time she summoned the energy from her hand, the elf would only be a few feet away. Though he didn't expect the random blast, he'd attempt to dodge it by side stepping. It would come close to his head, too close for comfort, though he'd manage to dodge it successfully. Horace would pause for a moment, sighing with relief before turning back to his opponent.*\n\n*He would raise his long sword up towards the pitch black sky as the two were illuminated with a flash of lightning. Suddenly, he would bring it down on where the Trenton stood in an over head slash style.*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*Shame. She was going to enjoy watching him burn. Just a bit off. Although, he wasn't a high elf. Seems like she was mistaken.*\n\n\"What are you, then?\"\n\n*Seeing her opponent's high stance, her years of practice kick in. A vertical strike, powerful, but easily predictable. Instead of stepping, her left foot slides, feeling the flowing water on her foot. A sidestep to the left, her right blade barely deflecting the slashing blade. Her left blade aims to cut Horace's arm.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Wood elf, got a problem with them too?\"\n*The elf would chuckle slightly as she dodges his swing. She was strong and fast, a capable opponent to be sure. This would be fun at best, annoying at worst. As the Trenton moved to cut his arm, the elf would have no other option than to receive the blow. Thanks to his armor, the blade would not be able to cut too deep, though it would still make him bleed. Horace would grunt with pain as this happened, soon lifting a leg to try to kick the Trenton over.*\n\"Ow! That hurts y'know!\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"The only problem now is that you've threatened someone, who's decided that she's done. Done with playing nice.\"\n\n*The woman would reverse her grip on her right sword after deflecting the blow. Stepping to the left slightly, her right hand would use the guard of the weapon and hook Horace's foot, pulling him in as Yakaiyo delivers a side kick to her attacker's gut. She steps back after the attack, with both her weapons in front of her, her grips reversed on her weapons.*\n\n\"No mercy.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Oh, so scary, im shaking!\"\n*Horace would say in a sarcastic tone, though his expression would morph into surprise as she catches his foot. The elf would move his arm from his sword to block the kick with the fore part. As she steps back, the elf would move his arm as if shaking off the blow.*\n\"I guess this wont be as easy as i believed.\"\n\n*A moment later, the elf would pull his sword that had been seemingly stuck in the ground from his pervious attack. He would sheath it on his back, lifting his left, gloved hand and pulling a dagger from it with his right. After drawing, the elf would look at his target while his free hand would snap, a small object appearing in it.*\n\"You're going to wish you just gave me your money.\"\n\n*After speaking, the elf would drop the object that had appeared in his hand. Once it connected with the floor, the object would explode into a dense fog that surrounded the two. Horace would disappear within said fog, relying on his natural stealth abilities to move behind the Trenton. Once their, he'd silently charge her from behind, aiming for the right side of her lower back.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "``Fog Cloud (10 mana used, 2.5 mana regenerated, 92.5/100 mana``" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Did you ever?\"\n\n*The treton would step back again, sheathing both swords in the scabbard that hung from her left side. She would place her hands together, as if she was holding a ball. Ivory energy would begin to form, Yakaiyo's eyes glowing a bright white. Her hair starts to raise up, as if signifying a great power. She would take her rage and focus it into the spell, gritting her teeth. As soon as the elf tosses the stone to the ground, Yakaiyo pushes out her hands, catching Horace inside the powerful wind. Both the fog and the elf would be pushed back. The treton took glee in the harm she was going to inflict. She was going to burn this elf's face off.*\n\n\"You'll wish you never saw me.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"I did, a lone, female Trenton walking along empty streets. If you were in my shoes, you'd think so too.\"\n*Horace would take note of the sheathing of both her weapons. This probably meant she was gonna use the weird looking orb from earlier again. Though that wouldn't help her in the fog that soon enveloped the two. But to Horace's surprise, there would be no smoke as Yakaiyo cast her spell. Due to the powerfulness of said spell, Horace would be blown away at least a few feet. The elf would sigh with annoyance as the Trenton had caught him before he could move away. As such, he would get into a fighting stance with his dagger at the ready. He would motion his free hand as if to say \"Come get me.\"*\n\"Is that so? I can already tell you're going to be a pain in the ass to deal with.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*This elf was getting annoying. Not only was he taunting her, but he was going to rob her before. At this point she didn't care if he was an elf or not. Her tolerance was nonexistent.*\n\n*A voice would speak in her head. It was familiar, and made her pause for a moment. The spell momentarily becomes shining blue ice.*\n\n*\"Yakaiyo, what happened to you?\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, Hakaze. I'm so sorry!\"\n\n\"Turn back. I can't take it seeing you like this. Please, go back to the way you were. Happy, caring. Move on.\"\n\n\"How can I?!! I can never be happy without you! Without Nodako, Asake! Never again!\"*\n\n*At this point, tears would be running down Yakaiyo's face as she hears her husband's voice. No. No, it's just her thoughts. He's gone. Gone.*\n\n*\"I'm sorry, Hakaze. I have to do this. Or else I'll never live myself down.\"\n\n\"Yakaiyo, wait-\"*\n\n*The Treton would force the thoughts down, the Ice turning black once again. Another lightning bolt. A hateful scream is emitted into the sky, as the cold bolt of ice is launched towards her opponent. She draws her twin blades and jumps into the air, aiming her blades to slash diagonally from the right side.*\n\n*This elf was getting annoying. Not only was he taunting her, but he was going to rob her before. At this point she didn't care if he was an elf or not. Her tolerance was nonexistent. Gritting her teeth, a dark sphere of icy magic would appear in her hand.*\n\n*A voice would speak in her head. It was familiar, and made her pause for a moment. The spell momentarily becomes shining blue ice.*\n\n*\"Yakaiyo, what happened to you?\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, Hakaze. I'm so sorry!\"\n\n\"Turn back. I can't take it seeing you like this. Please, go back to the way you were. Happy, caring. Move on.\"\n\n\"How can I?!! I can never be happy without you! Without Nodako, Asake! Never again!\"*\n\n*At this point, tears would be running down Yakaiyo's face as she hears her husband's voice, hidden from the rain. Horace can tell that something's going on though. No. No, it's just her thoughts. He's gone. Gone.*\n\n*\"I'm sorry, Hakaze. I have to do this. Or else I'll never live myself down.\"\n\n\"Yakaiyo, wait-\"*\n\n*The Treton would force the thoughts down, the Ice turning black once again. Another lightning bolt. A hateful scream is emitted into the sky, as the cold bolt of ice is launched towards her opponent. She draws her twin blades and jumps into the air, aiming her blades to slash diagonally from the right side.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The elf would prepare for the Trenton's next hate tainted spell, getting ready to attempt a side step. Though attack would not come, causing Horace to become confused by this. He'd attempt to shake it off, instead, taking note of the change in color of her spell. From a hate filled black to a peaceful yet saddened blue that was considered natural to ice magic. It was beautiful, like most magic, then again this was no time to be admiring her ability.*\n\n*The elf would take advantage of her pause, once again switching from a dagger to a long sword. This was his weapon of choice for a battle in which he was already seen or against a capable opponent. His dagger was mainly used for close quarters assassinations or last ditch efforts if his long sword was unavailable. His bow would also be for long range assassinations or covering fire for an ally.*\n\n*Around this time, the Trenton's ice would turn black again and Horace would be ready for it. Or at least he believed as the thunderous scream of a nearby lightning bolt would break the elf's concentration as he look towards it. Yakaiyo's spell would hit the elf, by passing his blade and lowered guard. The black ice would hit him square in the chest, causing him to take a step back out of shock. Horace would turn his attention away from the lightning and back to her. As a response to her attack, the elf would lift his sword, although sluggishly, to catch both blades and block.*\n\n*Though one blade would manage to get pass the long sword defense, slashing into the elf. This would cause a spurt of blood to escape from the wound and a grunt of pain from the elf. The elf would attempt to hold his defense, expecting the Trenton to back off after her strike as she's done before. If she did, he'd temporarily sink his blade into the floor, resting on it while he held his wound with a freed hand. Horace would be panting as he looked back at his target.*\n\"I guess you're right. I do kinda regret seeing you.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The woman would see her blades draw blood, the cerulean blade covered in crimson. A flick of the sword, and blood would mix in with the rain and water. Backing off once again, Yakaiyo holds the twin blades in front of her, taking a balanced stance. Lightning would strike overhead once again, and the rain would be pouring even more, soaking the combatants to the bone.*\n\n*The Treton would pay no heed to the cold. Elemental conflict between the rain and her own temperature was nothing compared to what raged inside. Horace would be able to see Yakaiyo's eyes flicker, changing from red to blue, then blue to red, the change getting more and more rapid as time went on. Her hands would begin to visibly shake. All seemed calm for a little, but the real battle was in her head.*\n\n```Flashback```\n\n\"Wing Chun is powerful. Rather than power, you should focus on speed and agility.\"\n\n\"But then the opponent won't feel anything!\"\n\n\"That is what it seems like at first. It is often seen as delicate, a hidden power, so to speak. Try it.\"\n\n*Punches, blocks and elbows strike the wooden dummy. Eventually, the hands begin to move faster and faster, creating an almost rhythmic tempo of blows. At that point, she understood the power of the martial art. A gentle hand on her shoulder would turn her, to see a smile on a bearded face.*\n\n\"You're doing well. I need you to promise me one thing, before I can teach you more. Promise me, to never use it for harm.\"\n\n\"Why do I need to, when I have you?\"*\n\n```Flashback end```\n\n*But he was gone. No longer here. Her grip tightens, and she holds the swords steady in front of her.*\n\n\"I'm sorry, Hakaze. But I have to do this. To avenge you. For Nodako. For Asake.\"\n\n*The Treton would lunge with her left blade, with her right stabbing soon after, yelling furiously.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would continue to pant as he held his wound, observing the women. Thanks to her attacks, the elf was able to get a read on her pattern. First, a spell to disorient the opponent, then a swift attack with her daggers, and finally, a retreat to repeat the process. Though he had it, the elf didn't know if this information would help in the slightest. After all, he had already been dealt a minor and medium/severe wound, so he didn't know if he could hold out for much longer.*\n\n*The rain that would pour down on the two would cause the elf to shiver. He'd experienced worst storms, but that didn't mean he was immune to them. Horace would notice the changing of the girl's eye color, though he'd soon pay no mind as his vision became blurry for a moment due to blood loss. Horace would stumble slightly before resetting his foot work and raising his sword, getting into a stance.*\n\n*All he had to do was dodge the spell and prevent her from getting in too close. There was no guarantee he'd be able to dodge the spell in his condition. But because of his weapon's reach, he would easily be able to keep her at bay. All he needed to do was swing before she got too close to use her daggers.*\n\n*Horace would give her a confused and exhausted look as she spoke. Hakaze, Asake, \n and, Nodako? Who the hell were these people? And why was she talking about them now of all times? Despite his questions, it would seem the Trenton was moving to attack. To his surprise, there would be no spell, but that just meant he didn't have to worry about it. The elf would wait for the Trenton to get right outside of the reach of his blade, swinging it at her vertically from the right side. This would be in an attempt to discourage her from advancing while he backed up.*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*In her fury, Yakaiyo had attacked first. It would soon prove to be a costly mistake, as the cold steel bites into her side, leaving a long cut, easily parting dark cloth and pale skin. The blow would cause her to fall to her right, ending up on the floor, barely avoiding stabbing herself on her knives. Lying face down, she puts her swords together in her right hand, placing a hand on her wound. It glows blue, and begins to heal. AS the treton gets up and walks backward, the slash begins to close. Blood stains the left side of her robe, the black turning a dark maroon. A crimson ravine can be seen in Yakaiyo's pale skin.*\n\n*\"Remember what I said? Never attack first...\"*\n\n*The quote would repeat itself in Yakaiyo's mind. She begins to feel dizzy, blood loss from the large slash kicking in. Stumbling backward, she nearly falls over, if she hadn't learned how to keep balance.*\n\n\"Damn it...\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would grin under his mask as he felt his blade cleave into her side. The spurt of red blood that would come out would drench the blade that caused said wound. The elf would attempt to dislodge his blade from her, but there seemed to be no need as he fall pulled the blade out by itself. He'd still be tired and panting at this point, but he got a clean hit in on her. Maybe this battle wasn't so pointless after all, perhaps even winnable.*\n\n*As Yakaiyo would begin to heal herself, the elf would begin to retreat. Two steps at a time, backwards, until Yakaiyo got up again. He'd ready himself for another attack, although he'd probably have to make a move now. Opponents are usually more cautious after taking a hit. Speaking of taking a hit, the wound he'd dealt her would seemingly disappear, only torn clothing in its place.*\n\"Thats a pretty neat trick... Wish i had something like that...\"\n\n*Horace would chuckle lightly at the thought of him being a healer. It seemed like a very useful ability, though Horace would never of pursued it. Many a fight would he wish for healing, but a good couple days of rest was usually just as good. Speaking of which, the Trenton that stumbled before him would seem to need a few days of rest herself. In that moment, Horace would begin thinking of a sort of compromise for the two. He had lost the will to fight a while ago and was only moving to defend his life or retaliate against attacks.*\n\"So... We've both taken hits, and i don't think either of us want to continue this... *I could be wrong about that of course*.... What do you say to a truce? We can just go out separate ways and never see each other again.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The treton had two choices. Either she could fight and try to eliminate this pest, or she play it safe and run. But what if he was lying? He was a thief, after all. He could have hidden darts for all she knew, and kill her as she walked away. Her mind conflicted as she tried to reason with herself, her indecision obvious.*\n\n*\"No! You can't this little shit go!\"\n\n\"Save yourself! You can't get vengeance if you're dead!\"\n\n\"But you can kill him! All you need is land a good burn!\"\n\n\"But are you willing to take that chance?\"*\n\n*Raising her hands to her head, she drops the swords, which splash and clatter in the wet cobblestones below. Her hands slam on either side of her head, as her mind is split between either vengeance and reason, screaming out in the dark. Finally, the treton would fall to her knees, her hair covering her face, picking up her blades...*\n\n*....Placing them together, and sheathing them. She had decided that this battle was of no use. She couldn't avenge her family if she was dead.*\n\n\"As much as I want to slit your throat, we both know that there's a very high chance of either of us dying. I'm not willing to take that risk.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The elf would take note of her look of indecision that would appear on the Trenton's face. Concerning to say the least, but she was considering it rather then going to finish him off. Horace would watch as what seemed like internal conflict would once again occupy Yakaiyo's mind. Even to the point where she'd drop her weapons to hold her own head.*\n\n*This was a little concerning to the elf as he had first hand experience with such problems. Horace knew that pains within the mind and soul were more painful than any physical wounds. Though he'd continue to stand at the ready to move while she dropped. The image before the elf reflected sadness; a lone, drenched women dropping to her knees in what seemed like defeat. Though the saddening image would soon become alarming as she reached for her blades.*\n\n*Horace would put up his guard, looking rather threatening as he did. The elf had \nExpected her to resume the battle, though to his surprise she'd sheath her blades. He would lower his guard with a sigh of relief, raising his longsword over his shoulder and sheathing it. Around this time, the elf's exhaustion would kick in as well as a feeling of hunger.* \n\n*He'd relocate to a nearby wall, sitting down against it and resting.*\n\"You can certainly try to slit my throat as many have tried to before, though you might just end up with a cut throat of your own... Agreed, dying over a dumb attempt to rob something would be... Less than desirable.\"" }, { "author": "Eco", "message": "*Suddenly, a fiery red ball of fluff would drop from a roof top, gracefully landing on the floor. It appeared to be a fox, although it was drenched and shivering. Said fox would wander over to the wounded elf, observing his wounds and licking his hand gently. She'd then hop into his crossed lap, curling into a ball of wet fur. Seemingly an attempt to conserve and share heat between the two.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Ah, Eco... There you are... Was getting worried.\"\n*The elf's tone would speak contently though weakly. He would pet it gently.*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The Treton would do the same, simply going limp as she knelt in the floor. What was happening to her? She was going to risk her life for vengeance. \"Stop that. At least calculate the risk first.\" As the elf put up his guard, Yakaiyo did nothing. It was just a reaction. She was exhausted, cold, hungry. She shivered slightly, though it was partially from the realization that she was going insane.*\n\n*As she saw the fox jump from the roof, and cuddle, it would remind her of her own children. Someone to care for. A head full of hair to ruffle when they were down. For a moment, she imagines them with her, seeing their heads in her lap as she comforted them, arms wrapped around her waist, hearing their voices once again.*\n\n*\"No! No please no! Not again!\"*" }, { "author": "Asake Kiriyami", "message": "*\"It's ok, mom. You'll be ok.\"*" }, { "author": "Nodako Kiriyami", "message": "*\"You'll be fine. We'll guide you.\"" }, { "author": "Hakaze Kiriyami", "message": "*\"We will always be by your side. Always. I love you...\"*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The mirages creates by her brain would begin to fade, the illusion of a comforting hug and comforting her children rapidly fleeting. The widow becomes frantic, desperate to feel it again, so much so as saying it out loud.*\n\n\"Wait! No! Please don't leave me! I don't want to be alone, again! Please...\"\n\n*The Treton would begin so audibly sob, tears mixing in with the rain. Collapsing to the floor, Yakaiyo is unable to control herself, as she feels her insanity taking effect.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would watch his fox with a smile as he help his wound. It was going to take a couple days at least for him to heal. An annoying thing to be sure, though he couldn't blame anyone but himself. His blood would slowly leak out of him as he felt colder and colder. Weather his wound would clot in time before he bled out was quite up in the air, though Horace would show no visible concern. It seemed he lost two much blood to care at that point.*\n\n*Horace would look at the Trenton as they pleaded not to be left alone with seemingly no one. She couldn't be talking to the elf as they'd just tried to kill each other. The elf would shake his head at the miserable sight that presented itself to him. The sob filling the cold, night air as rain beat down on them.*\n\n*The elf would lift an arm, tapping the head of his fox, causing it to look up at him.*\n\"H-hey... Why don't you go cuddle up with her for a bit... Im sure she needs it more than i do... Besides, i can just summon Charlie or Delta...\"" }, { "author": "Eco", "message": "*As her master spoke to her, she would sort of be able to understand him. Getting off his lap and trotting over to the seemingly broken women. Eco would sit, looking back over to Horace nervously. She'd turn back to the Trenton, gently pawing at her for a moment. If she wouldn't respond, the fox would end up trying to squeeze itself into one of Yakaiyo's arms, cuddling against her.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would watch before turning back to his own problems of cold. The elf would extend a hand, drawing a blue circle into the air. Said circle's innards would fill with blue light as a white colored wolf would appear.*" }, { "author": "Beta Wolf", "message": "*The wolf would look around in a confused manner, as if wondering where it was. Though it'd soon catch sigh of Horace's cold, weakened state, whimpering slightly. Beta would just lay on top of the elf's lap, taking Eco's place for warmth.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Good girls... Thanks...\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"I'm going insane...\"\n\n*As the voices fade, Yakaiyo's tears would continue to flow from her eyes, dripping down onto the cobblestones below, salty drops mixing in with rainwater. She wouldn't resist as the fox attempted to get between her arms simply laying there. She was going mad, insane. And she couldn't do anything about it. Powerless. Just like when she had to watch her family die.*\n\n\"I-I'm sorry... Hakaze...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*As Horace sat there with his wolf in his lap, a feeling of sleepiness would come to him. The loss of blood and exhaustion would probably be the cause, though that didn't matter much to the elf. A yawn would escape from him as he attempted to stay awake. After all, sleep could spell death for him since an opponent who seemed to be losing their mind laid only a meter or two apart.*\n\n*His losses of blood would stop after his wound fully scabbed. As he realized this, a feeling of relief would come over him, though it'd soon be drowned out by tiredness. The prospect of sleep seemed great at the time, plus now that he thought of it, Beta could always alert him about the Trenton. Speaking of said Trenton, the thought of her name arose.*\n\"Hey lady... Seeing how we have a truce and all, i was wondering... What's your name?\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The woman would look up, now holding the fox in her lap, shielding the majority of it from the rain. She would scoot to under a nearby roof, to shield the fox from the rain. She seemed to be more relaxed now, no longer wishing to fight.*\n\n*And relaxed she was. The man she just tried to kill sent a fox over to comfort her. Being treated with such kindness didn't deserve cruelty. Who would take care of Eco, which she guessed was the fox? It seems like the man wanted her name. She didn't know why, but maybe she could trust someone else? Just this once? She was tired and cold, so she decided that it would be fine.*\n\n\"I-I'm Yakaiyo. Yakaiyo Kiriyami.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would take note of her attempts to protect Eco from the rain. This probably meant she was a caring person, at least to animals. Calmer too, which was odd since her actions earlier seemed to reflect the opposite. Perhaps she'd repressed her feelings in exchange for relaxedness. Who knew really, aside from the Trenton herself of course*" }, { "author": "Eco", "message": "*After Yakaiyo moved under the rooftops in order to defend herself and the fox, Eco's nervousness would vanish. It was clear to her that Horace had probably provoked the Trenton, warranting the elf's injuries. Yakaiyo herself seemed like she had sustained an injury, though no mark was visible. Soon enough, the red fox would curl back up into a ball like she'd done with her master. Conserving heat between the two and warming the woman, if only a little.*\n\n*The foxes head would still be poking out though, allowing her to lick the Trenton's hand gently.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Yakaiyo... Well, nice to meet you... Im Horace. Horace Caranaro...\"\n*Knowing her name brought a small amount of relief to the elf. Sharing names usually is a sign of trust when on equal terms. The elf would look back down to his not so white anymore wolf. Said would would have part of her fur stained with Horace's blood. He'd shake his head while looking down at it.*\n\"Oh... Beta... I stained your coat... Im sorry, i guess we'll have to wash you...\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Horace Caranaro... Huh.\"\n\n*The Treton would seem lost in thought. At one point, they were trying to murder each other. Now they were resting together, hiding from the rain.*\n\n\"You're an animal person?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"That's me...\"\n*The elf would begin gently petting the white wolf that laid over him. Small amounts of white fur becoming stuck to his hand.*\n\"Oh, guess i need to com you too.\"" }, { "author": "Beta Wolf", "message": "*Beta had gotten comfortable while laying on her owner's lap. A 'pleasure' that wouldn't be possible often. Eventually, a relatively quite snoring sound would arise as she falls asleep.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"I suppose you could call me an animal person... Animals are great after all. They treat you the same despite status... They don't care if your a thief or nobility, instead, they treat you like you're you... Plus they're great listeners a drive away the insanity inducing loneliness that comes with the job!\"\n*The elf would chuckle nervously after the last part as it was a true but an uncomfortable fact.*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Insanity...\"\n\n*The Treton smiles weakly. Being alone has caused her to indefinitely go insane. She had to accept it.*\n\n\"I'm pretty sure I've gone insane from loneliness...\"" }, { "author": "unwrd.", "message": "*( omg the poor gorl )*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"I doubt that... You do seem relatively normal, as far as my definition of that goes... Perhaps theres still hope for you, no?