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258.428571	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "5c0tty", "message": "The tear in reality stretched suddenly, as the feeling of dread hit a furious, almost musical crescendo, and a screaming man was dropped from the sky. He wore armor, at first, a set of gleaming plate mail that rippled with power before the strange tear swallowed it. The man kept screaming, falling at a tremendous speed as he was left in a green tunic and brown pants, something shining faintly on his neck. When he impacted the ground, there was a strange lack of collateral damage, even though the sound of his landing was similar to a volcano erupting. \n\nJust as suddenly as the strange event began, it ended. The tear in reality closed up with a sucking release of spiritual pressure, leaving its \"Gift\" To the world of Eluaria groaning in pain on the cobbles before the Brinewater Inn. \n\n\"Oooow...\"" }, { "author": "Paprika", "message": "Paprika's ears had perked up at the sound of a loud noise from outside, which had caused quite a stir in the establishment. Despite her best efforts to remain composed, her twitching pink nose betrayed her anxiety. Her first instinct was to quell the panic beginning to stir in the inn and steady the shaken pints of ale. \n\n\"It's okay everyone, I'll check to see what all the commotion is. I bet it was just ol' Charlie causing a scene. You all know how terrible he is at holding his drink.\" \n\nThe floorboards creaked under her paws as she made long strides towards the door. Cautiously she opened it and peered outside. \n\n\"Oh my God! Are you okay?!\"\n\nShe rushed to the stranger's side kneeling down and lightly patting the black fur on his cheek. \"I'm not a nurse, and I have never seen anyone fall from the sky before- I- oh God-\" She continues talking to herself unsure of really what to do, the fur on the back of her neck bristling due to her unease." }, { "author": "5c0tty", "message": "Seamus gave a pained sound, but slowly rolled himself over onto his back. Blinking several times to try clearing his vision, the badger looked up into Paprika's face and gave a hoarse huff of air that might have been a laugh. \"Just... A moment... I've been through worse.\" \n\nBut the expected healing did not happen. Instead of a surge of mana flooding his muscles and tissues, Seamus felt a tiny, anemic trickle that stitched him back together like a tiny child playing with their father's sewing kit. He squinted for a moment, then reached up to the amulet around his neck, clutching it tightly. Something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what. \"My... My name is Seamus Ironjaw. I will... I will be fine.\"\n\nHe wasn't lying, not precisely. He did feel like the underworld warmed over, and his body felt positively fragile compared to the mountainous physique he had grown used to carting around. All that time... Even as he tried to grasp what it had felt like, his memory of being a powerful warrior faded, ebbed, and winked out. All that he'd been left with was his name, his task, and the reward for a successful completion. \"... My goddess has given me another chance at life, though she did not say where. Where am I?\"" }, { "author": "Paprika", "message": "\"Been through worse? What's worse than falling out of the sky and falling face-first on the stone road? Ya know what you don't have to tell me, I'm not the type to judge where people come from or what they've been through.\" \n\nShe pats the loose grit and dust off her simple apron and puts her arm under his to steady him to his feet. \"Um well hello Seamus, you have landed right in front of brinewater inn. I assume you came from some other part of Eluaria- just used some unorthodox means of travel.\" She leads him toward the entrance of the inn, pushing the door open. \n\n\"I don't know much about gods or goddesses but I do know that you look like you could use a good meal and some ale to warm you up.\" She smiles a crooked tooth grin and flicks her tail in the direction of the kitchen before yelling in that direction. \n\n\"Peter, I need an egg platter smothered, covered, diced, and capped with a stout on the side. Yes- you can put it on my tab, payday is today after all I'll be fine!\" She tilts her head in Seamus' direction, \"How long will you be staying here? It seems like you got lots of important things to do- with that goddess and all. Oh! Have you been sick recently when I touched you earlier you felt very warm- though I don't know all the details about um air travel.\" Her eyes are gleaming with excitement, and she is getting almost uncomfortably close as she rapid fire asks her questions. \n\n\"Sorry, sorry,- you don't have to answer it's just nothing this crazy happens around here. Well as least not to me.\"" }, { "author": "5c0tty", "message": "The badger allowed himself to be hoisted, a feeling of lethargy sweeping his body from tendons to marrow, even as the helpful ratkin guided him to a hot meal at a comfortable seat. He could feel his body normalizing, the shock of his landing dwarfed by the sudden realization that he knew nothing of how he had done that, only that his power to do so again was far down a new road of progress.\n\nThe scent of hot food made his nose twitch, readily accepting the helpful girl's company. Good food was good food, after all! Her comments about goddesses and his strange travel made Seamus rub slowly at his forehead as he tried to collect his thoughts. \"I apologize. I do not know how I survived that landing. All I know about it is that my goddess sent me here to keep me safe, while I live a new life. What is your name? If I'm going to eat on your tab, the least I can do is learn the name of a cute ratkin.\" \n\nSome parts of his stomach felt like it was still being knitted together, but he could at least appreciate how gentle Paprika's touch was as he got comfortable in a seat at one of the tables." }, { "author": "Paprika", "message": "As Paprika reached for her name badge, she noticed it wasn't there. The realization seemed to make her flustered, and she quickly patted the spot where it usually hung. \"I'm so sorry,\" She said, sounding apologetic. \"I should have introduced myself earlier. My name is Paprika, and it's a pleasure to meet you.\" Despite her initial embarrassment, she managed to inject some humor into the situation, \"Heh, it's not every day I receive compliments, especially not from handsome badgers who fall from the sky, thank you.\" \n\nHowever, as she looked around the inn, she noticed other customers staring at her and she noticed how oddly quiet it was in the normally loud and boisterous inn. This made her a bit uneasy, and she shot them a brief glare before looking away. It's possible that the sudden attention made her feel self-conscious, but she did her best to maintain her composure. \n\n\"I think it's a great place, I make sure to keep things running smoothly around here. Lots of folks are the hardworking type and nonjudgmental if you need work they'll be sure to find you some. I'll let you stay the night in one of the rooms, one night on me.\" She leans down and ruffles his scruffy hair." }, { "author": "5c0tty", "message": "Seamus tilted his head to one side, then to the other. Some part of him wanted to just roll with this, but without the majority of his memories, it was hard to stay grounded. Thankfully, Paprika was very sweet to him, and he accepted the ruffling of his hair with a little nuzzle into her hand. If the people here were as welcoming and honest as she claimed, he saw no reason why he should have trouble finding work, or a place to stay. \n\n\"Thank you, Paprika. Now, you should probably get to your other guests. I think they're starting to get jealous.\" Chuckling to himself, the badger leaned over his table and tried to think. There wasn't much left of his mind, not of who he had been. So, why not? He'd just have to remake himself, start over from scratch. With no attachments and no obligations, he may as well embrace his life in this strange new place. He waited patiently for his dinner, his eyes occasionally flicking up to do a sweep of the room. He wasn't sure what instinct made him do it, only that it was wired deep into his mind." } ]	251	1,809
133	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Of all the picturesque landscapes of the elvish lands, the verdant expanse of Corol Ambo is less known. Tucked away from the few grand cities, it's beauty is rarely seen by outsiders. Nomadic beasts and tribes roam the landscapes far more commonly than elves, the rare caretaker surveying their charge from the safety of watchtowers. \n\nFrom one of these tribes, albeit a static one, a harpy wanders the hills. Kynia had been following the path set out by the traders that visited her home once in a while - a trail of vague landmarks, some changing with the seasons. \n\nWalking was always easier to notice these markers, but she yearned to fly without tiring, if only to make the journey faster. Her light coat whipped in the wind, her wing feathers bristling as she unfurled them.\n\"No towns for a while...\"\nShe cooed to herself quietly, wistful eyes skyward." }, { "author": "Eleanor \"El\" Kirkvale", "message": "Shouldering several canvas satchels, a cloaked figure walked along a path that crossed with the one Kynia traveled. From afar, they could very well be seen by the keen eyes of a harpy, easily discernable as one of the humanoid races judging by height and gait. They were apace to intersect with one another if the two continued, but the traveler seemed not to notice. Their head was down, hood drawn forth, and gaze seemingly fixed upon the ground in thought." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Assuming this person was one of the few caretakers of these hills, Kynia chirped loudly and trotted towards Eleanor, raising a wing in greeting. She found it odd that they were cloaked - the elves of these glades wore simple clothes - but ignored the worry for now." }, { "author": "Eleanor \"El\" Kirkvale", "message": "The head of the figure lifted at the chirp and their stride slowed, coming to a pause entirely to see the individual who approached them. Standing still, they could be identified further as female, judging by the narrowness of the shoulders and how the cloak draped over what could be assumed was their bosom. One leather-gloved hand appeared from beneath the cloak and reached up to slightly pull back the hood, revealing a face that could have been carved from marble, so simultaneously hard and soft were its features. A mouth like rose petals formed a soft frown, and eyes as blue as the sky on a clear summer day pierced the harpy's gaze. This was no elf caretaker.\n\n\"...I had not expected to meet anyone on this path,\" The woman said plainly, glancing the little creature up and down. She stood easily a foot taller than the harpy, with wavy brown hair that fell forth from the hemline of her hood. \"Are you lost?\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "The harpy's bright yet muted expression faded at the revelation, her head cocking slightly as birds wont to do. A small, curious trill left her lips, shifting her weight from left to right foot.\n\"I am not yet lost, no. Who are you? You are not elven.\"\nHer voice was small and sharp, the lack of emotion in her words belied her shifting expressions - from curiosity to suspicion and back again." }, { "author": "Eleanor \"El\" Kirkvale", "message": "The ranger was not familiar with the species that Kynia represented, and she curiously observed the birdlike woman's mannerisms and physique as the other spoke. The almost accusatory words turned the cloaked woman's mouth into a faint smirk, and her head tilted in the same direction as the harpy's as if to mirror her.\n\n\"Rather rude to be asking such questions of someone without offering your own name first.\" This was a game that she had grown accustomed to playing with the fae, if ever she ran into one of their kind. Expectantly she awaited a response, adjusting the weight of the satchels she carried over her shoulder." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"True enough. I am Kynia Cael, of the Faeplume. Who are you?\"\n\nKynia picked up on this eventually, narrowing her eyes at the stranger as her head cocked the other direction, slowly shrouding herself with her wings - the frosty brown feathers interspersed with glittering silvers and gold. If Eleanor knew anything about harpies, this would be a clear indication of her status as chieftain - to which Kynia herself was oblivious of, they're just pretty feathers." }, { "author": "Eleanor \"El\" Kirkvale", "message": "The fact that the harpy offered a full name indicated that she was not, in fact, one of those tricksy little fairies, and Eleanor's shoulders relaxed slightly along with her stance. One hip eased to the side, her leg supporting the weight of her cargo and her posture both.\n\n\"Greetings then, Kynia Cael of the Faeplume,\" She said with a bow of her head.* \"I am Eleanor Kirkvale. Most simply call me El,\" Came the returned introduction. Scanning over those feathers, an idea ran through the fletcher's mind, but she thought better of suggesting it just after meeting the little creature. \"First I've ever met one of your kind. Pretty wings, those.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Returning the bow with her entire - very small - body, Kynia chirped in recognition. Her wings bristled noticeably as she raised them to her sides, revealing the silver lance concealed under her right flank.\n\n\"I think so too. Our kind do not leave Corol Ambo, it is ours to tend. Other harpies are different, some dangerous.\"\n\nThere was a pause, an exceedingly grave look gripping her face momentarily, quickly dissipating as she raised her gaze to meet Eleanor's once more.\n\"Who is your kind, Eleanor? Your face is like mine, but you are not an elf. Elves have magic, too much magic." }, { "author": "Eleanor \"El\" Kirkvale", "message": "The ranger made note of the emotive expressions that passed over Kynia's face, but said nothing in regards to them—yet. Obviously there was more meaning behind what the little bird-woman had indicated, but this was neither the time nor place for it. Adjusting her cargo once more, the hooded woman glanced sidelong at the road behind her for safety measures, then back at Kynia.\n\n\"I am my own kind. I do not share kinship with another,\" She explained further. \"You can simply consider me an El, nothing more, and nothing less. Now, a query for a query,\" She continued, narrowing her eyes curiously at the harpy. \"If your kind do not leave Corol Ambo... Then what are you doing traipsing down its roadways as if on a mission? Especially alone, armed as you are.\" The woman nodded toward the lance, built for a harpy to wield yet fairly small for one her own size." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "The answer confused Kynia greatly, and wished to press the subject further, but the question following distracted her. A moment of confliction flashed across her visage, her arms drawing inwards as small talons fingered her necklace idly.\n\"...I am on a mission, yes. Why are you here, Eleanor? Few enter Corol Ambo without a purpose.\"" }, { "author": "Eleanor \"El\" Kirkvale", "message": "The cloaked woman took a step down the path, languidly following with another as she meant to continue her pace with leisure. Taking her eyes off the harpy, she scanned their surroundings again, checking the weather and the position of the sun.\n\n\"I mean to sell my haul. The fair folk look kindly upon those who offer them trinkets, and the animal parts I bring make for useful charms and wards besides,\" She explained, shouldering her canvas satchels once more to draw attention to the bags. They looked handmade, and clinked slightly with the sounds of something hard, yet delicate bumping together inside. \"The nearest village will serve as my first stopping point. If I cannot trade all of my wares there, I will continue on to the next.\" The woman paused, and looked back at Kynia. \"...You can come along, if you like.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"If I can, yes please!\"\nHer expression quickly brightened, almost hopping on the spot at the offer. She quickly caught herself, it seemed, pursing her lips as an internal chastising ensued. A small clearing of her throat followed, her countenance once again reserved.\n\"...I must petition the civilised peoples, a village would suffice for now.\"" }, { "author": "Eleanor \"El\" Kirkvale", "message": "The reaction of the harpy drew a soft chuckle in the throat of the traveler, who nodded in the direction of the path to beckon her diminutive companion to catch up as she started to walk at a more brisk clip. \"What good a village will do for one such as you, I cannot say,\" The brunette said quietly, wondering to herself if the townspeople would rather pluck the harpy and string her up like a duck than listen to whatever 'petition' it was she meant to pose. \"The term 'civilized' is a bit broad in application.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Hm... I suppose directions will have to do. I have only heard stories of the civilised races from elvish visitors. They speak poorly of all but their own.\"\nThe harpy explained, tempering her expectations - to little success, as she'd never seen a village outside her own. She took to the air for a few moments, gliding a metre or so ahead of Eleanor to give herself some time to pace herself. Examining her new acquaintance, Kynia found herself perplexed. There was a beauty to this woman that was different to the ethereal frames of the elves. Something grounding... She couldn't place it, though, and shook the thought away.\n\"What is it you sell? We traded in furs and meat, for silks and paints and others.\"" }, { "author": "Eleanor \"El\" Kirkvale", "message": "The brunette looked up at the harpy as the little one took flight, momentarily amazed but remembering herself almost immediately and lowering her gaze to the earth again. The girl had wings; why would she be surprised that she could use them? Perhaps it was a twinge of envy that darkened her brow. How nice it must be to take to the sky whenever one felt the urge.\n\n\"Much the same, along with the bones, and other such parts. I have no use for silk or paint... But linens, metals, spices, and other such niceties serve me well enough.\" Her attention turned again to the harpy, whom she caught up to rather easily with her long strides. \"As a hunter, it is how I make my living.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"A hunter without a people... I've seen none of this sort. For whom do you toil?\"\nHer curiosity was only bolstered by these responses, Kynia having spent nary a day truly alone. She watched her intently, trotting backwards as she spoke - cocking her head once more at her furrowed brow." }, { "author": "Eleanor \"El\" Kirkvale", "message": "Eleanor was accustomed to people shying away from her, seeing the near-permanent scowl on her face as a warning sign to stay away. But this little creature... She fired off question after question, with all the curiosity in the world. Perhaps she caught El on the right day, but the hunter was endeared to the sheer naivety of the little woman, nevermind how little she herself knew of the outside world. A slight smirk curled her lip, and she lowered her head.\n\n\"Myself, of course. If I travel alone, there is none to sustain me aside from me. So, I must make my own way,\" She explained, looking at the odd footprints that the harpy left behind. Those were markings she would need to become familiar with, El thought..." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"...I shall need to learn this. My needs have always been met by my kin, this will be the first time I journey.\"\nHer excitement gradually faded as she settled into a comfortable stride, letting our small chirps and twitters as her attention was caught by all manner of mundane things.\n\n\"Maybe we would avoid this Calamity if we were to toil for ourselves. Our ancestors speak little of details.\"\nMost likely from her growing sense of security, Kynia soon let spill some of the details of her journey - a small, quiet coo following suit." }, { "author": "Eleanor \"El\" Kirkvale", "message": "Eleanor's head tilted at the mention of a Calamity. There was a topic that she felt the need to broach, at least in small measure. The other intricacies of Kynia's culture would reveal themselves over time.\n\n\"I was unaware of a pending Calamity. How soon should we expect the sky to fall upon us?\" She asked, perhaps with a little levity in the dry delivery of her question. It wouldn't be the first time she had heard doomsayers foretell the coming of the end times, but usually it was a result of some fanatical religion or crazed hermitage. Perhaps the bird had a more interesting explanation." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"I know not if the sky should fall. This Calamity only concerns the beastfolk, not the civilised ones. You will be safe, Eleanor.\"\nRarely encountering sarcasm would become a recurring problem for the harpy, Kynia taking this question seriously. She beamed softly, content with the fact that the larger folk would not be in peril if she were to fail... Though failure was a disturbing thought.\n\"I must speak to the other chieftains, some are better trained in attunement with our ancestors. Do you speak to your ancestors, Eleanor?\"\nAgain her expression turned curious, picking up readily on her 'query for a query' suggestion." }, { "author": "Eleanor \"El\" Kirkvale", "message": "The harpy's speech patterns drew El's curiosity, pondering about them for a brief interlude between her chirping responses. The taller woman looked down at the feathered one, blue eyes slowly blinking as a moment of silence answered the question she asked. Ancestors...? Now there was a concept that hadn't crossed the hunter's mind in quite some time.\n\n\"...Why would I speak to those who cannot speak back? It would be a waste of breath,\" She said after taking a half-minute to think of her response, lifting her gaze to peer at the path ahead of them. \"There is nothing they could do for me. They're all dead.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Again the harpy cocked her head in confusion, realising she had never asked about how the larger folks interacted with the spirits of the dead. Her wings bristled as she thought on this, keeping pace more casually now.\n\"If you have no peoples, then who speaks to those who have passed for wisdom? I've known no tribe that hasn't a person attuned to the spirit realm...\"" }, { "author": "Eleanor \"El\" Kirkvale", "message": "El sighed softly, realizing that she had not gotten her point across as succinctly as she had hoped.\n\n\"It is as I said. I travel alone. There is no one but me whom I am concerned about. I don't bother looking to the past, or the future. Only the here and now matters to me.\"\n\nHer gaze turned again to the little harpy, hopeful that she made sense to the birdbrain. \n\n\"Anything any ancestors of mine would have to say is of no interest or value to me.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"...I see. Are most civilised people like you?\"\nHer final question for a little while was asked with a sharper tone, sensing a graveness in Eleanor's voice that she recognised from the stories of the greater world; told by jaded elders and bitter veterans. Her bright expression faded, an apprehension replacing it as the spirit of these stories slowly proved true." }, { "author": "Eleanor \"El\" Kirkvale", "message": "That tone was picked up by equally sharp ears, and Eleanor turned her cold blue eyes with her head to gaze down at Kynia another moment. It was true... The ranger was jaded, and bitter. Nearly fifty years she had spent on this godforsaken world, and she had seen no greater event than the sunrise to bolster her spirits. This \"Civilization\" That Kynia seemed so hopeful about would surely disappoint the feathered woman, and Eleanor decided that she would let Them* Do the proving, rather than try to convince her to turn around and go back home.\n\n\"...No,\" She answered simply, looking back up at the path ahead of them.* \"Most of them are more like you. Always asking questions.\" A faint curl turned up one corner of her mouth, and she reached out to lightly place her palm atop the harpy's head to give her hair a ruffle. Just as soon as it happened, her hand slipped away again. \n\n\"We should reach the first village by nightfall if we keep our pace. If you still mean to petition their aid,\" She informed her companion." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "A small, involuntarily chirping was returned, and very little else. Kynia screwed her eyes shut at the tousling of her hair, unsure of what to make of her reply. It should have given her hope, that those she would meet would share her disposition - mayhaps share her concern. But something in Eleanor's disposition warned her otherwise... Pensive, the harpy nodded, keeping up with her new companion, albeit at a closer gait than before.\n\n\"I shall. It is all I can do, for now.\"\nHer voice was sullen; how complicated this would be... If her brother was here, he would know what to do - which explains why she was sent alone. Muddling through this was her first test, whether she was ready for the challenge or not." } ]	135	3,591
109.826087	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "From beneath the low canopy, Kynia could see very little of the sky. The treetops swayed gently in the ever-present breeze that rolled through Corol Ambo, the harpy raising her wings to feel it whip through her feathers. Despite the calm, she kept alert for those who hunted her kind, her needle-thin lance glinting between her wingspan.\n\n\"Another failed petition for help... Mayhaps the next will do.\"\nShe cooed to herself, disheartened by her first few attempts to gain assistance from the elven settlements dotted around the region. All seemed to reject her out of principal, something about a 'caretaker's tenets'..." }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "Nyxia was making her way to one of the local towns, her large body moving slowly but smoothly as she saw no reason to hurry. But upon hearing talking from nearby she looks over in the direction of it and allowed her serpentine eyes to shifts, seeing a small heat signature on the road. This should be fun. She slithers over surprisingly quietly for a woman her size and climbs one of the trees and peering down to see what was talking. A harpy? Hard to catch and their claws could be a problem but delicious none the less. But her words, what does she mean another? Curious. She then decided to speak out from the trees to satisfy her curiosity whilst leaving herself hidden. \"What are you doing little harpy? And why do you sound so sad when you talk about it?\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Kynia froze at the voice, her grip tightening around her concealed lance. It seemed her worst fear had been realised today... She slowly turned, her feather's bristling under her cloak as she prepared for what was to come. Her head craned up, keen eyes picking out the serpentine form between the branches easily.\n\"A Lamia... What are you out here for? I am travelling, for the good of my flock.\"\nShe chirped lowly, keeping her movements to a minimum despite her internal urge to run." }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "Her eyes narrow in dissapointment as she had been spotted and lowered herself down, towering over the little harpy and resting a little too close for comfort she looked her body up and down as she spoke \"I am on my way to a nearby village as they have had trouble with some kind of disaster, i was reccomended as aid\" She then leans in tasting the air with her tongue \"But why don't you tell me more about your task?\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Every muscle in Kynia's body was tensed in this moment, poised for a quick leap and flight if necessary... But for now she kept cordial, meeting the lamia's gaze with a practiced confidence.\n\"Recommended... You are not of a tribe, then? The name 'Icefang' means nothing to you? My task is to tour the civilised places, petition for assistance.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "\"And it will never mean anything to me unless you tell me, after all i am on my way to help one of the villages right now. So with that in mind it might be quite lucky for you that i am here\" She says almost singing the words she spoke as her tongue continued to taste the air, though her self restraint was growing with each passing day... Luckily" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "She paused, wincing slightly at the subtle flicks of Nyxia's tongue. Her interactions with Lamia previously had never gone smoothly - though that was often between opposing hunting parties.\n\"What else would you need to know? I search for assistance... You mention a village... I will go looking there also. What help would a village need from a Lamia in Corol Ambo...\"" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "\"Flooding, a lot of their houses have been damaged and destroyed, so they want me to go there and help clear the rubble whilst providing other aid. My venom can also numb the body and take away pain, not that they know that but it will likely help with healing\" She gently raises the tip of her tail meeting her wings and raising them slightly to have a look \"I'm sure they would like you there as well\" She says before returning her tail to where it was and giving Kynia a disarming smile \"Well, i think i can find something else to eat, would you like to come with me?\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "While there was a small flinch at the notion of injecting venom into wounded elves to numb pain, Kynia found the Lamia's intentions to be pure - at least for now. The harpy would draw her arms inward as Nyxia touched her, the wings furling and wrapping around her torso. Her expression didn't soften, but her hostility was fading slowly.\n\"...Alright. If I offer assistance, they may be willing to help me. Lead the way, I was a little lost anyway.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "She smiles and raises the tip of her tail to boop the little harpy on the nose before closing her eyes and giggling softly before she turned and began to slither onwards down the path though she was surprised at the trust of the harpy, quicker than her other acquaintances \"What sort of help are you looking for?\" She asks making conversation and trying her best not to measure the harpy against her stomach. Most people tend to be nervous when she did that and perhaps it would be a good habit to think about changing" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Screwing her nose up at the contact, Kynia was only a little perturbed. She waved a wing dismissively, though her grave expression betrayed the deep worry she held.\n\"In my dreams, the visions I am granted... I have seen calamity. Our ancestors speak of great danger upon the horizon, and our peoples must convene at least once if we are to avoid it. The help of the civilised folk was demanded, and so I shall deliver.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "\"It sounds like you have a lot to do then\" She says offhandedly as they travel \"And what danger is this? How can the others help you?\" She asks curious as to the story and wanting to know more" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"The spirits spoke of 'the coming storm'... But nothing beyond that. I have partook in communions since, but those ominous spirits do not reveal themselves...\"\nThe little harpy cooed, her gaze cast downward as she brooded. So far, she had been unsuccessful with the settlements in Corol Ambo - most elven caretakers sending her off with best wishes and little more. The path wound through the thick canopy, slowly thinning out as sunlight filtered through more and more. Kynia felt a relief as the sky revealed itself once more, the pair coming across a large clearing within the forest." }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "The large predator woman continued to slither down the path through the clearing looking around at the scenery as they continued going \"It shouldn't be long before we reach the end of the forest, and then it's not much further after that\" She said before her eyes trailed back to the harpy. Her hunger still not fully surpressed \"Why did you stay instead of flying away?\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"I am ambassador for my peoples. If I am to find this help, I will have to extend a hand to those who might have once bitten it off. Well, hand...\"\nShe returned simply, hesitating a moment and raising an unfurled wing. In the centre of the clearing, Kynia would look upwards, almost basking in the midday sun.\n\"Your sort are predators, and would hunt the elves if possible. Does your tribe think differently? Or are you the only one giving charity?\"" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "\"As far as i know we prefer to be alone or have seperate caves, there is no reason to come together often apart from knowledge, but we have little need of it, i know the place my friend lives but there aren't many of us that i know of, but we are predators so if we gathered together we would have to share meals, and i don't like that. Not to mention sharing mates... I like my mates to myself, although i often confuse mates for meals, might be why i'm not a mother yet. My friend has a similar problem, she hasn't learned to restrain herself like i have... Although that's only because of that silly human promising me a bountiful feast that the cities could provide... Which i still haven't tasted, i still think i should have just eaten her\" She says unabashed at her words a little empty headed at what she was saying, likely from her level of strength leading her to not think about what she should keep to herself" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "The little harpy listened intently, her expression turning all sorts of disturbed by the suggestions of cannibalism and the like.\n\"Hm... I suppose I'd only heard stories of Lamia from our hunters. They liked to exaggerate... Was this human the same person asking for this assistance? Corol Ambo has mainly grey elves, so it would be odd.\"\nShe chittered a question, picking up on her story with a tilt of her head. The forest returned overhead, though far thinner in foliage than what they had passed." }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "\"No no, she got me signed up with the mercenary place, they suggested i go to this town and give the people help. And yes your hunters do exaggerate quite often, but their taste makes up for it\" She says cheerfully seemingly not know the gravity of her words \"I haven't heard of grey elves, what are they like?\" She says as her mind caught up with the little harpies words and the thought of food was staved as a result" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Watch who you eat, Lamia. The civilised folk bring more than vengeance and steel when they lose one of their own.\"\nFar less a threat and more of a warning, Kynia cautioned Nyxia against such flights of appetite. She had slowly pieced together her lack of etiquette when it came to what was appropriate to say, and was tolerant of such mistakes - she had once made them as well, after all.\n\"The grey elves are between drow and high elves in their nature. Keeping to themselves, but never turning away a visitor. They make good caretakers for these hills. Humans only come through as visitors...\"" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "\"Oh yes, the soldiers that came to my home we're quite resistant, and had a lot of steel things... Though i knew to take them off before i ate them.\" She says continuing along \"Wait, caretakers of the hills? The hills need looking after?\" She asks confused as she had never heard of the like" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Mm- I'm surprised they haven't hunted you more fervently, if so. As for caretakers... They maintain the forests and the hills. You have seen their patrols, no? They come to trade at times. I am told there is a place where the wilds are tamed by their caretakers, but here they are not. They simply live.\"\nThe little harpy had began to squint at the distance, unsure of how much further they had to go. In the end, she was following the Lamia and expecting her to take the lead once they arrived - it was her presence they requested after all.\n\"I have not told you my name, have I? I am Kynia, of the Faeplume.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "\"Nyxia is what i'm called\" She says in response as they finally began to see their destination on the horizon \"There it is. Not long now\" She says pointing out towards it, but at the same time it had begun to grow dark, the sun beggining it's game of hide and seek behind the hills \"But we should rest for tonight, safer that way\" She says looking for a place to rest" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Nyxia. I will remember that, you are a friendly Lamia - there are few of you. As for shelter... You can climb trees, correct? The canopy is high, and the trees are large. There will be a few good branches to roost.\"\nKynia suggested as they finished introductions, the harpy having half a mind to offer to shake her hand, but feared that she should snap at her in confusion. She approached one of the larger trees, scratching at the bark tentatively." } ]	105	2,526
428.5	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "manducare", "message": "The mouth of the cave stood black and ominous against the rocky mountainside. Da Huine, a gate to the underworld to some, a treacherous cave filled with dangers and creatures galore to others. All knew one thing, though it was a place in which no one would willingly go, any many who went in never came out. From within, the scraping of rocks sounded, loud crashes of falling stones, and the metallic strike against stone. Slowly but surely a pale shape would become visible from within, the skin white like milk and moonstone contrasting against the pitch darkness of the darkened cave.\n\nAn arm shot up, above the lip of the cave, in its hand a crimson ice-pick striking into the stone just above. With a groan of effort and pain the figure began pulling itself over the edge and onto the ledge. Strong, muscled arms hauled the figure up and out of the black maw of the cave. Their figure was striking. Silvery-white hair, and pale skin that was both flawless and littered with countless scars and burns. Against his stark white skin, splashes of dark crimson contrasted the light colour. As he collapsed forwards, the wounds on his back were revealed. Jagged claw marks and vicious bites, as well as jagged wounds on his arms and front that seemed to have been caused by the jagged rocks of the caves as he'd climbed to his salvation.\n\nThe sun was blinding to him. Years in absolute blackness were swallowed up by the brightness of the surface, even with the heavy clouds overhead.\n\n\"Finally... Finally free...\"\n\nA desperate laugh escaped him before he collapsed forwards onto the burned grass, which felt like the most extravagent sheets of velvet compared to the rocks he'd been sleeping on for the last decade" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Long had she dreamed of seeing the rolling hills of Corol Ambo since she read of them as a child. On top of a rather large hill stood a single woman who was captivated by the scenery before her. Verdant and grassy hills contrasted beautifully against the early morning sky that illuminated parts of the mountains ahead with a light red haze. It was everything she had dreamed of and more, making her heart pound against her chest. Or was that from the climb up? Either way, her eyes sparkled with wonder at the scenery before her. Before long, though, she would need to get moving again. The woman, Acantha, reasoned that making her way to the mountains would be a decent idea. As she stepped down the hill, gravity and momentum carried her far quicker to its base, making the woman stretch her hands out and laugh in delight at the feeling. \n\nThe journey across the hills was no easy one, but months of traveling on foot provided her with enough stamina to at least keep going. By mid-afternoon she arrived at the base of the mountains, which towered over the small woman, who felt like a speck of dust compared to their majesty. As she made her way further alongside the base of the mountains, the environment began to grow colder and much more eerie. She hugged her cardigan a little closer and still continued, though with some caution. Just ahead, she heard strange sounds and against some likely better judgement, she sought to investigate its source. The openings of a cave began to peek into view, capturing her interest at first until her eyes landed on a collapsed figure near its entrance. She gasped and rushed over, kneeling beside the man on the grass. Covering his back and arms were numerous gashes from claws, scratches, and bites that stained his clothes with blood both old and fresh. She checked first that he was breathing and upon confirmation, she shimmied her bag off of her back and frantically started to pull things out. \n\n\"I'll help you, don't worry!\"\n\nThe first thing she\n\nTook out was a curious satchel, faintly labeled \"Cuts and gashes\", that she then spread out across the ground beside her. A hand hovered over the area of seeds and within a moment, it began to glow with a chartreuse yellow color. Tiny orbs of light drifted from the glow and onto the ground below, where the seeds began to shake ever so slightly. In a minute, sprouts and true leaves emerged from their pods and grew rather quickly. An assortment of herbs bloomed forth, but her attention was focused on pulling out an assortment of items from her bag. When she turned her attention back to the plants and noted they were at an adequate stage of growth, she ceased the magic. She had little time to harvest them delicately, so she ripped out a handful of each type, ripped them apart, and tossed them into a mortar and pestle. She added a bit of oil and mixed, crushing the herbs until the mixture had turned an earthy green. Next, she added a scoop of beeswax, mixed, then another until she felt she had a decent amount for the numerous wounds he had. She set the salve to the side, grabbed a cloth and some alcohol, and gently tried to warn the man. \n\n\"I need to clean you up a little bit. I'm sorry, but this may sting a bit. Please bear with it, okay?\"\n\nWith that, she began the process of cleaning up his wounds with the alcohol dampened cloth. For any others that were actively bleeding, she made sure to use another cloth to apply pressure, then clean the blood away." }, { "author": "manducare", "message": "His eyes were clenched shut against the brightness of the day, but he could hear footsteps approaching. The words took him a while to comprehend, it'd been years since he'd so much as interacted with another person, and he was still on edge. He was still heavily weakened however, he was alert enough to hear the crunch of grass underfoot and comprehend the words. He didn't have anything worth stealing on him, so he assumed the person approaching had altruistic values. How naive... He winced as he tried to move to his arms, but collapsed back down as the magic was being poured into the plants. He shivered momentarily, but as the hand reached forwards to begin applying the poultice he seemed to become far less lucid.\n\nIn one motion he'd turned to face the woman, grabbed the wrist with the cloth roughly and glared at her with burning amber eyes, behind which stood an animalistic instinct, burning fury, and a healthy helping of fear. It seemed his reaction to people getting close to him was immediate self-defence. Though quickly his eyes softened as he collapsed again. He could smell the herbs, and he slowly realised her intention as his head sank into the grass and he prepared himself for the burning poultice. He was allowing her to get close now, seemingly accepting of the help.\n\nThe man seemed almost like a traumatised animal, though he was lucid enough to understand she meant him no harm. Words left his lips, muffled slightly by the grass.\n\n*\"Th.. Thankyou...\"* \n\nHis breath was ragged, and his condition wasn't critical, but he was severely wounded. His reactions spoke of an unimaginable ordeal, and he was clearly still suffering.\n\n*\"You... Scared me.\"* He coughed, blood dropping from the corners of him mouth as he shook again in pain. He didn't seem to mind the stinging of the poltice, but his wounds were definitely giving him grief." }, { "author": "noura", "message": "His sudden grab of her wrist shocked her, making her pull it back in reaction. Soft and worried eyes met his defensive glare as she tried to ease his worries with a gentle tone and smile, much like a mother's. \n\n\"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Let's get you healed up, okay?\"\n\nShe resumed cleaning him up after he let go of her. At a certain point, she grew mildly annoyed at her hair getting in the way and tied it up in a ponytail. Once the cloth she was using was stained thoroughly with his blood, she switched to a new one and applied a fresh amount of alcohol to it. As she continued to gently clean his back, she found herself wondering about the cave. What lingered down there that posed such a threat like this? How long had he been down there to gain such a wide array of injuries? \n\nWhen she'd sufficiently cleaned the blood and wounds, she moved to applying the herbal salve she had mixed earlier. A delicate finger smeared it around each wound, then covered each with an individual cloth bandage that stuck to the salve. \n\n\"Are you able to sit up? I can wrap these around your chest to hold everything in place.\"\n\nAcantha placed a tender hand on his shoulder while her other hand reached out to offer him assistance if he needed it. She noted the blood he had coughed out. If he had internal injuries... There wasn't much a salve could do. They would need to find a doctor of some sorts nearby, if that was the case." }, { "author": "manducare", "message": "His expressions had softened slightly, and he seemed less distressed now, though hissed through his teeth as the wounds were being smeared with the herbal mixture. Her caring attitude puzzled him, after all he'd barely said anything to her, and had even been threatening, but her first reaction was to heal him.\n\nHe relaxed and pulled himself up with his arms, sitting up so that she could wrap the wounds properly. He watched her as she treated him, his eyes squinting against the dull light of day that felt like a blinding glare to him. He could make out her features, just barely. \n\n\"Your name.. What is it?\" His voice was calmer, and now that his breath was less ragged, it carried confidence. He wasn't exactly greatful, more... Touched. He hadn't experienced tenderness in a decade, and maybe even long before he had been cast into that abyss. He smiled at her for a moment, his lips curling up as he watched her tie off his bandages\n\n\"I am Salvador... Though i have not had use for the name in many years... Not much for conversation down there\" He glared at the cave momentarily, his eyes now fixed on the exit. It was almost as if he kept his eye on the edge he'd never fall again, but he slowly dragged his eyes away with a sigh. \n\nHe looked down to the wounds on his arms as she bandaged them, which were still bleeding. As the man focused on the wounds, the flesh seemed to ripple slightly as the ends of the capillaries and veins that had been slashed tied themselves off. He was controlling the tiny veins within him in order to stop the bleeding and speed the healing process. Slowly, the smallest of wounds began to close at a rapid pace, though it would take far longer to heal the more greivous wounds. \n\n\"I won't forget your kindness... Though i cannot promise you any reward\"" }, { "author": "noura", "message": "Once he had sat up, she got right to work on bandaging him. She needed to get rather close to him to wrap the roll of bandaging around his chest, exchanging it from one hand to the other and then smoothing down bandage with her palm at each pass. Once she'd finished with his chest, she'd get to work on his arms using the same process.\n\n\"My name is Acantha,\" She replied, returning his smile with her own pleasant one. What features he could make out would mostly consists of fair skin, sage green hair pulled back into a ponytail (except for her bangs, which laid just above her brow), and eyes that reflected like emeralds. \n\n\"It's nice to meet you, Salvador. I don't need or want a reward for helping out someone who is hurt. But you came from that cave? Why were you down there for years?\" \n\nShe failed to notice the ripple of his skin mending the tiny wounds as she finished bandaging him. She'd used up every single bandage she had, but it was well worth it. If he opened one of the larger wounds and bled through, though, they might be in trouble. Getting him to the elves of Corol Ambo would be their best bet, but was he in any condition to walk, nonetheless the vast hills. It was certainly a predicament she'd found herself in, but nothing she wouldn't try to figure out. \n\nAs he'd respond, she'd shuffle backwards on her knees until she was near her bag once more and started to clean the area up and put items away." } ]	384.5	2,571
329.055556	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "Truly there was often no better place to relax under the warmth of the sun than the hills of the Corol Ambo, and that was just what Svilena had been doing prior to her current swimming in a nearby body of water with a few trees surrounding it. With her gear and other items tucked up into one of the higher trees - habits from her jungle home - the serpent slipped into the cool waters for a bout of hunting.\n\nEven through she had been living within the region of Felfathas for some years now, she hadn't truly gotten use to not having to hunt for your own food often - what with all the taverns and other small food stalls offering up meals. And while she greatly enjoyed the new flavors, her natural instincts still drove her to hunt while out on the roads. Though she was mindful to not attack animals that were kept in pens, she made that first mistake when she came to these lands.\n\nSlinking her way under the waters, she spied some juicy sized fish and once she close the distance - she extended her neck and her jaws snapped down on the fish. She was somewhat able to stand on the floor of the body of water, her chest able to stand above the waterline, she kept the fish in her mouth as she drew back to the shoreline, hanging it up on a branch via a string before she slipped back into the water to fish for some more.\n\nShe'd likely need at least four more fish of that size to fill her up, one of the woes of having to manage a body of her size - but she enjoyed it, it allowed her to have a touch of home. Least in these waters she didn't have to fight against the larger beasts of the jungle for her meal." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "After months of travelling foreign lands, he was finally getting the hang of it. Take secondary roads but avoid small villages, stick close to main roads if you have to but keep out of sight if possible. Wave to strangers but by the Hunter's fangs do Not 'smile' else they think you're about to pounce. Funny how they can bare their teeth but if he does it it's suddenly an act of aggression.\n\nPassing by Miller's Dale again had been nice, although he did not stop this time since people seemed to be more on edge than usual. Some recent problem or something, he did not ask nor care much. He had other priorities in mind. \|\|Gain access to the prestigious academy of magic in Shirishum. Or whatever was its name, irrelevant.\|\| So he travelled further south, staying close to the familiar coast brought him back memories, despite his best efforts to remain focused on the surroundings.\n\nThen the coast turned duller, he walked in unfamiliar lands and the very air seemed to shift and change its scents. The plain turned to hills and the hills turned to mountains in the distance, and he hoped he recalled the map correctly. \|\|We're slowly getting closer to our destination, but we still have to tread carefully in those unfamiliar lands. We're likely not welcome here.\|\| He carried on without wasting time, he still had days and days of travel ahead of him.\n\nAnother dawn and another hunt awaited him if he wanted to get something to eat, 'money' was a precious commodity and better not wasted on what the land could as well provide. Stalking the bushes of the unfamiliar \|\|But thankfully snowless\|\| forest, his nose eventually picked up a scent trail which his brain recognized as foreign to these parts, and an even deeper part of his brain categorized as potentially dangerous. So of course he gripped his crossbow tighter and investigated. \|\|Sigh.\|\|\n\nHunched down and alert, he followed the trail until the noise of water made his round ears twitch, then quietly moving closer he s\n\nPotted something moving to the shore and back. Or someone. Still a rather large figure, he noticed. Suddenly his brain lit up and his red eyes widened slightly in recognition. \|\|A lizardfolk the elders talked about. Jungle dwellers, north of our home. We stay out of their land, they stay out of ours. Unless they also live around here. Further information needed.\|\| He tilted his head for a moment, then shrugged and made himself visible while keeping a distance.\n\nStanding up straight as he abandoned the cover of bushes, the tall figure of the gnoll was clad in simple stitched leathers and a plain brown cape with a hood that covered part of his muzzle. That had been enough to make people second guess his race from a distance at least. He raised a clawed hand and announced himself, his crossbow held casually but on the ready. \"Hello. Nice day for a swim...?\" \|\|Smooth.\|\|" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "Svilena had just popped her head out of the water with a large fish between her jaws, though she swiftly turned her head in the direction of the new voice. She almost thought she was seeing things, but no - there near the banks was a towering Gnoll.\n\nShe hadn't really seen Gnolls themselves often back in the jungles, her tribe was far north - but when she had left home she had seen some from a far off distance. She didn't feel in any sort of danger, thus she wave a short wave - of both in both her claws were two more sized fish - before she started back towards her things and the other hanging fish. She'd motion him over towards that direction.\n\nShe'd get the fish she caught strung up and then spoke, somewhat glad to speak with them face to face. So often she towered over others \"Well this is a most strange encounter indeed, ye are a Gnoll no? I hadn't expected to see any sort of folk from my homeland - let alone the other regions - in these lands. And yes it was a good swim indeed, the fish in these parts are very plump, care to join me for some lunch?\" She'd point out the five hanging fish from the branches. \"Unless you're prefer something more filling, I did smell some boars nearby... Oh there I go rambling.\"\n\nShe'd give a bow of her head \"Svilena Vihur, and what do ye call yourself?\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "His gaze followed the lizardfolk as... She? She casually waved him over. Not a sign of an apparent threat, so he slowly walked in her direction, crossbow held down at his side with his left hand. He almost missed a step when she called him out as a gnoll right away, so much for 'concealment' and 'reasonable doubt'. \|\|Makes sense, perhaps she knows of us as we 'know' of them.\|\| Sniffing once and shaking away his uncertainty, he kept walking until he was just a few paces away, a fitting distance for a first meeting.\n\n\"Khozarr, or Chuckles if you prefer. I don't mind, I didn't choose either.\" He attempted a grin, figuring that unlike humans or other such people, she wouldn't feel threatened. Hopefully. \"I guess it's strange all the same to see one of you lizardfolk here as it is to see me.\" He unloaded the bolt of his crossbow and put it in the small quiver on his right side, then tucked the weapon back behind his back. His clawed hands never went out of reach of his other weapons though. \|\|Caution is the first rule of survival.\|\| \"You Are Lizardfolk, right? Never seen one before, so I'm just making sure.\"\n\nGlancing briefly at the fish she caught, he was reminded that he still hadn't eaten since the day before. Not a big deal, he could go a few days without if food was scarce... When it wasn't scarce though, it was a considerable effort to hold back. \"... I suppose I could stop for a bite, before going for that boar. I prefer food with bones, you know.\" He let out a sudden short chuckle, then his gaze returned to her and finally asked. \"Why are you out Here?\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "\"Aye, these lands don't see folks like us too often... I've been living here for a few years now, left my tribe to have a taste of the world. Wasn't easy at first, but I've managed to win some of the harden Elven folk - they aren't so bad, but I still get those looks, I'm sure ye know that well enough.\"\n\nBoth of his names seemed odd, she didn't know much of Gnoll culture \"Well Khozarr, I'm mostly out here enjoying the nature - was just in a passing town recently. I'm a bit of a bard ye see, I've got my things up in that tree though\" She'd point back at the same tree where those fish were. She'd then turn to prepare a bit of a cooking fire \"Why don't ye go catch ye meal, I'll get a fire going and we can work on filling our stomaches up - a conversation is better with food and company.\"\n\nSvilena would then begin to user her sharpened claws to slice off branches from nearby trees, breaking them down with her bear strength and working them unto a fire they could use for cooking." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Chuckles half raised a hand as if wanting to stop to ask a question, head tilted slightly to the side. \"What's the fire fo...\" His words died in his muzzle before he even finished talking, shaking his head slightly. \"Nevermind. Gotta adapt to fit in with people around here, yes?\" He chuckled briefly once again, sniffing the air to find a trail of the boar she mentioned. \"That is also why I still get odd looks. Nothing to do with fangs and claws.\"\n\nGrabbing his crossbow once again, a fine piece of equipment and quite large for human standards although it seemed to be just normal in his hands, he pulled back the string with considerable effort and a grunt. \"I'll try to bring back a tribute in meat then, for your hospitality. Maybe you can tell me about the elves around here, later?\" He said, his nose having picked up a particular scent carried by the wind making him grin in anticipation. \"It won't take long.\"\n\nWeapon once again loaded, he set off to follow the new trail with a wave of his free hand in Svilena's direction. He also glanced back once or twice. \|\|Caution, lizardfolk are supposedly good sprinters. Or maybe those are crocodiles.\|\| Once he was back in the vegetation, he focused entirely on the hunt and finding the unfortunate prey. She did not lie, and a boar had indeed passed there recently. Not a large one, but neither was it small. Likely worth a couple of days in meals, perhaps three. When he spotted the creature in the distance, busy digging the ground for some food most likely, he made sure to approach downwind and take aim with his crossbow...\n\nAs promised, it didn't take long for him to find his way back to the camp, carrying the prey over a shoulder. That will leave yet another stain on his cape." }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "Once she had enough branches and a bit of dried material, she was able to get a decent fire going and began to prepare the fish just a bit before staking each of them through with sharpened sticks. By the time she had arranged them in suitable spots near the fire to cook, she heard Khozarr's return and gave a long smile; which certainly looked unnatural.\n\n\"Looks like that will keep ye filled for a few days, and the other parts of it will be useful\" She remarked \"Want any help preparing it, not sure how you handle your food - since coming to these lands I took up some cooking habits from the elves and others. It really does taste better when cooked just a bit.\"\n\nShe'd manage her fish, while carrying on with a conversation \"As for the local elves of this region, I can say they have a deep love for their homeland. Some of their rangers are on par with some of the hunters of my tribe; though they are a very guarded folk. Some are on the prideful side, but tis certainly not all of them. So what of yourself Khozarr?\"\n\nShe'd twist the fish around a bit, before picking one up to nibble at for taste, it seemed just right as she took a chomp of it. Chewing just a tad before gulping it down \"Have ye been in these lands long?\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Dropping the boar close to the fire with a loud thud, he briefly considered his options then unsheated a thin knife from his belt. \"Well I did offer to share, so feel free to get some and 'cook' it if you want, I usually don't have the time... Or patience... To do that while travelling.\" He grinned, sitting down and starting to skin the pelt off. \"I suppose I could try it, see how you prepare it? Could be useful.\"\n\nHe continued making smalltalk while working, but occasionally glancing to the fire and the fish being roasted next to it. \"I hope I don't have to stick around for years too... Elves live way too long, and us much less. It's just not fair, no?\" He grunted lightly, slicing a small piece of meat and tossing it in his maw before continuing to work. \"Maybe it sounds silly, but I'm here to learn magic. It's one of those things they do much better over here, and it looks like almost everyone uses it.\" He shook his head slightly in disbelief. \"I haven't been in this part of the world long, but that's one thing I want to bring back home. That and beds.\" He barked out a short laugh at that last bit, looking back at Svilena before continuing. \"And you? What do you seek here?\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "Svilena took some of the meat from the boar and staked it through with a stick, holding it over the fire for a bit and turning it every so often. While with her other claw she picked up another cooked fish and put the whole thing in her mouth, chewing on it while she listened to the Gnoll.\n\nOnce she had chewed and swallowed her fish, she chimed in \"Aye, though most folk from the jungle like myself can live for a long time - we barely come close to the elves. I suppose if one has the company to spend all those years with. If not, I imagine its rather lonely.\"\n\nSoon the cooked boar looked be about done, as Svilena check it before handing it over for him to try \"Mind that ye don't burn your tongue\" She chuckled in a hissing manner. \n\nWhen he bought up the topic of magic, she became delighted \"I'm trying to travel towards the famous island where they teach arcane and that sort, Sihirisium is what the people call it. I've heard so many folks speak highly of it; though I'm truly unsure if they'd allow someone like me to attend. But I must try, my own magic is self taught from my tribe - and I desire to get better.\"\n\n\"What of yourself, what sort of magic would you want to learn?\" She asked, excited to have another person to talk to about this." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll accepted the offered 'charred boar', giving it a tentative sniff and then blowing on it briefly so he actually didn't burn his tongue. Solid advice is solid. \"That is the place I'm headed to, if everything goes well. Shroom. Shiroom-\" \|\|Sihirisium, pay attention.\|\| \"Si-hi-ri-si-um. I heard it is the most famous place to learn magic this side of the land.\" He nodded to himself, taking a first bite of meat and inhaling deeply with his jaw open to dampen the still too hot temperature.\n\n\"I don't know magic yet, but I read a lot of books about it. All the different types, how it's supposed to work, all the shapes...\" He spoke while munching on the admittedly not bad cooked meat, the very image of proper etiquette. Occasionally he even swallowed it. \"I wanted to learn some back home, but the shamans are very picky on who to teach. I still watched when they made the markings though.\"\n\nHe rolled up one leather half sleeve, exposing his left bicep and the dark red marks apparently painted on his upper arm. The pattern seemed quite an intricate union of curves and different shapes that disappeared under his vest at the shoulder. \"I think they're called runes here, do you know runes? All I learned is how to copy them, not sure how to make them... Magic. But it's a start, no?\" He chuckled briefly and bit down on the rest of the offered meat, then he continued dividing the boar in different cuts with practiced ease.\n\n\"I hope to find a way to... How do you say it?\" \|\|Find a link between the shamanic powers and the foreign magic used here, to better understand both.\|\| He looked thoughtfully at the sky briefly, then finished. \"... Something something, learn how both magics work? I hope it makes sense.\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "She took the moment to look over the said runes upon his arm, she clicked her tongue \"Hmm, symbol magic might be possible, even my tribe had our elders that knew their magic... But they were rather quiet about sharing knowledge of it. Its quite a wonder with how common it is here in these lands.\"\n\nShe would eat another of her fish, chewing it as she pondered her thoughts. Soon though she swallowed it and spoke again \"I myself know some things in the arts of Hydro and Aero type of magic, though it is lackluster at best. But I can imagine Sihirisium would have ways for me to better my control; I've heard their collection of books is like no other.\"\n\n\"So besides ye desires to learn magic, you seem like the hunter of sort no? Unless ye are one of those folk that take on different jobs depending.\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "He nodded slowly in agreement at how easy it was to find people using magic of sorts around here, a leap from the rare reverence such people would receive back home. He shrugged and quickly finished his cooked meat once the temperature was more bearable.\n\n\"I-dro and ae-ro... Sounds familiar I think?\" He licked his chops and half closed his eyes appearing thoughtful. \|\|Principles of elemental magic, chapter one. Those are water and air magic.\|\| \"Oh that's right! Water and air, of course.\" He chuckled briefly, scratching his neck. \"Well I am a hunter of sorts. It's necessary, you gotta learn to do what's needed for the clan.\"\n\nHis head instinctively turned to the east as he continued talking, as if trying to seeing something in the distance. \"Very few can choose what to do, most of us have to learn different 'trades' for survival in case one dies too soon. So there's always someone to take their place. As much as we'd like, we can't survive on-\" He snapped his head back towards the lizardfolk, pausing briefly before continuing. \"Uh... Fishing, alone.\"\n\nQuickly he changed subject, leaning forward and looking at Svilena intently. \"Can you show me some of your water-air magic? I haven't seen that yet.\" He bared his sharp teeth in an attempted smile, seeming eager to see something new." }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "She would finish offer her last fish, sliding her tongue across her long mouth before shifting to stand up and give a bit of space between herself and him. She then took a deep breath, slowly releasing it as she rotated her claws in a sort of swirling pattern - her mouth moved as if chanting but no sound came. Those with sharp eyes might have seen the very strands of the wind itself begin to circle up and around her claws - before she opened them wide.\n\nThe collecting winds gave off a breeze as soon they had formed into two large melon sized orbs - made of swirling wind itself. A soft shimmer came from them, giving them their noted shape. \"I'm a tad better at my Aero or Air magic, most of what I use is for defense if I am attacked\" She explained, beginning to sort of juggle the orbs of air about.\n\n\"These Gale Orbs, as I like to call them, can be quite useful - if one is hit by them, the pushback is akin to trying to walk against howling winds. Then I myself will do a follow up attack, its almost become second nature so to speak.\"\n\nShe would then take aim across the pond, and toss the two orbs out above the few trees - they were almost like unseen blurs. Yet when they had gotten some distance away, they vanished - back into the surrounding wind and air itself. She would flex her claws a tad, before turning back to him." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll watched intently as she stood up to demonstrate, appearing genuinely curious to see some magic up close and hopefully not directed at him. Hopefully. He raised a clawed hand as if mimicking her gestures, but he promptly leaned back away when the air orbs appeared from her hands. Watching with wide eyes, he chuckled and clapped his hands together at the display.\n\n\"That sounds very useful! Good for you to know how to do that already. Can you sail a ship with that? How long can you keep doing it?\" He stood up, crimson eyes fixated on her with curiosity mirrored by his words. \"Nevermind that, how do you learn to do it? One thing is reading it from a book, another is to actually do it.\" \n\nOnce again he tried copying her previous gestures, staring intently at his claws as they moved. \|\|Let's not get ahead of ourselves, if magic was this easy to learn then everyone would- hmm.\|\| Frowning slightly, he lowered his hand and shrugged. \"Not that I expect to learn anything Now, but it was worth a stab. You think it will be easier to try and enter the academy if you already at least some of it?\"\n\nHe knelt briefly, taking a cut of raw meat and placing it in his maw to chew on it. When he stood up again he turned his head westward, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular. \"If only there was a certain way...\" He muttered, one hand reaching up to scratch his chin." }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "Svilena listened to him ramble off his questions, once he was done she pondered before she began speaking herself.\n\n\"The amount of time I can handle my spells various slightly, sometimes up to 10 or 15 minutes. But I would say it comes down to my focus, if I'm unable to keep control - then the spell itself falls apart.\"\n\nShe would walk about a tad, talking while using her claws of sorts \"As for learning, I can say I wasn't born with it... But I felt it inside me? It's hard to explain, but the elders of my tribe worked to train those that could likely bring out their skills. So some training is required, least from my experience.\"\n\nGetting into the academy was another story \"As for having magic, it could be helpful - but I know not what their requirements are... I've heard some need some sort of letters often? Not sure on those details.\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Chuckles turned to look at the lizardfolk as she spoke, listening carefully to her answer and nodding along to her explanations. He certainly didn't expect to have an easy time learning magic, after all if he did he wouldn't have travelled to a whole new continent. At least new for him. Imitating her, he also began pacing about, one hand holding his chin while his expression seemed extremely focused. Sharp, even.\n\n\"I guess learning a bit of magic before trying to enter the academy is gonna be difficult... So it's time to consider another way. You mentioned a letter?\" He stopped to look at Svilena thoughtfully for a few moments. \|\|The concept sounds similar to how shamans select clansmen to teach them their magic. It's a matter of recognition of potential and status, no? Perhaps there's another way...\|\| His thoughtful expression gradually gave way to a wide, wicked grin.\n\n\"Say... Do you think they would be more likely to accept two candidates representing their own peoples from so far away...?\" He fully turned towards her, joining his hands while his grin only grew wider. \"If we introduce ourselves as sort of... What's the word... Envoys? Yes, let's say envoys of our peoples, perhaps they would be more willing to take us in? As a gesture of... Uhm... Good will? Perhaps respect?\"\n\nHe began pacing again, muttering to himself in hushed tone before speaking out loud again. \"I don't think there has been a gnoll there before, that's very unlikely, can't say the same for your people but I think it's probably the same? We'd be the first, and perhaps they could see it as an occasion to learn more about us while we learn about them?\" He finally turned to her again, crimson eyes almost glowing with anticipation. \"This has to be the perfect chance! Think about it, what do you say?\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "\"The letter is something I've sort of heard here and there, its a way one can be recommended to be apart of the academy... Though I'm fuzzy on its details\" She stated with a shrug of her shoulders. She began to work on bringing her things down from the tree, while listening to him.\n\nAt his idea of them coming forward as envoys, she had to admit it was both clever yet perhaps a tad dishonest - least from her point of view. Among her tribe, Svilena hadn't really found any other like minded souls among her kin when it came to learning more about what lay beyond the jungle. But she didn't wish to ruin the mood, so to speak.\n\n\"Hmm, ye might be right that we would be the first of our sort of folk to travel there - though the idea of them seeing us as envoys is another story. In my years in these lands, it seems there is little contact with my homeland - while in the past humans had tried to settle there\" She looked away, recalling the raid upon the port settlement \"It didn't fair well for them to say the least. While for the folk of this kingdom, I don't recall seeing them very often in the jungles.\"\n\nShe clicked her tongue \"But I'm up for giving it a try all the same, its a bit of an unknown for us both. Least none shall say we didn't give it a try.\" With her agreement, Svilena worked to collect her things and clean up their small campsite, she would offer Khozarr any assistance if he needed it. She did welcome the idea of having something to travel with." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "TIlting his head to the side while listening to the brief history lesson, he nodded in understanding. \"I didn't know humans tried to settle in the jungle before, I know there's a settlement or two further south along the coast not far from my home...\" \|\|Pirates and smugglers coves, settling outside of reach of any other kingdom. Interesting folks to have first contact with.\|\| \"... But I don't think that counts as 'official' contact.\"\n\nHe sniffed once and shrugged, kneeling down to cut the boar in different smaller cuts, bundling them inside the removed pelt after sprinkling them with a bit of what looked like salt. \"... Should be good for a while.\" He collected the bundle, standing up again to look at Svilena with a grin. \"So, if you know where to go I hope you don't mind me following. First time in these lands, and we can think of a likely story to tell on the way.\"\n\nHe looked around the area to make sure nothing useful was left behind, that's when he glanced down at his worn leathers and cape. \"Probably a good idea to appear more... Uh... Presentable, before getting there. These folks care too much about appearances, weird as it sounds.\" He scoffed slightly and shook his head. \"Aside from that, I'm good to go if you want. Know any good songs for the road? See, I knew this woman who liked to sing and while very strange it made travelling entertaining...\" \n\nUnless stopped, the gnoll would drone on with idle chatter to make up for the lack of communication of the past weeks. Social creatures, indeed." } ]	309.5	5,923