\"\n*Horace would pause for a moment, going silent as he thought. Before long, his hands would rise up, moving to his head and removing his face mask. He'd look over at the Trenton, giving her a smile. (Something Something attempt to describe facial features)*\n\"Though it'll definitely take a while, time heals all wounds, mind, soul, or body.\" \n*Removing his mask and showing someone who he'd newly become acquainted with was new to Horace. Usually it would take a while for him to show them his face, but he felt obligated to do it. Maybe it was because Yakaiyo shared the feeling of insanity inducing loneliness or maybe it was his lack of blood making him do weird things. Who knew, but he felt this was right to do, even if it was uncomfortable.*" }, { "author": "Eco", "message": "*Eco would cease licking her hand, instead fully morphing into a ball of fur. Soon, she'd fall asleep within the Trenton's lap.*" }, { "author": "Beta Wolf", "message": "*Beta would continue sleeping soundly on her masters lap. Driving away the cold with her blood stained fur and warmth.*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"If you knew my beliefs now, you wouldn't think so. Any sane person would hear that and back away.\"\n\n*Her hand went down to Eco, beginning to strike the fox's fur as if it was a child with its head in her lap. She would begin to act more normal now, especially with Horace pulling down his mask. Trust. Something she hadn't felt in a long time.*\n\n\"And time... Time does heal. But time also erodes. Just like the rivers carving out massive ravines in the earth, nothing stands up to time.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Is that so? Interesting...\"\n*The elf would look back to his wolf, yawing again. The weight of sleepiness was getting heavier by the moment, but he still had time before passing out. Horace's eyes would have a look of extreme exhaustion to them. It looked as if he could pass out, or even die on the spot.*" }, { "author": "Eco", "message": "*Eco would purr while the Trenton petted her in her sleep. Her soft, wet fur glistening slightly because of the rain.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"That is true, a trade off if ive ever seen one. But ill tell you this, those ravines that were carved into the earth allow new life to take form. I once read a book i stole-... Uh, 'borrowed', from a flouriest since i was bored and found out that rare, beautiful plants would grow in those places of destruction.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"New life. I don't think anything is going to be growing in this ravine soon. Rather than a river, this one was created by a cataclysm.\"\n\n*The treton would sigh, then speak up again. Her eyes are now dull.*\n\n\"I won't be giving any good in this world. I already tried that. It was swept away, like a sand castle being struck by a massive wave. Instead, all I can do is get rid of evil.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo's head would start to droop, obviously tired.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Well, as you just said, that's what you think... Though im not one to believe in such superstition, they say fate has plans for us all, unexpected plans... Who knows, i the future i could become a hero, or create a crime syndicate and rule the country... Or even wind up dead in a ditch somewhere...\"\n*Horace would silently shudder at the thought of such a death. It was a likely one, but one he didn't prefer to happen.*\n\n*As the Trenton spoke again, Horace would go silent for a moment.*\n\"Evil... I assume thats what you view people like me as, huh? Ive heard it all before... 'They're filth, nothing more than pests who live off of others. Evil who must be killed without hesitation'...\"\n*The elf would create a tight fist from his hand as a small tear came to his eye. Though the tear would disappear into the rain, an atmosphere of regret and frustration arising our of the elf.*\n\n\"I never *Wanted* To be 'evil'... I never *Wanted* To be this way... But i had to do what i needed to do to survive, like you or any others would do... Maybe im crazy, maybe im have something wrong with my head, maybe i *Am* Destined to die in a ditch... But im still a person...\"\n\n*The elf would sigh as his fist releases and a sense of defeat would over take the frustration. Horace would put his mask back on, looking away from the Trenton as the tiredness was becoming unbearable.*\n\"Sorry about the little rant..." } ]

[ { "author": "valethros", "message": "The further Mox would get into Silnaria, the more odd looks he would be getting from the natives he passed by. It was a stare of scorn and contempt that was all too common from high elves. It was a gaze one would throw to a peasant, which was unsurprising considering the amount of beastkin slaves kept around. However, there was another emotion, far more subtle than the rest that belied the elves' condescending glares. An emotion he wouldn't be able to see, but rather *Smell* If he lingered around one long enough.\n\nFear.\n\nRumours of a savage black beast that bore the features of a canid with seething red eyes had travelled from one mouth to another, eventually turning into a drunken tavern where tongues let loose. They said that beast had slain entire patrols by itself in the capital city of Ulnoor, where it had made its hunting grounds every night, and that it was responsible for the collapse of a coastal keep not very long ago. Though whether these tales held any credence of truth in them or not remained unclear, there was no doubt it had made the high elves uneasy around canifor beastkin, and Mox was no exception. \n\nAll the same, Silnarian taverns were busy as ever this night. The scent of cheap liquor hanged low in the air around inebriated companies that hardly seemed to regard the new arrival. Though no sooner had the weather oakwood creaked beneath the fox's footpads upon entering the tavern, than the corner of his eye could catch a single uncanny stare on him. A dark, hooded figure sat by himself in a cornermost table, seeming to raise his mug upon catching the vulpine's eye. For the briefest of moments, a smile seemed to flash on the figure's canid muzzle before unhinging to call out at Mox in a deep, somber tone.\n\n\"New around these parts, brother?\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Contempt and scorn where something Mox had gotten use to cast his way. If it wasnt for his species in some places it was for his profession in others. But the fear was a new one, the scent strong enough he could almost taste it at times. Losing focus for a moment as he haggled with a street pedlar for dried meat out in the streets.*\n\n*With that fear directed at one of his own that only made Mox more wary as he made his way through the streets. Senses sharpend to the slightest hint at danger in this foreign land. It was a boon when he finally entered that tavern. Bathing in the warmth of the hearth fighting off the nights chill when he feels the eyes upon him.*\n\n*Upon the callout Mox tightens the grip on his halberd but gives a nod in greeting. Making sure not to catch the blade on the ceiling the vulpine makes his way over to the corner table so he didnt have to yell.* \"Is it that obvious? Think I stepped over the boarder just a night ago. May I? *He asks as he gestures at an unoccupied seat.*" }, { "author": "valethros", "message": "Upon closer inspection, more of the canid's features would be clear. His fur was a midnight black, a pair of deep scars across his upper muzzle and right eye breaking the dark monotony. The long, angular ears and muzzle revealed his breed as a desert jackal... Or at least what used to be one. The pair of aberrant crimson horns atop his forehead resembled a demon's, and an array of metallic spikes upon his jaw made it unclear of whether it was a tribal adornment or something far more sinister. \n\nHe gestured upon the empty seat with an armoured paw, crude blackened steel covering all that could be seen of his lower arm beneath his cloak. The pair of mismatched eyes gazed intently at Mox- one of seething scarlet, burning like a summer flame, the other a pallid silver, cold as a gravestone. \n\n\"Ain't much vulpine folk 'round 'ere. 'Specially free ones.\" The jackal stated in a thick southron accent. He took a low sip from his mug before flipping a gold coin in his free hand, stopping for a moment to see the result before turning his gaze back to regarding the fox. \"Ya picked a fine time then. Land's full o' chances for a score, if ye know where to look...\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*When the seat is offered Mox leans his halberd against the wall near it before taking the seat. Much of the Canifor before him didnt catch him by surprise, scars were common for veterans of conflict and the metal was easy to overlook for many reasons. The horns are what he openly stares at for a moment as the rumors of the blackened canine came to mind. His attention turning from the horns to the Canifor himself as he speaks.*\n\n *This close the traveling cloak he wears hides nothing. What little armor he was wearing being an unadorned brigandine chest piece. The cloth covering black with no identifying markings with a belt of many knives crossing from his right shoulder to his left hip flash briefly in the fire light. What scars he did carry were no match for the jackals in intricacy or size, revealing at least some combat experience.*\n\n*Triangle ears twitch at the clatter of the coin as it hits the table, Mox gaze flicking to it before back to the speaker.* \"Saw a few of mine in irons on the way here ya. Cant do much for em less one wishes to face the law and dance at the end of a rope I'm assuming. What opportunities does this place have for newcomers?\"" }, { "author": "valethros", "message": "A shallow grin flicked at the edge of his lips, flashing his razor-sharp canines for a fleeting moment. There was darkness in those corners, hints of something far more sinister lurking right beneath the surface of the jackal's uncanny visage. Or perhaps it was merely a figment of the vulpine's imagination. \"It is unwise to presume things like that so easily...\" He mused, a low snarl resonating with his words, eyes narrowing at the fox.\n\nAnd as quickly as his gaze turned morbid, it softened once more, beckoning a nearby barmaid for another round of drinks. The felid woman seemed hesitant to oblige at first, though the flick of a coin her way soon loosened her attitude... As well as ensuring her silence as it was accompanied by the subtle scraping of claws on wood from the jackal's side. The feline barmaid would soon return with two mugs of ale, one of which the jackal would pass onto his current companion with a soft smirk.\n\nAs his wrist docked unto the table, the distinct clanging of chains could be subtly heard on his wrists, where a worn out pair of broken shackles could be hardly seen under his cloak. \n\"Our kin has been shackled in spirit far more so than in body.\" The jackal spoke with a low whisper, leaning his head forward. \"They have grown complacent for far too long and forgot the ferocious heritage that runs in their veins. In due time, they shall be reminded,\" His words resonated like they were carrying the weight of an oath, eyeing the fox intently before leaning back against the seat once more, indulging in his drink. \"Anyone that knows to use how to use the business end of his weapon properly may find this current unrest as a golden opportunity. Simply ask the right kind o' questions to the right folk~\" He smirked lightly, tapping his mug on the table after taking one last sip, standing up to make his way out. Though a keen eye could catch his tail flicking under his cloak, like urging the fox to follow him, should he get the hint." } ]

[ { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*The low snarl caused Mox's whiskers to twitch, imagination or not something was off about this situation. Lowering his right hand from the table Mox placed it on the grip of the short sword hanging from his right hip. While it wasn't idle it was the best for defense he had in the confined Inn if things get dicey. Completely missing that the barmaid was called till the mug is sitting in front of him.*\n\n*It takes him a few seconds but he does grab the mug. Eyeing up the shackles as they are revealed to him. He let the jackal continue their speech, drinking through the ale slowly as he weighs the words.* \"Sounds as if my pockets will be full in no time them.\" *He answers as his drinking companion stands up. For a second he stays, having seen the flick of a tail to indicate there may be more, staring into his ale as if it would give him an answer as to how to deal with this situation. It didn't take long for him to put his mug back down on the table and collect his halberd to follow.*" }, { "author": "valethros", "message": "The vulpine's cautious reaction seemed to catch the canine's attention- and luckily, in a positive manner. A seemingly satisfied hum escaped the jackal's muzzle, tapping his claws across the wooden table in ascending order before he would finally turn to leave. Deftly weaving between patrons, his pads made naught a single sound over the weathered floor, his form flickering as he tread upon dim lights. \n\nThe outline of his cloak was the only beacon for Mox to follow, leading to a dim alley few ways off the inn. Were the vulpine to follow him, his tail would slip between the lower gaps of his cloak... But it was not a canine tail that revealed itself. It was more akin to a scorpion's, a serrated spine that curled overhead with a crude blade at its tip- more lethal than any stinger nature could procure.\n\"Tell me, fox,\" The jackal muttered, slowly turning to regard Mox, his intense crimson gazed fixed upon the vulpine's yellow eyes, \"Have you ever been in chains? Bound by wrist and ankle, whipped until you could stand no more? Ever been treated like a mere *Dog*?\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox did follow, but the further they got the more he became unsure this was a good idea. The alleyway did not look inviting when he stood at its maw, taking the plunge as he stepped forward to follow. The movement of the tail drew Mox's attention as he stepped deeper into the alleyway. Following the movement cautiously as the Jackal speaks.*\n\n*Mox thought on the best response, this situation required caution. Whoever this was they were dangerous.* \"I have not. No intention of allowing myself to be either. What they do to our kind is a cruelty and an insult to us all. I deeply grieve for the fact you have had to endure that, I do not even wish to imagine how that felt.\"" }, { "author": "valethros", "message": "The alley was every bit as uncanny as the jackal dark and murky like every place where shady dealings take place. Though beastkin senses allowed both of them to tread through the narrow streets, past the point any 'decent' elven folk would be willing to venture, one might curse their sensitive nose all the same.\n\nThe jackal's posture screamed of looming danger as he spoke, yet his rancour did not seem aimed towards Mox. \"Entire generations of our kin grew up and perished in chains. Some are captured and broken into submission sooner or later...\" His gaze travelled upwards, distant and lost in thought, but his aberrant eyes were not able to hide the long-suppressed memories of anguish in his mind.\n\"Even fewer... Refuse to grow complacent. Those are taken away in the dungeons... To be used as lab rats for sick and twisted experiments. Turned into monstrosities that hardly resemble their kind anymore.\" He growled, his tail violently thrusting into a nearby granite wall. The malformed blade sliced deep into stone, crushing parts into shrapnel before curling back over the jackal's shoulder. \"But the elves cannot hide their mistakes forever. It is time we remind them *Why* They put us in chains. It is time to remind them *Why* They feared us.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox's cloak protected him from any fragments of the stone as the jackals talk destroys part of the wall.* \"I see.\" *He answers. All of this was new to him, the experimentation was something he had never heard of himself till now.*\n\n*The jackal could see the foxes ears fold back as he weighs what has been said so far. This sounded like a lot more then what he came here for. He came here for gold, for work, but what was being discussed could lead to something more or a bloody end. But then again, what have the elves ever really done for him.* \n\n*It takes a few seconds but those ears go back up to standing at attention. The tension starting to loosen from his form as he looks to the jackal with less suspicion on his gaze.* \"That's a daunting task you speak of. One would assume it isnt taken on alone?\"" }, { "author": "valethros", "message": "The jackal's fur had briskly stood on end all the while he spoke, ears folded flat against his temples. Lips had pulled back to bare his razor-sharp fangs. There was genuine hatred in his words every time he referred to elves, one rightfully earned after a lifetime's worth of pain and suffering at their hands. \n\n\"I have allies where I need them, but this burden is mine to bear. As it is to all my enslaved kin suffering every passing hour at the hands of self-righteous swine,\" He growled these words like spitting venom, his voice deep and rough as gravel, all the while remaining low enough to not resound past these alleys.\n\n\"You need not follow me on this path. Your freedom is your own, and I am no elf to have a say in it. There will be gold and blood where I tread, and I will not rest until every last shackle has been broken under the smouldering ruins of this empire. This, I swear.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Knowing now that the bitter anger wasnt direct at him allowed Mlx to relax a bit more. The jackal was dangerous but he may be able to be worked with.* \"Golds not a concern depending on how this goes. Long as I can get a client to hire me for a time now and again so I have enough to keep my gear in shape and fill my belly I'm content.\" *Mox dismissed the notion of following for gold with a wave of his hand. Money was always secondary, a necessity, but long as he had enough it didnt matter.*\n\n*Juggling his halberd to rest it in the crook of his right arm he offers the jackal his left hand.* \"Consider me an ally then. All I can offer is my strength and my skill if it may be of use to you.\"" }, { "author": "valethros", "message": "For a few moments, the jackal's expression seemed to soften, accepting the vulpine's handshake. The steel in his gauntlets was unnaturally sharp and cold, one that could chill Mox to the bone if he held it with a naked palm. Yet the fire his eyes burned hot as ever until he would finally part his gesture.\n\nHis muzzle arched upwards, closing his eyes for a few seconds to sniff the air. \"Smell that? A storm's brewin' above. Run along now, brother. Seek shelter on their walls of stone while they still stand. When the time comes I shall have need of your talents, you will know.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox'a handshake was firrm as he endures the cold of the jackals steel wrapped grip. Following his gaze to the sky for a moment, only able to catch the damp scent of the alley and lingering taste of fear that permeated this city.* \"Mox.\" *Hr offers, giving the jackal a name to call on when he needs assistance.* \"May the sun warm your back on your travels brother.\"\n\n*Letting go of the jackals hand he lifts the halberd up on one shoulder again as he heads for the mouth of the alleyway.*" }, { "author": "valethros", "message": "*\"Mox..\"* The jackal muttered, making a mental note of the vulpine's name. \"Should you find yourself confronted upon your darker ventures by dubious folks, tell them you work for the Revenant, and they will leave you be.\" He stated as an indirect means of introduction, subtly bowing after parting his hand. \n\nDark tendrils flicked around the jackal's formed as he turned away, padding deeper into the alleyways. Every sound he might have made faded alongside his form as if he was never there to begin with, naught but a faint whisper echoing from the dark before the jackal was fully gone. \n*\"Shadow hide you, brother.\"*" } ]

[ { "author": "Iris", "message": "*In the distance was a figure who... Had strange a blue shade for her skin? Hair like long large globs of the similar hue and wore tattered clothes that looked similar to that of a servant. For anyone who was there watching closely enough they'd see the woman running intensely, her body bouncing up and down slightly with every step she took. Her breath visible like mist in the cold winter morning. \n\nIris was a slave that had finally gathered enough courage to attempt an escape from her new captors, she wasn't gonna suffer through anymore from this new master of hers. For years she was abused by different masters and they were the same! Mean, unappreciative and scary she had to escape this life even if it's the last thing she does\n\nAs she looked around the area she softly swore under her breath while trying to find somewhere to hide in but only seeing the snow covered field not a tree in sight.* \"No where to hide... I-I need to think quickly.\" *Iris had to think of something anything! Her captors were surely not far behind her and she won't be able to fend them off alone, especially with her current abilities right now. As she looked more intensely she saw the silhouettes of two... Things? She really couldn't see what it was properly but she had to take the chance, this was the only chance for her to escape. Quickly her body turned towards the two figures and rushed towards them*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The sky was quite cloudy, and white mist blocked his vision all the way. Still, as a steppe elf - and a magically talented one at that, he could recognize distinct object rather far away.* \n\n*He focused on the figure ahead of him. She had strange, blue skin, and for a moment, he mistook her for a Fae - After all, he don't expect to see Uzhi around at all. The clothes of the girl was tattered, and he suspected it could be a slave or servant. She seems to be fleeing something.*\n\n*As she closed in, he saw the globs on her - and it was no sign of disease, but rather sign of a... Slime person. Her flesh was somewhat translucent, and that helpeed him decide what this mysterious object was. He reckoned she was like perhaps, three hundred meters away.* \n\n*He tugged on the rein of his summoned horse* \"Let's go, Alice.\" *He said, to the mighty towering stallion of a horse, and walked quickly through the snow toward the newly discovered person. Which in reality means he was walking at a slow pace, mostly weighed down by his own horse .* \n\n*Two minutes later, the two would be in talking distance.* \n\n\"Hail!\" *Sirdan said in a formal tone*" }, { "author": "Iris", "message": "*As the two neared each other she was already getting more and more tired from all this running, she was used to working long hours but she didn't frequently do this. By the time they were in talking distance Iris had already been slightly out of breath but she had to ask for help! There was no second guessing, no wondering, no time to stall. There was no use thinking this person was the only one who she could ask for help* \n\n\"P-Please... Help me! I need to... Escape, they're coming to get me!\" *Iris shouted fearfully as she immediately went and kneeled down onto the cold snow covered grass with no hesitation whatsoever. Bowing her head before looking up to the elven man with eyes on the verge of tears and full of fear but also determination. She was going to do everything she can to escape her old life, whether it's beg and plead or kill she'll do it. She wasn't going to accept that her life would just be with people like them. She wanted to see the world and live, not survive on scraps while slowly wasting away*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The girl in front of him seemed to be in great distress when she arrived. He showed a bit of concern, wondering what kind of life threatening creature is chasing her - as far as he is concerned, he cannot see them yet... He debated asking her to calm down, but that sounded very condescending.* \n\n\"What is coming to get you, Missus? I'm Sirdan, you?\" *The man awkwardly asked, fitting in his name at the same time, how efficient! The elf put down his hands, trying to appear as relaxed as possible. He shuddered a bit as a cold stream of air blasted him and Iris in the face.*" }, { "author": "Iris", "message": "\"Iris! Iris is my name!\" *She quickly responded almost in an annoyed tone while looking around in fear. It was clear that the woman currently seemed very paranoid and cautious* \"The slavers are coming for me, please I just want to escape. I'll do anything for you! **Anything** I just don't want to live with them anymore. They'll hurt me for pulling something like this on them.\" *The slime woman just pleaded over and over to the man. It was clear in the way she acted that she so utterly desperate.\n\nAs she pleaded to the man she stared intensely at his horse already having the idea of escaping with the man on his horse. While thinking about more situations she felt the cold gust of wind hit her back causing her to shiver erratically. Her tattered clothes weren't doing much to stave away the frost, it was surprising that she was even capable moving about. She was relying completely in her cortisol and adrenaline from all the running and energy that she was using up, the stress was making her work more than usual*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Iris. I see.\" *He replied, and listened to her very, very panicked tone,*\"The snow is deep and thick, and they will take a long time to catch up. I can help you escape, but... Let me ask you something first.\" *Sirdan tried to calm down again, finding himself somewhat agitated by her constant pleads! He needs to recognize what is happening.* \n\n\"Did you come from the main road?\" *He said, and then looked at her shivering, he grabbed the blanket roll on his horse, and then untied the rope on it, hanging the rope on the side of the horse, and then handed over the heavy blanket,*\"Wrap this around yourself. If you came from the main road, we'll have to take the long way back.\"" }, { "author": "Iris", "message": "\"I don't know! I don't usually go out and I've never been here before but uhh...\" *Iris looked back to where she came from and pointed towards that direction slightly east, alittle bit unsure of how to answer the question* \"T-there we came from there I'm not sure if we took the main road or not but my master's attendants did say we needed to be descreet traveling past Huiruor or something? I'm sorry but that's all I know\" *Iris would say as she took the heavy blanket and quickly placed it on her back. Her face immediately softening with relief as she did so. She wasn't completely warm but it was clear that she was a lot less colder than she was earlier. She then realized that her legs were already freezing numb from kneeling down and quickly stood up. It was a sad site to see, she looked more like slush than slime*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Calm down a bit, get on the horse.\" *He offered his hand, helping her up into the horse if she accepted. Then he wrapped the blanket around her carefully to warm her up,*\"Keep the blanket around you. I'll stay on foot and lead the horse by rein.\" \n\n*He took the rein of the horse, and the horse pranced around in a semi circle, turning back the way Sirdan came from.* \n\n\"I was gonna head toward the main road, but I suppose we'll have to take a detour northeast, toward another port town if we were to avoid your master and his attendants. We should reach a village within fifteen miles - a long walk, and then we can rest there. In two days we'll be at the port.\" *He explained.* \n\n\"Tell me more about yourself. Why'd you escape?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*He took the rein of the horse, leading it slowly back toward where he came from. He listened to her while on the way there. Something about Iris caught his attention... Her story, her story seemed to be so... Speedy, without any break, without any room for thought. In a way, it shocked him. He wondered if this had to do with years of slavery - but he has never heard of slave talk like this before.* \n\n\"Calm down, missus, give me some time to understand what you are saying.\" *He criticized, slightly annoyed with how the person he is rescuing is not exactly... Endearing herself to him.*\n\n\"Don't grab me, missus, just hold onto the horse's neck, you will fall if you do that.\"" }, { "author": "Iris", "message": "\"Oh I-I'm sorry.\" *Iris slowly let go of the man and reached for the horse neck as advised. She really didn't want to take any longer here in this frozen field, what if they were still here? Just following her watching and waiting all the while she was telling her life story to this random man she didn't know. Maybe... Maybe she was just being to on edge? She had already escaped and this man was just here to help. Taking a deep breath and exhaling Iris gathered her composure and spoke again*\n\n\"I apologise once more, I didn't mean to be so quick with my words it's just... I want to leave here as soon as possible. I still feel that there's a possibility I might get caught and I'm afraid.\" *As she spoke her voice quivered either from hesitation, the cold or possibly both. Once more another powerful gale rushed passed them causing her to shiver from within the blankets*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*He continued on his road, and then glanced backward when she mentioned wanting to escape her pursuer.* \n\n\"You sounds much more calm now. Now, how powerful are these... Pursuers? I believe I am more than a match for the average pursuer. Of course, the matter of following the law will be... Well, another issue.\" *He stopped the horse for a second, tying up the blanket tighter,*\"Afraid it will be a long walk until the next break, but I got some cold pie in that pouch - the second left from the front of the horse.\"" }, { "author": "Iris", "message": "\"Well I don't know about their magical capabilities but I did see that they were armed and they wore some fairly menacing armor. I'm not very versed in the topic but they seemed to be wearing leather armor with certain pieces looking like plate. Most likely they were hired mercenaries of some sort.\" *Iris said out loud as she thought about what the group that was transporting her.* \"If I remember correctly two of them had swords and one was armed with a bow what kind I had no clue.\" *Iris had never been skilled at sword fighting or archery, possibly because she really had never had the chance to take up either. Magic was really the only thing she was naturally good at and that she could teach to herself.*\n\n\"When you say that you're more than a match does that mean you do this often? Fighting and protecting people I mean.\" *The slime woman had said before trying to grab the recently mentioned pie. Any food was good for her, anything to give her more energy to last. Her slightly slushy hands would feel about the pouches of the horse, opening the second one as she was told in search for some pie!*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Fairly menacing armour, huh?\" *Sirdan said with a bit of... Dismissal. Though he worried about whether he could actually take them on.*\n\n\"That makes you a valuable target. Well, let's see if they are willing to risk their life for a slave - I bet more mercenary won't.\" *Reflecting his anxiety, Sirdan's steps started to quicken, and so did his horse, making the ride slightly rougher than usual.* \n\n\"One with a bow... Hmmph..\" *The elf glanced at the bow on his horse - a mighty, thick-limbed beast, with equally heavy arrows in a quiver resting next to it. Luckily for him, his magically enchanted bow was somewhat protected from the weather. Still, he wouldn't resort to force if he don't have to.* \n\n\"How quick you can walk in the snow? Because we'll have to hurry if we don't want a fight. And I don't.\"" }, { "author": "Iris", "message": "\"Well I managed to run away from them last time albeit that was more so due to me catching them off guard rather than me actually being a fast runner. I don't exactly know if they'd be willing to risk their lives for someone like me but I'd rather not find out.\" *Iris told... Wait she hasn't even asked this man his name yet!*\n\n\"Oh my! I had just realized that I haven't asked you your name yet, Sir. My sincerest apologizes it's just that I was in such a panic earlier that escape was the only thing in my mind. If it's alright now may I ask you the name of my savior?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*He raised his hand in confusion, and then smacked it against his helmet as he attempted to scratch his head. He was quite sure he introduced himself to her, but as she said, she was panicking. No need to pick on her, he thought.*\n\n\"Ah, my name's Sirdan, I think I told you earlier - must've been missed between the chaos.\" *He said, before glancing back again. The two is now on a relatively flat stretch of the road, and Sirdan could see almost three hundred meters behind. He wondered if the pursuer was indeed, anywhere close by.* \n\n\"If I recall, the village's around three miles away, we can make a rest there, just hope they don't come knocking...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Iris", "message": "\"Ahhh I was unaware that you were able to do such magic. That does indeed sound like a much better plan compared to mine, I'm so lucky that I had met you Sirdan... Honestly\" *Iris smiled at the elf, a smile of joy and the first time that the elf would actually see her smiling. Her eyes would move towards the village looking towards it intently before nodding to herself* \"Okay! Shall we execute your plan?\" *She said excitedly with a determined expression forming on her face*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Of course!\" *He snapped his hand, pulling out a talisman, and then summoned a footman next to him. A stout looking macen, holding a flanged mace and a shield. And then he summoned another - this one holding a sword and shield.* \n\n\"Well, guess my group of bounty hunters are a bit underfunded. Act afraid of me, maybe timid and look as downcast as you can be. Make sure you look like a very very unhappy recaptured slave.\" *He instructed, and then walked up to the village. There was no villagers to look at them - most of them staying in their house for warmth instead. He headed straight to the inn, and glanced at Iris, making sure she is acting her part.*" }, { "author": "Iris", "message": "\"Don't worry I'm great at acting very afraid, unhappy and timid! Haha... Ha... Ha...\" *Iris said as her actual laugh slowly turned into a laugh of sadness and self pity. As told when entering the village itself Iris would do her best to act downtrodden and depressed similar to how she was when Sirdan first met her. She'd continue her shivering which could be considered as fear but was really still from the cold. A part of her was slightly confused as to why there just weren't any people outside but that was possibly a good thing since she didn't need to act as much. When nearing the inn she'd quickly rush up towards the door and open it, making sure not to make direct eye contact to anyone as she moved about*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan was prepared to disapprove of her depressive display, then refrained from doing so - attempting to cheer her up at this point will end up ruining the disguise. Sirdan arrived in front of the inn's front door, and glanced at the two closed windows. No one can see him. \n\nHe took a deep breath, and then puffed out a white mist of air, and turned around to Iris. He gave her a nod, before whispering to the two footman under his command - act as if they were rowdy, unruly mercenary with no respect for Iris. And they don't know her name. \n\nHe started the act.* \n\n\"Oi! Faster, bitch!\" *The elf bellowed, in the deepest, least gentle voice he could imagine. The two soldiers - being dumb summon, didn't know what to do. In a very low, hushed tone,*\"Laugh, you dumbarses.\" *Then the two soldiers followed up with laugh, a vague, approximation of vulgar soldiers mocking the slave.* \n\n*Sirdan grabbed one of Iris's hand forcibly, and then pulled her into the tavern, as he opened the door. He pointed toward the nearest person that looked relevant - manner not being a thing associated with the typical mercenary type.*\n\n**\"I need two room!\"**" } ]

[ { "author": "Iris", "message": "*Another pained yelp escaped her mouth as she felt the violent tug on her arm. Yeah she didn't have any bones or even joints but she still had feelings too! Following Sirdan she entered the inn's room and looked about before looking towards the elf. While she did so she began to cast a spell which caused her hand to glow blue. Slowly water poured from her palm which she slowly rubbed on herself to imitate soaking in water which would usually help heal her wounds and in a way calm her down.* \"Y-Yes Sir I'm fine with that. Whatever you want to do.\" *Her head nodded at the man in agreement not really disliking anything about the plan he had made although it had made her realise that the man was quite... Bossy to say the least. She was used to that with her other masters but she didn't expect that regular people were like that aswell. Is everyone just bossy naturally? She thought to herself while walking towards the corner of the room where there wasn't anything so that she couldn't soak or dampen the bed*\n\n\"Once we get to the port what's the plan then? Are you to set out and continue whatever you were doing, Sir?\" *If she was going to be honest she didn't really know what to do with her life so she asked him what he was going to do. She didn't have any work or any family that she could go back to. How was she going to eat? Where was she going to live? What was she going to do with her life? She really should've thought about this more thoroughly before actually escaping. Her face went deep in thought as she continued with her magic water that in a way was similar to how people put lotion on their body to moisturise and make it healthy.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan finished his sentence, and then fixated his eyes on the spell - slightly alarmed. When a stream of water poured out from her palms, he let out a relieved sigh, and watched her rub the water onto her arm, standing awkwardly.*\n\n\"Ah, silly me.\" *He said, walking over to one of the bed and sitting on it,*\"Sorry about that - Wanted to act the part.\" *He let out a sigh,*\"I'm planning to return to Salvainia after this quest. As for a plan...\" *He held his hands together, trying to think up of one on the spot, occasionally glancing at the slime performing skincare,*\"Don't have any except taking you there - what're you good at, Iris?\" \n\n*Might as well throw the ball in her court!*" }, { "author": "Iris", "message": "\"Me? Well I know how to cook, clean, take care of people. The usual things that servants like me do, back then though I did like drawing and I used to study magic alot but when I had to work I kinda stopped doing those kinds of things.\" *As the slime woman continued on rubbing the water on herself the water was very quickly absorbed into her skin. It was strange... With Sirdan's occasional glances he would notice that Iris' large droopy slime hair would move about around her, it was difficult to tell since it was all globs of the same color but it was like her hair helped to spread around the water.\n\n\"I just have to tell you Sir. Your acting was very eerily realistic. You sure do know how to act like a dominating master haha...\" *Iris would say before looking towards the man more intensely, she was very tired and hungry. She really wanted to sleep but her body longed to be filled up. She hadn't eaten for quite a while and the food scraps she was given weren't the most filling things in the world for a woman of her size and stature*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmm... Well.\" *He tapped his fingers together in thought,*\"If you know magic, that make you a notch above the rest - I could use a companion or two to take along on my quests - the easier one, at least.\" *He added,*\"But cook - clean, taking care of people. I've wanted to hire a maid myself for my house. Place's pretty big and I'm too busy out there earning money to take care of it - I got summoned servants, but a real human touch always help.\" \n\n*He turned toward her,*\"I can sign an employment contract - paying you a fixed amount, plus room and board, and get a notary as witness, as a translator if you are not literate. A contract for six months, perhaps.\" *He added,*\"If you don't feel like being employed, I can let you stay in my place for a month or two - I got the spare room and charge, until you get settled down.\" \n\n*He laughed at her comments,*\"My line of work requires... Some proficient acting. You have to be the most terrifying, mean bastard in the world if you want people to give you what you want. Or the best chum, or the stern leader. I can be all of them.\" \n\n*Sirdan continued chatting, but the aroma of roast meat reached his nose, and he was reminded of the meal he ordered earlier,*\"I ought to check in on the meal. Stay here, but scream if anything funny happen.\" \n\n*Sirdan opened the door, peeking downstair and keeping a low profile - just in case the mercenaries were here already.*" }, { "author": "Iris", "message": "*What Sirdan said... It was alot to take in, the man was quite the character. She had never met anyone quite like him. Well she wasn't really the type to meet alot of people anyways but the fact still remains that just on a whim, just by her saying that she knew how to cook and clean she was immediately given the idea of getting a job. A way to actually get money and if she didn't want that she was given an option to stay with him in his home temporarily or even go with him on quests. Hearing all of this made her eyes widen and her face go into shock. She couldn't believe what she heard, this absolutely generous man was giving her all she ever wanted* \"I-I Sirdan-\" *Before even finishing her sentence the man was already off and away in search of his food. A smile formed on her face as an actual feeling of joy and ecstasy grew within her as she rushed over towards the bed and sat there overjoyed... Just happy*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*While the slime girl was left in joy and ecstasy, Sirdan went downstair to sate a much baser need - for food, of course. He peeked out of the doorway, and then down the stair, exposing only one side of his eyes as he focused on the dimly lit interior.*\n\nGood, no funny visitors. He went over to the innkeeper, and before he opened his mouth, the innkeeper answered timidly,*\"Meal's ready!\" \n\n\"I want it on a tray, please.\" *He said, forgetting his own disguise and acting nice for once. He nodded firmly when the food were served on a tray to him - a meal of roast lamb with rosemary and garlic, and pork seasoned simply with salt. Plus, a copious amount of plain flatbread to go with it. There were also two large mug of small ale* \n\n*He walked up and set down the meal in front of the slime girl, and then walked back out of the room,*\"Oi! Meal's ready!\" *He called out to his summons, who walked out of their room to fetch their meals too. And then proceeded to eat it in their room.* \n\n*Sirdan closed and locked the door, sitting down in front of the chair in the room,*\"Now we eat.\" *He closed his eyes and hands together, giving a brief prayer to Ulnos, before he started digging in. There were two hard trencher for the two to put their meal on.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "*The younger man would've squinted at the camp that they overlooked, flipping his compass lid down and sliding it into his coat pocket. Lucrum without much words would nod and give his comrade a the hand signal for 'okay'. After he looked over to Almann, he began to observe the best approach of this camp.*\n\n\"We'll make use of our initials when communicating, I'm L and your A, I have a lot of fate in your abilities but stay close.\"" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The two of you march down the side of the hill, heading through the grass - it parting in your wake like a stagnant ponds worth of water. Soon they come within five times of the camp, in which they are spotted by one lightly armored individual out front, who yells back into camp in a language neither individual understands. Soon enough, three other lightly armored individuals pop out of campaign and they begin to approach.\n\n```Mercenary 1 to 4 - (Earth Macen), HP; (25), distance; (4 tiles)```" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann unsheathes his khopesh and gives a quick nod to L. He moves to the left, attempting to draw his targets' attention to himself._\n\n_Almann begins quickly chanting, making the necessary gestures, and symbols to produce the first of two lavender circles at the palm of his hand, attempting to aim at the unguarded portions of Mercenaries 1, 2, and 3. Due to his experience as a mage, his strings together the necessary chants and symbols for the second spell, and another lavender circle in his palm._\n\n_Radiant Barrage and an additional Radiant Bolt launch from the two separate lavender circles, one larger than the other, towards their intended targets._\n\n```HP: 25/25 \nMana: 31/36 \nFocus: n/a\n\n\n\nDefense: 11\nMovement: 1 tile left\n\nFree Action:\n[Weapon (Khopesh, equiv. Shotel) unsheathed]\n\n1st Half Action:\nRadiant Barrage: Mercenaries 1,2,3 | 2 | 5 (n/a) | Simulcast\n\n2nd Half Action:\nRadiant Bolt: Mercenary 1 | 9 | 7 (n/a) | n/a```" } ]

[ { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "*Without hesitation Lucrum would be ~~first~~ second, to commence his preemptive and follow-up assault with to his partner, he didn't need further warning to know that it was time to test thy mettle. . . His family Sabre suddenly rested nicely within his hand, today was a good day. . .\n\nThe young squire with a drive of instinct quickly mimicked his Flux gestures with his single hand. Before aiming it towards the group of mercenaries. Emitting a bold devious red pulse, along with a red sphere. Launching it into the midst of the group; Sending a ball of cackling lighting specifically the third, second, and fourth Merc. That were near each other. \n\nHe remains steadfast and fluid. Soon after releasing his spell, his Sabre thrusts forward only to aim at Mercenary 1. Sending a fire bolt towards him. Now his eyes watching and counting their steps. . . Almost there, c'mon— just a tad closer.*\n\n```\nLucrum! \nHP: 35/35\nMana: 27/36\nFocus: 1/1\n\n[Simucast: 1/2 remains, Quickcast, & Metal Projection.]\n\n\n\nMovement: None, remains still.\n\nShockwave (Simucast) : Merc's 2, 3, 4 vs Shockwave | 11 | 14 (15)| N/A\n \nFire bolt: Fire vs Mercenary 1 | 8 | 11 | N/A\n```" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The four lightly armed and armored mercenaries scramble into formation just in the nick of time as their light shields are peppered by spells, though seemingly unphased. Taken by surprise as they were - they are unable to muster an appropriate response besides assuming this loose and undisciplined formation. \n\n```Mercenary 1 to 4 - HP; (25), Defense; (11), distance; (4 tiles)```" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann chants and makes more gestures, producing a golden circle from his left palm. This time, his right arm stretches, and he launches a melee attack at the neck of Mercenary 1 using his Khopesh (shotel equiv.). They had to whittle down their numbers as fast as possible before they regain their composure._\n\n```HP: 25/25 \nMana: 30/36 \nFocus: n/a\n\n\n\nDefense: 20\nMovement: none\n\n1st Half Action:\n\n\n2nd Half Action:\nMelee Attack: Mercenary 1 | 16 | 7 (13)Cut | n/a```" }, { "author": "Lucrum T. Khamiel", "message": "**\"SHOW YOURSELF COWARDS!— YOU HIDE LIKE PRISSY TURTLES IN A MALFORMED SHELL!\"**\n\n*Lucrum cackled loudly— But he wasn't hiding his irritation to the shoddy shield formation by taunting them, Knowing that if he were to attempt to charge them from the front he'd surely find himself biting off more than he can chew. They young squire, Quick with his hands and keen on his intuition. L Would glance to his partner, watching him focusing on a single mercenary opposed to the entire formation with his. He'd smirk at him, smart guy! L would do his flux hand motion, and aim his blade to Almann. A's armor would suddenly laminate with the warmth of an inferno resting on him. Lucrum, fueled with an ecstatic atone he would encourage his comrade onwards with some proverbs.*\n\n**\"SLASH AND BURN!—REAP WHAT YOU SOW!—\"**\n\n*L would flip-flip to a more straightforward retort. Something less poetic and more direct.*\n\n\"CURVE THY BLADE AROUND THEIR SHIELDS A! SHOW THEM THAT WE FEAR NO TORTOISE!*\n\n```\nLucrum: Agitated! \nHP: 35/35\nMana: 19/36\nFocus: 1/1\n[Quickcast and Metal Proj.]\n\nDefense: 10\n\n\n\nShroud of Flame! : Given to (A.) Almann.\n \nLucrum's Slash: Sabre vs Mercenary 4 | 6 | 7 | N/A\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*As it turns out, combing the streets would be the perfect way for Horace to find the Treton. While she was using a spell to disguise her true nature, horrible remarks could be heard being directed towards her nonetheless. Fish Breath. Trout. Blubber. Sea monster. Deep demon. Yakaiyo had decided to try, just one more time, to see what it was like. Not as a criminal, not as a noble, just as a person, to wander the streets of Silnaria. Nothing had changed. Just like before, she was met with only prejudice. Each word stung like the magic that had blasted her earlier, and she physically winced every time.*\n\n*Looking then, Yakaiyo had put on her hood, trying to keep herself hidden, but her difference was obvious. She caught people's eye, and not in the good way.*\n\n*It was then that Horace would be able to see her, as soon as she had wandered into an alleyway. Not wanting to draw any attention to him, she would simply look at him for a brief moment, then turn and go further into the alley.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "*Horace seemed to recognize the figure of Yakaiyo instantly. A dark cloaked figure, clearly not elven in an elven city... Heading down a mysterious alleyway and glancing at him in specific. What question could there be?*\n\n*Though he remains silent, the elf makes his way to the alley quickly. Checking his back to make sure no one was following as he entered.*\n\"Yakaiyo!\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The cloaked figure turns around, sees Horace...*\n\n*...And immediately goes to hug him tightly.*\n\n\"Horace!\"\n\n*A sob can be heard as the treton buries herself into his shoulder, which only grow louder with time.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"You had me worried there... Thought I wouldn't find you.\"\n\n*Horace admits, embracing the Trenton back. Though as he hears the Trenton's cries, the concern and confusion is written on his face plainly.* \n\"What happened to you? I heard you had gotten caught or something?\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"They-they...\"\n\n*Yakaiyo pulls back, allowing Horace to see the tears stream down her face.*\n\n\"They shot at me... They shot at me while I was down, they didn't let me *Die*! I felt everything! I couldn't do anything there, as I felt my body burn and my limbs fall off... It hurt, it hurt so much. And the voices, they wouldn't let me stop, they wouldn't let me die...\"\n\n*Yakaiyo sounds absolutely pitiful. Once a cold killer, obvious in her hatred, reduced to a sobbing mess.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "*Horace seemed stunned for a moment, the description of torture causing him to bar his teeth. How was he to feel with all of this? Pity!? Frustration? Anger...? Guilt... Maybe if he had been there... He might of done something. Anything.*\n\n*He couldn't stand to look at her face. Bringing Yakaiyo into another embrace as he attempted to sooth her.*\n\"My god... What have they done to you... What have you gotten yourself into... It's over now though...\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*Horace's embrace calms her slightly, though the treton is still frantic. Shaking like a leaf in the wind, Yakaiyo continues to let her pained words flow.*\n\n\"I hear them. My family. They called for me to get back up, to keep fighting, to kill them. I blacked out every time I was hit, and then I was hit again. Just pelted over and over and over again... They almost killed me. By the time they were done, I had a single arm left. Nothing else. I dragged myself back to the city to get healed, but I still feel everything. The magic coursing through, burning, my vision turning white...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "com.co", "message": "Dunno how to even respond to this" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "*Horace's awe seemed to know no bounds. The words spoken felt more in place out of a horror novel some jackass would write... The elf himself had no clue what to do. How to comfort her or ease her pain... He doubted he even could.*\n\n\"Shit... I-... Look, is there something, anything I can do to help??\"\n*Horace blurts in slight desperation, his confusion getting the better of him.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "I have a feeling for what she's gonna ask for" } ]

[ { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Just hold me. Please.\"\n\n*The treton holds onto him even more tightly, shaking and sobbing. It seems that at least for now, she's lost the drive to kill, like a declawed kitten. Only the trauma was on her mind right now.*\n\n\"You're the only person I can trust right now, Horace.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"Of course...\"\n*Horace says, holding Yakaiyo equally as tight.*\n\"I'm sorry it's come down to that... Come on, let's get you somewhere warm. We'll hug it out there.\"\n\n*The elf says, glancing back out to the street. There was bound to be an inn somewhere wasn't there?*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Thank you...\"\n\n*Wiping her tears away, Yakaiyo looks around. Maybe another shop this time? There were still a decent number of elves around in the, but Yakaiyo's disguise would be able to hide her.*\n\n*Outside the alley would be a convenient inn, one of many for a busy place like Silnaria.*\n\n\"Maybe there?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"Should work... Come on, sooner we're in, less likely there is for something to happen.\"\n*Horace says, quickly ushering Yakaiyo along with a hand gently placed around her back.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Dunno if you want some conflict along the way or not" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The cashier at the table would notice that the pair weren't quite high elves, and would stare at them as if they were demons as they went to their room, muttering under his breath. Once in their room though, there was privacy to talk.*\n\n*Yakaiyo collapses on the bed, breathing hard.*\n\n\"You know, it's not every day I sleep in a bed like this, even a crappy one.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"Beds are a luxury to people like us... The amount of times I've slept in some kinda filth... I've stopped counting. Thankfully showers are easy to come by.\"\n\n*The elf says, dressing down lightly, now in the comfort of his own home. Pulling off his cloak and setting it on the side table. Slowly taking off his boots and other equipment.*\n\n*A hesitant moment as he reaches to his face, clawing off a magical haze that seemed to make up his face. Magic was always so stuffy, especially optical illusions. Though if he wanted to look... Well, somewhat normal, he had to rely on Sutekina's magic.*\n\n\"Do I dare ask what you've been up to?\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Wanna get as much progress I can this night" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Huh, you actually have equipment?\"\n\n*Yakaiyo tosses her sandals next to Horace's boots as the magic dissipates from her, revealing her true face. A dead yet sorrowful expression takes place, looking up at the ceiling.*\n\n\"It's... The same as always. But at least I kill them quickly.\"\n\n\"I've also been hearing voices. My family, calling for blood. I don't know what they would have wanted, but it doesn't feel like them, yet I listen all the same.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"It helps, perks of being a thief is I didn't pay for most of it. I-... See...\"\n\n*An eerie silence seemed to take hold as Yakaiyo explained herself. This was above Horace s understanding, that much was obvious.*\n\n\"Why...?\"\n\n*Of course, Horace didn't really want to know... But what more could he say? Cool, thanks for sharing? Blow off this terrible thing...? He sighs, standing from the bed and double checking the lock. Same for the windows and the like.*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Ha, why am I even saying this? It won't help anything?\"\n\n*Yakaiyo stands up, embracing Horace and kissing him on the cheek.*\n\n\"Thank you for being here for me. Even if it's only for listening.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "*Horace hugs the Trenton back, wincing slightly at the kiss.*\n\n\"No problem... It's the least I could do, as a friend.\"\n\n*He tries to give a warm smile, weakened by the circumstances. He lets Yakaiyo go, plopping back down on the bed. Thinking for a moment as he glances at the door.*\n\n\"Hm... How about I get some food? At the least a drink or two. Some warm food might help.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"That'd be nice, thank you. Maybe a couple more drinks.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo begins to fill a nearby tub full of water, and gets a soap bar, taking Horace's cloak and beginning to wash it.*\n\n\"I'm going to clean up some of our stuff while I wait. I know it'll get dirty again, but one can really appreciate having fresh clothes after being like this for so long.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"Oh? Thanks... That thing was getting Abit gross anyways, I appreciate it.\"\n\n*Horace says with a brief smile before walking to the door. Waving Yakaiyo off before he opens it, heading down to the first floor of the building. Quiet awhile of time would pass before Horace comes back up again. Now with a tray containing two bowls of creamy soup and a bottle of chilled wine, champion glasses in hand.*\n\n\"Hello?\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*On a hanging wire rack would be a set of wet clothes drying neatly, with Yakaiyo in fresh robes. Unlike her black ones, these were a simple white, contrasting greatly with her typical attire.*\n\n\"I'm right here. Shall we eat?\"\n\n*Yakaiyo takes the chilled wine and the glasses, elegantly pouring them as if she's done this a thousand times.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "*Horace seemed to stare for a few moments. Struck by the contrast of her new clothing compared to her usual look.*\n\n\"Sure... I gotta say, it's abit weird seeing you in clothing that's not completely black. You look good though.\"\n\n*Horace says, placing the tray of steamy hot food on a table in the corner of the room. Placing each portion before the chair before taking a seat himself.*\n\n\"This is... Awfully relaxing. When's the last time I got to sit down and enjoy a meal with someone, I cannot remember...\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"I have to say, it's indeed a nice change. It almost makes me feel... Peaceful. Almost.\"\n\n*A rare smile forms on Yakaiyo's face as she sits down to eat before rapidly downing a glass of the champagne.*\n\n\"Finally a time to rest. Even for just a little bit. I'm glad that you're my friend, Horace. Really.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"I'm glad you consider me a friend. Something like that is harder to come by than most think.\"\n\n*He says with a smile, taking his spoon and scooping up some soup, blowing on it to cool it.*\n\n\"Wonder if this'll be any good. Elven cooking and all... I usually hang out in Salvainia, so I haven't had much save for when I was a boy.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"I think it's something neither of us have had in a while. I've been surviving on, well, you know. You?\"\n\n*Yakaiyo takes her own spoonful of soup, letting it cool before tasting it.*\n\n\"Mmm, it's nice and creamy! The flavor's nice, though it could use a little more salt. This would be great with noodles.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"Just going by the day I suppose... Whatever's available.\"\n\n*Horace says with a shrug, surprised by the surge of energy from Yakaiyo's response.\"\n\n\"Well if it's all that.\"\n\n*The elf takes a bite of the soup, his expression softening from the flavor. He silently admires the taste, soon going in for another spoonful. He hums with enjoyment, it's flavor perfect.*\n\n\"Mm~ A warm meal really does go along way... How's the wine?\"\n\n*The elf asks, taking the bottle and pouring himself a small glass. He brings it to his lips, admiring the gentle aroma for a moment as he takes a sip.*\n\"Nice and chilled. Good wine, good food, good company... Feels-... Well, good.\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"The wine's great after a long week. Helps to take the mind off the past. Even if only temporarily.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo's smile remains happy, but it has a heavy sense of melancholy in it. A pain echoed through her heart; to suppress it, another glass was quickly downed. The treton also continues to eat the delicious soup, savoring it's taste.*\n\n\"That's a word I haven't heard in a long time, since the house burned and the world turned against me.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo laughs a bit at her wordplay, despite the description being of her wounded past.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"I guess, yeah... Though I only really start to forget when I can't remember *Anything*... Head's weird n' all that.\"\n\n*Horace watches as Yakaiyo works at her wine on a much quicker pace. His unsureness written on his face, wondering what she could be thinking about. Well, her words certainly clued him in. He shakes his head, gently reaching across the table and taking Yakaiyo's hang reassuringly.*\n\n*He doesn't say much though, not exactly sure what to say either way. Slinking back lightly into his chair and raising his glass.*\n\n\"Cheers?\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The treton raises her glass as Horace does.*\n\n\"Cheers. For another day.\"\n\n*And another glass goes down Yakaiyo's throat. Her cheeks begin to turn red from the alcohol.*\n\n\"Is it just me, or is it getting a bit warm in here?\"\n\n*Noticing Horace clasping her hand, the vampiress reciprocates. Her skin was smooth, not indicative of hardship whatsoever, yet the knuckles of the hand were rock hard.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "*Horace smiles, knocking back his own glass. Gently setting it aside before with a relieved sigh escaping is lips. He sinks in his chair lightly, glancing down to the leftover food and debating whether to finish it or not.*\n\n*The elf was relaxed, calm, ready to rest after such a meal. Though, he soon raises an eyebrow at Yakaiyo's question.*\n\"Uh...? I don't feel much... You feeling okay? Need some water?\"\n\n*Horace asks in a concerned tone, noticing the faint crimson hue on the Trenton's cheeks. Was she drunk...? Well, she had knocked back quiet a few glasses... Plus she was with a friend, so maybe it was a bit normal. Drinking alone was Horace's expertise, so he hadn't much a clue.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Hm? Water? For what reason, we have plenty of wine right here!\"\n\n*Yakaiyo pours herself yet another glass, sipping the champagne. Her hand begins to rub Horace's, taking comfort in the contact.*\n\n\"I can handle my own alcohol Horace. I'm 40, you know? I've had quite a couple of these nights before.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"Yeah yeah... Just don't over do it alright? The last thing i want is to deal with a hangover fish in the morning, worse yet in the middle of the night.\"\n\n*Horace would tease, not seeming to mind the small touch of Yakaiyo's hands. Using his other hand to eat the last of his soup before it gets cold. He pauses for a moment, whatever emotion's on his face seeming over taken by a slight amount of thought.*\n\n\"Yakaiyo... Can i ask you something serious for a moment?\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"I've had worse. Hell of a lot more than this.\"\n\n*Fish. The word stung the air like a fresh vine whipping across her skin. Yakaiyo didn't show outward emotion, but it hurt to hear her friend unknowingly call her that.*\n\n*Yakaiyo retracts her hand in order to finish the rest of her soup, picking up the bowl to slurp the rest of the liquid.*\n\n\"Something serious? Of course, what is it?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"Yakaiyo... Why don't you leave Silnaria? Come with me. We can go anywhere, Salvainia, Runran, Mentia... Just away from here!\"\n\n*Horace stares with determined emerald eyes back at Yakaiyo. He was serious...*\n\n\"I know you don't care about what happens to you. But as a friend, I can't sit back and watch you do this to yourself anymore. Hunting random elves to no end, getting caught and-... It hurts me more than you'd think! So please...! Leave this place. It will only bring you more pain!\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The bowl clatters onto the table as Yakaiyo's hands relax. A shocked, yet grateful expression takes over her face as she listens to her friend speak.*\n\n\"L-leave Silnaria?\"\n\n*The thought of leaving her home scared her. It was the only place she knew. But was it really? Now that it was swarming with enemies, and she couldn't even show her own face? Maybe it would be better to start over. Begin life anew.*\n\n*But could she leave the memories of her life behind?*\n\n*With her voice wracked with pain, Yakaiyo is able to push out her words.*\n\n\"Starting over... Maybe it's best. But can I leave the memory of my family behind? I need something, *Something* To hold onto! Just one thing for each of them. What? No, no I'm not doing that. I'm not!\"\n\n*Yakaiyo begins to hold her head, looking around as if she were talking to invisible creatures nearby. Her breathing becomes rapid, and her eyes wild.*\n\n\"Please, don't make me do it! I'll die!\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "*Horace stared with great worry as Yakaiyo seemed to begin to crumble. He remembered her saying she heard voices... She must be having a break down. The elf, not 100% sure on what to do would stand from the table, stepping over to Yakaiyo's side. He reaches for her hand, grabbing it in an attempt to get her attention.*\n\n\"Yakaiyo! Yakaiyo! Talk to me! Im here, im the only one who's here. Your family is gone...! You shouldn't listen to those voices! It's nothing but you- Your rage, your sadness! They aren't real!\"\n\n*The elf holds the Trenton's hand firmly, unwilling to let go, as if he was fighting for her thoughts as much as the voices were. He looked at her with undivided attention, just hoping she'd be okay.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*Through her breakdown, she felt Horace grab her hand. Instinctively, she grips it as hard as she can to stay connected; to stay anchored to reality.*\n\n\"Be quiet! I said, BE QUIET!\"\n\n*Yakaiyo begins speaking like a mother controlling rowdy children, and stamps her foot onto the floor. Her eyes lose the haze of madness, replaced by a glimmer of clarity. She looks straight at Horace, and it's clear that the voices are gone, for now.*\n\n\"Thank you. Just, don't say my sorrow isn't real. That's all.\"\n\n*And for a moment, the elf can almost see the cerulean lakes her eyes once had, before being replaced by crimson pools once again. Yakaiyo is smiling once again, leaning back on the chair.*\n\n\"I'll leave with you. After I get some memoirs first.\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "~~\"They aren't real\" As in reference to the voices, as his understanding is they're fake made by her powerful emotions~~" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "*The elf stares helpless, almost horrified as Yakaiyo fought herself. Wincing lightly at her grip, but would withstand none the less. Then, she calms, and looks straight back at him...*\n\n*Horace looks relieved as Yakaiyo seems to look back at him. A clear and calm expression on her face, as if a switched was turned off. He smiles, nodding lightly at Yakaiyo's last request. Sitting up slightly and pulling Yakaiyo into a light hug.*\n\n\"Anything you need... You had me scared there, unbelievably so...\"\n*He then pulls back from the hug, looking back at the beds.*\n\n\"We'll go in the mornings. Anywhere or anything specific in mind...?\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "\"Well, I'll need to go back to my own place. Or what's left of it, anyway.\"\n\n\"My husband's sword should still be there. At least one of them, anyway. My daughter had a pendant like the sunrise or sunset, depending on the time of day. My son... He had joked once about having his skull as a memoir. I think he was being honest. A bit morbid, but I think it's what he would have wanted.\"\n\n\"It might be dangerous. Last time I had to sneak in, since the area is protected.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo's sad smile relaxes as she thinks about her family. The pain would last forever, but maybe she could finally honor their memory.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"Sounds like a plan... At least I know what I'm looking for. A sword, a pendant, and-... A skull... That *Is* Pretty morbid.\"\n\n*Horace sighs, wondering how secure it could really be. Why does one burned down house need so much security anyways...? Well it was Yakaiyo's... If they wanted to kill her, guarding the place she's likely to return to is a start.*\n\n\"Well, I'm sure it'll be alright. Nothing we can't handle... You sure you'll be alright there? I could go it alone if you need me too.\"\n\n*Horace says, wandering back over to the beds and plopping himself down on one.*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami", "message": "*The treton laughs at Horace's reaction to the skull.*\n\n\"Nodako was always an odd one. Incredibly intelligent, though preferred to be alone and study.\"\n\n\"I'd prefer if we go together. Just in case. And for you to bring me back in case of... You know. Maybe we can make the journey tomorrow?\"\n\n*Yakaiyo throws herself back onto the other bed.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"Sure thing... I wouldn't be so optimistic, but we'll try to move as quick as we can.\"\n\n*The elf makes any last adjustments he needs before laying down on his side. Fluffing his pillow as he lays in it, curious about how comfy it'd be. He lays idly, finding the bed rather nice, if not Abit alien.*\n\n\"Oh- And Yakaiyo? I have some people I'd like you to meet as well... Doesn't have to be now, but they're good associates of mine. They might be able to do more for you than I can.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would make his way through the forests of Silnaria, a lead woven around his gloved hand as his horse would follow just behind him. It was nice to finally make it out of the Capitol, being met with the solitude the forests typically provided for most travelers heading between cities. The sun seemed to bore down on his back with the warmth it provided only for the cold wind to easily sweep away whatever effect it had given. It seemed winter was still biting back against the incoming spring, but it was only a matter of time.\n\n The Elf would shift the direction he was heading, turning so that he walked more in the direction of Salvania where he could probably supply back up without the presence of Silnari to question him. After having to fight against a whole horde of them, he had grown tired of the magic users for the time being. Ironic how he could have become the same.\n\nHis hand would raise up towards he steed, giving him a light pat on the side of his snout.*\"I'll forgive you for the one mishap.\"*He'd say to him, a joking grin appearing on his face in act of having to talk to his own animals when traveling out of town for several days at a time. They never really understood one another, though it was always better than traveling in complete silence all the way to their destination.*\"Just try not to run off as far next time.\"" }, { "author": "Ashnard", "message": "Another day, another hunt. Much as the Silnarian authorities insisted otherwise, the forests around their great capitol were far from safe. Darkened canopies of leaves and winding paths that sprawled in every direction often concealed predators and brigands alike, laying in wait for a mark to venture within.\n\nAshnard was arguably both of these dangers at once. Perched upon a thick branch, leaves hid his form from both the debilitating rays of sun above and those who wandered below. His own keener senses, however, kept him fully aware of all who came and went, and now his nose caught something that always set his blood pumping; the scent of an elf.\n\nThe canifor awaited until his target was no more than a yard away before leaping off the branch. He landed on his paws with finesse that belied his imposing height and armoured carapace covering him from neck to heel, startling the poor steed in the process. Just when that horse had begun recovering from its last fit of panic. The assailant had greying black fur on his head and bore a wolfish smile, blood-red eyes leering at the masked elf. The fur on the back of his head was neatly braided akin to the tribal folk to the east. Had it not been for his twisted armour and a sharp tail resembling a scorpion sting, the canifor would look like any common brigand. But perhaps Terrel would have to deal with more than he bargained for.\n\n\"A lone elf, lost in the woods,\" He mused sardonically in Silnarian, carrying a distinct Lymian dialect and resonating with a deep growling that most wild canifor spoke with. \"And what might he be, one wonders; a scout, a messenger... Or perhaps a boy on an errand?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel's horse would let out a whinny of fear, tugging away at the lead and forcing the Elf to have to suddenly tighten his hold on it to stop the horse from suddenly dashing off into the woods. That would be a whole search that he wouldn't be looking forward to doing. Flashing his gaze over at the sudden ambusher, the Elf would lower his free hand to the hilt of his sword, the only thing stopping him from pulling it out fully being that of his nervous horse.\n\nIt would take some time for the steed to calm a little, at least enough for Terrel to actually be able to fully focus on the Canifor. A Canifor. Of course it was a Canifor now of all times. He had to admit it had been so long since he's seen one, so long to the point where he assumed they were in hiding somewhere unbeknownst to him. Well that and the fact that they were in Silnari lands.\n\nThe Canifor seemed to be teasing him, something the Elf had grown to used to at this point of traveling back and forth between cities.*\"Lost is a strong word.\"*He'd decide to say back in a less amused tone, the initial shock of him appearing gradually vanishing the longer he went about talking to him. He seemed to speak Silnarian though his accent suggested he was from elsewhere. It was a wonder what he was doing out here if not trying to attack random people that passed by.\n\nWith Ash questioning what he must be in a rather exaggerated way of speaking, he'd eventually respond.*\"A traveler. Though I'm guessing you must not get a lot of them around here.\"*He'd say with a witty tongue.*\"Your greeting could use some work. Nearly scared away my horse, that's about half of what a traveler needs right there.\"" }, { "author": "Ashnard", "message": "\"The horses are wise, you know. They understand when to run and when to stand their ground. Perhaps you should listen to yours more often, 'traveller',\" The black beast retorted with a snarl. Though he bore no visible weapons, he looked more like a weapon by himself; all stygian fangs and horns and teeth alongside a tail curling behind his back like a flail, waiting to be unleashed.\n\n\"I do see quite a few 'travellers' around these woods. For them, of course, I am the last thing they see.\"\nAshnard flashed his canines in a dark grin and cracked his knuckles before tilting his head in mild bemusement. \"*That* Is new, however. An elf, dressed like swine. Truly a representative of Silnari beliefs, if I'd say so myself,\" He deadpanned.\n\nThough the beast already stood far too close for comfort, he made no hostile moves... Yet. Still, a keen eye could see that underneath bristled fur, his muscles were taut as a bowstring, bracing to pounce at the slightest movement. Unblinking red eyes never left his target.\n\n\"I will ask this only once, *Elf*, and I expect a straight answer. Who is it that you answer to, that you fight for?\" For anyone familiar with canifor, it was obvious that lying would just earn his ire. One might have odds of matching the beast in a fight, but the odds of deceiving him were next to none. And if the horse's burgeoning fear was any indication, time was running short." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Last time I listened to him, I ended up in a battle against a monastery full of elves.\"*He'd reply back. It was questionable if that was true, but anyone there would know it was. It seemed the Canifor was on the edge of snapping, most likely swift enough to get a cheap shot on him if need be.\n\nThe Elf would keep an eye on his movements, watching the curl of his tail and baring fangs. It didn't take a perceptive Elf to tell he was itching to fight, though the note of bristling furs helped. For what reason he seemed this way, Terrel wasn't quite sure yet. If he wanted to rob him, surely he would have attempted to already. The Canifor was patronizing him more than anything.*\n\n\"Listen, I didn't come out into the forest to be questioned by a Canifor dropping from the trees.\"*He'd say with a hint of sarcasm.*\"You want to know who I answer to? Myself. You want to know who I fight for? Myself. Frankly the only reason I'm dressed as a hog is because of myself and any traveler daring to walk throughout all the countries several times over are probably doing it for *Thenselves*.\"\n\n*He repeated the word, not knowing what more the Canifor expected him to be doing out here. Maybe he considered this place his or something of the sort which was strange considering each time he said the word 'elf' it always seemed to have a shift in tone, suggesting something against them. Actually that was probably nothing new at this rate.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ashnard", "message": "\"Lathians just *Love* Their magic, don't they?\" He quipped with a bitter chuckle. \"Doesn't sound like the wisest option to me, rushing head-first into a group of mages. There is a thing tribefolk name 'honour' and keep simpering over, but I much prefer the option of staying alive; mages can be quite averse to a blade in the dark.\n\nClawed fingertips grazed one another, subtle flickers of sparks resonating from the intricate runes carved within. Sharp as talons they were, each armoured finger a lethal dagger in itself awaiting to rake flesh and bone. \"It is not about who I fight for, but what I fight *Against*,\" The beast retorted. \"The Lathians, their allies, everything they stand for; those are my enemies. If you don't affiliate yourself to them, I have no cause to see you dead.\" \n\nHe spoke bluntly, still disdainful for the simple fact Terral was an elf, perhaps, even if he *Tried* Containing that scorn. \"You can move on your path; this meeting never happened if anyone asks- *Especially* An elf.\" His gaze narrowed at the last word, pitch-black sclera showing around his red eyes. \"I shall have your word on that- least I hope the word of steppe folk matters for *Something*- though I would still advice you make less noise next time you venture across *My* Hunting grounds.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yes, I'm often reminded of that everytime I see one.\"*He'd say in agreement to the Canifor. The Elf probably couldn't name a single time he really caught an Elf that didn't prefer magic, though he supposed most simply grew up with it. With Ashnard speaking about a thing of honor often being preferred with him liking to keep alive instead, a thought crossed his mind of him being a 'tactical coward' in battle.\n\nIf not for how pressed he was in potentially attacking him, he'd almost consider the Canifor afraid of elves which he supposed would have been understandable considering their history.*\"Mages may have all this power, but they're too dependent on their magic. The moment they run out of their ability to cast, they're completely vulnerable.\"*He'd say, noting the weaknesses he had witnessed in battle.*\"Only a matter of who can last the longest until then.\"\n\n*Being given permission to continue on his path, the Elf would give a hidden roll of his eyes towards the inconvenience.*\"Take it as a word from a pig then if elves are so hard to trust.\"*He'd say.*\"I'm sure you'd believe what the former says more anyways.\"*The Elf would tug on the lead of his horse to continue on down the path, only glancing back as a question pressed his mind.*\"By the way... If you're so against the elves, why would you make your hunting grounds so close to a Capitol full of them? Seems a bit counterintuitive.\"" }, { "author": "Ashnard", "message": "\"Funny thing about practitioners of sorcery,\" The beast lowered his tone and leaned forward with a smirk, \"Is that being able to fire off a few flares and bolts makes them fancy themselves as gods. As if Silnari did not have enough of a superiority complex already.\" His nostrils flared with scorn and his left wrist flicked. Faster than most could see, a fan of razor-sharp, hiltless daggers lashed out from his fingertips. They plunged at a nearby trunk, precise as arrows. Ashnard smirked at the demonstration. \n\n\"Always preferred steel, myself. Few things can compare to the satisfaction of reminding pompous mages of their mortality; though it is a little too late once their blood and guts begin to spill. They even make the job easier by spurning armour in favour of robes as inflated as their egos. Quite generous of them, don't you think?\" He raised a brow alongside his ears, revealing another fan of daggers in his off-hand. Turns out his armoured shell hid more blades than anyone could expect at first glance.\n\n\"You've got the right of it, I'd take a squealing pig over a prattling elf any day. *That* Is the only reason hunting around these parts is counterproductive. I've got eyes and ears everywhere in Silnaria in case their prattling reveals anything of use; the elves never shut up for long enough to listen. I am right where I need to be.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Definitely made my job easier...\"*Terrel would mutter in response to Ashnard bringing up how Elves typically lacked armor for robes. He supposed he was also guilty of it with the robe he wore, but even he knew the benefit of wearing armor beneath it. Terrel tried to picture having to fight a bunch of Elves covered head to toe and armor and that alone felt like an exhausting idea giving the circumstances he was already in with having to fight them.\n\nHe'd watch the Canifor show off his weaponry, daggers seemingly plunging out of nowhere before digging themselves in the bark of the tree. Ashnard really did walk around prepared didn't he? With all the hidden weaponry he had, one would have assumed he simply fought tooth and nail against someone and, for that Terrel couldn't help but feel a bit impressed. He at least seemed to know what he was doing out here and any unfortunate passerby would most likely find themselves biting off more than they could chew with this one.