265.727273	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Auro", "message": "The morning was although a bit dull and cold, was wonderful, the rays of light shining through the sparse clouds glistening on the morning dew of the grass, it is a lovely day to wonder, a lovely day to over just walk around and enjoy the almost objective beauty of this place, but someone is here for work.\n\nThere are very little people that contact auro, talk to her interact with her in any ways, mostly they find her too weird or too dirty to go anywhere, but every so often she is able to find good work, some weird wizard she found wanted some revenge on some poor assholes that stole from him, thankfully for the wizard, Auro is currently broke, and needed the money desperately.\n\nAnd this is where Lucian find her, a amazing display, the spores from her shrooms creating a trail of white-ish fog behind her as her acrobatic moves make her dance around the battlefield, at this point there is only one of them left, huffing hard and coughing from teh spores, as Auro lunges, she hits teh side of his head with teh spear, but not before he gets a lucky hit on her arm, cutting it off from the elbow, there lay 4 or 5 ruffians,unconscious on the ground as she sighs, walking a bit away and sitting down on a rock" }, { "author": "Lucian Luminaire", "message": "And as the foggy atmosphere of the small bandit Encampment just begun clearing a little for the Light mage, heavy spores caused his fragile airways to tingle in every possible way, making him cough hysterically.. With his eyes covered by his blindfold, his battered, scarred skin tingled too due to the spores infecting the open wounds.. The captured Light mage struggled through his bindings, but what he could see from the newfound fog was a silhouette Absolutely massacaring his captors.\n\nWith a few more coughs, he manages to heat up the bindings enough to break free, feeling his wrists he sees the last ruffian getting gored in his skull, yet managing to hack off the undead's limb.. With a few more coughs he stood up, running towards the undead.\n\n\"A-Are you okay?.. W-wait a second-\"\n\nHe hastily grabbed the limb, quickly trying to re-attach it to Auro's arm, desperately trying to find his medical sewing kit through his backpack to no avail.. The stupid captors never thought to search the mage, only taking his white oak staff of light.. Yet he was as good without it.. He couldn't find his kit, and tears begun welling in his covered eyes.. Yet as he activated his magic, he healed himself first before beginning to aid in her healing process.. Yet it wouldn't attach without the sewing.." }, { "author": "Auro", "message": "\"Hey hey! Buddy! No worries!\" \nShe laughed lifting both her arms, her right arm, the one that got cut off at the elbow, in any other person would be bleeding, on her? Its complacently fine, no bleeding, just exposed muscle, bone, and this weird white thing, between muscles, the bone, and the skin, she laughs a bit more\n\nAs he would let go of the arm he'd see it twitch to life, scrambling and flailing as soon the nails find the earth and it begins digging \n\n\"Oh no you don't! Stop panicking you little shit\"\n\nShe'd grab the arm, reattaching it as it went from flailing to just latching onto her body and staying there, connected to the rest of her arm\n\n\"That's annoying tho... Gonna have to set up camp for today... But uh, you boy, whatever your name is twink, you ok?\"\n\nShe'd check the rest of the bandits, mostly just bruises and some cracks and broken bones, bleeding here and there but she did her job, so she was using her other arm to, not very well, drag the bandits all to one place, and tie them together\n\n\"Why where you ehre anyways? I mean you look like you got money but you only look like some sort of priest, most of them don't have money, also good work on not breathing in too many of the spores, sure as hell didint want to deal with you being knocked out or having a bad trip\"" }, { "author": "Lucian Luminaire", "message": "\"D-doesn't that hurt?\" \n\nHe almost squealed, falling back to the ground at the sight of the flailing arm.. As Auro grabbed it and placed it back he would stare in awe at the arm's re-attachment.. Before coughing at even more spores accessing his Respiratory system.. His cheeks turned visibly red at being called a twink, a little pout forming on his lips.\n\n\"D-don't call me that..\" He almost whispered \"My name is Lucian!\"\n\nHe brought himself to stand once more.. Being met with the question.. Why was he here?.. He didn't truly know, maybe those bandits tried to smuggle him into Da Huine?.. That was most likely the case, but he wasn't sure.. Last thing he remembers was being grabbed from his little tent, drugged, and taken with the little caravan of the Bandits.\n\n\"Stay here?.. I don't think that's a great Idea..\" He said, grabbing his White oak staff.. It looked dazzling, felt even more so. \"Maybe they have more friends? I don't know.. You seem to look like you could handle yourself in battle, though!\"\n\nHe exclaimed happily, slowly raising his blindfold.. Almost Luminous, pale blue eyes stared back at the undead, groggy from the spores.. He could make out Silhouettes, and faces from certain distances even with the blindfold, but now he could see Auro more clearly.\n\n\"How about you? What's your name?\"" }, { "author": "Auro", "message": "She'd smile, ehr teeth where sharp, sharper then msot humans and now with a better look you can see it, shee looks dusty, forever covered in ehr spores, shedding once she makes too much of a sudden move, she looks at you, her eyes a unnatural red and purple, those are the things truly off about her\n\n\"Ok ok, one thing at a time, no it doesnt hurt, i barely fele pain, like, at all. Second, sure thing lucy boy, you seem cute if a little bit... Disheveled and out of your depths going anywhere outside of nay big cities but it doesnt really matter. Third, i cant really fight very well without my right arm, its kinda hard to do what i do with 3 limbs instead of 4, but tehn again i dont have healing magic, so what i need is either a days rest, or someone who has healing magic\"\n\nShe'd finish, roughly tying up the bandits, sighing heavily \"Besides, from teh contract information its just these assholes here, and~ ABRACADABRA!\" She does as instructed before, grabbing from her backpack a large cloth with runes, mostly teleportation magic on it, as she does as instructed and basicaly covers the bandits on it with that last word, she sighs as a bag of coins appears where teh bandits once where\n\n\"Job done. Call me auro, and seeming that you are too much of a scrawny twink to fight for yourself i am more then glad to be of service for some help if you shall~ but that is neither here nor there.\" \n\nShe sits down ona stump, sighing hard, moving as much of her right arm as she can, btu then again it has firmly latched onto her she seems to grumble for it to \"Stop grabbin me fuckin tit\" While she tries to get it in place, or at least more comfrotable" }, { "author": "Lucian Luminaire", "message": "\"I actually travel, like, all the time.\" He pouted even more, crossing his arms as he sat over the rock Auro was sitting on before, right againist the stump she sat on after she teleported the Bandits.. He really wondered what they would've done with him if Auro didn't save him.. \"And well.. I can handle myself in a fight.. They caught me by surprise, I was sleeping.\"\n\nHis blue eyes glinted at the mention of Healing magic, making a few signs before taking a hold of her Injured arm. Just as the thing grabbed her breast, leading to Lucian's hand being pushed there as well.. His face got a little redder, but he continued with his spell before a faint wave of light circled her arm.. Uptill now, the poor thing didn't realise she was an undead, and his divine healing didn't help one bit.. Once he sensed no change, he begun putting the observations together..\n\n\"Are you by any chance uh.. An Undead?.. A Rightful undead?.. You know how rare that is to see, Er.. Miss Auro?\"" }, { "author": "Auro", "message": "\".... Fuck is a rightful undead? I mean yeah i guess i'm a zombie that's why the fucking shrooms are a part of me, but i have no clue what a rightful undead is, or even how i came abck in the first place\"\n\nShe groans as she leans back the arm finally letting go, she tries to move it but, nothing, its limp, but attached, she scoffs, and looks over at him, she has what seems to be a constant grin or smug look, but currently she jsut seems annoyed at her situation\n\n\"Lousy fucks dont even fix me fast enough... At least they're useful, btu fucking hell. On another note, you're flustered easily, cute, not that often that i get to make boys blush~\" She smiles wide, before sighing and letting the smile go \"Most of them just either say i'm making the place dirty with my spores or chase me off cause i'm a zombie\"\n\nShe looks around, yanking a handfull of decently logn grass and begining to chew and swallow it, looking back over a lucian \"So lucy boy, any fix for my arm?\"" }, { "author": "Lucian Luminaire", "message": "\"Like.. Most Undead I see are either.. Inherently evil or completely mindless.. You're probably neither, If my judgement is correct.\" He chuckled a little \"But your organisms seem to be doing their job pretty well!.. I'm getting a little dizzy though, If I'm being honest.\"\n\nHe explained, looking around his satchel for the sewing kit and the herbs.. Thinking about it, the Mycelium would use the Nutrition to attach quicker, but he had no Idea how that even worked.. On the other hand the sewing kit seemed to be completely lost.\n\n\"Well, This will help a little..\" \n\nThe herbs had a little pungent smell as he smeared the mixture slowly on the wound, holding it together even stronger than before.. He listened to her go on about how he was easily flustered, but that was something he couldn't help, something embedded into him..\n\n\"Well.. You're decent company too! Really glad to run into you if I'm being honest.. And never mind those people, everyone's different in their own ways! You're pretty well-groomed for an Undead, anyways.\"\n\n He returned the smile back, before putting on his blindfold once more.. It was getting sunny pretty quickly, and well, his eyes were sensitive." }, { "author": "Auro", "message": "She'd scoof a bit \"Yeah i like to at least look pretty, i mean... At least then Some People dont chase me off immdieatly, but ya know, just... Also prefer to mantain myself unmatted, its easier to ya know, move around if my clothes are good and my everythign is wel kept, because if not then doing my whole fightign style doesnt really work\"\n\nShe'd stop to think a bit, before sighing some more\n\n\"Honestly yeah i have the same experience with most undead too, teh mindless ones just kinda ignore me, but the ones that actually think just kinad buly me? Its not my fault i never learned how to use magic! Or that i'm so scrawny or whatever, fuck em is what i say, they can all go suck a cock\"\n\nShe'd groan, leaning almost compaltly back, her spine bending into a fairly open c shape as she grabbed some more meat off of her backpack, the meat smelled... Bad. Like, theres nothing that could make this smell less bad. She blow some spores into it, shaking over it a bit, before yanking a bite off of it, and begining to chew\n\n\"I'd offer you btu i think you cant eat meat this uuhhh... 'aged'. In either case if can go fishing in a nearby stream i passed if you want some fresh meat, or we can look at whatever these bandits had\"" }, { "author": "Lucian Luminaire", "message": "\"You do look pretty, If I'm honest.\"\n He blushed a little, but he wasn't lying really.. He still had mixed feelings about her being an undead, but she saved him afterall.. He would've rotted in the underworld otherwise.. Being remotely near Da Huine dulled down his Power significantly.\n\n\"But I understand you! Clothing is key, I like to keep it simple & light for me.. Gloves for better grip on my staff, The little light vest for good measure so I'm not Exactly Shirtless, And the comfy pants!..\" He explained. \"But, I've never seen undead who're proficient with magic.. You're good.\"\n\nHe didn't mind the profanity, actually.. It was strange, but weirdly acceptable.. Not like he'd go out of his way to note it out, rude.. He rocked his legs happily until she took out the meat, his nose twitched a little, once more his sensitive airways irritated, but he simply took out a little.. Sandwich?.. It was still good so far, and he happily joined the undead for the meal.\n\n\"I don't judge, If it tastes good, it tastes good!\"" }, { "author": "opalinedoggo", "message": "Oh fuck how is it 4am already... I'll respond mroe once i wake up... I'm sorry" } ]	277	2,923
222.727273	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "ra_iu", "message": "The freezing air of an early autumn morning made Vaeren shiver with discomfort, they hid their hands deeper in the pockets of their coat and quickened their steps. The nearest magic shop—one that offered ingredients necessary for brewing both healing and mana replenishing potions—was still a long way ahead. The roads, at first mostly empty, soon filled with people hurrying to and fro despite the cold wind tugging at their clothes and hair. Eventually Vaeren reached the outskirts of a little town in Corol Ambo, a place that didn't seem all that remarkable at first sight, but all those who knew about it were certain to come back again, and the reason for it was a small establishment by the name of \"The Laughing Satyr\". A magic store that offered some of the finest and rarest alchemical ingredients in the south. Vaeren looked up at the weathered sign above the door and sighed, it really didn't look too inviting. They knocked on the door first, then pressed down on the handle. The door opened with a creak, but before they could take a step inside, something soft and fluffy squeezed through the opening, then right between Vaeren's legs, down the street and disappeared in the back end of an alleyway, quick enough to make them doubt whether it actually happened. \"That little scoundrel! Where has he gone off to this time?!\" Someone shouted from the inside before forcefully grabbing the door and opening it widely. There stood an older lady with beautiful silver hair braided in a long braid and an intricate, colorful scarf draped around her shoulders. \"What are you waiting for? Go after him!\" Vaeren looked helplessly between the lady and an empty alleyway. Was she really sending a customer out on a chase after.. What exactly?\n\n\"Yes, I'm talking to you! Come on, move it or he's going to get away. I'm going to give you a discount, so hurry up and fetch that rascal for me!\" With that a pair of hands pushed them out the door with more vigor than they'd expect from a frail looking, older lady. Then the door shut behind them, and all that was left was the sound of wind. Vaeren gave the door one more confused look, with their brows furrowed and lips pursed, then ran down the stairs and straight into the alleyway the fluffy thing had disappeared into, thinking to themselves with exasperation \"Fine! But you better make that discount matter, old lady!\"." }, { "author": "o.baileykrae.o", "message": "The streets were getting more packed as time went on, she didn't have a lot of time left, but she was really itching for the coin that this job offered.\nShe had long straight hair, the top layer braided into a viking knot. The rest of her hair covered her ears, neck and a good portion of her torso.\nShe wore a broken corset, half of the bodes was broken off, revealing the right side of her malnourished stomach. She had tight leather pants and a belt that held her longsword. Her black leather boots stopped at her knees and her leather pants were torn.\nPulling a man along behind her, she ran into a dark alleyway as she pushed him up against the brick wall.\nThough the man's eager smile faded rather quickly as she pulled out a dagger from her left black leather boot. Pressing it against his throat.\nHer thick peach toned lips curving into a smirk as she whispered.\n'What did you think was going to happen?'\nShe spoke as she pushed the tip of the dagger into his neck, letting the drops of blood fall down the tilted dagger." }, { "author": "ra_iu", "message": "Vaeren ran as fast as they could, past all the stores and buildings, slipping and sliding on wet leaves and splashing water in puddles, until finally they reached the front of an alley they thought that accursed thing had disappeared into. Here they slowed down to a walk, doing their best to catch a breath. Looking from right to left, trying to catch a glimpse of the furry creature, but to no avail. \"Surely must be somewhere here\" They thought and kept walking, scanning their surroundings carefully, yet nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The alleyway was dark and empty, with brick walls and boarded-up windows, it hadn't seen the light of day in a while. Vaeren shivered as a gust of wind blew past them, causing their long coat to flutter briefly. Just then, out of the corner of their eye, they noticed a fluffy tail disappear behind the corner. \"There!\" They gasp softly and follow quietly behind it, not wanting to scare off the animal they worked so hard to find. Yet the moment they turn the corner, what greets their eyes isn't a runaway cat but a pair of people pressed tightly against the wall. Vaeren stops in their tracks, eyes set on the couple, who, as they now notice, seem to be in a scuffle. The long-haired woman appeared to hold the man at knife point, the blade tightly pressed against his neck. The man whose face was obscured by the shadow, either frozen by fear or unable to react in time, didn't seem to resist. Vaeren's thoughts collide with one another, unsure how to proceed. They take a hesitant step back when \"MEOOOW!\" A big ginger cat leaps down a broken window opposite the pair, then lands right in front of them. \"Meeeow..\" He repeats unbothered, then looks back at Vaeren as if asking \"What are you doing? Come pick me up.\" Or at least that's the thought that crosses Vaeren's mind as they look from the cat to the pair of people they clearly just interrupted." }, { "author": "o.baileykrae.o", "message": "The woman didn't seem to notice the prying eyes until the new guest took a step into the alleyway, the crunch of thin ice under her feet. She wiped her head to the left to spot the figure lurking in the opening of the dark alleyway.\nShe quickly removed the dagger, though pointless as the girl had already seen her actions.\nShe opened her mouth only to spot the man running in front of her and out of the alleyway.\nThe woman groaned, she would have to hunt him down later but first she had some new business to deal with.\nShe glanced at the girl as the cat fell in front of her. She glared down at the cat before up at the woman.\n'What? Don't tell me I get two kills today?'\nShe questioned, a grin forming a cross her lips." }, { "author": "ra_iu", "message": "\"The owner won't be too pleased if you do that.\" Vaeren says cautiously, hoping to relieve some tension, then bends down and beckons to the cat. \"Come here, little bastard. Just look at what you got me into..\" But the cat didn't seem to care, and even a genuine plea likely wouldn't convince him to move. Instead, he looked at the woman with a pair of big, honey-colored eyes and purred. Vaeren sighs and stands back up, assessing the stranger's intentions. Does she want to fight? Is there a way to deescalate the situation? \"Listen, it's really none of my business what you were up to in this alley. Why don't we just-\" As they say that, the fluffy ginger ball of hatred approaches the woman assassin with an intention to rub against her leg. Vaeren closes their eyes, praying to the gods that they don't have to bring the shopkeeper lady the carcass of her beloved pet." }, { "author": "o.baileykrae.o", "message": "The woman glared the woman down. Clenching the dagger at her side.\nShe opened her mouth to spit back an insult when she felt something rubbing on her leg. Her grin falling away.\nShe shuddered, her hatred for animals showing though now. It seemed this miserable woman didn't like anything or anyone.\nShe kicked the cat away hard enough to get a yip in pain from in but not hard enough to leave any physical damage.\n'Your right, it is none of your business. Unfortunately for you, you saw me. Your a witness now.'\nHer grin came back as she took a step closer." }, { "author": "ra_iu", "message": "Vaeren opens their eyes as they hear the yipping of the cat, just in time to see it disappear behind some rubble. They exhale the breath they've been holding back until now and look at the woman in front of them. \"Witness, huh?\" They repeat after her, a wry smile on their lips. \"I don't know you, nor anything about you. I couldn't possibly recognize you in the light of day.\" They take a step back, then another, just enough to put some distance between the two of them. \"I'd rather not fight you, but I will if I have to.\" The temperature around them rises slowly as tongues of flame wrap around their forearms and calves, then disappear briefly. \"However, I'd much rather have you take my word for it, I won't tell anyone. There's no reason to, nor anything in it for me to gain. Why should I?\"" }, { "author": "o.baileykrae.o", "message": "The woman's grin grew as the girl stepped back. Though she was cautious. Her stance proved she was ready to run after her if need be.\nThe fire around the girl warmed the woman up but not once did she look scared.\nShe thought for a moment, the girl was making some good points.\nShe groaned before speaking reluctantly.\n'Go, NOW! I'll make sure that feline pest follows you.'" }, { "author": "ra_iu", "message": "Vaeren raises their eyebrows at the sudden exclamation but manages to nod promptly in response, not wishing for the assassin to change her mind. The woman, although threatening at first glance, had something fragile about her and Vaeren couldn't help but steal one final look at her. \"Take care then.\" They say, taking a step towards the exit of the alley. \"I hope we won't be meeting again, but should the fate play a trick on us, let's grab a drink together to celebrate. Sounds fair, doesn't it?\" Vaeren asks softly, not an attempt to provoke her but instead to forge a connection that could go beyond threat of violence. \"Goodbye then.\" They nod and turn around cautiously, still a bit wary of whatever the woman has planned to do next." }, { "author": "o.baileykrae.o", "message": "The woman watched cautiously. Her grin growing at the girl's uneasyness as she rambled on.\n'I don't drink.'\nThat was a lie, she spoke sarcastically, it was definitely a lie that she didn't care if she was called out on.\nShe had different reasons for not wishing to \"Celebrate\"* As the girl put it.\nShe was quite the loner it seemed.\nAs the girl turned to walk off she turned, to were the feline was hiding and leaned down, pulled it out.\nShe stood and kicked it towards the woman before running in the direction the man ran off.*" }, { "author": "ra_iu", "message": "As Vaeren arrived near the alleyway's exit, they turned around to take one final look at what they left behind. Gloomy back alley, now eerily empty—it seemed the assassin has already left, perhaps in a hurry to chase after her runaway prey. Vaeren took a deep breath, the cold autumn air filling their lungs and calming their fast beating heart. Only now did they notice that coming out of the alley was big ginger cat. The \"Feline pest\" Woman promised to make sure followed after Vaeren when they left. It seemed she'd kept her word, Vaeren sighs and bends down, once again beckoning the animal. \"Come here\" They reach out with one of their hands, and cat approaches, nuzzling it's face against the inside of Vaeren's right palm \"You've had quite an adventure today, I think it's time to go home.\" They smile lightly and pick up the troublesome cat \"I'm hoping for a big discount, you know.\"" } ]	189	2,450
214.583333	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "rropes", "message": "It was a cool morning in the forest, a thin mist hung in the air and subtly obscured the wood. Gentle creatures could be seen occasionally ambling within the area, but otherwise the environment remained quite tranquil. Within a decently sized clearing, warm sunlight from above cast great shadows through the trees that stirred to and fro with the pleasant wind that weaved throughout the woodlands. All was well, until the aforementioned animals seemed to take notice of something amiss in the lovely scenery, bounding away to seek safety.\n\nAn eerie quiet had just begun to grip the forest, until a steady beat began to rise from the distance. It was not the beat of some percussion instrument, as it got closer it was clear that it was the sound of some great winged beast that was on the approach. Just above the trees it could be seen, a large shadow that weaved in and out of the canopy with intentions so far unknown..." }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "Svilena was making her way through the forests, on route back to Wai Oromarde after helping to escort some merchants back into the Corol Ambo region; they had promised to return to the island town after they had finished some business.\n\nThe serpent lizardfolk was enjoying her stroll through the woods, until the sound of the animals grew quiet and the even the winds seemed to change - she quickly picked up on the heavy beating of wings. At first she thought it might be a wild Griffin, the Rolling Hills were a semi mountain like area with heavy forests - so such creatures could live there.\n\n'Though I've not seen any signs of a Griffin, normally they mark various trees if I recall' She pondered to herself, deciding to slip into thicker cover as she waited to see what was flying about." }, { "author": "rropes", "message": "The creature remained in its flight path for a few minutes more, before shifting its path. It grew ever closer, shaking the treetops and any unfortunate denizens that were within them with its vast wings. Its direction seemed to be taking it towards a small clearing nearby, the animal angling into a circling pattern as it glided down for a landing. Even with a rather graceful touchdown, the earth quakes still from its mass alone.\n\nStanding in the glade, the great beast reveals itself- no, Herself* In the mild morning light. It was woman no doubt, clad in elegant silks and fine ornaments that draped from her form. Her bottom half was like that of the gryphons, short of the lion portion. Snow white plumes that glowed in the sun and lean yet muscular legs that ended in some dangerous looking talons. Her violet hues took in her surroundings carefully for a few moments, before her wings furled back to her sides, deeming this area safe enough.\n\nCrouching down to lay upon the ground, four slender arms began laying out the items they had gathered upon the conveniently smooth surface of a nearby rock. It wasn't everything he had wanted, but adaption was not something she was unfamiliar with. She remained silent, simply going over and organizing the various herbs and flowers." }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "Well this was certainly unexpected to say the least, it wasn't a griffin but she was almost sure the finery the creature wore might make one jealous. But there was both beauty and a sense of danger in what Svilena saw, though whomever they were - they didn't seem like a wild animal so to speak.\n\nShe shifted herself out of the thicker cover, stepping out carefully into the clearing a tad to dust herself off - she would then approach, the rings on her staff chiming with her steps and the gentle breeze. Svilena kept her distance from the creature, before calling out* \"Nearly mistook ye for a griffin, I wasn't aware such large folks dwelled in these parts - though given ye wings, ye likely come from elsewhere.\"\n\nHer tone was friendly in nature, her body language displaying the same." }, { "author": "rropes", "message": "At first the gentle chiming that reached the occupied woman's ears was ignored, having been mistaken for her own shining adornments, but as approaching footsteps disrupted the gentle melodies she ceased her actions. The avian portion of her body had already tensed up, wings prepared to take her back into the skies if it was revealed to be a threat that was nearing her. Then the stranger spoke, cordial words that didn't seem to hold any ill will. The woman relaxed slightly, turning to look upon the speaker with a calm expression upon her face, though a twinge of wariness was clear within her soft lilac eyes.\n\nTsveta locked onto the golden gaze of the tall serpentine stranger, who seemed to have taken an inoffensive posture a little ways away. She didn't look like any hunter she had seen before, though such a robust figure was usually the sign of one who knew combat well. Her dialogue dissuaded any notion of her being here for her at least, perhaps only driven by curiosity. She takes a short breath, rising to sit on her haunches, her long tail gently swaying with the movement before finding its place curled around her front talons. She begins to speak, a soft voice carrying a particular tune to it that compliments the melodic jingles of her regalia.\n\n\"You are not the first to take me for one, but I do appreciate you lead with words rather than arrows or spears... May I know the name of who I speak with?\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "Svilena would place her clawed palms together against her chest, bowing her head and upper body a tad towards Tvesta \"I am Svilena Vihur, Bhante of Akhara Vata - of which is apart of a settlement that I oversee to the north of here along the coasts.\"\n\n\"Arrow or spears, I can understand ye words - I can remember when I first came to these lands many years ago; my overall being frightened a fair number of locals. But I managed to integrate myself, but I still get looks every now and then\" She stated, before holding out a clawed palm towards Tvesta.\n\n\"And what do ye call yourself?\"" }, { "author": "rropes", "message": "Tsveta's head tilts to the side as the serpentine lady shares her name, the words that follow after unknown to her. Bhante? It sounded like some sort of title of import though whatever else if it entailed some sort of leading role in this Akhara Vata place she mentioned. Hearing that Svilena was also once a foreigner to these lands that was looked upon with trepidation made the woman nod in understanding. She had managed to become accepted eventually, which gave the beastly woman a small hope that she could accomplish the same in due time.\n\nShe perks up at the inquiry of her name, not very used to the question herself. The times in which she was asked for her name after her departure from the northern mountains were few and far between. It was actually pretty exciting to be able to introduce herself to another, and subtle glee was evident in her expression despite efforts to remain relatively stoic. A single hand finds its place at her chest, the woman mimicking the graceful bow before the air is once more filled with her harmonious voice.\n\n\"I call myself Tsveta, and hail from the frozen ranges of the Heatherstead Mountains. It is an honor to meet one like yourself Svilena.\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "\"Another from Heatherstead, seems I've been encountering a few folks traveling from those colder regions - though I cannot say I've seen one like yourself? What do ye call your group or perhaps the term most use is race?\" She asked, quite curious as she clicked her long tongue.\n\nSvilena would shift her weight a tad to be a bit more comfortable \"Have ye been in these regions before, Tvesta? I imagine the fly over the Lilac Forest was quite nice.\"" }, { "author": "rropes", "message": "That question brought a shift in Tsveta's expression, lips pursing as her lavender hues shift to look at the ground. Both sets of hands come together in synchronized wringing motions as she considered what to say. The thought crossed her mind to hide the truth, but she couldn't bring herself to do so with one who had been as amiable as Svilena has. There is a brief pause, before her she steadies herself with a small sigh and answers honestly.\n\n\"I am what is known as an Alkosaur in the common tongue, rare even in the mountains we come from. Most are simply... Animals... Feral as wolves and very dangerous when met in the wild. I was once no different some time ago, but I was thankfully enlightened after... I prefer not to say, for now at least...\"\n\nAnother pause, as she realizes that the woman had put a name to the region her path had taken her through. It was indeed beautiful as she had said, though she hadn't landed there for a closer look. She continues, remaining just a tad tense.\n\n\"Yes, it was- um, quite a sight from above. I did not get to see it up close, I was in a hurry to get some particular ingredients while they were in bloom.\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "\"Alkosaur, hmm never heard of that name myself - though don't let yourself be so down in regards to ye race\" She explained \"I hail myself from the dense jungles across the sea to the far east of here - and I can quite say my own kind acted as wild beasts, along with other races of those lands. At least the more feral tribes often are, but my homeland is infamous for its various types of dangers - tis beautiful but deadly at the same time. But it was the only way one could live out there...\"\n\nShe nodded her head \"There is much more to see in these lands for certain, that I can promise you - but it seems as though I've troubled ye during your collecting.\" Svilena would pause to check the rough time of day with the placement of the sun, she'd click her tongue \"Hmm, I should be getting back on the road myself - need to make it back to Wai Oromarde at least before dusk. Where are ye headed next yourself Tvesta?\"" }, { "author": "rropes", "message": "The reassurance received from Svilene did much to raise Tsveta's morale, made evident by the small smile upon her face and the gentle swishing of her tail. If the woman before her was able to rise above such a state and become mostly accepted by society, then surely she could do the same. Seeing that a decent amount of time had indeed passed, she too would dip her head in acknowledgement. She took a moment to collect the items she had gathered and stowed most of them away, before returning her attention to the reptilian woman.\n\n\"It is of no issue, I am grateful for your company Svilena. I will likely remain in this area for a time, maybe make a temporary shelter somewhere while I continue gathering and working on my crafts. Speaking of, I want you to have this...\"\n\nHer hands start to work the materials together in dexterous and well practiced motions, the faintest glimmer of the Weave present in their rapid movements as she closes her eyes and focuses on her work. She sees the product in her mind, and within moments it has manifested in her hands. It is a small trinket with thin branches forming a frame, and various plants of differing green shades woven between them to form a simple dream-catcher that emanates a soothing chamomile scent. She looks over her handiwork, before it leaves her tender grasp to gracefully wheel through the air and hover within reach of the Svilena.\n\n\"It is not the best, nor the strongest, but it is something that can stave off nightmares and bring about more restful sleep.\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "The bending and weaving Svilena felt from Tvesta's bit of magic brought a smile to her face, as she took the gift offered \"Ye have much promise indeed Tvesta, I wish ye only the best in the day ahead.\"\n\nShe'd tuck the crafted item away carefully, thinking of where she might hang it up. She'd give a final bow of farewell to her \"Should ye ever might be craving seafood with a bit of rum, I'd be happy to treat ye - tis my settlement's specialties. May the winds carry ye far.\"\n\nWith those parting words. Svilena would turn and head back towards the main roads in order to head back home - leaving Tvesta to her own devices." } ]	203.5	2,575
349.913793	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Narrator", "message": "It was an unusually quiet Saturday night in Emyn Ael; especially considering the time of year. The planting season was over and the harvesting season was about to start. It was a time when the city could usually be found bustling with activity, but this year, an ominous air blanketed the city. It dampened the enthusiasm of the residents and had drastically reduced the number of visitors they had.\n\nTo a newcomer, everyone in the city would seem to be on edge. Their looks carried suspicion instead of their regular openness and their hurried steps gave away their anxiety. \n\nThe only place in the town which didn't seem to be affected by the unease that permeated the village, was a tavern and inn called The Emerald. Cheery voices, music and the lyrics of a talented bard could be heard from well beyond the tavern's doors. \n\nThe owner, Miss Aluriel Ralovar, was behind the bar helping her waitstaff serve food and drink to the partrons who were kind enough to still do business with her; despite the mood of the city." }, { "author": "Aluriel Ralovar", "message": "\"Eowyn! We need two more plates of your potato and leek stew. And another plate of your mashed potatoes with beef,\" Aluriel called into the kitchen through the service window behind the bar. \n\n\"Coming right up! 10 minutes and the food will be ready,\" Eowyn called back. He was an elf who was a native resident of the city and he had been her cook for going on eight years now. \n\nHearing his reply, she responded with a quick, \"Thank you!,\" Before going back to serving drinks alongside Rihannon, her barkeep." }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "Having learned all she could about the rumors and troubles surrounding the infamous Morikinda, Svilena decided to make her way to Emyn Ael and found herself entering the Emerald Inn - her rather towering figure out likely catch the notice of those dining and drinking inside.\n\nWith the latest issue of the paper still in her grasp, Svilena strode over to a section of the bar - once settled she'd aim to stike up a conversation with one of the two bar keepers. \"Seems the paper wasn't denying much about the gloom in these parts, would either of ye happen to know more about the rumors related to the Morikinda?\"\n\nThough before she got ahead of herself, she'd also introduce herself \"I'm Svilena Vihur, I hail from the nearby coastal town of Wai Oromarde - happened to be in Last Steading after escorting a caravan, and caught notice of this entry in the Plumage Gazette - seems locals have been suffering from some nightmares from it.\" She'd set her copy of the newspaper on the counter, unsure if this inn had any of the latest issue themselves." }, { "author": "Gideon Phisher", "message": "The night was quite depressing, at least to anyone else it was but being a doctor, Gideon tended to be surrounded by those upset over some problem, and with rumor spreading about something he wasn't quite interested in, but a coin pocket that was empty, it was time for his journey to make way at quite the difficult undertaking \n\n\"The emerald...\"\n\nHe says as he approaches the front door of the otherwise quaint looking building, indistinguishable from the other buildings around \n\nHopping off the horse and carriage, he tied it to a post, and gathered all the necessary gear he needed before placing his forehead against his horse\n\n\"I'll be back soon, you know how to feed yourself and such for the next few days\"\n\nHe says, pointing to the horse troughs that wanderers may leave their beloved animals for a few days to stay healthy and fed\n\nHe flung the doors to this bar open as he sits down on a stool, flipping a coin onto the table \n\n\"Strongest of whatever you have, actually make it two\"\n\nHe says as he reaches in his pocket, and sighs\n\n\"Nevermind... One will do\"\n\nA story of the ages told In a few words...\n\nHowever he held up the paper he took from one of the guild quest boards, and looked it over\n\n\"This has to be worth something, I need some cash\"\n\nHe peered at the person next to him, uncaring about who they where and figured they where on a different quest\n\n\"Guess it's time for actual work then..\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Little might know, Severus had already made his way to the renowned tavern of Emerald, the main source of rumours he had investigated upon arrival.\n\nEmyn Ael was beautiful, but Severus had spent all the day to do a lot of sideline works instead of sight-seeing like the famous elves. Most of them did not really welcome him, a purely dark looking creature trying to step these monstrous footprints on the holy land. It was a miracle that he was able to made his way to the tavern without being mistaken as an Evil general of the Demon lord army.\n\nFrom the very beginning, he was already sitting at a seat near a corner and a window at the beautiful Emerald tavern. His whole feature was blended with the tavern's wall, or as he thought, observing everything outside the window and inside. His waiting session finally ended after a large, pale and pink-ish figure appeared outside. His attention was all focused on that individual.\n\n\"Mhm... Maybe,\" He humbled, his low voice echoed inside the metal helmet. Though no one noticed.\n\nThe slowly emitting Aura caused him to look otherworldly, even the waiteress did not want to come close to him at all cost. Unless he paid for the meal.\n\nHe carefully stared his glowing eyes at the Serpant looking person, confirmed that she was another quest-taker. Likewise for the other... Doc? His fingeres tapped on the table rhythmically. He clicked his tongue a phew time, which a behaviour was not usually what Severus would do. However, that was his acquaintance, someone... Caused troubles for each others. That was not a really big trouble, but it would be ridiculous.\n\nThe Dark Knight gently use hig legs with a little bit of force to move the chair, made way for him to approach the two, in a really cautious way. Mostly because he did not want to scare them off... He was aware of the strange phenomenon. Earlier in the town centre, he accidentally scared a coward who got the piece of information that he needed. That man was like he had seen ghost and started to scream like a maniac. Severus fortunately sneaked out of the awkward situation when everything was still chaotic.\n\nSteadily and slowly, he walked towards the two, his eyes stared at the physician though. The rattling sound of the armor moving did not attract attention, as everyone was only interested in eating and drinking.\n\n\"Ahem...\"\n\nHe grabbed in the air and a mist formed a piece of yellowish old looking paper before his low voice could be heard,\n\n\"I am here in respond for the call of this commission. But... Looking like I also have a lucky reunion here.\"\n\nIntentionally, the Dark Knight patted the doc's back while standing behind him.\n\n\"Look like we've met again, Gideon the fish.\"\n\nThat could probably scared a fine grown man, but Severus was really intrigued in how Gideon would be affacted by his new evil power." }, { "author": "Pnumbru the Corpseweaver", "message": "Pnumbru had already arrived in town and, as per usual had set himself up with some rather pleasant accomodations. At least, they were the most pleasant accomodations that this dour city could offer. The accomodations were also free on account of their current owner being quite dead. Pnumbru had had quite the busy day rendering the owner's fat, then seperating bone from flesh so that they could be baked over the fireplace. They still weren't \"Bone dry\" As he liked to say with a little giggle, but they would likely be ready to be ground by the morning. Jars with his blood sat out on the dining room table.\n\n\"Fwaaaah, I'm tired,\" Pnumbru whined, slumping back in an armchair before the fire. Without his even asking, he felt two powerful hands on his shoulders, rubbing them and making him sigh. \"Mmmm, thanks, Lummox~ You know what? I think that I could use a meal and a drink! I'm going out! Fetch me my cloak, Lummox - my Evil Cloak!\"" }, { "author": "Lummox", "message": "The undead giant continued to knead his Master's muscles while looking down at him sternly. Once the order was recieved, he walked off without a word and returned moments later with a longblack cloak that had a dark, blood-red trim. Pnumbru was already waiting and he dressed his Master, drawing it over the boy's shoulders and fastening the clasp on the neck. The way the cloak was designed its hood hung down over Master's face when it was pulled up and the boy's body disappeared underneatht he fabric, revealing nothing of his identity." }, { "author": "Pnumbru the Corpseweaver", "message": "\"Thanks, Lummox! Now, you be a good boy and watch the bones while I'm away - wouldn't want them getting charred, would we,\" Pnumbru said, smiling and admiring himself in the mirror. He did look oh-so-mysterious in this cloak! \"Oh, and, um, clean That Up while I'm out.\"\n\nHe gestured to the piles of flesh and the smears of blood all over the floor in the kitchen. \"Its starting to stink. Oh, and one more thing before I go!\"\n\nGetting up on his tippy toes, he made grabby hands at Lummox and smiled. \"Kiss!\"\n\nPnumbru left his thrall to clean up the remains of the body and made his way to the nearest tavern, where he spotted a group of adventurers. As Gideon passed him and loudly proclaimed his drink order, the boy got a fun idea for some light mischief. He waved over a barmaiden and told her to bring all of the adventurers eying the quest board a full bottle of absinthe. It was a specialty that was infused with many herbs and plant roots grown in the area which also happened to be quite potent.\n\n\"Don't say who it was from though,\" The boy said, flashing her his sweetest little smile and putting a finger to his lips. \"I'm a shy bean~\"" }, { "author": "Ara Hana Miriyani", "message": "Ara had arrived in Emyn Ael over a month ago, and she had chosen to stay on as the resident bard at The Emerald for a few weeks. It was how she earned money to fund her travels across Eluaria, and in this case, she enjoyed the company of the staff in the inn immensely. \n\nAs she sang, she keenly observed as one adventurer after another entered the tavern and went to the bar asking questions. She was also aware of the rumours that had been floating around the town; it was why she had come in the first place. And tonight was starting to fell like the night she would get some of her questions answered. \n\nHowever, she didn't want to reveal her interest immediately. So she kept singing and watching the crowd. There were at least a few people in the crowd who had caught her eye; the towering figure in full armour who was heading toward the bar, and the cloaked stranger currently speaking to the barmaid. Something about the cloaked figure's aura put her off, but she couldn't figure out what it was. \n\nSo for now, she decided to wait till she was done with her set. Then the musicians would take over for the rest of the evening, and she'd be able to have a look around." }, { "author": "Aluriel Ralovar", "message": "As she saw the tall snake-woman walk into the tavern, she positioned herself so that she would be the one to serve her drinks. Something about the confident aura surrounding her made it clear that she was a capable fighter. And that was just what Aluriel needed. \n\n\"It's lovely to meet you Svilena Vihur. I'm Aluriel Ralovar, the owner of The Emerald. It's lovely to have you here,\" Aluriel said in greeting. \"Also, before we get to discussing business, do you want anything to drink or eat? It's best to place your order ahead of time.\"\n\nAluriel waited for a response about the food and drink, then assigned the appropriate tasks to Rhiannon and Eowyn, before turning back to Svilena to address the questions she had asked. \n\nAluriel took a look at the issue of the Plumage Gazette that had been placed on the table and gave a wry chuckle. \"Seems like our little town has been put on the map for the wrong thing,\" She said. Then she looked back up at Svilena. \n\n\"About this, the rumours are true. In addition to owning this tavern, I'm also a healer of sorts. I tend to the minds of the townsfolk using my magic. And many of them have been having the same nightmare about the ruins of Morikinda. It has gotten so bad, that even visitors to the city have been affected.\" She spoke in a low voice so her words wouldn't carry past the bar. \n\n\"It almost feels like a blanket of darkness has been settling over our town. The once happy and carefree residents are now careful and suspicious. The bustling streets are empty. And the merchants at the weekly market are getting fewer and fewer each week. It's so bad that we've had some disappearances in the town. Folks are leaving their homes in search of somewhere less foreboding.\" Every word from her mouth carried a deep sadness. Emyn Ael had been her home for close to 20 years now, and it pained her deeply to see it in such a state." }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "As Aileryn and Svilena spoke inside, Da'leryn walked up to the stranger who had tied his horse and carriage to the post. As he approached, he could see the man gathering his things and talking to his horse. So he gave him a few moments to finish up before stopping him at the door of the tavern. \n\n\"Oy, you there. Ye can't just leave your horse and carriage like this. I'm the stable master for this inn, and we have a well furnished stable around the back, and space to store your carriage. If ye don't mind, I'll be taking your horse and carriage there for safe keeping. You just remember to discuss the boarding fee with Miss Aluriel; the owner. She's the elf behind the bar with the fiery red hair. Understood?\"\n\nOnce he got a nod from the stranger, he left the man to head on into the tavern and set about the business of tending to his horse and wagon." }, { "author": "Aluriel Ralovar", "message": "Just as they were about to continue their conversation about the Gazette, the main doors flung open, and an average sized man waltzed in. \n\nShe watched him curiously as he plopped himself into the seat beside Svilena and flipped a copper coin onto the table. Without a word, she nodded in his direction and took the coin. \n\n\"Rhannon! The gentleman over here needs a mug of our strongest ale,\" She called to her barkeep. Once the order had been placed, she was about to turn back to Svilena when the man held up another copy of the Plumage Gazette; only this time, it was a simple clipping of the story about their town.\n\nShe looked at him and rose an eyebrow. \"It is worth something. But only to the people who solve our problem. What skills do you have to take on this quest?\" She asked. She kept her tone low and even so as not to cause offence to a potential adventurer. \n\nAs she waited for a response from the new man, she noticed the towering knight from earlier making his way toward them. He had been the subject of a lot of gossip earlier in the day. So when he came to the tavern, she had decided to keep an eye on him. \n\nWhen he spoke up about responding to a commission, Aluriel held out her hand for the paper and looked at it. Surprisingly, it was the same cut-out of the Plumage Gazette. And in that moment, Aluriel beamed. One adventurer was promising, but three? They might actually be able to pull it off. \n\n\"Okay. It seems like we have multiple people who are interested in this quest. So lets retire to my private room. I wouldn't want anyone to overhear our conversation. Is that alright with all of you?\" She asked." }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "The barmaid who attended to Pnumbru nodded at his request and smiled. \"That is very kind of you Miss. A bottle of absinthe costs 1 silver coin. Would you prefer to pay now? Or at the end of your evening?\" She asked. \n\nAt his addition, her smile widened. \"Don't worry! I won't say anything. A good deed deserves it's reward.\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "'So at least two others are interested in this situation, suppose having numbers helps...' Svilena thought, casting a look over at Gideon, the doctor seemed to be rougher shapes while when it came to the heavily armored knight - the lurking aura touched her quickly as she tensed up. Not in fear, but it was more akin to being threatened and thus her pupil narrowed towards the armored fellow.\n\nBeing the sort of being she was, Svilena might have bared her fangs and hissed towards him - but it was only his very unpleasant aura that was setting her off. She chose to remain on guard, and focus back onto Aluriel, having listened to the woman explain the various troubles facing the town and its locals.\n\n\"I believe for now I'll have one of your light meads for the time being... Suppose we'll all have to take our drinks with us\" She remarked, nodding her head \"Do lead on Miss Aluriel.\"\n\nShe had come here to address the matter at hand, and she was going to do just that. Though Svilena did hope that the other two would be also be able to assist, if they were all going to be working together." }, { "author": "Gideon Phisher", "message": "Gideon paid no attention to the person alerting him of the fee he'd need to pay for the cart, after all if he ignored it, he avoided it\n\nBeing handed his ale, he would take a drink, it was bitter, very little honey taste and mostly fermented, it wasn't the best, then again, meads, ales, and beer where never his favorite, but he drank anyways, because after all he did spend money on it, and he'd need it too, after all the looming presence of one particular being which he despised the most happened to now have a leering presence, to some this would be a threatening one, to Gideon, it was a constant annoying reminder\n\nAs he turned around to face Severus, he was unappreciative of the nickname, but he was one to clap back, as always\n\n\"Is there something I can do for you dipshit?\"\n\nHe says to him, his tone quite cold but sarcastic as always, he points to his head and continues\n\n\"Forget how to get to the collage? Figured as much\"\n\nHe says, snatching the paper off the board \n\n\"Dumbass\"\n\nHe says, not hiding his distaste for Severus, though considering how much he hates the undead, he seemed quite tolerant of Severus, perhaps because of his drive to become knowledgeable as opposed to others who seek simple power\n\n\"I know what your here for, we are all here for it I think, follow the damn reptile\"\n\nHe says, pointing at the serpent lady\n\nThough Gideon did notice that the aura effected the others as well, most anyways, he conjured some holy light in his hand and pondered for a moment, before secretly casting a bit of it\n\nThe magic was healing, but it left behind what could only be described as a residue, or possibly a blessing, in hopes that it would counter this aura of threat so the others would not seek him as a target should combat arise" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "The aura might have caused doctor Phisher to act so rebelliously, Severus guessed. Since he did not know how strong the negative Aura could affect, he had only tested on a few unfortunate objects. A dog, scared off to insensibility. Another healthy man, threatened to extreme fear. A Gideon Phisher, extreme rude and anger? Perhaps. Severus knew that Gideon was known for his rudeness anyways. So he could not conclude it, but did not feel disappointed at all. He did not notice the serect cast after all.\n\nEarlier in the tavern, he had observed a few folks reacted to him when he first entered the tavern. That was the reason why he had sat at a corner so no one had accidentally touched him. At the moment, he stealthy stared his fiery carmine eyes at the so-looking tavern-owner and the Reptilian Woman. He tried to catch any moment that he could for his conclusion about the range of influence as well as their reaction. Unfortunately, the small movement of the Serpant Woman's pupils was too difficult to observe so Severus thought that she was capable of overcoming his power. That was incredible, the Dark Knight thought.\n\nOf all the overthinking caused many of Gideon's words to fall on the Knight's deaf ear,\n\n\"Uh huh?.. Going to school when there's still too many things to deal with is not a good idea. Like you should have made lots of money for being a physican but... I don't think you've ever made process,\" He intentionally mocked the Doctor about his poor status.\n\n\"That'll work,\" Severus looked at the Elf, \"I'm Severus Lavendrature, pleasure to meet you.\"\n\n\"And you as well. We'll make a perfect team,\" He affirmed.\n\nIn the Knight's mind, he knew that companionship would get him to a higher level of success. He was extremely confident in his ability for the quest. So confident that he felt like nothing could stop him for the time being. With a quick thought, the reward for clearing the ruin of Morikinda was not his only intention dor joining this quest. What really got his attention was... A powerful creature residing inside the ruin. A demon? They had gone for eterny already as the local folks told. Dark Elf? There was no way they could perform such a maleficent intimidation, perhaps. Another Undead...? Elder Lich? Or even an Overlord one? Vampire?.. A stupid human mage or necromancer. Severus stared into the blank space as his mind flooded with guesses.\n\nHe left out a quick soft chuckle about his insane guess. Some might notice him chuckling including the adventurers and the tavern-owner. That said, they would never be able to guess why did he chuckle like that.\n\nThe noises of the laughing, calling and speaking sounds in the tavern were like carrying the Dark Knight's mind away. All of the guessings earlier were quickly replaced by a pretty dim memory. It was showing an eeire place, the corridor with unlit torches. That memory lived a short time. Things confusingly changed scene. To some weapon racks with a shiny beautiful fragment of a spear-head. Its edge was so sharp as obsidian, it was shining as the sun. So bright that it could blind anyone who looked directly at it.\n\nAll the chains of strange scenes suddenly broke apart like a shattering mirror by something, brought Severus back to reality..." }, { "author": "Pnumbru the Corpseweaver", "message": "He watched as all these characters interacted with one another and took down some mental notes of their temperments and what little relationships were budding between them. Relationships were so fascinating to the boy, like little flowers that leaned this way and that for sunlight and branched out their roots in accord with every little pebble and droplet of water. Any thing, really, could set them on a wildly different path and, well, alcohol was no little thing. Perhaps they would become the best of friends, or be at each others throats by the nights end?\n\n\"Aren't you just a peach? I can pay now,\" The boy said, giving the barmaid a bright smile and producing a silver coin and enough coppers to buy a drink for himself and still leave a sizeable tip. \"And for myself I will have a mead. The change is yours - for keeping that little secret between us girls~\"\n\nPnumbru waited patiently for his drink and decided that he didn't need the food nearly as much as he wanted to watch this whole scene play out. Would it be a bit too hasty to insert himself? Perhaps, but what was fun without a little danger to oneself? He had brought his most evil cloak, the one that hid his face and made him look oh-so-mysterious and imposing. Yes, he would be thr silent, mysterious type who did not speak, only nodded or shook their head. This was starting to get so fun! He could hardly wait for his drink to arrive so he could slip into their conversation\n\nThere was also aomething he wanted to inspect further: a large knight with a foreboding aura. He was intrigued. This aura was the result of some very dark magics and there was an appreciation of the amount of work that went into crafting an aura powerful enough to be felt across a large tavern. Like how a carpenter might notice an especially well-crafted chair that others simply sat themself on and remarked, \"Oh, what a comfortable chair.\" He saw the craftsmanship in this particularly offputting aura and it set his mind to turning. Perhaps his little games would produce something practical, after all? A business relationship of sorts." }, { "author": "Ara Hana Miriyani", "message": "Ara watched as she started the last song of her set. First one, then two and then three patrons joined Lady Aluriel at the bar. By their demeanour and the papers they were handing her, she assumed they had come here for the same reason she had; the story in the Plumage Gazette. And that meant she was right - She would be getting some answers tonight after all. \n\nFrom her body language, she could tell that her employer was pleased about the adventurers. And that boded well for her. But the tension she witnessed between the seated man and the hulking knight made her question if they were going to get along as a group. They had to if this was going to succeed. \n\nIt was also concerning that all of the patrons the knight had walked past seemed to be terrified even though he never made a threatening move toward them. There were many questions to be answered about this group." }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "The barmaid serving Pnumbru beamed at the complement. She was eager to do her job well and having such a generous guest put her in a good mood. \"Thank you miss,\" She said as she took the silver coin and 10 coppers from the young lady. When she looked at the money, her eyes widened at the tip. \"Thank you so much miss. This is so generous of you. I'm glad you decided to visit us tonight,\" She said honestly. \n\nAnd with that, she set off back to the bar to set the money for the drinks in the cash drawer and get the drinks for both the adventurer group and Pnumbru. She got Pnumbru's drink first and went to serve it to him, before heading back to the bar to get the bottle of Absinthe from the back room for the group of adventurers.\n\nAfter Aluriel placed the order of light mead for Svilena, Rihannon got a large pint glass and filled it with the appropriate mead. Just as she finished, Aluriel called out for another drink. \"I'll get right on it Miss Liri, she said as she served Svilena her drink. \n\nShe then went to get another glass for the newcomer, and filled it with the strongest mead they had on hand. And she discreetly delivered it to them as they continued their conversation about the quest. \n\nOnce she was done, Eowyn placed two steaming plates of food on the sil of the service window. \"Two plates of potato and leek stew ready! Ask Miss Liri where to serve them, and then come back for the mashed potatoes with beef,\" He said as Rihannon approached the window. \n\nRihannon nodded and went over to Aluriel to confirm which patrons had requested what." }, { "author": "Aluriel Ralovar", "message": "When Rihannon called her attention, she gave the adventurers a meaningful look and said, \"Excuse me,\" As she turned to face Rihannon. \n\n\"The two at the table next to the main door ordered the potato and leek stew. And that lady in the centre table in front of Ara ordered the mashed potatoes and beef. I need to retire to my private room to talk to these adventurers. So please take over for me for the rest of the night,\" She said." }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "Rihannon nodded and went about serving the waiting dishes. It wasn't a terribly busy night given the circumstances. So filling in for Aluriel wouldn't be too much of a pain." }, { "author": "Aluriel Ralovar", "message": "Once she had handed over the rest of her tasks to Rihannon, she turned back to the group of adventurers. \"I'm sorry for the interruption. I've dealt with the rest of my responsibilities for the evening so we can get going.\" Just as she finished speaking, the effects of the Knight's dark aura finally hit her. \n\nMaybe it was because of the nature of her magic, but unlike the other's she didn't feel fear or threat. She just felt a deep sense of discomfort. Like something unpleasant was about to happen; but she couldn't tell what. So for now, she ignored it. \n\n\"Yes, you will. And if you need anything else, I can always call one of the servers or barmaids. So you can still get anything you require,\" She said in response to Svilena's comment. \n\nBefore she could get a confirmation from the other adventurers, the seated man and the knight started bickering. However, instead of interfering, she chose to let the confrontation play out. It would give her some insight into the temperaments of the people she would be recruiting. \n\n'So he's brazen as well as rude... This should be a delight,' Aluriel thought to herself. 'And the knight wants to go to college. Sihirisium college? If so, he just became much more interesting...\"\n\nShe listened on, and had to hold back a chuckle when the knight mocked the physician about his earnings. 'And they know each other. That should spice things up. I have a forthright warrior, a rude doctor and an unusual knight with a dark aura. If the dynamic between them doesn't collapse, this might actually work.' \n\nThe knight's introduction brought her out of her thoughts. \"Fantastic. It is lovely to meet you Severus. And thank you for joining us. Now that we're all in agreement, let's go.\" \n\nShe swept her hand out toward the end of the bar where the hallway to her backroom was located. And then started on her way in that direction; she knew the others would follow." }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "Before Aluriel had cleared the bar, the barmaid who had served Pnumbru stopped her and informed her about the bottle of Absynthe from an anonymous buyer. \n\nThe news surprised Aluriel, but she took it in stride and instructed the barmaid to bring it into her private room. She would share the news with the party once they were all seated. \n\nThe barmaid nodded and headed off to get some glasses and a tray to serve the guests." }, { "author": "Aluriel Ralovar", "message": "She turned back to the group and smiled apologetically, \"Sorry for the interruption. I'll explain when we get inside.\" Then she turned and got out from behind the bar. Once she was in the open, she turned left and led them all back toward the staff-only area and her private room." }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "Seeing her other likely 'companions' already somewhat at each others' throats made the serpent sigh mentally - though she returned her focus to Aluriel and nodded her head to the woman's words. Though they were halted by a few minor things, Svilena nevertheless quietly followed Aluriel into the private room so they might discuss the matter at hand more closely.\n\nShe did ponder how the other two would get along once they did set out proper." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Whatever the dim memory was, it must be a good sight of him becoming better. At least at some aspects. He concluded.\n\nSeverus slightly chuckled because of Gideon's act after that, they would have to work as a team anyways.\n\n\"Let's do this.\"\n\nOne little detail that caught Severus' attention was a barmaid stopped to talk to the Owner about something. Was that something important or not? Whatever...\n\nHe clenched his fists and wriggled his wrists a bit as a way to relax his muscles. Thought there was something bothered his inner mind. The Bar-owner was not affected as well. Maybe there were tons of people who could neglect his power. No animosity, things would be easier for him. Quickly, Severus followed behind the two to the mysterious backroom of the tavern." }, { "author": "Pnumbru the Corpseweaver", "message": "The boy beamed back at the barmaid and smiled. She seemed quite simple, but not in a bad way. She had not even questioned his order and had done an exemplary job flattering her. He found himself almost always sizing up potential sources for his many ingredients and, were it to come to that, he might actually feel bad about harvesting her. As she returned with his mead he thanked her kindly and turned his attention back to the group.\n\nThey were getting ready to go into a back room to discuss their business. He would very much like to be in the room where it happens. To know what they would discuss and if they would enjoy his special gift. This quest, after all, was for his entertainment now. Pnumbru downed his mead in one long sip and after setting it down right side up, he flipped it over and rested the glass upside down.\n\n\"Well, time to insert myself,\" He said, drawing up the hood on his robe and practicing the deepest, most mysterious sounding voice he could muster. It would do with the cloak and he would speak only as much as necessary. The real art to it was to give them nothing and let their imaginations fill in the blanks. Was he a mysterious assassin or a warlock, perhaps? That was up to them. \n\nPnumbru walked up to the group and stood there until they began venturing into the mysterious backroom of the tavern and said nothing. He followed like he belonged there with them." }, { "author": "Gideon Phisher", "message": "Gideon knew that the rest of the would be group of adventurers would need to be able to cooperate even if they where not entirely comparable, and he knew, being the only other person with some semblance of a weapon, was to be paired with Severus, as a warrior of the group\n\n\"Well this is just great\"\n\nHe grabbed all his equipment that he was taking, and walked towards the back room, taunting his hand to usher Severus to follow\n\n\"Come on dipshit\"\n\nHe says in a condescending tone as he begun his walk towards the private meeting place" }, { "author": "Ara Hana Miriyani", "message": "As she was completing her last song, she saw the cloaked figure from earlier down their drink and head over to join the rest of the adventurers. Despite the bad feeling she had gotten earlier, the fact that the cloaked figure was also interested in the quest made her question her original assessment. \n\n' If they want to help solve the town's problem, then they can't be all bad. Maybe it was just in my head...' She thought to herself as the last words left her lips. \n\nFinally done with her set, she bowed to the crowd and was met with a flurry of applause from them. This part of being an entertainer was her favourite. The high of public appreciation was second to none. \n\nWhen she stood, she waved to the crowd and thanked them for their generosity. And then turned to musicians to wish them a good evening, before getting her key harp and hopping off the stage. \n\nNow free for the rest of the evening, she made her way to join the group of people her patron was leading to the back. She caught up to them just as Miss Aluriel opened the door of her private room to let them in." }, { "author": "Aluriel Ralovar", "message": "Standing at the door, she held it open for her guests. As they entered, one at a time, she directed them to take a seat on any of the available chairs around the table in front of them. \n\nHer private room was usually used for patient appointments or business meetings, so it was well furnished. On the far left of the room, there was a large desk with a comfortable looking chair behind it, and three chairs in front of it. Directly ahead of them was a separate meeting table with eight chairs placed around it. The opposite wall sported a fireplace that warmed the room. While multiple bookshelves were placed against the wall that housed the door. \n\nFirst was Svilena, and then the doctor, while the knight came up the rear. However, much to her surprise, there was a cloaked figure who seemed to be following them. And Ara was coming behind the figure as well. \n\nShe stopped the cloaked figure at the door and asked. \"Is there a reason you're following the others into my private room? I don't remember inviting you.\" She was blunt and straight to the point. \n\nFor the moment, she ignored Ara. They had spoken about the quest when she arrived in Emyn Ael, so she had already planned to invite her to join them after informing the adventurers." }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "As this was happening, Rihannon served the last of the food orders, and finally took a moment to rest. She had overheard the conversation between Aluriel and the adventurers; and it had sparked some hope in her. Finally, someone was going to do something about the curse plaguing their town. She silently prayed that the group would be successful. \n\nThe barmaid, Terra, on the other hand, was just finishing with her preparations for the group. A large tray was on the bar with the bottle of Absynth, a bowl of sliced limes, and four tumblers. \"Now to deliver the gift,\" She mumbled though a smile, as she picked up the tray and carefully made her way to Miss Aluriel's private room.\n\nHowever, when she turned the corner and saw Ara and the other lady who had ordered the drink for the group, she turned around. \n\n'I'll need two more glasses if they're gonna be joining,' She thought to herself as she placed the tray back on the bar and searched for two more tumblers for the additional guests." }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "She strolled into the room first, choosing a seat that would allow her the best view of all coming into the room itself - just as she found her seat did she begin to overhear the arrival of some possible 'unwelcome' company if she had to guess by the tone of Aluriel's voice. Svilena would glance over in the direction, just able to make out the odd robed figure, and what appeared to be a young maiden just behind them.\n\nShe gripped her staff, and crossed her large legs as she watched things unfold - though she did appear to step in if it was likely needed - she doubted anyone wished to waste anymore time." }, { "author": "Gideon Phisher", "message": "Gideon soon entered the backroom, he took a look at the snake lady, she was the calmest of the group and so, while only a hint, some respect was given, as for everyone else\n\nHe took a look back, he knew Severus of course, then Aluriel, but what followed was a hooded figure that likely wasn't even going on the quest, though he didn't know for certain, so he stood in place and waited for the hooded figure to pass by, as untrustworthy figures, even just on the outside, could cause problems\n\nThen lastly, another girl, he never saw her before but, go figure, most of the people here where strangers, she at least seemed more normal than everyone else, a pretty face in the crowd, though, he knew his luck, and also knew she likely wasn't normal, because that's the kind of people he always finds himself around... Weirdos\n\nThe thought of this made him audibly sigh, but he covered his mouth as he didn't mean for his thoughts to get out\n\n\"This little hooded... Creature... I sure hope isn't just here to make trouble, well, actually, getting paid to babysit wouldn't be half bad\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus was following just behind the doc, nodded as he when passed the welcoming Tavern Owner as a thanks to her. He had greater gestures compared to him in the past. So much better.\n\n\"Calling someone is a Creature Is a little bit rude, innit?\" He slightly smirked, they were all \"Creatures\" For Severus anyways.\n\n\"Though we are not interacting with mindless objects.\"\n\nHe pulled up a chair near the said table. That chair must be ensured that it would not break while he was sitting, but that wouldn't happen. One of his hand rested on the table while the other one was on his iron-clad toned-looking thigh. He would simply look at the direction of the entrance to the private room to really see what was happening. That mysterious lady had some good \"Life energy wave\" With her. It was distinguishable from the rest of the tavern. None of the drunkards laughing and drinking out there was emitting a charming force of life, nor the doc friend. The Serpant lady on the other hand was slightly different...\n\nFor a moment, Severus thought about how could he tell the difference between two waves of life energy coming from different individuals... Their hardihood? Their life time? Hardly could Severus tell. He needed to do it more... More experiments.\n\nThe recently appeared girl, obviously, was quite normal for Severus. Really normal. The resting hand on the table occasionally rubbed its surface. The table's quality was great, even thought Severus always had his gloves on, he could tell that by the colour, the rings and the real size the tree used to be. It was described secretly through the look of the table, though was not too hard to notice. Then once again, Severus turned his attention to the unwelcomed newcomer.\n\nFrom a normal person's point of view, the situation might be extremely intense. A Serpant warrior and a Knight sitting at the table one staring and one glancing. A standing physician for no reason decided not to take a seat as was mumbling weird words. There was actually no need to put yourself in the shoes of a normal person to see this, those were the really ordinary things that Severus saw through his dead eyes." }, { "author": "Pnumbru the Corpseweaver", "message": "Ack, sh-shit... A critical failure! Pnumbru found himself stopped the owner of the tavern immediately and realized that he had made the blunder of assuming that this meeting was a lot less well organized than it appeared to be. Immediately feeling fooling for having stuck his neck out in such a way, the boy's mind scrambled for a way to fix this. I could just turn around and leave, but perhaps one last saving throw is in order...\n\nThe small, silent figure slowly reached for their hood in such a way that a few, brief moments seemed drawn out to an excruciating degree. The suspense of who, or What Could possibly be beneath that robe seemed to mount until suddenly the hood was lowered to reveal what could likely be assumed to be a young maiden who had tears dotting the corners of her eyes as she looked up at Aluriel and blushed. \n\n\"I... I am sorry, I just thought that I could... M-maybe... Be of assistance,\" She said, delicate voice trembling as she clasped her hands to her chest. A slight tremor went through her and she looked down and off to the side. \"I have never been on a quest before and I... I... G-got nervous! I have never seen such a band of powerful adventurers before and I didn't know what to do so I thought I sh-should try and act tough, t-too...\"\n\nOkay, fake tears and a decent sob story. Even if this doesn't work, I'm still pretty damn proud of myself. It needs a little something, though...\n\nThat was when Pnumbru spotted Terra, preparing the glasses and the bottle of absynth. Beautiful, wonderful, oh-so-handy Terra. She just might be that little something. Turning towards the barmaid, Pnumbru forced himself to blush slightly.\n\n\"I had also prepared a present, I have heard that b-big, strong adventurers enjoy strong drinks, but I wanted it to be anonymous.\"" }, { "author": "Ara Hana Miriyani", "message": "Ara was coming up the rear and stopped in her tracks as soon as Aluriel stopped the cloaked figure at the door. Aluriel's words to the cloacked figure brought the unsettling feeling Ara had experienced earlier back to the forefront of her mind. \n\n'So they weren't invited? So why were they trying to sneak in?' She thought to herself as she watched the altercation silently. \n\nWhen the hooded figure revealed themselves and spoke, Ara rose an eyebrow. 'Why would a new fighter think they would survive a quest like this?' They would just be a hinderance. The story wasn't adding up. \n\nWhen the hooded figure turned back to the bar, and mentioned the gift, she finally got a glimpse of their face. 'A young lady? Did she really think bribery was going to get her into the room?,\n\nPerplexed, she waited for Aluriel's response." }, { "author": "Aluriel Ralovar", "message": "She waited patiently for the cloaked figure to respond to her question. The long, drawn-out move to take off the hood confused her, but it didn't distract her enough to make her forget what she had asked. \n\nWhen the hood finally came down, and the face of a crying young maiden was revealed, her confusion about the situation increased. Who was this young lady and why was she in tears?\n\nThe explanation she gave was somewhat plausible, but the delivery made the decision for Aluriel. If this lady was shaking and in tears at the prospect of just talking to them, she wouldn't last on a mission that would likely be quite dangerous; given the rumours of Morikinda and the content of the people's dreams. \n\nBefore she could speak, the young lady mentioned a gift. 'Ah... So this is the person who sent the bottle for us..' She thought to herself. \n\n\"Thank you for your interest in this quest. We all appreciate it. But I am only looking for experienced adventurers at the moment. This is not a quest for first-time adventurers. However, as a thank you for your generosity, please let the bartender, Rihannon, know that I said you are to receive a free meal and mead or ale of your choice.\"\n\nAs she spoke, swept out her free hand toward the bar. She hoped it would be enough to deter the to-be-adventurer. She really didn't want to delay their conversation about the quest further." }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "As Aluriel and Pnumbru spoke, Terra found the two extra glasses she was looking for and placed them on the tray. Then finally ready, she picked up the tray again and made her way toward the back room to serve the drinks. \n\nShe turned the corner just in time to hear Aluriel thanking Pnumbru for her interest, and offering her free service. \n\n\"I'm here Miss Aluriel,\" She said brightly. \"I see our generous guest decided to see you herself! I'd be happy to take care of serving her for the rest of the evening of that's okay with you?\"" }, { "author": "Aluriel Ralovar", "message": "Aluriel looked up and smiled when she heard Terra's voice, \"Ah, Terra, here you are,\" She said, as she moved out of the doorway to allow the barmaid access to the office. \n\nOnce Terra was inside the room, she paused for a moment to consider the offer. \"Actually, that would be wonderful. You can let Rihannon and Eowyn know that her food and drinks are on the house.\"\n\nNow that the situation seemed to be settled, she looked back to Pnumbru and asked, \"Would that be alright with you, miss?\"" }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "After entering the office, Terra set the tray down on the table and started serving the guests in turn. \n\n\"Of course Miss Aluriel,\" She replied. She didn't know that the cloaked woman was trying to join the party of adventurers at this point. So she carried on with her business without paying much attention to the conversation around her. \n\nMeanwhile, as Aluriel waited for a response from her mysterious cloaked guest, Da'leryn opened the main door of the tavern and walked in. It was past the time for visitors, and he was ready to relax for the night. \n\nHe made his way to the bar, but just before taking a seat, he noticed the group of people standing in front of Aluriel's office. Curious, he altered his path toward them. \n\nWhen he got close enough, he realised that she was having a conversation with one of the patrons. So he stood by the wall and waited for it to be over." }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "The tone of the odd 'maiden' sounded perhaps a tad too forced - least in Svilena's opinion, recalling a few so called actors she had met during her travels as a bard before becoming a Bhante - but they did seem rather small to want to join them.\n\n'Well perhaps they have their own set of skills, even the Dwarves are known for their might - and they never let their height get the better of them' She thought ot herself. She did eye the drink that was being offered to her and the others in the group, but she clicked her tongue upon catching a faint hint of the smell of it.\n\nAbsynth wasn't to her personal tastes, and she had already put in an order for a meal and some light mead - she enjoyed the mead of the Corol Ambo region - and she'd rather be sober for this discussion. Thus she'd make sure to politely refuse the drink whenever Terra came around." }, { "author": "Gideon Phisher", "message": "\"Go Home Child, we don't want to have to-\"\n\nHe stops abruptly, the presence of alcohol was in fact the key to his heart, as he leaned back in his chair\n\n\"Well now hold on, maybe this little guy CAN be useful, how'd you know I drink myself half to death\"\n\nThough this was a serious issue of his, he never changed, picking up the small glass he put it up to his nose and recoiled slightly \n\n\"Wohohoho, Absinth, don't drink it if you can't handle your shit!\"\n\nHe takes it into the air as if giving a cheer in hopes of their soon so come fortune of this adventure they will share together, downs it in a gulp and makes a face of disgust, then satisfaction \n\n\"Ahhh, herbal, anybody have some mint leaves\"\n\nHe leans back again, looking at the tiny person who had ordered their drinks\n\n\"Let's seee... Small stature... Could be an assassin but I see no visible weapon... Not that muscular either... A mage I take it?\"\n\nHe points to the tiny person, then shrugs\n\n\"I say we take whatever help we can get, if they get hurt, I'm a doctor, and if they die, well, we will let this asshole deal with it\"\n\nHe says, patting Severus on the shoulder before shaking him a bit" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "What kind of logic that girl was using. Severus had no idea. At the moment when she believed that \"Big, strong adventurers enjoy strong drinks\", Severus wanted to laugh at her as out loud as possible. Though, he tried his best no to show everyone his insane side that sometimes went out of control. At the end, he only chuckled a bit. The alcohol would never have a single effect on the mighty Dark Knight.\n\nIn the realm of heroes, not every warrior like strong drinks, and not every adventurer was \"Living\". However, Severus had no disagree in letting the petite girl to join as a true adventurer also needed to pave the way for their future adventure. He turned slightly around to see if there was any window here then glanced at the Serpent lady for a short moment when she refused the free drink. Gideon, on the other hand, was obviously in love with it. No need to say, if someone wanted to take that doc down, they would just have to give him a barrel of ale or whatever.\n\nWhen the drink was offered to the Dark Knight, he would thank the waitress before picking up his own glass of Absinthe. Noticing how the faint-hearted waitress recoiled a little bit in fear. He didn't feel annoyed or odd at all when seeing so. As a matter of fact, that was a really normal react he was expecting everyone to have but... Some of the people here simply overcame it.\n\nAs Gideon gave a cheer and then chugged his drink, Severus would also not hiding any hesitation as he raised the glass as well. Though many might wonder how would he drink when the helmet was still on, that was not a problem as long as it was liquid. A drink would be liquid so he could just pour it right into the rectangle holes on the metal helmet. The absinthe would be just strangely sucked inside neatly just like there was a black hole inside. In fact, the mystery behind that magic was just Severus turning the liquid into \"Mist\" And stored it somewhere else... And the \"Somewhere else\" Already had a bucket waiting to be filled. He had got a bucket while he was looking for the tavern. No one even thought that it would be useful in such a situation.\n\nFinishing all of the sophisticated process of drinking as an Undead, he gently placed the glass on the table and lift his hand away.\n\n\"I couldn't agree more,\" He replied Gideon.\n\nHe slightly chuckled while pretending to be affected by the absinthe. That was quite amusing, he thought." }, { "author": "bado_kun", "message": "\"O-Oh, I see...\" Pnumbru said, seeming slightly disappointed but not wanting to overplay his hand just yet. There was a way to turn even a defeat at this particular juncture into a victory towards whatever future plans he had. But it all depended on him properly setting the screne for the adventurers. \"That is very kind of you, but... U-um...