* \n\n\"So you spend all your time hunting and eavesdropping on Elves out here?\"*He'd question, holding back a bit of suppressed laughter at the thought of someone just hanging around to ambush travelers and listen to the latest gossip. He was trying to gather intel, but for what exactly?*\"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were plotting against them. Then again, I suppose I'm merely a pig now and what do we know?\"*The Elf would finish in a more sly tone with Ashnard saying he'd listen to a pig more than an Elf.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would stop with what he was doing, part of him wondering if they had already sent an assassin out to get him in the middle of the night. Perhaps it was paranoia, but nonetheless he had found himself lowering his hand to the hilt of his sword in preparation of it.*\"I hope you weren't planning on getting a ride tonight.\"*The Elf would say as he'd turn around only to see it was some animalistic-like woman.\n\nHe supposed the voice alone should have been an indicator, but she could still be an assassin at that. It would be better to play cautious anyways. He'd look her up and down, eventually deciding to continue what he was saying.*\"Horse is exhausted.\"*He'd say.*\"And I don't plan on pushing him anymore tonight.\"\n\n*It was as if he was giving her his predicament willingly. If she was here to kill him, now couldn't possibly be a better time between the two's exhaustion. He simply wanted to see if she'd try it.*\"But I plan on setting up a camp out here, assuming you don't plan on walking out in the dark for the rest of the night.\"*He'd offer, a slight smirk appearing from where his pig mask didn't fully cover the bottom of his face.\n\nA cold breeze would blow past, reminding them of Summer not quite taking its hold on the land yet and leaving spring to provide what warmth it could during the day. He was fortunate to be dressed warmly for it, head to toe in plated armor only to be covered over by the red cloak that typically surrounded his body when not brushed back into its more cape-like form. His long pink hair ran along the back of his head, coming to a stop a handful of inches below his shoulders. It was true he had cut it at some point, though over the years it had been working to regain its original length.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai's eye quickly spotted the hand towards the sword hilt, stopping her steps immediately. Despite the woman hiding her animalistic features, such as her ears and tail, a feline look was still perceptible in the woman's movements and posture, in addition to her claws. She decided not to make another move lest the man suspect her, she didn't want any trouble for today. \n\nAn eyebrow arched as she realized the elf was looking her up and down. Her clothes weren't quite normal for a simple person, but she definitely wouldn't speak to a person before attacking. \"Oh! I understand.\"\n\n\"Well, I'd rather not walk around at night in an empty place like this. Even more being tired after long hours of walking...\" Her eyes landed for a second on his smirk, her own lips mimicking the expression. \"I do not wish to disturb you, just stay here for a while before continuing my journey.\"\n\nMai took steps towards the man calmly, hoping not to show any sort of threat. \"Do you want any help setting up camp?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would gradually move his hand away from his weapon at her approach, her movements matching that of some kind of feline. She was a Kemonomimi alright, though that didn't take away his full suspicion of her. They were just as good as trackers as any beastkin would of been. As she drew near to him, he'd find himself staring down at her. Eventually his smirk would fade into a more genuine grin, mostly at her offer.*\"Depends.\"*He'd say, suddenly turning away from her to return to work with his horse.*\"Do you know how to set one up?\" \n\n*From what her expressionism could tell him, she wasn't here to look for a fight, at least not right now. He'd reach into the saddle bags, pulling out some flint he could use to start off a quick fire for the night.*\"Not much out here to stay, unless you prefer forest dwelling.\"*He'd continue, walking past her ever so casually in trying to find some vegetation that would be easy to burn for the fire.*\"You travel often, I'm assuming.\"*\n\n*It was as good as an assumption as any with her claiming to continuing her journey afterwards alongside the unique clothing she wore. It was a wonder of what she needed him to take her to the nearest town for lest she just wanted to borrow his horse for the trek that she could walk herself.*\"Because if that's the case, you should consider in investing in a horse.\"*He'd say, glancing back towards her.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "As Mai approached it was possible that the elf could see a small movement behind her, hidden behind her and walking clumsily. A not-so-large stone, it was possible to carry it with both hands, with a face and paws similar to a cat's. Every now and then it glanced up at Mai and then at the elf curiously.\n\n\"Of course I do.\" She was confident, although soon after she withers a little and sighs. \"No, I don't know. I didn't use to set up camps to sleep at night.\" She continued smirking even though she admitted not knowing it. \"But I can help with whatever you need.\"\n\nThe rock behind her then revealed itself completely so it could go sniff the horse. The woman noticed and spoke \"Puff, please. It's a horse, it's not that weird.\" The tiny creature turned its head slightly to the side in confusion looking at Mai, pulling away from the horse and running towards her. Mai herself turned to the elf afterward, one hand on her hip as she spoke. \"A horse? Well, it's not necessary. And I have Puff with me, I don't think a horse would carry that stone all the time.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would let out a snort of suppressed amusement at her conclusion of not knowing how to set up camp, deciding that her help in a task was all he was going to get out of it.*\"In that case, you can help by gathering any sticks and stones you can find.\"*He'd say, deciding to take her offered assistance.\n\nHis gaze would drop down towards the small rock, seemingly walking up to his horse. The Elf would squint at it against the dark. It seemed like some sort of golemnling. Though the Elf had never seen one in person, he had occasionally read about the rock creatures. This would only be confirmed further as Mai had addressed the creature by name. Perhaps it was a pet of sorts.*\"You can start with your rock friend there.\"*He'd decide to joke with her, soon taking what bits of nature he found and placing them together in a strategic pile.\n\nHis horse would glance over at Puff, soon shying away from the creature in his timidity. With Puff soon returning back to Mai's side, the Elf would take a seat on the ground near the pile he had made. He half-listened to Mai speaking about not needing a horse and her Golemnling most likely making it harder for them to carry.*\"I think a horse can carry a rock just fine.\"*The Elf would say.*\"Unless the thing is denser than gold of course. In that case, you may just have let Puff carry you the whole way.\"*The Elf would say, chuckling at the thought as he'd grab a small rock and smack it against the flint to cause small sparks to rise up.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai nodded and set off in search of sticks around her, making a pile in her arms and carrying them like a mother carrying a baby. She didn't seem all that worried about the man's presence, though she always had her attention on what he was doing when she wasn't looking.\n\nShe left the sticks near Terrel and went looking for any rocks she could see in the dark woods. Mai smiled at the joke made about Puff, muttering low enough that the man couldn't hear. \"*Silly...*\" Shook her head from side to side, and picked up what she could find on the ground, then placed it near where she had placed the sticks. Puff walked curiously around the resource piles, occasionally sniffing things and making a noise similar to *'Puffgh'*. \n\n\"Oh the problem is not the weight, no. Puff is quite agitated, other animals don't like him. Or rather, scared of him. Anyway, walking always offers us some funny or exciting experience.\" She smiled remembering all the times she was almost robbed or had to help someone, and also rob someone, but that was not to be talked about. She laughed a little as she imagined the scene of being carried by the little creature, sitting not so far away from Terrel. \n\n\"What makes you travel today?\" She asked in a neutral voice, her eyes fixed on the claws of her feet. She kept her knees up a little, one hand hugging her legs from underneath while the other rested." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Mercenary work mainly.\"*The Elf would answer, watching as small flame would begin to kindle in his small pile before he'd gradually begin adding the ones that Mai had brought over.*\"Well that and getting away from Ulnoor. It's not really the place for me so I'm planning on just heading to the next Capitol.\"*The Elf would shrug off the real reason for heading to the next town over, figuring it was any other day of getting hunted down.*\n\n\"What about you? Just decided to up and start walking to the other towns?\"*He'd question, wondering if her choice in walking over riding a mount meant that she didn't plan on doing too much traveling. That or it was true when she mentioned preferring to walk. Maybe it was just a Kemonomimi thing or an adventurer thing in general.\n\nTerrel, however, preferred the quicker method. At the very least, a method that was decent in speed while also not warranting any extra attention or well, made it any less easy to recover from a sudden ambush. He liked to travel light when possible, and to him, bringing his horse along was the best way to warrant that while also carrying the supplies he needed.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "*'Mercenary work', eh?* She thought with a low laugh, which she disguised by turning her face a little sideways. Puff laid down on its side and the two little black dots, his eyes, disappeared indicating that they were closed.\n\n\"No... I'm going back to where I should be. I can tell you that I wasted a lot of my time around here and ended up regretting it.\" Mai sighed wearily and brought her hands to her face. If Terrel had intended to attack, surely this was the opening. She stood there for a few seconds with her hands still before looking around, landing her eyes on the man next to her.\n\n\"Now that I remembered, I didn't introduce myself. Pardon me. My name is Misha, and Puff you already know.\" Mai offered the elf a little smirk." } ]

[ { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "A silly little smile formed on Mai's lips. She had learned several things during the time she had withdrawn to herself and to find Lance, most of her conclusions drawn only by thinking a little better about her mistakes. The comment about mages caused the woman to laugh for a genuine moment, speaking soon after. \"That I have certainly learned. I can't count the number of times I've almost died because of people like that. I definitely hate mages.\" Her claws retracted leaving her feet and hands normal again. If he was going to attack her he would have already done so, and it often became uncomfortable over time.\n\n*Terrel*. She would keep the name for now. She arched an eyebrow at the mention of another name, but one that wasn't there, or so she hadn't noticed. She was surprised to see the furrow being removed from within Terrel's pink hair, and moved a little closer to get a better look at it. \"How cute. Doesn't it bother you to leave Tzu there?\" She leaned back to where she was sitting, picking up one of the rocks she had brought and playing with it between her fingers." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"At first, maybe.\"*Terrel would say in answer of her question.*\"Now I just forget he's there at times.\"*The bird would run along his hand, causing the Elf to move his fingers occasionally to make sure the bird didn't suddenly drop out of his hand. With Tzu eventually growing still once more, he would give the animal a light rub atop his head.*\n\n\"I suppose he deserves that much at least after I ended up killing his family and taking him away from his original home.\"*There would be a moments' pause, almost as if the Elf had just considered what he had said.*\"You know thinking back to it, it may have been a lot more traumatizing for him. But he's doing okay at least. I think so anyways. Could be plotting his revenge in my hair for all I know.\"*He'd say with a chuckle.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai watched the little creature venture into Terrel's hand, realizing how the relationship of the two worked. Once you start stopping to notice the details in anything, you can never stop. But this was really good, it made her happier. She had a smirk on her lips, lifting her knees a little higher in the air so that she could hug them and rest her head on top, continuing to look in the direction of the two of them.\n\nMai opened her mouth for a moment not knowing what to say after Terrel's comment, closing it again as she heard him continue to speak. \"His story reminds me of someone else's, but the person had no one to give them *'pats.'*\" She gave a little melancholic laugh soon after. \"He definitely wants to kill you. He is just waiting for the right moment to act.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I suppose it's any hero's story.\"*He'd say with a laugh.*\"I guess I'll look to the day he finally enacts his revenge. Tzu was a fighter you know. Tried attacking me even while everyone else fled. It didn't do anything, but I could respect him enough in that to let him live.\"*The Elf would give the bird one last pat, soon placing him on his shoulder and allowing the bird to climb his own way back up into his hair.\n\nHis gaze would shift to the sleeping golemnling, a creature the Elf didn't typically get to see hanging around.*\"So how'd you end up getting the pet rock?\"*He'd ask.*\"Did the loneliness just happen to set in one day?\"*The Elf would smirk at the joke off of what the pet was, eventually turning his head away from her to focus more on the fire.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "\"Yeah, it must be something I heard in a bar out there.\" She laughed briefly, glancing at the small creature before he returned to the comfort of Terrel's hair. \"Tzu is really brave. Probably if it was the same situation with Puff, he would have played dead and given up.\" Mai patted the golemling's belly twice, not hard enough to wake it up. Ironically, Puff, even though he was a rock, was a very light sleeper.\n\n\"One day I was going to relax a bit in the forest after some work, and I ended up meeting him with some other golemlings. He was the only one who trusted me. We ended up becoming friends and now he follows me wherever I go.\" She glanced briefly at her friend, smiling genuinely. \"Sometimes I have to leave him somewhere safe while I work so I don't run the risk of him getting hurt. We often miss each other, but in the end he always knows where I am. Despite being a rock he is very smart.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"They typically end better than what's realistic.\"*He'd say commenting on the story.*\"Any real fool going to fight something a hundred times their size would just end up dead. Then again, Tzu is still alive, so I guess he proves me wrong.\"*He'd smile at the thought for a moment, thinking back to the old fictional stories about adventurers and warriors. It was hardly true, but it had the potential to be. Maybe this was one of them.\n\nHe'd listen to Mai explain how she randomly stumbled upon the golemnling among others of it's kind. A companionship story like any he supposed. The Elf would look over at the rock, perplexed if not for a brief moment. They had enough cognitive ability to think it seemed. It was a wonder how they were able to do things that its non sentient form couldn't.*\"You ever tried teaching him anything?\"*He'd question once the curiosity got the better of him.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "*Hero stories, eh?* She never believed these kinds of stories when her mother told them to her, but always ended up spending sleepless nights telling them to her younger brother. \"I guess that goes along with *'never say never'*, there is no way to know for sure how something will end.\" \n\n\"I tried, but with his physical condition it's hard for him to do any tricks. He always ends up falling to the side.\" She laughed a little, looking at the sleeping rock. \"The most he can do for now is follow me, and like I said, somehow find me. He probably has a good sense of smell, oddly enough.\" Mai stretched for a brief moment, leaning against a nearby log. A few seconds passed without her speaking before she began to speak again. \"Where do you plan to go after here?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "\"I agree. Not only for camping, but loneliness is a terrible thing, it is always better to have someone by your side.\"\n\nShe looked at the rock next to her, lying down and hugging it. Although uncomfortable, it was one way to show the golemling that he was safe. Her thumb stroked the hard surface gently as she looked into the fire.\n\n\"What am I going to do? I am going back to the place where I work, let's say I have spent a long time away and now I have to go back to where I belong. If you want me to return the favor, although it doesn't sound like a place you frequent, come to the Prancing Rose.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Prancing Rose? The Elf had to admit he's never heard of it though, with what Mai was saying, maybe that was a good thing. It seemed like it would be the best place for her to pay back the favor, however, which was enough to make him at least curious.*\"What kind of place is it?\"*He'd ask her. If she worked there, it could be a number of places he supposed, but surely there must be some reason why she felt the need to return. Perhaps it was simply a tavern of sorts or some kind of restaurant. That wouldn't really explain why she saw it as a place he wouldn't frequent though, unless they're business was there bad.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai opened her mouth a few times without saying anything, as if trying to find the right way to describe the place. With a slight sigh and a smile forming on her lips, she finally spoke. \"*Crime.* All sorts of things happen there... Mainly...\" She came a little closer and whispered to the man. Mai spoke directly about what was really the main attraction of that place. She backed away again, not taking her eyes off Terrel, wanting to see the least expression he would show." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Crime.\"*The Elf would say, almost as if wondering if she planned on giving much more info on that. He'd listen to her as she'd whisper about the place's attraction to which the Elf wouldn't respond at first. Terrel would lay back on the grass, resting his arms behind his head to act as a sort of pillow. Perhaps he shouldn't have been too surprised, but it was a wonder why she'd prefer that place to wherever she was traveling to prior that was supposedly a 'waste of time'.*\"You're right, it doesn't sound like a place I'd frequent.\"*He'd eventually say. With his never changing tone, it was hard to tell his perception of it. Humorous, sarcastic, disinterest perhaps?*\"How do you plan on returning me the favor there?\"*He'd question her, raising an eyebrow that would have portrayed skepticism if not for the fact that his mask covered that much of his face.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"What's stopping you from changing it?\"*The Elf would question.*\"You sound like someone who's already given up on the idea.\"*He didn't look to her as he spoke, mostly glancing up at the sky, while trying to make a mental image of what information would be enough to rebuild this family thing she mentioned. Every sentence seemed so cryptic, it was a wonder of whether she'd rather not speak on it at all. Actually, there was a high chance of it being that, but the effort in dodging around what she meant by that didn't seem worth the effort to an Elf that could have been left at there being a place for him to go for information. Maybe one day it would come down to needing it, but if that was the one way she could pay him back, he didn't see himself getting repaid for years from now.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "\"Well, directly, money. I just need to get a little more so I can buy the property from the current owner. In addition to needing enough for renovations.\" She settled back a little more, looking up at the stars in the night sky, counting each one. \"What plans do you have? Or intend to travel and earn money.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I earn money as I go. It never hurts to see what jobs are available in the next town over. Might even get lucky with a high-paying one, who knows?\"*He'd say before turning his head to glance over at her.*\"I guess you already got everything figured out though, huh?\"*The Elf would say it with a light laugh, whether that was because of what her potential job suggested or merely her absolute attitude towards working to the goal she set out, who knew really with this Elf. He found amusement in most things, but he wouldn't chide someone who knows what they're doing, so long as it made sense anyways.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "\"Hm... Kinda.\" She said with a little sleepy voice. It was impossible to know what would happen next, Mai knew this very well and didn't like this reality. At least she tried her best to think at the time when something unexpected happened and she could change it in her favor, or simply not let it get in the way of her plans. She was silent for a while and closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. \"I think I'll go to sleep now, we have a long journey tomorrow.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The grin on his face would gradually fade away as she seemed to be given in to exhaustion. He'd turn his head away from her in her announcement of getting some sleep to which Terrel would simply say in response:*\"Rest well.\"*He'd move to sit up more, drawing out the warmth of the fire. The Elf could get some rest later on, after all, every journey was a long journey until they reached their destination. For now, he could entertain himself in making sure his animals ate their fill before getting some sleep.*\"I'll take first watch.\"*He'd say, not completely sure if she had already drifted off or was simply laying in silence for the time being.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Before Mai lost to her own sleepiness, a faint smile formed on her lips at Terrel's announcement. She could have answered him, but exhaustion spoke first. During the night, she woke up a few times, alert and a little agitated. At those times, she would sit up and watch the time pass, if the elf was awake, she would talk about Puff and their adventures without saying anything too personal. In the morning, they would both wake up and start their journey." } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would silently ride his horse along the path he typically took whenever traveling through Silnari's forests. It was the way he often went whenever heading down to Mentia, though with the light dying out in the sky, he knew he wasn't going to get to the country before nightfall. There was always a sense of danger in camping out in the woods at night without the extra set of eyes to keep watch, though Terrel usually went unchallenged during his passing between countries, leaving the Elf without much concern of the dangers of night. They were typically children's tales to keep them avoiding the woods anyways.\n\nHe'd keep his gaze on ahead while his mind seemed to tune out many other things besides the rhythmic clopping of his horse's hooves. It was the only thing that really filled the air outside of the occasional chirping of birds or loud insects to signify the time of day, but for the most part, it seemed relatively peaceful. He'd give his horse a pat to his side, speaking in his naturally low tone:*\"We'll probably find a place to stop at around here soon. Don't have to worry about traveling all night this time.\"" }, { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "*Conway was lost. He sat on the side of the path, looking over his map. His horse stood in the middle of the path, blocking the way mostly. He was letting it eat the small tuffs of grass that grew on the side of the trail. The beast seemed a bit tired and irritated, which he didn't judge it for feeling. Especially after he leading them through the rough and thick brush the entire night. Though most of the evening was spent back tracking and making sure that he wasn't going to be easily tracked. Even now he didn't feel safe, the threat of his father realizing that he was gone was all to real. It was as if he could already hear the hounds barking. But even with all of that, none of it was his main issue at the moment. His main issue was the fact that the current trail that he was on was not on his map. The only trail on his map was supposed to be another kilometer away.* \n\n*But as he scoured over the map something caught his attention, a feint sound that broke through the silence that was the forest. He immediately froze, straining his elven ears to decipher what this sound was sand its source of origin. There, a single horse, making its way down the path. Who was it? Was it a scout? A guard patrolling his father's land? He didn't hear a hound or any other men. Was there magic? No, he didn't have time to check. It was better to be safe rather than sorry. So the young Elf drew his sword, taking it up in only one hands, leaving his other hand open for magic if needed.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*In the distance, Terrel would make out the figure of a horse standing about in the middle of the path which in turn would cause him to bring Carl into a much slower trot before coming to a stop a few meters away.*\"Seems like someone's looking to lose a horse.\"*He'd say casually, wondering if whoever owned horse was anywhere nearby. Terrel at first didn't take notice of the man just sitting off to the side of the road until he got his horse to trot just a bit closer to the seemingly stray one. His horse would let out a whinny as something caught his attention, refusing to move any closer and in turn Terrel would find himself glancing over to notice the man sitting just a ways away from the horse. A sword drawn.\n\nTerrel would have his horse come to a complete stop, noting his nervousness with someone drawing a weapon out this close to him. The Elf, however, maintained a sense of calm in seeing it. Silnari were good at reading faces at times and staring down at this one, from where he sat, Terrel couldn't pick up anything outside of caution. Fear, maybe, though his hesitance in attacking first left Terrel believing that either he wasn't trying to fight him or wasn't any good at it. He'd rather believe both in knowing that his horse would react poorly to it, forcing him to have to choose between the two.*\"Please do tell me what you plan on doing with that sword.\"*He'd say in a condescending tone.*\"I wouldn't think it smart to draw a sword out on someone when you don't know what they're capable of.\"" }, { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "*As the horse grew closer Conway could finally see its rider. Luckily for him, it happened not to be one of his fathers guards. At least, They didn't look like one of them. No uniform, armor, or the right colors. Well, that was somewhat of a relief. At least this person wouldn't force him to go back for all he knew. Conway started to lower his weapon but stopped. Just because he wasn't one of his father's men, didn't mean he was any less of a threat. But after a moment the two elves began to read each other's face, gauging the other's intentions with it.* \n\n\"I plan on defending myself in case you are a thief or bandit. If you are neither then please understand, I was unaware of how used this path was and thought I had stumbled into a trap of some kind.\" *He would take a breath as a few seconds passed.* \"But wouldn't you say that it is wise to perceive all unknown individuals as a threat when you are lost?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would look him over at his announcement of defending himself in the event that the man was a thief. Terrel could admire the confidence at least, though he didn't think it would get him far if he couldn't back up those words. For now though, the Elf decided to let him be for the time being.*\"I'd say it is wise to not make yourself seem like a threat at first to catch any potential threat off guard whenever they confirm or deny your beliefs of them. For example...\"*He'd begin, the air soon being filled with an audible click before his cloak would part ways to reveal the crossbow he carried with him. Loaded and pointed towards him, the Elf would give a light tilt of his head to the side. With his cloak no longer covering the front of him, his full plated armor was now more visible, seemingly well prepared in this single encounter.*\n\n\"Not showing off the weapons you have is a good start. Any archer or mage can easily hit you from afar if that's what they're aware of you keeping yourself equipped with.\"*He'd remove the bolt from the crossbow, letting it unlock itself with the simple sound of the crossbow firing without anything being loaded in it before he'd stop pointing it at the Elf and would return it into his cloak, once more letting it wrap around himself.*\"It also alarms the more peaceful ones and sets off the ones already looking to start a fight.\"*Only after he'd say those words would he acknowledge the fact that the man was seemingly lost, which did raise one question in his mind.*\"Where you heading, anyways?\"" }, { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "*Conway would watch quietly as the elf pulled the crossbow from beneath his cloak. He had to admit, Conway hadn't expected such a weapon or armor top be tucked away so easily, hidden beneath his cloak. It was a smart move, to come to the game without showing all of your cards. He guess that in the end it gave one an edge in combat. So for the moment Conway would be silently grateful. This stranger just taught him a lesson that could have cost him his life. Then again, maybe it was a lesson he had subconsciously already known, considering how this man was yet to learn of Conway's magical capabilities.*\n\n*But back to the current situation at hand. As the stranger slid their weapon back into their clock, Conway too decided it was best to put his weapon away. The conversation appeared to have gain a new topic, Conway's original problem when he found this trail.* \"The other side of the Empire preferably, but realistically probably the closet town to here. This trail is not on my map, and I'm unsure in which part of the northern forest I'm in. If you could point me in the right direction I would be more than grateful.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well for starters, you're in the southern forest. Any forests considered north in Silnaria would be to the East and would be leading you to Prasia and Lymia.\"*He'd explain.*\"If you want to continue Southward like you are, you'd be heading to Mentia. Arguably a better place outside of the warfare and all.\"*Part of him questioned what this man could be up to wanting to head to the other side of the Empire, though Terrel doubted he had much business in it, knowing his history with the empire.*\n\n \"If you want to head to the closest town from here, that would Iluot which would be just beyond the forests. You'd either have to backtrack or go off trail completely though because I can guarantee this route won't take you straight there.\"*He'd trot onwards a bit.*\"Of course there's also Esvoduko which are actually beyond Silnari lands, but I doubt you'd get to either town before nighttime hits.\"" }, { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "\"Tch, fuck.\" *Was Conway's immediate reaction. Had he really gotten so turned around within the forest that instead of heading North he ended up South? Or had he looked at the map wrong? Or could it have been the fact that he had been back tracking so Gods damn much. As he stood there and listened to the stranger, a thought suddenly occurred to him. Where did he want to go? He figured that was the thing about freedom, he had the choice to go where ever he wanted. And as long as it wasn't his father's manor then he honestly didn't care.*\n\n\"Whether I reach there before nightfall or not does not matter to me. As long as i get there.\" *Going back to Iluot would be bad. The town was probably infested with his father's men. No, it would be best for him to travel outside of the empire's borders for a while and return when his father has stopped looking.* \"Which way to Ezvoduko?\" *He asked the rider after a moment of pondering. He was begining to think it may have been an act of the gods that he met this stranger. Guiding him from the hell that was life within his father's household.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd point out towards the East, his finger leading on to more trees and forests to travel through if the man so decides to go that way.*\"Though I must say, Prasia would be the Lora lands, but seeing as you seem keen to leave the empire for some reason that shouldn't be much of a problem.\"*The Elf would explain. Part of Terrel was suspecting of him trying to get away from something out here with him not caring of the route.*\n\n\"If your map isn't helping you, you should probably visit a library or something. I doubt someone who doesn't know their directions is going to be able to walk in a straight line long enough to reach a completely different country and get to the town there nonetheless. Esvoduko is at the Far East side of Prasia where there's nothing but mountain ranges to get in your way, but if you want to test your luck trying, be my guest.\"" }, { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "*He raised an eyebrow in disbelief. The only other closest town was that far? By the time he managed to reach it he would run out of everything in his supplies. He would have to risk going Iluot to see if he could quickly gather supplies. It was his beat option thus far. Maybe he could find a group to travel with. He would be safer with them, wouldn't he?*\n\n*While he considered his options he decided to ignore the obvious ego issue this man seemed to have. Initially a part of Conway wanted to defend himself. But he realized that it would only be a waste of time. He had no need to explain himself to this elf. Though maybe getting a compass or even a better map would do him better in the long.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Conway lost in thought it seemed, Terrel would give his horse a small tap to get him trotting by, moving past the horse that sat in the middle of the path.*\"Of course one could always find that kind of stuff in Mentia's library with all the things it has, but that would be another country over. Not that the nearest city isn't about the same distance as Esvoduko anyways, so I guess it'll make no difference to you.\"*He'd say as he walked by. It seemed to him that the Elf may be stuck on figuring things out on his own, which Terrel was all too inclined in letting him with the day coming closer to ending.*" }, { "author": "Conway Bain Afolabi", "message": "*Again he was struck with more information that changed his plans. Each town was equally apart. So whichever he chose he would be trekking the same distance.* \"No it won't.\" *He shook his head as he turned away, heading back to his map. He knelt down beside it and folded it up, intent in returning it to his saddle bag. Reaching up he grabbed onto the horses saddle and pulled himself up with ease. He kept an eye on the other elf as he passed wondering if he should do the civil thing and ask their name. But why would he do that? What use to him would it be? None, none at all. He tapped his horses sides with his heels turning in the direction he needed to head and started off without another word.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Conway taking the route through the forests, Terrel would be mildly aware of him vanishing off as he'd continue on the path he was heading down to Mentia. With a light tap to his horse's side, he'd get Carl to speed up into a gallop along the road. It was a random encounter as far as one could go, though the Elf was hardly phased by a passerby needing help with directions. Who knew, though? Maybe the Elf will meet the man again in Prasia at some point. For now though, he had quite the trip ahead of him through Mentia and little time until nightfall.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "*Makira who was wearing her armor along with her katana at her side. She was on a walk in the forest, the forest that had luscious trees, many animals, and best of all no people. She then began to sit on a tree trunk and sighed as if saying finally some peace*\n\nSorry about not getting this typed earlier I was doing stuff all day and watched the Batman later (really good movie btw) also so if I wasn't able to type as much as you, I'm really sorry." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel's head would turn at the sound of something walking about in the forest nearby. Perhaps this endeavor of separating himself from others out here didn't prove to be so successful. He'd keep his hand on the hilt of his sword for the time being, deciding to venture out a bit before he'd settle down with making a temporary camp. It wasn't too long before he'd notice Makira relaxing on the trunk of the tree. His grip would loosen only slightly. Probably just another explorer in the woods, at least so it seemed with her not looking around for anything particular. He'd relax his posture a bit, tilting his head up casually as he'd ask:*\"This space occupied?\"*His voice had a gruffness to it, partially natural, partially from it being just a trait of most steppe elves. It wasn't too odd to find a non Silnari on Elven lands, though he would have suspected her of being one with it being Silnaria.*" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "After hearing the elf dressed in armor. She sighed in an annoyed tone and said \"It was, but then again I shouldn't have been resting in a forest and should have just went home so I didn't have to talk to anyone but I digress. Anyways what are you doing in the woods, you trying to avoid people as well?\" She said not at all cautious of the elf, as her black hair, ears, and tail flowed in the wind." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Something like that.\"*He'd say more casually. Terrel has grown used to hearing the annoyed tones of those looking to be unbothered which seemed like this woman's case. It didn't phase him, however, as he'd casually enter the clearing with Makira seemingly calm about it.*\"Mainly looking to leave the country. Not a lot good things come out of it at times, but the lack of people is a nice bonus.\"*He'd silently study her from where he stood, any Elf having the uncanny ability to read a person off of their face alone.*\"Your home must be full of people if you're looking to avoid them as well.\"" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "She got up and began to stretch. She then said \"Not really just my job makes me have to deal with people all the time especially rich people which makes it even worse. But it's not that bad plus if the country starts to fall it will make it all the more easier to make money. Anyways my name's Makira, what's yours?\" Her obsession for money has had a habit of driving people away from her so she tries to make as many friends as she can, this being one of those attempts." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would raise an eyebrow at her explanation. So she has to work with rich people? Terrel had his occasional deals with them, never really caring much for the task with the end reward being gold either way. It was jobs like those that sometimes left him hated by others with the lack of morale from it. To him, it was simply a job.*\"What job might that be?\"*He'd question to his own curiosity of it. As she'd asked him his own name, he'd respond back:*\"Terrel.\"*Terrel would give a dip of his head, figuring he was welcome enough to remain here with her asking.*\"I'd say unless you consider yourself a decent scavenger, the country falling wouldn't necessarily raise wealth. But it could leave you at an advantage of becoming one of those rich aristocrats without anyone to stop you from it. Chaotic either way, so never know how it will end.\"*He'd explain casually, not put off by her ideals behind the fall of an empire.*" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "She said with a smirk \"Well you see I'm a sellsword and allow me to tell you my process *Ahem* Step one, country goes to shit and a lot of people want rich guys dead, step two, make a business of multiple sellswords protecting said rich people, step three, profit.\" She said happily as she rubbed her hands together like it was the best plan ever made, even though the plan was absolutely terrible and would likely fail." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd let out a snort of suppressed laughter, placing his bag down on the ground. A sell sword, something similar they had at least.*\"Out of all the people I'm sure want said rich people dead, you're more likely to die in the process than make profit. When the country starts falling apart, it'll hardly just be one. You know how many would want to jump on the opportunity of taking another over? You'll end up fighting amongst yourselves at that point once everyone starts turning against one another to make the most profit. There's hardly a 'business' in the midst of chaos. But that's the thing with riches, I suppose.\"" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "She then had a face of realization and said \"Oh yeah people are assholes. Damnit now I have to actually try to make money, anyways why do you want to leave if the country is already going bad please tell I can begin a much better plan. Also you never introduced yourself even though I did I only think it's fair you tell me your name as well.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"It's Terrel.\"*He'd repeat in a neutral tone, coming to take a seat on the ground.*\"And yes that is the thing with making money.\"*He'd say in a more joking tone.*\"I leave this country because Elves and I don't always work well together. Namely their superiority complex and wielding magic to which, I do not. Besides, the jobs I do at times have the tendency to build a bad rep among those who may not like to hear about them, so it's better to keep on the move than sticking to one place.\"*He'd place a palm down, glancing up at her from where he sat.*\"The country is surviving pretty well. In order for something like that to fall it'll either take a strong head-on attack or an inside job effective enough for it to collapse in on itself. But you didn't hear that from me. Many would advise against listening to a pig.\"*He's say, tapping at the side of his mask with a smirk forming.*" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "Makira sat across from him \"So Terrel an elf who doesn't get along with elves this will definitely make my day better. Elves aren't the best at first impressions when talking to someone other than an elf so I can understand where your coming from.\" She said trying her best to befriend Terrel because she needs some friends." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well not the title I'd go for, but I guess that's basically what it is.\"*He'd say, noting the oddity in Makira's words. Still though, he's had weirder allies before. With her sitting across from him, he'd decide to grab his bag and would reach inside to pull out some of the tools he had in it.*\"You camping out here, I'm assuming.\"*He'd partially question her.*\"Not a bad spot for the night so long as we don't end up mauled by wild animals.\"" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "\"I wouldn't worry about that I'm pretty good at pulling out before I get into trouble (that's what he said, it's funny cause she's a girl)\" She then realized what she said and then said \"We should just wear protection just in case(she is just making it worse), anyways let me help you set that camp up.\" She stood up and walked over to him ." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would pause in what he was doing, opening his mouth as if he were about to say something before clearly thinking better of it and shutting it once more.*\"Actually, I think it would be better if you were to just grab some firewood so that I have something to light out here. With any luck it won't start raining.\"*It seemed like he saw it better that he just worked with his own stuff while she collected supplies. After all, he got more things done on his own than with someone else trying to figure out what to do while he explained it. He was sure how far her skillset ran, though if he was the only one with supplies planning on camping out here, he could make a few guesses.*" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "She looked a bit disappointed but said \"Well if I'm going to be getting wood could I atleast have an axe a katana isnt the best at cutting trees.\" She had almost no tools on her as she thought she would just go home later but changed her mind when Terrel came along. As she was curious about him." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I would have just grabbed whatever I found on the ground, but if you insist...\"*He'd reach into his bag, pulling out a dagger and holding it out to her.*\"Go nuts.\"*It was needless to say, he didn't have an axe on him, then again he wasn't planning on becoming a lumberjack for the day either. If she really wanted to get wood fresh from a tree, she'd just have to make do with that.*" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "Makira chuckled and grabbed the knife and said \"Well I'd rather break a knife than my sword.\" She walked away and she would cut branches and find some wood on the ground. She would take at least 30 minutes to get the amount of wood she wants." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Try not to do either while you're gone.\"*He'd say to her as she walked off. In the time of her being gone, he would take out the supplies to start the fire, soon finding himself waiting for her return to get one started. After a while, he'd decide to start taking out various spices and food items, grabbing one of the potatoes he carried with him as he'd peel away at it with a small knife. The Elf typically packed light for moments like these. If he was lucky, he'd at least be able to get to the next town by morning to resupply again. If he was really lucky, he'd have already been there, but alas time was not on his side.*" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "Makira later returned and was carrying quite a bit of fire wood which she placed down near Terrel and then sat at the tree near him. As she sat down she had put in a straw hat she had brought with her and gave Terrel his knife though it was a bit banged up." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Receiving his dagger back, he would let out a quiet sigh at the sight of it. Eventually he'd place it back in the bag, putting down the potato he was working on as well as he'd begin working on rearranging the several logs of wood.*\"Heading to Ulnoor tomorrow?\"*He'd ask her while he worked.*\"Or have you wandered far from home?\"*The talking at least helped fill the silence, he'd prefer to awkwardly working on the fire while she watched anyways.*" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "\"I might go to ulnoor but I'm not sure how beneficial that would be for a sellsword, I don't know maybe I'll be an adventurer take that job for a while. That might be a fun experience might make some good money, start a business later, and settle down somewhere on the outskirts of the city where it's quiet. That would be nice.\" She says coming up with some ideas for what she will do next. She then says \"Anyways where are you going to go or have you not decided\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Anywhere is a good enough place for a sellsword as long as there is always someone willing to pay money to get something done.\"*In listening to her thinking future plans out loud, Terrel would using the flint to start a small spark of flame within the pieces of wood he assembled.*\"You really have your whole life figured out already don't you?\"*He'd question jokingly. There was a sense of amusement in it, this being the second or third person that seemed to think on ahead like this. Terrel just did things as he went until careful planning warranted otherwise.*\"Heading to Mentia. Never know what you'll encounter there which is a good enough reason for me to head back. I've been trying to visit newer countries whenever I can, but Mentia at least has everything I need for longer journeys.\"" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "\"I think that ulnoor is best because it's a capital and I'm sure I could get a good start there. But I could move to runra I know runran pretty well, I'd even say I'm fluent might be nice to see some new places. Also you said something about moving back to Mentia were you born there?\" She was slowly revealing more about herself the more the conversation lasted." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Every country has a Capitol.\"*He'd say casually, blowing on the fire a bit before moving back as it began to grow. With the fire finally going, he'd grab the potato and knife again, peeling the potato. Terrel would idly listen to her explaining her connections with Runra. Terrel never been there personally, but it was another place to visit at some point, after all, he did learn their language.*\"I can say as an Elf, I was not born in Mentia. I lived down in the steppes.\"*He'd say to answer her question before suddenly changing his words as he'd begin speaking in Runran.*\"I'm guessing you weren't born here?\"" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "She would respond in runran saying \"I was born in a merchant family, a traveling one, being bilingual was pretty much a requirement. I don't know much about runra just the language so I thought I should move there to learn more.\" Returning to how she was speaking before \"Me and my family didn't get along.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would raise an eyebrow, impressed enough with the woman telling the truth in her knowledge of Runra. He couldn't blame her for wanting to go with all the stories told of the place. It was only a matter of time till he went anyways. Terrel would listen to her talk about how she came from a merchant family and didn't typically get along with them.*\"And why's that.\"*He'd ask in allowing her to talk further. Terrel didn't have much else to listen to currently anyways, though it seems like he'd be learning a lot about this Kitsune, whether he truly cared to hear or not.*" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "\"Young me didn't like being told that I have to be a merchant, I had a love for fighting and my parents did not, so that's how I got here. But it's not like I can go back now, I made my choices and I should continue the path I chose whether I like it or not.\" She says determined to continue the path she chose, she then said \"But I'm hoping I can settle down one day, I have to eventually no matter how much I want to see the world.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Funny.\"*He'd say.*\"Young me decided one day I was going to take up swordsmanship instead of magic and set off on my own.\"*It was strange how similar their stories were despite the differences in them growing up. He supposed many had the want to travel though, that was one thing countless people struggled to avoid in time.*\"Don't worry so much about the future. There's a lot to do before settling. Not like there's a rush. You'd have to at least say you've achieved riches before then, right?\"*He'd say, joking about their earlier conversation about the fall of a country.*" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "She chuckled a bit and said \"Yeah your right I need money before I settle down somewhere, maybe I'll become an adventurer in runra and settle down in a capital if I make a ton of money, might meet some friends too, that should be fun. It's good to have a plan.\" She would pause for a bit and say \"So it's getting late if you have anything I can cook something if you want I'm a pretty good cook.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd eventually finishing the potato he was peeling, glancing back towards her at the offer of her cooking something out here.*\"Know how to cook potatoes?\"*Terrel would ask her.*\"Only got a couple to work with if you think you can work with them.\"*Part of Terrel figured her for another meat eater, making it uncommon for him to find anyone that simply cooked vegetables on their own. At any rate, she offered, so who was he to deny her that?*\n\n\"It's mostly stereotypical of anyone outside of me. Not a lot of people out there who'd say they'd eat just a potato and be satisfied with that. Would you?\"*He'd explain, questioning her in the last portion. With her cooking, the Elf would finally relax back a bit, his hair seemingly parting itself as a small bird would poke out from it. A Furrow.*\"Oh? Finally come out to meet our new camping buddy?\"*The Elf would say to the bird, glancing up at it.*" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "Makira was just amazed by how a bird just appeared out of Terrels hair, but she avoided that and said \"First of all I love potatoes, it's so fun to see what you can stuff them with and it taste great, but meat can be good at times. Anyways why do you have a bird in your hair, what does he like poke out your opponent's eyes so you can get the upper hand.\" This was said with her showing her love for potatoes along with making a joke." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You know what, that's a good idea.\"*He'd say back to her questioning if his bird attacks the enemy for him.*\"I should get to training him for that. But no, he mainly just lives in my hair now after surprisingly surviving an extermination despite running head first into the exterminator.\"*He'd grab the bird from off his head, giving him a light rub on his back.*\"That exterminator being me for the most part, but he at least tried to put up a fight so I had to give him that.\"" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "Makira became curious \"Why were you sent to exterminate the bird, also please don't teach the bird things like that it makes the bird a target. Does the bird have a name?\" She wanted to talk to pass the time as they cooked." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Just a quick job that someone I met figured would be an alright idea. Farmer needed help getting rid of a bunch of Furrows. They are known pests you know.\"*He'd open his hand, allowing the small, brown bird to be more visible. It wasn't like any normal bird with its lack of wings. If anything it appeared more rodent like if not for its beak.*\"His name is Tzu. Decided to keep him after he tried attacking my shoe during the whole extermination thing. Didn't do anything, but he surprised me at least.\"*He'd reach into the folds of his cloak, pulling out a handful of berries.*" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "Makira would continue cooking saying \"You told the farmer he would never see any of the furrows again and left didnt you?\" She laughed a bit and went back to cooking the potatoes she then said \"So what about the other furrows?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"The others? Killed them. Yeah, a job was a job. Not sure if any managed to escape though, sometimes there's more than you'd think. Probably another family out there somewhere by now, who knows? But as far as I know, Tzu was the only survivor.\"*He'd hold out the handful of berries to the bird. Soon enough, Tzu would start eating them.*\"But in doing so, he now lives a life of luxury. Free meals and a new home.\"" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "Makira just went back to cooking as she no longer had any curiosity she knew all she wanted about Terrel and silently continued to cook." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would silently pat his furrow in finding himself met with no response. Perhaps it was what he said to make her go quiet all of a sudden. Oh well, Terrel supposed some jobs weren't for everyone. At least it was what he assumed at this point.*\"How are the potatoes coming along?\"*He'd eventually ask her once the silence draw on for too long.*" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "She answered with \"They should be about done.\" She then paused and said \"So did you like cook the other birds or something.\" She was generally curious." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd sit back up right at the mention of the potatoes nearly being done.*\"What the farmer decided to do with those animal corpses are their business. I have no use for them, not like I eat meat or anything.\"*He'd say casually before glancing towards the potatoes she prepared.*\"Are they too hot to touch still?\"" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "\"Yeah you might want to let them sit for a bit. Anyways if your going to be a swordsman I think you should probably eat more meat or at least something that's as healthy. But then again I'm not a specialist in this category so I don't really have a reliable opinion.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would let out a quiet chuckle.*\"I think I'll be alright.\"*He'd say, waiting a short bit before he'd carefully pick up a piece of the potato and would blow on it. Popping it in his mouth, he'd chew it down a bit.*\"Not bad. Could use some extra seasoning, but not back at all.\"*He'd swallow the food.*\"You cook a lot back at home or is it just something you've picked up on while traveling?\"" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "\"I had to cook a lot in my family when they were busy\" She thought to herself *Nah you lying you were cooking when they were on deaths door from sickness* \"Anyways sorry but I don't have any seasoning with me\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Placing his Furrow on his shoulder, Terrel would reach into his bag to grab a couple of spices and would hand it over to her.*\"Feel free to season your own.\"*He'd say before grabbing the rest of his portion of the meal. Flavorless or not, potatoes did a good enough job at making Terrel feel content. It was better to not eat his fill too much. Someone had to keep watch after all.*" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "She would use the seasonings and eat her portion of potatoes enjoying it as she sat down and said \"This is good I haven't had potatoes in a while\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well their growing season is nearing its end. They typically don't do too well in hotter temperatures, but you may be lucky to find some in a marketplace before then if you're ever interested in having more.\"*He'd say, quickly finishing his small portion before moving to stand back up. His furrow would make his way back into Terrel's hair for the time being, resuming his previous shelter.*" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "\"Yeah maybe I'll buy some before I move cities\" She takes another bite from her potato and said \"You said you were going to move back to mentia is there a particular reason why if you don't mind me asking.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd walk over to a nearby tree, leaning against it as he'd gaze out towards the rest of the forest.*\"It's the best place to gather information from what I've experienced there. For a country constantly at war, it has its perks in visiting.\"*The Elf would explain to her.*\"Besides it's not too far from here if I continue south for long enough.\"" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "\"Sounds like a place where I could make some good money, maybe I should go there instead.\" She said slightly jokingly she then took another bite from her potato." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Nothing stopping you. May well make a good income from there.\"*He'd say with a huff of amusement.*\"I've come to learn in the midst of people attacking one another, you make the most profit out of their conflict as long as you're careful. Association could kill you on the spot and put an end to that really quickly.\"" }, { "author": "Makira Namakiba", "message": "She chuckled \"Might stop by and do some sightseeing and maybe make some money. This place just sounds wonderful.\" She was partially joking she than finished her potato and said \"Well I'm going to go to sleep, you have fun with Tzu.\" She then laid down putting her hat over her face." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Night.\"*He'd say to her as she announced that she'd be falling asleep. The Elf would glance back over to Makira for a short while, eventually drawing his gaze away to focus on the surrounding area. He'll get his sleep soon enough, but for now, he'll have to keep watch. At least he wasn't on his own. Somewhere in the locks of his hair, a Furrow roamed, silent company to him as he waited the night away.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "*The sounds of Diao's voice are of course heard by Horace, causing the elf to look towards her. Finding the... Loosely robed and particularly frail woman to be bombarding him with questions.*\n\n\"One question at a time please. Though, first, you might want to get yourself... Fixed.\"\n*He simply smiles, turning his head as his covered hand is lifted from his pocket. A finger pointed back out at diao's robes.*\n\"Do you have a place to sit? I'd like to talk with you for awhile.\"" }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "*Slowly becoming more and more awake, Diao realizes just how she looks. Quickly, she tightens her robes and pulls back her hair, trying to look at least presentable.*\n\n\"Just sit on the blanket here. It's big enough for several.\"\n\n*Diao motions to a point opposite to her around the boiling tea kettle.*\n\n\"So, what'd you like to talk about? I do take commissions, but they can be pretty pricey. Up to 1000 silver.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "*Hearing Diao's directions, Horace moves to follow. Glancing back with a relived sigh as she seemed to get herself situated. Coming down on the blanket, Horace sits cross legged and glances around at the statues around him.*\n\n\"Straight to the point, huh? Not that i mind... Around 10 gold each? For these statue like figures, no?\"\n\n*He says, his eyes having been placed on the statues as he talked. Studying the intricacies of the stone, wondering if these were the stone soldiers he'd heard of. Golems, kullilie like creatures, but man made by this rather unkempt elf.*\n\n\"If you wouldn't mind, i'd like to establish something of a relationship with your business. We may be doing business often after all.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"One interested in the business of war. There's a far off land, past Salvainia to the North west. Mentia, it's name...\"\n\n*He nods lightly, accepting the cup. The warmth bleeding through his gloves and warming his blackened hands nicely. Then lifting the cup to his lips and drinking the tea, almost shivering at the warmth.*\n\n\"The countries been in a state of civil war for quite some time now... And there's no clear winner in sight. My associates and i wish to change that... To end the suffering of those under Mentian rule. To unite the area once more and allow it to prosper... A wonderful purpose, don't you think?\"" }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "\"Ah, the civil war in Mentia?\"\n\n*Diao takes a sip from the cup, gently blowing on the hot liquid to cool it down before tasting its flavor. Good, but could be better. She wondered if Meztu experimented in alchemy to make her tea.*\n\n\"Don't use honeyed words like that. I've heard similar tones countless times. But this... This is indeed interesting.\"\n\n*While part of Diao's conscious told her to not trust this individual, the old longing for battle was fired up in her. Horace would be able to see the smallest parts of a smile forming in the corners of her mouth.*\n\n\"Tell me, what exactly is in it for me?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"Apologies... I have to at least try to sell it though. For you? Well, I can offer wealth. If the future deems us the winner, fame will certainly find you as well. Though all that is to be expected though, no? Someone like you seems like they could use more than all that.\"\n\n*The elf takes another sip of the tea.*\n\n\"Tell me, what is it you desire Diao.\"\n*He'd utter her name as if it was nothing, knowing her name despite the lack of introduction. Smiling as if that little bomb had never been dropped.*\n\"Im sure there's something i can provide for you. Whether that's just a better life, or something more personal to you. I have many connections and strings i can tug on.\"" }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "\"Fame? I don't need fame.\"\n\n*Diao looks around her, at the simple tent and golems around her.*\n\n\"Though a little stability can help. But what I really want is power.\"\n\n*Diao pulls up the right sleeve of her robe, revealing her thin arms. Barely strong enough to lift a large dog. The left arm is pulled up as well, revealing the bronze arm underneath. It was much thicker, looking as if someone took the arm of a bronze statue and attached it to this seemingly frail woman.*\n\n\"There's several possible ways you know my name. As many know, I'm an Artificer and engineer. I create and fix things, and figure out how and why they work. But long ago, I was known as a warrior.\"\n\n*Diao extends her metal hand to the left, and in it forms a formidable Fangtian Ji, modified with technology and crackling with lightning.*\n\n\"I used to be strong. Physically. I was a warrior of the highest caliber, a duelist wielding a weapon just like this one. And I was one of the best, until I was poisoned and had my arm chopped off in a fight. The man who did that was dead, but I was exiled for killing him. So it's really not a bad thing to want power. All I want is some aspect of my former self again. The one that could move, run, truly *Fight*. I've only gotten a fraction of that strength.\"\n\n*Diao lets go of the halberd, and flexes the mechanical muscle of her bicep.*\n\n\"That is what I truly want.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "\"Power... I hope you understand that... In your circumstance, that might be difficult.\"\n\n*Horace pauses in thought for a moment, shrugging by the end of it.*\n\"But i suppose if that's all you want, we've got a deal. I'll need your cooperation with any training to get you up to shape. Real power can't be gained with some potion or spell. It'll take time and dedication... But im sure you know that.\"\n\n*The elf smiles lightly, finishing off his tea then. Placing the now empty cup off to the side.*\n\"If that's all then...?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"", "message": "*The elf stares with intrigue at such a design. Wondering about the consequences of such a thing. A Mechanical suit, one that'd enhance her physical abilities? How interesting indeed... This trip was certainly far from a waste. In fact, offering much more promise than the elf had hoped.*\n\n\"Head to next...? Well, if you'd like to see headquarters we'd have to head out of country. I hope you don't mind the travel, or have anything of importance here in Silnaria.\"" }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "\"Out of the country? Sounds good. I really shouldn't even be here anyways, but the border's so loose that I can just slip right in. I'm supposed to be exiled.\"\n\n*The Artificer stands up, snapping her fingers and causing the tent to completely dissipate into mana.*\n\n\"In the mean time, why don't you say hi to my first prototype of the suit?\"\n\n*One of the suits of armor stands up, picking up its greatsword and setting the point on the ground.*" }, { "author": "Bismarck", "message": "\"Hello there, newcomer!\"" }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "\"Bismarck, this is... Uh, sorry, but I don't think I got your name?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sol", "message": "Somehow, Sol found herself visiting Suimbulime more often these days. Perhaps she was starting to develop a sense of belonging to—yeah, nah. It wasn't too far from Vunraurie and her roots did originate in Anushken, so she frequently visited. This time would be no different.\n\nOr at least that had been the plan until the back of a familiar figure entered her peripherals, a sparkle in her eyes as she matched appearance to name.\n\n\"Miss Ildilyntra? It's been a while, hasn't it?\"\n\nThe mellow note of joy was genuine, without a doubt. After all, she was now in a very good mood." }, { "author": "Ildilyntra Biernat op Brynmor", "message": "Ildilyntra had begun to frequently visit Suimbulime, and had been planning to take up a residence there to perform a few longer jobs. Of course, some mercenary work put a wrench in those plans, but that would surely work out just fine.\n\nShe was on her way to a particular bakery she had come to enjoy, when a fresh and recently familiar voice called out to her. Turning towards it, she gave a nod to the approaching Sol.\n\n\"Lady Sol, it has been. Have you been well?\"\n\nHer voice was low as usual, but it by no means hinted at her being in a bad mood. Rather, she seemed surprised to see the beastkin." }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Mhm, it has gone well enough. And may the same be said of you.\" Her usual calmness lasts but a moment longer before a little giggle slips through. \"Just 'Sol' is fine for clergy like me. Beside, 'Lady' is a tad too formal, no?\"\n\nShe quickly glanced over Ildilyntra's person with much interest, at the same time testing her own deductive skills—as if. There were only so many reasons one might run into another within a city. In fact, she'd be more surprised if she guessed it wrong.\n\n\"Though I didn't quite expect you to be living here. Out for a spot of shopping?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "komisama0649", "message": "On a narrow dirt road, off the main highway that led to one of the great elven empire's port cities, there lay a caravan in ruins. Bodies of various kinds lay sprawled in the mud and dirt; some human, some elf, all stripped of whatever armor or weapons they had that were in decent shape. The caravan owners and their guards could be seen, in more comfortable clothing and clean-shaven. The bandits that killed them, also present, with dirty skin and unkempt hair. As the skies wept for the loss of their lives, showering them with the tears of the heavens, a survivor sat alone amongst the dead.\n\nSitting with their back against an overturned carriage, a young woman with darkened skin sat on the ground, her pointed ears poking out from short silvery-white hair. She sat with her knees drawn to her chest; one gloved hand was curled around her legs. Her other hand, and the reason for her inability to leave, was held up by the chain that bound it, fastened to the wrought-iron belly of the special carriage that was transporting her. To either side were chained corpses, her \"Companions\" On this journey. In front lay a lone bandit, a hole blown clean through his chest as if struck by a giant. Coincidentally, his blood covered her free glove, though it was slowly washing away. Like this Silver sat, waiting for the elements or nature to claim her soul in quiet resignation." }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*The furious stampede of a horses hooves would be heard long before one could see the horse or it's rider. Soon enough however, they both came into view, a jet black horse and it's rider also in full black moving at absurd speeds down the road. The rain continued regardless, showering the rider, who seemed more intent on reaching his destination with every pellet of rain that hit him.*\n\n*Nox hated the rain, the water made his robes wet and extremely uncomfortable. After embarking and finishing an errand for his Lord, he had left the previous town in too much of a hurry, leaving him caught in this downpour. Nox looked at the suns position in the sky and cursed to himself. He would need to be way faster if he meant to reach the other town by dusk. This horse eh got for the mission was definitely too slow. Soon, he would spot a wrecked Caravan in the distance and slow down to see what had happened*" }, { "author": "komisama0649", "message": "Looking up at the sound of a horse's gallop, Silver carefully stood up, stretching out her legs that were sore after being still for so long. She soon spotted the rider down the road, slowly approaching her, and raised her free hand, waving frantically to get his attention. \"Hey! Over here!\" She shouted, not wanting to be left behind again. Even another life of servitude was better than being stuck out here in the rain and cold." }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox, slowing his pace, would see the mess of weapons Macen and Elven bodies sprawled in the dirt around the an overturned carriage. Shit. Bandits he thought to himself; bandits were bad in the sense that would delay him, and what would not fare well with his plan of reaching the next town before dusk. He woud hear a female voice, but in the heavy downpour and poor visibility, he could not see anyone yet.*" }, { "author": "komisama0649", "message": "Silver snorted. \"As I am currently bound to this carriage, I would be unable to do so without ripping my arm off! I'm sure you can forgive my reluctance to do so,\" She replied, tugging on her chain in frustration. \"If you could find the keys, I'd be very grateful, you know.\" The dark elf looked around, unable to see where the caravan leader was from her position." } ]

[ { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox shook his head and frowned. It didn't make sense to him how everyone was seemingly killed, bandits and escort alive, but all the amour was gone. His best guess was that the bandits had retreated and someone had forgotten something, coma back, and run into him. Whatever they came back for must have been well worth it for them to make the risk, which piqued Nox's interest. He would not dismount and rode forward to the source of the voice slowly, weapons'at the ready.*" }, { "author": "Nox, the Night King", "message": "\"I don't believe you. I strongly suggest for your own sake that you drop your weapons now.\"" }, { "author": "komisama0649", "message": "Silver chuckled mirthlessly. \"He doesn't believe me, what else is new?\" She muttered to herself, grabbing her chain and tapping it against the metal carriage floor to guide the man to her. At least he was approaching, even if he didn't trust her. \"The only weapons I have are my fists, and the magic knuckles I can summon to them. And, as I've already said, I'd prefer to keep my arms attached to my body, if you don't mind.\" She leaned back against the overturned carriage, waiting for him. \"If you haven't noticed, this is a slave caravan. Is it so strange that I'm chained and defenseless?\"" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox didn't believe her. He said: \"So let me get this straight: a band of bandits attacked your caravan, and somehow even after looting everything, you're still alive?\" Nothing added up at this point, but perhaps it was because Nox hated the rain and was in a rush. He would follow the noise until he figured the person was just out of the visible range and say: \"Suppose I believe you-\" Before riding through the mist and heavy rain to look at the person or bandits.*" } ]

[ { "author": "komisama0649", "message": "Silver sighed, seeing the rider finally come into view. He did seem strange, with his mask and getup, but she had seen stranger. \"If you don't believe me, believe your eyes,\" She said deadpan, holding up her chained arm for him to clearly see. \"The thing is, the bandits did want a piece of me; I mean, look at me. But I do have a hand free, and I'm not a gladiator for nothing.\" She gestured across from her, where a bandit lay with a deep hole in his chest. \"I did that. They decided I wasn't worth risking their lives to get their rocks off, so they left me here to starve as a little payback. And now I met you. So is this my lucky day, or just more dark days ahead?\"" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox frowned when he saw the Dark elf in chains but raised his eyebrows when he saw the bandit with a hole in his chest. He would ride over, and saw that the bandit was wearing little for protection other than scraps of a gambeson. Impressive stuff, but Nox suspected there was a magical weapon involved. Even more peculiar, a Elven slave. He would say: \"Why can't you punch through the chains and free yourself?\"*" }, { "author": "komisama0649", "message": "\"I did try, but these were made with arena fighters and weapon summoners in mind. If I wanted to get out of these, I'd need a summoned *Blade* Of considerable cutting ability, but as it is knuckles don't make for good chain busters.\" Silver dismissed his questioning with a wave of her hand, looking up at the man with a frown. \"The man with a red robe has the keys to unlock my chain. He's right on the other side of this carriage, actually, but I can't reach him. If you set me free, I'd much appreciate it.\"" }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox would consider dismounting but he didn't want to get in the mud an dirty his robes and amour even further that they already were. Instead, he reined his horse to trot over to where the red robed man was, and used his spear to push him to where the Elven female was. He thought for a second before saying: \"Are there any valuables that the Bandits left behind?\"*" }, { "author": "komisama0649", "message": "Silver searched the man for the keys before retrieving them from his robes, looking up at the rider incredulously as she checked for the right one. \"Bandits will take a half-rusted sword and moldy rations if they find them, you think they left much? All that's left,\" She said with a grunt, finally unlocking the manacle around her wrist and rubbing over the area, \"Is a bit of gold I had from my winnings at the arena. My new owner let me keep it to improve my gear or whatever when I got started at the new arena. Though I guess I won't be doing that now...\" She picked up a small sack of coins that had been set underneath her, tying it to her belt loop." }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*Nox would nod in understanding. Scum bandits probably made off with whatever article of value. Perhaps there had been more gold for him to take. For now, he was interested in the recently slave, as he needed agents to carry out his nefarious plans while he was occupied. \"The name's Nox. Where are you headed to now that your free and starving?\"*" }, { "author": "komisama0649", "message": "\"Anywhere, I guess,\" She replied honestly, shrugging her shoulders as she stood up straight. \"You need a bodyguard or something? You could probably hold your own in a fight, but help is always nice, right? I'm not half bad, anyway, as long as nobody cuts my arms off.\" She flung the keys away to the side of the road, no longer needing them. \"I've got servant skills, too. Know how to clean, won't get pregnant, got a few jokes if you have guests, whatever a guy needs. Whaddaya say?\" She crossed her arms, waiting for a response." }, { "author": "arxmereel", "message": "*\"You know by law one cannot enslave an Elf without a permit? I'm heading to the next town for food and lodgings. It's apparent that you don't need protection\" He paused looking at the dead bandits before continuing: \"But I can offer you company on the way there.\" Now would almost never openly tell someone what to do, as he knew for a fact that people were less effective. Much better to show her the advantages of sticking with him rather than commanding her to do so.*" }, { "author": "komisama0649", "message": "\"Not that anyone really pays attention to that,\" She replied with a snort, grabbing the back of the saddle and hopping up onto the horse's back, behind Nox. \"Permits only matter if you're going through official slave-buying channels. The underground's much more lax on that front.\" She carefully gripped the man's cloak to avoid falling off. \"I'll stick with you for now, though. Never been free before, I'd like to ease into this new life...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The four of you would find calls for help via posters, searching for people willing to get rid of a cult, who has recently been disturbing the area. You would all arrive at a nearby temple, with a high elf dressed in gold robes standing in front, looking worried. The temple looked like it had been damaged, a pillar looking like it had been hit with a heavy object, soot and burn marks everywhere, along with massive cracks in the ground. He would look at you for and quickly smile.*\n\n\"Ah, you're here! Such goodness! Thank you all for doing this. We've recently been receiving threats from a cult, telling us to destroy the temple. When we refused, they attacked us, as you can see. I've taken the liberty of calling for outside help, you four, to destroy these cultists, so this does not happen again. There's payment as well, in gold.\"\n\n\"The cultists are setting up camp in the nearby woods, according to our sources. You should be able to take them out without a problem. You look like a capable group.\"" }, { "author": "Shidori", "message": "Shidori stared blankly at the temple. There was no emotion on her face, even as she listened to the priest. The blonde abesntmindely nodded before she zoned off, eyes blankly stating into the distance.\n\n'Cult, huh?' The swordsman thought, mind going back to the time she went on a quest with a certain Okamimi. 'Hmph... She would enjoy this quest immensley.'\n\nFinally, Shidori stared back at the priest. \"Affirmative. We will deal with the enemy immediately.\"\n\nThe way she talked was... Unnevering. Creepy, even, considering there was about zero emotions in her voice. The woman fingered the handle of her blade to test how easily it would slide out of the sheath, before nodding to herself. She was ready, at least... But she didn't know about the rest of her...'Guild Members'." }, { "author": "Brakken Hornswaagle", "message": "*Brakken climbed up the steps to then main part temple. Each heavy shift of his feet made his large stature wobble in place. Every step he huffed as he seemed to struggle going up at an angle.\n\nFinally he was there, even when it was just a small stoop leading inside.* \"Whew! Ahhhhh! Stairs are so inhumane urrrrg! Ahhhhh! Yoohooo! Priests priestess! I saw the poster, yall got any foods.\" Brakken smiled and lit up finding the fancy dressed priest along with a familiar face. \"Oh... It's you. 'Ere for the reward too, Love?\"" }, { "author": "Invola Thevrar Lupin", "message": "\"No, you're just outrageously obese.\" Insulted Invola as she glared back at the dwarf from beside Shidori. The pale oni had dressed in some of her usual fine robes despite the nature of this, because obviously she didn't plan on getting into a fight or at least not being on the front lines if one were to happen. \"You, High Elf, best not be using gold as a metaphorical term. I don't expect a hundred silver for my wasted time out in this wretched place.