\"\n\nThe boy put on his best concerned face and it was rather convincing. Pnumbru could be quite the convincing actor. Usually he used his abilities for the purposes of seducing men, but this also seemed like a very good application of those abilities. He looked at all of the adventurers, making sure that they would get a good look at his face. He needed them to remember him. \n\n\"What if somebody gets hurt? I may not be very experienced, but I am a traveling alchemist and a healer. I just thought that, if I came along, at least I could be of assistance if something bad happened. I know that I am not big, or strong, but... I want to be an adventurer someday, too.\"\n\nOkaaaay, pretty good lie, but now what are you going to do if they ask for potions? I suppose I could steal some from the local alchemist and pass them off. Nobody better get seriously hurt, though, I doubt I could heal more than a few cuts and they're definitely gonna notice me conjuring the undead to do it...\n\nNow all that was left was to see how the party would rule. Would they decide to allow this timid, inexperienced little healer along on their first outing, or politely decline her offer? Either way, this would not be the last they would see of him. Pnumbru would be making sure of that." }, { "author": "Ara Hana Miriyani", "message": "She watched the exchange quietly; silently hoping her patron would react the way she was expecting. She didn't have any logical explanation, but something about the girl in front of her just felt off. And Ara had learned to trust that feeling. \n\nSo when Miss Aluriel gracefully rejected the offer for the mysterious girl to join them, she relaxed somewhat. What she didn't know, was that her relief was going to be short-lived. \n\nThe sound of movement behind her caught her attention, and she glanced behind her to see Terra approaching with a large tray in hand. 'Well, at least this is going to be an interesting evening,' She thought to herself as she watched the barmaid walk past her. \n\nSeeing an opportunity to avoid standing, she followed Terra into the office and took a seat beside the hulking knight. It put her close to the door in case anything happened with the cloaked lady. She spared a glance at the man who was standing on the other side of the door, but her eyes didn't linger for long. \n\nTerra's demeanour and tone, made it clear that she thought highly of their mystery lady. Which to Ara meant one of two things; either her impression of the cloaked lady was wrong, or she was a good actress. Only time would tell which of those was right. \n\nWhen the standing man finally took a seat and spoke, she looked his way. 'Ah... An alcoholic... How convenient..' She thought to herself. Of course there had to be one person here who would be swayed by drink. 'One more person to look out for then.'\n\nShe continued listening to him, and was surprised to find that he seemed to be observant despite his love of alcohol. 'And he's a doctor... An alcoholic doctor... Well then.' \n\nWhen he made the comment about the knight 'taking care of it', she arched an eyebrow curiously. Did the knight have some special ability that would help revive a dead person? If so, this group was turning out to be more Interesting Than she had initially expected.\n\n.\nWhen the knight agreed with the motion to allow the mysterious woman into their group, Ara had to work to hide her displeasure. 'Are all men so easily swayed by drink?' She though to herself. Her last hope was the third member of the party; the reptilian woman who had been quiet up till now. \n\nShe had expected the knight to take off his helmet after his drink was served. So when she saw him pour it Through The holes in the helmet, she couldn't hold back the shock that flashed across her features. \n\nWhile recovering from the surprise of seeing how the knight consumed his drinks, she heard the cloaked woman start speaking again. So she turned her attention back to the door. \n\n'That would make three healers in our group... If they agree to let her join the quest,' Ara thought to herself. Three healers seemed a bit much, but they didn't know what they were walking into; so it might end up being to their benefit. 'I still don't trust her... But I can't deny that she might end up being helpful...'\n\nShe was also new to the group, so she kept her thoughts to herself for now. She didn't want to be presumptuous. 'I'll just have to keep an eye on her.'" }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "As Ara walked into the office after Terra, the only ones left outside the room were the cloaked maiden and Da'leryn. He was there to satisfy his curiosity, but he also had an official report to make to Miss Aluriel; so he didn't feel too guilty about eavesdropping on their conversation. \n\nTo get a better position, he moved a few steps closer to the office and then resumed his waiting. \n\nMeanwhile, inside the office, Terra opened the bottle of Absynth and went round to the far end of the table to start serving their drinks. First in line was Svilena. After receiving a polite refusal, she moved on to the next chair to serve Gideon. \n\nAs she served his drink and listened to him, she quickly realised that they were discussing the charming lady that had bought the bottle for them. At this point, she decided to listen attentively. If there was any way she could help the sweet woman, she would. \n\nShe smirked and chuckled when the man she was serving abruptly changed his position. 'One of them seems to have good taste,' She thought to herself as she moved on to the next chair.\n\nThe hulking knight was the next she served. As soon as she stepped into his personal space, her heart started beating faster and an unexplainable sense of terror filled her. It took everything in her to stop herself from recoiling as she poured his drink. \n\nShe spilled some of the drink onto the table in her haste, and apologised profusely despite his thanks. After cleaning it up, she moved on to the next guest she would be serving. \n\nWhen she stepped outside the knight's sphere of influence, the sense of danger vanished and left her feeling utterly confused. She glanced back at him with a bewildered expression, and then did her best to mask her feelings as she refocused on serving Ara.\n\n.\nAra accepted her drink, and Terra was done serving her in record time. She finished just in time to add her two cents to the conversation. \"It sounds like she'd be a good addition, Miss Aluriel. I know Ara can heal as well, but you can never have too many healers on such an important quest.\"" }, { "author": "Aluriel Ralovar", "message": "When Ara walked into the office after Terra, she flashed her a small smile as a show of acknowledgement. She couldn't talk to her just yet, but she wanted Ara to know that she was happy she had joined them. \n\nFrom her position, she could also see Da'leryn lurking in the background, which made her smirk softly. He had a nose for drama. So she wasn't surprised to see him there. His presence also let her know that it was starting to get late; since he typically only came inside after they received the last of their visitors. \n\nRefocusing on the situation in front of her, she waited for the young woman to speak. However the doctor beat her to the punch. So she turned her head to look at him. She was glad the he seemed to be echoing her feelings, but his delivery left much to be desired. \n\nAnd then he changed his mind. At least she was learning what to expect with the members of the quest. 'Alcohol is the key to his heart. Got it,' She thought to herself, chuckling softly. \n\nAbsynth was very strong and much more expensive than the average drinker would consider buying. So it stood out to her that this is what their mystery woman had chosen to buy for a group of strangers. It meant that on some level, she was a person of means. And that just made Aluriel more curious about her motives for joining them.\n\n.\nWhen the doctor downed his serving, and asked for mint leaves, she responded. \"Sorry, we don't have mint leaves, but there is a bowl of lemon slices in the centre of the table,\" She said, pointing to the bowl that Terra had brought with the drink. \n\nShe listened to his quick assessment of their guest, silently agreeing with his observations. And when he cast his vote again for the woman to join them, she just nodded. 'At least I know where he stands. I wonder if any of the others are going to speak up,' She thought to herself. \n\nOut of the corner of her eye, she noticed Terra spill some of the Absynth as she was serving Severus and the corners of her lips turned down slightly. The look on her face was the same as the look on the faces of the patrons Severus had walked by when he came to join them at the bar. \n\n'So there is something about him.' She thought to herself. 'At least it doesn't seem to be affecting the others in the same way. I wonder why? And what effect will it have on our mystery maiden?'\n\nShe saw that Severus didn't react to Terra's behaviour, and guessed that he knew that he had an unusual effect on people. 'If he knows, then is he doing it on purpose? Or can't he control it?' - And then she watched him finish his drink in one gulp, *Through* His helmet. \n\nMinute by minute, the questions about the nature of the group that had gathered here increased in Aluriel's mind. But she did what she could to ignore it for now - there would be time to discuss after they had decided on what to do with their 'extra' guest.\n\n.\n'That makes two of the group who want her to join us,' She thought to herself after hearing Severus's agreement. And then finally, the woman decided to respond. \n\nShe listened to her offer of help and considered it at face value. She was inexperienced in combat - based on her inexperience as an adventurer. But an alchemist could be useful. Her skillset did overlap with Gideon's and Ara's, but it still had it's unique merits. \n\nShe was about to respond to Pnumbru when Terra jumped in to add her opinion on the situation; which made Aluriel chuckle. Terra was one of the nicest staff she had, so she wasn't surprised or offended by the addition. \n\n\"As you've heard, we have a doctor and a healer already. But two of our company, well technically three, think that you would be a good addition to our team. So how about we leave it up to the people you'd be working with? Svilena, Ara, do either of you have any objections to this young lady joining your party?\"" }, { "author": "Gideon Phisher", "message": "Looking at the once hooded figure in the room, he laughed as if someone had told the worlds funniest joke, loudly he continued till he eventually managed words \n\n\"That little shit!\"\n\nHe, while laughing, managed a face of annoyance and, plainly, disgust, something they said clearly upset him, and when Gideons upset, it's clear why\n\n\"Don't go lying when I even vouched for you, fucking prick, you are no alchemist\"\n\nHe points forward, and suddenly, without warning, came a very painfully audible cracking sound from Gideons direction\n\n\"FUCK ME SIDEWAYS!\"\n\nHe says as he begins to use his holy healing magic, an ironic magic he has for what dirty mouth he also possesses\n\nHe stands up, to ease the pain he \"Politely\" Snatches the bottle of alcohol from the barmaid, no mind for manners, he really didn't care in that moment, and took a large drink, he nearly threw up, but he sat back down, his arm still shaking slightly, though out of pain or frustration was yet to be determined \n\n\"Y'know trust is a big part of these things, either you are all in or all out, now unless you want me to change my mind... GET THE FUCK IN HERE AND TELL THE TRUTH!\"\n\nA clearly dominant person, it was, strangely, almost fatherly the way he scolded people, though between his swearing and alcoholism, it seems he no longer liked dealing with people, especially people such as this\n\nHe looked over at Severus, and for a mere moment, saw him as a punching bag to relieve his own stress\n\n\"Fuck... I still don't object to them coming, so long as they can stop playing the whole cloak and dagger\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "Given she was asked for her own thoughts on if the odd 'lady' should join them on this quest - Svilena was about to voice her thoughts when the doctor had loudly made himself known. She'd give a long stare in his direction, shaking her head - but his words did click with her.\n\n'So I'm not the only one getting strange... Vibes yes that would be the word to use in this manner' She thought, waiting for when the doctor was finished with his ranting. She'd clear her own throat before speaking herself. \n\n\"I am of mindset that if they so wish to come with us that they must be ready to defend themselves, where we plan to go is likely to have various troubles... While we may have each other's backs; that cannot always be a promise. But if they are hiding something\" She'd pause, letting the words hang in the air for a moment \"Then they should come forth and admit all. If not then there will be little to no trust to give.\"\n\nThus Svilena had stated her piece, but now the possible new arrival had been put directly on the spot - how would they choose to handle it?" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "The atmosphere was getting more and more interesting for Severus and perhaps everyone in this room. Thanks to Gideon, the room became quite lively. He might be able to add more of his opinions after all of them had said their words.\n\nEarlier, he noticed another petite girl, who definitely was the voice of this tavern or whoever she was. However, Severus did not really care much about her as she was not as mysterious as the Serpant lady. Except for one thing, that she was already 'approved' for joining the team. Miss Ralovar must have had a conversation with her even before the time Severus had arrived at the tavern. For the time being, let's just do not mind about her.\n\n\"Do you tur-,\" \n\nHe tried to say a joke about 'an alchemist can turn stone into gold' when hearing the Cload Figure mentioning that she was an alchemist. But Gideon's shout abrupted him midway.\n\nHe was quite leaning to agreeing in letting the Cloaked Figure to join. It was not because of the-more-the-merrier nor the more healers the better. Healing spells would never do anything positive to him. This current situation left him with less clue he could imagine so it was difficult to conclude. If only he could tell the differences in someone's life energy that they were emitting every millisecond. Another idea struck him when he realised that some facts about the so-called \"Life energy\"... He intentionally sighed. Going to school was still necessary.\n\nThe Dark Knight navigated his attention towards the miss Vihur when she started to speak her thoughts. At the end, everyone was doubting the presence of that Mysterious Person. On the other hand, Severus was just carefree about the situation. He reached out and rubbed the pommel of the large sword hanging at his side. Usually, he would have three swords with him. But currently, only the Waterfall was with him. It was neatly equipped on this right side. Actually, that was unusual of him as his main swords should always be on his left." }, { "author": "Pnumbru the Corpseweaver", "message": "Jeez, what the hell is this guy's deal, Pnumbru thought, giving Gideon an incredulous look that was not in the least bit acting. One second he's my only supporter, the next he's my drunk stepdad. This is fine, I just have to \"Prove\" I'm an alchemist. I can do that. Sure, yeah, I can totally do that. In fact, I'll do it right now.\n\n\"B-But its true! I am an alchemist! I may not look like it, but... I-I know what I'm talking about and I can show you right now,\" Pnumbru exclaimed. There was a fine line between being intrusive and being adamant and the boy hoped he was leaning more towards the latter as he nudged his way past their host Aluriel and into the room. \"So, um, w-watch and... Be amazed?\"\n\nIt was important to remain just a bit timid, but this was the time to go for broke. As Pnumbru passed Severus again he was hit by a blast of foreboding, corrosive aura that caused him to get goosebumps. It was not that the aura didn't affect him, but rather he saw it for exactly what it was. Some form of incantation that, he was sure, was triggering the adrenal glands in his body, flooding him with panic, or something to that effect. He did his best to brush it off, even using it to get further into character. \n\nTrembling, Pnumbru picked up a glass and filled it up with Absynthe. He then took a small cloth napkin and set it on the table. From his flask, he dabbed human blood onto his fingertip and began drawing a summoning circle, hoping that none at the table would recognize it for what it was. Alchemy also used runes and circles for transmutations and they could often vary greatly from one alchemist to the next. After drawing the circle, he dusted some bone ash over it and decided to forego the candles altogether.\n\nThe boy closed his eyes and began mouthing a silent chant. Unperceptible to any in the room, except perhaps one who was already very close to the dead, he pulled the weakest soul he could find out of the air and channeled it into the absynthe, whose appearance did not change at all. The spell was done. Not my best work, but it should... Suffice.\n\n\"H-Here,\" Pnumbru said, holding out the glass for the doctor. \"I'm not experienced enough to make a potion of resist intoxication, but this is now a potion of cure intoxication.\"" }, { "author": "Ara Hana Miriyani", "message": "Now that the cloaked woman had said her piece, Ara waited to see how Miss Aluriel and the others would react to the suggestion of adding an alchemist to their ranks. The information changed things slightly, so she wasn't sure what to expect this time around. \n\nAt the back of her mind though, she was thinking about the knight beside her. She had seen how Terra reacted to him; it was exactly the same as the way the patrons in the bar had reacted earlier when he walked past them on his way to the bar. And then there was how he had 'drank' his drink...\n\nIt was clear that there was more to him than it seemed on the surface. But, he had been polite and non-threatening from what she could tell. So she couldn't understand why Terra had seemed so terrified. And her confusion only increased when Terra came around to serve her drink. \n\nNow that she was out of his space, she seemed to be back to normal? Ara did her best to mask her feelings as she accepted her drink and thanked Terra. She didn't tend to drink often, but considering the circumstances, she felt a drink was in order. \n\n'There is something about being close to him that affects people. But I'm fine? And it doesn't seem like anyone else in the room is affected in the same way? Maybe there is something about each person that determines how they react to him? If that's correct, what do we all have in common?' \n\nSo many questions rattled off one after the other in her mind as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing around her. \n\nHer awareness returned to the conversation in time to hear the final sentence of Terra's bid in support of the cloaked woman. Like Aluriel, she just smiled; she'd known Terra long enough to expect her addition. \n\n'At least someone said it,' She thought to herself. And then she looked over to Aluriel, expecting a response from her. When it came, she made a face briefly and then chuckled. Of course Miss Aluriel would put them on the spot.\n\n.\nBefore either her or Svilena could respond to the inquiry though, the alcoholic doctor burst into the conversation again. \n\nHer brow wrinkled slightly as her head turned in his direction. 'He thinks she's lying? So I'm not the only one getting bad vibes from her. But why would he think she's lying?...' - More questions rattled off in her mind. \n\nAnd then he screamed in pain. She was about to offer to help, when he stood and snatched the bottle of Absynth from Terra. She looked on as he took a drink straight from the bottle, and wobbled. She was worried he was going to collapse, but he managed to retake his seat without incident. \n\nShe had to grudgingly admit that she was impressed he had acted on the bad feeling the cloaked woman seemed to elicit. 'But does he need to scream all the time?.....' She thought to herself. In the moment, she was clear about one thing; working with him was going to be an acquired taste.\n\nHowever, when Svilena finally spoke, she smiled. She seemed to be rational and level headed; which was a welcome change from the impression she had gotten from the other adventurers so far. \n\nShe agreed that everyone coming along needed to be able to fend for themselves. And now that the cloaked woman had been put on the spot, maybe they might actually find out what was making all of them weary of her. \n\nBecause she still wanted to avoid weighing in on the discussion yet, she waited to see how the cloaked woman would respond to the challenge from the doctor. \n\nShe watched quietly as the woman entered the room and asserted that she wasn't lying. 'I guess we'll see then,' She thought, watching attentively. Alchemy had been one of the courses she took at the Sihirisium College. Not that anyone here knew that. \n\nNothing seemed out of the ordinary, until the woman opened a flask and dabbed something onto her finger. It took a few moments but the scent of blood became clear in the air and her brows furrowed. Some alchemy required blood, but most basic healing spells that she knew didn't need them. 'What is she up to?....'\n\nAra became more suspicious when she saw the circle that the woman drew on the napkin. 'That looks more like a summoning circle..' She thought to herself. She couldn't be completely sure, because circles could vary depending on the type of alchemy, but she had also studied summoning magic as well. And she couldn't shake the feeling that it reminded her of the sigils and circles used in those classes. \n\nRegardless, she watched as the spell was cast, and the woman offered the doctor something that would help him 'cure' his intoxication. 'Uhhhh... I don't think that's a good idea for an alcoholic...' She thought to herself dryly. \n\nFor the first time since she joined the company, she spoke up. \"So you transmuted the Absynth into some kind of cleansing potion?\" She asked curiously. That was quite a feat from such a simple spell. \n\n\"Also, I took both alchemy and summoning at the Sihirisium College, and that circle looks more like a summoning circle than an alchemical one. Though, there is some overlap between them, and I could be wrong. And what was that powder?\" \n\nAlchemy usually required specific ingredients depending on the spell. And it was strange that the 'ingredient' wasn't even added to the Absynth; it was just dusted over the transmutation circle. If this really was alchemy, it seemed to be at a much higher level than she was expecting from an inexperienced adventurer. However, she needed to be sure - hence the questions." }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "While the group inside the office had been deliberating, Da'leryn had been listening (as best as he could), from his position outside the room; and several steps from the door. \n\nWhen Da'leryn saw that Aluriel had noticed him standing in the background, he flashed her one of his best smiles and winked. They both knew that he liked to be in the know, and he was shameless about it. \n\nHe was intrigued by the conversation happening in his boss's office. It was the most excitement that they had seen in a long time because of the darkness hanging over their town; and he wasn't going to miss even a word of it. \n\nWhen he heard an outburst from what sounded like the man he was coming to inform Aluriel about, he chucked. \"Intelligent, and a doctor, but no social skills. Definitely an interesting one for sure,\" He mumbled under his breath.\n\nThen the sound of apologies from Terra echoed out of the room. 'That's odd.. What happened?' He thought to himself. He would have to ask her about it later. \n\nHe heard some other mumbled conversation from inside the room, and then the cloaked woman in front of him spoke. 'Huh.. An alchemist and a healer. I guess you can't judge a book by it's cover. I'd have pegged her as an assassin,' He thought. \n\nWhen he heard Terra chime in, he chuckled. 'Ever the knight in shining armour,' He thought. And then Aluriel finally gave her input; which made him smirk. She was as pragmatic as ever. \n\nIt seemed that things would be settled shortly and he could give his report. But apparently fate didn't want it to be that easy. Out of nowhere, he heard the doctor shout that the cloaked woman was lying. 'What on earth would lead him to that conclusion? Did something happened between them before I entered the tavern?' He thought.\n\n.\nIntrigued, he listed on. It was clear that the doctor was eccentric to say the least. And very demanding. 'This is getting more and more interesting by the minute.'\n\nHe listened to an unfamiliar female voice speak out after the doctor. 'That's probably the Svilena that Miss Aluriel mentioned.' He concluded. He agreed with all the points she made, but in truth, he was more interested in finding out if the cloaked woman did in fact have a secret. \n\nSo he eagerly awaited her response. He listened attentively as she defended herself, and moved to where she had been standing once she was inside the room. He wanted to see her demonstration as much as anyone else present. \n\nHe watched with rapt attention as the woman set up and cast her spell. Everything looked normal to him. So when Ara spoke up with questions, he raised an eyebrow curiously. 'Let's see if she can take the heat,' He thought, chuckling lightly.\n\n*Meanwhile, inside the room...\n\nTerra was standing on Ara's other side, holding the bottle of Absynth. She was waiting for the conversation to be concluded so that she could serve Aluriel and the sweet lady; if they agreed to let her join them. \n\nShe silently hoped that Miss Aluriel would let her nice customer join them. So when she offered to leave the decision up to the group, she grinned. At least it was a step in the right direction. \n\nShe rightly assumed that Svilena was the reptilian woman who had refused her drink, so her head turned in her direction. She wondered what the woman would say. \n\nHowever, before she could get an answer, the doctor who had initially agreed to let the cloaked woman in, spoke up. He swore at the woman and called her a liar. 'I guess I spoke too soon about him having good taste...'* She thought sourly. \n\nAnd then out of the blue, she felt the bottle of Absynth being yanked out of her hand, and saw the doctor take a drink directly from the bottle. \"Hey! That's for everyone! You can't just drink straight from the bottle sir,\" She protested incredulously. 'What an uncouth asshole...'\n\nShe flinched slightly and flashed him a dirty look when he started shouting. 'He's so gods damn rude...'\n\n\"No one was playing cloak and daggers. She's just shy. I don't understand why you're all being so suspicious.\" She grumbled in response to the doctors comment. She had tried to hold it in, but the shock of the doctor's outburst had left her feeling defensive of her client. \n\nThe woman had been nothing but sweet the whole evening. All she wanted to do was help. And Terra didn't understand why they seemed to be acting so difficult about it.\n\n.\nWhen the reptilian woman, Svilena, finally spoke, Terra just nodded quietly. The woman had brought up valid concerns. And now that there was doubt, she knew the cloaked woman was going to need to prove herself; even if she thought it was unfair. \n\n\"See. She isn't lying,\" She interjected after the cloaked woman defended herself. She had no reason to think that the woman was being shady. \n\nAs the woman was preparing for her spell, Terra slid an empty glass across the table to her. And then watched her in awe as she cast the spell. 'So much power in such a little woman.'\n\nThe casting all looked normal to her, and she felt confident that it would put all of the doubts about her to rest. But then Ara joined in with the questions. \n\nShe wanted to jump in and protest, but when she heard that Ara had knowledge on the subject, she decided against it. If the cloaked woman could answer these questions, they had to let her join them. Right?" }, { "author": "Aluriel Ralovar", "message": "After asking Svilena and Ara to weigh in on the decision to allow the mysterious cloaked woman into their meeting, she moved out of the doorway and stood off to the side of it; so all of the people in the room could see the cloaked woman clearly, and vice versa. \n\nHowever, to her surprise, the doctor who had been rooting for the cloaked woman reversed his opinion again and lashed out at her. 'Now he thinks she's lying? What's that about? Nothing has changed in the last few seconds,' She thought. It was clear she had been too hasty in assuming she was starting to get a grip on the doctor's personality. What did he see that she didn't? \n\nWhen she heard the cracking sound and the exclamation from the doctor, she started to move in his direction. But when she saw him snatch the bottle from Terra, she stopped in her tracks, confused. Nothing the man did made sense in the moment, and she wondered if his volatility was a good match for the quest they were going to embark on. If he was this volatile in conversation, how could they trust him in a battle?\n\n\"Terra is correct Mister Gideon. This is my establishment and I don't abide rude behaviour to my staff or other patrons. And your behaviour was disrespectful to Terra and everyone else that wants to drink from that bottle. It was bought for the group, so please don't do that again. Your cup is right there in front of you. If you can't use it, then you can't drink.\" She didn't enjoy putting him on the spot, but she needed to be clear about her expectations of his behaviour. \n\n\"Trust is a big part of us working together. So is mutual respect,\" She looked him in the eye to make sure he got the message. Just then Terra made another comment in support of the cloaked woman. 'She must really feel strongly about this,' Aluriel thought.\n\n.\nPart of her was glad that a challenge had been issued to make sure the mysterious woman was who she said she was. But not at the expense of basic decency. \n\nFinally, Svilena had her chance to respond to Aluriel's question. She listened to Svilena's thoughts quietly and nodded in agreement at the points she was making. It meant that even if they agreed to allow her join them, the woman would be responsible for her own personal safety. Aluriel was glad that it had been made clear now, before a decision was made. \n\nThe woman at the door finally responded to the challenge, and defended herself in the face of the doctor's accusations. Aluriel was back by the main door by now, and moved out of the way so she could enter. The doctor had invited her in, and she felt no need to press the issue. \n\nOut of the corner of her eye, she saw Da'leryn step into the doorway of the office, and she couldn't help but smirk and chuckle. And that smirk only deepened when the petite woman suggested that they should watch and be amazed. \n\nShe watched as she walked past Severus and noticed the slight trembling. 'So she's susceptible to his foreboding aura as well..' She thought. Regardless, her focus was on the spell that the alleged alchemist was about to perform. \n\nFrom where she was standing, she couldn't smell the blood, so to her, the transmutation preparation and casting seemed to be relatively normal. It was weird that the powder hadn't been added to the Absynth itself, but she knew there were different niche schools of alchemy. \n\nShe was curious to see if the casting had actually produced the effects the woman said they would. But before they could find out, Ara finally spoke up.\n\n.\nAluriel thought it was fair to confirm what exactly the spell had done. And what the ingredients for the spell were. However, the challenge about the magic circle surprised her. She didn't doubt that Ara was telling the truth; but if she was right, what would that mean?\n\nSo instead of speaking, she chose to keep quiet for now to see how the clocked woman would respond to the new inquiries." }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "She caught just a hint of the blood that was used, though Svilena hadn't taken any classes on alchemy itself - she did know that alchemists themselves used many kinds of ingrendiets to craft their creations. So she assumed this was just normal, if perhaps a tad questionable.\n\nShe'd observe like the others, unsure on the circle being used herself - the final product seemed like the real thing least to her eyes - and already she had stated her opinion on the alchemist coming along. Svilena offered only a nod of her head towards the whole matter.\n\n\"If we are now all upon the same page, I believe we should see about returning to the main topic at hand - less we all forget why we gathered here. Miss Aluriel if you are ready yourself?\" She'd ask, trying to motion things back to the central subject at hand." }, { "author": "Gideon Phisher", "message": "\"Oh, I see, it's for everyone, I'm supposed to share, right that's the good thing to do... Nah, it's mine now\" \n\nHe thought to himself in silence before making an offer, though fake, towards Severus \n\n\"You wanna drink?!\"\n\nHe then waves the bottle in front of the serpent lady, who appeared to neglect alcohol\n\n\"What about you ma'am!! A big strong reptile like yourself has got to drink!!!\"\n\nHe looked around, he could feel a dirty stare from one of the others, he thought very little of them however, and in fact looked quite surprised finding out they, in fact, exist\n\n\"Well shit, more to the party, but I don't suppose you'd want? Noooo! More for me then I guess\"\n\nHe holds the bottle from the bottom, with the middle finger sticking out so as he took another drink, he flipped everyone off, however it was directed mostly towards Severus, indeed, the king of all assholes had arrived here tonight, though, for a job like this, suppose they can't really do much to get rid of him\n\nHe had dropped the subject of the clearly lying small one for now, though his ill will towards them hadn't diminished, and instead in a moment of rationality decided to agree with the snake\n\n\"Ah but yes, there's a job, not a drinking party, so \"Boss\", fill us in, all the details, leaving things out won't do any good either\"\n\nWhile he dropped the subject of the (supposed) liar, one of the members did ask some good questions, and he was keen on listening" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"Oh hoh?.. That lady is becoming a little bit active,\" He thought when the Figure protested and started to advance further into the office. But Aluriel let her do that anyways. Severus was also quite curious about her alchemy level as he heard that it would require some talents. However, most importantly, he wanted to learn more about it to strengthen himself...\n\nLeft that aside, Gideon was just acting as usual as the doc that Severus knew. It wouldn't be surprised if he started to act like a maniac and pull out a knife to stab everyone. Severus thought about that and slightly chuckled in his mind. He glanced at everyone to check their current expression.\n\nObviously it would not make to an end soon if everyone kept focusing on the newly arrived lady. When the so-called Suspicious Figure started to perform their alchemy, it was in doubt that level would succeed in creating anything. However, things turned out to be completely different from what Severus could imagine. So it was not important for an alchemist to turn rocks into gold. They could just turn absinth into anti-absinth. Was that really true alchemy or not. There was only one option that was to believe as he had no idea.\n\nHowever, the quiet kid of the class who had been silent for eternity rised her voice and spoke her doubt. So at least there was a really seriously educated individual here. Severus had noticed she from the very beginning but the Knight decided not to care much about her until they get to the main point. That said, now he would have to do something, not just sit there and wait for the result.\n\nWhen Gideon offered Severus more drink, he would just recklessly waved his hand to tell that Gideon could keep it for himself. Seeing the Doc flipping everyone off, Severus wondered if that was a way of human talking to others when they were drunk. If yes, that would be useful later on. Heh.\n\n\"I agree with you, we should get to the point now. But first...\" \n\nSeverus turned to speak to the Serpent lady before steadily standing up. He marched towards the Suspicious Figure who was simply ignored by Gideon.\n\n\"Excuse me.\" \n\nWithout hesitation, he grabbed the newly crafted liquid from that suspicious stranger and chugged in all in the same way that he used the absinthe earlier. While doing so, his other free hand rested on his hip. After that, he would quickly put the glass on the nearby wooden table.\n\n\"It should not inflict any strange phenomenon on me.\"\n\nWith a stern face, but well, if anyone could see it... His eyes told its more obvious of his stern face. He pointed directly in the Stranger's face before checking his palms, arms, legs and then turned his head around to examine his shoulders.\n\n\"Hm... Well. Nothing at all,\" He shrugged, \"Decide to let her join or not will depend on our Lady Owner.\"\n\nHe turned to nod at Aluriel as he intentionally addressed it to her. He believed he had done something at least. But well, if that was a poisonous drink, it would not be able to harm him anyways. Whatever it was... Unless it was some kind of holy cow's milk, something really \"Oh holy\", or fire resistance? Whatever. He chuckled.\n\n\"And you, come with me,\" He pointed at Gideon instantly in the face, \"I will deal with you. Being in such a stage would not be good for our upcoming serious discussion.\"\n\nAs Severus said, he determinedly grabbed drunk Gideon's collar and pulled him towards the entrance. To outside. They would come back after a while. Giving people in the room some time to deal with the stranger." }, { "author": "Pnumbru the Corpseweaver", "message": "The little necromancer immediately saw the problem with his ruse. It relied Gideon actually cooperate with him, a thing which he could in no way rely on with any degree of consistency. As the doctor not only refused to take the drink, but flipped off yhe entire room, a bead of sweat ran down Pnumbru's cheek. The look of exasperation and confusion on his face was in no way an act. Am I being out-playef or is he just like this??\n\nThen there was the quite valid doubt expressed by Ara off to the side on top of Gideon's refusal to go along with his demonstration. Perhaps it was best to drop this entire thing? Pbumbru was about to throw in the towel completely when Severus came forward and took the glass of absynthe from the boy, chugging it all down in one gulp. It was a full cup of a spirit that was over 100 proof and it still had the strong alcoholic burn, but seemed to vanish the moment it entered Severus' stomach. There was no upset stomach, no sudden intoxication. It felt like nothing more than an ordinary glass of water.\n\n\"I-I told you! I made it into a potion that would do the opposite of what alcohol normally would,\" Pnumbru said. He didn't want to seem too upset, but he had reached that point of lying where he had become so invested in his lie that it was genuinely upset. Granted what had just happened to Severus was that he had consumed a lost soul and in exchange it had cured him of the very specific ailment of being intoxicated. Well, not like it was doing any good floating around like a dumbass.\n\nHe turned to Ara and pushed his fingertips together, blush and looking at her nervously. One last lie and then he would drop it. They didn't have to accept him into the group, but it would be nice later if he earned even a little bit of their trust. \"Ah? Does it look that way? I admit, I have never seen a summoning circle before. This is how I was taught to do my transmutations by my granmama since I was little.\"\n\n\"Because it was a spell for healing, the circle is drawn with a deer's blood and sprinkled with the Velvet powder from a deer's antlers. We did not have many books in the mountains, so I have always done it the way she taught me... \"" } ]	272.5	20,295
421.272727	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "There was but a moment after her hysterical cry where she breathed and curled down to the stone she had onto. There was dust under her hands as she held them over her face. Tears cascaded down her cheeks and she could still feel the ebbing magic being pulled off her from the Teleport. She shivered as she cried into her hands. Her ears slightly sloped down, the tilt showed her sadness. `` had he ...Been reaching for me... Or... Stopping them?`` Beside her leg was two of the Drow arrows that had been shot at them, They had onyx tips, that shimmered in the poisonous concoction. Something about how it sizzled as it dripped off the tip of the arrows screamed 'deadly'. \n\nShe slowly moved her hands to her biceps, holding herself and cradled close to the floor. The smaller she felt the more she hoped she would just melt into the ancient stone. The old runes along its edging were unreadable now and warn down to just groves of some forgotten language. She tried to take a breath but it came out in a Choke as snot trickled out her nose. She went to scream again and it came out silent at first, before it ruptured forth. Eibhlin's nails dug into her arms, threatening to cut through the fine fabric of her dress. Not only was her core on fire but her limbs were as well, she couldn't stop the trembling no matter how much she held herself. \n\nAn hour would pass and she slowly sat back, numb as she looked around, the cave extended forward and there was an opening to the front right. To the front left the cave bent down and seemed to vanish but she knew it was a walking path, this was an entrance to some place foreign to her. She let her eyes wander slowly taking in everything, the cave walls almost sparkled, she was not sure how but maybe it was the damp feeling in the air. Despite her fingers feeling like they were on fire, to the touch they were ice. She tried to keep her eyes open for as long as possible, if she shut them she saw her fathers head in her step mothers hand and his\n\nBlood spraying across her dress. ``my... Dress`` She looked down and saw the blood. Her hands went to her mouth as she wretched, Her belly was on fire more as it churned and bubbled, she could feel stomach acid come up. Getting up she scrambled off the concrete portal platform. She gripped the wall and all the contents of her day had come back up, three times before she brought a trembling hand to her mouth and wiped her lips. \n\nShe Need someone, anyone and was scared she might be alone in some harsh hateful world where everything was untamed and unrefined. Her hand slid up the wall while she slowly stood up, her hand wiped on her knee of her dress before she stood up fully. Being short she could hide easy in any of the caves nooks and crannies but what might lie in wait there, she didn't dare tempt that fate. She trembled again and held herself, her hands resting on the outside of her elbows. Her lips quivered with the quakes of her being, as if each step was agony. She had only made it ten feet from the portal as she looked back, The hole was dark, darker now then it had first been when she arrived. \"Avalor?\" She called out almost faint, like her voice knew he wasn't here and shouldn't put in the effort. It didn't help her throat burned not only from wailing but from the acerbic taste of her stomach contents.\n\nTurning she paused just in the entrance, she could smell the fresh air, it was almost inviting, just outside the mouth of the cave. But at the same time, the downward curve called to her, a deep thruming of her heart strings said 'go'. She frowned while she looked to the two ways. Unsure which path to take she kneeled agian feeling lost, as her hope was withering away like the magic that she no longer felt tickling her skin. The spider webs of it vanished when she lost her gut to the cave floor. She hugged her knees to her chest while kneeled down. Her body was more steady this way, the shakes slowed but still came and went as if the nature of the cave even wanted her to be calm and still." }, { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "It wasn't all that often Ourania got the chance to fly around in the evenings, but the clear nightsky around the Corol Ambo region was just too perfect to pass up - thus to the skies she took and let the fresh air of the rolling hills brush against her skin and wings.\n\n'I'll never get tired of this' She thought, her mind clear and unguarded in her moment of peace.\n\nBut something soon began tapping at that peace, she moved to hover within the air as she quickly collected her senses - once her mind was once again her own, she began to try and focus in on whatever the hell had disturbed her nighttime joy flight. She knew her ears weren't hearing things... Whatever it was sounded like a scream, abit a distant one. Though much of the lands below were shrouded in darkness, Ourania could easily see through them and quickly knew the area she was flying over was where the Da Huine caravan was located.\n\n\"Folks always said weird voices came from those caves... But I don't recall them saying anything about screaming...\" She muttered to herself, unhooking her twin sickle blades as she began to decsend down into the area. The moment her feet touched the ground, she swiftly expanded out her shadows to creep out and act as her extra eyes - she spotted the cavern entrance some feet ahead, but she slowly approached it.\n\nWho knows what could come out from the underbelly of the world?" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She realized the light she was seeing was star light or one would say the vast universe lighting up the surface of the planet. She slowly stood as she decided to see what world was outside the cave, Her heart paused for a moment as she felt the ping of pain still and wanted to break down all over again. Her hand went to her mouth, her eyes shut tight as tears flowed, her silent cry ebbed and she breathed in deeply walking agian away from the portal and cave. The lip of it was facing upward at a soft slope that flattened out. She listened to the soft crunch under her foot ``sand?`` The lime light of the stars graced her foot and she saw how the fabric of her shoe and dress shimmered like stars ``that's why its called the starlight dress...`` Her mind felt numb and cold. She kept a hand on the far right wall to balance herself as she stepped to the entrance and looked, her eyes wide taking in the huge vast land, she could see peaks in the far far distance, The wind blew and toyed with her hair as she slowly turned looking then froze. \n\n``Sarn nindyn dos dont zhaun... Lu'nindyn vel'uss z'hin ulan dos xuil natha sarol dra'sulius, marriyin saph natha suru d'p'luvt xor izznargur fuer'yon nindel xavru l'vast tresk'ri ussta lotha elemmiire (Beware those you dont know... And those who walk toward you with a weapon drawn, stalking like a bird of prey or larger beast that roam the vast world my little star)``\n\nShe blinked as she stood there with her left hand over the center of her chest, Her father had been wary of others after her mothers death. She swallowed and felt sweat dripping down the center of her back, her palms were cold and damp as she curled her fingers into her palm over her chest. The dress caught the light as if as star walked upon the lands. She could see wings but the figure was shadowed and caused them to seem hunter like. She was almost holding her breath, being still knowing she was seen but hopeing if she didn't move fast the hunter wouldn't chase her\n\nOr catch her. ``with those wings... I would be taken fast... Though...`` She looked to the wings with round curious eyes that had at some point went from fear to curiosity. Slowly she realized the fae being wasn't stopping their stalk and she took a half step back tripping and fell straight onto her but. She made a noise as she landed on a rock on the left cheek and tears poured from her eyes, cascading as if they couldn't stop. \"Qualla... Usstan ssrig'luin xxizz...( Please... I need help...) Her voice a broken whisper as she huffed a hoarse cry that was quiet." }, { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "Ourania's ears twitched at the tongue the female Drow spoke in, it was faintly familiar but must have been a totally different dialect of Drow. She could somewhat understand her, and just giving the clearly terrified woman - she wasn't in any state to put up a fight.\n\nShe tucked her sickle blades away, though her shadows remained as she folded in her wings a tad - Ourania bent herself down to close to the woman's level and slowly reached out with an open palm.\n\n\n\nHer tone seemed a tad harsh, but there was a softness to it - her dialect was certainly a bit different compared to the other Drow's way of speaking." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "Her breathing hitched as she held it in expecting to be attacked and instead was shown a level of kindness that made her pause. The last few hours had been Chaos and strife, She frowned hearing her tongue, so familiar yet so distant, was that the language of the lost? ...The drow who's underground city was flooded with lava before the new under dark had been developed. She recognized a few of the words from her schooling as she slowly reached forward taking her hand, Her expression sad and apologetic because of how damp her hand was. Standing with the woman's aid, her shadow cast down over Eibhlin. She hadn't realized she had a small cut on her cheek from running through the old Garden. \"Ein taudl, olt dubo ulu kampi'un, dosst xanalress zhah noamuth ...Usstan kat screa mzilt d'ol.. (I'm sorry, its hard to understand, your language is lost I didn't learn much of it...) \" She Stepped closer hearing a critter rustle by outside along the dunes, She could feel the woman's body heat and it felt nice to her cold skin, She hadn't let go of her hand yet. Her quakes came again, the bodily tremor a sign of trauma that women sometimes got with war or heavy emotions. \n\nShe looked up to her, her eyes almost glowing and her hair dangling behind her, despite the run and wild attack her hair was still done up and pretty. The blood across the front of her dress still smelled fresh and the red not yet browned. She blinked and tears flooded down her cheeks again, streaking away dust from inside and she couldn't help but lean into the woman as her shoulders shook and she cried out again. The pain and hurt, betrayal and loss in her cry as she took deep breaths trying to calm down and looked back up \"Usstan tlun Eibhlin ( I am Eibhlin) \" She looked to the sky then around, tears leaving salty trails down her cheeks and her voice hicced. She was getting hiccups from crying so much, Eibhlin turned half way to look more \" Nindol zhah naut delmah... Nindol zhah naut... Darthir Niir'l (\n\nThis is not home... This is not Moon Tear) \"" }, { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "Clearly this woman had been through some rough times, just from her appearance alone - but also in the manner in which she carried herself. Ourania felt a bit bad for her, though she didn't show it upon her face; instead she led the Drow over to some other rocks where they could sit down.\n\nHer other hand still being held, Ourania used her shadows to pull some things from her pack - namely a small medical kit she kept on her person. Though both could just barely understand each other's tongues, it was better than nothing.\n\n'Never heard of a place called Moon Tear... Wonder if it's something Mum would know?' She though, focusing on using her shadows to prep a clean cloth to offer to the Drow to use.\n\n\"Eibhlin\" She remarked, speaking to what she understood to be the woman's name. She then pointed to herself and spoke. \"Usstan tlun Ourania\" (I am Ourania) She stated, speaking in roughly the same tone as Eibhlin had." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She followed the woman and sat back on the rock she was guided to, It was oddly warm to her, was her realm that cold was the nature so different or was this place naturally warm like the oasis back home? She was scared the woman was what she feared but she was finding out slowly she was kind, and tender. She hadn't noticed the shadows ripple or where the woman got the medical kit. She looked up seeing thoughts cross across the woman's face, she had many questions too but was feeling drained and the lines around her eye showed it. She softly took the cloth, wiping her face when she felt the cut, she winced and pulled it away feeling the blood, She touched it and tears welled in her eyes, less then before as if her tears were drying up. Her lips parted as she breathed in from the sting of the cut. As her finger tips traveled it, the length was about an inch. She wiped her face, the tears now wiped away, the dust and dirt and the blood. She held it to her cheek, the cloth smelled fresh still despite the cleaning she had just done. Her Ash skin was dark against it \"Bel'la dos ji mzilt ( Thank you so much)\" \n\nEibhlin heard the Woman say her name as she looked up, it rolled off her tongue so smoothly, She watched her gesticulate to herself with one finger. \" Ourania?\" She repeated but hearing her say the same tongue brought some light to her eyes as they rounded just a bit. \"Vel'klar ph'udos (Where are we?) \" She hugged herself with one arm as the other still held the cloth to her cheek. Her long hair swayed with each direction she looked, The light making the silver strands shimmer like fallen moon light. She didn't see any towns, or villages, or roads from the rock. She was feeling the exhaustion from the night, but it was still young. \"Zhah gaer natha darla au ghil? (is there a town near here?) \" She fidgeted with her dress as she looked around, The fabric was like silk yet looked like the reflection of crystal up close." }, { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "Seeing her about to likely panic again, or least maybe fall into another crying fit - Ourania would put a finger to Eibhlin's lips, though not touching her - least to tell her to quiet and slow down.\n\nOn the words she could pick up roughly, the woman seemed to be asking where they were - for sure this Drow must have come from the Underground, but her garments seemed to tell another story. Ourania clicked her tongue as she pondered on reply before speaking slowly to ensure most of what she said came across.\n\n\"Nindol zhah l'Corol Ambo, lu'dos doerrus dal nindel har'ol phor gaer\" __(This is the Corol Ambo, and you came from that cave over there)__ She began, pointing back over to the cave that Eibhlin had stumbled out of. \"Lu'siyo, gaer zhah natha darla naut feir dal ghil... Jhal olt qeeh ka udos tiu\" __(And yes, there is a town not far from here... But its faster if we fly)__ She added, and to better showcase her words she pointed in the rough direction of the town of Last Steading, and then motioned to her wings.\n\nClearly this Drow needed proper care, and she knew of some Drows that had decided to dwell and live among the Grey Elves of the region." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "Her lips were pursed and slightly open with the woman's finger near them, She quieted. Those actions said there was bigger scarier things then a tall woman with wings and a weapon, She shivered as she glanced around but relaxed seeing nothing. She wondered what the 'tisk' sound was for, it reminded her of when Avalor would think. She began to pay attention when Ourania spoke, Her accent thick and heavy like whisky or ale. \" L'Corol Ambo?\" She mumbled. Looking back to the cave she looked to Ourania and shook her head...* \"Usstan tlun dal L'obsul'e... Ol sila've uns'aa ghil, nindol zhah naut ussta delmah (I am from The portal... It brought me here, this is not my home)\". Her brows wrinkled as she tried to explain it and pointed. She was growing more desperate and her lips thinned into a fine line as she thought for a moment. \" Tiu? (fly?)\" She pointed to her wings then to her with one hand and to Ourania with the other \"UDOSSA? ( US?)\" She shook her head realizing the woman wanted to carry her. She pointed to the sky \"Usstan inbal NEITAR tiu.. ( I have NEVER flown..)\" \n\nA worried expression came and she licked her lip, the cut on her cheek was still bleeding but not as bad now, it was starting to clot up. Eibhlin looked to the sky then back to Ourania \"Shlu'ta... Shlu'ta dos lipti uns'aa? (..Can... Can you lift me?)\" Her cheeks blushed now thinking of another woman carrying her, She slowly nod giving into what might be her only safety net from all of this. She looked to the cave and from the folds of her dress showed the crown. \" Usstan zhahus natha qu'essan... Jhal usstan inbal nau ul'hyrr ...Jalamzild (I was a princess... But i have no idea ...Anymore) \" She pushed a tear from her eyes feeling much more calm but knew she could burst at any moment. Slowly she stood as she put the crown back into the folds of her dress, a hidden pocket made so she could carry items. But it couldn't hold too much with the crown. `` I should... Maybe keep it... I dont know anymore... Im\n\nSo scared... And confused`` She thought as she looked up to Ourania, the blush still there and now tinted her ears.* \"Usstan tlun kr'athin. ( I am ready.)\"" }, { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "Ourania clearly picked up on how unsure Eibhlin was about the whole matter, and sure flying wasn't for anyone - even mages with flying or floating spells, they tended to stick close to the ground if the could.\n\nBut once letting the Drow get whatever she had to out of her system, Ourania flexed her arms for a moment before quite easily lifting the rather light Drow, maybe too light but she knew most elves tended to be on the lighter side. Once she was sure that Eibhlin was secure in her grip she remarked \"Tenu triank pholor, udos xuat inbal feir ulu alu. Jhal gaer orn tlu fol su'aco.\" __(Alright hang on, we don't have far to go. But there will be some wind.)__\n\nThus once giving Eibhlin a moment to adjust herself, Ourania would get a running start before pushing upwards with her wings - a fast burst got them into the air. And thus Ourania would steady her pace to adjust for the weight of two, though it didn't seem to overly bother her as they soared just some feet above the tree line, the vast hills and forests of the Corol Ambo were bathed in the passing moonlight and even the stars." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She watched the woman Stretch her arms and flex them, She could see the sheer power under her toned build and grew more nervous. She moved her right arm around Ourania's neck, Her left slid across her chest and neck to hold her right shoulder. She felt light as the woman lifted her, her delicate laced up shoes showed as her toes stuck out the bottom of her dress. Eibhlin was tense, her fingers clung to Ourania and as she took off at a run, Eibhlin's nerves got to her and she shut her eyes. Leaning her head into Ourania's neck with the side of her face pressed to her own bicep, her hands moved farther and locked behind Ourania's neck. She felt the wind rip at her dress and hair, tugging on her then felt weightless as the flight adjusted. She slowly opened one eye and kept it on the collar bone of the woman for moment. Her eyes squinted getting use to the wind as she looked out without turning her head. \n\nThe tree's blurred, various shades of green, some brown and some spindly from dying ones, passed below so fast she couldn't distinguish what kind of tree's they were. They passed over lands and small ponds, some of which were almost dried up, A farm and then more, she started to see the small village. She could listen to the motion of her wings flapping, working hard to keep them in the sky. Her eyes turned from the ground to the sky, She saw The stars, so close yet so far, form here they seemed more big and as if she could touch them. Her hair flew over her and Ourania's shoulders, She was more relaxed and less tense making her feel more light as she studied the land scape below. \" Zuul'raght ( amazing..) \"" } ]	380	4,634
109.611111	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Ezra", "message": "\"Rocks\" Ezra sighed as still discovering more and more, but feeling integrated into the society nonetheless. \n\nSometimes if I think back... Grandpa never actually told me what this is made of Were his thoughts while walking It seems like this gold kinda Material... I'm not su- ```Khemish~``` Oh yeah that's right. Makes sense He nods to his own thoughts looking down at his legs while walking.\n\nWhat would life be like in Khemia now. Still balanced? War maybe? I'm not even sure if I'm ever gonna be coming back there... Still deep in his thoughts he noticed a scale kinda body-type in the distance as he wonders. A bird? He laughs a little. Yeah right... A big bird He face palms. Anyways He approaches the being." }, { "author": "jakethederg", "message": "In the distance the \"Big bird\" Looking creature crouches down to the forest floor unaware of your presence not to far off in the distance . His long scaly tail lays across the path helping keep his balance. He reaches down to the forest floor and places his claw on what seems like a set of tracks. The tracks having two distinct imprints almost like a hoof of a deer. \"Deer tracks , no no it's to small maybe some sort of big has passed though here\" He thinks to himself as he leans his head down to the tracks in the dirt to where his nostrils are just inches above them. A big breath is taken. \"Defiantly hog tracks, but there's something else here. I can't quite tell what the scent is\" He continues to himself as the breeze picks up rushing though the forest" }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "Ezra comes close to it and notices it's a dragon! \"Oh crap!\" He says running towards Jake with his blade ready. He said. \"OH MY GOD YOU'RE REALLLLLL\" Like a little girl seeing a Unicorn. In his hometown dragons were a myth so this was absolutely awesome to him. \"Uhm\" Cough \"Where are my manners.\" He held out his paw. \"I'm Sir Von Lycaon, Sergeant of the Royal Guard.\" He smiles. \"I'm sorry about that, it's just, dragons were a myth in my hometown.\"" }, { "author": "jakethederg", "message": "His ears flip up to hearing the first set of foot steps hitting the ground then his head flips up snapping towards the direction of the sound seeing the wolf like created barrel towards him yelling. He then let's put a growl as he lets the wolf see his teeth to warn him to not get any closer but as the wolf continues towards him. Closer foot by foot, as you let out the words \"Real\" The lizard jumps at you his claws open and ready to strike " }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "Ezra backs off and ready's his sword in a blocking position. \"Wow hey slow down I didn't mean to startle you.\" Seeing the big teeth he smiled again almost dropping his gaurd. \"Wow. So cool!\" He says but then his eyes locked with the dragon. His tail wagging ready for a fight none the less. \"Calm down a bit!\" He says." }, { "author": "jakethederg", "message": "His claws grab your sword his right claw gripping the hilt of your sword as his other claw grasps around the top portion. He try's using his momentum to knock you onto your back. His mouth opening up letting out a growl as he try's to take a bite out of your neck just missing by a few inches. His feet land on the ground and dig into the dirt below trying to push you over" }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "Ezra trips through his feet remaining on the ground as his back hits it aswell. Argh He mumbled. \"Hey! Are you even talkative!?\" He said while one of his paws secretly reached for a dagger behind his back. \"I'm not out to hurt you but you'll have to talk!\" He stood up and took some distance again. Now with his dagger ready." }, { "author": "jakethederg", "message": "\"I'd suggest you leave before you become my next meal\" He says in response to your question. The lizard releases your blade from his grasp as he watches you backwards stumbling a bit. \"I have heard the excuse many times, they all turn out to be trying to hunt me\" He continues on as he watches your hand reveal a dagger from behind your back. He lets out a growl as he waits for your next move" }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "Ezra turns surprised. \"What? Who'd hunt an actual sentient being?\" Sitting up as he slides his blade next to him. \"Well, I can prove to you that I'm not out to hurt you. My folk actually sees you as a god. So...\" He slides off a ring and shows the inside. \"That's an engraved American Dragon, in Khemia we used this to worship the methods of transport given to us.\" He slides it back on and sighs. \"Apart from that, I'm still a royal so me killing a dragon would be far from smart, and for all the time I've been traveling I've never seen a scalie black market.\"\n\nHe tilts his head as he scratches behind his ear \", but it's not wrong to be alerted early.\"" }, { "author": "jakethederg", "message": "The lizard snarls as he watches your performance, his eyes fixed on your blade waiting for it to make a motion towards him so he could retaliate. \"Same old story to lure me in, you think I haven't had my fair fights with poachers like you. Your all the same trying to hunt me for my scales and horns\" He responds to your actions as he watches the ring come off your hand and the glimpse of the purple stone with a dragon engraved in it. \"Now you better start running or your gonna have a bad day\"" }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "\"Wha-\" He sighs. Then nods. He turns to grabs his sword and dagger. Sheethes them up and walks towards the destination the dragon was going. \"Warm welcome...\" He said with a sigh as a slight sign of doubt occoured to him. \"Wait.\" He turns back and walks to the dragon but sits infornt of it with his hands on his knees. \"So, how can I be a thread now? Just a feline sitting Infront of you with covered up weapons.\" He says. \"What can I do to prove loyal to you if that is the thing that you want to engage in conversation.\"" }, { "author": "jakethederg", "message": "\"Covering weapons or not you are a stranger in my territory, now why are you here and what do you want?\" He asks as he watches you sit on the ground with your hands resting on your knees \"But then again a good meal might change my mind\" He says with his facial expression changing from one of anger to being a slight grin as he sees how interested you are in him" }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "He nods and smiles a little. \"Thank you\" He nods. Then looks down. \"So I'm not here so I'm simply adventuring here and there. Cities forests mountains. Y'know, but when I noticed your figure I thought it can't be, but you're an actual dragon. To me that's just really cool. I'm sorry to have startled you though...\" He says with the most Freindly tone. Though there was a kind of depressing tone to it as well. As if he was masking that he didn't feel well mentally. \"It's just so cool! Talking to a dragon!\"" }, { "author": "jakethederg", "message": "\"Your after dragons are you?\" He says looking down at you examining your figure , trying to figure out your intentions \"Well first off next time you see a dragon don't do what you did it's a good way to go from being alive to dead\" The lizard says as his tail starts to sway side to side pushing the dirt of the path back and forth." }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "He simply nods. \"Yeah I've figured that was far from smart. I'm not necessarily after dragons. I'm after everything I can find that I wasn't sure of! I've seen the most crazy stuff, but it's fun for sure!\" He laughs. \"Once there was like this guy that was scared because of my canines. I should've shown him yours haha\"" }, { "author": "jakethederg", "message": "\"Your lucky I dident have to do a show and tell demonstration on your neck\" He says with a chuckle as he talks. \" Now are you any good at hunting because before all this happened I was tracking a boar around here and for all I know you probably scared it off\"\n\nThe lizard says as he turns his back to look for the tracks again but they seem to have been smeared in the dirt after the tussle" }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "He nods as he stands up. He wipes off the dirt from his outfit and walks towards the downhill side of the mountain. Hearing a slight Bor Sound on the north-west of him he turns there and notices two boars instead of one. He readies his crossbow with a dubbele arrow. Pointing it at the boars. As he points the crossbow his instinct kicks in and he jumps into a tree above them directly. He aimed again and shit. Both arrows in both boars right between their eyes. He jumped down as the instinct kicked out. He flexes his neck and turns to Jake. \"How about this?\" He says." }, { "author": "jakethederg", "message": "\"While that was impressive your not gonna get lucky like that every time , after all you first need to find the thing your looking for, in this case the boar that you had killed\" Jake says after he watches you jump up into a tree above him, his neck strained upwards." } ]	96	1,973
268.414286	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine and Stallion'", "message": "Rigmar and his Horse would Climb even higher, managing to reach the start point of a large mountain... It was part of Dragonclaws region. Rigmar looked at the fierce view, ready to conquer its heights, and defeat whatever was in his way. Though his body was fragile, as a mere human he would still be shivering even though he had many of garments to cover himself.\n\nRigmar would light a Torch, and would use the flint rock to spark the flame. As he carried on his journey with Stallion, now carrying it by the Reins. As Stallion seemed to be more used to the cold than Rigmar was.\n\nThe Winds howled harder here, and the flame was hard to keep alight, as it blurs along the area. Rigmar kept pressing forth, moving up the Rockslide with his Horse. As he would slightly fumble from a few hidden stones under the snow, pausing for a brief minute, he catches his balance, and moved on, keeping his head up so he could see where the hell he was going. The wind kept booming into his visor as he felt an unstoppable force trying to push him backwards, But yet he did not give up, trying to move up even if the conditions of the terrain itself was rough. His hands pushing forwards each time he clambered upon a rock to move towards the area he needed to be. The knights breathing got a bit heavy, and his footing would get more tired by the minute, so he finds a place to rest after climbing a bunch of rocks. He breathed and breathed until he was able to recover, and then he kept going.\n\nThe Stallion was stronger, as it was able to just stride its legs over the snow, but even the horse didn't like the wind lashing against its Tabard and its skin that was covered by its long hair. \"How long is this Storm going to last!\" He shouted slightly, his voice firm as Rigmar cries out angrily in frustration. He sighed his breath. And kept walking along with the reins within his hands, keeping Stallion close by. " }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "I love the snow. I love it so much.\n\nElodie had her cloak tightly wrapped around herself. She had to make small adjustments with each step through the quickly gathering snow on the ground. The wind whipped through her hair - which she had attempted to pull up in a bun - leaving stray hairs to scratch against her mask. She paused in place. Her head swivelled at the sound of Something In the distance. She turned awkwardly around in place.\n\n\"Bren? Bren, darling? Please, is that you? Come back here. This isn't funny!\" Her voice rang out across the rocky landscape, hoarse from the harsh temperatures. Not too long into her trek, she had completely Lost Her mare. She thought she had done the horse a favour by dismounting, but... Alas. Bren had nipped at her, kicked snow in her face, and galloped off. The reason why remained lost on Elodie. \n\n\"Bren? Bren!?\" The bard reluctantly turned in the direction of the previous noise and began to walk. She glanced down at her side, where her burnt-out torch hung uselessly at her hip. The cold had started to set in, numbing her fingers and creeping up her arms. She hugged herself tighter.\n\nI can't stop. I need to find her I need-\n\nThe faint sound of another voice halted her thought. Her head perked up. A glimmer of hope warmed her core. With newfound determination, she picked up her pace. She aimed to cross paths with the owner of the voice - and silently prayed it wasn't the trick of a beast roaming the rocky terrain.\n\n\"Hello? Hey! Hey! Where are you? I need,\" Her sentence got cut off as she stumbled over a rock. She cursed to herself as she got back onto her feet. \"I need a little help! Hello?!\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine and Stallion'", "message": "Rigmar heard the cries of a woman close by, though the Wind rung harshly, he didn't exactly know where the sounds were coming from, but it didn't stop him from searching\n\n\"... A traveler..\" He said upon curiosity, \"Stallion, make haste, we must ride towards the voice that calls us..\" He said firmly determined to find the voice that cries for help, Rigmar would get on his stallion and rode fast towards the area of which the voice was pre-maturely heard. His horse cantering wildly as it puffed smoke out of its nostril along with his armor, and his Torch would give off a beam of light like it was a becon of hope, as it searched for the woman. \n\nAlas in the far distance he would find the outline of her. Rigmar would pause before trotting his horse along, stopping its wild sprint towards the location of which they were heading.\n\n\"Fear not... I am here to help! He said in a gallant voice, and would see the woman struggle against the harsh wind and the battering of the snow bellowing beneath her feet, and along her body. Rigmar quickly trots forth, until he was at a arms distance up upon his horse and would press his hand forwards reaching down to her\n\n\"Take my hand...\" He said in a confident tone, upon further notice, his steed looked monstrous, and his armor looked battered like it survived many wars though had a look of a once noble knight, with a worn out cape on his back, that was red like roses flattering across the wind. Even the shades in his visor was mysterious as you couldn't see his eyes or any of his face, there was even a huge scar gap running down the left side of his visor, as if his eye had got cut out of his face. He was truely a mysterious man, that looked like he wasn't so easily trusted... " }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "For all of a few moments, Elodie felt relief flood her body. The sight of a figure coming toward her in the snow meant rescue, safety. As the figure drew near, it became increasingly obvious this would be no ordinary individual. She slowed to a halt as the figure drew closer. Her eyes raked over the figure - a man judging from the voice.\n\n...Holy...\n\nShe flinched away from the extended hand at first. She found it difficult to trust in strangers in ordinary settings. To find such an intimidating stranger in the midst of a blizzard in the middle of nowhere... It didn't help her trust issues. She stared in complete silence for a few moments. She cleared her throat, but it didn't help the hoarseness of her voice when she next spoke.\n\n\"I'd ask who you are, but I'm kind of in a rush. Have you seen any stray horses? Maybe one with a really bad attitude? I lost her somewhere...\" She turned around to glance in the direction she had come from, but failed to identify the path she had taken. The snow had made it impossible. \"Somewhere around here. I think. I don't know.\" She had to clear her throat again to try and prevent a coughing fit. Her throat burned from the harsh, icy, air.\n\nCan I trust this guy?\n\nThe bard squinted from behind her mask. The man's helmet made it impossible to make out any features whatsoever. The bulky armour concealed his form. The heavily decorated steed beneath him offered no insight either. \n\n\"Please, I need to find her,\" She pleaded. Hesitantly, she pulled one arm away from her body and grasped his hand." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine and Stallion'", "message": "Rigmar would somewhat examine how she was moving towards him, before slightly backing off, to respect her personnel space, he would say nothing for a while, as he looked at the nearest tracks that he could find of the horse that was planted into the Snow\n\nHe then said \"There are a few tracks ahead...\" His voice Calm and bellowing through his helmet, as he stared at the tracks.\n\n\"But you will not get anywhere a-foot in this dreadful blizzard, I suggest you accompany me on my steed.\" His helmet now cracking towards you slowly, with his eyes emotionless staring into your soul, as they were hidden under his helmet\n\nHe sits on his Giant steed in silence, as Stallion and Rigmar both look at you, like they were intimadating statues. They were most likely awaiting your decision to trust them..." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "\"Tracks?\"\n\nElodie echoed the word, her head turning to look for the aforementioned tracks in the snow. No matter how she squinted, she couldn't make out any herself. She sighed. I didn't seem like she had any choice. She glanced between the snowy terrain and the man many times before she gave up.\n\nAt least let it be a quick death if this guy's up to something.\n\nShe freed her other arm from her cloak. Without waiting for the okay or any assistance, she reached up toward the stallion. She patted it gently to let it know she was there, before she hoisted herself up behind the man on the stallions back. She almost slipped off as she attempted to settle herself in place.\n\n\"I'd hate to know where you're going all suited up like this,\" She commented while she glanced down at the decorated stallion. She turned her head up toward the man once more. \"Her name is Bren - the horse. My horse. She's chestnut in colour. Probably picking a fight with the local wildlife or a tree branch that inconvenienced her. She's got a blanket, but it's thin.\" She relayed the information with a soft sense of urgency. Her head returned to it's previous swivel, looking around the snowy terrain for the missing mare." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine and Stallion'", "message": "As soon as you got comfortable on the horse, Rigmar would move the reins slightly and tap Stallions stomach lightly allowing Stallion to go in a quick trot. Rigmar looked straight ahead, not replying for a while. He was more focused on the Tracks. Though a few more minutes passed and he would start to speak his mind,\n\n\"I hear that there is a Spring festival, in order to move onward to get there, I must get across these mountains,\" He would say, pausing, as he would simply carry on trotting along with Stallion \n\nThe knight just kept looking onwards, the Tracks getting more noticable it seems like we were getting close to the location, as he held his torch up to get a better view \"We shall find your Bren in no time,\" His voice Echo's it spoke in a more softer tone, as it echo'd through his Armet. He scanned around, his head glancing left to right to see what signs he could pick up from the ground and the environment, he saw a lot of snapped twigs to where Bren must of hit a tree nearby, so he decided to follow that, he now the knight knew he was close, after all he would hear the horse Canter around in the blizzard, \"....\" Rigmar was somewhat quiet. It seems as though he was focused, and he had only really said two things to you along the journey he wasn't a man with so much words to heart it seems. \n\nHe carried on along with his steed, and was now back on the tracks they seemed to be getting more and more deep, each time he tailed along to get to Bren.." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "\"Right. Thanks.\"\n\nElodie nodded along with the man's words. She reached up to wipe away the snow that stuck to her mask. She had half a mind to rip it off her face, but ultimately that would only make her even colder. She leaned around the man's body in an attempt to see anything that he did. Her vision failed. The snow obscured too much of it to be comfortable.\n\n\"Heading through a blizzard on your way to a spring festival? Life is certainly fond of irony,\" She commented, hoping to liven up the otherwise dull trek. She had a sneaking suspicion the man was just as cold as their surroundings. She turned her head away, craning for any sign of her mare. She grasped the sides of the saddle to keep herself steady.\n\nShe's gotta be around here-\n\nA sharpy whinny sounded nearby. She reached for the man's shoulder. She gently shook it in case he hadn't heard the sound. Her head whipped around. She cupped her hands together around her mouth as she called out.\n\n\"Bren! Bren, c'mere girl! Over here, c'mon!\" She covered her face as a harsh cough wracked my body. \"She's that way!\" She croaked out the words while pointing in the direction she heard the sound." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine and Stallion'", "message": "Without another sign of her calling, Rigmar quickly turned his horse, pulling his rein to the direction of her hand. While turning it with his legs, we did a sharp turn on stallion, it was a rather proficient one at best, \"YAHH!\" He shouted, and the horse would now go into a gallop so vicious that it would shake the snow with his weight, and its cladded armor along his tabard. Rigmar would give chase towards Bren, to catch her up. Somewhat darting left to right avoiding dead trees as he had to weave his horse under them as it galloped furiously. Rigmar would keep in tail with the outline of Elodie's steed\n\nWithout another trace, Rigmar had catch up to Bren, as he slammed the reins back, and tightened his legs to drift his horse to the side, looking at the situation up ahead \n\n\"Is that your horse...\" He said in a deep composure, as his hand then raised, and his index finger pointed at the horse, Rigmar now awaiting the woman's response, who must of been rather shocked at how skilled Rigmar was at riding such a beast." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie's hands gripped the saddle Far Tighter as the man kicked his horse into high-gear. She ducked her head down toward her chest. Her eyes clamped shut. Her head slammed against the back of the knight. She cursed from the pain that coursed through her forehead. She tilted her head as the man pointed toward Bren.\n\n\"Bren! Dammit, idiot!\"\n\nElodie stumbled her way off the back of the man's stallion without waiting for it to come to a full stop. She landed nearly face-first in the snow, but it didn't deter her. She stumbled in Bren's direction. The mare snorted and stomped, as if throwing a temper tantrum directed at nothing in particular. Elodie treaded her way through the thick snow. She reached forward to grasp the reins and tug Bren in her direction.\n\n\"Bren, shush! Calm down!\" She did her best to hold to the raging mare, but she seemed unwilling to give in. The horse reached around to nip at her arms. She didn't budge. \"You're embarrassing me!\" Elodie murmured the words to the mare. Many minutes later, she had convinced Bren to still enough to be led. She reached up and gently stroked the horse's neck. She glanced back toward the man.\n\n\"Thanks uhm... I'll be alright from here if you wanna...\" She paused, her throat getting tickled by the icy wind. A cough escaped her. \"...Get going to that festival.\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine and Stallion'", "message": "The knight stared at you for a while it seemed as though he was silent, examining you for a while, He didn't make a sound not even a word uttered behind that solid armet. He looked up at the sky and the blizzard was still going, by then the man thought he could stop his adventures, he needed a place to keep warm after all. And if he kept traveling without any shelter he was abound to fail.\n\n\"There is a cave up ahead, the storm is fierce and if I tred further than I am, I shall be swept up in the blizzard.\" He then paused, slightly shifting his hands on the reins, as his horse turned to the side, his helmet just trailing in your direction, \"And as to you, your cold is getting worse. If you continue forwards, I am sure you will see yourself falter before you can say another word.\" His voice was soft, and yet scary at the same time, due to the echo of his Armet \n\n\"The Choice is yours to take, what say thee.\" Rigmar said, furthering to see what you may say, afterall. The scary Errant of a knight didn't really want to see you die in a blizzard that is howling and treacherous, and behind the storm, lays many dangers of Goblins are such beyond the mountains, Traveling would be dangerous in the knights mind" }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie kept a tight grip on the reins as she inspected the rest of Bren's body. She seemed to be relatively free of any major wounds - just a few scratches. She tugged Bren closer to her before she swung herself up into the saddle. She reached around to hug Bren's neck. Her body shivered.\n\n\"A cave?\" The bard found herself shouting over the storm. She urged Bren toward the man and his stallion. \"You know of a cave nearby, then? Maybe... It'd be good.\" She craned her neck around to try and locate the mentioned cave. Her vision hadn't adjusted in the slightest.\n\nWho is this guy anyway?\n\nShe leaned back in her saddle. Her eyes fell down toward Bren. Her mask hid the worry which grew on her face. She felt no harm in pushing herself through the storm. But her mare... She couldn't risk that. She cleared her throat. Her head raised to make what she could consider eye-contact despite the obvious limits between their two preferred face coverings.\n\n\"Alright. Let's go to this cave of yours. But I have questions.\" She nodded her head, then directed her mare alongside the man's stallion. One hand remained on the reins, while the other hovered over her sheathed dagger. In the grand scheme of things, against armour like his it wouldn't do much. But it made her feel better." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine and Stallion'", "message": "Rigmar would go forth, now leading the way, but felt something was off about Elodie, he couldn't keep his finger on the question on why she was acting so strange, but it didn't bother him too much\n\nAs they were traveling to this Cave that was around 500 meters away from them, Rigmar would then say \"Speak your question...\" He said firmly, his voice serious like a parchment being read by a noble. He kept his eyes forwards as he would be looking through the slits of his visor. Scanning left to right as he held his torch forwards" }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie kept a comfortable distance between herself and the man as they moved along. Her gaze alternated between the landscape in front of them, to the man himself who appeared to be focused on getting through the storm. She couldn't really tell thanks to the helmet. She shrugged a little as he prodded fro her to ask her question.\n\n\"Well. I don't know who you are, for starters. Or what you're doing so...Heavily equipped In the middle of nowhere,\" She said with what could be considered suspicion in her tone. She did her best to relax the tension growing in her shoulders, purposefully letting them fall and relax at her sides. \"So I guess my questions are just that... Who are you and what's going on with the whole... Get-up.\"\n\nShe gestured with the hand that had previously been resting on her dagger's sheathe, then returned it to it's previous position. She didn't feel comfortable to completely let her guard down yet. Many dangerous things came in unsuspecting packages.\n\nHe could probably kill me with a slap to the face.\n\nThe thought soured the bard's expression. She turned her head away to gaze toward the fallen trees lying in their path." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine and Stallion'", "message": "The knight said nothing so far, and he carried on roaming forwards, thinking of what to tell you,\n\nSome words then came to mind \"I am a Knight with no Lord, many call thee a hedge knight or a Knight-Errant. That of which I keep my armor to represent what I am... I am simply wearing this armor to protect myself from my foes of which they think they are worthy to try and best me.\" He said, pausing for a minute, as he sees the outline of the cave growing near.\n\nUpon hearing he was a Knight-Errant, it basically meant he was bound to no Lord, would this mean Rigmar had a master before hand? \n\n\"If you ponder for who I am, it is not really of your importance, all you must know is that you are in safe hands... I am no brigand.\" He said justly, and with a firm tone, that was stern and confident like a lion's heart. \"Moreover, there are many monsters I said, that lay waiting, and are probably watching us.\" He said seriously, though it wasn't to try and scare her, Rigmar was just stating facts. Even though it may come off as... Intimidating." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "A Knight-Errant? Hedge Knight?\n\nThe words confused Elodie to a certain degree. She hadn't heard the terms used often - though they did ring a bell. She pursed her lips as she sat deep in thought. She led her hand slide away from her sheathed dagger, however. Her head turned toward the supposed knight. She couldn't deny the fact that he Looked The part - though anyone could look like anything if they tried hard enough, that she knew well.\n\n\"Does the knight have a name or do I have to just say... Hey you! Or, hey knight, to get your attention when I see it fit?\" She posed the question with a slight amount of attitude to her voice. She didn't really appreciate the secrecy, but all things considered she was still in no place to complain if this knight really was going to bring them to shelter.\n\n\"I'm Elodie, for your information. Not a knight, in case you couldn't already tell. Just a bard who's probably hopelessly lost until the blizzard clears,\" She said with a sigh-like quality to her voice. She had resigned herself to her fate of being stuck for now. The least she could do to ease the discomfort was make friends, or be friendly, with the person accompanying her." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "The knight just listened to her, and as we came to the location, he would then reply to your location as he would also say. \"We are here... And if you really wish to know who I am- let us clear the way first.\" He said, as if he completely ignored your question, he stepped off his stallion, and posted his torch forwards, making it a guide in the darkness of which we stepped upon. Scanning the quite big cave, as it was so dark he couldn't see the ending to this forsaken place\n\nBefore moving onward he then stated having a second thought, since he knew the bard didn't trust him so, easily without a doubt. \"Rigmar... They call me Rigmar.\" He then stated his voice just casual and soft in the darkness of the cave. Which it seemed warmer here than outside in the storm bellowing wind. His Claymore upon his back would start to glow, it was a golden color, as if it was holy bounded by magic itself as he would be carrying Stallion by the reins with his right hand. \"... Be ready for a battle ahead... Something is close nearby, and it seems my sword is aware of its presence..\" He said in a warning tone, as he lets go of stallion, ordering him to wait there giving him a pat on his neck.\n\nRigmar would draw his claymore, putting out the fire for a minute, letting his sword be the light that points the path of where they were going, he kept it low to his side, and would walk fiercely scanning his arcs with his helmet to see what the danger was uphead" }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie felt instant relief as she stepped into the cavern behind Rigmar. She nodded briefly in acknowledgement to his responses. She hopped off Bren, but kept a hold of her reins until she found a sufficient spot to tie her to. She reached up to give the mare a cautious pat on the neck, narrowly avoiding getting nipped in the process. She turned her head toward the strangely glowing sword that the knight wielded. Her brow furrowed.\n\nThat's... A new one.\n\nShe kept a safe distance between herself and the knight even as she followed him deeper into the cave. Her hand hovered over her dagger.\n\n\"I'm... Not much of a fighter, but I'll do what I can... I guess,\" She said in a hushed voice, uncertainty lacing her words. She really hoped the knight knew what he was doing. She wouldn't be able to defend against anything too monstrous. \"Though I Hope We're the only ones in here and your magic sword is misfiring.\"\n\nThe bard glanced back toward Bren and the knight's stallion. She didn't feel great about leaving them behind, but understood it'd be trouble to leave easily spooked animals near anything too dangerous either. She swallowed her worry, looking to Rigmar for direction." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "\"My sword is true, if it reacts this way, then it is bound to shed blood on the enemies that oppose it. If you cannot fight, just keep aware of surroundings.\" He would pay close attention to the shadows and the outlines of the darkest corners of the areas of which he can see, he picks up a clue of what we may be facing, as he sees some armor that looked like it had aged out of its shell, he stopped, kneeling down at it to take a glance, and then spotted a few tracks. Knowing that Elodie wasn't capable of protecting herself, he decided it was best to go the other way.\n\n\"We shall fasten ourselves the other way, once I find a good spot to rest, we will bring our horses here. I assure you, I left Stallion un-attended for a reason..\" He said with a somewhat lowered tone, and a certain acknowledgement of his judgement\n\nSo, they would journey the other way on there advancement to find a good place to rest that was not in-danger to this unknown enemy that lurks in the darkness... All but aware, that Rigmar would know an ambush was soon to come." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie quirked a brow in response to the knight's responses, once more confused yet intrigued by the man. She shook her head slightly, choosing to remain silent for the time as the duo moved deeper into the cavern. She didn't complain when taking the direction that appeared less dangerous. She never enjoyed fighting... Especially not in dark places. She found herself inadvertently sticking closer to Rigmar, her own discomfort of the dark overriding her suspicion for the stranger.\n\nIt's still so cold in here.\n\n\"So... Does your horse actually have a name? Or did you literally name him 'Stallion?' I don't mean to sound judgemental, I'm just curious,\" She questioned with a hushed tone, afraid that if she spoke too loud it might alert whatever danger that lurked ahead of their presence. \"Just... Never really heard of someone doing that before. Seems odd.\"\n\nYou seem odd in general.\n\nShe kept that thought to herself. She still needed this man's protection after all. She couldn't go out and blatantly disrespect his choices." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "Rigmar just kept silent at what you said, as if he was acknowledging everything you said, was true. In fact under his helmet he held somewhat of a faint smile, he hears something moving in the dark, and he would press his arm out, to stop you from walking even further, as his blade would glow even brighter. As bones were heard shimmering around the Cave,\n\n\"They are here...\" He simply said in a firm and stoic tone, which echo'd around the room.\n\nThe Cave was somewhat silent, although the patters and bone noises got even closer, and then Rigmar would see eyes staring at him, that pierced a fierce red, sparking like a bomb-fire \n\nSuddenly! An arrow would whizzed towards us, as it seemed like a Bodkin arrow, if it hit at the right spot of Rigmars armor it could pierce him as the arrow missed us, by inches. \"Stay low!\" He shouted, tightening his grip on his Claymore, it glows even brighter, seeing the position of the archer skeleton, not only he was just one... But there were a few, A skeleton-Lord and his knights were ready to murder us\n\nThe archer gets ready to fire another Arrow, and the skeletons march like a terminator, ready to take us out.\n\nThere was 4 skeletons in total." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "The bard pressed herself against the wall when Rigmar first commented on the presence of someone else. She ducked down the moment the arrow went whizzing past. Her hand flew to her crossbow. She unsheathed it in one smooth motion. She loaded up a bolt. She glanced toward the approaching skeletons. Her heart started to race. It hurt. She fired a shot toward one of the many skeletons, uncertain if it would hit. She crouched back down shortly after.\n\n\"Staying low!\" Elodie confirmed with a shout, not bothering to lower her voice. She moved to reload her crossbow. She had a very limited number of bolts on her - she wasn't exactly anticipating fighting skeletons.\n\nThis isn't going to be great.\n\nShe leaned back against the wall, hoping to make herself as small, and as difficult a target as possible. Her eyes moved toward the knight. She considered helping him out with a buff... But she wanted to see what the knight could do before stepping in with any... Magical efforts.\n\n\"You got a plan?\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "\"Take care of the Archer, I will defend you from the skeletons that approach us.\" He said, as he would quickly press his Claymore forwards, stepping in with his right forward, and siding his body to oppose them fiercely, he pointed the blade to the Bonelords neck, as he raised his blade, to strike down fiercely, his blade clashed with Rigmar, as he manages to divert the incoming force to the floor, and punched the Bonelords Skull to the floor, as the bonelord get rocked to the ground\n\nHe pivots back, quickly seeing the other skeleton move forwards for a thrust, Rigmar took no chance as he pivoted back with his lead foot, he adjusted his blade towards the enemy, and gripped his off hand onto the blade itself, making a steady block with the middle of his blade, the clash was heard beyond the cave, as he diverts the skeletons sword to the right, while at the sometime, slamming his crossguard into his jaw, the skeletons jaw rendering off of its skull, as it gets rocked backwards,\n\nAnother comes to the side of Rigmar, but rigmar was too slow to turn towards the Skeleton knight, which had slammed his sword into the side of Rigmar's pauldron, but it was little to not effect, as it only managed to knock rigmar aside a bit, he faultered before regaining his balance, pressing his sword forwards once again, and keeping the point of the blade aimed towards the Skeleton-knights neck. To stop his advance." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Right. The archer. Than I can definitely see.\n\nThe bard's nose scrunched, causing her mask to shift up slightly. She scanned over the dark cavern before them where the skeletal beings marched ahead. She fully reloaded her crossbow, then held it pressed against her chest. She peered down the hall - squinting as if it would help the area get brighter. She spotted movement far off, followed by the loosing of an arrow that she narrowly avoided falling victim to. A soft curse escaped her lips. She raised her crossbow and fired. A soft thud sounded from afar.\n\nDid I hit it? Dammit, I can't tell!\n\nShe ducked down once more to reload another bolt into her crossbow as an idea struck her. She finished setting the bolt in place. Her head turned briefly to where Rigmar fought, but didn't linger. She held out her hand in front of her. She softly spoke an incantation. A small ball of light formed in her palm.\n\nAn illusion, but a Bright Illusion.\n\nShe steadied the ball. With a sharp exhale of her breath, she turned and sent the ball of light down through the cavern. As soon as the light illuminated the archer, she shot her crossbow - hitting it's eye socket and knocking it back in a smooth motion.\n\n\"Ha!\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "Rigmar was too focused on the boneknights and the Lord, as he sees that one of them would of been out of the fight, he would decide to focus on the other bone-knight and the Bone-lord, as the one that struck him would prepare for another strike, as he advanced towards him, Rigmar would quickly just step forwards, and thrust his sword into his neck getting the point of his blade trapped in the bone, the sword literally melted the bone, as he twisted his blade through it snapping the neck straight off of the skeleton-Knights body. And the Skeleton fell back onto the floor, its eyes would stop glowing.\n\nThe skeleton Lord would get up, with his jaw that was removed from his skull, and Rigmar didn't pass no time either, as he pivoted his back foot towards the Skeleton-lord wynding a cut overhead, and slamming his blade down towards the skeleton-lords forehead. The skeleton lord was quick enough to catch the blade on the mid of his sword and divert the strike to the side, being very cunning than the other knights, as he quickly followed up with a horizontal strike, over his head, to slam it into the knights helmet.\n\nRigmar would not lose traction of the Skeletons blade, being skilled in the arts of swordsmanship, he was able to re-bind his blade towards the Lords Sword, you could the shreek of the sword, as sparks emitted from both blades. Rigmar simply posted his back to the mid of the skeletons sword with his crossguard, defending the cut as the Skeleton lord tried to repulse another strike from the other side of rigmar, Rigmar quickly responded with a thrust, and turned his body one sided to catch the skeleton's blade at the same time, defending and attacking as it was done in one smooth movement, the thrust landing into the skeletons forehead as he slammed it deeper, making the skeleton fall to the floor as he tripped his left leg into the ground, as he did this the skeletons head smashed into little pieces \n\nRigmar slowly stood up, and looked at his surroundi" }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie reloaded her crossbow. At this point, her hands had grown shaky from the nerves. She tilted her head to see if the archer still shifted around or not. It seemed to still be twitching, so she popped up to deliver another shot toward it's body - though she didn't really know if that would put it out of it's misery for good or not.\n\nWhat's this guy doing?\n\nHer eyes shifted toward where Rigmar worked on seemingly dismantling the more melee oriented enemies. She studied his form with curiosity. Her eyes didn't miss a single movement. She stared with a calculating gaze and felt grateful that it would probably be too dark for him to notice. She found it interesting, the way that different people choose to take on their foes, this would be no exemption. She shook her head slightly then turned to look toward the rest.\n\n\"...Alright are they done? Or almost dead?\" As she spoke, she reloaded her crossbow. She only had a handful of bolts left, so she felt quite hesitant to loose them against enemies that the knight seemed more than capable of taking on himself." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "Rigmar would thrust his sword down with ease at the remaining skull of the skeleton that was out for the count.\n\n\"They are dead... I must say, you make quite a marksman.\"* He said in a calm tone, his body just oozing with confidence, his sword slowly starts to disapate into darkness as he quickly lit his torch, and would light it with flint stone.\n\n\"Let us make way to the Horses, And then we'll set up camp.\" He said to Elodie, assuring her that it was all over, his tone grew more softer as he saw that she was somewhat shaking ever so cautiously" }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie slowly stood to her full height once more. She surveyed over the skeletons rendered to piles of bones before them. She rolled her shoulders back and exhaled slowly to ease the tension she had been holding through the encounter. She carefully unloaded her weapon to stowe the remaining bolts back in her pouch. She holstered the crossbow itself, then took a few hesitant steps toward the remains. She kicked the bones - just to make sure they wouldn't get up and move around again.\n\n\"Gross,\" She muttered. \"At least you're good with that sword. For a moment I was kinda worried this,\" She gestured broadly over Rigmar's armour, \"Was for show.\"\n\nAnd now I know he can be dangerous.\n\nThe bard turned back down the dark cavernous hall. She didn't wait for the knight to begin moving. She reached out one hand to rest against the wall. She used it as a guide to keep herself steady. She peered around the corner to the main entrance of the cave where the horses remained. She took another step forward... And promptly tripped. She landed on the ground with a thud.\n\n\"Just... Wanted to see if it was slick,\" She called out to the knight, to assure all was well as she pushed herself back up to a sitting position." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "Rigmar would just stare at you, as you were sitting down. He walked over slowly. And would extend his hand forwards without saying anything, giving you the same stare last time when he brang his hand forwards to try and help you" }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie stared blankly at the offered hand. She tilted her head, but ultimately took up the hand. She grasped it tightly and used it to pull herself up onto her feet. She rolled her shoulders back once more, as if to help herself become settled once more. She turned her head away from Rigmar. She cleared her throat.\n\n\"...Thanks,\" She murmured. It felt embarrassing to have taken such a spill.\n\nThat. Was rough.\n\nThe bard quickly moved back toward the horses. She untied Bren and tugged her reins to get her moving deeper into the cave. She wandered until she found a spot that seemed comfortable enough to set up camp and retied her. \n\n\"I don't trust you not to run off again, miss,\" She whispered to the horse, before she turned to the knight once more. \"This a good spot?\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "The knight someone stared back at you briefly, seeing your bond with your horse.\n\n\"Yes, seems like this will do. We shall prepare camp.\" He simply stated, his voice more calmer than it was before and had a more sturdy edge\n\nThe knight would prep the camp up, he used the stones that he used before, as he had it in his satchel, along with a few kindling he would set up for the Journey ahead, setting up a small campfire, along with a pot-rest,\n\nHe goes setting up the Tent, having to spread the Tarp out wider than usual, so that we could both sleep in the Tent without the wind coming in, making sure there was enough space without being so close together, knowing that she would want her personnel space and a place to put her stuff.\n\nAfter setting up everything, Rigmar puts his torch on the campfire to light it, and there was a sudden warmth around the area of the Cave, which had made a comfortable environment around the cave, as you could hear the embers of the fire crackle, after everything was done.. Rigmar would sit down on the floor, using his Cape as a pillow, and he stared at the fire crossing his legs, and resting his sword along his thighs horizontally" }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Bren made a few attempts to nip at Elodie as she took out some sparse belongings from the saddlebags. Elodie would softly scold the mare each time. Finally, she set down a small well-loved blanket to sit on. She turned around to see the fire already started by the knight, and a smile graced her face.\n\n\"Ah, you got a fire going already! Nice,\" She praised with that same smile. She gently set down the blanket, then plopped herself down on it. She had half a mind to completely lay down, but didn't want to appear Too Strange in front of the knight. She leaned back against the nearest wall. Her eyes remained resting on the fire for a few moments, before she reached for her journal.\n\nMight as well do some writing while we wait for the storm to pass.\n\nShe set aside a small glass container of ink, and took up her quill. She started to scribble away on the next empty page of her journal. She reached up to touch her mask with her free hand. Her eyes glanced Rigmar's direction.\n\nHe still has his helmet on. I should probably keep my mask on too... At least for now. I don't know what to think of you, Mr. Knight.\n\nShe lowered her hand, but cleared her throat. \"Why did your sword get all shiny back there?\" She posed the question as casually as she could muster, despite how interested she truly felt about the blade's abilities." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine and Stallion'", "message": "\"It is attracted to the Undead, and all things that are Eternal.\" He simply said, as he would look at you, his helmet still on sitting down by the fire. \"You seem to be a rather good shot when you landed a bolt into the Skeletons bones.\" He complemented,\n\nRigmar would slightly roll his shoulder from the bashing of the Sword that hit his Pauldron last time, as he saw Elodie with her Journal... \"What are you writing?\" He asked, his voice being curious and attentive As he would grip his sword, and started sharpening it by the fire, with his smooth-stone. He paused for a while, dropping his Claymore aside, leaving it out of his sheathe, so he could pay attention if it glowed or not.\n\nRigmar sat there though wanting to hear what your answer was going to be, now gripping his full attention onto you.\n\nStallion would just stand there casually glancing around as if it was alert, its ears perking up and down, before acting goofy, and sniffing Rigmars helmet with his nose brushing against it." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "\"Undead and eternal? So like, immortals too? If those are real, that is,\" Elodie responded to the knights words with another question. Her quill paused in place over the page. She looked up toward the knight. Her smile returned as the knight's stallion seemed to be nudging him. \n\nThat horse is so much nicer than Bren.\n\nShe glanced between her journal and the knight a few times, contemplating how exactly to respond to his question. She didn't want to lie - she was a pretty terrible liar. She didn't have a reason to lie, but she didn't want this stranger to go through her stuff either...\n\nDammit, too many possibilities. Just be honest.\n\n\"Uhm. Just writing about my day, pretty much,\" She said, her voice slightly unsteady. Not a lie, not the whole truth. She glanced down at the page, which already had a lot of details about Rigmar scribbled down. At least if she died, whoever may find her journal would know the cause. \"I write about pretty much everything so.\"\n\nShe turned her eyes back down to the pages. She adjusted her mask again, finding the combination of the dark space and the covering annoying." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine and Stallion'", "message": "Rigmar thought it was a rather good Idea to write things down, he was rather a forgetful person at best.. \n\n\"There are many things in this world that exist, that should be non-existent to the human Eye.\" He would answer the question you gave him. \"And many fall because of it.\"* He would then add on, as he would somewhat pat the horses front leg, Stallion somewhat bobbed his head up, after giving Rigmar a knock on his helmet to goof around, Stallion decided to go back on watch duty, looking around the Cave, even though he could see darkness and no light ahead, he was obviously a massive goof, though rather funny.\n\n\"Either way, I am truthfully glad that I met you through the storm, if I were to go on my own, I would of had a harder time dealing with the enemy that was be-felled by us, let alone the archer that was firing his arrows towards us.\"* He would state, as he would casually grip his Visor, and fix in in place, due to the horse messing up his helmet last time\n\n\"My greatest thanks to you Bard.\" He would say casually. \n\nRigmar would add a few more sticks to the fire so it could last through the storm at least, and to make sure that it didn't go out due to the wind coming from the entrence of the cave." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie's brow raised behind her mask. A small smile broke out across her face. She shook her head slightly, then laughed. She set down her quill in the ink, then let the journal rest against her lap. She crossed one leg over the other. Her hands held the book gently, just enough so it wouldn't fall off her lap.\n\n\"Don't take this the wrong way,\" She began, her voice still laced with laughter. \"But do you always talk so formally? You sound quite refined. Nothing wrong with that, of course, it's just we're kind of sheltering from a massive blizzard and you're talking like we're at a royal court.\"\n\nLearn to shut your mouth sooner, Elodie.\n\nShe continued to smile despite her own scolding thoughts. She tilted her head. Her brain flooded with all the information she knew about this man, in all it's very limited glory, but it didn't seem to help her unravel the puzzle.\n\n\"And uh, no need to thank me for anything. I'm sure you would have been just find without my three shots against that skelly. I'm not a fighter.\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "Rigmar watched you laugh. He stared back at the fire, his emotions seemed to be hidden from his armet. Though Rigmar was actually smiling under his Armet.\n\n\"It is the way that I was taught, that's all.\" He said in a more softer tone, his seriousness in his voice had faded. And he sounded more enlightened than usual. \n\n\"You are quite right as well...\" He would pause for a minute watching the flames Cackle in the fire, and the embers burn to emit the light around us\n\n\"... Where are you even heading from here... Are you heading to where I wish to go?\" He said in the same-tone.\n\nHe gripped his gauntlet, and would start to take off his gauntlets, undoing the straps along his bracers to take them off, his hands once revealed were rough and had a few cellists as if he had been a hard worker back then, a few marks around his hands too, Maybe from previous battles?* \n\nRigmar would hold his hand out over the fire slightly to warm his hands up a bit, and rubbed them together. \n\n\"You surely must of traveled really far to get this high up in the mountains like me.\" He said in a casual tone." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie pressed her lips together. Her head tilted to the side once more as she listened to Rigmar's words. Her attention diverted to his hands as he began to take them off. She didn't speak, instead let him finish his thought as her mind wandered.\n\nSo he is a real person. With flesh just like the rest of us. That's comforting.\n\nShe straightened up her head and her posture in one movement. She tapped her fingers against her legs as she pondered his question. She didn't really have a good answer for it. Why was she up here? Even she didn't really know. She laughed again - a sound this time born of the awkwardness she felt.\n\n\"Ah, well. I'm not heading to that festival you mentioned, that's for sure. I was just... Doing a bit of exploring. Heard stories about the mountains up north, got curious. Started to travel, and I guess you could say I got hit with summit fever. And...\"\n\nGot a bit lost.\n\n\"...The blizzard caught me off guard. So here we are.\" She gestured to the cave briefly, then let her arms come to hold her journal once more. \"Nothing terribly exciting, I'm afraid. Though I think I'll have some great new material for my next poem.\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "Rigmar couldn't really believe that you came up here, for the thrill, he somewhat paused, before saying anything, kinda shocked, knowing that Dragonclaw wouldn't be a place for anyone that doesn't really know how to fight for themselves. Could she really have been lost, he pondered.\n\n\"You are brave, traveling up here by yourself... Or you are just Foolish, that... I do not know. It would be best if someone accompanied you on your travels at least. Since you are well... Ill equipped for battle.\" He would say to you, not trying to offend you, but the knight was just stating facts.\n\n\"The tales of which you seek here may be true to your thoughts, for I have seen the dangerous of the mountain through my own eye. Goblins, orc, Trolls-a-like.\" He would be firm on the word 'eye' as if he was serious that he could only see through just an 'eye' maybe hinting on something.\n\n\"But lay your head to rest, for they will not come here, not in a storm at least, when this storm settles, we better leave as quick as we can... I will guide you to a safer location, when that time comes to pass, and that is when we shall decide to part ways...\" He said to her, as if the knight already came up with a plan, so the both of us could survive at least." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "I can't even get away with half-truths, can I?\n\n\"Well. There are some that say being brave and being foolish are two sides of the same coin. More often than not, the designation is determined by how the venture ends. If it goes well, they call it brave. If it ends badly, it's foolish,\" Elodie responded, her voice smooth as if she had spent time curating that response prior to it's delivery. She finished it up with a small smile, however.\n\nShe reached over for her quill. She shook off an excess ink into the pot, then continued writing in it. She detailed the most recent parts of the conversation, then paused again. She chuckled a bit to herself once more.\n\n\"I'm glad at least to have that comfort. But hey, I've made it this far alive. I'm sure a little bit more chaos won't kill me. Yet,\" She said as she waved her free hand dismissively. Her journal almost slipped off her lap, but she caught it just in time. Her eyes scanned over the pages to make sure no ink smudged. \"Besides. It's hard to find anyone willing to forego any sense of true direction or planning to come along with me.\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "\"Really?\" He stated, quite a bit faster than usual, Rigmar thought you wasn't so bad to travel around with, let alone talk too\n\nHe rubs his hand along the vambrace of his forearm, before glancing into the fire. He was pretty curious on what you had written down so far, but he thought it was best to keep it to himself, he didn't want to make enemies all of a sudden\n\nHe lets time fly by for a bit, and decided to maybe cook something. \"Do you want something to eat?\" He asked you with a calm and thoughtful tone." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "\"Oooh yes,\" Elodie confirmed with a nod of her head. \"That's too dangerous, Elodie, that's a stupid idea, Elodie, it's not worth the risk, bards don't go on adventures, you'll weigh us down, no, don't try to touch the plant, it's probably poisonous! Dammit, Elodie!\" She mocked the voices of others who had been the ones to tell her such things in the past. She once again waved her hand dismissively. She seemed to have a habit of talking with her gestures.\n\nNice rant.\n\nThe bard exhaled slowly to calm herself from her minor outburst. She tilted her head curiously as the knight spoke of eating. She furrowed her brow as she tried to recall the last time she actually ate something herself, but her memory failed her. She glanced up to the saddlebag resting on her agitated mare.\n\n\"Ah, I should probably eat something. Don't waste your stuff on me, though. I've got... Something. Probably.\" She set down her journal on the ground beside her, and the quill inside the ink before she stood. She paused to stretch, then moved over to root around in her saddlebag once more." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "Rigmar would just listen, focusing on what she might of experienced in her pass life, and understood what she meant, but he wouldn't really know that she didn't have much faith in herself. Rigmar couldn't really judge her though, she took a safer path, maybe it was better to become a Bard than to risk your life trying to do something dangerous.\n\n\"... Very well then..\" He says replying to what you said to him, as he would take out a scrag of meat on a bone, from his satchel, it seemed to be in fair condition, \"Its aged rather well..\" He thought in his head, seeing it was still fresh.\n\nHe puts the scrag of meat on the fire, letting it sizzle on one side, the meat smelled rather good and seemed as though it was even marinated before it was stored inside of the saddlebag, a good thing that it was kept preserved in cold conditions.\n\n\"... Y'know..\" He paused. \"If you're really a good Bard, you would sing me a song of one of your tales.\" He said, with a jokeful tone passing through his voice, though he was actually serious, and curious to hear one of your songs." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie's rummaging continued on for a while, even after Rigmar requested a song. She pursed her lips. Many minutes later, she had tugged out a small wrapped package. She opened it up, pulled out a few pieces of dried meat, then secured the package again. She turned around to face the knight. As she took up the meat in hand, she leaned back against Bren, despite the mare's obvious annoyance with this action.\n\n\"You want me to sing you a song?\" She repeated the question, waving the meat in the air to accentuate her words. She took a bit bite of it and took her sweet, sweet time chewing it. It was mostly an action to help stall for time. She took another bite. Then another. And then finished up the piece before she rounded her way to the other saddlebag situated on Bren. She held the second piece in her mouth to rummage around the new bag.\n\nA song, in this weather? We'll see.\n\nShe pulled out a small instrument from the bag - a little wooden lute with small engravings on it's front. She sat back down in her spot.\n\n\"Gotta warm it up,\" She explained through a mouth full of jerky. She pulled out the jerky with one hand. \"And not the jerky. Weather, specifically extreme temperatures can mess with the construction, y'know.\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "Rigmar would see the Lute, thinking it looked rather well designed, even a smith of his hands could realize the effort put into that instrument. \"Honestly if you do not want to play, do not force yourself... Though.\" He took a brief pause, looking at the food, as he flipped the scrag of meat the other side with a spork, \"It would be nice.\" Rigmar would then finish his words while he sees the nice meat sizzle on the pan.\n\nHe adjusted his body to sit up a bit more, while he would start to take off his vambrace (forearm armor) one by one, after he felt properly warmed up in the fire, they clank, and clutter onto the floor, as he dropped them carefully, not to make anymore noise than he did just then, as he took off his vambraces, the Chain-mail could be seen along his arms, it was riveted chain mail, that was coated in black, and even though casted in darkness the metallic texture still shined in certain parts and angles.\n\nThe Chain-mail slightly rustled, as it was free from its open skin, being that of metallic protection. \n\nThe Knight would proceed to then get rid of the pauldron and the upper area of his arms which was the brassard and his elbow piece, with a certain twist along the shackled rings keeping it in place, they would open from off of his arm, dropping to the ground, Rigmar felt a lot lighter with his arms feeling somewhat more movable. \n\nA Sigh of comfort moved from out of his visor." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "\"Hold your horses. We're getting there,\" Elodie said through a mouthful of jerky. She finished up her second piece within a few more moments. She adjusted her position a few times before she fully sat up. Carefully, she cradelled the lute in her arms. Her fingers shifted up to adjust the pegs of the instrument. She strummed each string individually, checking it's tuning, then checking them against each other. She hummed each note to make sure she had it correct.\n\nWhen she next glanced up toward the knight she took notice of his increasingly thinned armour. She raised a brow behind her mask.\n\nStill human-looking. Good signs.\n\n\"Well. I have a lot of tunes in the brain. Maybe something happy? Something to wish away the storm,\" She mused as she idly strummed out chords in a major tonality. \"Or, maybe reverse psychology will do the trick. Something sadder...\" She paused and switched the chords to be minor. She tilted her head in thought.\n\n\"Got a preference? Or a specific tale I should sing? Not that I guarantee the vocal part of it will be great. I'm an instrumentalist at heart.\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "Rigmar paused, as if he was thinking, his Chain-mail was also rather tight on him. As if it was second skin... He looked up into the pitch of darkness, as his mind thought on.\n\n\"Play me something that will put my mind at ease\" He simply said, his voice overwhelmed with a calm expression\n\nRigmar moves to take off his Cuirass, and his pauldrons, as he would undo the pauldrons first then the main body itself, plopping all his kit neatly to one side, His chain-mail black Hauberk showing at its fullest, dark with a glimmer of light. \n\nRigmar goes now to take off his his helmet..." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie watched in near silence as the knight continued to remove pieces of his armour. She kept strumming the occasional chord, as if searching for the right one to begin on. She found it curious - just how comfortable was this man already?\n\nDon't get distracted, he wanted a tune. Play something already.\n\nShe cleared her throat, and hummed softly to herself. It was an arpeggiation of a chord, which she then found on the instrument itself. She played around with the different chords within the key, familiarizing herself with it before she began.\n\nHer lips remained pressed together as she hummed alongside the soft tune now being strummed on the lute. The strings carried the same tune being hummed, just a little lower while she would interrupt the flow with chords to match. She played quietly on purpose, as if worried too loud a song might disrupt the peace the duo had created in the cave. \n\nHer performance wasn't without fault. She would pause every once in a while when she struck a sour note, but it didn't visibly phase her for too long. Once she had settled into the piece, she let her eyes turn back up toward the knight.\n\n\"Sorry. I'm not great when it comes to memorization. Ironic, I know. But nobody's perfect.\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "Rigmar listened carefully, as you started to play, his hand kind of paused the revealing of his face, as it slipped back onto his leg. He just, listens and didn't say a word.\n\nHe seemed to enjoy it, even if there was faults in the performance, it seemed not to bother him, infact he found it perfect, not everything could be flawless as he imagined..\n\n\"That was amazing.\" He said to her, his words spoke truth, even though it was simple, his tone really meant it \"Better than what I can play.\" He said adding on to the rather fair glazed compliment.\n\n\"You should put more faith in yourself y'know... You'd go pretty far as a bard Elodie.\" He gestured, now gripping his helmet, as he unclipped the armet, and lifted his visor, to reveal his face." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie chuckled at the words of praise from the knight. She strummed out a few more chords to finish up the cadence. She leaned back comfortably once she took her hands away from the strings. She crossed her arms, one over the other with the lute resting in her lap. Her brow raised in surprise when Rigmar lifted his visor.\n\nSo he also has a human face. Nice. This is more reassuring.\n\n\"Would go far? I Am Going far. I Am A bard. Just... Not the usual kind,\" She responded, not appearing to upset with the man's words. She offered him a small smile. \"Can you imagine a life more dull than spending all your time surrounded by those courtly folk? I can't. Sure, it's pretty and all. Fancy. Easy. But Dull.\"\n\nThe bard leaned her head back against the wall. She shut her eyes for a moment with a soft sigh. She half-considered removing her own mask, but ultimately decided to hold off. She laughed again, as a thought popped into her head.\n\n\"If you ever wanted to learn, I can be a good teacher.\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "As rigmar revealed his face, a dominant blue eye gazed towards Elodie, staring like he had malice in his eyes, thought it was calm, and distraught from reality itself. His face seemed unreadable to really tell if he was happy or sad, just an empty shell, and on top of that, Rigmar would have an eyepatch over his left eye, and a scan running down the cover eyepatch as well as his nose, \n\nHe kept his face down, for only you to see a mere glimpse of his face, it seems like he didn't like anyone looking, knowing to himself that he was ugly beyond comparison to a normal human. Though his white hair stood out, and Rigmar still looked rather young. Maybe he was just overthinking?\n\nHe said nothing for a while \"Life in Courtship is not an easy life..\" He stated fiercely, like he took offense to that \"You do not realize the Sacrifice we make, and the plenty of soldiers that die in its sted, because of men that just Lust for power and pick on the weak, just for you to say those types of things-..\" He paused, before he gets a head of himself, literally just snapped at you, from out of no where. He calmed his tone down.\n\nHe stays silent for a while, as he pressed his hand over his face, to cover himself for a minute... But he decided it was no use, he would have to show his scars sooner or later, the scars that mocked him" }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "The moment that Rigmar snapped, Elodie's smile fell to a frown. She stared in shocked silence from the outburst that completely distracted her from the physical appearance of the knight, who now appeared almost ashamed of his own words. She inhaled slowly, holding the breath for a few moments before she let out a hefty sigh. She dared a glance up toward Bren, who seemed unbothered as usual. She felt suffocated all at once - as if any slight move might set the knight off once more.\n\nOkaaay... I struck a nerve there.\n\nHer own thoughts did little to lighten her mood in the silence that followed. She stared blankly toward the fire. She knew she had probably spoken a little too brazenly about her opinions on courtly life. She cleared her throat awkwardly.\n\n\"...Sorry,\" She said, the apology nearly not sounding from just how soft it came out. She shifted uncomfortably. Her shoulders tense. She drew her legs closer to her body now, completely retracting any hint of relaxation she might have had before. \"I uhm... Thought you didn't serve any lord. Kinda... Kinda figured you felt the same way. Sorry.\"\n\nWell now this is awkward.\n\nShe reached down to slowly take up her journal once more. She took her quill in hand and very, very, slowly began to write." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "He saw that he upset her, Rigmar would slightly pause sighing, his angry scrunched up face would relax from its tension, going back to its calm and humble state, though there was a bit of guilt, realizing that Elodie didn't really know about his life, it was best to clarify why he snapped at her. He would watch the fire cackle, and there would be a moment of comfortable silence between them before Rigmar said anything to get a point across. \"... I used to have a Lord who I could call my Father...\" He said in a lowered tone,\n\nA pause before saying anything else. \"He was the only man to care for me, after I lost my parents at such a young age... I don't even know them or have seen there faces... I was born in an orphanage before I struck myself a noble title... Without that man, I would of been nothing-... I would of been sold to someone who found me less useful than he did, that didn't care at all.\" \n\nHe would pause for a minute, glancing up at you, he was still hesitant to show his apparence, but- he decided to do so... He had already took his helmet off. \"...I shouldn't of snapped at you like that- you didn't know... You are not the one at fault here.\"* He said his voice softens gazing upon you with a slight frown, a face of guilt and apology. His father taught him better not to go snapping at people who didn't know his own business..\n\nHe places his right hand on the ground and his left one on his knee, as his knees were still crossed, he slightly leaned to the right hand side of his arm, giving somewhat of a relaxed composure giving you the sense that he wasn't really angry anymore.." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie continue her slow writing, but listened to Rigmar's words regardless. Her quill paused for a moment when he finished, but resumed shortly after. Her brain swam with a million different thoughts - none of which were coherent enough to speak. She bit her lip. She had started to draw more scribbles than words after a moment in her journal, so she gave up. She rested her quill down against the page, not minding how it smudged against the bottom of the page.\n\nI still feel like an ass.\n\n\"Don't worry about it,\" She said softly. She took a few deep, focused, breaths to try and relieve the tension in her body. After a few moments, she raised her eyes to meet Rigmar's. Her brow furrowed underneath her mask. Slowly, she let her legs stretch out in front of her. She rested her journal on top of them, balanced so it wouldn't slip. She reached up toward her mask. Her fingers ghosted over the bottom edge. \n\nHesitation.\n\nShe pursed her lips before she grasped it and tugged it away from her face. She set it to the side, then looked back to Rigmar to continue the apologetic smile she previously wore. \"He sounds like a lovely person. I would ask what happened, but that feels like I'm asking for you to snap again. I... Hope he's okay.\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "Rigmar took a gander at your face, he paused briefly, before taking a heavy exhale,* \"... Hes not really here anymore... I have to get over the fact that I'm not going to see his face.\" He gives you hints that his Father would of been dead too.\n\n\"...\" He felt tired, and yawning slightly, his eyes squinted as he did, and went back into a calm gaze... \n\n\"I think I've done enough Story telling about my life Elodie... My eyes need some rest. But I hope that you understand, that I do not hate you for what you did-... Please don't feel guilty about me yelling at you, I shouldn't of acted so quick with my words... I'm just trying to forget.\" He said in a softer tone than usual, more of a monotone and tired expression. \"I've enjoyed your company though- its rather nice having someone playing music to try and beat the storm.\" He says, in a more upbeat tone, trying to please the mood, \n\n\"...And about what you said earlier about teaching me, I wouldn't mind I guess... It would be nice to pass the time, while I still can when I am idling around... Though I don't think I can ever be as good as you, the way you play that lute was actually impressive.\" He said giving a soft and faint smile, though it was obvious on Rigmars face that he was pleased about your skills of playing music as you did last time." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Not really here...? Dead? Missing? Estranged?\n\nElodie's mind burned with a million questions regarding the possible outcomes of Rigmar's relationship with his father, but not a single one felt appropriate to ask. She offered him a small nod accompanied by her still-apologetic smile. She reached up to rub her eyes, now that they were free of the confines of her mask, then nodded once more as the knight mentioned shutting his eyes.\n\nEyes? Maybe he has one under that patch?\n\nOnce again, she shook away the curiosity. She cleared her throat before she spoke again. \"Ah, no harm no foul. We're all good.Get some shut-eye! There will be plenty of opportunity for talk and lute lessons alike later.\" She waved her hand in his direction, to signal that all was well. She set her journal aside, then stood to pack up her lute, back in the saddlebag. She gave Bren a gentle pat.\n\n\"Though, I do agree. It's nice to have company that isn't trying to bite me,\" She said with a soft laugh and a pointed look at her mare. She settled herself back down on the weathered blanket she had laid out. She took up her journal once more and resumed her writing where it left off, her expression contended and her body far more relaxed." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "A warm comforting smile posed out of Rigmars face, as he hears your laugh, he looks down, for a while,\n\nAs he then goes into the tent to comfort himself more from the wind, pressing his blanket over himself while laying on his mat along with a small pillow. He rolled the other way, to face away from the kindling fire burning along the cave..\n\n\"Have a good sleep too- Elodie..\" He says after resting his eyes, and falling asleep, spending some time to pass the storm, until the next day passed by." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie remained awake for some time after the knight turned in. She didn't exactly curl up in her bedroll either. After time spent writing, her head fell back against the cavern wall. Her eyes fell shut, and her grip loosened on her quill. Her journal slid off her lap sometime during the night, though she didn't notice. \n\nWhen day broke, it was Bren who took notice. Took notice of the fact Elodie hadn't awoken to tend to her. The mare took a few steps closer to where the bard snoozed, and started to impatiently nudge and nip at her.\n\nUnwilling to get up quite yet, Elodie shoved the mare's nose away from her. She grumbled something unintelligible before she adjusted her position to make herself more comfortable and attempt to get more sleep." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine and Stallion'", "message": "Stallion would just watch along the Cave, his eyes curious outside of the cave itself, as he trots to see what was out there, Stallion saw the storm had passed, and comes back to the deeper parts of the cave, trying to be quiet, but his armour and his hooves were heavy, and lacked any suppression of sound\n\nEither-way, stallion, decided to nudge Rigmars shoulder heavily, making him roll to face the fire, that would also be out of gas, after being burning all night.\n\nRigmar slightly flutters his eyes open, getting out of his bed-roll, and felt the instant shock of change between temperature, he started to shiver hard, after being in the bed roll for too long, his body would start getting used to the normal temperature of the mountain again.\n\nHe gets up out of his bedroll pausing for a while to see Bren simply nibble on Elodie, he kinda showed a sudden pause of laughter, as he chuckled at what Bren was doing.. He sighed, seeing that Elodie, wanted more sleep, he decided to feed both horses while she was out for the count. Grabbing apples from out of his sandbag that was in his saddle-bag, and his satchel, and feeding it to both horses, along with some carrot sticks.\n\nAfter of which, he would re-heat the fire, to gather in some warmth, before they were going to move off, he looked at the fire, and then looked at Elodie, every now and then to check up on her. Though he couldn't stop thinking about what happened yesterday, it was rather eventful... It had been a long time as well traveling with Companions again, i guess he's getting used to it." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "A massive yawn stretched out across Elodie's face as she finally stirred awake. She shifted slightly, slouching as she pulled herself away from the wall. She reached up to pat down a few stray hairs that had been disturbed through the night. Her eyes remained squinted until she reached up to rub at them. When she pulled her hands away, she offered Rigmar a small smile, though she wasn't fully awake.\n\nI should have laid down.\n\nShe turned from one side to the other to crack her back. Her nose scrunched up in a mixture of pain and relief with each movement. She stood up shortly after. She stretched out her arms and legs. She glanced toward Bren, who seemed quite content to be munching on the food given to her by Rigmar.\n\n\"Oh, did you- Bren! How the hell did you get to the food?\" Her words were further evidence that her brain had yet to fully turn on. She had immediately assumed the only way Bren could have gotten food was by somehow reaching back into her own saddlebag to steal it. \"Gods damn it all.\" She grumbled, but didn't move to take the food away from the mare. She valued her fingers.\n\nIt's freezing...\n\nShe sat back down next to the newly started fire. She held her hands over it, then held them to her face to warm it up. Her cheeks had taken a soft, rosy colour through the night and her lack of covering by any blanket or heavier clothing.\n\n\"Ugh. Please tell me that storm has passed...?\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "Rigmar would look at Stallion, as he just stared at Rigmar, Rigmar then got up after being comfortable with the fire, as he walked over to the entrance of the cave and saw that it was clear,\n\n\"It seems like time has passed long enough...\" Rigmar would say in his internal thoughts.\n\nHe strolls back towards the deep side of the cave, and would then sit back down near the campfire, \"It seems as though the storm has settled,\" He says with a calm tone. \n\n\"Let us depart once we are ready.\" He said in a passive tone, he seemed to be in a good mood, knowing he can carry on with his adventure, though he did feel sorry if he had to part ways with Elodie. Somewhere at the back of his mind he would of wished to ask more questions and got to know her better.\n\nRigmar saw how cold she was, he didn't wish to see her suffer, so he took off his red cape, walking over, as he gently wrapped it around her shoulders and her back, the massive cape being able to reach around her. It was warm, and fuzzy, as rigmar had kept it near the fire this whole time. \"This should keep you warm..\" He said in a comforting voice. \"You didn't sleep on your bedroll?\" He said a bit worrisome." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie's head perked up as Rigmar draped his cape around her. She wore an expression of surprise, but a small smile crossed her face. She appreciated the gesture, even if she found it unnecessary. She adjusted the way the cape fell over her shoulders. She brushed off his question with a slight wave.\n\n\"Aha - I guess I didn't. Just my blanket and the cave floor. Not... The most comfortable or warm arrangement but I survived. And I think...\" She paused, holding out her hands to wiggle her fingers in front of the fire, \"All my fingers work. No harm, no foul.\"\n\nNice of him to be concerned.\n\n\"My back is going to ache. My whole body, really,\" She shrugged, completely unbothered by her own observations of her slightly sore self. The bard glanced up to where Bren had finished munching on the food she had been working on. She scrunched her nose up. \"It'll be a pain when back in the saddle. You'll be nice to me, won't you Bren?\"\n\nThe mare snorted, and turned away. She had little to no interest in what Elodie had to say. Elodie's eyes turned back up toward Rigmar.\n\n\"So you'll be off to your festival, then?\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "Rigmar glanced at you, his mouth only showing a faint smile, as if he wasn't use to being happy all the time, but you could tell that he was happy, even if it was a mild expression, seeing that at least you were okay, and the cape was somewhat doing its job to keep you warm.\n\n\"Sadly yes- But I will be leading you out of the mountains first before we depart... At least then, I know that' you'll be safer than out here in a place full of threats.\" He stated, meaning his words full and true.\n\nHe paused for a while, his eye squints as if he is thinking about something to tell you, though his expressions, seemed like it was holding him back on saying it. \n\n\"Bren seemed like she enjoyed every last bit of food I gave her... Ahaha... You have a nice Horse.\" Rigmar would say, as he would grip his armor and starts to put it on, first the cuirass, then the arm plate, and the leggings, but he left his helmet and aventale off, so he could breathe better. \n\nHe fixed his eyepatch slightly, he felt a lot more cozy in his full plate. It provided more warmth since it was just an extra layer. Though Rigmar felt a lot more heavier putting it on, due to the cladded material, though it seemed slightly dented on a few parts of his armor, and looked as if it had been polished thousands of times, along with being scratched... Either way it was still rather cool-looking." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "Elodie's smile waned as Rigmar mentioned leading her out of the mountains. She continued to nod along with his words, glancing toward Bren as he mentioned giving her food. She narrowed her eyes in the mare's direction, as if suspicious of her.\n\n\"...She let you feed her? And she Didn't Try to bite you? That-\" She stopped herself from saying something that may offend the knight's sensibilities. She cleared her throat, and offered him a small smile. \"That's great.\"\n\nBetter you risk it than me.\n\nThe bard took a moment to turn and close up her journal, which had been left aside when she passed out the previous night. She inspected the pages, ensured the ink had dried, then closed it up. She picked up her quill and slipped it in the small holder on the front cover of the journal. Then she reached for her ink pot - which had half-frozen itself over night. She frowned at the sight.\n\n...Hopefully it'll melt.\n\nShe didn't dwell on it for too long. With all her belongings in hand, she stood up. Or at least, tried to. The knight's cape was surprisingly heavy. It made her stumble at first. She found her footing, then adjusted the way the cape rested on her shoulders. She turned away to tuck her items into Bren's saddle bags.\n\n\"That's nice of you to offer and all, seeing me out of the mountains, but I can't left quite yet. I uh... I think something I need is up here. And the only way to figure that out would be to... Stay. So. Don't worry about me though. I'm sure I'll be able to find it and get out before the next blizzard.\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine'", "message": "Rigmar would pause for a while, \n\n\"What do you mean Elodie...\" He said, he was now curious on why you wanted to stay up here, as he knew something was up, or at least something that she might of been missing.\n\n\"Are you missing something from the mountain?\" He questions, as he would be quite posed onto why she even wanted to stay up here too \n\nRigmar gripped his Claymore, and would put it in his Sheathe while resting it onto a moderate sized rock beside him. \n\n\"I am not leaving without you.\" You hear the determination and the command-gesture in his tone \n\n\"If your staying than I am not going anywhere... Even if it means missing that Festival, Its dangerous up here y'know?\" He said, kinda worried, and in question. \n\nHe sighed doing a brief exhale before glancing at you, his eye filled with worry, as she didn't fully and truely know how dangerous this place really was. \"There are more dangers here than in Ostia... Elodie... Do you know how absurd that is? Truely I say to you, I am not leaving you here while I breathe.\" You could see how serious Rigmar was, straight up telling you he'll die to make sure that you make it,\n\nWhat was rigmar on...\n\nRigmar was honest about what he said, he didn't want you to die afterall, after seeing too much people die around him, he would rather save another life than his own.." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "\"Rigmar- what?\" Elodie had just finished putting her things away when she turned toward Rigmar with an expression of confusion. Her brow furrowed together. She searched his one-eyed gaze for any assistance, any explanation further than what he gave. The gesture was kind - but was it really worth it to him?\n\nOr maybe he's just as stupid as I am.\n\n\"I appreciate the offer, but really. I'll be fine on my own. Go have fun at your festival. It'll be time better spent than rooting around in the snow with me,\" She insisted, her voice still lighthearted. \"It's very... Knightly of you and all. And I get that's your whole... Thing. But. I'll be fine. Don't worry.\"\n\nThe bard waved her hand dismissively once more, not wanting to hear any argument even if she anticipated some from the knight. She reached down to pick up her mask. She carefully slipped it back onto her face, making sure it was properly secured for the journey ahead. She sighed softly. Her hands reached to remove Rigmar's cape from around her shoulders. She offered it up to him with a smile.\n\n\"Here! I'm all warmed up now, so no worries there.\"" }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine and Stallion'", "message": "Rigmar would pause, he thought it was best to leave her be then... Since she wished to leave, and depart ways here, he takes the cape back gently, as his gauntlets come slipping off of your hand, and he re-attaches his cape, along his back. \n\n\"Very well then... If you wish to go, I will not stop you.\" He said, his tone, seemingly masking the worry for the Bard,8\n\nHopefully she didn't die, Rigmar began to question on the reasons why, she wanted to stay along the mountain, but he dared not push the question, he decided to leave it be, somethings were best to be kept a secret in his eye.\n\nThough as Rigmar was putting on his helmet, you sensed a somewhat despaired look in his eye, holding great worry, as if he didn't really agree to this, but he was forcing himself to comply... He takes his Horse, while undoing the tent and putting it back into the few satchels the horse had, leaving the sticks that were holding up the fort...\n\n\"Then, I shall depart now Elodie... I shall not waste your time, farewell... For now.\"* He spoke softly, until the 'For now' part, as he raised his tone onto the last words in a more passive and upbeat tone... Gripping the reins of his horse, and patting its large neck, he would start walking out of the cave..." }, { "author": "calliea121", "message": "\"Alright! Farewell, Rigmar! Safe travels, and enjoy your festival!\"\n\nElodie called after the knight with a smile. She raised her hand to offer him a wave. She turned back to Bren, who was already getting an attitude with her. She poked the horse's side softly in a plea for her to comply as she finished packing up her stuff, securing it on the mare and in the bags. She dusted herself off and shivered.\n\nDamn. It really is still freezing.\n\nShe had to practically chase Bren's head around as the horse made it difficult for her to take the reins in her hand. Once she had gotten a hold of them, she tugged them just hard enough to get the mare to look at her.\n\n\"Hey. Quit it. We'll go someplace warm after this, I promise. You can't give me an attitude, especially not out, especially not after you ran off like that before, got it? Good.\" The bard spoke in a hushed tone to the mare before she did a check of everything once more. She turned to the exit, where she saw Rigmar walking with his own steed. She still wore a smile, but a familiar pang of loneliness struck.\n\nAh, damn. Known him for one night and you're already gonna miss him. Let him go, don't be a bother.\n\nShe turned away from the exit, deciding it best to wait for his footsteps to fade before resuming her own journey. She didn't need her own second-thoughts clogging up her mind as she continued onward." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine and Stallion'", "message": "Soon, Rigmar faded, and faded further beyond her line of sight, until he was only a small outline, by then, he had reached the edge of the rolling and snowy mountain, making his way down, as Rigamr got on his horse, to straddle on it, fiercely, gripping his sabatons into the leathers of his horse, as it looked at the far distance of the scenery, there beyond the rims of the Dragonclaw mountains would lay Miller-dale. \n\n\"...Onward Stallion... Let us ride for Miller Dale.\" He said, as if he was a commander in battle, his voice so dominant, and secure of his objective. Though the knight slightly sided his glance, to the long falling of the snow, gripping his torch he would take a flint stone, and re-light the remaining resin on the torch itself, hovering it up into the air with his hand. \n\nSoon, Galloping was heard in the distance, as they ride fast and hard to Miller-dale... The thumping of the snow was even heard in the distance as they moved like a strong wind." }, { "author": "venom_snake1787", "message": "Good rp Calliea lel" } ]	269	18,789
262.131579	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "The night served as a cover for any slick thief with a golden tooth, but instead the night served as a cover for a starving man. Posted up on a tree sitting up tight was a knight in worn out armor an arrow stuck in his shoulder pauldron as well, even though he was in a comfortable position he would seem dead to any animal and scavenger. In front of the suit of armor was a beam of moonlight that struck a pond reflecting a good amount of light, a perfect relaxing zone to take advantage of anything that comes. After some time rustling would be heard from across the pond as a deer would walk out on all fours making its way to the pond to take a sip from some water source. The deer would get comfortable and lean over drinking from the pond, completely oblivious the deer would enjoy his last sips. The angle from the deer and armor was perfect as the suit of armors left arm started engulfing in shadows forming the shape of a small crossbolt arrow in the holder of the wrist bow, before the deer could even look up the bow took it's shot piercing through the deer's left front leg and getting stuck on its front right leg. The arrow shortly slowly dissipating into nothing, the deer was still on instinct mode and limped away. The suit of armor stood up and threw a throwing knife at the back of its hind legs, sadly missing instead landing in the tree next to it. Though the man knew it wasn't going far he followed behind it hunting the prey. Bush after bush, blood pile after another he finally came across the deer on it's last breaths laying down whining in pain. The main quickly walked up to the poor animal and rubbed its snot before shortly sticking the knife from earlier into it's neck, the most painless way to end it.\n\nThe man was kneeling down by the lifeless animal for a bit, shortly after the moment he was having a shadow started to materialize and take the form of a baby wolf. The pup walking up behind the man it sat down and turned its head in confusion \"Xur, you're crying?...\" The wolf than sat up and waltzed over to the body of the deer and nudged it with it's nose, looking up after to Xur the wolf would speak once more \"This is the nature of things, and you know this.\" Xur nodded and stood up, lifting the deer of his shoulder he started walking towards the pond to fill up his flask and make his way to a more suitable place to lay low and eat, the wolf of course following behind.\n\nAfter walking for some time Xur and the wolf had come across a small little hole in a mountain perfect for laying low for tonight, Xur dropped of the body of the deer, his shield, sword and walked out after to find some wood. The wolf stayed back and watched over the spot, about thirty minutes or so go by and Xur returned with four bundles of wood for a nice fire. Xur dropped them near a corner and started to walk towards the deer with a hunting knife and began skinning it. Shortly after the man threw a slice of meat towards the wolf, a snap could be heard as the wolf caught it and began enjoying its dinner. Xur would go to town cutting pieces up too cook for himself, after some pieces were ready Xur began to set up a fire with a bundle of sticks. Setting them all upright he pulled out some flint and steal and after a couple sparks the fire lit up at the bottom where most flammable leaves and sticks were. Grabbing some rocks he put them down by the fire putting the flattest side up to have the food cook evenly, slapping some of the meat on the rocks and the waiting game began. Xur would keep on feeding the wolf, that was his deal with the wolf he made a couple years ago. At first Xur was worried but they began to warm up to each other \"What happens if you don't eat?\" The wolf looked up eyes raised in surprise to the question, then shortly laughing after. He finished whatever food was in his mouth then walked near the fire. The fire provided a shadow behind him that showed the wolf expanding and expanding, form a second he felt a immense pressure before the wolf decided to settle down. \"I see, i'd rather you stay your cute self...\" Xur treated himself to some of the cooked meat, the wolf would do the same to the carcass. After some time of filling up the two decided to call it a night, Xur got up and dragged the carcass far away from them so they wouldn't deal with any bigger threats with a nose. The wolf smothered the fire with his tail,\n\nXur then walked back to laydown near the wolf and found a comfortable position before closing his eyes and resting" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Kaly, pulling her backpack along with her bow and quiver tighter against her, realized that she had made an error when coming back from her time in Aismir. Night blanketed the woods at the base of the Dragonclaw Mountains. Her footfalls were light and careful. She did not want to attract attention of any stranger she may cross paths with. Gliding across the forest's floor, she reached a pond. The water gleamed in the moonlight. Grateful for the light source, she slung her bag off her and stooped low. Rummaging through it, she pulled out a map and tried ascertaining her location.\n\n\"Curse the gods. I have not a clue of where I am at.\" She turned the map several times in vain. Collapsing onto her backside, she softly groaned in frustration. A deer entered. Kaly held her breath. She drew the bow silently and notched the arrow. An arrow hit the deer in its hind leg, but her arrow was still notched. \"What in the world...\" She whispered and then beheld the shadowed man in the tree. With his attention squarely on the deer, she carefully withdrew to the tree line with her things. The deer limped away and the man followed. Edging the shadowed safety of the trees, she followed at a distance. Gasping and covering her mouth with a hand, she gazed upon the baby wolf that appeared beside the man after he took life from the deer. \n\nKaly, again, continued to trail the two until they reached the mountain cave. She witnessed them building the fire and cooking the meat. Being no seer, she had not the faintest idea how this interaction would go, but she decided to go ahead and reveal herself.\n\n\"Um... Hello... Hi wolf\" She stepped from the shadows at the entrance of the cave and into the light of the fire. Holding both hands up, she prayed this sign of peace would suffice. \"I promise I come to you without intent of harm nor thievery. I seek warmth and shelter. I have my own forged food and do not require any of yours. Please allow me to share your fire and I can share some stories along with some other herbal goodies.\" Giving her best, most innocent smile, she waited with bated breath for the stranger's answer." }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "The wolf perked up his ears to the feint footsteps approaching him and his companion, turning his head in surprise to even see a person approach them \"How interesting, we have a visitor Xur!\" The dog happily jumped up from laying down and waltzed over to the lady and walked between her legs nudging at them begging for pets. Xur nodded his head in formality. \"I offer you the same, excuse my companion. He has no name of right now but I call him wolf, fitting isn't it\" Xur chuckled as he took his hand off his dagger for safety precautions. He sat up to a more comfortable position, waving to the lady to sit down. He then threw some more wood in the fire to keep it going. \"What brings you out here? I had a feeling something was following me so I left the carcass of the deer somewhere else in case it was a blood starved beast\" He then pointed to the blood trailed that led out the cave. \"It did fill me up though, please make yourself at home though.\"" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Kaly breathed a sigh of relief as the wolf came up to her as friend and not foe. She stooped down to his level and began giving him pats of adoration. \"You are such a good wolf. Who's the bestest wolf?? You are! Yes, you are, baby!!\" After a few minutes of this, she stood up with some pops and cracks from her bones and joints. As she walked over to the fire, she chuckled at Xur's joke. \"Why yes! I Am A blood starved beast.\" She did her best vampire impression and hoped it would make the stranger laugh. Sitting near him and the fire, its warmth swam over her facial features. Slinging her bag right beside her, she rummaged through it and found what she was searching for. A pipe and a small satchel of herbal mixture. \"Lavender-laced tobacco.\" She explained. Stuffing the pipe to the brim, she stuck its end in her mouth and took a smoldering twig from the fire's base. Lighting the herbal mixture, she breathed it in and blew out circles into the air. Relaxing from the lavender and the nicotine, she offered the pipe to her new acquaintance. As she she waited, she answered his question. \"I am lost, honestly.\"" }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "Xur took of his helmet revealing his not too bad looking face, his purple eyes reflecting off the fire. Then he gladly took the tobacco pipe off her hands taking a few drags from it, he blew a couple O's implying that he was no beginner to this due to his time in the brigade back then \" I'd hope you weren't! I'd rather not put down another acquaintance that wants to be my friend only to go for my blood.\" Xur said with a smile, he of course was joking. Wolf then came over to the lady and sat in her lap getting comfortable \"That smells amazing!\" Wolf said tiredly, he then plopped his head down on the lady's lap and relaxed \"It is pretty good, too bad you can't have any wolf.\" Xur said with a laugh, finally he rested his helmet right beside him and passed the pipe back to the huntress \"My names Xur if you hadn't caught on to the wolf blabbing on, I'm just as lost as you. I've been roaming for awhile now trying to find a purpose, but honestly I'm not stressed. Life has something in store for me\" Xur then glanced to the fire spacing out for a bit \"My mother left me a couple years ago to find my father, I was hoping to find her. Though it's a big world. Scary and dark. Just when i thought I've seen enough, I haven't.. I don't mean to bring the spirits down, but thank you for not trying to kill me right away.\" Xur smiled at her, the wolf peeking one eye open at Xur before closing them again. A curious wolf he was , learning about his companions emotions" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Catching a glimpse of his purple eyes, she could not help but breathily say, \"Wow! How gorgeous.\" Her face grew bright red at this commentary. Desperate for a way out of this awkwardness, she felt the weight of the pup on her lap and instantly melted. \"Oh my goodness wolfie. You are just the cutest thing!\" She pet the dog with one hand and grabbed the pipe with the other. \"Oh! Those are great circles!! I wonder if you can do the jellyfish trick.\" Without further hesitation, she blew a large ring and pushed it out with her hand. Then blew more clouds of smoke into the ring making it look like a jellyfish. She beamed at her trick.\n\n\"My name is Kalypise. Most call me Kaly. And it's lavender laced. My own concoction! I'm sorry you lost your purpose and your mother and father. I'm happy to hear they are still in this world.\" Her eyes twinged with melancholy as she continued. \"Both of mine died in a fire.\" She intently stared into the fire and absentmindedly pet the wolf on her lap. \"Didn't mean to bring the spirits down either.\" She took another puff and then handed it back to Xur. \"It's a pleasure to meet you, Xur, and you as well, my love!\" She nuzzled her nose into the wolf's fur and laid her head on him. She looked up with her emerald eyes at his owner." }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "Xur blushed a bit at her comment, he then watched her do tricks with the smoke and gave a little golf clap in admiration \"You're pretty good at that! You have to teach me how to do that\" He smiled, Xur then looked at the wolf and gave a big grin \"Youre so spoiled wolf! Eh but what can I do about it, I'm the one who spoils you the most\" The wolf perked his ears up, but then pretended not to hear his companion as he was getting all the love in the world he wanted \"Im sorry about your parents Kalypise, I truly am. I imagine you've become a stronger person from it as well. Hell, this concoction you've made is amazing. I know you're full of bright ideas, so don't you worry about bringing the spirits down.\" Xur reached for his satchel and pulled out a flask of liquor from back home. He opened the lid and then drank from it, shortly after offering his new friend a sip \"Its mead from back home, it's good stuff. I won't be offended if you say no either.\" The wolf then nodded his head excitedly as he had gotten into it before \"Oh oh! That stuff is so good, but it doesn't have any affect on me so Xur said I shouldn't have too much of it since I should share\" The wolf cackled, Xur then shook his head \"I swear I don't do it on purpose he just has a knack for getting into trouble\"" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "\"I would love to teach you that trick!!\" She continued to scratch behind the wolf's ear and speak to him with love. \"You are not spoiled! You are just loved by everyone who meets you. I'm sure friends only! Foes... Beware of this ferocious beast!\" Her attention turned to Xur as he commented on her parents and brought out a flask. \"Thank you for your sympathies. It happened when I was young and it chang...\" She trailed off and continued to stare at the flask. \"You don't want to hear about my dead parents! I want to talk more about you and your mead!!\" Taking it quickly after he offered it to her, she took a swig and whistled. \"Wowzers! That is excellent!\" \n\nShe blushed again at his compliment. Digging around in her bag, she pulled out another two satchels. Handing them both to him, she explained their contents. \"The top one is the lavender-laced tobacco. It's good for calming nerves, sleep, and anxiety. The second is sage, rosemary, a bit of salt, and honey in powder form. It's a cleansing herbal tea mixture. Just steep in hot water for 5 minutes. When taking it out, circle it 3 times clockwise. Drink it in its entirety and it will purge your body of bad vibes and offer some protection.\" After a couple seconds passed, she spoke again and reassured the stranger of the gifts, \"It's the very least I can do for giving me such a great gift already - companionship.\" She glanced at the wolf as she pet him and then back up to Xur. \"Please take them.\"" }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "Xur smiled as she took the flask from him without hesitation, he always brought it out to brighten the mood. And that it did \"It's a touch subject, I get it. Another time then\" He was referring to the subject of parents, he then sighed and glanced over to Kaly \"You wanna hear more about the mead and I eh? So be it, I've kinda been around growing up. No place to stay and always moving around with my mother, she taught me the basics of hunting and gathering. Which I can never thank her enough for\" To his surprise Kaly had pulled out more goodies, this put a smile on his face. He listened attentively to her explain how it all worked, then shortly after he nodded and gladly took the goodies off her hands \"I can never be able to thank you enough for this, truly. You've done enough with your presence alone.\" The wolf nodded his head as he was still listening \"This is the most relaxed I've seen Xur in awhile! Thank you lady!\" The wolf thanked her by licking her hands and then jumping up at her face trying to lick it as well. Xur sat there smiling and gave a slight nod as he didn't disagree with his wolf" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Listening to him explain his past, she sat on the ground and listened so intently. She was even leaning toward him more and more with every syllable. \"I had to learn those things myself. I wasn't very good until I found the small group of nymphs who took me in.\" She swirled her fingers on wolfie's fur and glanced down at him. He was such a cutie.\n\nShe waved away the compliments with a guffaw. \"The thanks are definitely not needed. I am quite enjoying myself in your company and in this little angel's presence too. When I first came upon you, I thought that I'd be met with such hesitancy and suspicion. And that was best case scenario. Worst case scenario... One of us would be hurt or dead. This...\" She motioned to the campfire, the cave, the mead, the company, and the wolf on her lap. \"This is more quality companionship than I've had in decades. So thank You.\"\n\nAs her skin crinkled around her eyes, she took a hand and offered a handshake to him. \"I think anymore relaxation for me and I would be in dreamland. Perhaps I am.\" She smirked at her comment." }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "Xur glanced at her hand, he was a bit hesitant at first due to it had been so long that someone offered him a handshake. He smiled and shrugged, taking off his right hand glove following up with shaking her hand. Xurs hand was battered, scarred and had a tattoo of a thorns that led up his arm covered by his sleeves but to her surprise with them coming into contact the tattoo would shine a tad. The wolf shined a bit brighter as well, Xur then broke contact and chuckled \"Hope that's wasn't too weird for you, it's a thing that happens when I'm relived.\" He snickered, the wolf nodded his head as he started to shine down a bit \"Im glad this went the way it did! I've had enough of fighting for my life once.\" Xur fiddled with his helmet engravings beside him before looking back at Kaly \"Yk wolf has this sense, he's able to distinguish smells. I would've know if you were a threat right away but, he was beyond ecstatic which gave me a good enough reason to trust you. So please thank him. I wouldn't have gotten far without him\" He smiled at the wolf, the wolf cackled and smiled back \"Just doing my part of my job Xur, no need for the thanks\" Wolf yawned as he slumped back into Kaly's grasp. He was the most comfortable he's been in awhile" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Seeing the glow of his tattoo, she was enamored with it. Lifting up the forest green sleeves of her tunic, she presented the two tattoos on her forearms. She closed her eyes and began to breathe deeply. The two began to glow brightly in hues of green and blues. Her eyes also glowed as she opened them slowly. Simmering the magic down, everything began to return to normal. \"I can do that too! It's really neat to meet a fellow glower.\" She chuckled musically. \n\nAs she saw the scars, she quickly grabbed his hand from withdrawing. Looking at them, she nodded and produced a salve from her bag. \"I like the scars I have but I know some don't. Would you like a salve to lesson them?\" As she did, she tucked her hair behind her ear and displayed a deep scar running from her ear to the middle of her cheek. \n\nAwaiting his answer, she turned to Wolfie and bowed her head in reverence. \"Thank you so much Sir Wolfie. I count myself lucky to have been smelled as friend and not foe. I did bathe in the river just yesterday.\" She giggled again at her joke." }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "To Xurs surprise, he was met with the same reaction. This had instantly put a smile on his face as he was ecstatic, both of their colors together were beautiful, and truly breathtaking. \"Youre full of surprises Kaly, I had a feeling the moment I looked upon your eyes\" He chuckled along at her joke, then he nodded to her question about the salve \"I never really took care of my wounds, wolf would always lick them for me. He has a knack for blood, he gets a bit cranky when he doesn't eat.\" Xur then noticed her scar by the ear along the cheek, he'd already know the two had gone through hardships of their own. \"I have scars all over my body so it'd be a hassle to take off my gear, but you can put some salve on my hand to make my hand less scruffy\" He smirked, wolf perked his ears up to the words of bathe as he hated water. Xur chuckled shaking his head \"Calm down wolf, I can't even remember the last time I took a bath. I really need one, they wash the days off you. Makes you feel relaxed\" Xur then lent his hand to her, awaiting for the salve" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Shifting Sir Wolfie just a bit, she turned more towards Xur and took his hands in hers. She examined them quite closely and nodded. \"They won't completely disappear due to depth, longevity, and such. It will help with making them less noticeable. I'll also give you some to take with you so you can have some for future scarring.\" \n\nShe took out a bigger tin of the salve and some bandage wrapping. Taking a big goop out of the tin, she spread half on one hand and the other half on the other hand. Gently, she began massaging the salve into his right hand. Swirling and circling the joints, she massaged until a small amount glistened. She scooped out a bit more and dabbed more on the nastier looking wounds. Allowing that hand to rest on her knee, she moved to the other hand and had the same process. Once all was complete, she wrapped both hands in bandaging. Inspecting her handiwork, she nodded once and wiped her hands off with an old rag. Returning her attention to Sir Wolfie, she gave him lots of attention that he'd been missing out on. \"What adventures do you have planned next? I know you mentioned finding your mother. Is there anything else you are wanting to do?\"" }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "\"Scars are scars, they might as well be here with me my entire life. I'm just thankful your doing this for me\" Xur sat patiently for Kaly to work on his hands, it was soothing and comfortable. He smiled as he glanced up to her, the shifting his attention to wolf as he was giving him a look. Xur scoffed, time went by and his hands were all bandaged up. He rested his hands on his lap as he after taking a sip from the flask of mead, putting in between the middle of them to share \"My mother is somewhere out here, but it's not my main goal. I want to find out where Wolf came from, I want to see if he has a home. Though at the same time I'd miss his company, but it's not for me to dictate.\" Wolf turned his head and winced \"Youre my home Xur! I don't know how many times I've told you that!\" He barked, Xur motioned for him to settle down. Wolf followed with a pouty face before giving his attention to kaly \"I also want to see the world for what it is, I met you which give me even more hope than ever. Which I thank you for again\" Xur chuckled as he looked up at the ceiling of the cave \"Maybe start a family? That's a long shot, though I'd love that. What about you? What're you seeking?\"" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Having never been asked that before, she pondered. As she did, she scooted her bag and used it as a pillow. She shifted slightly under Sir Wolfie and put one arm behind her head. The other one was busy petting Sir Wolfie. \n\n\"Hmmm... What am I seeking?\" She took a few more minutes to ponder and then started on her answer. \"I've kind of just been a drifter ever since my parents died. Taking on quests here and there for money. That's what I was doing in Aismir. A job. I guess... I would just like to belong to something and/ or someone. The small group I was talking about earlier... Well they were so mean to me. Never treated me like I was their own. Not like the love my parents showed me.\" A tear rolled down her cheek and onto her scar. \"It'd just be nice to have someone that could accept me as me and love me as me. Look past the trauma, the scars, the brokenness, the caked on dirt...\" She giggled slightly at the last one. \"And accept me for who I am. But I don't know. Maybe, I'm just not lucky enough for all that. Maybe the gods dealt me a bum hand.\" She shrugged and adored Sir Wolfie some more. Taking a deep swig from the flask, she set it back down in the middle with a huge sigh." }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "Xur took his bandages hand to her face, wiping off her tear. He couldn't help himself, but sympathize with her. He pulled his hand back and sighed \"I spent some time in a brigade, to learn the ways of wielding a sword and shield. At first I thought it was fun being around a bunch of people with no goals and just wanting to fight.\" Xur paused, spacing out thinking about the moments he shared in war at a young age \"I was around 16 when I killed someone, and I felt nothing. I continued to feel nothing as I kept killing, but then one day I woke up and decided it was time to leave.\" Xur stared at Wolf as he explained his story, the two of them had been lucky they met \"If I hadn't left, I would've turned into something worse than most things that exist. I would've never met you nor my best bud here\" He stopped to take a drink from the flask, shortly exhaling after. \"I think you're an amazing person, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Find yourself, and find your peace.\" Xur smiled as he was about finished with his little pep talk \"Ive already found mine\" He then pointed to wolf and her" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "She quietly and attentively listened to his story. She nodded sympathetically when he spoke of killing. As he did, she gingerly picked up the Sir Wolfie puppy and gently placed him on the ground in between them. She open her bag and grabbed a blanket and threw it over the both of them. Laying on her side, she curled up and faced him. His hand on her cheek earlier still made her heart swell. \n\nWhen he pointed at her, she shook her head and laughed. \"This night has been wonderfully strange. Who would have thought I would run into a really terrific person? With an equally terrific sidekick? She petted Sir Wolfie's head that was sticking out from under the blanket. As she looked up, the smiled on her face reached up into her eyes. Without an inkling to what she was doing, she booped his nose and chuckled. \"Sorry, I couldn't help it.\"" }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "Xur smiled as she booped his nose, it was reassuring. He proceeded to get into a comfortable laying position facing Kaly \"Careful, you'll make the little one jealous\" He then pointed to Wolf, wolf scoffed as he snuggled with Kaly \"As if!\" Xur chuckled as he teased Wolf, he never really could get enough of it. \"Im just as lucky meeting you, it's been nice to settle down and open up a bit. I'm sure you know how it is.\" Xur then thought of what was going to happen after all this \"What do you plan on doing after all this hm? Back on the road I'm assuming? I was thinking about maybe going to see civilization since it's been awhile for me\" Xur grabbed wolfs head through the blanket messing with him as wolf tried nibbling on him" }, { "author": "Kaly Oakenfury", "message": "Yawning, she chuckled at the vicious attack of Xur's hand by Sir Wolfie. \"What am I planning next?\" She let the question swirl in her mind. \"Well, I need to not be lost in this dang forest... But after that, I'm just kind of wandering. What kind of civilization are we talking about? Small villages? Bigger cities? All of the above?\" \n\nShe didn't want to invite herself but at the same time, parting with him gave her a twinge of sadness. Hesitant to ask the question, she mustered the courage to go ahead with it anyway. \"Does this mean we must part ways?\" She looked down at Sir Wolfie and frowned. She had come to adore this special pupper. She continued to cuddle with the pup under the blanket. Casting her bejeweled eyes on him, she memorized his face as if this may be the very last encounter with it." }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "Xur pondered for a minute as he didn't even think about which direction he was going, the journey they had been going on had no real destination. \"Whatever civilization I'll pop by then I assume, I just need to maybe do a couple things. Repair a few items... I hope we run into a big civilization, been too long since I've ran into those. \" Xur glanced over to the wolf, he had been more accustomed to the lady now as he hadn't stopped begging for love. Xur was totally fine with it, matter of fact he was happy that his companion was happy \"If you'd like i could accompany for however long you like, I have no goal as of right now so sticking with you wouldn't be terrible. I'm sure we would make a great team.\" Wolf perked his ears up in excitement, jumping all around being ecstatic \"Thats of course up to you though, I don't mind parting ways. Something tells me we'll meet again surely\" Xur had finally taken his last gulp of the mead, finishing it all. Letting out a small burp in the process." }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "\"I think I would like to go west. Into Ostia. Head to Elsir Vale. We can gather supplies at their inn and then make our way down to Bridian. It'll be quite the trek, but it would give me plenty of time to get to know you. Also, the road can be a bit sketchy in parts. It would be nice to have someone to help whenever there is a rough patch. Also, instead of all the responsibilities like cooking, hunting, setting up camp, etc. Falling on one person, we can split it. I think it sounds like a sweet deal.\" Snuggling up more with pup and scooting them closer to Xur, she laid on her arm and yawned. Her eyes, getting heavier and heavier by the moment, started closing. \"How... Does that... Sound?\" She began snoring lightly as she drifted to sleep. Startling awake not a few seconds later, she looked up at Xur. \"So sorry. Drifted for a second.\"" }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "Xur sitting down with one knee up as well as one leg laid out, he saw that Kaly was falling asleep. He chuckled and tucked her in along with wolf, he threw some more wood in the fire. \"We can do that, don't worry get some sleep. I'll be on watch for awhile, you and wolf just get some rest for the morning\" Xur smiled as he watched the two, the wolf had really warmed up to Kaly. He wondered if it was something to do with her abilities, she seemed special.. \"If you're up before me just nudge at me and I'll wake up. Sweet dreams Kaly..\" Xur then looked out the cave not breaking eyesight from outside. Guard mode.." }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Giving a small nod of appreciation toward Xur for tucking her in, she snuggled up more with Sir Wolfie and sighed happily. Right before she began snoring lightly again, she whispered, \"Thank you, Xur. Hope the watch goes well.\" And with that she curled up with blanket and with the pup and drifted off to sleep. Though how could it be any better than reality?" }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "The sun eventually rose as the time passed, Xur sat through the entire night without closing his eyes. Always on his tippy toes he was, skeptical but careful. He turned to grab his helmet, sword, & shield equipping them as well as gathering his belongings and stuffing them into his satchel. He turned to see Kaly all snuggled up with Wolf, a small smile formed underneath his helmet. He took a knee next to Kaly and nudged her a few times to wake her up \n\"Wakey wakey, we should get a move on from here.\" \nWolf opened his eyes looking up and Xur, yawning shortly after he tried going back to sleep. Xur flicked him to wake up, Wolf responding with a playful growl" }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_The young man has been traveling for a few days along the mountain side, huddling in caves without so much fire... Or food. He felt feverish... And yet fine all the same... As if he ran hot. He raises his hand up, and with a bit of focus, it envelops in small flames. He's trudging along the rocks carefully, using the light to show him the way. 'Your using too much... You have not eaten in days.' a voice whispers in his mind. He slowly nods a bit, \"And if I can't see... I won't eat at all...\"\n\nA few hours later, the dawn approaches and he quickly lets his focus drift away, his hand quenches in the dawn's early light. His eyes alight on a cave, the early glow pointing it out, \"A rest...\" He murmurs. He heads over to the entrance, his eyes weary as he looks in. He sees an armored man just seeming to get ready for the day and a woman tucked in with a wolf. His hands bring up his spear in a defensive stance, braced across his middle, \"I... No harm...\" He steps forward a bit... And collapses near the entrance, clearly exhausted.\n\nIf approached, you can see that the spear shaft is charred but not burned through, badly burned leather armor and a leather backpack. All seems badly fitted to the young man. If within a few inches, a noticeable heat emanates off his bare flesh, as if fevered. His skin though is not flushed. He looks worn out._" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Kaly groaned at Xur's nudging. \"Just 5 more minutes, pleeeeeease.\" She begged as she cuddled closer to Sir Wolfie. \"I promise I'll get up in 5 minutes.\" Hearing the playful growl, she mimicked the growl. Just as she was drifting back to sleep, she smelled charred leather and smoke. Then she heard a stranger's voice. Throwing the blanket off her, she leapt to a crouch position and snarled. Grabbing the small dagger in her boot, she armed herself. \n\nAs the stranger entered, her demeanor changed instantly. She jumped over the smoldering fire and assisted the stranger. Taking one side, she motioned for Xur with her head. \"Can you help me, please? Do we have any extra food and water? I have some salve for his burns in my bag. Let's get him set down!\" She began walking with the stranger being held up by her small frame. Beginning to dip lower, she yelled, \"Xur. Help. Now. PLEASE!\"" }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "Xur had heard footsteps from behind them, only to be met with a withered away stranger. He had his hand on the handle of his blade ready to draw it, Kaly rushed to the man's aid which changed Xurs response. Taking his hand off his blade Xur walked over to the two and assisted with the man. Finally setting him down Xur then grabbed his satchel, pulling out a flask of water he had along with some pieces of dried meat from a couple hours ago. He set them down near the man and then went over to Kalys bag, bringing it to her he handed it over and then squatted near the man. He put his hand on his forehead to feel his temperature, it was abnormally hot \n\"He's really warm, way too warm.\" \nXur took a piece of cloth from a blanket near him and poured some water on it, he then laid the rag over his forehead to try and bring the man's temperature down. While this was all going on wolf was in the corner of the room, watching in a defensive stance. \n\"What a turn of events..\" \nXur murmured to himself.." }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_The young man slowly comes too, his eyes opening to show bright red-orange eyes. He blinks a bit and the glow settles as he struggles a bit... He hears a bit before muttering, \"That's... Normal...\" He looks about, his eyes land on the water skin and the meat. He struggles out of the hold, and reaches for the food. As he moves, you can see that he is not actually burned at all.\n\nHe tears into the meat and slowly drinks through the flask, his eyes darting between the three. A moment later, he finishes the food left for him and coughs a bit before a rough voice comes out, \"Thanks... Strangers...\" He lays back down and breaths deeply, his eyes seem to glass away for a brief moment, as if he's hearing something from within. He seems to nod to himself before looking up at the three, \"Sorry... For scare...\" He looks down at himself... Before, \"Pyranel...\" And he slowly sits back up. His eyes still a bit wary._" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Worry strained her eyes as the stranger struggled to speak. \"Nice to make your acquaintance, Pyranel, I am Kaly and this is Xur. The pupper in the corner is Wolf. I call him Sir Wolfie.\" She giggled at the last line hoping it would help ease the stranger's mind a bit. \"Can you tell us anything that happened? Why are your eyes red? Why does it look like all your skin is burned?\" \n\nWhile awaiting his answers, she got up and slowly walked to where Sir Wolfie was latibulating. Holding her hands up, she gradually approached him. Sitting softly, she cuddled the pup while Xur tended to the stranger. \"I may have some medicinal mixes that could soothe the pain you are in... But are you in pain?\" As she awaited the answers to all her questions, she gingerly pet Sir Wolfie, swirling her fingers through his fluffy coat." }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "Xur was a bit confused at first, it seemed like he was better once he drank and ate. Seconds ago the stranger seemed close to death. \n\"If it's normal, then I suppose it's normal. Please to make your acquaintance Pyranel, rough travels I presume?\" \nXur then took the rag off Pyranel's forehead, tossing it beside him. Xur turned to wolf and motioned for him to calm down, which he did. Xur let off a sigh of relief. \n\"I am curious on why it's normal for you to be this warm, if you're comfortable with telling us. Otherwise I won't poke at it\"" }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_Pyranel looks between the three and slowly nods... His gaze glazing for a second... As a voice inside his head, 'Go ahead... They might know a place that... Can help.' He nods again, as if to something only he could hear before.\n\n\"I... Awoke in a cave... Some weeks ago... Not knowing what happened. All I could see was burned and charred bodies... And some of the gear survived. I took what I could... And stayed to myself... And this voice. It taught me control...\" He raises his hand and focuses for a moment. Flames envelope his hand and he lets it dance across his palm before snuffing it out. He grins half heartedly at this, \"I... Can control fire... A limited way...\" He looks to the group, \"I do not know how this happened... But the voice said... Something about fire birds... Just can't...\" He falls silent, his head cocks to the side as if he hears something, \"Phoenix...\" And he falls silent. He hangs his head low, \"I am... Not sure where to go... Form here... I don't even know who I am... Was... Before.\"_" }, { "author": "Kaly Oakenfury", "message": "Kaly listened to the newcomers strange origin story and nodded where appropriate. \"So just to be clear, you don't remember anything except waking up to charred corpses which potentially is because of a ... Phoenix?\" She bit her lip and pondered what this meant. Suddenly springing up from the ground, she wiped the dirt off her pants and placed both hands on her hips. \"That can only mean one of three things: you're crazy, you're lying, or you're telling the truth. Until I have reason to suspect the first two, I'll believe that you are telling the truth.\"\n\nShe looked at Xur and Sir Wolfie. Whether to tell the stranger what they were planning to do next or not, she finally decided to let Xur make that decision. \"I'm going to start packing up my stuff, Xur. Pyranel, do you need anything? What were you able to salvage?\" From the corner of the cave, she glided towards the fire and collected her things. She rolled the blanket tightly and stuck it on top of her backpack. Tightening the lids of her salves, she carefully placed them back in the front compartment. Finally, she knocked out the burned contents of her pipe by tapping it on the bottom of her boot. She shoved the pipe in its special sewed-in holder. She slung the pack on her back and moved to the exit of the cave. Leaning against the wall, she waited there to see if the stranger would answer her questions and whether Xur would tell the stranger of their plans." }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "Xur stood up as he no longer needed to tended Pyranel, he gathered his flask and took a chunk out of a piece of dried meat from under his helmet. He turned to Kaly and shrugged, putting his right hand on the back of his helmet he then looked to Pyranel\n\"Well controlling fire is a hell of a thing, listen i'm sure in no time you'll be back on your feet. We were going to head to town, stock up on some supplies and then continue with our journeys, we might go our separate ways after town. You can join us if you'd like though.\"\nWolf then peered in the conversation by slithering through Xurs legs, he went up to Pyranel and sniffed him a couple times before licking the mans hand. \n\"Mm, it does give off heat..\" \nWith that Wolf then went by Xur, sitting down by him awaiting the mans answer" }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_Pyranel looks to Kaly and slowly nods, his eyes furrow as she continued before sighing, \"All I wear or have now is what I was able to salvage.\" He grimaces a bit, \"It wasn't much that survived...\"\n\nHe turned his gaze to Xur, his eyebrow raised, before slowly nodding, \"I should come along. I am going to need... Better clothing.\" He sighs a bit, \"And maybe other gear...\" As he looks about himself, tattered and charred clothing.\n\nHe jerks his hand back at the touch, a small flame popping into existence, a knee jerk and instinctual response before he gets control. He steps away from the wolf and the man, \"Sorry...\" His voice was still rough, and carried slight regret.\n\nHe collects himself a bit before looking to Xur, \"It's a blessing... And a curse... I hope to find a place that can teach me better control...\"_" }, { "author": "Kaly Oakenfury", "message": "As the small flame popped out of his hand, Kaly jumped. She looked at the two men and the dog. Giggling uncontrollably, she doubled over. \"We are quite the group, aren't we?!\" She regained her composure and smiled. \"So I'm heading west. Told Xur here that I want to go to Elsir Vale. I'm sure we'd be able to gather some supplies there. Maybe even find you some new clothes.\"\n\nPeering out of the cave, she saw nothing but land and forest around her. Pulling out her map, she looked at it and then around her. She bit her lip and stared at it. Finally, she folded up the paper and looked at the sky. \"Based on the sun being over there, we need to go in that direction.\" Pointing to the west, she nodded and began walking hurriedly in the direction she pointed at. \"YOU COMING?!\" She screamed behind her." }, { "author": "darktheowl", "message": "Xur let out a small laugh before looking down at Wolf, giving him a little pat on the head \n\"Shall we then?\" \nXur then threw his satchel over his shoulder and began walking out the cave following behind Kaly, Wolf trotting along him as well.\n\"No running off after anything that moves okay Wolf?\"\nWolf then cackled, the jokester he was." }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_He nods and picks up his measly gear, his spear at his side and his pack on. He takes the rear of the group, his mind going through what happened... And trying to remember what happened. The voice... Which he now thinks is a phoenix, stays silent. His gaze moves about, keeping attention to the area as he follows._" } ]	243	9,961
976.666667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Kaz", "message": "'There, that should do it', He thinks to himself, admiring the results of his efforts.\n\nFor the first time in weeks, Kaz had a full belly and plenty of food prepared to last him for a while. His time here in the mountains had been challenging. The game in this area was not plentiful, at least not for the size that he needed. With some patience it was possible for him to catch rabbits or other small game but the time it required and the amount of food he got from it was barely enough to survive day to day. It certainly didn't give him enough to stock up for future needs.\n\nYesterday was the first time he came across tracks of prey that were large enough to be truly worth his time. He followed them through the evening and then late Into the night. The target of his hunt did not travel at night and he was able to make up the ground between them drawing closer before he himself needed to rest. He woke up before first light and continued tracking until he finally caught sight of a magnificent elk, dozing beneath some trees.\n\nHis timing was perfect as the elk was still half asleep and didn't notice his scent until it was too late. Bounding across the space between them, running on all fours, leaping the last fifteen feet through the air, he tackled the creature, sinking claw and tooth into the neck, going for the artery and ripping it out with his fangs. The creature was large and strong and managed remarkably to shake Kaz off and attempt to run. The effort was wasted. The artery was shooting blood out so quickly that the creature barely made it a dozen steps before blood loss caused it to collapse as its brain shut down. Giving into his animalistic nature, he leapt once again upon the felled creature, latching on to its neck and drinking deeply of the warm lifeblood that was pumping freely from it. It is a primal feeling that is like no other and he wanted more than anything to lift his head and roar his victory. That however is where he draws the line. The beast within him is returned once again to its cage. The tabaxi knows that his inner animal is dangerous and must not be allowed to be in control longer than is absolutely necessary for the hunt. He is civilized and he will act as such.\n\nThe best portions of the raw meat that were likely to spoil the easiest is what he ate first, filling himself and savoring the taste and texture of the fresh kill.. He then began carefully skinny and stripping the carcass of its meat. He had prepared a fire and built a box around it to trap in the heat but more importantly the smoke. It took many hours to properly dry and smoke the strips of meat that he had sliced off the elk. Once the process was completed the strips of meat weighed a fraction of what they did when they were fresh and the smoke preserves them so that they can easily last for weeks, providing him a source of nutrition so that he can travel without needing to constantly hunt for his food. He loaded up his backpack with as much as he could carry, putting extra into a side pouch and gorging himself once again on the fresh meat that was left. He buried the carcass in a shallow grave so as not to attract other predators, before stepping back to look at his work." }, { "author": "Nymvial", "message": " ◜🥀 ﹐────────────────────\n_ _\n . ── NYMVIAL !\n\n▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀\n\n「 1 」Smoke... Nymvial, there's smoke. Internalized vocalizations sang venomously in response to her nasal passages being drowned in the familiar aroma of smoke as she lay flat out on her back, her physique heavy with exhaustion. So much so that it took a lot out of the vampire to even open her eyes. They were a luminous shade of brilliant silver, their depths fixating upon the sky above, which moments before, to her at least, had been pitch black. Not anymore. The sky took on a new, whimsical salmon coloring decorated with lavender clouds to signify the early hours of a new morning. Her chest, clad in a square neck, thin strapped top. Not the most appropriate for a place like this. Dragonclaw, from what she read, wasn't known for beauty, but rather its darkness. With a name like Dragonclaw, Nymvial could've guessed that. \"There's smoke...\" Those femininely dark vocals rang out like a lullaby as her restless ophthalmics began to dance about in search for the origins of this fire, but there was only so much she could see when she was lying out awkwardly on her back, not even attempting to move her head to offer more leeway to what she had been looking for. Alas, her upper half began to drag itself upward, her unusually exposed back hunched over creepily whilst she raised at velvety palm to her blood stained lips. How long had she been here? \"Leave me alone...\" She muttered, though that was the only bit of her speech that were even remotely coherent. Straightening her bruised spine, the woman begrudgingly repositioned herself to a wobbly stand, her trembling frame struggling greatly to remain upright. Like a drunkard, Nymvial staggered around, her muscular limbs flailing about helplessly as her claws gripped any nearing tree trunk, so hard that her fingernails began to tear themselves backwards, pulling themselves from her nail beds, ultimately resulting in a slow oozing of blood to come trickling down her hands.\n\nMmmnn!\" She groaning tiredly as she continued to stumble through the heavily forested area.\n\n「 2 」Her blood stained hands steadily pulled back some thick vegetation so she could gracelessly pull her curvaceous body through the the thickets. Alas, she had made it through, but now she stood before a pretty sizable grassland. Just as she moved her atypically small foot to take her first steps into the significantly taller grass, a ruffling sound had caused those now glowing silver eyes to roll disturbingly to the side, without even turning her head to follow. Once confused ophthalmics now housed dangerous predatory intent as her body began to slink into the shadows produced by nearing vegetation to follow what she'd heard. And there it was... A bull elk grazing peacefully. To tell you the truth, Nymvial didn't fancy eating animals. In fact, it pained her greatly. But the same can't be said when she was overthrown mentally by her own thirst for blood. Blood.. Oh how she loved blood...* From the comforts of the shadows, she lightly traced a bloody finger around her moistened lips. Tch. That's when it ran..\n\nWhen she kissed her teeth. Alarmed, the elk began to take off, and she followed closely behind. Unfortunately for this bull, Nymvial have been riding on its shadow and it didn't even know it. With her efforts completely set on this hunt, Nymvial hadn't noticed that the smell of smoke had been growing prominent. Besides, the smell of food was far more overbearing anyways. At least, to her it was. Morphing back into her physical form only to be thrown skywards, the feral woman sent her body barreling onto the back of her victim. This had caused an imbalance in the Elk's movement, the the crashing weight of this woman had thrown it off course, causing it to fall clumsily onto the ground, though the impact wasn't enough to stop the two from tussling and continuing to roll. Roll unknowing right into the camp someone had set up. That is, before Nymvial ruined it. Now sitting awkwardly upon the elk's loin while it kicked about desperately in attempts to free itself from the beastly woman, Nymvial enclasped it's head in a tight grip of her trembling hand, forcefully pinning it onto the ground. \"Don't...\" She mused, elongated tongue now wriggling around the outskirts of her plush lips as she spoke. \"Don't look at me so pitifully!\" Once coolly vocals abruptly escaped her pharynx in a blood-curdling screech. \"You did this to me! You did this to me...\" Her pulchritudinous face fell into a clear state of distress as she tilted her head to stare deathly upon the fallen creature. Within a matter of moments, her pearly fangs had been inserted into the elk's neck, finally allowing her heaving physique to rest, allowing herself to be pleasured by the flow of fresh warm blood. Because of this, her silvern eyes began to lose their luminescence, finally softening.\n\n「 3 」When her feral state had been mitigated, then was her senses allowed to come flowing back into the vampire, now bringing another problem to be addressed. That's right. Smoke... Nymvial lifted her head from her feast, revealing a now disorderly and crazy look she had now taken on. When she rotated her cranium uneasily about, what she saw had pulled a unfazed look from her. The dark figure that stood aside her was one that she failed to notice before. How stupid had she been. Soulless silver eyes rested softly upon him as oral vestibules fanned out into a toothy grin, her teeth dripping a pretty deep red liquidation from their tips. \"Are you hungry?\" A Bone-chilling purr from the woman reverberated throughout her throat as she lazily began to move to a lay upon the elk, her head being placed ever so gently onto it's head. All whilst her eyes had remained unmoving from the dark figure." }, { "author": "Kaz", "message": "As a small child living in the jungle with his parents, the first time Kaz was allowed to venture out unaccompanied was when he was 4 years old. Prior to that his parents, one or the other and sometimes both would always accompany him. They used these times to teach him the ways of the jungle. They showed him how to survive, which things were dangerous, which things were safe, how to get liquid, how to hunt and kill. There were many such lessons and he was an apt pupil at these lessons in life. It wasn't until after his fourth birthday that he was finally allowed out on his own. He relished this freedom and roamed wherever he desired. Knowing that his race was hunters and that he had been taught the ways of hunting, it was only natural that he should take this opportunity to try and see if he had learned the lessons needed. He wanted to know if he was also truly a hunter.\n\nOne could argue that thoughts such as these did not belong in the mind of a four-year-old. Those philosophical debates mattered not to this young and hungry tabaxi. During his wandering he came across a recent trail of prey that seems small enough for his rather diminutive size. He carefully began tracking and closing in on his prey. His attention was focused on the creature before him where the trail ended. Its head was in the foliage snuffling around for food. It was not aware of the danger that lurked like a young kitten with its tail dashing back and forth excitedly, ready to pounce on its hapless victim. The life and death battle between the young hunter and his prey was bloody, violent, and honestly the most fun he had ever had in his life. In the final moments when he was able to get his teeth onto the neck of his victim and attempt to rip it out in a messy and painful way that lacked any sense of elegance or grace. This young hunter practically blinded himself with the blood spraying straight into his face and eyes and coating his body with the sticky red substance. Some even sprayed into his mouth and at that moment Kaz was forever hooked on the taste of warm gushing red blood being pumped directly from the arteries of his prey.\n\nSixteen years after that fateful day, Kaz finds himself standing in a small clearing of the Dragonclaw Mountains, looking down with a satisfied smile on his face having gorged himself upon his recent kill and then carefully smoking and preserving enough meat to last him for a couple of weeks without needing to hunt again. At this very moment, a disturbance in the forest comes crashing down next to him. He stared disbelieving at the body of a full grown elk having crashed through the trees and underbrush and landing in a crumpled heap with the wind knocked out of it. Sitting astride the beast was a terrifying sight. It looked like a woman, but it was wrong in so many ways. In all of his years living and hunting in the wilds of this world he had never had a singular experience to match this one. He couldn't even move and was unsure what he should even do. It took but a moment of hesitation from him and the moment was gone. The woman who had ridden the beast right into his camp had leapt upon the neck of the elk, her face burying itself and the blood came running out and down its fur in rivulets. Her face turned towards him, fresh blood still dripping from her fangs and a chilling question was left hanging in the air before him. \"Are you hungry?\"\n\nStaring back at those cold unblinking eyes, only one thought was screaming in his head, 'Hell NO! I just finished eating my own elk and I feel like I waddle when I walk right now.' However, that did not seem like an appropriate response at this time. Many years ago his master taught him the appropriate rituals to be used in this sort of situation. When faced with a stranger whom you have never met before it is required to follow the appropriate formalities before one may converse openly. These teachings were rigid and had no exceptions. They must be followed for it is unsafe and unwise to speak with a stranger. Therefore the first thing that must always be done when meeting one is the exchange of names.\n\nHe bowed to her \"Greetings. I am Kaz\"\n\nWith the ritual having begun, he stands back up and peacefully awaits her response. Until the ritual is completed no other conversation is allowed. He stands there looking at her expectantly hoping that she will provide the required information so that he may finish the ritual and allow the two of them to converse." }, { "author": "Nymvial", "message": "「 4 」Truth be told, Nymvial knew of these beings, but had never gotten to see them with her own two beady eyes. A melanated Jaguar was standing right afore her, still taller than if she were to stand on her tippy toes. To tell you the truth, it unsettled Nym greatly. As a vampire, there were few things that put genuine fear in her heart. Animals. They were the first creatures to ever set foot on this god forsaken planet, and she considered them to be more powerful than any being she's ever heard of. Including herself. But this one was different: he had been walking upright on his hind legs and kept his stature akin to a human's. Nym would've feared the lad more if he had been a regular Jaguar. And those fascinating yellow eyes could put one in a trance, their golden depths housing the clearest amount of disbelief within them, and she wondered what would cloud them next. It gave the woman chills. The now seemingly cold breeze had been pinching her pallid derma as if she'd been poked with various icicles, and the tawny pelt of this fallen elk that she had been so carefully laid upon wasn't much help either. Still, it was comfortable to say the least. Her eyes then narrowed slightly upon further inspection of the peculiar tabaxi. What a beast. A wondrous design created by he who creates. Bringing her chest to a dramatic heave as she took in a deep breath, the demoness latched on to either side of the elk before slowly arising to a sit upon it, the same way she had been sitting before. Though not for long, because she'd finally come to a stand before crossing her trembling limbs ever so delicately atop the middle of her Frame, her awkwardness now returning to the maiden.\n\nThose nailless fingertips encrusted in blood tapped lightly upon either side of her upper arms in thought as her cranium tilted questionably whilst eyes remained glued onto their target. Alas, the sudden movement of the standing big cat pulled a rather started reaction from the lass, where she'd furrow her brows with shear befuddlement at the pilot gesture. That is, before it morphed into a more displeased one. When her brows relaxed, an eerily tight lined formed itself upon her unamused facies before releasing a disappointed sigh at the gesture. Oh how she hated formalities like this. These faux displays of dignity and politeness really frosts her fangs on unheard of levels. The scummiest of beings always used these snobby acts to mask their true belligerent and malevolent nature. To tell you the truth, no genuinely evil person would make their wickedness recognizable. But rather subterfuge their cruel and inhumane intentions. How pathetic! Her internalized vocalizations spat distastefully at the thought, though she wouldn't express it aloud. Then again, she had been the one to come raging inter his camp like a bat out of hell. The least she could do was accept the greeting.\n\n「 5 」\"Kaz,\" She echoed robotically as she allowed her eyes to fully open again and look to see if this name had suited him. Was Kaz short for a title much longer or was it fully his name? Either way, she appreciated its littleness. Easy to remember and easy to say. Well, besides the fact that Nymvial would pronounce the Z as an S. Kaz sounds like a name for one for one of considerable importance. To their own kind though. Fortunately, Nym did return her name back to the beast. \"Call me Nymvial.\" She hummed calmly before finally, for once turning away from the walking Jaguar in order to scrutinize the scene, which she herself had sent into disarray, around her. \"I smell death...\" She whispered venomously before the scent had forcefully pulled her into investigation. Her pearly white teeth had been lowered hardly upon her bottom red-stained lip in complete focus on what she had been searching for. Alas, she came upon an unnatural hill of dirt. Raising a trembling finger, Nymvial pointed square at the makeshift grave. \"What did you kill?\" Without turning her head to look, the eerie woman rolled her ophthalmics Sideways to glare at Kaz with suspicion. If this Jaguar had been nearly as dangerous as she thought, it would've been wise for her to book it and take flight to safety or to where she could safely avoid a dispute with it. \"Wha-\" She started, but quickly stopped herself from saying anything more. Simply because the thought that she had no room to ask that had finally came to her. To be fair, he had been here far before she has. Before she came crashing in on an elk like a bull in a Chinese shop. She hope she hadn't ruined any of his belongings. Nymvial really didn't like causing problems for others, especially since she preferred to stand clear of them in general.\n\n「 6 」As a vampire, trouble always came to Nymvial, right at her doorstep, if she had one at least. It's like she was a magnet for negativity. No matter where she goes, no matter where she is, misery just follows suit and cause mayhem around her. Truthfully, if she could escape all of her problems, she could. Unfortunately, Nymvial would have to live much longer until she finds her attacker and get what she lost before. Until then, she won't be able to bring her life to an end how she wanted to. However, she told herself that she'd find him soon and she'd make him regret living, just like she had. Nymvial had quite the events planned in her future, and she couldn't wait til she got to partake in them." }, { "author": "Kaz", "message": "He had been holding a small amount of tension within his body as he awaited her response. In the past he had unfortunately run into individuals who were not familiar with the ritual greeting and even worse were of a suspicious nature and reluctant to provide their names. These situations quickly grew awkward as conversation between strangers was forbidden. Often, he would need to simply walk away, ignoring the statements or questions being hurled at his back since he was not allowed to respond. These negative experiences were frequently at the forefront of his thoughts whenever he began the ritual with a new stranger. He secretly feared running into such a thing again and felt a sense of dread that those situations could turn ugly or even deadly with the misunderstandings that could occur. It was for this reason that he gave a small sigh of relief, relaxing the tension within him as he finished the ritual\n\n\"It is an honor to meet you Nymvial\" He said with a slight bow of his head towards her\n\nWith the ritual completed, normal conversation could now occur. The fact that she had responded to the ritual and shared her name, meant he was dealing with an intelligent being and not simply a monster in a humanoid form. He watched her carefully, noting her agitation and erratic nature, he chose the opposite path in hopes of setting her at ease. In a smooth motion, he folded himself down into the lotus position, both of his empty hands facing upwards on his lap, showing that he held neither weapon, nor hostility towards her. In a similar fashion, his relaxed posture indicated he did not feel threatened by her presence. He exuded a sense of peacefulness and tranquility as if he were sitting down to enjoy a cup of tea with a friend.\n\n\"The answer, my friend, to both of your questions are effectively the same. Much like you, I am a hunter and rely on finding and killing appropriate prey in order to sustain myself. The small amount of dirt that you indicated covers what remains of an elk that I killed and then spent the night carefully stripping the meat and smoking it as a means of preservation. Having gorged myself in the process on the portions that are not as easy to preserve I can honestly say I have eaten more than I should have. I doubt I will be hungry again anytime soon.\"\n\nHe looked at the body of the elk which lay on the ground still warm and fresh from her killing of it. So far, he had only seen her drink of its blood which he understood the appeal but for his race, that was merely a victory spoil and not actually a meal that would sustain him very long.\n\n\"Please do not let my presence prevent you from eating your meal.\" He made a small gesture towards the elk \"If there is some discomfort eating with others around or a ritualistic need to only consume your prey when you are alone, then I will be more than happy to remove myself and allow you the peace and solitude that might be required.\"\n\nHe looked up at her with curiosity in his eyes. There appeared to be a myriad of questions he wished to ask of her regarding her nature, her past, and where her path was taking her. Asking such things at the beginning of a conversation such as this, would seem quite rude and unconventional. He prided himself on treating others with respect and following the conventions of civilized folks. He would feel shame to do less than that towards another who had shown no reason to deserve such things. He would simply sit there looking up at her calmly awaiting her response and enjoying the chance to converse with another." }, { "author": "Nymvial", "message": "「 7 」His gesture was a kind an helpful one to say the least, and ultimately, it extricated a slow blink of her shimmering silvern ophthalmics to signify approval of this Jaguar's presence. Although, his display of empty hands was simply unnecessary due to the fact that she knew if he had it on him, he would've Drawn it as a reaction to a crazed feral bitch coming crashing down onto his camp. Nymvial was Belligerent , but she was still fair nonetheless. Unfortunately, her acceptance of the tabaxi would quickly disappear after he had, once again, took a brisk bow in the woman's direction. Alas, her face scrunched significantly with utter disgust with the snobby behavior demonstrated by the walking beast. He was a Jaguar on two feet. Truthfully, he hasn't a single reason to be so formal. Especially in front of a demoness like Nymvial herself. Now, what she didn't expect, was her constantly listening ears to be overwhelmed with an influx of words, only more than half of which would've gone comprehended by the taken aback woman. This tabaxi had quite the mouth on him to say the least. Nymvial watched awkwardly as he continued to speak but remained in the same positioning she had been in before, with her finger still pointing aimlessly at the makeshift grave. What the hell was he on about? Brows furrowed drastically upon the sudden confusion brought upon the lass by the well-spoken kaz, thus resulting in her hand being raised to be place lightly upon her comely facies. Once comforted, she let her limbs fall mindlessly at her curvy sides before she shifted about to fully face the stygian cat, gleaming eyes not fixated upon him. Unfortunately she didn't return his kind words. Nymvial hadn't yet known if his acquaintance was an honor.\n\n「 8 」\"This isn't my appropriate prey.\" She deadpanned, though her cold vocalizations held considerable truth within them. It wasn't. Animals were only feasted upon if you were unable to access the blood of humanoid beings. It was a way to mitigate the thirst for blood. It wasn't what she preferred, but Nymvial was considerate and often decided against feasting on people. \"And I already ate.\" She made sure to clarify before breaking her stare to start frantically rearranging her disorganized clothing which had occasional tears, twigs, leaves, and loose foliage all around it. The looked a complete mess! Once she was finished, her head shot back up to continue inspecting the walking cat. She was honestly impressed that he had been capable of talking so much. Her jaw would've probably dislocated from talking so much. In fact, it began to hurt just thinking about it. Nymvial began to gnaw at her bottom lip in regards to that.\n\n「 9 」\"You...\" She started calmly as she began to come slinking over, her snake-like gait unwavering. \"Talk a lot.\" A subtle huff came erupting from her nasal passages as she now stood just a couple feet in front of the melanated Jaguar. Folding her arms back atop her middle again, she awaited an explanation from Kaz, though she didn't really know what kind of explanation she was looking for. Probably why he had been there in the first place. Or where exactly had he been headed. Regardless, Nym still arched an eyebrow questionably at her internalized questions. Though she'd prefer to have any kind of answer, Nymvial didn't feel entitled to getting one. Especially from a stranger. A stranger that was a talking black jaguar." }, { "author": "Kaz", "message": "Starting at the tender age of 12 due to an unusually traumatic experience, Kaz began traveling with a wise old monk who protected him from those who would do him harm and also trained him in his ways. For 6 years they traveled together and he continued to learn and grow in his skills as well as his understanding of the world. The two of them seemed to be constantly on the move. Never staying in one location more than a couple of days. There were even some occasions where they walked into town in the late morning and were already walking out by the early afternoon. Sometimes this simply meant they were in a hurry to get to a specific location by a particular time but more often it meant that they had encountered racial hatred towards Kaz. There was a subset of bigoted humans who felt they were the height of evolution and that any non-humans who were belligerent enough to go walking around on two legs and speaking to them as if they were equal deserved to die. These times always turned into teachable moments. Non-violence was always the correct solution. However, if someone in the town chose the path of violence against them then the teachable moment became how to defend yourself and disable the other person without bloodshed. Pain and broken bones on your opponents still counted as not having blood spilled. Kaz was allowed to witness many useful fighting techniques this way, which the monk then taught him and helped him to practice in the weeks that followed. Unfortunately none of the many lessons had prepared him for this particular encounter with a rather unusual creature.\n\nHe patiently sat there watching Nymvial as she seemed confused by his polite speech and calm demeanor. The fact that his simple words seem to deepen her own confusion rather than resolving it, stymied him. Her own brevity in response to his verbosity left him carefully pondering what sort of depth to their attempt at communication would even be possible. If she so strongly felt he spoke too much then it limited the length and breadth of what he could say without further annoying her. Her own minute attempts to vocalize seemed to barely meet the definition of a minimal sentence. How does such an alien creature learn from those around her if she doesn't wish to hear or speak beyond the extreme basics.\n\nShe laid out a claim that the elk was not appropriate prey and yet she expended the effort to hunt and kill it all the same. Would that mean her preference is for larger animals or smaller animals? Since the wild Elk is one of the largest mammals in this area it is difficult to believe that she would need something of an even greater size or mass. Had she preferred smaller prey there are certainly plenty to be had but perhaps she has difficulty catching the smaller ones? Without further explanation from her it will continue to be a mystery to him. Even if she did attempt an explanation, it would likely be so brief as to provide no actual information that would clarify things.\n\nHer next claim was that she had already eaten. Looking at the still warm and lifeless body of the elk, it was fairly clear that there was no solid material taken from it. The only essence of a physical nature that he could determine had been removed would be the warm blood that had come pumping out of its neck the moment she bit into it. There certainly was only a miniscule amount that had come from the neck wound she had inflicted upon the creature. This would lead him to assume she had drained the blood and consumed it as her nutrients. He had heard legends of such creatures that fed upon the blood of the living and stalked the night. He looked to the sky, verifying that it was indeed daytime and the creature before him seemed unaffected by that fact. It is possible that the legends were incorrect or another possibility would be that this creature is not actually the same as the legends speak of. He would attempt to mirror her brevity which seems to be more comfortable to her while also asking one of his many questions that tumbled through his mind.\n\n\"What are you?\"\n\nHe winced, asking such a direct question with no preamble or explanation. It seemed quite rude and against his nature to do so. However, it is possible that she would feel more comfortable speaking of herself rather than listening to his peaceful dialogue.\n\nHe had been pleasantly surprised at her attempts to clean herself up as if she was making some modicum of effort towards impressing him by acting in a more civilized manner. As she approached closer to stand in front of him he made no move to shift and stayed seated calmly looking up at her with no apparent concern but simple curiosity on his face. She asked no questions of him and yet stood there with her arms crossed, holding an attitude of awaiting a response, after complaining to him quite clearly that he talked too much.\n\nHe certainly could attempt to explain any number of things. What he was, why he was here, what he was doing, what is his purpose in life... Such explanations out of the blue would only sustain her annoyance with his talking, especially if she was already annoyed from simply answering questions that she actually asked." }, { "author": "Nymvial", "message": "「 10 」The unanticipated question shot towards the woman by kaz was prying in its entirety, though Nymvial had no real response to it. Not one that she felt would live up to expectation. In truth, she was a vampire. But her words would come to say otherwise. \"I don't know what I am.\"\n\n「 11 」Now lusterless ophthalmics has since drained themselves of whatever life they seemed to have left as they peered beyond the melanated Jaguar standing before her and into the black void of nothingness. Nothingness where nothing would begin to cloud her mind. It was a lost cause. She was far too gone. On the surface, it looked as though she was looking at him, but really, she had been looking right through him. To be honest, Nymvial didn't know what she was. A vampire? Sure thing. But she couldn't bring herself to simplify her new life stage in such a minimalistic way. A couple of hundreds years before, her answer wouldn't have been the same. A human. A person. Somebody... But Nymvial hadn't been either of those. Her livelihood, her right to humanity have been stripped from her one fateful night by a man who hadn't the right to beg to mercy. Fanged dentition began to lower themselves upon her plump lower labium, eventually piercing it, leaving a minuscule creeping strip of blood to come trickling down her sharpened jawline. Her hatred for that man was evident, and Nymvial would most certainly find him one day. For painfully long years, years and years and years, Nymvial had to suffer immensely with the newfound thirst she'd obtain from the early stages of being turned into a vampire, and many times did she attempt to just lay there and pray death would come to collect another soul at some point. But going against what you're programmed to do is far more difficult than anyone could imagine. How many carnivorous animals you know of could stop themselves from trying to hunt when they were hungry? Probably none. She was the same way. She was no different from a goddamned animal now, and there was virtually nothing she could do about that. Besides sulk In her own misery at the fact that the life she'd known was no more. And that said a lot since the life she knew before was no better than the one she lead now. Life.\n\nLife was such a bitch to any and everything that had it. Oh how she wished she could cheat the system. To be Frank, Nymvial cared not for her own life. The only time she did was when she thought about finally getting her quaking, skinny fingers on that sweet sweet revenge she had promised herself. And once she could get a hood hold on that? She'd successfully cut her own life short. Shorter than what it needed to be. To her, 200 something years greatly succeeded what she was supposed to have. For a moment, the warmth of tranquility began to take its course throughout the trembling frame of the demoness as she remained mentally absent from where she had currently been standing. But like all good things, it didn't last forever. Those lifeless silvern orbs of hers began to travel downwards upon a new sight. A Jaguar, but one that had been stalking around her on all fours, like it should've been. Cautiously, the woman began to stagger backwards, arms just barely offering enough balance to keep her standing upright. Now glimmering golden eyes belonging to the beast had took on a new predatory glare to them. The beast's rounded shoulder blades would arise and fall again which each step the stalking Jaguar took all whilst enraged roars and snarls began to pull themselves upwards from the depths of its chest. Incoherent mumbles started to come splurging out from Nym's bleeding mouth as she fleetingly threw both of her hands up to mask her from the sight, protect her from the view she had just been unsettled by. Nymvial could've sworn that if she could close her eyes any tighter, one of her veins would've popped! Then there was silence...\n\n「 12 」It's quiet... Sing song vocals chimed and echoed within the systems of her mind, her thoughts. It's quiet!\" She exclaimed, causing the woman to reopen those lost eyes and remove her hands from her face. And there he was. Kaz, had been standing right in front of her again. Now blinking to readjust her line of sight, Nym took a step back, almost wanting to ask where she'd been. But a new interruption had her square cranium whipping aside, brows now furrowed with blatant dismay. Her heightened senses had picked up on a rather familiar sound. Feet. Human feet. And there was an alarmingly high amount of them. And voices too. They were talking, but Nymvial couldn't hear enough to comprehend what they had been saying. \"Humans ...\" She hummed oddly calmly before finally turning towards Kaz. \"They're on their way.\" Without feeling the need to further explain, Nymvial spun around on her heels and began to walk speedily in the opposite direction to where she heard the commotion from. Nymvial never really had the most pleasing interactions with humans, and considering what Kaz had been, Nymvial doubt they'd be remotely welcoming of his presence especially when they hadn't with her, and she resembled a human more than he had. It was completely up to him rather he'd follow behind or not. Now luminous oculars began to dart hastily about, their contents proficiently scanning their surroundings for reliable paths but also in search for any potential threat." }, { "author": "Kaz", "message": "The woman standing before him was a complete enigma to him. She clearly was not human nor was she of any other race or species he had ever encountered. The way she behaved and attempted to interact with him seemed chaotic and alien. It looked as if she was driven by forces that she herself did not understand and certainly had no control over. Given her strange behavior as well as her abnormal appearance, his simple question would seem to be one that could be completely anticipated by anyone observing such an exchange. While her answer seemed odd and one might say even impossible, the reality was that it did not surprise him in the least. Aside from her name, which he did greatly appreciate receiving, she had not provided at any level of detail, any useful information at all. Her response that she did not know what she was fit with everything else. She wore about her shoulders, a cloak that was made entirely of confusion. She held it close about her as if it were an old friend giving her a warm embrace that she had desperately missed for many years. She snuggled within the warm confines of this confusion and seemed to reject any small moment of lucid thinking, as if it might poison her and leave her choking on its bitter after taste.\n\nAfter delivering her brief and utterly uninformative answer, the woman seems to simply stare off into space as if she were really delving back through the annals of time into her own past, reliving old memories or perhaps old nightmares until eventually her eyes begin to move once again. Kaz continues to sit on the ground, unmoving in a non-threatening manner before the woman. His attempts to exude a sense of calming peace and tranquility have failed to have a positive effect upon her. Now as her eyes look down towards where he is sitting, she begins to stagger backwards, a concerned look of almost fear written upon her face as if she is seeing something utterly different than what is actually there before her. She begins to mutter incoherently and then throw her hands up in front of her face as if to protect her from some hideous sight. Had there been any doubt remaining, this would have eliminated it beyond the shadow of such thinking. This woman had lost touch with reality long ago and apparently suffers from hallucinations of both sight and sound. It is difficult to say what is the root cause of such mental ailments as this. It could be related to her diet which seems limited to liquid from large animals or perhaps small animals, that part was never really clarified. Another possibility was that she has been living in the wild, on her own, for far too long and has lost the ability to see reality around her. Her mind having snapped from lack of social interactions has now created a fictional reality that she lives within and that nobody else can see or hear.\n\nOut of the blue she seemed to have a moment of lucidity and her eyes blinked refocusing on Kaz. Holding her warm blanket of confusion tightly about her she quickly ducked and avoided any possible clear thinking or connection to the reality about her. She began speaking about humans on their way and without another word she turned and walked off quickly leaving the still warm body of the elk she had killed and drained. Kaz watched her rapidly retreating away from the small clearing that had been his camp. He slowly cleaned up the camp, putting things away. He stopped to listen many times but there were never any signs of humans. This far from any town or city it felt nearly impossible that there would be any group in the area. Occasionally there might be a singular hunter or maybe even a couple. He had never run into any though. They were simply more figments of a mind that had lost touch with reality. He felt sorry for her, but she seemed utterly beyond any help he might be capable of providing for her. The entire experience had been utterly surreal to him. He began to question whether this was all some very strange dream and wondered perhaps he had thrown some strange wood upon the fire and its fumes had affected his mind. Over the coming days and weeks these thoughts would frequent his mind, always wondering whether that woman actually existed or was merely a figment of his own mind. One thing that would always bother him about all of this was the fact that no matter how often he checked, the dead body of the elk was always there as proof that something very strange had happened in his life.*" } ]	942	8,790
32.057692	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En was traversing up the side of a high inclined mountain, basket in hand. Eventually, she reaches a landing and adjusts herself accordingly" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "Silas strolled along the side of said mountain, a rucksack slung over his shoulders as he marched across the uneven heights. His eyes flicked to the side, and his cerulean gaze seemed to lock onto something up in the distance.\n\n\"... Mutton?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En began to take some things out of her basket. A gingham patterned blanket, a salad, and a jar of jam. As she was setting up her picnic, she noticed Silas walking up the side of the mountain. She waved at him with a smile" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "The man, laden with equipment, took a moment to retrieve a crossbow from his pack. Then, he planted the weapon onto the ground, foot in stirrup, and began to wind its drawstring back" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En's eyes widened as she saw him ready his weapon. She quickly got up, ready to fight, or take flight" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "Silas froze in turn, his bright blue eyes holding a steady gaze upon the creature before him." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Time seemed to stand still, En thinking over her options WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! She called out" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "Silas held his gaze for a moment longer. Then, the goat-woman's words finally seemed to rouse him from his focus, and he straightened himself.\n\n\"You,\" He called out, crossbow still in hand. \"What manner of creature are you?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "I'm a satyr! I'm not food! She called back, her body shaking in fear that he'd shoot her off the mountain" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"Satyr.\"\n\nSilas allowed the word to echo through the air for several moments, as if the man were in silent contemplation.\n\n\"... What do you taste like?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En didn't know how to respond to that. She stood in silence, thinking of what to say next If you're hungry, I can give you some food! She offered" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"What do you offer?\" He queried." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "I have a salad and some jams. Im sorry I don't have anything else..." }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "Slowly, the man paced forth, his crossbow still held in his hand. \"Salad and jams,\" He muttered, gaze left unwavering. \"Were you planning on delivering them to someone?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "No, I just brought them up here for a picnic" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"Hm. How carefree of you. Do you not have an occupation to attend to?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En paused for a moment I make my own jams, made this one myself She picks up the jam she placed down on the blanket" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "Finally, the man stopped before the blanket, his eyes shifting from the satyr to her apparent wares. \"What kind of jam is it?\" He queried." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Apple Jam There was a label on the jar that says En's Apple Jam" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"Hm. Very well, then.\"\n\nThe man proceeded to take a seat upon the blanket, setting his crossbow aside. \"Can't say I prefer jams over meat, but... Hm.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "She sat back down, opened the jam jar, grabbed a spoon from her basket, and handed the two items to him" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "Silas took what he was given, and nodded his head. \"A jam merchant,\" He muttered, as if pondering the concept. \"Out in the wilderness for a picnic. How bizarre. I don't suppose you have any tasks that might require a bit of violence?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Oh not at all! I try to avoid violence as best I can unless absolutely necessary! But I do have some combat skills" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"Then... In the event that I decide to eat you... What would you do?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "I'd defend myself the best I could. I do hope you don't come to that decision though..." }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "Silas paused for a moment, his gaze flicking down to his meal. \"I've never has goat-woman before,\" He mused. \"Would the goat portion taste like mutton, or human? Perhaps it would be something else entirely.\" At another thought, he frowned. \"... Would it be considered cannibalism...?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "....Lets change the subject. What are you doing up here anyway?" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"Travelling. Looking for work,\" He answered. \"Searching for opportunities to put my skill at arms to good use. I've yet to find a client yet, however. It is surprising, especially considering all the beasts that roam the land.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "You'd be surprised how sentient and \"Human like\" Us \"Beasts\" Are" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"Elaborate, then. Tell me just what part of you is human, and what part of you is beast?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Well my upper half is human except for my horns She points at one of her curly white horns The rest is just that of a goat" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "Silas narrowed his eyes at that. \"So what you're saying is that you're edible from the waist down. Interesting.\"\n\nHe put his hand to his chin, as if pondering a thought. \"And... Your parents? Were they both goat-people, or was one of them goat, and the other human?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "My parents were satyrs, just like me. Itd be unethical for a goat and a human to mate... She said with disgust in her voice" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"Well, your kind needed to begin somehow. And if your lower half is animal, then...\" He narrowed his eyes." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Thats not how we came to be She sounded angry by his constant pushing of the topic" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"Well, you know what they say about sheep herders. Out there in the fields, grazing their flock. All alone for days...\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Could you stop insinuating such crass behavior?! Her expression changed to be a more angry one as she stood up" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "Silas watched her, popping some salad into his mouth." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Her face was turning red with anger, her fists clenched" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"Will you strike me?\" Silas mused, spooning apple jam into his mouth." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "She huffed and sat back down, still clearly angry. She began to eat her salad" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"So you choose to back down,\" He said, cocking his head to the side. \"I didn't expect a goat to behave in such a manner. A shame. I would have liked to see what you can do.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Its not worth my anger or time to cause a ruckus... As rude as you are, its not worth it" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"Rude? What do you mean?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Let me put it this way. How would you feel if I tried to evaluate what parts of you were edible? What about who your parents had intercourse with? Perhaps with some non sentient animal like a horse? All of that is incredibly rude to tell a person" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"Well, considering my lifestyle, I would have to assume that my flesh isn't the most tender,\" He mused. \"Edible, but I'd think my organs a better choice for a gourmet. I don't drink that often, so I'm sure my liver's in good condition. As for my parents... Well , they were human. Second cousins, perhaps.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "She groans in frustration You just don't seem to get how rude you can be. You know what? Forget this, I'll just pack up my things and leave. You can keep the jam She begins to pack her things into her basket" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"Oh? Why thank you,\" He said, spooning more jam into his mouth. \"I don't quite get why you're in such a rush, though. I thought you came for leisure?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "I did, but that was ruined one way or another She walks to the edge of the landing" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"What a shame,\" He said, beginning to pack what she'd left behind into his rucksack. \"Where are you off too, then?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Anywhere but here She then jumped off the landing and began to slide down the mountain side" }, { "author": "Silas Seydlitz", "message": "\"What a peculiar creature,\" Silas muttered. With a sigh, the man rose to his feet, and continued on with his journey." } ]	27	1,667