\" She'd then blow some hot air from her nose before taking some more hot air in from the gilded pipe she always seemed to hold." }, { "author": "Korin", "message": "Korin skipped up the steps to the entrance of the temple. As she walked in, she was stopped by a few priests, no wonder, all she was wearing was some wraps around her chest, some vambraces and tribal pants. Every step seemed to have innocence behind it, but at the same time power. There was an odd feeling of power. \"Please move!\" She said giddily as she almost literally ran over the one in front of her, having seen the other members of 'Nines Own Goal' she began waving as she ran up the steps, pouncing headfirst into the chunky dwarf. \"BRAAKKKKKEENNNNN!!HIIIIIIII!!!!\" She was careful not to impale him on her horns as she pounced." }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The Priest would respond.*\n\n\"Of course. When I mean gold, I mean genuine gold. Hard work deserves pay, after all. And yes, we do have some food.\"\n\n*Two other elves bring a platter of various foods, including pastries, meats, breads and fruits.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Oh boy.\" Shidori stated. \"Priest, please... We will inquire food when we return with dead cultists.\"\n\nWhile her own mouth watered slightly at the sight of the meat, she knew that if they stayed and ate, they wouldn't be able to leave until tomorrow. Gluttony was...'powerful' when it came to food. She moved closer to Invola unconciously, as if the presence of the Oni comforted her." }, { "author": "Brakken Hornswaagle", "message": "*Bakken grimaced or at least that's what it seemed like what with his round facial features and thick fully grown beard.* \"Ya hurt me but Brakken knows! A sharp tongue hides a full heart! No worried Lassy your love is duely noted! I-Aye!\" *Brakken would find himself pounced on by the other Oni of the guild the infamous wrath sin Korin.* \n\n\"Oohhhh! Lassie! Korin strong as ever I see!\" *At the mention of food Brakken's nostrils flared as he froze and stared at it positively drooling like a wild animal.* \n\n\"One bite won't hurt, or a full plate, might as well make it a platter!\"" }, { "author": "Invola Thevrar Lupin", "message": "Invola would sigh and softly pinch the bridge of her own nose she knew it could take hours of the day for Brakken to be finished eating, though she would grab a small sweet for herself before speaking again. \"At least you're finally here Korin, I don't think I'd be able to stand Brakken for too much longer. I can smell him from here.\"" }, { "author": "Korin", "message": "\"Awww come on Inva He doesn't smell that baaaad.\" She giggles a little letting go of the dwarf, before sniffing the air and her eyes light up with happiness, a faint glow surrounding her, they must've made her favorite food by accident. She begins to drool a little as she moves quickly to the food and snatching up a single sweetroll, a baked food that is rolled up with icing and sometimes filled with a more liquidy icing. \n\nAs she takes small bites of the sweet delicacy her focus returns to the quest, as she looks to the priest and asks a rather odd question for someone that looks as young as her to ask. \"Mnnnnn... *Nom... Nom...* So who are we *Nom...* Going to kill?\" She says" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "\"The cultists believe they can control the elements of the world. They think that the gods are nonexistent. There's around 4 of them, though that number can vary greatly.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Shidori shuffled even closer to Invola, staring at her... Friends. Such a word was foreign to her, but she supposed it was the correct word to describe their merry little group. She fingered the handle of her blade again.\n\n\"Four... One for each.\" Shidori blankly stared at the priest. \"Seems a bit too... Convinient.\"\n\nHer eyes roamed over the meat, fingers twitching, before she stayed her hand. Food was best eaten on an empty stomach. Shidori stayed silent, then, eyes roaming over Korin and Brakken. She was waiting for their move." }, { "author": "Brakken Hornswaagle", "message": "*Brakken was much too distracted by the sight of delicious food to even talk right now. He wiped his mouth free of drool and slurped loudly wihout shame.* \n\n\"As long as you keeps serving me, I'll serve ya! Four wanted four dead!\" *Brakken had no complaint with his own weakness in front of him. He took a sweet roll tossed it into his gob and in an impressive display chomped once and swallowed. He took two more handfuls and stuffed his face.*\n\n\"Got any ale?\" *Brakken asked already starting off with his eating habits. If one of the other sins didn't stop him now he may never actually make the journey.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "\"Unfortunately, when they raided the temple they stole the rest of the alcohol we had. We would prefer it back, and you may take some as a sign of thanks.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Invola Thevrar Lupin", "message": "\"You should have no worries... Should the dwarf fail to kill the fiends, he most definitely might eat them.\" Another sigh came from the pale oni, though assigned the sin of greed and promised an at least generous reward of gold, she wasn't too enthused to go on such a mission with Brakken. Nor Korin for that matter since chaos always followed the two. Invola always preferred things to go as planned and they definitely weren't going to today. \"Though don't expect anything to be clean, if they don't believe in the gods they'll sacrifice anything to protect themselves.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The four of you would be walking through the woods when you would spot an orange glow. Moving closer, you would see 4 prominent figures: A large goluth, who was bare chested, runic tattoos on his body. A Qua, with 4 arms, his arms sheathed in steel. A tall woman, with a large, curved Dao at her side, wearing a set of Almain rivet, and a high elf with a bow slung over her shoulder, armed with two daggers as well. However, two other, shorter figures could be seen, due to the Oni's dark vision. They would be able to make out two more enemies, a fairly human treton, who was unarmed, and a masked air macen, with what looked like a single dagger strapped to his waist.*" }, { "author": "Shidori", "message": "Shidori stepped forward, drawing her katana. The blade sung her name as it left its sheathe, and her eyes zoned in on the tall woman. Twirling her blade in one hand, she drew her tanto in the other, then entered her usual stance. It was clear the emotionless woman was not interested in negotiations. Shidori was ready to kill. The blonde stilled, waiting for anyone to move. Waiting for the prey to bolt." }, { "author": "Invola Thevrar Lupin", "message": "\"Shidori you should wait.\" Invola would whisper while she stood amidst the darkness, confident that she wouldn't be seen in with her now dark skin. \"We should wait for our fearless leader to make a plan.\" The woman was much less armed than the other three, but she still had a dagger strapped to her belt, a bow on her back, and an ice golem ready to cast. \"It's best to actually think about this seeing as they don't look like and everyday cult, and I'm sure Korin could tell you the same.\"" }, { "author": "Korin", "message": "\"Hmmmmm... Yeppers, they certainly aren't normal are they... It's almost as if they are combat ready.\" Korins eyes were cold, calculating, but at the same time passionate, but for what? \"If you want to wait a few seconds I can do something special... A dark aura surrounded Korin as she readied her infamous spell. \"The goal... Of all life...\" Waiting to complete the cast until everyone was ready" }, { "author": "Brakken Hornswaagle", "message": "*Being too slow to react or even chatge into battle Brakken waited patiently for orders. Or course, when the sign of enemies was first mentioned he made sure to stand in front of the others*\n\n\"Are these the ones we have to kill? We're already so far from the temple and I barely got to eat anything.\" *Of course Brakken would be complaining since he didn devour a truckful before leaving. To sate his hungry he settled with pouring a mug of ale for himself and downing the contents with a soft sigh. Was not food, but it did soothe him.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The group would be talking by the campfire when suddenly the treton would point in their direction. Immediately the enemies begin drawing their weapons. The Goluth's fists are adorned with bronze knuckledusters, the woman draws her dao, the elf draws back her bow, the qua stands up, two spiritual arms sprouting from his shoudlers, and the masked man pulls out his sword to reveal, not one, but two, short swords. Butterfly swords. What was most surprising was that the Treton would pull out an icy talisman, and her frozen guardian would appear in front of her. The dao user points her blade in your direction.*\n\n\"I wouldn't do this if I were you.\"" }, { "author": "Brakken Hornswaagle", "message": "*Brakken was busy pouring another mug with his traveling keg and held it up to the hostile crew and gave a warm smile as he stepped forward in front of the others.*\n\n\"Do what? Share a drink with a friend? We were about to sit down for lunch. Come join us.\" *Brakken pat his jolly belly and took a sip of the ale he poured as he was able to ignore for too long before bringing himself to drink it.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Shidori paused, torn between listening to Greed and Wrath. Her eyes danced between them for a moment, her stance loosening by the second, before she turned back to the enemy party. Golden eyes narrowed as she dropped her arms to her sides, as if goading them to attack her as there were many holes in her defences.\n\n\"As friendly as ever, Brakken.\" She whispered underneath her breath. \"Are you people affiliated with the Cultists around here?\"" }, { "author": "Invola Thevrar Lupin", "message": "\"Of course they're affiliated with the cultists, I'm fairly certain four suspicious individuals wouldn't just happen to be standing around the day we were contracted to hunt down *Four individuals*.\" Invola would rolls her eyes before whispering \"Rise. Beast of ice.\" Anticipating what was bound to happen, she'd let the blue sphere form in her hand before dropping it on the ground behind herself, so if combat was initiated it would appear unexpectedly." }, { "author": "Korin", "message": "Korin likes the idea of not being outnumbered, as such she cancels he first cast and places their hand above the ground readying the seal of the Death Knight. The seal was placed on the ground behind her, and a black smog hovered above it, the smog unable to be seen by anyone without darkvision." }, { "author": "Brakken Hornswaagle", "message": "\"Oh dear! Are we not having lunch?\" *Brakken held his belly and moved in front of the party as the representative.* \"Now hold on lassies! I'm sure we could work things out after a nice meal. I got some nice breadrolls here.\" *Brakken would close the distance waddling bit by bit offering a hug to the closest being.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The goluth would laugh.*\n\n\"Doesn't seem like the rest of your party wants to take a break. One already has her weapons out. On that note, think we should attack now? Before they attack us?\"\n\n*The masked man brandishes his knives at the incoming drunk.*\n\n\"Take another step, and I''l carve you into porkchops.\"\n\n*The treton's ice golem moves in front of them, to counter the party's glacial construct. The elf levels her bow at Brakken as well.*" }, { "author": "Brakken Hornswaagle", "message": "*Regardless of what the armed man said to Brakken he still beanched forward mug in hand and a smile.* \"Well now! Thats no way to treat a friend! Oh well.\" *Brakken closed the distance a foot more then dashed forward swinging his ale at the ice construct. His cheeks bloated out as mana filled the contents of his belly. A faint spark lit his lips and then a disgusting belch followed to smother the golem.* \"'Scuse me!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Shidori", "message": "Shidori launched forwards suddenly, feet carrying her swiftly. She charged pasts Brakken, intent on challenging the Dao user. Her eyes burned as a blue glow covered her right hand, the one holding the sword. She slashed forward, aiming for the woman's arms.\n\n[**Empowered Strike used**]\n[**115/120**]" }, { "author": "Invola Thevrar Lupin", "message": "Invola let out a soft groan before stepping to the side while her ice golem sprouted from the ground, letting out an ethereal roar and slamming his icy sword in the ground before he made a charge towards the enemy's beast of ice, and when close enough he'd swing his sword with then intent to smash the other's head apart.\n\n[Ice Golem used]\n\n[Mana 50/150 and capped at 50]" }, { "author": "Korin", "message": "Korin finished the seal and summoned forth a death knight, whos very presence brought terror to its enemies, standing at 2 meters tall while hunched over, wielding a massive flamberge and tower shield almost as tall as itself. It's horned helmet reeked of death. It lumbered over to the enemy and swiped its massive shield across the line, attempting to knock them prone.\n\n[Death Knight Used]\n\n[Mana 45/130 and capped at 45]" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As Brakken stumbles towards the Ice golem, the Qua would quickly rush forward and interlock his arms, creating a sort of shield, completely blocking the blast of flame, the spell rendered useless. After the blast, the qua unlocks his arms.*\n\n\"Hah! Nice try!\"\n\n *The masked man then rushes forward at him, brandishing his knives and slashing at Brakken using both swords. The two ice golems would clash their swords, but it seemed like this battle would take a very, very long time.*\n\n*As for Shidori, her glowing blue sword would be met by the Dao user's red aura and blade, as she buffed herself increasing her strength enough to block the blow. Her other arm would glow red hot, and launch a fireblast at the now near swordswoman. Oops.*\n\n*The death knight would not really scare any of the enemies, as the enemies simply step back, and the goluth punches the knight in the face after the swipe. The goluth actually is taller than this guy too, and stronger. In fact, the punch was so strong, it sends the death knight reeling back despite his armor, a noticable dent in his helmet.*\n\n*The high elf raises her bow, and three arrows appear, one drawn, two summoned, and two of the arrows would fly at Korin, while the other would pierce the air at Invola.*" }, { "author": "Brakken Hornswaagle", "message": "*Brakken growled and raised his fists to his opponent.* \"I could use a good brawl. Leaving with just a snack kinda pissed me off.\" *A purple glow would radiate from his person as Brakken would advance ready to strike if the Qua would come near he'd let his fust fly early. He noticed the extra arms and found them to be an issue. This type of foe would be a menance in a bare knuckles fight but Brakken exceled in such situations. It was all he could bank on along with his thick demeanor compared to the twig like fighter.*\n\n*Brakken stared at his empty mug and growled at the qua. Seeing the masked swordman rush forward he simply turns his back to allow the swords to clash with his barrelpack. A purple aura began to emminate from his body as he kept an eye on his two assailants.* \"That was a waste of good brew!\"" }, { "author": "Shidori", "message": "Shidori grunted, crossing her arms as the fire slammed into her. The swordswoman skidded back, hissing at the burning feeling in her arms. Clutching her weapons tight, a red glow enveloped her form. The familiar feeling of magic coursing through her veins managed to dull the pain in her arms for a bit, before she dashed forward again, faster this time. She suddenly dropped to the ground, sliding on her knees and slashing diagonally, aiming to cut the Dao user's legs. \n\n[**Fleet Foot used**]\n\n[**100/120**]" } ]

[ { "author": "Invola Thevrar Lupin", "message": "With her higher reaction speed the pale oni would try to duck out of the arrow's path while also drawing her own, composite bow to loose an arrow back at the high elf. If the arrow were to hit it's mark Invola would crouch down and run right into the surrounding trees, if not she'd prepare another arrow.\n\nWhile her ice golem would try to keep his sword interlocked with his enemie's as he went to slam his left ice stub/fist into the other golem's belly area." }, { "author": "Korin", "message": "The death knight not feeling any pain, planted its foot and charged, feigning an attack with its massive shield and Quickly striking with its flamberge, a tactic not normally used by monsters, hoping to catch the goluth off guard. As this happened Korin dove to the side to avoid the arrows that were shot at her only moments ago, and summoned forth dark lightning on the Goluth while it was busy fighting the death knight.\n\n[Dark World Lightning used]\n[15 mana used, 30/45 remaining]" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Turning his back would prove to be not so good for Brakken, as the masked man instead slashes into his right leg and his groin, leaving deep, painful cuts. Not enough to be severe, but the flesh would easily be parted as the razor sharp blade carved through Brakken's layers of skin and fat. The agile man would quickly jump back.*\n\"I told you. Carve you into pork chops. Maybe I'll have enough time for bacon.\"\n\n*The Qua switches targets, instead heading for Korin.*\n\n\"I'll let you handle the fat one Siftar.\"\n\n*Shidori would try to fly back to try and make the fireblast less damaging, and was successful to an extent. Better than heading straight into it. As she slashed at the woman's legs, the Dao blocks it with her own blade, the sound of steel clashing, until the woman tries to kicks Shidori in the face.*\n\n*Shidori's arrow would find itself lodged in a magic barrier quickly sprung up by the elf. Another arrow would be drawn, but three this time, all aimed for Invola.*\n\n\"Take this, you demon.\"\n\n*The arrows would fly about a foot and a half apart from one another, the center one aiming for her sternum. What's worse is that the Treton has joined in on the action, and she fires a lightning bolt at Invola's legs. The Ice Golem wouldn't prove successful either, as the enemy ice golem intercepts the incoming blow by sweeping its arm outward, moving the punch away with it, giving it a free blow to the face.*\n\n*Just so you know, summons can feel pain, but it's just not necessary. Unfortunately for the knight, the Goluth had experience with these kinds of combat. His skin turning to stone, the Goliath blocks the sword using his forearm, and then grabs the top of the tower shield and pulls it away from the death knight. He then kicks the armored opponent's leg, causing it to fall, or if it raises its leg to avoid the attack, pushes it to the side.*\n```Brakken-2 moderate injuries, slashes. Leg and groin.\nShidori-1 moderate injury, burn.```" }, { "author": "Brakken Hornswaagle", "message": "*Brakken had expected the strikes to deflect off his ironboundbarrel and yet the angle was unexpected as he felt sharp pain and then the feeling of warm wet liquid cover his skin. He was cut and that made him really angry.\n\nThankfully he was tipsy and it netralized the pain a bit. In a werid way he spun around on his other foot and seemed to lose balance letting lose the spell he had casted previously. His target within arms reach as he hopped from his clumsy looking movement to knock both of them to the ground.\n\nIf successful, Brakken would punch the swordsman in the face with a cheap right hook as he was pretty balanced for a thick dwarf and knew how to get up easily.*\n\n``Bumbling Charge: 15 mana/45 mana left``" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Shidori titled her head quickly to dodge the kick. Eyes narrowed in annoyance. The Dao user was proving to be good at defence. It was starting to grate on her nerves, a rare occurence for the normally emotionless girl. Still speed-boosted, she swiped her dagger towards the Dao users neck, then rushed past her to try and gain distance." }, { "author": "Invola Thevrar Lupin", "message": "Using her quick reflexes, speed, strength, and tail Invola would try to catapult herself either over or at least out of the path of the arrows and lighting. If successful the oni would prepare another two arrows for her attackers respectively. If not, depending on the damages done to her, Invola would try to retreat behind a nearby tree or rock." }, { "author": "Korin", "message": "The death knight seizes the opportunity of the shield being taken by force and grapples the goluth, not caring for its own wellbeing. As Korins skin turns black and cracks appear on her body, as she slips in underneath the goluths blind spot as it's being attacked. The black skin of the power allowing Korin natural camouflage in the pitch black night.\n\n[Embodiment of the Shinigami activated]\n\n\n\n[ 17/45 remaining]" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The masked man would jump up and try to counter the flying dwarf by kicking him in the chest, but Brakken's spell would send the man flying, the powerful magic knocking back the air macen. However, he quickly regains his balance, landing on his feet.*\n\n\"Didn't expect a dwarf to fly.\"\n\n*The man would then punch with his right hand, sending a white conic projectile towards Brakken's legs.*\n\n*As for Shidori, she would swiftly dodge the strike, and swipe her dagger at the woman's neck, who barely blocks it with her sword, the back of her dao pressed against her neck. She would use both hands and push the dagger away using her blade, resetting the battle.*\n\n*Invola somehow dodges all the projectiles, and launches her two arrows. The barrier breaks upon being struck by the first arrow, and the second punches through the leather armor of the archer's shoulder. She's out for this round, as she tries to pull the arrow out of her shoulder. The Treton rushes in front of her.*\n\n\"Jenna!\"\n\n*Her hands suddenly glow, and a massive barrage of projectiles is fired. A lightning bolt, followed by 4 blazing fireballs.*\n\n*The goluth avoids the death knight's attempt to grapple, but Korin closes the distance and tries to punch him in the side. The Goluth blocks in with his forearm, but the stone skin in that section shatters in response to the powerful blow. He reels back, a look of confusion and pain on his face, holding his arm. It looks like she fractured it.*\n\n\"Guess you're stronger than you look.\"\n\n*He then retaliates, yelling while launching a side kick at her head.*\n\n*The qua approaches the Death knight instead, and begins to rain blows on the shield.*" }, { "author": "Brakken Hornswaagle", "message": "*Brakken would bring up his mug to his chest turn around again to hide behind the barrel that was half his size. Whatever that spellwas he was hoping thr barrelpack could take. With mug inone hand and the other pouring, Brakken prepared a surprise for the swordsman. If he would get close he'd find Brakken would splash a drizzle of ale onto his person in a cheap trick. Bar brawls were never fair and neither was Brakken.*" }, { "author": "Shidori", "message": "Shidori grunts, sliding against the ground after getting a good distance away from the Dao user. The blonde sheathes her dagger, then holds her blade in front of her in a usual Katana stance. She closes her eyes, concentrating. A moment later, the blade is surrounded with a blue glow. Gray orbs snapped open, and Shidori slashed once in front of her, then shifted her stance and slashed again. From her slashes, two wind blades were produced and rushed towards the Dao user in an X pattern. The second wind blade was delayed, however, and was noticeably lagging behind the first.\n\n[Tsubame Gaeshi used]\n[85/120 Mana Used]\n[Fleet Foot no longer in effect]" }, { "author": "Invola Thevrar Lupin", "message": "With the few seconds she had, Invola would nock and fire three more arrows, this time generally aiming towards the Treton's chest area which she'd have to take or risk the arrow's hitting Jenna. Now it came to trying to avoid the projectiles, and obviously she couldn't avoid them all... Or could she? The oni would attempt to throw her gold dagger ahead of her in order to attract the lighting away from her while also trying to duck or dodge around the fireballs.\n\nHer golem on the other hand would've taken the blow to the face, but that would allow him the opportunity to try and lock the enemies arm with his while also using his legs to push against the other golem in an attempt to move towards the Treton." } ]

[ { "author": "Korin", "message": "Korin attempts to roll to the side, to avoid the massive kick, and then the death knight stepped in front of her, attempting to slam its sword down on the golurths leg as he kicks, handle first, for a blunt attack, ready to counter if it was avoided, while keeping an eye on the other humanoid that was attacking its shield. While Korin fires off a bolt of black lightning at the Qua.\n\n[Dark world Lightning used]\n\n[2/45 mana remaining]" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The projectile ends up being Force Blast, and Brakken is suddenly tripped and lands on his face. The masked man rushes in and slashes at Brakken's neck.*\n\n\"It's the end for you, fatty!\"\n\n*The Dao user swiftly blocks both attacks using her blade, looking surprised. She then grins.*\n\n\"You seem like a decent fellow. Hate to kill you.\"\n\n*The Treton creates a white aura around her and dodges to the right, only enough to dodge one arrow, but her aura tanks the other two. The elf has taken the arrow out of her shoulder, and begins to heal it. Looks like a small break. She would be able to dodge the majority of the fireballs albeit one, and the electric bolt is somehow intercepted by the gold dagger, now out of her reach.*\n\n\"Stay behind me, Jenna.\"\n\n\"I will, Crystal. This will be over soon.\"\n\n*The Goluth quickly pulls his leg back in response to the dark knight stepping forward, and gets in another martial stance. Looks like he's waiting for the knight to attack first. As for the Qua, his bottommost right arm blocks it, but he still has 5 normal arms and 2 spirit ones. He begins to charge at Korin and launch a barrage of punches.*\n\n\"Dadadadadadadadada!\"" }, { "author": "Brakken Hornswaagle", "message": "*Brakken was getting annoyed. He attempted to get up but while doing so his skin turned dull a sudden greyness filling his body as he made to stand back up to face his opponent. \n\nIt wasn't difficult to get back on his feet. So Brakken turned throwing a backhanded strike with his right arm to catch his assailant.*" }, { "author": "xenics333", "message": "``Stoneskin: 15 mana/ 50 mana``" }, { "author": "Shidori", "message": "Shidori grunted, twirling her sword. She felt her reserves, scowling as she was already running low. The blonde focused, bending her arms and knees. The tip of her blade was pointed straight at her opponent. Her form glowed an angry red again, and she shifted her foot. This time, she did not move.\n\n[Fleet Foot Used]\n[70/120 Mana Used]" }, { "author": "aviatorenthusiast", "message": "Although burnt, Invola's balance within let her largely ignore the damage done, and having a brief respite from the barrage that had been sent her way Invola would take a deep breath, standing still to draw four more arrows and nock them, then quickly loosing two towards the Treton's chest, and two towards the Elf through the Treton's leg assum Jenna was still on the ground. If not those two arrows would be aimed for the Treton's legs. Meanwhile, assuming the ice golem's adversary didn't put up any resistance, he'd keep pushing both of their colossal bodies towards the High Elf and Treton. \n\n\"If anyone would care for support, all you need do is voice your needs!\" Invola would shout out." } ]