47.492308	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He walked up the mountains adjusting his new mask, it made him feel odd having eyes on him at all times but he was slowly getting used to it" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "At the summit of one of the tallest mountains, almost scraping the clouds, was a sword. It was stuck, blade down, into the bare rock. It's blade was a light orange, etched with Sylvan runes. It's pommel was shaped like a miniature star. All around it was a strange, unnatural breeze." }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Oooo hello shiny pointy thing, yes I will pawn you off for gold\"He says as he scrambles up to the blade taking a deep breath as he found it hard to breath before wrapping one hand on the hilt of the sword giving it a tug" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "The blade doesn't move an inch as he tries to pull it. It remains steadfast within the stone." }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He let out a growl putting his foot on the rock grabbing with both hands this time using way more force on the sword" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "As he strains and pulls the sword doesn't budge. However, the wind around him picks up speed. Suddenly a great gust of wind rushes over Payton, knocking back. Suddenly Payton hears a voice inside of his mind. It's voice is quiet, like a whisper. It sounds vaguely feminine.\n\n\"I will not be pawned by a petty thief. You will leave me, lest you be blown away like a leaf among a torrent of wind.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Huh? What the hell?...Where are you?...What are you?\"He says aloud as he draws his dagger looking around as the wind blows, as he pulls his mask tighter" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "The voice emanates from inside of Payton's mind. \"I am known as Gust of Wind over Empty Plain\". I am often called \"Gust\" For short. I am just before you. I am the sword you wish to steal. I will not allow this to happen. I will not be pawned like jewelry.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"A-talking sword? Know I've seen it all. And what exactly are you doing up here gust?\"He asked walking over to the sword once again giving it a poke as he sat down " }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"My last wielder placed me here when his work was finished. He slew a great beast. He sought to place me somewhere isolated, so my power can be called upon when the time is right. You are no great hero. You are a thief. You will refer to me with my full name. You are not my wielder. You will refer to me as only 'Gust of Wind over Empty Plain.'\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He went silent for a minute before exploding with laughter at her rediculuse request \"No I will not actually I like gus as a better name, also I am no theif where is your weilder? Dead? There's no stealig from the dead but what I am is a slayer of gods\" The last pat was said with a ray of importants" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"You are no god slayer. You are a puppet. You are a tool of the Dweller Beyond the Curtain: Enthera. My previous wielder is none of your concern.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He kicks the sword hard\"I AM NO ONES PUPPET. It's an observer in exchange for power though do tell if your creator is so nobel how long has he left you up on this miserable rock exactly?\"" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "The moment he kicks the sword a burst of air slams into him from above. Forcing him down on his knees with incredible pressure. Despite the force, the voice of the blade is still a whisper. \"You will not touch me with your filthy boots. How long I have spent here is none of your concern. You will leave now or I will launch you from this peak.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"The way you talk makes it sound as though your ignoring the truth\"He says as he groans nees hurting from being forced down \"Your owner abandonded you on this mountain for god knows how long.\" He said as he walked around the sword \"For whatever reason and here you are rusting away waiting for something that will never happen\" He said in a condicending voice" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "The pressure lessens and the dissipates completely. The sword is silent for a moment. \"...Fifteen years, three months, twelve days. That is how long I have been confined to this peak. My owner said a new wielder would approach when the time is right. He said he would visit. He never has.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He nods \"Sounds about right but this other weilder... That I might be able to help out with was anyinformation given about them?...Goals perhaps? Maybe appearence?" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"Why? Why do you ask for information regarding my previous wielder? It is of no concern to you.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Perhaps it is. You said it yourself that therenis another weilder coming and hey... How many other's have made it up here? Judging by the fact you are willing to converse I dare say in those fifteen years you have seen very little life\"" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"You are implying that you are the prophesied wielder. I struggle to believe this. You have made a deal with a monster beyond this realm. You have shown me disrespect. You have even kicked me. I find it hard to believe that you would be the one to use me.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"And yet is that not how these story's typically go? The unlikly hero? But tell me what do you know about this hero then? If I am not him there is no harm in telling me is there?\" He asked as he sat on a rock not to far away" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "The sword is silent, and the breeze dies down slightly. \"I was given no information on the one who would wield me next. My previous wielder was... Frustratingly vague.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Maybe I can help narrow it down then. What exactly is it you were used to kill? Monster's? People?.....Gods?\"The last part was asked as if he were a serpent sleezing it's way through the grass" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"My previous wielder used me against men. Royal men. Those who abused their power. Afterwards, he used me to kill monsters and demons. Users even before him used me for other creatures. I have a storied history.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Crooked people of power you say? And did you enjoy it? Taking out the corrupt I mean?\" He asked curiusly it started as a joke but the first part was to spicific for him not to take interest in" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "The blade's voice remains a whisper, as always, but it has an edge to it. As if this question is considered rude or offensive. \"I do not enjoy killing. Killing is necessary. There is no pleasure involved.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Odd opinion coming from a blade but understanable I suppose. So let me refrase that. If you could continue that mission of taking out the corrupt would you?\"" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"I kill for whatever cause my wielder believes in. Such is the purpose for which I was created. If my wielder wishes to kill corruption, so be it.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Your sentient you must have thing's you like and dislike and it is quite a simple question. Do you enjoy or want to go back to taking out the corupt above the rest. The sneaky ceniving fucks above everyone\"" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"I do have things I like. I like the sighs of falling leaves. I enjoy sunsets. I like seeing the waves of the ocean. I like the sound of rain. I like watching clouds pass by. Combat is not something I enjoy. It is my purpose. Nothing more.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Well there are plenty of people who can not enjoy the sound of rain or have time to see the clouds pass or watch leaves fall, they are stuck serving beings bigger then them. Beings who kill just because they are bored \"He said as he get's heated as he always did when talking about this stuff" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"You are passionate about this. That is good. Perhaps you may yet prove yourself worthy. Are you skilled with a blade?\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He draws his dagger making two percice jabs fliping the blade as he jumps doing a flip while tossing two throwing nifes that land on either side of her" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"You are proficient with smaller weapons. That is a good start. Have you any skill you larger weapons, such as a short or long blade?\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He grabs her hilt\"May I? There arn't any other real blades around?\" He talk's with no more jokes this buisness was clearly something he found extremly important" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"Very well. However, for as long as you wield me, be that minutes or years, you will call me \"Gust of Wind over Empty Plain.\"\"\n\nThe blade raises itself from the ground. It's blade is in perfect condition, utterly without flaw. A breeze picks up around Payton as he wields it.\n\n\"Proceed.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He hums \"Dun dun dun ddddduuuuuunnnnnnnnn \"As he swung the blade she felt the percision as he threw her through the air clearly he was trained and trained well as he finished setting her back in her stone for the verdict" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"You have an interesting fighting style. It lends itself to our cooperation. You are able to throw me, and I can use the wind to return myself to you. Very well. You will be my new wielder. You will treat me with respect, and speak my full name. Do this, and I will serve you well. Fail this, and I will leave of my own volition.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He nods as he lays down a rock like a pillow as he closes his eyes \"I will be right back make sure I don't roll off the cliff\"He said before diving into his mind on the all to familiar stage as he started to talk before it even appeared Are you and this sword gonna have a conflict of intrest?\"" }, { "author": "Enthera", "message": "Enthera is just where you expect him. Hovering above the stage, two masks gazing down at him. Enthera speaks in the familiar two voice, male and female. \n\n\"Conflict of interests? Absolutely not! This is fantastic! This is shaping up to be a wonderful story! I'm on the edge of my seat!\"\n\nThe two voices laugh and sob respectively. The two overwhelming emotions flooding into Payton as well." }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He growled looking away \"Is there anyway you can control that GOD I hate it, but good last thing then what do you now about this thing because it cleary knows you?\"" }, { "author": "Enthera", "message": "\"Oh I very much can control it. I just love how it makes you squirm! As for the blade, I do not know it personally. But I am willing to bet it encountered one of my thralls once! I have had very many over the years, you know.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He roll's his eye's How could I forget know you better keep your end of the bargan because I have a feeling thing's are about to get real\"He says this time looking right at the head's pushing through the emotions to show how seriuse he was before looking up ready to be returned" }, { "author": "Enthera", "message": "\"Oh I wouldn't dream of going back on our deal. Not when thing are getting interesting!\"\n\nThen Payton awakens. Right where he went to sleep. Gust has not moved an inch." }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Alright gus you got a sheith? Or what? Your coming along and with you I think... We get this show on the road\"" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"You will call me Gust of Wind over Empty Plain. That is final. Yes, I do have a scabbard.\"\n\nGust lifts itself from the rock, and surrounds itself with blowing wind. The wind eventually coalesces into a solid, pale blue sheath for the blade. It sheaths itself and affixes itself to Payton's back." }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He tucks the sword in as he looks out over the mountain I'm not calling you that it's long and I can't remember it all plus as my sword don't you respond to my name?\"" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"I am not Your Sword. You will do well remember this. I am allowing you to use me. This is a partnership. You will follow my stipulations or our agreement is terminated.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Well whatever that name was isn't working so how about in exchange when I put you away for good it will be in a clearing of a forest so you can see the clouds, feel the rain and watch the leafs. In all honest your previous weilder was terrible for leaving you in a place where you didn't get any of that\"" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"...This is acceptable. I will allow you to call me Gust. If you do not hold to this agreement in the future I will take one of your limbs as reconciliation.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Sounds about right \"He begins his decent climbing down the mountain \"Any preferred polish or any requests?\"He asks cincearly" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"I do not need polish. I am self cleaning and self maintaining. However, the experience of a whetstone along my blade is pleasant. It is similar to how you would experience a massage.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He nods jumping down onto the path \"After every kill I will make sure you get the best wetstone experience then I don't want to cause you to much turmoil but then again... The peo-things we are going to kill. Well you won't feel anything but pleasure u assure you \"" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"...You phrased that statement strangely. You are not required to do so. Only when it is convenient.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"I insist a weapon like you-He says tossing her to cut a tiny tree in half catching her by her wind \"Deserves the best service and for that I insist \"" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"Very well. I will not complain. Perhaps you may even sharpen me with enough effort. Though I believe that you would need an enchanted whetstone in order to do so.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Another thing for a sword you are awfully up tight so feel free to pardon the pun CUT back and crack a joke or two sometime \"" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "The reply was instant, blunt, and short. Gust means it." }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "Alrighty no on the jokes know anything else I should know about you? You like to sleep face up orrr you get crabby when your hilt gets chipped anything like that?\"" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"I do not sleep and I prefer to remain undamaged. I only ask that you speak to me with the respect I am due. I may be a weapon, but I am also a person.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Wait what you weren't born a sword? Really? What's your story then?\"" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"...That is not what I meant. I was always a sword. I was crafted of Sylvan Steel in the Feywild. I simply mean that I have thought and feelings just as a person would.\"" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\" I understand well then sword... Mask... Let's get ready to get to work \"" }, { "author": "Gust", "message": "\"Very well.\"\nPayton feels a breeze kick up around him, surrounding him with gentle cool wind." }, { "author": "Enthera", "message": "A shiver of unnatural excitement passes through Payton. Enthera is eager.*" } ]	41	3,087
324.714286	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "artemis3877", "message": "Could you start us off please? ]" }, { "author": "saint_g", "message": "Please Try to keep ooc chat to a minimum in the RP channels." }, { "author": "flowers4muu", "message": "Still water mirrored the reflection of the vampress who stood along its edge. Viora let her palms extend past the golden trimmed hem of her black wool cloak to inspect the way in which the sun's rays danced along the pale skin of her unnaturally smooth hands. The subtle ridges of veins running along her long, slender fingers. Like mountains the raised skin casted delicate shadows along her hands. In its shadows there held a wonder, a question. Would there ever be anyone willing to traverse the unique topography that is Viora? \n\nViora brought her piercingly golden irises to glide along the bank of the lake before her. Heightened senses picked up the sound of bugs crawling along blades of grass and losing their footing to fall prey to the hungry inhabitants of the seemingly black waters below. She had recently, and reluctantly, taken a vial of blood to her lips to keep the beastial hunger at bay. Her body yearned for it and she hated how good it tasted to her. How its viscosity was like that of the honey she's seen drip from hives freshly ravaged by wild bears. The vampress wondered if bears needed the honey to keep themselves satiated and calm in the same way she needs blood. Viora always wondered, secretly hoped that there was... Is... Someone or something out there that she could relate to or with to ease the deep sense of torment of loneliness that coiled round her heart and infected her to the very core. \n\nThe warmth of the sun lulled her from the darkness of her thoughts. The vampress took out her other hand and in unison with the other, faced her palms up and brought them together to pool the light in her hands. The faintest smile lifted her darkly painted lips. The sun and its warmth always provided Viora with relief in remembrance that she is still human. Even if by only half, she can at least feel solace in that." }, { "author": "artemis3877", "message": "_Light._\n\n\n\n\n\n_and for a while, that was all that was sought out._ A Light to balance the Darkness that bent and sorrowed the one destined to carry such sacrifice. \n\nBlistering, wicked winds filled with hailing frost had been exchanged for smoother, gentler, more fair weather in the recent days. A flurry or two would come down from the cloud littered heavens above to kiss the reddened nose of the figure who stood idly within the clearing of the forest. Leaves were just barely hanging on to their branches in this late of the winter months, but, what remained was that of sanguine and maroon - deliciously colorful hues that warmly contrasted the disparity of the realm itself. The things that lived here were primal beings, things that demanded the upmost respect and perseverance. Hell, _even just passing through_ had taken a toll considering she had spent hours running circles around a pack of elk who had outwitted her not only once but twice. A blistered, calloused hand would come to grab a hold of the bows arches, smoothing of some snow that had compacted onto it earlier in the day - pushing it off with a slight huff that caused a little cloud of heat to come from their mouth, \".._Come on now.._\" Food was something that was needed and it wasn't a bargain with Death either. It was one of the basic human necessities that each and every being needed in order to survive whether you were rich or poor. More flurries of snow would come dancing and prancing downward from their heavenly home, landing on the fur covered shoulders of the woman who remained tucked now behind a bush upon hearing steps approaching, \"...\" An idle gaze moved directly towards the sound itself that felt as though it reverberated off of each wooden trunk that was in its path. I't felt as though wildfire licked at the bottom of her boot covered feet as the sound approached closer and closer, that burning feeling pleading for her to take action but, she _refrained_ and waited. \n.\n\nHowever, when the baby blue eyes of the elf landed on the creature that had made the noise - it wasn't what she thought it was going to be. Instead, what stood in her wake was something not entirely human judging from the way it carried itself with such grace and poise through a dreadful environment. Goosebumps violently prickled at the porcelain flesh of chilled forearms that had begun to shake with the bow cocked and ready to fire - the arrow pointed directly at the non-human with envious duty. She would suck in a sharp breath as silently as she could muster in order to not be seen or heard though, she wouldn't have been surprised if they had seen her. The elven woman would take a half step backwards away from the brush that hid her with lowered, darkening brows as she tried to gauge exactly what that creature was.\n." }, { "author": "flowers4muu", "message": "The pool of sunshine captured in her hands broke into various waterfalls as its rays slid down the open spaces of her fingers, greeting the grass surrounding her. Pale hands took their place at her sides beneath the black wool cloak. The light crunch of the snow laden foliage beneath the step gave Viora the impression it was a woman. Lithe. A bow. Athletic. An Elf perhaps? She has only known and seen Elves to be archers. Viora's golden orbs slid behind heavy lids in tangent with a subtle turn of her neck towards the source of noise and found her speculations to be true. \n \nThe vampress brought her forearms out past the black cloak, reaching up to slide the hood off her head and rest atop her shoulders. The accumulated snow broke off in various pieces to meet the ground or cling again to the cloak on its way down. Revealed was a 6 foot woman with long and thick silver hair slicked back from her forehead, ending past her shoulder blades. Viora's skin was fair in contrast with the dark makeup she chose to wear. High cheekbones, almond shaped eyes and pointed ears gave away that she was of vampiric nature though, to some, she would be mistaken as an Elf. In this situation, she had hoped for the latter. \n\nViora stood now facing the hidden individual. Her hands were held up by her sides with their palms facing foward to show she was unarmed and posed no threat. Even from a distance, her black pointed fingernails could be seen in her sihllouette." }, { "author": "artemis3877", "message": "_Everlasting Sunlight_\n\n\n\n\n\nAs the light bore down on the pair that was across from eachother, Arwen seemed to press further back into the brush and foliage that concealed herself. Leaves of autumnal colorings such as golds, maroons, and sanguine all contrasted the lovely flesh that was exposed at her neckline and collarbones, flickerings of black fur from the cloak that was being worn also smoothed over the lithe shoulders that were pushed under it. Eyes of crystalline waters flicked back towards the taller woman with uncertainty, there was something _off_ about the way that the stranger carried themselves so unlike an elf but, that was the best guess that Arwen had when it came to try to guess exactly what they were. An out of breath whine came from her chest as it heaved slightly with fingertips grasping at the bows bend, ready to send and arrow flying through the zephyr and into the other without falter if need be. It was evident that the elf hadn't had any water or food for quite sometime judging by the way her lips were chapped, cracked, and greying - her cheeks were sunken a twinge and as she lofted up both of her brows upon seeing that the other was unarmed, the would bite the edge of her tongue hard enough to force blood to the surface, the hot taste of iron rushing across her tongue momenatrliy in thought. She seemed distant and not willing to talk really. Still hidden by the majority of the bush and oak tree that she was by, the edges of her arrow trembling violently so in the chill of the air as a cloud of humid smoke poured past her nostrils when they flared. Arwen would cock her head to the side as if gesturing for the other woman to step back, darkening brows lowering promptly while in wait. \n\n\nWhat could be seen behind the bush was that of a young woman with pale skin of porcelain, hair that was pearl, and a golden elven mask that covered the left side of her face. She was adorned in a pair of black leather pants, white long sleeved tunic, and a black cloak that had been crafted of a wolfs-fur. A nervous breath came from Arwen as she tried to steady her breathing to be more level though, it was to no avail - the stranger really got under her skin for reasons that she couldn't explain. It felt like she was staring Death in the face, a heat came flooding to her cheeks, reddening them violently as she went to speak, voice hoarse and gruff, \".._Back._\" She retorted in an accent that was like honey guarded by bees, \".._I said... Back.._\" \n." }, { "author": "flowers4muu", "message": "Low lying lids draped over golden irises that moved ever so slightly towards the source of the smell of blood. The beating heart that drummed nervously within the poorly hidden woman's chest only added to the clear sound of the blood rushing from the wound on the elven's tongue. The command given by the Elf flew like an arrow between them. Sharp and direct. The half vampress struggled to fight back the unconscious urge to hang her head low as she let a sigh escape her darkly painted lips. She shouldn't be surprised really. Everyone reacted the same so why? Why the disappointment? Why the hope in a possible reaction of curiosity instead of fear? Futile to even think about it and just do as the woman asks. \n\nViora gave in to the urge to dip her head but not in solemn thought. This was the universal silent language to signify that she understood what was said to her. These silent ways of speaking were something she made her primary way of communication in the off chance she encountered someone. A rare occurrence she tries so desperately to avoid however deep down she yearns for it but can't ever seem to initiate it. Why would she? Enough of this. The half vampress pulled herself from falling into her thoughts by focusing on the warmth of the sun behind her as it kissed the back of her hands.\n\nViora lifted her head gently from its dipped position. Piercingly golden eyes set upon the elven's own hues. The thin black crown adorning her own forehead stole the stars that danced upon the idle waves of the lake beside her. The crunch of fallen leaves beneath her boots were hopefully loud enough to prove to the archer that Viora took a couple steps back whilst her palms remained open towards the elf. The half vampress wore an expression and stance akin to that of a statue while she patiently waited for the other to make their move." } ]	383	2,273
296.125	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira stood at the foot of the vast and rugged Dragonclaw Mountains. Her multiple pupils adjusted to the dim light, absorbing the details of the rocky terrain and the looming peaks that stretched towards the sky. The wind howled through the passes, carrying with it a chill that seemed to embrace Eira's very essence. She clutched her fur-lined cloak tightly around her, even though she was naturally resistant to the cold. The thick garment provided her with a sense of protection. Her senses were alive with the scents of nature and distant rustling of creatures that called this harsh land their home.\n\nEira's four arms twitched slightly as she considered her options. The path ahead was treacherous, winding through narrow valleys and cliffs. She glanced down at her satchel, ensuring her supplies were secure, and tightened her grip on her hunting knife. The bone necklace around her neck as a reminder of her tribal roots and her journey's purpose. She wanted to find out what was out there in the world beyond her tribe's walls\n\nHowever, before she could start her ascent, Eira knew she needed some sustenance to fuel her body for the challenging climb that lay ahead. Her stomach rumbled, a reminder that she couldn't face the unforgiving mountains on an empty stomach. She turned her attention to the land around her, searching for signs of edible plants or small creatures that could provide her with enough food to last the climb. Her arms moved with purpose, her fingers inspecting leaves and pebbles, her eyes scanning the ground for any traces of life." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern makes himself known with a crunch of dead leaves as he steps closer to this strange being. And she was strange indeed. A fascinating race that he's never seen before in all his years. This would make a great story, an outsider suddenly confronted by a bizarre stranger. It was a trope for sure, but one he simply couldn't get enough of. His pawn had grown rather boring as of late. Avoiding conflict, talking about his problems. Drama was fine, but he desired something more.\n\nVern took a lurching step, giggling like a madman behind a mask. The mask was of porcelain make, bearing a twisted grinning visage. It glowed with iridescent light. Besides the mask, this man was completely average. Brown hair, peasant's clothes, and nothing to protect him from the cold. The man stepped closer to the strange four-armed beast, urged forth by the foreign presence residing in the mask. As he approached he spread his arms wide, bowing deeply and dramatically to Eira.\n\n\"Greetings, my four-armed friend! Tell me, who and what are you? In my millennia, I have never before seen anything like you!\"\n\nHearing it speak behind the mask was strange. It spoke in three overlapping voices. One belonged to a man, presumably the true voice of whoever lay behind the mask. The other two voices spoke in perfect harmony, male and female. One speaking in a happy tone, the other melancholy. It was a strange effect." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira's senses honed in on the sound of crunching leaves, her multiple pupils darting towards the source of the approaching footsteps. Her eyes fell on an individual who appeared just as fascinatingly different to her as she did to him. As the man took step closer, his giggles resonating behind the mask, Eira curiously tilted her head. His appearance contrasted with her own, his brown hair and clothes standing out against the harsh backdrop of the mountains. But it was the mask that captured her attention the most, its twisted grin and light creating an unsettling aura.\n\nHer four arms flexed slightly at her sides, her clawed fingers twitching as she observed the man's movements. Eira's limited knowledge of the common language allowed her to understand fragments of man's words, enough to piece together his introduction and the nature of his curiosity. She crouched down with a smile on her face which revealed her sharp teeth. Her antennae twitched curiously as she tried to figure out who, or rather, what this man was.\n\n\"Eira Loðinn... Snow.. Flea? Yes.\" She replied, her voice a mixture of rumbling noises. Her unfamiliarity with the encounter led her to respond with wonder and innocence, her openness reflecting the untamed curiosity that burned within her." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "The man rose from his bow and placed his hands behind his back. Common was not this beasts first tongue. Regrettable. Moreover, he has no idea what language this \"Snow Flea\" Would possibly speak. Oh well. Perhaps a language barrier would be a nice bit of extra difficulty in this encounter.\n\n\"Snow-Flea? You are anything but a flea, my dear! You are wondrous! A marriage of beast and man in a way I've never seen before. Your eyes alone are fascinating. Ah, but I am getting carried away. Allow me to introduce myself properly!\"\n\nThe masked puppet lurches forward and bends into a deep bow.\n\n\"I am Enthera! The God of Theater! You are speaking to me through the use of my beloved pawn, Vern Enthid. I observe from far away, using this very puppet. Searching far and wide for interesting stories. And you have caught my attention. You should be honored!\"\n\nThe self proclaimed god spoke verbosely on purpose, trying to gauge the limits of Eira's understanding of common." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "The man's movements and gestures drew Eira's gaze, her pupils tracking his actions as he rose from his bow and placed his hands behind his back. His words were a steam of unfamiliar sounds, but the tone and gestures conveyed a certain intention. As the man continued to speak, Eira's antennae twitched with curiosity, her four arms flexing and her snowy white hair shifting slightly in the wind.\n\n\"Eira... Wondrous?\" She mused, the simple word punctuated by her rumbling voice. The mention of a \"Marriage of beast and man\" And the elaborate description that followed made her tilt her head, her understanding of his words limited but her interest clearly piqued. She watched as the masked puppet lurched forward, bending into a deep bow. His claim of being the God of Theater left her momentarily puzzled. Yet, her genuine curiosity and unguarded spirit remained unaltered, her expression a mix of wonder and innocence.\n\n\"Enthera.. Theater God?\" Eira wasn't too familiar about the gods, she has never heard of Enthera. However, the memories of campfire stories told by the elders of her tribe flickered through her mind. He reminded her of tales of powerful beings who her elders told her shaped the world. The memories of her childhood echoed through her mind. She and the other young ones would often play games, pretending to be gods and goddesses, imitating the stories they have heard from the elders. They would laugh and create stories of power and adventure, each child taking on a different role in their play.\n\nA faint smile played across Eira's lips as she remembered those carefree days, her sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. Her mimicry of the man's earlier actions took on a playful quality as she bowed with a touch of exaggeration. Her showy white hair danced in the wind as she tilted her head, her multiple pupils reflecting the curiosity and innocence that still burned brightly within her.\n\n\"Eira is.. Eira\" She said. A mischevious glint forming in her eyes. With a playful rumble in her voice, she added, \"Eira is... Snow Flea Goddess!\" Her words were followed by a giggle, a sound that echoed with joy." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "The puppet tilted it's head to the side, taking a closer look at the Snow-Flea... Goddess? This thing claims to be a Goddess? How bizarre. No. It does not truly believe itself to be of divine origin. Enthera had spent multiple lifetimes observing the ways mortals spoke and acted with each other. The joy on it's face and it's mischievous giggle were more than enough to tip him off. This \"Eira\" Character is playing. Like a child. This tickled something in Enthera's mind. He wasn't getting the respect he deserved. He was used to disrespct from Vern. Vern was his unwilling slave, he'd grown for too bitter to be fearful of Enthera, and thus act like a willing peon. But this thing? This thing has the gall to disrespect The Lord of The Stage. Fine. Let's play along.\n\n\"The Goddess of Snow Fleas? Why, you must be rather well known back home. Do all your peons serve you willingly? Do they offer sacrifices to you? Do they beg for mercy? ...Do you bleed ichor?\"\n\nThe masked puppet threw it's head back and cackled. Two male voices echoing with laughter, while the female one seemed to sob uncontrollably. It was a chilling effect. The simulationous laughing and sobbing drew to an abrupt close. Suddenly the puppet was right infront of Eira's face. It did not seem to have moved, it just appeared there. Blank eyeholes gazed into Eira's multi-pupiled eyes.\n\n\"We could test that last question, you know.\"\n\nHe pulls his hand from behind his back, its holding a wicked looking serrated dagger. He twirls it idly in in his hand. He brings it inches from her face before stopping. A mad cackle ran through the masked man, as he suddenly lurched backwards, as if pulled by a string.\n\n\"I jest! I jest! I know that you harbor no divinity. I can tell. You are born and will die like every other mortal. That is not the issue. The issue is that you seem to think I am joking about my claim. I am not. I am divinity, and you should treat me as such.\"" }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "The sudden shift in the puppet's tone, its eerie laughter and the voices echoing within it, caught Eira off guard for a moment. To her, this encounter was a joyful exchange at first but now her expression shifted to puzzled, scared even. When the puppet appeared right in front of her, seemingly without having moved, she blinked in surprise, her antennae twitching in response.\n\nThe mention of sacrifices and mercy left her bewildered, as she now shifted her gaze to the wicked-looking dagger that the puppet held. Her head tilted in genuine confusion, her innocence shining through despite the dark undertones of the puppet's words. As the dagger came dangerously close to her face, she instinctively pulled back slightly, her playful smile now completely fading. At this point, the temperature around Eira drastically dropped, the air itself seeming to respond to her emotions. A faint mist formed around her, her ice magic reacting to her growing unease. It was a subtle warning that her powers were at her disposal.\n\nAs the pupped lurched back with its cackle, Eira's brows furrowed in response, her expression a mix of concern and an attempt to understand the situation. Eira took a step forward, her four arms shifting slightly as she approached the man. She would extend one of her clawed hands, her fingers twitching with a mix of curiosity and caution. Her gaze was fixed on the porcelain mask that was on the puppets face. Driven by her untamed spirit and her innate desire to explore, she would attempt to touch the mask.\n\nAt 8 feet tall, Eira's towering presence casted a shadow over the man before her. Her muscular build, sharp claws, and an air of frost around her added to her daunting appearance. Her multiple pupils stared at him without blinking and while she held no ill will, it was understandable that one might find her rather... Scary looking." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "The man does not move an inch as Eira towers over him. He holds completely still as she reaches out a finger to touch the mask. As her moves closer, she can feel a bizarre feeling, intensifying as her finger almost touches the mask. She feels almost... Giddy? The feeling is foreign. It doesn't seem like the feeling should be coming from Eira, considering the circumstances.\n\nThe puppet closes the last inch itself, forcing its masked face into Eira's palm. Something strange happens. Two voices ring out in Eira's mind. One laughing maniacally, and the other sobbing desperately. Eira herself is flooded with emotion that is not her own. She feels both incredible joy and crushing grief. She's caught between the twin urges to laugh and cry. The two voices cease crying and laughing at once, beginning to speak.\n\n\"Hello, Eira. I must thank you. You touched the mask of your own accord. How sweet of you. You are already halfway there. Halfway to becoming my new... Best friend. Only one thing left to do. Put on the mask. Become mine eternally. Together we will forge a million new stories. This old pawn of mine grows tiring. You, however, will serve me wonderfully.\"\n\nAs the voice echos in her mind, Eira feels the strangest inclination to do as it says. She also finds that she can understand it perfectly when it speaks to her this way, as if it is placing concepts and ideas directly into her mind." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira's already overwhelmed senses were pushed to their limits by the intense emotions and foreign thoughts that appeared in her mind as the mask pressed onto her palm. Her pupils darted erratically, struggling to process the conflict of joy and grief that washed over her. The echoes of laughter and sorrow, the persuasive voice, and her own instincts all collided, threatening to bury her in their turmoil.\n\nHer arms twitched involuntarily, her fingers clenching and unclenching in a desperate attempt to find a hold on her thorn reality. This was a sort of torment Eira had never experienced before. As the words continued to influence her, the temperature around the two plummeted even further. The shimmering aura of ice enveloped Eira. It radiated from her, freezing the moisture in the air and creating an icy mist that swirled around her like snowflakes.\n\nHer voice was a weak whisper as she struggled to find words. \"Eira... Too much... Too much,\" She managed to gasp, fear and distress completely taking over her. Summoning her remaining strength, Eira's clawed hand surged forward, the cold mist swirling around her as she pushed against the puppet. Instantly, she let out a cry of anguish as she fell on her knees as a result of her entire being getting consumed by the intensity of the moment. Her four arms pressed her head as if trying to hold herself together, her sharp claws digging into her skin in a desperate attempt to ground herself." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "The puppet fell over limply as she pushed it away. It landed flat on its back, giggling all the way down. The freezing temperatures in the air causes spots of ice to appear of the puppets skin. Yet despite all this, it showed no pain whatsoever. However, its movements were sluggish and jerky as it rose back to its feet. It looked down at the panicking Snow-Flea.\n\n\"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You don't take orders well, do you? Just a taste and you're already on the ground flailing like a child.\"\n\nIn this position, with Eira on her hands and knees, it was now the puppets turn to tower over her. And it did so gleefully. Relishing in the power it held over this innocent creature. Yes, now This* Was a beautiful story. One of torment and panic. The leering mask gazed down at Eira. It tilted its head like a curious puppy.\n\n\"What a shame... I promise, I can make all these confusing feeling go away in a snap! All you have to do is put on the mask. Nothing will hurt you, ever again. Physically, or emotionally. I Promise.\"\n\nIt drew out the word promise, both voices slowly enunciating it. Even Eira, with her limited understanding of common, could understand the cruel intention that soaked this word. Enthera reached out it's hand to Eira.\n\n\"Let me help you up. Let me place my mask upon your face...\"" }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "The puppet's mocking words sliced through Eira's distress. As he rose to his feet, Eira found herself on the ground. The tables had turned, and now she was the one overshadowed by the puppet's presence. Her primal instincts urged her to retreat, to protect herself from this bizarre entity. The mask's gaze bore into her, its curious tilt contrasting with the torment in had just inflicted. As the puppet's cruel promise hang in the air like a dark cloud, Eira finally realised the malicious intent in the offer.\n\nHis outstretched hand and his insistence to help her up felt like a sinister invitation, a chilling reminder of the power he wielded over her in the moment of her vulnerability. Eira's pupils darted around, her gaze flickering between the hand and the mask. Summoning her inner strength, she felt a sense of defiance building up withing her. She wanted to reclaim the control over herself.\n\nHer hand shakingly rose from the ground and with a steely resolve, she swatted the puppet's hand away. \"No.. Eira... Not... Yours.\" She drew upon her remaining strength, using her four arms to propel herself backwards, a few feet away from him. The icy aura still swirled around her but it started to falter." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "The masked man slowly lowered his hand. He shook is head in mock disappointment. He places his hands behind his back. He suddenly seems to mimic the posture of a disappointed parent.\n\n\"Despite your frosty nature, you have fire in you. I like that. But it seems you still refuse to strike me. With an attitude like that, my dear, you've already lost. Now, enough with your petty defiance, lest I take your mind the hard way.\"\n\nHe takes slow deliberate steps towards Eira. The mask's iridescent shine seemed to intensify. Once more, he teleports directly in front of her. He is leaning forward, placing his masked face inches from hers.\n\n\"Take my deal. It will make both our lives much easier.\"" }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "A spark of anger ignited in Eira. The puppet's persistence and its attempt to manipulate her emotions had pushed her past her breaking point. She could feel her powers surging within her and as he leaned closer, his masked face almost touching hers, Eira's breath quickened. Her fury has reached its peak.\n\n\"Eira... Will not be... Yours. No deal.\" The air around Eira crackled with an icy energy as she spoke through gritted teeth. The mist around her intensified once more. With a sudden burst of energy, she slammed her foot onto the ground beneath her, the impact sending tremors through the earth. \n\nThe frost rapidly spread from beneath her, crawling along the ground like vines. The moisture in the air froze, forming a growing wave of ice that surged outward in all directions. The mist started swirling around, forming into solid barrier between her and the puppet. She would lower herself down, her clawed fingers now digging into the frozen ground as she channelled her anger into this display of power.\n\n\"Leave. Eira. Alone!\"" }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "The frost slammed into the puppet freezing him in place as small crystals appeared on his skin. Then the wall of ice impacted him sending him flying across the snowy field. He made no noises as he was sent flying. No grunt of pain, no scream. Nothing except the dull crack of bone.\n\nHe lay sprawled on the snow. Then he attempted to get up. It was slow going, he was clearly injured. Shards of ice had sliced open his skin and multiple bones appeared broken. Eventually though, he rose to his feet.\n\n\"Oh dear. I may have underestimated you. You are much more capable than I assumed. I take back my statement earlier. You are no mere child. You are much more.\"\n\nHe looks down at his injured body and appears mildly disappointed. He attempts to raise an arm, but only gets it up halfway before his muscles fail and the limb falls limply to his side.\n\n\"Hm. This puppet of mine is injured. It will not be able to move with much efficiency for a long while. Well, I suppose it can't always be easy can it?\"\n\nIt talks and acts like it feels no pain. Yet it is clearly effected by the injuries. It stands completely still, regarding Eira from a distance.\n\n\"What now, Snow Flea? Will you kill this puppet? It won't help you. The mask is what controls this body of mine. So long as it exists, another will eventually find it, and I will have another thrall.\"" }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira watched as her display of power sent the puppet hurtling across the snowy landscape. The sight of the puppet crashing into the ground and attempting to rise again, injured and broken... She had never intended to cause such harm, but the situation had spiralled out of control. Eira's fury had been a reaction to its manipulation and threats, but now she was faced with the reality of her actions and a feeling of dread that started to consume her.\n\nHer hands fell at her sides as she stood up and went around the icy wall, looking at the aftermath of her outburst. She was trembling, it was her fist time actually hurting someone. She knelt beside the injured pupped, her fingers hovering just above its broken form, her heart heavy with regret.\n\n\"Eira.. Didn't mean.. Hurt,\" She whispered, her voice barely audible, her emotions and thoughts in turmoil. The thought if taking a life.. Regret and guilt overwhelmed her senses. She wanted to ease the suffering she has caused, but the idea of ending a life, even for the sake of mercy, seemed to go against her very essence.\n\nShe closed her eyes slightly, trying to shut out the overwhelming flood of emotions. Then, in a sudden surge of panic and desperation, Eira pushed herself up from the ground, stumbling back a few steps. Without a word, she turned and began to run, her legs and a tail propelling her away from the broken puppet." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "From somewhere beyond the veil of consciousness, the man who occupied the puppet both cursed and thanked Eira. He cursed her for not shattering the mask. But he thanked her for not shattering him. But what the puppet thinks doesn't matter. He doesn't matter. He never did. Enthera, the self proclaimed god of theater watched in amusement as Eira ran.*\n\n\"Interesting. Yes, this makes for a wonderful story. Ah, I only hope to see her again. But for now, it seems I must try to mend this broken body. It is of more use to me intact than broken.\"" } ]	305.5	4,738
154.526316	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Lady Velvet had not been told she would be paired with another adventurer on this mission. Had she known, she would likely have politely declined for the sake of the fellow adventurer. Now they were venturing into the dwarven mines with only each other for company. She would keep quiet. Lady Velvet would put every ounce of her concentration into not speaking to the fellow traveler. Even hearing the faint pulsating of the mine's many shafts, like veins pumping blood, with a beating heart at the center, she remained stern and unflinching. \n\nAs they neared an elevator that was to take them deep into the main chamber of the mine, she paused for a moment and stared at an empty spot on the ground where her companion would see nothing. There she was, another Lady Velvet, curled up in the fetal position and rocking herself as she mumbled. \"Never getting out, never getting out, never getting out, never getting out...\"\n\nShe ignored it and turned her attention back to the elevator. \"This will take us deep into its bowels. Are you ready to proceed?\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Calire knew that this mission would be quite difficult,all her strength would mean nothing if she came here alone.However Calire knew that money is a great motivator so she offered another adventure half the money they'll get from selling the hide/other useful bits of whatever beastie that was running rampant in these mining tunnels like a toddler who was fed sugary snacks.For the time being Calire and this other adventurer would stay silent, but Calire's enhanced sense of smell would pick up a scent that she's smelled many times,the scent of fear,permeating from the tunnels walls,or maybe the smell of fear was coming from her traveling companion?Maybe it's just the fear of those that desperately ran out of the mines that seeped into the walls...\n\nEventually Calire and her traveling companion would reach an elevator which seemed to be still functional.Calire would nod at her fellow adventurer then Calire would \"Yes\" In a rather calm voice,which was slightly odd due to the situation that they found themselves in but that's not the biggest concern right now." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "She held the door open for the other adventurer and then went to close it, however she had a curious thought before doing so. For a reason that she could not fully explain, Velvet left the elevator, picked up splintered board that had formed a support fot he entrance tunnel not long ago, and laid it in the doorway for the elevator. As it closed, the mechanism caught and the door was left propped without about a foot of space.\n\nShe stood there in uncomfortable silence, without addressing the strange bit of wood and standing at the ready. The woman was clearly on edge and had lost her placid, emotionless demeanor for the first time since meeting Clair. \"You should hold onto something,\" She said, grasping onto one of the metal bars that made up the wall of the elevator and... Waiting.\n\nSuddenly there was a rumbling in the shaft that caused the elevator to lurch and grind against the stone, descending much too fast. There was a loud snap as the steel cable broke on one side, causing the carriage to start sliding down at a crooked angle until it finally caught on a piece of uneven stone so that the elevator was tiltet to the left, but with a faint light coming in through the propped door. \n\n\"Hurry!\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would walk into the elevator then would say \"Thank you\" While stepping over the piece of wood that velvet placed down between the elevator door. \"Maybe she's just being extra careful after all we are utilizing a pretty old looking elevator.\" Claire would say to herself in her head.\n\n\nClaire stood uncomfortably in the silence,checking her hunting knife to make sure that it's nice and sharp,as calm as a cucumber in a mine shaft elevator. Then Calire would follow velvets instruction and firmly grasped one of the metal bars that made up this mining elevator and waited... And waited.\n\nJust then Calire would hear the loud snap of the elevators still cable which caused the elevator to slide down the side of the stony wall like a drunk person leaning against a stone wall.Then as if through some bad luck the elevator would hit an uneven piece of stone which made it lean to the left.. Then the giant light would be seen coming through the propped door.With a grunt Calire would open the propped door slightly wider.Once velvet was through the door safely Calire would get herself through." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "After squeezing her way through the elevator, Lady Velvet suddenly seemed to become panicked and grabbed Claire by her back, practically ripping her through the narrow opening. Once they were safely on the other side the entire passage began to shake and there was a loud crashing sound as the elevator shaft collapsed in on the cart they had just been riding, sending it plummeting down to the bottom. Had they still been inside, both of the adventurers would have been crushed to death.\n\nNow they found themselves in a dusty, dank cavern somewhere within the mines, without any way of knowing where they were or if there was even another way of exiting. Lady Velvet began to pace for a few moments and then began to giggle to herself quietly. Quite concerningly, the giggling only seemed to grow louder and louder until she was laughing so manically she nearly hyperventilated.\n\n\"Never getting out,\" She began to say between her fits of laughter, until she was doubled over on the ground and practically wheezing. It was clear that the woman Claire had entered these mines with was not well mentally and now they were trapped, together. Lady Velvet was not going to pull herself together on her own. \"Never getting out...\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Calire would regain her footing from velvets necessary yanking(not the nsfw kind),suddenly the passage would shake then the sound of metal being crushed by rubble would echo through the cavern for a few moments.Good thing they weren't in that cart otherwise they would've been flatten like flap jacks(pancakes)\n\nAfter all that collapsing the two of them would find themselves in a dank dusty part of the mines,they must be in an abandoned/cleared out part of the mineshaft,there best bet would be looking for a way forward...\n\nBefore Calire could even begin searching for a way out of here she'd her velvets giggling,but this wasn't the giggling you'd expect from someone who just heard a funny joke,this was the giggling of a terrified person.\n\nCalire could tell that this woman had a few screws loose in the old noggin,thankfully Calire knew how to get this lady to calm down(no not that,that's for later you dirty dog).Calire would grab velvet by the shoulders,spun her around to face her and proceeded to say* \"Lady look at me,we'll get out of this mess,all you got to do for now is take deep breaths and say to yourself \"We Will get out\" You understand?\" Claire says in a firm but gentle tone. Granted she's not a therapist or psychologist but she does know how to talk to sacred animals, and if the method ain't broke then it don't need fixing... Anyway Calires grip on Velvets shoulders would be gentle but firm,like how one would calm down a loved one in a dire situation." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "How could she not laugh? She had already seen all of the signs and yet she had still gotten into the elevator and sealed her own fate. What was even more amusing was that her faint awareness had allowed her to spare herself a quick and painless death only to endure a much longer, more horrifying end. What generosity! It was all so funny to her that she couldn't seem to stop laughing even as it became painful. \n\nShaking and on her knees, she suddenly felt two powerful hands on her shoulders, which made her flinch before she was made to look up at Claire. Despite her laughter, the hyena would see that she had tears dotting her eyes and that her already pale skin had gone almost completely white. As she was told that she had to calm down and that they were going to get out, she blinked away her tears and quickly regained her composure. She looked ashamed of herself as she nodded and slowly got back up to her feet.\n\n\"Yes, I apologize,\" Lady Velvet said, hugging herself as she did take a few breaths and managed return back to her placid, seemingly emotionless demeanor from earlier. Lighting the small lantern which she had fastened to the belt across her hip, Claire for a moment appeared in the flickering light to have become emaciated to the point where she was skin and bones. Lady Velvet closed her eyes and breathed. \"Wh-what wwould you suggest?\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Calire would see how pale and teary eyed lady velvet was and patted her on the shoulders before speaking \"There's no need to apologize,you were just afraid which happens to us all.\" Calire would say with a grin of encouragement... Calire wasn't lying when she said they'd get out of here.\n\nCalire would look around the cavern,using her heightened sight to look for any way out of this cavern,She'd spot another tunnel in the mine,maybe that would lead them towards their objective... Then an exit.* \n\nCalire would turn to face lady velvet and proceeded to speak \"I see a way out of this part of the cavern,are you ready to move?\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "She hadn't brought much into the caves in terms of supplies, save for her sword. Velvet hadn't anticipated that the mission would take longer than a day at most. She fastened the cute little lantern to her hip and clutched her sword against her chest by the scabbard, willing herself to be calm and ready to move on. Closing her eyes, she nodded. \"Yes, I am ready.\"\n\nFor now, she would follow Claire. Her faint awareness was blinding her at the moment, making her doubt herself. Her faint awareness had led her here and was showing a possible outcome, one in which they never left these mines and died of hunger and thirst. There had to be another possibility. For what reason would the faint awareness bring her here if she was to die?\n\nFollowing behind Claire, the very tall and slender woman continued to grip her sword tight, squeezing it in her hands until Claire could feel it. She appeared to be calm and her face was a blank slate, but now that they were in the heavy silence of the caverns, the hyena would be able to feel it. A dreadful aura of anxiety was pouring off of Lady Velvet and she was fighting against it with every shred of sanity that she had." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Calire would feel the aura of anxiety leaking out of lady velvet,like water dripping off a roof.Calire wasn't anxious,she was a bit excited to hunt down a cave beast,for the most part Calire has been hunting for sustenance,maybe the beast they were hunting down was edible... Anyway Calire and lady velvet would arrive at a trail of railway tracks, which means they are heading in the right direction.\n\nCalire and lady velvet would follow the tracks for about two hours before reaching what appears to be a reinforced storage room which seemed to be emptied of any valuable ores, but even an empty storage room can have its uses.Calire would wipe away some debris and took a seat on the cold stony floor of the storage room.\n\n\"Let's take a quick break before we continue any further.\"\nCalire would pull out something that was wrapped in cloth,unwrapping the cloth both Claire and lady velvet would see small square shaped bars that had a faint sweet smell.Calire would pat the ground next to her which was her asking lady velvet to sit next to her." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Lady Velvet strided behind Claire at a steady pace. She had a way of carrying herself that was elegant in spite of her armor and mounting dread. One would hardly be able to imagine just what was going through her head looking at her. As they came across tracks, she carefully stepped over the plants and railroad ties and did not say anything.\n\nWhen they had reached the storage room the simply stood there, aimlessly, looking at the exit and standing guard against... Nothing. It wasn't until Claire said that they should take a break that she seemed to snap out of her thoughts that she made any soft of movement that could register as being human. She behaved more like a porcelain doll when she was focusing her attention.\n\nGoing over to Claire, she sat down on her knees and took the offered bar of food. Looking at it for a few awkward moments, she began to munch on it and closed her eyes. \"Thank you, it is very... Good,\" She said. Though she gave no indication of being relieved, she was.\n\n\"Should our food run out and our situation become untenable, I can make your ending painless if you would prefer.\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"Your welcome\" Claire would say before taking a bite of the second square shaped bar, which was savory but sweet with a hint of smoky gaminess,which tasted great even though it's just an energy food.Calire listened intently to what lady velvet just said,for someone who asks like a fancy doll she was as blunt as an unsharpened knife.Did this lady think they'd perish in this mine?Due a grizzly death at the hands of a beast? Whatever lady velvet was smoking Calire would need some of that.\n\n\"....That won't be necessary I've got more of those pemmican bars if we need them so we should be good on food.\"\nClaire would then take out a small potion bottle of water and sipped from it to wash down the pemmican... She'd offer some to lady velvet" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Food can run out, but I will respect your wishes,\" Lady Velvet said, finishing her bar of food. This was uncomfortable. She didn't know how to interect with people beyond asking for basic things that she needed, or fufilling requests. Having to be alone with another person and talk seemed daunting. \"Oh, thank you.\"\n\nShe took few gulps of the water and then handed the container back to Claire. What was one supposed to talk about in a situation like this? Something that was on her mind, maybe, but the things on her mind were... Grotesque. \"This mine feels alive.\"\n\nShe got onto all fours and ran her hand through the dirt on the floor, her fingers combing through it and leaving a mark for each fingertip. \"It feels like I can hear the soul of every person who died and rotted into this dirt breathing. I can feel their heartbeats beneath me. I would like it if we did not become one with them.\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Calire would intently listen to what lady velvet just said,she must have a deep connection or understanding of the undead or souls in order to feel such things.As for the \"Mine is alive\"\nComment, she may be sensing something or someone who's in one of the other parts of this mineshaft.\n\nClaire would again reassure lady velvet with a pat on the back(not on the butt,that'll be for later ;3) and some reassuraning words.\n\n\"Do not worry,we won't become apart of this mine,I promise\" Calire would then flash Calire... A quick smile before taking another sip of water before putting it away.Once they both finished their pemmican Calire would stand and dust herself off\n\n\"Let's get moving, with any luck we should find an exit soon.\" Calire said this to put lady velvets mind at ease,they'll probably run into their target before they find an exit,but who knows at this point" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "She was happy that this stranger had not reacted poorly to her words. She knew that she was a distasteful person. Feeling the pat on her back through the armor, Velvet looked up at Claire and though her expression did not change, she felt lightened by that smile, as if a weight had been lifted.\n\nDragging her fingers through the dirt more, she began to dig. She began clawing at the dirt as if she were excavating something and Claire would see her move to cradle something. It was a rock. An ordinary rock, but to Lady Velvet it appeared to be something else entirely. She was holding a beating heart, running with blood and throbbing with life.\n\nShe looked at the rock in her hands and she smiled, too, seeming to be at peace for the first time since they had stepped out of the elevator. Setting the rock down into the hole with care, she got to her feet and grabbed her sword. \"Someone still lives. Straight below us, caked in death is a still beating heart. We must reach them.\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Calire would tilt her head in slight confusion. How is she doing this?Is this lady part wizard?Witch?Necromancer? She would say to herself in her head.Claire would approach lady velvet, was still cradling a rock like it was a newborn babe.\n\n\"If there is someone still down here we will find them,lead the way.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Oh, I do not know...\" She said, clutching her sword and staring down at the floor in consternation. It was quite frustrating, but her faint awareness had only told her that someone was down there. \"I mean that I cannot say where they are, but that they are beneath us. I apologize.\"\n\nLady Velvet had to do something, though. The idea of leaving anyone to the horrible fate she had seen for the both of them was too horrible to imagine and the faint awareness had brought her here, had shown her this. There had to be a reason to this madness. \n\n\"Can you find us a way to go lower into the mines? I will try to be of assistance,\" She said, wringing her sword's scabbard in her hands. \"Lunacy and death awaits them if we do not hurry.\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"Don't worry your cu- I mean don't worry I'll do my best to find a safe way down,follow me\" Calire would use her enhanced sight to see which way they should head... Basically Calire would lead lady velvet to another set of rail tracks that led downward.The both of them would walk for a few minutes before Calire spots something on the ground... A piece of bloody clothing and a footprint... A rather large one at that.Calire would gently pick up the piece of bloody cloth and gave it a sniff,it was fresh.\n\n\"Your \"Magical senses\" Got us on the right track,this way\" Claire would say as she led the way,following the footprints and the occasional drops of dried blood." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "She followed behind Claire obediently, trusting that the hyena could find them a path towards their destination. She was quite submissive in that way. As they walked, her mounting dread seemed to come into focus, shifting from a general sense of foreboding to a location with a fixed point. The dread was drawing near.\n\nAs they walked, Lady Velvet wrapped her hand around the handle of her sword and watched as Claire lifted the bloody cloth and smelled it. \"That is good, we are getting closer, it is... It... It is... Closer.\"\n\nDrawing her sword, she suddenly thrusted straight up above her head and there was a ghastly shrieking sound. She shoveled the creature still on her blade to the side and stabbed it several more times. An emaciated thing with pale reddish skin and black seeping from its many wounds lay twitching on the ground.\n\n\"They are here. The flesh that has not yet soil but beats with the mine's heart. There are many of them,\" She said as a chattering, scuttling sound began to fill the shaft on either side of them. \"Prepare yourself.\"" }, { "author": "destroyer2k19est", "message": "Calire would turn with incredible speed to catch lady velvet stabbing an emaciated pale Red colored creature like she was a surgeon with anger issues,I guess this was one of these beasts in this cave.Calire would pull out her hand ax ready to fight,suddenly a swarm of those little pale red creatures would charge at the both of them,ready to kills and feed upon them both.Both Calire and lady velvet would slice and dice these creatures as they moved forward,these creatures were fast but they weren't that strong(probably due to them being as skinny as an anorexic piece of paper).One of these creatures was about to pounce on lady velvet, but before it could Calire would throw her hand ax at it,sending it to the ground,twitching for a few seconds before finally passing on.Calrie then would remove the axe from the back of the creatures head.Taking a deep breath Calire would speak\n\n\"Let us keep moving,hopefully we find whoever is down here before the cave beasts do.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Within the small confines of the cave, Lady Velvet was quite frightening to watch in action. As a large cluster of the pale red creatures swarmed them, she charged into the thick of them without hesitation. Their swings and slashes were futile against her flawless, quick movements. It seemed as though she knew what they would do before they themselves did and not an ounce of energy was wasted as she stepped and bent and leapt through their limbs.\n\nHer strikes were savage and excessive. She would deliver viscious, swift stabs into opponents until they were riddled with bloody holes. Even when an opponent seemed clearly dead, she would continue to riddle them with wounds until they were a lifeless, bloody sack of flesh. As one of them leapt at her from behind, she calmly turned and took a single step to the left as an axe connected with its back and sent it skidding to the cave floor. \n\nHer armor was drenched in their blood as she removed a yellow piece of cloth from her hip pouch and ran her blade across it, cleaning the blackened steel before sheathing it again. Lady Velvet did not even seem to be out of breath as she went to Claire's side. \"Yes, let us proceed. Lead the way.\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Calire would be slightly impressed at how skilled lady velvet was at fighting... Sure Calire didn't think that lady velvet was defenseless(especially after spotting and stabbing the first red creature they ran into) but she didn't expect such viciousness and savagery from her which was a surprise to be sure but it was a welcome surprise.\n\nClaire would lead velvet down the cavern,passing by the bodies of the pale red creatures they just slain.The large footprints would only increase as they got deeper and deeper into the cave... The group would then hear a pained scream followed by a beastly roar from a nearby mineshaft... I guess that's the beast they were hunting for,so they'd start to head down towards that particular mineshaft." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Considering the level of brutality she had unleashed, it was unnerving how indifferent Lady Velvet seemed. It was enough to make one wonder what else - or Who* Else - she would be willing to kill without hesitation. As they made their way deeper, she grasped her sword as she heard the roar and seemed ready for a fight, however there was no sign of the creature to whom the roar belonged.\n\nShe was about to proceed as normal when suddenly something told her that they should proceed... Cautiously. Thundering footsteps. A cry of pain. The rotted support beam, already creaking. An end quicker than starvation. Lady Velvet held out her arm to stop Claire in her tracks. \"We should proceed quietly. The tunnel is... Not stable. If we alert that thing, it could bring the shaft down on us.\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Calire would pick up the scent of something large,mad,and familiar?In her head she knows that this smells familiar... Anyway the scent of blood would wash over the both of them like a wave of water.Calire was about to proceed forward but lady velvet would stop her.Claire would listen intently on what velvet was saying,taking a quick glance at the nearby shaft(not Claire's) which has clearly seen better days.Once velvet was done talking Claire would nod \"Take the lead\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Okay, I will try to get closer and tell you what I see,\" Claire said, crouching down and slowly making her way into the tunnel. As she made her way she could hear... Whimpering and a person trying to keep themselves quiet despite being in pain. Getting behind a rock, she peeked out and could see two things. One of them was a cave bear that was savaging the already dead corpse of one of those pale red creatures they had encountered earlier. The other was a dwarf, whose leg was caught underneath one of the tunnel's support beams.\n\nThe beam on the other side was already starting to splinter and dust was falling from the ceiling above them. If the bear took out the other beam, or they didn't act fast enough, it looked the entire shaft looked poised to collapse on them. She carefully signaled for Claire to join her and explained the situation before offering her own plan.\n\n\"If one of us lures the bear away from the support beam, the other can rescue that person and then, I suppose, we would have no choice but to hope we can make it out of the tunnel before it collapses... What do you think?\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would stealthy make her way towards velvet,doing her best to stay silent so the large cave bear doesn't make them both its main course. She knew that bear smelled familiar, but it also smelled... Different somehow,like it's not a bear but somehow still is? Anyway Claire would join up with Velvet just in time to hear her plan,which sounded like a gamble but they already took a gamble with coming here so why not add another gamble to the table.\n\n\"It sounds risky but I like it,I'll try and get closer to the bear,then you give me the Signal to distract it,I'll make sure that it's primarily focused on me.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "While the idea of Claire purposefully provoking the bear worried her, Velvet couldn't think of any other way. The cave bear was right next to the pole and if it even turned the wrong way, it might kill the dwarf, take out the support beam, or both. She nodded solemnly. \"Okay, but please, do not do anything too dangerous. I will try to make it as quick as I can.\"\n\nVelvet crept up behind the bear and squeezed herself against the wall, quietly shuffling by while signaling to the dwarf to stay quiet. Once she was near the dwarf and ready to go, she gave the signal to Claire and got to work, grunting as she lifted up the support beam. She wasn't the strongest, but she managed to finally get it lifted up enough that the dwarf could crawl out from under the beam, but her foot did not look good...\n\nVelvet stooped down and lifted up the dwarf up into her arms. Standing, she turned to Claire and yelled. \"Claire, hurry!\" She didn't run immediately, instead she waited until Claire had reached her and then did something very foolish, but which she had a very good feeling about: she kicked the support beam. It immediately snapped and collapsed, raining down dirt and rocks behind the adventurers." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"Don't worry about me,worry about getting the dwarf out of here.\" After speaking with velvet,Claire would sneak off to another part of the mineshaft,giving herself the high ground which if you didn't know,going for the high ground adds a bonus to your stealth stat... Anyway she'd be in position,holding a piece of broken wood she found in the storage area they took a break in.\n\nWith the signal given,Claire would proceed to jump on the back of the bear then stabbing it in the back with the piece of wood,making the bear roar in pain.Claire would jump off the bears back then decided to throw random objects at it to keep its attention on her for the moment.Seeing that the mine shaft was about to collapse she'd outflank the bear and speedily but safely hit out of the mineshaft just as it was about to collapse behind them.\n\nWith a simile on her face Claire would take a breath. \"I haven't jumped on a cave bears back since I was ten years old.\" She'd say with a smile" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "The shaft crumbled around them, the magical lanterns along the walls flickering out one by one as the two adventurers ran for it. They could feel rocks and dust kicking at the heels as they made their way down the shaft, eventually emerging out onto some wooden scaffolding in the massive, cavernous central shaft.\n\nThe central shaft was deep and circular, extending high above them and deep down below them into blackness. Thinking they were safe, Lady Velvet set the dwarf down and she drew her sword, slowly approaching the pile of rubble where the shaft entrance had once been. Beneath them, the scaffolding creaked and swayed slightly. Then, suddenly, she got another foreboding feeling.\n\n\"Claire, I think that -\" There was a feral roar and an explosion of wood bits from above their heads as the bear came down on Velvet and slammed her through the wooden planks of the scaffold and onto the level below." }, { "author": "bado_kun", "message": "Oh for pete sake..." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Calire would carry the dwarf down to aid velvet,and because she didn't want the dwarf to get eaten by any of those red monsters.Calire would put the dwarf somewhere safe before running to where velvet and bear landed(she couldn't bring the dwarf just in case the bear wanted something to eat).With some momentum she got from running,Claire would hit the cave bear in the nose with her elbow,causing it to let velvet free from its grasp. Calire would pick up velvet and checked her over for any wounds. \"Are you hurt?\" She'd asked in the way that a concerned family member would ask an injured family member if they were ok." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "The breaking boards had slowed her fall slightly, but Lady Velvet had hit the floor below hard and felt the breath leave her lungs in a flash of blinding pain. As the bear prepared to rip her throat out with his teeth, she rammed her scabbard into his mouth and moved her head out of the way of an incoming swipe. The bear was poised to maul her until Clair caught its attention and was smacked away. Coughing and sitting up, she shook her head to clear the haze from the heavy blow and gritted her teeth.\n\n\"I'm... Fine...\" She groaned, shakily climbing up to her feet. The bear was recovering though and as it got up there was a snapping sound and the scaffold shifted, tilting towards the bear and swaying in a concerning way. Was it... Collapsing!? Grabbing onto one of the poles, Lady Velvet started backing away from the bear and looked behind her. She was running out of scaffold. \"Claire, can you lure the bear this way? I have an idea.\"\n\nHer heel was off of the edge and the bear was in front of them, at the bottom of the sloping, splintering scaffold." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would help velvet to her feet, and nodded her head.She would then yell out to the bear \"Come here you big old ugly bear,show me what you got!\" Which caused the bear to fall for the ruse and charges where velvet wanted it to go,Claire dodging out of the way of the bear,hopefully velvets plan would work" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "With Claire having the bear's full attention, it was now charging right at the both of them. As Claire dodged out of the way, Lady Velvet knew that she had to stand perfectly still until the very last moment. After narrowly missing Claire and barreling at her, she fell backwards off of the ledge and was narrowly missed by the bear, which ran itself clear off of the scaffolding and began plummeting towards the abyss below. \n\nLady Velvet did a little backflip that had her facing the scaffolding again and prayed that she would find something to grab. She tried to grasp some boards but her grip was not strong enough. Finally, a floor further down she managed to tangle her arms in some ropes and stopped herself from falling. \"Claire! Are you okay,\" She called out from down below." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would look down the ledge to see if she can reach out to velvet \"I'm fine,are you okay Velvet?\"\n\nClaire would say to her in a concerned manner,likewise Calire would look around the ledge to see if there's a way to help velvet make her way back up.\n\nFor now she couldn't find a thing that could help velvet climb back up,not a single thing,she couldn't reach for the ropes that velvet was holding onto." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"I am okay!\"\n\nThere were several more sounds of boards splintering and the whole scaffold shifted violently to one side, crashing into another section of scaffolding and stopping it from completely plummeting into the abyss. \"Get the dwarf! I'll find a way up to you!\"\n\nThe entire scaffold was tilted and they could feel it sinking beneath them, shifting slightly with each passing second. Lady Velvet began to climb, the angle of the scaffold making it easier to climb up towards where Claire was. In her position, all she could do was to pray she could reach Claire and the dwarf and that Claire could find a way off of the crumbling scaffold." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would reach the dwarf,giving him one of her basic healing potions to help his wounds heal.As Claire secured the dwarf she'd keep thinking about Velvet,like how was she going to reach them?Would she be alright? These thoughts would play in the back of her mind as she protected the dwarf from any beasties that may try and rush them" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "On her end, all that Velvet could do was to continue climbing as fast as she could. Beneath her, the scaffold's supports were making terrible creaking and splintering noises that did not bode well for them. Finally, however, she seemed to be nearing Claire and the dwarf. Hauling herself up onto a platform just below them, the entire scaffold began sliding even further, crashing through the one it was perched against. \n\nLady Velvet was thrown and tumbled into this second scaffold, getting up onto her feet and seeing the worst possible thing that could be approaching them. More of the pale red things from before were climbing onto this scaffold, which was itself starting to come undone. \"Claire, keep climbing! I am almost to you!\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Calire would see these pale creatures and kept on climbing like a squirrel that just had its nuts stolen, but she couldn't just do nothing. Once Claire and the dwarf were at a secure position off the scaffolding ,Claire would throw some spare arrows down at the pale beasties to slow them down a bit. \"Keep Climbing velvet,you can do it!\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Claire was about to ready her sword when arrows began raining down on the creatures that were threatening to swarm them. Instead of attacking she ran and used one of them to hop up, grabbing onto the platform and hoisting herself up. With Claire covering her with arrows, Lady Velvet was able to reach the same level as the dwarf and her companion. \n\nAs the creatures attacked, she grabbed one and stabbed its face repeatedly, throwing it down and backing up against Claire. \"Do you see any way out of this,\" She asked, stabbing another red ghoul through its chin and up through its eye socket." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Calire would look around the area for a moment before seeing some magical lights in the distance. \n\n\"I see a way forward but it's a little far away so we may need to run for it.\" Claire would say this while lodging her hand axe into the head of another red pale creature,keeping them away from the dwarf and off of velvets back.Those danm creatures would make this escape from the mineshaft a little more difficult." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Lady Velvet was preoccupied holding off the horde of red ghouls and as Claire shouted out that she saw a way ahead, she didn't question it at all. \"Okay! I will follow your lead!\"\n\nShe ran after Claire and only paused briefly to dispatch of the creatures that swarmed around them as they made a run for it. The scaffold was starting to give way and levels above them were raining down boards and bits of debris all around them. They had to get off of this scaffold!" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Thankfully for the group the way forward would be secured on a separate set of scaffolding.Claire would pause on occasion to cut up a pale red creature that got too close to her or the dwarf.Once they reached the way forward the red pale beasts would suddenly retreat after hearing a low pitched sound,maybe the red pale creatures found the rabid cave bear remains.Whatever it was the group would goad that they won't have to worry about them red pale beasts.Once the group was safe,the faulty scaffolding would collapse in front of them,surprisingly the scaffolding that they were currently on would remain intact" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Now that they were safely on a scaffold that didn't seem to be collapsing out from under them, Lady Velvet lowered herself down onto her side and curled up in the fetal position and just laid there. After nearly dying too many times to actually keep track of, she needed a moment. The trio were out of immediate danger, but they still had to find a way out of the mines and they may have just acquired a companion who could assist them with that.\n\n\"Oi, lady, I appreciate ya savin' me, but if yer quite done bawlin' yer eyes out, I'd like ta get off'a this thing before it decide ta shit itself, too,\" The dwarf said, managing to get himself back up on his feet." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Calire would grab another potion from her pack and brought it over to a curled up lady velvet.\n\n\"The dwarf is right velvet,we need to keep moving before anything else happens,remember what I said before,we Will get out of here, I promise.\" Claire would lightly rub velvet on the head like she was consoling a child,while consoling velvet she'd open a potion for her to drink.\n\n\"This'll help fix any damage you may have sustained,like I said already we Will be finding a way out of here.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"I just need... A moment...\" She said, staring off into the pitch black central shaft vacantly. As Claire pet her silky soft, slightly damp hair, she closed her eyes and let out the smallest, softest sigh of pleasure. It was quite the enticing noise, even in their current situation. If she were on her own, she would probably be coming undone, but Claire was here to reassure her. \"O-Okay, let us proceed.\"\n\nShe shakily got up to her feet and drank down the entire potion and felt her slight injuries healing themselves. She had pushed herself through it, but the cave bear had undoubtedly cracked several of her ribs. Now that she was feeling only a dull ache. \n\n\"Where do we go now?\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would look around the area for any way forward for a few moments before spotting some more lights. \n\n\"This way follow me\" Claire would say as she lead the group towards the lights,this underground journey is almost at its end.To keep velvets mind from wandering off Claire would start to speak.\n\n\"Did I ever tell you about the time that I fought a rare Black Sea serpent?\" \n\nHopefully this story will help keep Velvets mind on the task at hand.Nothing wrong with a good story,especially since they were almost done with this place." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Lady Velvet followed Claire, wanting to get closer to the other woman. Claire had been kind to her, saved her life, and was about the only person she had ever met who did not seem to see her as just a madwoman or an actual threat. Getting close to the hyena's side, she looked down at her. \"A black sea serpent? I have never seen one, are they dangerous?\"\n\n\"Sounds interestin', I ain't never been to the sea,\" The dwarf said from behind them, clearly trying to elbow his way into their conversation. \n\nThe story seemed to be working, though, Lady Velvet was calm again and there was a cute, almost childish look of amusement on her face as she waited for the story to continue." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"They are quite dangerous,if you don't know what you're doing,thankfully I've had my fair share of encounters with sea serpents.This story began on the Canary Islands where I was hunting for fish and crabs,that is till I met a nice fisherman who warned me that a large serpent was harassing the fishermen and even ate all the fish and sharks they caught.The fisherman brought me to his village where he introduced me to the village leader,after a bit of discussion I would deal with this sea serpent in exchange for defeating such a serpent I'd be rewarded to five bars of a gold and the serpents meat.\" Claire would say all this as they made their way through the mineshafts,getting ever closer towards the exit." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Grumbling, the dwarf realized the the two ladies were having a real moment and decided that he would keep to himself for the time being. As Claire told her story, Lady Velvet seemed to really be hanging off of her every word. Though she didn't seem to be the talkative type, she was more than happy to listen to others.\n\n\"That is quite impressive,\" She said, sounding a bit less monotone than she normally did. Was she actually impressed by the story? She seemed to pause for a moment, putting her hand on her chin and stroking it. \"But what Does Serpent meat taste like?\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "The next day I left to commence the hunt on the crack of dawn,I went to where the Black Sea serpent's lair but I couldn't get into its lair due to its lair being underwater,so I had to lure it out somehow.So I went with a lot of fish chum to use as bait,which was given to me by the villagers. Then all I had to do was wait.\"\n Claire would notice the slight change in velvets voice,she seemed to like the story that she was telling. \"I'll explain the serpent meat taste closer to the end of story,but I will tell you that it tasted pretty good.\" The group would pass through another mineshaft which seemed to be newly constructed because the wood wasn't rotting and the metal wasn't covered in rush,this means they must be getting a bit closer to the exit... But there would still be plenty of time for Claire to spin her tale of her black serpentine encounter" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "She continued listening intently to Claire's story as they walked and she was very interested in hearing all of the details of the hunt for the Black Sea Serpent. It was completely fascinating to her and she couldn't get enough of the different details that Claire offered. She hardly even noticed that they were entering a relatively newer, rebuilt section of the mines until the lights started getting slightly brighter.\n\nThe glowing rocks that the Dwarves used to keep the mines lit faded over time, so now they were entering a section that was bathed in a bright blue glow almost as bright as daylight. \"Oh, we appear to have entered a newly built mineshift. Oh, um, sorry, continue.\"\n\n\"This's a good sign. Means we might actually find a way out,\" The dwarf commented." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Once the dwarf pointed out that they were in a newer,recently built mineshaft she'd take a gander at the glowing rock light things,which seemed brighter than the ones they've seen before which is a good sign as the dwarf put it.\n\"You are correct,it is quite bright in here,brighter than the other mineshaft's we've been through,thanks\" She would say to the dwarf before continuing her story \n\n\"Now then let us get back to story shall we? Ah yes the long wait... Well I ended up waiting four hours till the snake emerged to take the bait,when it did finally come out I went right for its head,but before I could deal the killing blow the serpent dived underwater in a futile attempt to rid itself of me.After a struggle I finally brought the serpent down with one powerful strike to the back of the head.Then I had to drag its lifeless corpse out of the water with my bare hands.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Oh, I see that is quite the story. I am surprised that you managed to take down such a massive creature with a single blo - ooof!\"\n\nAs they were walking, and talking, the normally gracefully Lady Velvet who seemed almost omniscient in her ability to predict her opponents moves and read the environment, tripped and fell flat on her face. It was so comically ungraceful that she had no idea what to do other than to blush in absolute embarrassment and awkwardly scramble up to her feet.\n\nOn the cave floor was a skeleton that looked much, much older than anything in the cavern with an ancient, rusted blade sticking up out of its chest. Had it been there a second ago? The cavern was so well lit, that it was a surprise neither of them had seen it - or had they been so wrapped up in their stories they failed to notice?" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Calire would ask if velvet is alright after tripping over an old corpse but other than a few mild scrapes she seemed fine,but she'd still ask anyway\n\n\"Are you alright?\" Claire would nonchalantly ask as she removed the rusted sword from the skeletons chest,maybe she could find a use for it,even if that use was to be sold,I wonder what happened to this person?.." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Far from being a regular sword blade, the hunk of metal appeared to be the head of a giant, curved pickaxe whose \"Pick\" Had snapped on one side. Claire was much stronger than Lady Velvet and she would find that this hunk of metal was quite heavy. \"I am okay, where did this...\"\n\nShe covered her hand with her mouth. Whatever this thing was its bones looked enlongated and... Deformed, as if its skeleton has been stretched and twisted, though it appeared to have once been human. Gathering up a few bones, she felt compelled to take them with her even though they made her feel slightly nauseuous. \n\n\"Hmmm, what is this?\" Velvet picked up what appeared to be three pieces of brass twisted together in such a way that they could not seem to be pulled apart. \"Some sort of puzzle?\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would stop walking for a moment to examine the old sword she just picked up. It must've been here for a while with the amount of rust coating its blade,maybe this blade,or some parts of it could be remade into something of use,it's better than leaving it here to rust. Seeing velvet fight with a sword earlier made it clear to Claire that this sword would be best suited for velvet.While velvet was looking at what looked like two brass knuckles melted together Claire would lightly tap velvets shoulder and presented the blade to her\n\n\"This weapon would be better in your hands than mine.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Ah, thank you,\" She said, looking at the tangled pieces of brass and then up at Claire. \"Hmmm, and for some reason I think that you should have this.\"\n\nShe held out the small metal trinket for the hyena to take and then lifted the slab of metal from Claire's hands, grunting as it nearly dropped out of her hold. Seeing as the Dwarf was fully healed now, she turned to him with the block of metal and she held it out. \"Say, would you mind holding this for me? We did save your life, after all...\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"Thanks\" Claire would accept the tangled pieces of brass,maybe they were once part of a golden armor set... Perhaps she'll find a use for these tangled pieces of metal.\n\nAs velvet spoke with the dwarf Claire would catch the whiff of something familiar... Was it burning wood? No the wood of the scaffolding wasn't on fire so that rules out fire... Was it the scent of someone cooking some wild game? No that wasn't it... Is it?No freaking way... It's the scent of alcohol,which if you know a thing or two about dwarves they love their alcohol. Claire would turn to the dwarf and velvet.\n\n\"We're heading in the right direction this way.\" Claire would point out to them" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Lady Velvet's nose wasn't nearly as strong as Claire's so she could not quite pick up the scent that the Hyena was detecting, but she nodded in approval. \"That is good news. Perhaps we will not perish horribly after all...\"\n\n\"She sure is a cheerful one,\" The dwarf said, grunting as he lugged along the giant slab of metal. \"I can see why you brought her along.\"\n\nAs they continued to follow the tunnel it seemed to become angled. They were walking uphill. Was it possible that this shaft actually led to an exit?" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would lightly chuckle at the dwarfs response,this is why she's always enjoyed the company of dwarves,due to the fact that most of them speak plainly and honestly(aka have no filter).\n\nOnce the group got closer to where the scent was coming from,Claire would see an old looking staircase.The scent of alcohol was strong here so this is most likely the way forward,heck the smell of alcohol is so thick that lady velvet and the dwarf could most likely smell it.\n\n\"Smell that? It's the scent of readily available beer and smoke,this is our best shot of getting outta here.\"" }, { "author": "bado_kun", "message": "While this was the final stretch of their journey, there would of course have to be one last ordeal for the group to overcome. As they got closer to the scent, they would find themselves in a large, very well lit room, but not all of the light was blue. At the center of the room was a small, round hole that seemed to have a bit of yellowish-orange light, natural sunlight, filtering in.\n\nFinally, an actual way out of these tunnels! There was only one catch, however, and that was a very rickety looking series of \"Stairs\", if they could even be called that, which were set up to reach the hole. Made of planks, rods, and even some mining equipment that had been tied together, the makeshift stair barely seemed to reach the hole. \n\n\"If that is to be our way out, we must be careful,\" Lady Velvet said, stroking her chin in thought. \"If we break these stairs, our only way out will be out of reach for good...\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "The scent of cheap alcohol and molten metal would be incredibly strong here,like velvet said this is their way out of this mine,but the stairs did look old,like they haven't had maintenance done on them since the mine was first built.Before heading up the stairs Claire would turn to the group.\n\n\"I've got an idea,to limit the chances of the stairway falling out from underneath us,one of use will have to carry the dwarf,that is if you don't mind one of use carrying you up the stairs?\" Claire would ask the dwarf,as excited as Claire was to get out of here she still wanted to take her time and be careful,since like velvet said \"Dem stairs are old\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Perhaps it should be me who carries the dwarf. No offense to either of you, but I am tallest and it seems as though the hole itself will be difficult to reach,\" She suggested. \"If this is in fact our way out, at least one of us needs to reach the top. Even if the stairs collapse after, we can drop down a rope for you Claire.\"\n\nLady Velvet wasn't very excited about a plan that involved leaving her new friend behind while she proceeded, but the hyena was right. If all three of them went up together, it could cause the stairs to collapse entirely. \"Is that acceptable?\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would nod her head in agreement ,she'll let velvet go first with the dwarf,while she will hold up the rear(not literally grabbing velvet by the cheeks,that's for later ;3).\n\n\"Try not to look down while walking up the stairs,just look at the exit and breathe in and out \"\n\nClaire would make sure that she was ready to move,all that velvet has to do it's carry the dwarf and get herself and the dwarf out of here." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Lady Velvet took the dwarf on her back and urged him to hold onto her tightly which he seemed More Than happy to do. \"H-Hey, be careful where you are grabbing,\" Lady Velvet snapped as she let him get comfortable and began making her way up the scaffolding.\n\nAs they made their way up, she had the unpleasant task of having to walk across narrow beams and ever-so-slowly step over creaking, shaky boards. She seemed laser-focused on the task at hand and even when the dwarf commented on their predicament, she did not acknoledge his words. As they reached the hole, she looked up. \"It appears to be some sort of shaft with a ladder inside.\"\n\nJumping up, Lady Velvet grabbed the ladder. Her leap sent a tremor through the entire staircase, which quickly collapsed beneath her. \"Damn... Okay, we will bring you a rope, Claire!\" She climbed up enough that the dwarf could get off of her and climb up just below her. \n\n\"Nice view,\" He mumbled under his breath as they climbed." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Thankfully Claire didn't step on those stairs,otherwise she'd be very deep in mine,fighting off who knows what... She was happy to see that velvet and the dwarf were safely climbing out.For now Calire would just wait for the rope,sipping a little mead from a potion bottle" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "As Lady Velvet and the dwarf reaching the top of the ladder, she started to have a horrible feeling. With each rung of the ladder a pit formed deeper and deeper in her stomach. Something very, very bad was about to happen. By the time they reached a slatted wooden covering at the top of the shaft she was in a panic and began elbowing it with all her might. \n\n\"Claire! Keep your guard up,\" She screamed down the shaft, smashing through the wood and emerging into the center of the village out of an old well that had been decommissioned and boarded up. \"Rope!!! I need a rope, I need a rope NOW!!!\"\n\nDown in the mines, Claire would start to hear things skittering around in the dark and the faint hissing sound those red, pale monstrosities from earlier had made." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would hear the sounds of skittering and faint hisses.Then the foul stench came back... It was those red pale monsters.After putting her flask away Calire would pull out her hand ax,ready to fight off these pale beasts if they reached her before she got out of here" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Up above, Lady Velvet appeared to be in a panic. The confusion she had caused bursting out of a well had the dwarves thinking she was a madwoman but, thankfully, her dwarf companion was there to set things straight. The people rushed to get the largest coil of rope that they could find.\n\nMeanwhile, the creatures began creeping out of the shadows and into the well lit room, hissing and shielding their eyes. They couldn't see her in the light, but they could smell her. The things began rushing her, blindly swiping in her general direction, but unable to pinpoint Claire. \n\n\"Hold on, Claire,\" Lady Velvet called down. Tossing down the rope, it hit the floor with a heavy thud. \"Grab the rope and say when! We will pull you up!\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Calire would begin to slice at these creatures while their sight was impaired,going from one to the other like a morbid game of leapfrog.After cutting back the closet ones Claire would climb up onto the rope \"When! Pull me up before the beasties come back!\" Claire would yell up to velvet and the other dwarves" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Once she called up to Lady Velvet, Claire would feel a tug on the rope that dragged her up into the air immediately. Outside of the well, Lady Velvet was pulling the rope and behind her was a crowd of dwarves who were doing the same, all of them pulling with all of their might to lift the hyena as fast as they could. Fortunately, Claire was almost instantly out of the reach of the cave creatures.\n\nAs she approached the well's shaft, the hyena continued being pulled up past the ladder and towards the blinding light of the outside. Two arms grabbed Claire and lifted her out of the well before the person fell backwards, with Claire landing on top of her. It was Lady Velvet and she was looking up at the hyena and blushing slightly.\n\n\"You're... Okay?\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Once Claire's eyes adjusted to the sunlight once again. Claire would be laying on something warm,which felt nice after all they have been through in the mines... What was she even laying on?Like a kid not wanting to get out of bed she'd shake her head before rising from whatever she was laying on and to her horror Claire would be laying on top of velvet.Claire would quickly stand up straight,then would go to help velvet get up.\n\n\"I am fine,are you alright?\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "With the way that she was blushing up at Claire, with her long, lucious lavendar hair splayed out around her and her chest rising and falling with her heavy pants, it would be difficult for the hyena's imagination not to wander. Now that they were both alive, and their ordeal was over, Claire could afford to take a moment to appreciate just how hot her companion was.\n\n\"F-Fine,\" Lady Velvet stammered, quickly getting up and dusting her armor off. Her face returned quicky to being a blank, indifferent slate, but the slight blush lingered. She could control her expression, but she could not make her cheeks stop blooming with heat. Clearing her throat, she looked around at the dwarves and the small town they were in. \"It appears we have found ourselves back in Heatherstead.\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Of course Claire would take a moment to appreciate how hot lady velvet looked,with her lavender colored hair,sheer height that would make any mountaineer weak at the knees,purple eyes that were as beautiful and shining like gemstones... Anyway Claire would wipe the dust off her armored chest as she checked herself for wounds.\n\n\"Heatherstead? I didn't expect us to end up here,thank you for pulling me up velvet\" She would then look at the group of dwarfs around them. \"Thank you for assisting us.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Aye. If you ladies find yerselves in need of some new gear, come find me. I'll give ya a special discount, on account of ya savin' my life an' all,\" He said, looking the two over. The dwarf seemed to be far more astute than either of them gave him credit for. \"You two have fun, eh?~\"\n\nSmirking he left the two of them to go and collect their gold from the mayor's offices. Their assignment had been to report on the conditions of the mines and now they had a fair amount to report. \"What did he... M-mean by that,\" Lady Velvet asked, clasping her hand in front of her and glancing off to the side sheepishly." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire did like the idea of a discount,she did have something in mind,but before that they needed to head to the mayor's office right away... Claire would then respond to what the dwarf blacksmith said.\n\n\"Don't mind that ,dwarves tend to speak plainly,we should focus on reporting the condition of the mines.Then we'll take that dwarf up on his offer.Once we are doing with that we can head to the tavern, we've earned ourselves some ale and meat.Lets get moving.\" \nClaire would slightly extend her hand out for velvet to grab onto,just to make sure that she doesn't fall on Claire again." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Ah, I see,\" She said as if she secretly had something else on her mind. Taking the offered hand, she followed Claire towards the mayor's office, following behind her smaller, but stronger companion. As they walked, she found herself thinking how fortunate she was to have met this friend. Finally, somebody who seemed to understand her. Someone who was kind, and trustworthy, and...\n\nPretty.\n\nShe bit her lip as the thought crossed her mind and was thankful she was just behind Claire and out of her sight. When they entered the offices and the mayor asked if it was safe to resume mining, Lady Velvet shook her head. \"There appears to be an infestation of some sort of creatures within the mines. They are weak against light. Also, the elevator we used to enter the mines collapsed after we entered and is likely unusable.\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire could feel velvet's eyes watching her,Claire would welcome velvets gaze,it felt nice to have someone else to talk to,especially one that is so... Beautiful,kind,(may have a few screws loose but that's ok),and helpful.\n\nClaire would wait for velvet to stop talking before giving her two cents on the matter.\n\"Also There was a rabid cave bear in the mines where we found the dwarven blacksmith but this smart gal velvet defeated it.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Ah, well, I think it was a group effort, but yes...\" She said meekly.\n\nThe mayor did not seem pleased with this at all. \"So all you're coming back with is bad news? Why should I be paying for you two to tell me I've got a useless mine our miners can't even get into?\"\n\n\"That is, well...\" Velvet didn't know what to say to that, but she needed the money and knew that her companion needed the money, too, especially after they both had almost died." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\" You'll still be able to get into the mines\" Claire would pull out a map of the mines she found... Somewhere.* \"Just avoid here\" Makes an X where they fought the bear \"Here\" Claire makes another X where they fought that larger group of red pale beasties \"Other than that you will need to put up more lights in your mineshafts to keep the beasties away.Without us figuring that out for you would have to have to abandon the whole mine to find a new one or hire more expensive adventures every time a group of pale red beasties come a knocking In your unmaintained shafts?\" \n\nClaire would say this in an incredibly serious tone and serous look in her eyes.Her clawed hands still on the map \"Now tell me this mayor,does adding some more lights and blocking off some shafts and of course compensating us for our work sound cheaper than having to find land suitable for mining ,hiring new workers to dig out the mineshafts,spending your money on the materials needed to make completely new mineshafts with the small possibly that there will be ore underground for you to harvest?\"\n\nIf looks could kill this mayor would've been left for the crows by now" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Lady Velvet was impressed with how confident Claire seemed challenging the mayor and suggesting an alternate plan to deal with the creatures in the mines. \"They are sensitive to light? Ah, that would make sense! Once we entered the newer portions of the mines the creatures seemed reluctant to follow.\"\n\n\"It is possible that failing to replace the bulbs in the older sections encouraged the creatures to spread. Also, had we not tested your elevator for you you could have lost all of your miners in an accident...\"\n\nThe mayor grumbled and rolled his eyes, reluctantly weighing out a satchel of coins for each of the women and setting them down. \"Fine, have your payment. This whole thing has been nothing but a headache...\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"Thank you\"\nClaire would claim her satchel of coins,then velvet would claim her satchel of coins,then the both of them would exit the mayor's office,leaving him to grumble about his headache and the large amount of paperwork they'll have to do before getting everything fixed/adding more lights to the mineshafts.\n\nOnce they exited the office Claire would suggest something\n\n\"Let us go speak with that dwarf blacksmith to see what they'll offer us,then I've got something planned for the both of us afterwards.\" Claire would say with a smile on her face" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Taking her bag of gold, she didn't seem to know quite what to day and so after mumbling an awkward apology she followed Claire out. \"Yes, the blacksmith still has the broken pickaxe I gave him. That would be prudent.\"\n\nAt the mention of something \"Special\", however, Lady Velvet cocked her head to one side in confusion. \"Something special. Is our quest not yet finished?\"\n\nThere was something very endearing about how awkward Lady Velvet was to interact with. It were as if she was learning how to communicate with another human for the very first time." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"No our main quest is finished,this is more of a \"Side quest\" That'll start once we speak with the dwarf.\" \n\nNot wanting to spoil the surprise Claire would keep the details of this \"Mini quest \" Close to her chest. So it's best to keep it vague for the time being.The dwarves blacksmith shop wouldn't be too far from the mayor's office." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Oh, a side quest? I will do my best to be of assistance to you,\" Lady Velvet said, leading the way to the blacksmiths. With her impressive focus, she always made sure to learn the layout of any town that she happened to find herself in. \n\nWhen they arrived at the blacksmiths, he was quick to greet the pair. \"Aye, was wonderin' when I'd see you ladies. Come in, have a drink,\" He said, pulling out a dusty brown bottle and pouring each of them a shot of aged mountaingrass draught. \n\n\"I been lookin' at that hunk o' metal ya left me and it ain't no ordinary iron pickaxe. Ta be honest, I can't tell exactly what its made of.\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would nod lightly, but as they walked Claire would think about what she exactly wanted from the dwarf... Maybe some armor? A new knife maybe?A shield perhaps? But before she could think any further they'd be greeted by the dwarf,who offered them a drink which Claire would readily accept \n\n\"I'm sure you'll find a use for that old metal,I've met my fair share of dwarves that crafted such elegant weapons of war from weapons long forgotten in caves.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Lady Velvet took the drink that was offered and smelled it, wrinkling her nose and then having a sip of it. She sputtered a little, but then after taking a moment to get used to the flavor she had another sip. \"I have an idea for it, if you do not mind...\"\n\nPulling out a yellow notebook, she pulled out an old ink drawing, a schematic for a sword that could be converted into a scythe and gave it to the dwarf. \"It just came to me a while ago. I am not sure why.\"\n\nThe dwarf studied the drawing and stroked his beard. \"Hmmm, this is a pretty solid design. What material are we usin' for the scythe handle? A hardwood?\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would finish her drink then would metaphorically throw her hat into the ring \n\n\"I'd go with hardwood with some leather on the handle to provide you with better grip.\" \n\nClaire would then get back to thinking about what she wanted from the dwarf,which brought back some memories from her childhood" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Leather would be good, but actually, I had something else in mind. It is... Important,\" Lady Velvet said, removing some of the bones she had found in the cave from her bag. \"Could these be used?\"\n\n\"The hell are these, bones? Why're they... Shaped this way,\" He asked, running his hands over them. \"And they're heavy... Too heavy ta be normal bone. Never gotten a request like this, but... Yeah, I think I could make it work with a leather wrap. It'll take some time.\"\n\n\"That is fine, I appreciate your being so accomodating,\" Lady Velvet said, finishing her own drink. \"Claire, you wanted something, too, correct?\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "As they spoke Claire would be sketching something in her notebook,something from a past memory of hers... Anyway Claire would finish drawing as lady velvet addressed her \"What? Oh yes I do, I was wondering if you could make me this.\"\nClaire would place the piece of paper on the table,the image would depict a hammer of sorts,not a hammer to be used for building,rather a hammer that would be use to break those deserving of it, and to help those who need saving.\n\n\"My father's father wielded such a hammer,it was said to be incredibly durable and would come back to his hand after throwing it.Unfortunately the hammer was lost,but I managed to draw a schematic of it\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "The dwarf took the drawing and laughed a little, looking at the drawing and stroking his beard again. \"Yes! Now this is more in my wheelhouse. I can do it and we'll make it out of folded, spring cooled dwarven steel. It'll be heavy, just so ya know. The handle will be oiled redpine, a gold inlay ta give it a lil' class...\"\n\nSmiling at the two ladies, he finished his own drink and held up both of their schematics. \"I gotta say, you girls don't disappoint! A man get tired of makin' iron swords and pickaxes all day. I'll get right ta work.\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"Great,how long will it take you to finish crafting these weapons? Not to rush you but me and velvet got a side quest together once the weapons are complete.Also how much would my hammer cost?\"\n\nClaire would say,but she wouldn't reveal any details of this so called \"Side quest\" That she was planning... Maybe she'll spill the beans with a little temptation from velvet.." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Well, if ya want em' made right... A week's about the fastest I could have em' done. As fer' the price, eh, lets say ten gold apiece,\" The dwarf said, smiling at the two laides. \"Looks like the two of ya have plenty o' time to relax and enjoy the scenery together~\"\n\nNodding, Lady Velvet produced ten of the gold pieces she had been paid with and then turned to Claire. \"That is a shame, it looks as though we will not be able to start our side quest for a while,\" She said, not realizing that for this \"Quest\" The only weapon they would be needing was between the hyena's legs." }, { "author": "The narrator", "message": "Once the both of them paid ,lady velvet and Claire would wish the dwarf well then would make there way to to clean up and take in the sights of this pretty region of Eluaria" } ]	151	14,680
41.08	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En can be found walking by the entrance of the dwarven mines, she looks like shes in a bad mood. Shes gripping a wicker weaved basket in one of her hands" }, { "author": "Cem", "message": "Approaching the unfamiliar dwarves mines, Cem would make his way into the mines looking around for anything interesting he might spot." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En tries to avoid a pickaxe lying on the ground but ends up tripping over her own hooves, making a loud thud as she hit the ground Ugh! She drops her basket, spilling what was left of her picnic from earlier which included a jam jar and a salad" }, { "author": "Cem", "message": "Hearing the thud Cem curiously went towards the noise, but since he didn't bring a candle or any form of light he would trip over En, and fall near her. WOAH! ....Owww sorry-sorry didn't see you." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "You're fine She got up and brushed herself off, trying to look around the cave Ah man my basket She began to feel around the ground for her belongings" }, { "author": "Cem", "message": "Basket? Oh did I accidentally kick it out of you? Would scurry himself to get back up, and then went to helping her find her basket. So uhm what made you enter the mines?" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Well I was headed down the mountain when I found one of the entrances to the mines. I thought about using it as a shortcut to get back to my home, but I ended up getting a bit lost... What about you?" }, { "author": "Cem", "message": "Well I was here to look around, and explore the area since I like learning new places or new things, so when I saw the mines I though it would be nice to enter. Now looking back at it I wasn't prepared to explore the mines with no light source, and than I found you so yep that's my story." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "I see... Do you happen to know the way out by any chance?" }, { "author": "Cem", "message": "Sadly no I just arrived around these parts so I don't know to much around my surroundings. How about going back the way we came from? It'll be less of a hassle then just going deeper, and getting more lost in these mines. Looked behind him to where he had come from. If I can remember where I came from that is..." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En nods You have a name? She was squinting her eyes to try to see who she was with in the mines" }, { "author": "Cem", "message": "Hmm? Oh yeah my name is Cem pleasure to meet you Mss.. Uhm May I also hear your name Ms?" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "I'm En, now, lets try to find a way out of here" }, { "author": "Cem", "message": "Nice to meet you Ms.En. Of course only seems right... Would you by any chance have left something as a trail for if you had gotten lost? We could follow it back. Being careful to not step on En, but also not slip." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En eventually gathered her belonings off the ground and put them back in her basket I don't believe I did... She gets back up and looks around for a light source" }, { "author": "Cem", "message": "Was thinking on if he had anything on him that had a light source or could help navigate them through the mines. Hmm? I can shape shift to my fox form for a bit to help us navigate, and find a place although it doesn't last long, and my magic is only ice and wind so far I don't know if they come into any use." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Ah, I didn't know you were a kitsune, I met one once long ago. Anyway, I don't have any magic so were kinda sitting ducks" }, { "author": "Cem", "message": "Mmh yeah let me try- Would turn into his fox form, and sniff to see if he could get his scent or En's scent that lead towards the entrance of the mines. Would be able to sniff out his own scent, and followed the trail for a few before turning back to his normal form. That's all I got at the moment do you remember from here where the entrance is?" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "I believe so She began to retrace her steps until they reached the entrance of the cave Ah, there we go She turned around to get a good look at Cem (since yknow, it was dark and she could hardly see)" }, { "author": "Cem", "message": "By then he had been in his human form, but he was visible now fixing his glasses as he also got a good look of En. Nice to formally meet you Ms.En glad we made it back out." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En smiled and nodded Im glad we made it out of there too. So, where will you go from here?" }, { "author": "Cem", "message": "For me? I don't know I just travel a lot of places never really stay in one spot. How about you Ms.En or do want to go by a prefer name?" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Just call me En. As for me, I'm headed back to my cottage, it was nice to meet you Cem" }, { "author": "Cem", "message": "Nice to have meet you as well En, hope to we cross paths some other time Waves as he made his way elsewhere." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En waves goodbye as she makes her way back home" } ]	39	1,027
95.173913	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "backyarddan", "message": "Stumbling through the darkness of a side tunnel, Gelly tries to carefully place her footing as the soft light of her lantern flickeringly illuminates the tunnels path forward.\n\n\"Now what did mom say? Never trust a lefty... No... Always go left? Two lefts don't make a wrong? ... Shit.\"\n\nAs the tunnel opens to a natural cavern she decides to take a seat and have a rest, letting the sizable clanking backpack hit the ground beside her." }, { "author": "Ulshia Hearthstrong", "message": "Ulshia stride through the mines with purpose. She hadn't been here before, but she'd been in other mines before and had a knack for finding her way within them. She was here in order to find a certain ore to forge a new dagger. Her old was broke while attempting to cut through a surprisingly tough tree branch. It has served her well, but alas, nothing lasts forever.\n\nAs she wanders through the caves she comes to a natural cavern. There she sees that she isn't the only one wandering the mines, and however was here wasn't a dwarf. Ulshia let her single hand drift to the handle of her sword.\n\n\"Who are you, and what are you doing here?\"\n\nHer voice is low and husky, and she speaks the question like a command." }, { "author": "backyarddan", "message": "For a moment it seems like the woman before her is ignoring her, swaying slightly and looking at the ground. This is refuted by the light snoring. At the questions she jerks awake.\n\n\"Blemphb\" She mumbles as she jolts.\n\nBlinking her eyes she blearily blinks and looks around the cavern, yawing and stretching as she does so. Her eyes fall on Ulshia and after a moment her brain catches up. Blinking quickly as she realizes she is no longer alone.\n\n\"Oh! Hello there! So nice to meet another traveler! My name is Gelly, what's yours? I like your scales! I've never seen someone like you before! Are you hungry? Thirsty?\"\n\nGelly starts rummaging through her giant stuffed backpack to pulled out some food and a pair of water skins, just like her mom taught her." }, { "author": "Ulshia Hearthstrong", "message": "\"Stay where you are.\"\n\nUlshia looks the strange woman up and down. How do you fall sleep sitting up? In a stuffy old mine? On a jagged rock? Was this woman crazy?\n\n...No she wasn't crazy. Ulshia could tell that with a glance. She's seen crazy, this isn't crazy. This woman is just naive... Or stupid. Still, it would be wise to accept anything from her.\n\nUlshia's single hand remains on the handle of her blade and she keeps her distance. \n\n\"My name is Ulshia Hearthstrong. I am a Yuan-Ti Pureblood. I am neither hungry nor thirsty. Keep your supplies to yourself. Answer my question, what are you doing here?\"" }, { "author": "backyarddan", "message": "Gelly shrugs when Ulshia denies her hospitality.\n\n\"Ok! More for me.\"\n\nShe pulls out a wrapped package and unwraps it to reveal several dried bread pucks. Gelly takes a loud bite out of half of one of them, chewing enthusiastically.\n\n\"Gettin' losht!\" She smiles through her mouthful.\n\nWashing the food down with some water she starts putting it away.\n\n\"Oh yer real proper! Ahem. I'm Gelashina Puddlelover! I'm currently a girl! What's a Yuan-ti? What's pureblood? What're YOU doin here? Are you lookin for a good rock? Maybe some good moss? I think I saw some good moss a ways back. Better for alchemistin than eatin though.\"" }, { "author": "Ulshia Hearthstrong", "message": "...Maybe she was crazy. But at least she wasn't hostile. Ulshia lowered her hand from the hilt of her sword and sighed.\n\n\"Quite the strange place to go if you want to get lost. Most people who get lost here end up dead. Whenever I want to get lost I just wander around the woods until I find the blackberry bushes.\"\n\nUlshia went to opposite side of the cavern and sat down with a groan. She unclasps her prosthetic foot and places it down next to her and rubs the stump, wincing.\n\n\"Yuan-Ti are snake folk. You know, people with snake like features. Yuan-ti pureblood are snake people that look more like humans than like snakes. Instead of being covered in scales, I just have patches of scales around my body. But I'm still plenty snake-like. I'll have to pass on the moss, but I am looking for a good rock. Specifically, I'm looking for Adamantine ore. I'm looking to forge a new dagger.\"" }, { "author": "backyarddan", "message": "\"Caves are great to get lost in! You only really die if you walk into someone else's home.\" She nods sagely, \"Though it would be nice to find berries down here. Luckily there's a lot of moist rocks to suck on!\"\n\n\"I like yer foot! What's it made from? Where are yer scales? Do they itch? What's a-man-time? Are you looking for this special ore to make a lover?\"\n\nAs she speaks she pulls out another small package and pulls a few strips of jerky from it, starting to chew on those." }, { "author": "Ulshia Hearthstrong", "message": "She narrows her eyes and grumbles in annoyance. This lady is awfully chatty. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a package of her own. She reaches inside and tosses... Something at Gelly. It's a brownish cube.\n\n\"Eat this and shut up. I won't be answering any more questions after this. That's fudge by the way. Homemade. Anyway, the foot is made from wood. It has some interlocking metal pieces to hold it together. The scales are on my arms, back, legs and neck. No they don't itch, but they do shed every two weeks. Adamantine is a rare metal. It's black, extremely hard, and glows under candle light. I need it to make a dagger... That's a small sword useful for cutting things.\"" }, { "author": "backyarddan", "message": "The fudge hits her chest and doesn't fall away like it should, staying stuck to the spot at an odd angle. Gelly smiles and grabs it, popping the fudge into her mouth.\n\n\"I know what a dagger is silly!\" She laughs.\n\nShe goes to ask more questions but stops, tilting her head in consideration. She goes to speak again, then stops, her face twisting in concentration for a moment. After this process repeats a few times she falls silent with a shrug. Rummaging through her bag she pulls out a rubber ball and gestures to Ulshia with it, passing it back and forth from her right to left and back again. Her large eyes look at the yuan-ti expectantly." }, { "author": "Ulshia Hearthstrong", "message": "Ulshia gives her a rather strange look... Why did the fudge stick to her? It wasn't melted, it would have left a stain if it was. Whatever.\n\n\"What? Are you saying you want to play catch or something? What are you, a child?\"" }, { "author": "backyarddan", "message": "Gelly shrugs and offers the ball again, refusing to speak.\n\nHer expression is playful, kind of a >:3c face." }, { "author": "Ulshia Hearthstrong", "message": "Ulshia gives her a baffled and annoyed look, nevertheless she reaches out and grabs the ball from her." }, { "author": "backyarddan", "message": "Gelly smiles widely and leans back, clapping her hands together and holding them up like a baseball catcher." }, { "author": "Ulshia Hearthstrong", "message": "Ulshia rolls her eyes and tosses the ball underhanded to Gelly.\n\n\"I never said you couldn't talk. I just said that I didn't want to answer any more questions.\"" }, { "author": "backyarddan", "message": "\"You told me to shut up!\" She bursts out with a laugh and catches the ball.\n\nShe rolls it back and forth in her hands a few times before tossing it back underhanded.\n\n\"No more questions huh?\" She takes a moment of hmm'ing to think, \"Do you... Wait no. Who about... Not that either... Uhhhh...\"" }, { "author": "Ulshia Hearthstrong", "message": "Ulshia caught the ball and tossed it up in the air before catching it again a few times.\n\n\"Fine, if you want to ask questions, I'll allow it. But we're going to do it my way. I'll ask you a question, toss you the ball, then you answer. Then you repeat the process. Alright? Alright. Firstly, what the hell are you? You clearly aren't a human.\"\n\nUlshia tosses the ball back to Gelly." }, { "author": "backyarddan", "message": "She catches the ball \"Hey! I'm part human! I just mostly take after my dad, so I'm oozy like most people.\"\n\nShe tosses the ball back \"Why do you need a knife made outta super special metal? Why not just get a regular knife?\"" }, { "author": "Ulshia Hearthstrong", "message": "Half ooze, huh? That made sense, though Ulshia has never met one before. She caught the ball.\n\n\"Adamantine is excellent at cutting, carving, slicing, chopping and any other synonyms you can think of. In fact, it's supernaturally good at slicing through non-living material. Which is good, because that's all I use for. I hear is slices steel like butter. Having a knife that can do that would be nice.\"\n\n\"You're half ooze, does that mean you can change shape?\"\n\nUlshia tosses back the ball." }, { "author": "backyarddan", "message": "Gelly catches the ball after a moment of fumbling.\n\n\"A little! I'm still learning. Mom says my ability to shift is kinda reined in by my human bits but I CAN become a puddle for a bit if I need to. I'm no where near as good as dad though. They can become all kindsa stuff!\"\n\nShe forgets to toss the ball back before asking \"Oh so are you like, a carpenter?\"" }, { "author": "Ulshia Hearthstrong", "message": "\"No. I am not a carpenter. I'm a baker. While I don't use my dagger for cooking, I still get out often and find myself in situations where I'd like to cut something. If that something isn't a person, then having a dagger that's good at cutting things that aren't people will be useful.\"\n\n\"You didn't toss the ball back.\"" }, { "author": "backyarddan", "message": "\"Oh right!\" She tosses the ball back \"What's your specialty?\"" }, { "author": "Ulshia Hearthstrong", "message": "\"Nuh uh. You already asked your question. My turn now. What do You Do? What's your profession, if you've got one.\"\n\nUlshia caught the ball and began bouncing it off the cave floor." }, { "author": "backyarddan", "message": "\"Uhhhh. Mostly cookin'! I do odd jobs here and there. Getting into alchemistin' a bit but it's slow goin'!\"\n\nShe takes another drink from her water jug." } ]	90	2,189
343.414634	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Quest Guide", "message": "Just on the outskirts leading into the City of Worshippers, within the overgrown ruins of what looked like an old water mill waited a figured draped in heavy robes. The faint hints of moonlight that did peer into the building gave little away as to whomever they were.\n\nHe had managed to find a fair number of folk interested in stealing the bones that the Witch so desired, and thus he told all the same thing - to meet with him here in these ruins before they would be set loose into the city. Indeed, should they manage to pull things off - his Mistress would be very pleased, and he had to also see if any of the so called 'helpers' would be of any worth to the Witch herself.\n\nShe was always looking for powerful servants to seduce and use for her own means." }, { "author": "Astaroth Von Noblesse", "message": "Mindless wandering had been in the eye of the beholder. Had the blue demon truly been wandering, or did he have a destination in mind? The latter had been true tonight, for his twin brother had given him a job to do. It wasn't super unlike him to do so, but this was the kind of job Ronan normally picked up. Then again, Asta couldn't really understand the necessity of this job. Sure they were nomadic demons, but what use did Ronan have for a couple of bones? He didn't bother to ask. This choice of town was also questionable.\n\n>\"Go and get these bones for me\".\n>\"...Kay.\"\n\nWas about the crux of that conversation as he replayed it in his head. Thankfully for the man who was waiting for his quarry, Asta had been the first to begin approaching. Blue fire accented Astaroth's horns at the tip that jutted out from his head, along with a much bigger one that seemed to replace the tip of his tail. It swished around as he walked, Asta surprisingly seeming careful not to bring it too close to any sort of foliage that could easily catch on fire. One could easily mistake it for a wisp retreating away into the night.\n\nBurning blue eyes settled on the figure as black slits narrowed. Asta hadn't necessarily been 'dressed to impress', considering he wore long black pants and a somewhat tight-fitting black and blue accented shirt. The pinnacle of it all? Well, he was barefoot. \n\nThe demon would stop a few short feet away from the last, that long slender tail of his coming to a hover above the ground. This was the one he needed to meet, right?" }, { "author": "Damian Strikes", "message": "Work, work, work, it was something that pleases Damian every time someone asked him for a job, he loved his job, as he made a career off of stealing things, which he found very entertaining, but also profitable, more so than if he tried to make an honest living, which in his defense, would be quite difficult given his situation, though he doesn't see it as anything bad\n\nHe stood on some tree branches in the woods a little bit away from where the clientele requested him, and presumably others, should meet, he jumped from tree to tree with incredible agility, and where he wasn't able to jump, he shot a web from between his fingertips and walked the silk rope in a matter of seconds, indeed he was a spider, given the nickname \"Silksong\" By his peers in the art of thievery\n\nSoon enough he made it to the outskirts, and snuck his way towards the building, where he would remain in seclusion there until the others followed" }, { "author": "nfinitynbeyond", "message": "╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗\n`Name:`Nymvial Daze \n`Mood:` Dark & Anxious \n`TW:` Extreme delusion/paranoia\n`Mentions:` Althedon's Astaroth Von Nobleese \|\| \n`Pings:` \n╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝\n\n〖☽〗Luminous Silvern globes penetrated the darkness of the current night with ease as they diligently swept along the tree-line just afore her. Mmmnn. She hummed, seemingly finally coming to a decision after contemplating for what had been, undoubtedly, 2 hours. It wasn't out of the norm for the eccentric woman to often take hours pondering over the littlest of things. She was an odd specimen, a being not even a mad scientist could've mistakenly made, a creature no one in satan's hell would want to be. Perspiration from her hard work and long travels gifted her olive skin with a newfound shimmering glow that dutifully complimented the silver cast tonight's full moon casted upon her figure. Though she'd prefer to not be seen. Once big and bright eyes finally came to a dangerous glare before her curvaceous physique began to snake creepily toward the nearing woods, her movements sly and careful. If you were to ask, the woman wouldn't be able to tell you why she had specifically chosen to be here of all places. However, the last place she explored had been over hunted, and she only had herself to blame. The excruciating thirst for blood that she'd been cursed with was a son of a bitch, and was the reasoning for her inability to settle and rest for extensive periods of time. Oh how she hated her repetitive life.\n\n〖☽〗As she crept lowly amongst the woods' floor, foreign sounds began to flood her ears. The creatures here didn't seem to be what she typically hunted. Things like regular old deer and rabbits. It sounded as if this miniature forest housed mostly avian species, which she'd never hunted before. That's fine, she reassured herself, trembling form finally coming to a rest. Alas, all seeing eyes resumed their search for an easy meal, a victim. When she wasn't hunting, Nymvial fancied animals of all shapes and sizes and often befriended them. Unfortunately, her thirst would never let such a beautiful thing last before she'd kill and eat them. She was a tormented soul, a broken woman through and through. There was nothing she could do about that now. Fanged dentition lowered themselves upon the plush flesh of her lower lip as her mouth fanned out into a toothy grin, that curved bodice tight with anticipation. Nymvial's hunt would come to an abrupt end, though.\n\n〖☽〗Considerably small nostrils flared instantly upon the smell of smoke, thus causing now wide oculars to dart about in search of the origin. Humans? She questioned, her body shaking profusely at the the internalized query. The lass began to drown in her own panic like a goddamned tsunami, her once dainty movements now shifting into some more clumsy and frantic. Slim extremities waved about desperately as her body threatened to misplace itself in attempts to prevent such an embarrassing thing. Though when you're hyperventilating and frantically running away from what was truthfully nothing, you're bound to miss-step. And that she did. Nymvial just barely managed to throw her arms out ahead of her to stop what would've been a face-plant. She remained there pitifully, her breathing coming to a steady slow. Am I okay? Now watered eyes lifted themselves from the ground to examine her surroundings. This proved to be a horrible decision, because what she was gandering upon had been a terribly beautiful sight. Blue flames have now engulfed the surrounding area, and Nymviallah was trapped. Unusually high verbalized whines began to fall from the woman's lips as she threw herself onto her rump and began desperately crawling backwards as the blue fire threatened to swallow her alive. It's fierce hisses and crackles drowning out her own vocals. Bright blue. So beautiful yet so deadly. How could one begin to look away? It was now surrounding the helpless woman and there was nowhere to run now. Nym backed onto the trunk of a nearing tree, the slight collision pulling a gasp from the troubled vamp as she looked back to see what would be the cause for her inability to escape.\n\nSnapping her beautifully sculpted head back around to face forward and meet her demise, she flung both hands on either side of her brown tressed head and brought her glowing orbs to a quickened close. Pearly whites clenched as she groaned her despair, velvety fingers tightening their grip upon her elongated tresses, so tight that her claws began to draw darkened red blood from her crania.\n\n〖☽〗She was still alive. How? Alabaster claws detached themselves from her scalp as her luminous silvern orbs came to a slow open, though didn't dare wander beyond the ground beneath her. She did, however, move her hands to be within her line of sight. Blood. A dark red, thick liquid moved swiftly down her hands. Nymvial's lips formed a tight line. There was no blue cast. Tch. Raising a singular hand to be placed awkwardly upon the trunk, Nym used it as a leverage to haul her petite frame upwards. Though the surrounding area had no longer been engulfed in blue flames, she did however, catch a glint of bright blue. Narrowing her dexterous eyes upon the unfamiliar flash of light, she began to swiftly maneuver about the small woods to investigate. She followed this blue flame until she reached the end of the woods. Her steps were silent and her movements were paranormal. With the dead of night masking her build wondrously, it was a slim chance of her being detected. And her being quite a bit sways only made sure of that. As she crept closer, nearing what lay beyond the cluster of trees she had been stalking within, Nym was able to see much better. The origin of the blue fire that nearly killed her was this seemingly wandering demon afore her.\n\nWho was this? Her glimmering eyes softened at the thought, finally allowing her body to loosen, yet it continued to shake violently. A slight exhale pulled itself from her mouth as she wrapped her hands around either side of a tree trunk to peer out the side of it. Without another thought, Nymvial's curvy physique began to darken, mystically morphing into the black silhouette that followed the white haired lad. Trapping herself within his own shadow, she began to hitch a ride. She hoped that whoever this was had been less than 30 minutes away from his destination. That is the longest she could stay a shadow after all. If she were to transform back into her original form before he had, she imagined it'd be quite awkward. Just ahead, Nymvial caught sight of a dilapidated structure. Seemingly a ruined mill. Was this where he was headed? Perhaps she could find something to Drink There." }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "The vampire wasn't always the type to take on work from others, but even he had use for gold and such an interesting request caused him to at least show up. He imagined something to do with cults or other had to be going on, he didn't imagine the stranger needed bones for a pure hearted reason. Not that it mattered of course.\n\nEthan walked up to the ruins with confidence, he believed he wasn't to do this task alone. Noticing blue flames and a robed figure, he believed he must have fount the right place. The vampire stepped in, looking around expecting more people then what he could see.\n\n\"Is this the cult meeting place? Or have I taken a wrong turn?\" The vampire would jest, speaking more to the room then anyone in peticular. He was no secret Ethan was infact a vampire, his deep red eyes and fangs proudly on display as he spoke.\n\nThr vampire dressed to fit the job, a black shirt, black trousers, boots and to top it all off a cloak with the hood currently down. The peticular perceptive may even notice the shine of a danger coming from under the robe.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Quest Guide", "message": "\"Ahh so finally most of you decided to show your faces... Took ye long enough\" He remarked in a heavy raspy tone, his hallow and sunken eyes looking over those that had come before him. The sight of a demon was one that caught him off guard, but once looking closer he saw this was just a... Lower ranked demon, compared to those of much older and higher ranks.\n\n'A demon nonetheless, no doubt she'll find this most interesting' He thought, looking over the arriving Human and Vampire, both seemed decent enough. What their skills were, well that was to been seen.\n\nFrom just outside he thought he spotted some others coming into the mill as well, as he snapped loudly in that direction \"To anyone still lurking outside, if you are here for the request at hand... Get the hell in here or fuck off. Time we don't have to waste!\" He wanted to be certain that all parties were accounted for, he wasn't going to explain things twice, the night would last only so long..." }, { "author": "Astaroth Von Noblesse", "message": "Narrowed slits examined the figure up and down up until different scents approached the scene. Bright blue eyes flashed once, specifically eyeing the one who was hiding near the ruins. Everyone's souls had looked different to him, which also made the thought of consuming such much more appetizing. His brother never understood. Humans had a specific taste with varying flavors depending on their personality and tally of sins committed, or so he believed. Feasting upon those who Weren't Human was an exotic treat. Just thinking about it made him hungry; a long and smooth slender black tongue snaking out to glaze over his lips. \n\nThe scent of another person arriving behind him distracted him from such thoughts, turning his head to stare at the arrival. Right... He wasn't here to eat. He was here to play fetch. An odd, deep rumble quaked within his throat and chest before his blue eyes would cut down to his shadow. Oh? There was a discrepancy within it. Another... Soul was hiding inside. This caused Asta's tail to lash about above the ground and over his shadow, that blue-flamed lit tip coming dangerously close to the ground as it left blue embers in its wake.\n\n\"Quit hiding in there, unless you want to be accidentally burned.\" 'Accidentally' was more of an understatement, Asta clearly threatening her. He didn't like sneaky individuals, nor did he like people not even asking permission first. But with the threat having been made clear (in his mind), he'd turn his attention back onto the cloaked figure, leaning forwards with his upper torso.\n\nHe'd take in a few silent sniffs, much like a dog would to register a certain scent as his arms hung loosely down. \"Am I... Required to share this reward? Or is this a first come first serve thing..?\" Asta didn't like sharing. He wasn't sure what he'd do if he needed to split the bones with anyone, because Ronan didn't even tell him how many he wanted specifically. Oh well. He'd figure it out later." }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "The vampire watched from the side lines for now, hoping to get as close to his employer as possible without setting off the what he assumed was a demon. Going to be a long night it seemed, with such a clash of personalities. \n\n\"And I'm told I cause trouble. And I certainly hope this is a shared reward, competition would surely cause problems for the overall mission? Then again, some added fun wouldn't be the worst thing\" The vampire smiled, baring his fangs proudly." }, { "author": "nfinitynbeyond", "message": "〖☽〗 Frigid nightly winds crooned their Endemic hymn as the vampire remained concealed within the confines of the unfamiliar man's shadow. At this state, it would've been nearly impossible to notice the woman's presence. Frankly, the only way one could detect her is if those luminescent eyes of hers began to glow, which they often did when under lots of pressure or simply when it was dark and she needed to see. Still, she dared not to give so much of a hint towards her existence for she knew not of this demon. His mannerisms, his attitude... Perhaps he took quite the disliking towards blood-sucking beasts like herself. Alas, she continued to ride along in silence, wondering when and where the man would stop. Even as a shadow, Nymvial was still anxious, and her trembling body emphasized that greatly. \n\n\n〖☽〗 A disturbance within her newfound peace elicited a dark hum from Nymvial's mouth, one that housed utter displeasure with it. Under normal circumstances, the abrupt acknowledgment would've scared the shit out of her. However, Nymvial had been traveling on foot for days and was now bleeding from her head. Though she had herself to blame for that, that didn't mean it wouldn't be used as an excuse for her abnormally mellow behavior. Who's that? She said internally as she pulled her eyes to a slow close, hoping to dig up what little bit of peace she had left. Unfortunately, Nym was out of luck. Because a plethora of unknown voices began to speak, some at once. Now glowing silvern oculars began to dance every-which way in attempts to investigate those before the demon she had be using.\n\n〖☽〗Before Nymviallah could even begin to think about making a swift and sneaky retreat, her ride had violently begun confronting her. It was odd. There would've been no way the demon could detect her in this state. Nothing can, unless she makes it obvious, of course. With that, Nymvial just assumed he was crazed, an odd ball. This demon was belligerent, already off-putting to her and probably whoever had been accompanying them. \n\n\"You're Noisy. What's this? A cult?\"\n\n〖☽〗Femininely dark vocals poured from the woman's mouth like venom, the question prying in its entirety. Alas, the woman allowed her ability to reverse, the shadow discombobulating along with. Now out in the open, eternally shaking body tight with tension, the woman's eyes narrowed dangerously upon the fire-clad demon afore her, those luminous depths gleaming with beautiful fury. Though before she could show him what a spit-fire was, the voice of another made her eyes dart sideways towards the presumed vampire. Just her luck." }, { "author": "Damian Strikes", "message": "At last, everyone was here, and like the good spider he was, nobody was any the wiser of his place, he continued to sneak about, his ability to hide being, probably, the best of all those here, then again, a life of petty thievery and assassination and you tend to pick up a few skills\n\n\"Wow, what a crowd, so many freaks all in one place!\"\n\nHis voice appeared out of nowhere, from behind the group, he had stayed so low to the ground that the long grass has hid his movements, he moved through it with great agility, and pops up at a relatively safe distance\n\nHe points to each of them, taking count of who all was there, a very... Strange group of people they where, all of which likely evildoers, but not like he could talk\n\n\"Freaky demon guy, freaky demon woman...\"\n\nHe shudders... Women... A great fear of his, having struggled to talk to women in the past, he made up for it by being sort of a playboy icon, though, they still scared the ever loving everything out of him\n\n\"Another... Y'know what, you might be a vampire actually...\"\n\nHe thinks for a moment, and then waves his hand\n\n\"Aaaah not like it matters anyways right! \"Partners\"! Hehe\"\n\nApparently, this human was part of the group too, though, how... Why? Was he not terrified of them?\n\nHe points to the head figure, the one who was likely the big boss\n\n\"Aaah, you must be the one giving the paycheck around here, good good, you look capable enough!\"\n\nHe flips a gold coin in the air, but he didn't have it on him before, where'd he get it from? \n\n\n\n\"So, here we are gathered, mm, yea... What's the job, give us what you know\"" }, { "author": "Quest Guide", "message": "The hooded man - if he was a man - would cast his sunken gaze over all four that stood before him \"So four in total, I had expected... More but of little matter now.\"\n\n\"Listen up well for only once will I say it, whether or not any of you have heard already... There is a tomb that rests just outside of Elsir Vale which contain some bones that the Witch Elsbeth demands\" He's cast a boney finger over each one of them.* \"Yet locals guard the tomb day and night, but they'll be little threat... What you do with them is your choice. But should you cause too much chaos, you'll surely to attract the holy guards of the city... Beastly brutes and their holy arcane\" He'd grumble.\n\nThe man would go on to explain the location of the tomb, and how it would be surrounded by various local followers - the four of them would have to enter the tomb, of which he warned was likely far larger on the inside.\n\n\"You shall all be rewarded with items crafted by my Mistress herself, but only the best one shall go to the one that brings me the bones themselves first... So are you lot still up to the task?\" He'd ask, a tone of challenge in his voice." }, { "author": "Astaroth Von Noblesse", "message": "As the woman hiding in his shadow revealed herself, Asta glanced back and made direct eye contact with her. For the most part his facial expression was blank as he processed her words. His head cocked lightly to one side a bit. He was noisy? She should have known better than to hitch a ride with a Demon, of all creatures. Well, not that it really mattered much right now anyways. She was out and no longer stalking him. He Was meant to be the predator here.\n\nAlas, Asta wouldn't bother responding to her question, turning his gaze upon Damian as he pointed to each of the people present. He softly blinked at him much like a content cat would, seeming to almost stare past his physical form.\n\n\"Part... Ners... That is a rather strong word here...\" Asta mumbled out to himself. Did he really need to partner up with these people..? He didn't want anyone becoming a hindrance, considering he intended to complete this job as fast as possible. Considering this area was filled with religious people, his ilk was not welcome here. Him and his brother didn't exactly 'blend in' either, causing word of their arrival to normally travel quickly in the area.\n\nHead turned back forwards to listen to what the job details entailed. Oh, so he wasn't supposed to take the bones back to his brother? He supposed he could always steal them as well. The statement about the guards caused Asta's burning tail tip to sway. They shouldn't be a problem for him, if he was going to be allowed to dispatch of them quickly. Attracting those who had holy arcane would become a massive issue for him if it came down to it.\n\n\"Ah... So, I don't have to share?\" A clawed hand rose up to point across him to the others standing nearby whilst making eye contact with the hooded man. \"...Very well. I shall start heading there immediately.\" His hand lowered, head glancing up to the trees before he'd leap upwards, beginning to hop from tree to tree with innate speed; his flames acting as a blue trail in the night." }, { "author": "Damian Strikes", "message": "\"Yes, partnersssss, ever heard of the word? It's typically very vague, never said we were friends, we are just colleagues, y'know?\"\n\nThe way he spoke was nonchalant, he uttered no fear, well, with the exception of the lady around, but he was always nervous when talking to women, though over the years he had been getting over this\n\nHe returned his attention to the employer, and was happy upon hearing the stealth part, a mission quite literally fit for him\n\n\"Ah! Sneaky way in! Yes yes I understand, er... But does that mean we aren't allowed to kill?\"\n\nHe says, opening up part of his tunic to reveal... A concerning amount of knives... More than one person would ever need to carry but he seems to use them all, inside the jacket of course where other things a thief would use but... So many knives \n\nDue to his excitement, Damian became a bit giddy, he would walk around in circles\n\n\"A gift specifically for me, aw you shouldn't, really I'll probably just end up taking theirs\"\n\nHe laughs at the thought of such a trick, but he was a man for hire after all all, and at the least he had some sort of morality when it came to jobs such as this \n\n\"I'm joking obviously!\"" }, { "author": "nfinitynbeyond", "message": "〖☽〗 Truthfully, Nymvial hadn't the slightest clue what they were talking about . Bones, mistresses, witches? What the hell did she get herself into? The plan had been to hitch a ride to some place new and hopefully find new feeding grounds since she'd been walking on foot for days. Time to rest would've been greatly appreciated. Though it seems life had other plans for the vampire. It always had. Dual extremities crossed themselves gently to protect her chest from the considerably chilly winds that sung their songs. There was a lot to take in. Though somehow she knew everything was going to be \"Alright\" . It's like the universe kept her alive solely for the purpose of being tortured. Rarely resting orbs brought themselves to a tight close as the voices surrounding the woman began to fade into nothingness. If she had any left to cry, tears would've been making their way downtown already. What little bit of life she had left was starting to steadily slip away. \n\n 〖☽〗 A new glimmer of silver crept through her closed lids to all-seeing eyes, pulling them to a slow open, revealing a pair of dulled orbs, which had been previously glowing before. Those currently lifeless eyes began to drift towards the excessive amount of knives one of the unfamiliar men Showcased within the confines of his gear. Neatly groomed brows furrowed profusely upon the display, her physiognomy blatantly unimpressed with the clear hint of mental instability. \n\n\"Close it.\" \n\n〖☽〗 She hummed, vocals dark and soothing, but demanding in its entirety. Allowing her arms to slowly fall towards her loins again, the woman began to revert her gaze upon the cloaked figure. \n\n\"Anyone could see those from miles away.\"\n\n〖☽〗Nym informed the lad. If their intentions were to go unnoticed, then he would've failed miserably. Featherlight steps were taken forward as her curvaceous figure began to snake creepily towards he clad in a cloak, that undoubtedly captivating silvern gaze finding their predatory luminescence once again. \n\n\"I do not plan on seeing you again.\" \n\n〖☽〗A concise statement, and she'd keep it at that, those lifeless but bright eyes removing themselves from the hidden features of the cloaked being. She hadn't been listening to a thing he had been saying, but she did know that she would continue her search for new feeding grounds. With that, she progressed onwards, beyond the mysterious gent and followed her own path, which, unbeknownst to the woman, had supposedly been the same as the others that fatefully gathered at this god-forsaken place." }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "The job seemed doable enough, well at first it did anyways. The clashing personalities wasn't giving the vampire alot of hope for team work, at best they might be able to give eachother openings but even that didn't seem likely to him. But the reward was too tempting to turn down, and a little competition never hurt anyone. And with the individual with the blue flames leaving in a hurry, Ethan had no desire to get to the tomb last.\n\n\"Understood mysterious cultist, I'll be seeing you again with some bones!\" And with that Ethan did his best to catch up to Astaroth, following the light from the blue flames. Ethan was not slow by any means, just as fast as any vampire ought to be but even, quickly scaling a tree in an attempt to not be seen running madly on the ground while also attempting to catch up with the demon.\n\n\"Hopefully the can keep up, blue flames seems to wanna rush in and get themselves in trouble. Maybe I should... Hm nevermind\" The vampire didn't often work with others, but was by means against the idea either.\n\nThe human posed a good question, one he felt he couldn't wait to hear the answer too. Killing the guards would be more efficient if it was necessary to get past as opposed to not being allowed too. \"Ah shit, this could be very complicated\"\n\nEspecially if Ethan needed to feed at any point, his powers came at the cost of increasing his hunger the more he used them. And he doubted he would be given the time for a light snack. Lots of maybes and possiblys, he'd have to see once he got to the location." }, { "author": "Quest Guide", "message": "With all four having decided to go after the bones themselves, each would arrive at the graveyard just outside the city - it was somewhat lit with a few torches - but farther in laid their target.\n\nTo call it just a tomb was perhaps an overstatement, though somewhat ruined - the building was large and well decorated, clearly whomever had been buried there had been very well off. Perhaps old treasures still laid within? Yet their first hurtle would be clearly seen - nearly a dozen and half semi ragged garbed locals lurked around and outside the tomb itself. A number of them carried various tools as weapons in one hand, along with a torch as they patrolled about - others might have been seen sleeping against the tomb or even praying before it.\n\nYet nearly all carried similar looks - they seemed drained and almost lifeless, but they were undead - they almost moved mindlessly but would likely react swifty to any sounds or people.\n\nIt seemed the only way into the tomb itself was through its large ornate doors, of which were guarded by two slightly larger men - but both had that drained look to them; so they likely wouldn't be too much of an issue? \n\nGiven all four seemed to decide on their own ways in, this first step could go fairly well... Or utterly terrible." }, { "author": "Astaroth Von Noblesse", "message": "Asta seemed ignorant to the vampire boy who quickly followed behind him, the blue demon effortlessly hopping from tree top to tree top. Strangely enough, it would seem that only this tips of his bare, clawed feet touched the leaves before he'd find enough momentum to leap again. \n\nFrom above, he'd be able to spot the location the robed man had described, pausing and allowing himself to fall through the trees and onto the thickest branch that would be able to support his weight. He'd grip the branch with the soles of his feet, planting one hand on the trunk of the tree and observing the group of guards before him. There looked to be many more than he had originally anticipated, counting each one with a black-clawed finger and mumbling out each number under his breath.\n\n\"... ... ...\" How should he go about this? Killing them all by himself wouldn't be necessarily Difficult, but attacking Larger Groups of prey had been more of Ronan's specialty. \n\n\"Mmh...\" That tail of his swished behind him in thought, eventually conjuring a blue flame that hovered in the center of his free palm. Glowing blue eyes scanned for an area where he could possibly throw it and cause a commotion, however he would briefly glance downwards and behind him as if he was seeking some type of approval from the one who followed him.\n\n\n[Indirect mentions:" }, { "author": "Damian Strikes", "message": "\"Well, not the worst situation that could unfold, actually this is quite up my alley... Except\"\n\nHe points at the group members, they where all worthless for stuff like this, they stood out too much for any sort of espionage, so he sulked into a shaded area\n\n\"Alright then, I'll leave you all to get rid of the easy ones, I'll be sure to clear a path inside\"\n\nWith that said, his big secret finally revealed, two pairs of spider legs slowly unfolded from his back as they stretched and attached to the wall of a building, and he gripped onto it with all eight limbs as he crawled around to the rooftops, where there he would stay low... Quiet... Near undetectable as he made sure to stay concealed as he traversed until he made it to where the two bigger soldiers where\n\nThough it would take time for him to get rid of it, he had element of surprise, as from his fingertips where a web substance that he begun to weave into sort of a net, a way to capture at least one of them \n\n\"Well, let's just hope they don't cause too much chaos, setups like this are few and far between\"" }, { "author": "nfinitynbeyond", "message": "〖☽〗Fatefully running into these quite... Unique characters wasn't something on Nymvial's to-do list at all . Throughout the whole stroll, she wondered about what she had just encountered. The strange cloaked man, the gathering of unlikely beings, the setting for the meet up? To put it simply, nym wasn't to fond of that previous situation. She couldn't help but wonder if something darker was brewing up. The belligerent demon and seemingly cocky, knife-wielding, freak show heavily contributed to this thought she had running rampant in the depths of her typically crowded mind. \n\n〖☽〗Whatever, She redirected herself internally before rolling her shoulders in attempts to release some of the tension she withheld. She refused to let the off-putting aura make her lose sight of what's important. Blood. She was starving as a matter of fact. Nymvial was typically very dexterous when it comes to alertness, but if you were starving as much as she was, the last thing you'd need to worry about is a bunch of lunatics. She had no time to think about obstacles. Though when they'd get in her way she wouldn't hesitate to eliminate them. \n\n〖☽〗As the snaky woman crept from shadow to shadow, unfamiliar calculated steps could be heard nearby, and it was safe to say that nymvial hadn't known the origins. Neatly groomed Brows furrowed intensely upon the commotion until luminous silvern globes zeroed in on what seemed to be guards. Though ... Nym gave a slight tilt of her head. They weren't very good at it.\n\n〖☽〗Or so it seemed. They were groggy looking, slow, and mindlessly carrying out a task. Despite their lack of competence, they seemed pretty calculated oddly enough. They kept watch over something clearly valuable, but looked as if a chuck of a pebble could disturb them. Nymvial had always been curious, and the opportunity to learn new things couldn't be passed up. Perhaps a little bit of manipulation and mind games could be put to use. During her brainstorming, Nymvial failed to take notice of any of the acquainted beings creeping about. It didn't matter though, for Nymvial had her sights on something and she was going to get it." }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "Once Ethan had caught up to demon Astaroth, the vampire would carefully assess the scene ahead of him. Two large yet tired guards, with the combination of people on this mission such a duo should be easy enough to deal with. And yet, the vampire rubbed his temples.\n\nHis gaze met Astaroths, quickly putting his hands up and shaking his head. \"Hey now lets slow down with the flames, I'm sure the commotion it would cause wouldn't be worth it. I'm a vampire my friend, so if given the chance I may be able to charm the duo and merely let us in. Failing that, Then We should resort to grand displays of violence no?\" The vampire attempted to reason with the demon.\n\nRegardless of the response, he hurriedly ran to the guards. Playing the part of a man who desperately needed help. If he wasn't interrupted by his other companions, his vampiric eyes would lock with each of the guards, attempting to charm them. The result wasn't a guarantee, but they did seem already mentally worn down. \n\nIf this worked, he would merely open the door to let his companions in, a proud grin on his face. If not, the vampire would likely jump back and prepare for an altercation. It wasn't that he wanted things to go perfectly smooth, truthly he just wanted a chance to show off.\n\nThe vampire was by no means a super spy, not a powerful demon or skilled assassin. But he was keenly aware of what he Could Do and how to bring out those skills to the best of his ability. While he was sober that is, something he did his best not to be under normal circumstances. However the job seemed important enough to save that for another time.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Quest Guide", "message": "Ethan's rather bold - if not foolish - gamble to charm the duo at the doors would seem to work, but he might have felt something else behind them rejecting his charming attempts, another puppet master perhaps? Nevertheless the duo would begin to try and slowly unlock the tomb door, a creeping chill would begin to escape from inside - but while he had his focus on the duo at the door, a small patrol of the the ragged men began coming from around the corner.\n\nInstead of yelling and using their voices, they would seem to groan and wave their weapons toward Ethan, drawing over towards him but not quickly - if they weren't likely shut up they'd stir the others nearby to alertness.\n\nThe tomb doors seemed heavy, even too heavy for the two guards as they worked to open it up - abit too slowly for anyone's liking." }, { "author": "Astaroth Von Noblesse", "message": "The words spoken by Ethan certainly wouldn't fall upon deaf ears, offering him a simple nod in response. It would seem that the demon just might listen to Ethan, depending on what was being said or asked. A quick clenching of his fist would prove to extinguish the conjured flame, instead seeming to be content to remain perched on the branch as he patiently waited to see what the result of Ethan's attempt would be.\n\nBlack-slitted pupils narrowed in the dark, seeming to focus on Ethan as he approached with cries of woe. Astaroth had been prepared to leap from the branch to assist if it didn't work in his favor, but that wouldn't seem to be the case. Humans were such feeble and weak-minded creatures, or so he thought.\n\nClawed toes wiggled against the branch as a plume of steam gradually escaped through Astaroth's nose. To attempt to pass the time from how painstakingly long it was taking the guards to open the door, his eyes attempted to find Damian who seemed to have settled on the roof of the tomb they were trying to break into. The girl who had hid herself in his shadow before was also nearby, but she also seemed to be idle.\n\n\"...Hmph.\" Asta huffed, lolling his head back to stare upwards for a moment. He had half a mind to barge inside the second the doors opened fully enough for him to fit through, however he wasn't exactly the darkest creature here, ironic as such may have been. His active flames made him stick out amongst the veil of the night, and while he Could Extinguish those as well, Asta simply didn't feel like it. \n\nAs he tilted his head back down, glowing blue eyes would instantly cut over to the group of people coming around the corner and threatened to sabotage their stealth mission. There was a bit of confusion as to why they weren't necessarily being loud about it, but Asta figured this was a good enough time for him to step in.\n\nCalves tensed below him before pushing himself up and away from the tree, almost 'flying' in an arch towards the group. He aimed to land behind them softly in the grass, that tail of his remaining up high in the air as to not accidentally light the foliage on fire. If they all hadn't collectively noticed him at once, Asta would lift a hand to tap at the shoulder of the human who lingered in the back, and if he turned his head to look at the blue demon, the human would quickly find himself snatched; a pair of lips meeting each other. Except— this was no passionate late night kiss. No, instead, this kiss would serve as Asta's first true meal, the demon beginning to 'suck'. The poor unfortunate human who find themselves the victim of Astaroth would quickly begin to feel his very soul being stolen out from within, a light blue wispy aura leaking out from the corners of Asta's mouth." }, { "author": "Damian Strikes", "message": "Damian would make a \"Tch\" Sound as the others would be all too unstealthy, at least to him and his standards, bright fire, a kiss? This really was a strange group, and one of them trying to take on the big guards, his prey, he wouldn't allow it, as he too had an ego at the least\n\nFinishing with the webs, he slung them down onto the guards, if all went according to plan, he would start pulling them upwards, like a spider, unironically, and begin to spin them around in web so they couldn't escape, only to then pull out a knife and soak it in his saliva, which would dull any pain upon stabbing, preventing them from screaming, if they could even feel pain anyways, but no risks where to unsafe, and so did it regardless\n\nAfter finishing he would tie their (if succeeded) bodies onto the side of the wall he was hanging off of, and draw another knife, before once again sneaking his way down to assist the others, as he was a man of much job moral, and believed that it wasn't, in fact, every man for themselves \n\n\"Well now, let's see how this progresses, I'd love to see what else they have in store\"" }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "Ethan noticing the guards backed off a few steps, being a vampire with some talent for magic gave him a cerain level of confidence in such situations. But he soon remembered he wasn't alone, and though this job had a certain level of competition they all needed to get it done.\n\nThe vampire simply watched the demon and human do their work, deciding to observe and attempt to gauge their skill level. The less Ethan had to use his powers the better, he would like to avoid needing to feed mid job if at all possible. \n\nIf a guard made his way to Ethan he would attempt to fight them off of course, likely resorting to a dagger or spike of ice if he felt threatened. If not, he would simply walk up to his 'companions'\n\n\"I believe some team work couldn't hurt! What do you two say? Surely this wont be too difficult with some coordination and our combined uh, let's say talents?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Quest Guide", "message": "The husk of the man that Astaroth had 'eaten' would fall to the ground like a rag doll - his already drained and haggard form now looked more of a husk than before. The taste of the soul, if they had such flavor, would have been compared to a cold stew - as if it had already been eaten away at before. The other three that were closest to the demon quickly turned upon him, raising their makeshift weapons and beginning to attack him.\n\nThey got much louder as a result, and any of the three would begin hearing the footsteps of the others - and those that had been praying on other side of the tomb. It would soon become a 13 vs 3 fight that was sure to get overly messy - Damian had easily killed the two other guards, hanging their bodies up like the mounted heads of animals, but the numbers were against them.\n\nThe 4th member of the party was nowhere to be seen however, one might guess she fled or was prowling in the shadows nearby.\n\nBut they had managed to open the doors, but only just enough for any of the three to enter into the tomb one by one - now came the choice for them all. Linger and deal with the remaining tomb guards, or rush into the tomb and whatever awaited them inside." }, { "author": "Astaroth Von Noblesse", "message": "Asta had taken note of Ethan's words, but he simply had no time to respond to them. After all, he still had three more pieces of prey in front of him. As soon as the man's soul was swallowed, Asta would allow his body to drop to the ground, an uneasy growl rumbling in his throat at the taste. It was like eating a rock that had been sitting in a tar pool. Hard to swallow, suited with a nasty aftertaste.\n\nStill, he licked his lips and turned his gaze upon the other three who drew their weapons against him. For someone guarding a seemingly important tomb, their weapons were certainly lackluster. From what Asta knew, they carried simple farming tools. It was nothing to be afraid of.\n\nAsta wouldn't really bother Dodging The first swing that came at him, lifting his arm to block a downwards swing from a small little hand sickle. The sickle would strike his skin—though, it wouldn't cut into it too deep; the demon's skin seeming to be quite a lot harder than one would normally expect. Still, he'd use this as grounds for his next attack. Assuming the man would still hold onto the weapon, he'd swing his arm along with the man into the second individual trying to hit him with a pitchfork. Afterwards, Asta would jump back and open his mouth and collectively inhaling. A bright blue glow would be seen gathering within his throat and in the back of his mouth, and in the next second Asta would release a torrent of blue flames aimed to scorch the guards' heads to quickly kill and silence them." }, { "author": "Damian Strikes", "message": "Continuing his silent warpath, he figured the others had the area locked down, meaning nobody else would be able to bother him as he crept his way towards the crypt entrance, throwing caltrops around him to prevent anyone from sneaking up on him as he checked for locks and traps\n\n\"Silly people, is all they think about is murder? Sure it gets the job done but takes too long, maybe they can even get rid of them yet\"\n \nTaking out a satchel full of lockpicks, he pointed at individual ones and spoke softly \n\n\"Let's see... Combination lock pick... Skeleton key... Rune locks... Ah! Trap picks, perfect\"\n\nHe says as he removes a slender, very fragile pick meant for disabling traps, he stuck it in his mouth and begun inspecting the door of the crypt, luckily, there was no lock holding it in place, so he opened it without any problems, there wouldn't have been one anyways either way, but now he was waiting for the others to finish their little killing spree\n\n\"Cmon, hurry it up, I don't plan on staying here all night because of you guys\"" }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "The situation was getting increasingly more intense, the vampire took a moment to consider his options. Making a dash for the tomb would have been perfectly reasonable, perhaps slamming it shut behind them would allow them to explore uninterrupted. Or the trio would simply end up trapped in a smaller area out numberd by guards. Either way, it seemd their demon friend had already came to a conclusion. \n\n\"In rush are we human? Enjoy yourself a little, not often cults are hiring you know\" And with that Ethan joined Astaroth in fighting off the remaining guards. Noone to call for reinforcements at least, right? Not very sound logic, but the vampire wasn't an expert when it came to planning ahead and he likely never would be. \n\nHe fought by shooting ice spikes towards any guards with his range, before closing the gap with his enhanced speed and attempting to slice at the necks of any guards available with his dagger. If he got the chance he would attempt to feed from one of the guards, drinking thier blood till they passed out or perished from the blood loss.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Quest Guide", "message": "Between the efforts of both Astaroth and Ethan, they were cutting these men down as if they were mere blades of grass - one of Ethan's ice spikes would tear through the remaining fellow that was with the group that tried to attack the demon. Falling the ground and bleeding out, while the other two of his group fell to the grounds with burning heads.\n\nThe stench of death and burning flesh began to fill the air, the winds beginning to carry it - two other oncoming guards with howling throats found themselves silenced at the hands of Ethan's dagger. While the one he tried to feed from attempted to struggle but fell dead like the others, yet his blood would taste foul to the Vampire likely, much like the soul that the demon had eaten himself earlier.\n\nOnce there had been 13, was now reduced to only 7 - but the deaths of their fellows didn't make these humans pause, as if nothing more than mere puppets they charged against Ethan and Astaroth without much reason. Howling like animals with their weapons raised - Damian's caltrops would have slowed them down, causing at least 1 one of them to fall over.\n\nDamian wouldn't find any traps lurking around the entrance of the tomb or connected to the doors this time, but he would be able to look inside and spotted the broken remains of what had likely been a stone sarcophagus... And what looked like a set of stair leading downwards." }, { "author": "Astaroth Von Noblesse", "message": "A human telling a demon to hurry up playing with his food was as dangerous as attempting to take a meal away from a wild tiger. Astaroth had no obligations to listen to the odd spider-man, even if he had heard what he was saying. If they did ignore these humans and closed the door behind him, they'd likely need to deal with them possibly chasing in after him, or worse— they'd find a much larger group outside awaiting their return.\n\nSteam hissed out from the corners of his mouth and nose as he shut his mouth when the guards he blasted with blue fire fell to the ground, a deep growl clicking and rumbling out from the depths of his chest and larynx. Those who were close would be able to feel a deep bass reverberating from off their chest from such a noise. \n\nThe weapon that had been latched into his arm would be raised as Astaroth brought it up near to his face, glowing blue eyes inspecting the wound. He had no reason to fear becoming diseased by such a trivial thing, so in essence, he'd use his other hand to pry the weapon out with a light jerk. The blood that oozed out of the wound was black, Astaroth extending out that odd tongue of his to lick over it and coagulate it. Blue eyes would cut over to the rest of the group charging forth before Astaroth lifted the weapon and chucked it one of them, aiming to strike one in the head. \n\nRegardless of whether or not it would hit, Asta would then leap into the air once more and position himself near Ethan and landing behind one charging towards him. Asta's hand came up to plunge it through the guards' chest. He clutched a now still-heart in his hand, though he wouldn't hold it for very long, ripping his hand back out just as fast as when it had entered. The demon would then turn to two more and once again he'd open his mouth to spew that blue fire of his to kill them. A black tail whipped and lashed over the ground as he did so, enunciating the demon's heightened and excited state of mind." }, { "author": "Damian Strikes", "message": "Taking notice of the demons ignorance of Damian's words, he simply shrugged and walked his way over to the door. He thought little of the two, they where too inefficient, seemingly focused more on killing than the actual job at hand. He shook his head as he approached the sanctum\n\n\"What's a boy to do eh, can't pick your coworkers...\"\n\nGiving a shrug would press himself against the wall to the sanctum. While he had no intention of starting any fights down there, he figured it would be a good idea to scout ahead and gather information while the others were fighting outside. He was the stealthiest out of everyone, after all, but still quite cautious even with his skill, and the knowledge that whatever they where fighting where mere husks\n\n\"No traps, door open, luckily it appears I am unnoticed by the guards, all good things but it seems too easy to get in, I understand this is a graveyard however, why would it be guarded like this, seems too light... Hmmmm\"" }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "The vampire glanced at the human, a tad confused at first but merely stuck with the demon in an attempt to finish off the remaining guards. Slowly a plan was forming in his mind as his ruby like eyes glossed over the fierce demon. The demon was likely stronger then Ethan, and the human likely more competent at the stealth aspects of such a mission then Ethan. Ideally he would convince the pair that with all three of them working together, the mission would likely not be too difficult. An assumption, of course.\n\n\"My demon friend, I believe if we continue to fight together mere human guards shouldn't be a problem. May I propose we work together? I'm all for senseless blood shed! But I believe the reward is too good to mess this one up\"\n\nEthan continued to throw ice spikes at any remaining guards, how much he could cast such spells was tied to how hungry he was. The more spells he cast, the further his hunger for blood grew. The hungrier he was, the less he could focus on spells. So with that in mind, if the opportunity arose he would feed off a corpse till it lacked blood any more. \n\n\"And human! Whats your plan if theres more dangerous guards in side? Mages, real warriors or some sort of monster waiting ahead? Some patience and team work could help the three of us dont you agree?\"\n\nThe vampire ripped some clothing from a guards sleeve, wiping his mouth and dagger clean. \n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Quest Guide", "message": "The demon and vampire made short and easy work of at least 5 more humans. Thus now leaving only 2 left - but unlike their counterparts, these final two men began running away. If they escaped and even managed to make it back to the city, then others would come investigating surely.\n\n Damian on the other hand would only feel the growing chill air from the staircase that would take one farther down - that very chill escaped even to the outside of the tomb, creeping itself over the dead bodies laying outside. There was something far down below, there was little doubt in that - but they would have to go to it. Yet all one might see is darkness if they went down the stairs, of which looked rather narrow.\n\nIf they still wanted to complete the job itself." }, { "author": "Astaroth Von Noblesse", "message": "Once his mouth shut to cut off the spew of flames, Asta would turn to stare down at Ethan as he began speaking to him. That growled rumble had died down a bit, but was still able to be heard. Had it been uncertainty? Or was Asta simply pondering his words? His tail dragged back and forth across the ground as his eyes flashed once. He could have dealt with these human guards by himself if he wanted to, so what exactly did this vampire mean by 'work together'? He thought they already were, as an extension of his kindness for the night!\n\nStill, it seemed the vampire had been a voice of reason towards the human who had already crept his way inside. Asta briefly turned his head to peer inside the dark crevice of the entrance, blinking softly at Damian for a moment before turning his gaze to the retreating humans. There were only two of them... But how much help would they even manage to bring back? He didn't really feel like chasing.\n\nHe huffed blue flames out of his nose before turning down towards Ethan, lowering his torso down to his level and giving direct eye contact. And then.. He'd smile. Before he could give Ethan a chance to react, Asta's odd black tongue slipped out and would drag itself up along the side of Ethan's face. A sign of affection perhaps? Maybe he thought the vampire was cute.\n\nAfterwards he'd straighten back up and pointed a clawed finger over to the open entrance. \"Let's... Not waste anymore time. We can... Deal with guards when we come back out. Or... We can make it quick. Retrieve bones and leave before the holy ones appear. Though... You can kill them if you want.\"* With that, Asta would turn and move to enter inside the tomb.\n\nThe chill that drafted up from the entrance below the sarcophagus didn't seem to phase Asta one bit. Sure, it gave him chills, but what was there to fear for a creature like him? He was practically the very essence of evil and un-holiness itself.\n\n While Asta had no trouble seeing in the dark, the blue flames that flickered from the top of his horns and from the tip of his tail would prove to serve as a makeshift torch. With that, Asta would move to enter inside with his arms casually hanging at his sides; the clicking of black claws tapping against the stairs echoing across the stairwell's enclosed walls.\n\n\n\|\|indirects:" }, { "author": "Damian Strikes", "message": "Maintaining his posture as he crept around continuously, he turned around only to come face to face with the blue flame that had been ever so silent in the party. Damian wasn't very amused by how stand-out he was compared to the other members, which was just him and the vampire, but at the very least he was helpful, so far he saw the vampire do not much\n\n\"Good evening to you...\" \n\nHe says to the demon with a hint of sarcasm, knowing he wouldn't get any form of response back\n\nHowever now hearing him speak of available options for how to continue their little venture, the choice was obvious to Damian, and should be to the rest of the group \n\nBefore they continued however, Damian shrunk into the shadows, only to appear behind the vampire in a much too stealthy manner, he was quiet, adept at his skill set\n\n\"I've killed people like you before, murdered more like, but they always seem so cocky, like assassination cant happen to them because they are special in some way, if you can't hear me coming, what makes you think they would... Just a thought!\" \n\nHe says, playfully booping the nose of the vampire as he seeks to answer the demons question\n\n\"Now I appear to be the exception here, but you two I'm certain wouldn't fare so well against the holy magic of the templars who will come if we take too long, our priority was the bones, not killing, and so the bones we must take, now then...\"\n\nThe way down was steep, sure they could all jump down, but how would they get back up, Damian had his legs but still, better safe than not, he began to spin web from his fingertips into a rope like structure, weaving it quickly until it was fairly long, and hopefully long enough to reach all the way down\n\n\"We must hurry I'm afraid\"" }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, a sort of confused look on his face. His companions were certainly... Passionate! That was one of the words you could use. He wiped his face off after Asta had so kindly introduced his tongue to it. \"I hope that means we're friends! And not that you felt like having a taste before eating me, I'm sure I taste horrible by now. Heart that doesn't beat and uh, I hope vampires don't have souls as you seem rather fond of them!\"\n\nThe vampire raised an eyebrow to the humans... Threat? Was he threatening him? Ethan felt like it at least, and let out a small sigh. \"I'm sure all of us here have rather concerning kill counts my dear human! Its not a competition, and I assure you'd find my your most exciting kill yet! But I don't believe I've even had the opportunity to offend you yet... Concerning\"\n\nThe vampire followed Ethan and gestured Asta to join. \"I'd certainly feel safer with someone who can shoot flames on our side. And yes human, I imagine a good bolt of holy light would quite badly! If they got the chance, that it\"\n\nThe vampre looked down at the steep wat down, shrugging as Damian prepared his robe. \"So you could kill me, as long as the way to get me wasn't too high up or two low down? The rope seems to take a moment\" The vampire would tease before transforming into a bat to fly his way down instead.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Quest Guide", "message": "With the trio now entering into the depths of the tomb itself, the staircase would lead them downwards with only the likely flames of Astaroth's flames providing any light - yet soon the staircase ended and opened up into a slightly wider hallway. The darkness would have hidden much from them, though those that could see through it might have spotted just a bit of what lay ahead.\n\nVarious skeletons, and even mummies corpses were scattered the whole way down the long hallway - yet if one looked close enough at a few of them, they all seemed to be laying or facing towards the staircase itself. Were they trying to escape before death claimed them? All seemed to still have their former gear on them - perhaps something of use could be found on them?\n\nThe demonic flames would cast themselves along the walls of the hallway, there appeared to be carved markings here and there along the walls - perhaps old fire marks or left by weapons?\n\nThe very chill from before was far heavier down below, each step they took down the hallway would seem to increase the chill - and a few of them might even begin to hear faint whispers. Words creeping into their mind and trying to lead one or all astray - or simply just their own minds playing tricks." }, { "author": "Astaroth Von Noblesse", "message": "Whether or not the two decided to directly follow down behind him was of no concerning matter for Asta. If he was the only one who descended, that meant the treasure belonged to himself only. But, the flapping of wings following behind him was quickly understood that he was indeed followed by at least one of them. He wouldn't glance back to acknowledge their presence, but rather keep his gaze pointing downwards into the dark depths below.\n\nHis pace was casual yet cautious, blue eyes occasionally flicking to the dead bodies on the ground and the inscribed markings on the wall. As soon as the whispers started to gradually sneak into his ears though, Asta would pause in his stride, glancing up... And then back down. Were they spirits? Souls? Or was it a monster capable of driving others mad by this means that was lurking further down below? He once heard that solitude and darkness can play tricks on the eyes if one is not keen.\n\nSteam hissed out from the corners of his mouth as he allowed it to open slightly. The blue-flamed tail tip of his swished from side to side as a familiar blue glow gathered within Asta's throat, before Asta lurhced out a blue fireball aimed downwards. There were two goals with this action: see how far down he had left to go, and also see if any monsters would appear within the light. If none did appear, Asta would huff and continue going downwards until he reached the bottom. The chill still didn't seem to be completely bothering the demon." }, { "author": "Damian Strikes", "message": "\"Kill count? Oh brother, you don't understand, murder is an art, not something you just pick up as a hobby, and it's an art I happen to be very good at... Hmph \"Kill count\"... Makes one sound like some raging barbarian, who believes planting an axe in someone's head is an appropriate way to kill, I digress, it takes time, patience, like an angler or a... A spider yes! Though it's like you say, I am only human after all!.... Kinda...\"\n\nHe twitched his spiders appendages and whistled as the web rope he was knitting was close to completion, and that said, on the account of holy warriors who would definitely come sooner rather than later, Damian decided a faster pace was more appropriate \n\n\"That said, our companion here who has neglected to speak all that much does have some pretty flames about them, it's too bad they stand out, that's not very useful, unless bright and intimidating is what your going for I suppose... Either way, it's you two who would suffer the most from holy magic, being of cursed flesh and all, myself? I'd likely be able to survive the element, though knowing those holy warriors, they tend not to hold back on any magic... Speaking of magic, it feels kinda odd here.. Or is that just me? Our employer was pretty strange too but they are paying well, I just hope that if this is some world ending necromancers bones, they will leave me alone to my own devises assuming resurrection is the goal, but what would I know, maybe the boss just wants these bones for their dog to chew on\"\n\nContinuing to whistle, and finishing the webbing needed for the rope, he stopped to see what asta was up too... Clearly they where being cautious, looking for something, enemies perhaps, but in his mind, shooting a ball of flame was bound to give them away, and what was the point of it, they could all see fine in the dark... Or he assumed so anyway... Presumptuous on his part but in his defense, he believed night vision was normal for people, having been modified with it as a child" }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "The vampire turnt bat followed Astaroth closely, he liked his odds better with the demon close by. He would remain in this form for awhile longer, deciding he would be able to avoid any traps far easier in a smaller form and off the ground. Of course this limited his ability to fight if the need showed itself, but one problem at a time.\n\n\"Cursed flesh is rather harsh, I'd say improved. But I must agree it does feel sort of, odd being here. You'd think I'd feel more at home raiding a tomb, might need one myself one of these days.\" The bat made a sort of squeak/chuckle sound, the closest noise a bat could make to a laugh.\n\nEthan flew ahead just a little, he may as well make use of the things and try and give the others a fair warning of any traps ahead If He happened to spot them. He could see fine in the dark, but that of course didn't mean he was all seeing.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Quest Guide", "message": "The demonic fire from Astaroth only seemed to chase away the ever lingering chill. Yet the fire would soon find itself falling downwards - hitting against the cold stone.\n\nWhile as Ethan followed from behind the flames might hinder his night vision just a tad. But all he would keep finding was the broken remains of the dead - yet the hallway did seem to start to widen up. Perhaps they were nearing the main chamber?\n\nThough the chill had been whisked away for the moment, the whispering now seemed to focus their attention on the ever chatty Damian.\n\nThe lingering words were perhaps even of the dead that lay around them - mumbling that he wouldn't last against the others. But if he outwitted them, he could escape before a worse fate claimed them...\n\nOr perhaps this was all in his head?" } ]	291	14,080
816.666667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "spicy_24", "message": "Stars shimmered gently in the night sky, illuminating the expansive void overhead with the light of a thousand glowing orbs-though none of these compared to the glamor of the full moon, which hung low over Elsir Vale, keeping the mountainous city locked under its watchful gaze. It was an instance of the beauty that accompanies the mysterious, the unknowable nature of the luminous bodies above making them that much more alluring to the standard onlooker. In such a sight, many who strove for little more than survival from day to day found comfort, bathed in the soothing rays of moonlight as they gazed with awe, drawing solace from the belief that their fates could be left to a higher, unreachable power. When Yazuki's eye fell upon it, however, he saw himself, his self-perceived image of uncertainty reflected by the lunar orb that almost seemed to serve as a reminder of the destiny whose leering eye he strove ceaselessly to escape.\n\nThe spell was broken by the unpleasant sound of wood splintering on cobbled stones, the kitsune's eyes drawn to the sound as he flinched. Yazuki often found himself moving out and about during dark hours, drinking in the relative silence of the streets compared to the unsightly, seemingly-endless clamor that ruled them during light so as to relax before heading to bed, rising with the sun, and heading back out into the city to meet the next day with steadied nerves. However, he was constantly encountering reminders of the knowledge he sought to disprove, it seemed-but those feelings would have to wait: identifying the source of the sound as a wagon whose wheel had been caught in a dip in the rocks and shattered after careening off to the side, Yazuki spied a boy whose age couldn't have been greater than four-and-ten years wedged underneath its remains. His eyes spied the sheen of red liquid catching the light from nearby lanterns, and the kitsune wasted no time in hurrying towards the besieged youth.\n\n\"Hey! Hey-calm yourself,\" Yazuki started in as soothing a tone as he could muster in response to the boy's frightened gasps, hooking his hands underneath the wagon and lifting it upwards. He grunted with exertion as the wood shuddered and heaved before giving in and toppling over. \"Are you well?\" He asked the child, who nodded as he sat up against the side of the nearby building at the side of the street and pulled his legs into his stomach for Yazuki to examine. He could see that the injury was not serious, likely just a small splinter, which relieved him. \"Thank you, but...\" The boy began before trailing off, his eyes focused on something behind his rescuer. The kitsune turned to see a cluster of fruit whose vibrant colors had been muted by the combination of dust and dirt that they'd accumulated upon falling from the wagon and tumbling across the ground. The head of the wagon itself had been separated from its frame, which meant that it had likely fallen on its side with the impact and scattered its contents across the ground.\n\n\"Food for my family...\" The youth explained as Yazuki directed his attention back to him. Spying the grime on the boy's clothes, the kitsune understood the situation: this child wouldn't be able to eat that night if he did not obtain more fruit. \"Don't worry,\" Yazuki reassured him, twin tails waving in the air behind him as he rose to his full height. Reaching in to his pocket, the kitsune produced a cluster of coins that rang with a jingle as he deposited them into unsteady hands. \"Take that and find something that you can eat-but make haste. It's already dark, and soon the shops will close until morning.\" He felt a warm sensation in his chest at the warm smile and words of gratitude he received as the boy hurried off, disappearing around a corner. That was the last of his own money for the day, he realized with a silent sigh as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and found them empty, but it had been the right thing to do." }, { "author": "Arwen", "message": "_Away._\n\n\n\n\n\n_A sanguine orb of light seemed to hover inside of the ethereal obsidian shade_ that loomed endlessly over the space inside of the mind of the dreamer. Licking, vicious wildfire flames bit and gnawed at the edges of porcelain flesh that retracted and attempted to pull away from the nightmarish heat that radiated from the fire. She couldn't _hear_ anything at all besides her own blistering screaming that came flooding from her mouth, nearly cracking at dry lips that were aching for water - threatening to have blood usher down in a matter of seconds. The pungent smell of crisping heat was enough to send the young woman up from the dream that she had been having - eyes of violet feverishly dashing across the semi-empty room where she had been given a place to stay. From the dresser to the doorway, nothing was out of place or charred - no signs of any fire had occurred here and it was evident that it was indeed just a nightmare. There wasn't a single night that went by without one - some were more convincing than others. Dreams and visions of a life that felt entirely unknown to herself - though, it was merely a year ago when she had initially left the Elven City to find herself after being shoved into the fire by a vindictive person. Beads of sweat began to form on the sides of a pale forehead - moving along the deep scarring that lined the right half of her face. A hand would come up to brush away some strands of pearl hair as moonlight poured in from the window that was housed behind a pair of white, sheer curtains that bellowed lightly in the nighttime breeze that soothed over the space pleasantly. And for a moment, the woman would feel over her own pulse - soon using the back of her hand to wipe away any sweat that still remained on those features of hers - _her heart raced within the confines of its caged home._ \n.\n\nA soft voice would come from herself, slipping past dry lips as it began to fill the voided room that felt too empty now, the words were something sang in High Elf - a lullaby of sorts, \".._Tul- garav, beri- nin, an im on- bountiful wheat. Tul- garav, soothe nin, an im provide i elms.._\" (Come Wolf, protect me, for I give bountiful wheat. Come Wolf, soothe me, for I provide the elms.) It was a song that her mother used to sing to her when she was a child - one that, no matter how much she had a distaste for her - couldn't be taken. Moonlight would continue to paint the young woman in delicious hues of cool alabaster as she found herself standing up from the bed where she had been laying - the desire to run to the woods was more than enough to get her up and on the move. Within minutes, Arwen would be exiting from the home, still humming under her trembling breath, shutting the wooden door behind herself before wandering down the street that was lit by candlelight and torchlight from nearby taverns, inns, and businesses that were still open at this time of night. She didn't know what time it was - she just knew that she needed to get away from the town for a little while to bring herself back down from the nightmares. Dark circles held on under exhausted eyes that glanced from each passing person, though, it was only briefly - noting the way her heart ached to meet with the woods once again. When she was a child, she used to run away to the forests when she had been scorned or scolded - often using it as a place to escape for a little while before having to return. It was a place where she didn't have to speak - she could just _be._" }, { "author": "spicy_24", "message": "Yazuki found himself seated at a bench illuminated by the glow of a lantern, a small island of light in the midst of a sea whose blackness thickened as a cluster of clouds passed over the moon, hiding the streets from its illuminant gaze. The kistune remembered vividly the last time he'd heard the calming sound of his mother's voice, calling for his younger brother and sister to return to their home after a day of play in the green expanse of their yard: it had been less than a year ago, but to him it felt as though it'd been many. What he would have given to return to that scene, the comfort of knowing that he would rest well later that night and rise to confront the following day alongside his family-but that was simply wishful thinking.\n\nRising to his feet after sucking in a breath, Yazuki prepared to start heading back to the room he'd rented for the duration of his stay in Elsir Vale, but the thoughts that had begun to spring up within his absent mind were cut short as, without warning, a large hand took a fistful of his shirt and yanked him into the alleyway which he'd been in the process of passing. He gasped as the breath exited his lungs in a rush of air, and he stared up at the one who'd so violently assaulted him-or ones, he quickly realized: there was a group of four men that looked to be human, all brutish and starting back at him with greedy eyes. \"You shouldn't be out and about by yourself around here, kid,\" One of them sneered. \| Kid?! \| Yazuki thought incredulously, annoyed by the group's mockery before he realized that a level head was the best way to get out of the situation. \"Easy, guys,\" He started, slowly climbing to his feet as he spoke in a placating tone. \"I'm not looking for any trouble.\"\n\"Too bad for you, then: it just found you.\" One of the bunch began to advance very threateningly, and Kitoshi backed away accordingly. He didn't want to get boxed in. \"Unless, of course, you hand over everything you have on you.\"\n\nYazuki could see that the thugs he'd had the misfortune of encountering-of course-wouldn't be dissuaded-but he wouldn't be fighting. Surely there was a method of escaping the situation peacefully, the kitsune reasoned-and, as if beckoned by his thoughts, this opportunity presented itself: an old window had been left ajar, one of its panels swinging wildly by loose hinges; it looked as though a light breeze could tear it loose, and so Yazuki focused in on it even as he felt his back press against the cold stone wall. \"Last chance-what'll it be?\" He faintly heard one say as a scarred, meaty hand reached for him again.\n\nA loud crash rang out, accompanied by the sound of shattering glass and cries of alarm, echoing out through the alleyway to anyone who might've been nearby. As the group turned reflexively to see what had happened, Yazuki took the opportunity to run. His feet flew, deftly tapping the cobbled ground as he burst out of the claustrophobic passageway-and very nearly collided with a pale elven woman who happened to be walking in that direction. His mind briefly registered the glint of a decorative mask that covered half of her face, but there wasn't time to dwell on it: he stumbled, twirling wildly as he attempted to regain his balance after having darted out of the way so abruptly. He could hear angry shouts in the alley behind him-it wouldn't be long before they emerged.\n\n\"Hey-\" Yazuki gasped, looking up at the woman with apologetic eyes. \"Any chance you could give me a hand? I need a way to lose those guys, but I don't know these streets well.\"" } ]	806	2,450
42.816	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "sleepd3prived", "message": "Near the great stone cathedrals of Elsir Vale, along its beach, a monster has been spotted. Last scene walking up and down the coast, moving with bizarre lurching motion, far too tall and with dead fish-like eyes. The people of Elsir Vale have slowly become paranoid of this \"Monster.\" Currently, it is near midnight, the sky speckled with white stars. Moonlight casting a ghostly glow across the beach. The creature is walking its usual route down the beach with strange steps." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "As the creature stumbles along it makes strange vocalizations. Chirps, clicks, and watery warbles.\n\nShe stops moving and quickly snaps her head to the direction of the noise. As she turns her body to face him she almost stumbles and falls over, but catches herself. As she catches sight of him she grins. The grin is far to wide. Literally ear to ear, exposing a maw of sharp yellow teeth. A series of guttural noises, warbles, chirps, and clicks emerge from her throat. Like a nightmarish mixture sea creatures crying out." }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Does nothing other then writing it down" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"Well I personally think this was a terrible idea. It smells like rotten fish around here and it's the middle of the night, how do you expect me to see anything? Honestly, who in their right mind comes out here to look for materials to craft with.\n\nWhat do you mean it was my idea? This stupid idea has 'goat' written all over it and you know it.\", he said in an accusatory manner. \n\nAlbright, a pale tall elf with long hair is sitting on the beach, carefully trying to sift through the damp sand in front of him. A disinterested, mangy looking goat sits nearby, looking the other way, pretending he doesn't know this crazy man.\n\n\"I can't believe you insisted we come out here at this time of night. I am very disappointed in you. This is the last time I listen to one of your lame-brained ideas\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "She tilts her head to the new pair of creatures, uttering another string of tortured marine sounds in their direction, this time followed by an excited wave of a claws hand." }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Still doesn't move and writes it down." }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Looking at the goat angrily. \"Is this another one of your so-called friends that you dragged me out here for?\" Pointing over his shoulder at Lo. \"Honestly, if you wanted some sort of elicit rendezvous, you could have just said so in the first place rather than dragging me along and making a mess of things. Well don't just stand there go say hello if you're going to.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "She looks confused before a look of realization washes over her. She clears and throat and trying out some sounds experimentally. These sounds are more recognizable. Vowels and consonants. All before, finally, she speaks a language you understand.\n\"Hhhhhhh\"\nAhem\n\"Hello?\"\nHer voice is thick with an unrecognizable accent." }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"Well that's highly unusual. Normally the creatures you meet with don't speak. Are you sure this is your date? \", he says to the goat" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "She look over confusedly at Albright.\n\"Hello? Who... Are you talk to?\"" }, { "author": "Adya", "message": "Their is movement along the treeline, quick and sudden, followed by a distant shout. Adya runs onto the sand, excited by the commotion. She stops and sinks her paws in when she finally gets a visual on the people she heard while wandering the forest.\n\n\"Adya, wait up!\" A distant voice calls out from the forest, as she had left Colton in the dust in her excitement to meet new friends" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"Me? Why the goat. Who else.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Her head turn to the new arrivals.\n\"Oh, so many people, am I popular?\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Writes everything down.\n\n\"If... You don't mind me asking. What are you?\" He simply asked the being.\n\n\"Well just... Unknown. So it might get you popular. Better not get hunt down by the way.\"\n\nHe thinks.\n\n\"So, what are you?\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Looks confused \"Well, popularity can be gained in many ways. How has your social calendar been lately? Many dates? Besides the goat of course. He doesn't really count\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "She tilt her head to the side. She flashes a large toothy grin\n\"I am a mermaid!\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "\"You're a-\" He was shocked but interested. \"Huh... That changes alot. Any specific reason you came above the water? Food?\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "He face practically lights up.\n\"Friends! I want friends! Are you my friend?\"" }, { "author": "Adya", "message": "Adya walks closer towards the group before lying down, resting her head on her front legs as if listening to the multiple conversations going on around her" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "She stumbles closer on clumsy mal-adjusted feet.\n\n\"It is... Lonely, back in my home. The Abyss. So I came up! So I can meet people! It has worked so well! Already so many people!\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"A mermaid?\"\nTaking a closer look. He then pulls out his own pad of paper to start jotting down some notes, despite the fact that it's midnight and pretty dark and he really can't see very well what he's writing on his pages. He continues writing nonetheless.\n\n\"Are you quite sure?\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale looks at Albright and approaches him. \"Hey. Why don't I copy my info onto your sheet? Spares some ink for you.\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Looks over at Kale. \"I suggest keeping your notes far away from the goat if you value them. Just friendly advice based on past experience\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "She nods her head vigorously\n\"The smart people called me an Abyssal Mermaid! That's because my home is the abyss.\"" }, { "author": "Adya", "message": "Adya gets up and she makes her way over towards the Mermaid. In some ways, they were a lot alike, both creatures that many of the townspeople had first feared. While Adya wasn't human, she could sense the fear in many of the villagers that her and Colton had come across.\n\nShe sat in front of the Mermaid and lowered her head, inviting her to pet her. Not only to calm her down, but also because Adya was never to turn down affection from the more intelligent life forms in their world" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Glances down at his paper that he really still can't see very well in the dark. \"Thanks. I think. I'll let you know when I eventually read them. I'm sure they are adequate. Likely better than mine if you can actually see what you are writing\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo, not knows what petting is, just sorta... Poke your face.\n\"Your skin is so strange...\"\nShe pinches your cheek.\n\"Very soft... And stretchy... You remind me of a Sunfish!\"" }, { "author": "Colton Farr", "message": "Colton finally makes it to the shoreline, where he immediately falls to his knees, panting as he tries to catch his breath after chasing after Adya through half of a mile of forest. \n\n\"Adya. .! The-There you are girl!\"\n\nColton rolls over onto his back and he lets out a sigh\n\n\"I'll be right there! I just need to... To catch my breath real quick. Oh god why do you have to run so fast. . . And so far. . .\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"I would doubt fur is very popular under the ocean. Except for seals and such.\" Eyeing the goat. \"Now don't go wandering off while I go speak with these folks\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Another person! So many! I should introduce myself!\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Speaking to the Mermaid \"I'm Albright by the way\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"My name is-\"\nLo makes several guttural warbling noises followed by three sharp clicks.\n\"But you may call me Lo Tide. Or just Lo!\"\n\n\"Most people struggle when speaking my language.\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"It is a pleasure to meet you Lo. I can honestly say I've never met one of your kind before. Is it common for them to come up on land or is this something fairly unique?\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"I think I'm very unique!\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale being in his thoughts Damn... That's a dude I'd settle for. Is that a-? He approached Colton. \"Hello there, is that a... Khemian?\" He asked with utter confusion.\n\nPointing to the wolf" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Muttering to himself \"Aren't we all my dear, aren't we all...\"\n\n\"So you came on land to make friends? Are you saying there aren't worthy candidates for friendship under the ocean? Or did you have a particular need for dry land friends?\"" }, { "author": "Colton Farr", "message": "Colton, hearing Kale looks up. He follows Kale's point over to Adya\n\n\"Maybe. .? I don't know her exact species but she's a wolf. .\"\nClearly Colton wasn't the brightest, but he tried his best.\n\n\"Wait what's a Khemian. .?\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"All my abyss friends are the same! They worry so much for survival, worry worry worry! I don't want to worry! I want to go places and have fun!\"\n\n\"That's why I'm learning to walk like a people!\"" }, { "author": "Adya", "message": "Adya lays in front of the mermaid while they conversed, clearly comfortable where she was on the nice cool sand." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo boops Adya's nose and giggles, a strange watery sound." }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "He pauses for a second as he kneels down next to the wolf. Still having his brothers wolf sent on him he reached out to pet the wolf. \"I am a khemian, but me and my brother are royals. So it might be diffrent. We're considered animal-human species, Ah I remember now. You guys have standard animals aswell? Hmm. I've been on earth long enough to know about it a little. I appreciate you taking a little care of her though I'd like to interact with her ti learn more about us both if you woudn't mind.\" He asked hoping he could spend more time with Colton aswell instantly having a crush." }, { "author": "Colton Farr", "message": "Colton gets up and makes his way over towards the group. Adya once again accepts the affection that Kale gives her without hesitation, lowering her head for him.\n\n\"Yeah, she's just a wolf. She doesn't speak, but she's pretty friendly. I've known her since she was a pup. . Poor girl, some hunters had come through. Took out her parents. I found her hiding in a cave and took her in, and we've been best friends ever since\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"Well then Lo, if you've made friends with everyone under the ocean, then I would definitely say you're fairly popular.\" He stands up, brushing himself off and putting away his pad that he can't really see anyway." }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "\"Brave...\" He answered followed up by a question. \"Would you mind me going with you for a couple of days? I'm working on a study and... This could help massively\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "She looks confused\n\"Everyone in the ocean? That's impossible, silly! Mother Ocean is impossibly vast, to attempt to befriend every creature within her bounds would be an exercise in futility!\"" }, { "author": "Colton Farr", "message": "Sure! I don't mind! And I'm sure Adya wouldn't either. I just want to let you know though, we don't really travel anywhere specifically. We just kinda travel and explore without any real destinations. But I mean if you have anywhere you need to be we wouldn't mind accompanying you\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"So then why seek friends up here if there are still so many to make below?\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "\"Thank you both very much\" He bows slightly as hsi attention tunrs to the rest again." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Because I'm tired of being down there! It's all darkness, and teeth and danger, and panic, and strategy! I want to expand my horizons!\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"Ah. So you are looking for new kinds of teeth, danger, panic and strategy on dry land. Well there is plenty of that to go around up here\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"At least it isn't as dark up here!\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "\"Albright. Stop scaring the poor thing\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Scared? I am not scared. I'm never scared.\"\nShe flashes a too-wide grin at Kale." }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "\"You seem worried though\" He said in a smart-caring kinda way." }, { "author": "Colton Farr", "message": "Colton walks over towards the rest of the group and he takes a seat by Adya. He runs his hand lightly through the fur on her back, petting her gently while he listens in on the conversation\n\n\"So I didn't hear much, but you said you came here to make new friends right? That's pretty much all Adya and I do. Well, except for the fact that we can't swim. .\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"The only thing that scares me is- (She makes a slow hissing clicking sound.) i... Do not know what you call it.\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "He laughed a little. \"I'll learn it to ya\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"You have a name for it yes?\"\n\n\"The... Dancing heat.\"\n\n\"No. That doesn't sound familiar...\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Looking offended \"I'm not trying to scare anyone, I'm being realistic. Would you have me lie to her and tell her it's all flowers without thorns up here? There are dangers no matter where you go in this world, whether it be the darkest depths of the ocean or the tallest peaks of the mountain and everywhere else in between. Yes, some places are more dangerous than others, but no place is truly safe and it is best to be forewarned. I would feel it would be negligent to do otherwise.\"" }, { "author": "Colton Farr", "message": "Colton laughs, realizing his mistake.\n\n\"Well yeah, just not to that extent where we can be underwater for long periods of time, or at least long enough to interact with sea life . .\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "\"Ohhhh so you guys can swim? Just not dive... Got it\" He nods in agreement.\n\n\"Just sayin' Albright.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Shes starting to grow a little frustrated.\n\"I have seen groups of people gather around it before at the beach! They pile up sticks before summoning it! They suspend meats above it!\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "\"That's called cooking\"\n\n\"Some of us cannot eat raw meat\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "She groans loudly\n\n\"That is not what I refer too!\"\n\n\"The dancing red thing itself is what I refer too! I do not know it's name.\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"I think she is referring to fire, which of course is needed to cook. I like that idea of suspending meat above it though. It's been a while since I have been to a cookout like that. Especially at the beach. Ah the memories...\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Yes! Flame! Fire! That is what I am refer too!\"\n\n\"That is the only thing that scares me.\"" }, { "author": "Colton Farr", "message": "Colton smiles as he thinks back on a fun memory\n\n\"A cookout? I haven't been to one of those since I was little..\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale smiles slighty as he openes up his paw and a blue flame rises upon it. \"Fire is not always red\" He says. \"It can even be white.\" He turns it into a white flame and then a green one. \"So... Nothing to be scared of\" He closes his hand as the firey balls dissapeared and his eyes returned to the normal colour again." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "The moment she sees the fire she hisses loudly, a sound resonating deep in her throat. She throws out her limbs to make herself look larger, exposing razor sharp teeth.\n\n\"PUT AWAY! Put away! Put fire away!\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"Ironically, attacking a fire likely will not yield the outcome you desire in this case Lo. Just warning you. You likely don't want to touch it.\"" }, { "author": "Colton Farr", "message": "Seeing this, Adya quickly gets up, startled by the sudden shift in personality. She runs behind Colton and sits behind him.\n\n\"Really? You big baby you're bigger than me. .!\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale seems interrested" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Put the fire away! I do not want to see it!\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Lo it is gone already. Would you mind telling me why you're scared of it?\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Is it? Oh. It's already gone.\"\nShe clears her throat (and her composition)\n\"Good.\"" }, { "author": "Colton Farr", "message": "\"I don't blame her. I know what fire is and I'm STILL scared of what it can do . .\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Fire is dangerous to the Abyssal folk! We burn very easily! We are very... Burnable!\"\n\n\"The mucus we cover ourselves in to make us slippery can burn very easy! That would hurt us!\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale nods, though surprised everyone is kinda scared of it." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Please. Do not make fire again near me. It is... Not pleasant.\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "\"I'd like to show you that it can be harmless, but I won't do that if you're not ready for it.\"" }, { "author": "Adya", "message": "Adya, seeing that Lo is no longer angry walks up to her once again before lying at her feet, although now she's a little bit more attentive to her surroundings than before" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Oh. Hello little creature. I'm sorry for scaring you.\"\nShe pets it carefully." }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale pays close attention." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Stop it with the staring. It is making me feel weird.\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"Kale. It's not polite to stare. Didn't they teach you that?\"" }, { "author": "Colton Farr", "message": "\"Well, I'm sure he wasn't meaning to scare you with the fire, but just know it's pretty common up here. We use it to make food and to forge things with, among other things. Some groups use it in battle but from what I can tell that's quite rare..\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Now kale is annoyed. Growling softly and sloghtly showing his canines. \"Behave.\" He answered very annoyed.\n\nBreathing once he asnwered Lo \"Yes. That's why you shopuld not be afraid of it.\"" }, { "author": "Colton Farr", "message": "\"Yes, but nobody is going to run at you with fire. We just use it for more practical means...\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"I believe that may be... Bearable. So long as someone does not summon it in my face.\"\nShe shoots a sidelong glance at Kale." }, { "author": "Colton Farr", "message": "\"I don't think he meant to harm you with it. I just think he was trying to show you\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Mmmm... Yes I know that. But my instincts scream at me when I see it so close.\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"For those who can't see in the dark, it is pretty common to carry around a flaming stick, usually called a torch, to help them see at night. During the day it's not as likely to be seen though\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"...You can't see in the dark?\"\nShe tilts her head, as if this bizarre." }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale decides to take a little distance from the group and stand with his paws in the water looking at the moon with his hands in his pockets smiling. \"Hm\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"Some can, some can't, some can see somewhat, mainly in grey colors, while others can see based on other senses like vibration. However there are a lot that need the extra light of fire at night. Not just for cooking\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"How strange... Down in the abyss everyone can see perfectly in the dark. But, I suppose that it's necessary if you want to survive.\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale held up his hands and opened them infornt of him. A orange fire appeared cracking a little while it was burnning." }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"Interesting. I had read about deep sea creatures that could generate their own light to use as a sort of lure for others that could be fooled into drawing too close.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "An involuntary hiss rises in her throat but she quells it.\n\"I told you to warn me before doing that.\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "\"I'm standing far away enough. Come take a look.\" He smiles looking at the cracking little ball. It was as big as his hand palm." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "She stiffens and stand up straight, but she complies. She comes within arms reach of the fire. She doesn't look thrilled about it." }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale says in a calm tone: \"Do not come too close to it, but yes it is.\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Casually observes the two, while sitting back down and sorting through sand again" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "She looks at it for a moment before reaching a hand out. There's a quiet \"Slosh\" And the fire is put out by a ball of water summoned by Lo.\n\"Fire can be drowned. Small comfort.\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale standing there with wet hands looks up to Lo and smiles \"If it gets to scary for you you could do that\" He nods.\n\nThen makes a new fireball and trhows it up in the air where it stays. \"ESHOWD\" Kale says as it begins to duplicate untill reached a cirkel of fire. \"It can also be beutyfull\" He says as the thing begins to trun slowly untill becomming one again. Then dissapearing with a firework effect but then silent. \"I call it fireworks. Simple good looking shows made with fire.\" He says happily as he Sits down still with his paws in the water now looking to the glancetering moon again loving the view. \n\n\"Hmmm... Looks great doesn't it\"\\" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"It is a... Spectacle. But it is quite brief, no? Perhaps one day I will show you the Abyssal Reefs. Their beauty is not fleeting.\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "\"I'll work on a underwater breathing spell.\" He nods" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "She gives you a too-wide shark tooth grin.\n\"I'll hold you too it!\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "\"Don't take it as an offence but your smile is really scary sometimes\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"I'll take it as a compliment! My smile is able to incite powerful emotion! I just need to work on the specific emotion that it inspires and I'll have it down!\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"That would truly make it a powerful skill if you could choose the emotion it evokes.\" Shudders \"On second thought, that sounds like a terrible idea. I bet the goat came up with that\" Looking at the goat suspiciously" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Does the goat speak to you?\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Looking at Lo as if she just grew a second head \"What? Why on earth would the goat speak? It's not like it has anything useful to say to begin with. It always comes up with the worst ideas. Even if it could talk we'd spend all of our time simply trying to ignore it. Honestly it's a blessing that it can't.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Then why do you talk to it like that?\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"Why do I talk to it? How else am I supposed to keep it in line? It's not like I have telepathy. Vocalizing sounds such that it can hear me is really the only way I can command it around. Really, do you suggest I use smoke signals or something?\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "She slow blinks at you.\n\"Why don't you speak to it in its language? When I speak the Abyssal Tongue all the fish stop and listen to me.\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"I don't believe goats have a tongue. I mean, obviously they have a tongue or else they couldn't taste things, or lick things, I've seen it do really odd things with that tongue it has, trust me you don't want to know. Why do you have such a sudden interest in the tongue of this goat? Do you have something nefarious in mind? After all, I might be interested.\" He goes back to eyeing the goat suspiciously who is still facing in the opposite direction, ignoring the fact that it's being talked about, as well as everything else going on tonight." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "No, not a literal tongue, silly! I mean it's language!\nLo begins speaking Abyssal again. Warbling, guttural sounds accented by dolphin like clicks and chirps, all capped off by a whale like tone.\n\n\"That's my home language!\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Listens with no clue what is being said, \"I'm sure it sounds much better underwater. It probably smooths out all of the sounds, most likely musical to the ears. However on dry land it doesn't translate quite as well. If you're trying to make friends it would probably be best to stick to common and get lots of practice with it.\"\n\n\"Speaking of which, do you have any other plans aside from just wandering the country meeting people and making friends, hopefully avoiding a painful death?\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Nope!\"\nShe says cheerfully. \n\"Should I have more plans?\"\n\n\"I can't stay above water for too long, I'll dehydrate. I need to be submerged at least once every quarter day.\"\n\n\"But aside from that I plan on wandering around!\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"First off, you should know there's a really large ball of fire that hangs in the sky during the day. So you should definitely be prepared for that and you might want to try wandering around during the day a bit just to see how it might impact you. Secondly, you should consider getting a map so that you can plan your wandering in such a way that it keeps you close enough to have easy access to the water. Speaking of which, the oceans are salt water but a lot of water on dry land is actually considered fresh water. Can you survive equally well in either?\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Oh The Sun? I know what the sun is silly! The Sun is Father Sky's left eye! It's always there. Unless it's night. Then the moon is out! And the moon is Father Sky's right eye. And yes! I can live in fresh water just fine...\"\n\n\n\"I do need a map though...\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Starts mumbling \"Well, technically they are still there whether you see them or not, but those are kind of large concepts for most folks...\"\n\n\"So the sun doesn't bother you but a handful of flames does?\" Shrugging \"I haven't had a chance to procure one for myself yet either but they probably can be purchased in the nearby port city. In fact, those maps probably focus more on the coast since they are most likely to be bought and used by sailors.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"The sun is very far away! His flames do not hurt me like fire does. And I'll be sure to go buy a map now! Thank you!\"\n\nWithout so much as another word, Lo strides over to the city. The sun is just beginning to rise, casting soft pink light over the clouds. Now it's Lo's time... Time for adventure!\n\n\nShe has no idea what she's getting into." }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "\"You are welcome Lo. Good luck!\"\nMore softly \"You will need it...\"" } ]	33	5,352
573.8	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Kaly", "message": "A cool, summer breeze blew through Kaly's fiery red hair as her lithe footsteps treaded the cobblestone streets. Light Pitters And Patters Followed her movements. Miles and miles of road lay ahead and behind her. A smattering of street signs pointed to anything your heart desired in this place of devout worship. Elongated shadows and warm light cluttered the spaces around each home and church, spilling outwards as if little demons trying to grab at her feet. As if attempting to escape their little hands, she danced and twirled, hopping from one light space to the next. Another breeze blew through the alleyway. Kaly, unfurling her hair and shaking it out, outstretched her arms and allowed the wind to pass through her. A small shiver ran down her spine. \n\nThe luminescence of the moonlight showered her body and the town in an almost day-like light. Dark, billowy clouds crossed its face while small pockets of white orbs in various sizes poked through to say their hellos. Stopping at a crossroads, she gazed upwards in the sky and closed her eyes. Basking in the moonlight, her excitement for a night out on the town seeped through her skin as if moisture. Dripping in it, she opened her sparkling emerald eyes and beamed. Taking a step and then another one until she was swaying and twirling once more, she embarked once more on her journey. Though silence had encapsulated the city of worshippers, she continued her rhythmic frolicking. She paid no mind to the confused and disgusted faces on the passing strangers until she ran into a robed priest. Asking for penance, she bowed apologetically to the minister and averted her sight to the ground. With a huff, he passed by. Prior to looking up, a saccharine smirk spread on her face. She bounced along the edges of the street, snaking her way toward an unknown destination.\n\nComing across a massive church-like structure, she paused in front of it. There stood a giant floating orb of whites and blues in a metal cage. The light, intermingled with the oranges and yellows bursting from the church's egresses, transformed into small spiked tendrils that coiled around Kaly's small frame. Her own evergreen-tinted energy escaped her ends and merged with the tendrils. Thanking whatever gods and goddess were present with her, she slowly turned and played with the energies. Echoes of footsteps ricocheted off the entryway of the church and broke whatever spell Kaly fell under. The orb was nestled neatly in its cage and her energies were back inside her. Was it all a dream? Is this a premonition of what is to come? The thought excited Kaly! Rotating, she crossed the wide open area and strolled down a side street. A cacophony of shouting, singing, and musical instruments increased with every step she took.\n\nReaching the origins of the tumultuous commotion, her eyes sparkled again. A tavern! The brick and wood building had ivy crawling up its front. Hanging above the oak and iron door, the sign read \"Heaven's Gateway.\" Interesting, she thought. The chaos bubbling from within sounded more like Hell than Heaven to the small halfling. Reaching for the door handle, she twisted it. Upon opening the door, she was blown back by the sheer force of the noise that had been bottled up since the last patron. She heaved herself forward and stumbled into the tavern. The door closing behind her with a BANG! The crowd swallowed poor Kaly and jostled her. Feeling the anxiety build within her, she elbowed her way back towards the door. She found a small pocket right beside the door that allowed her to reach for the doorhandle and take a breath. She opened it forcefully and fell face first out of it. Fortunately, she was caught by a soft landing. This soft landing, however, had eyes, a face, and a body. By the gods, I'm on a PERSON!" }, { "author": "Arwen", "message": "_Dawn_\n\n\n\n\n\n\nWhen the suns light had not yet graced its touch across the once light kissed knolls of the fields, that was the time that the woman thrived. A light fog hung freely around the marshly, damp soil that smell keenly of pertricore and sweet-floral notes that wafted and flowed throughout the mornings air gently so. Said haze danced and swayed as the light footsteps _crunching_ against the assortment of marigold, maroon, and sanguine leaves that had left their once high homes for that of the earth., as the shadow of a woman continued further up the path itself. Little vines and mosses who had claimed their homes along the barks of fir and oak trees were cozily observing the figure in passing, their leaves glimmering ever so slightly as if a light radiated from the girl. Moonlight would be dizzly swapped for that of a beautiful light that would come to reach across the peaks of the lowest parts of the valley after it had touched and painted that of the mountain tops that were fresh with the nights snowfall. A spectacle that was a blessing in of itself would make itself known and present as eyes that made that of the Gods jealous gave a moments glance towards the sunrise that had been created in front of herself which caused the smallest of smiles to tug at velveteen, glossy lips that appeared to have been stained with the finest of rosebuds. Long strands of pearlescent hair would come to be illuminated in the sunlight that was breaking through the canopy of the trees that kept the figure safe as bare feet meet with their natural home time and time again, carry her forth with little issue. There would be a slight breeze that would come rolling in peacefully off of the hills and bellowing ranges, deep throughout the forest which caused a chilled breath to meet wildfire lungs that demanded the air immediately. There would be a gate that met along with a wooden fenceline not too far ahead of the woman that was perched inside of a field of golden wheat and i\n\nNside of those fences was that of cattle that needed to be herded inside. The she-elf would grab ahold fo the gate before a soft voice came rolling past her rosey lips and into the prancing air that swooned and moved around her gleefully so. Strands of alabaster hair would dance in the wind as she began to sway and step with the ancient herding call that was being let out into the world, \".._Ostrai, Alonis... Interim drim.._\" (Gods, Goddess of World.. Guide me..) A sharp breath before the next verse was sweetfulyl sang like nectar coming from the finest of blossoms and fruit of the summer months, \".._Limar osti rema wensit ovalar.._\" (Guide them safely to me..) The sound of cattle mooing and calling back would make a smile come to grace her lips as dimpled cheeks of peony were shown off to the world. Distant ringing of metal and iron bells on the dairy cows could be heard clinking and clanking their tunes as the sight of tens of cattle passing over the top of the nearest hill met her crystalline eyes pleasantly, \".._Ostrai, Alonis.._\" (Gods, Goddess..) She would chant and hum to like honey flowing from her burning lungs and into the misty mornings air as the cows mooed back, now most of them awaited to be let into the next field by the gate Arwen was holding onto. The female elf would carefully prop the gate open to allow the cattle to flow inside, soon finishing her song of ages past.\n\n...\n\nA little while later, the elf found herself seated inside the likes of a tavern with a small cup of hot tea within her grasp. Her long strands of white hair had been long tied back into an intricate elvish braid that waterfalled down to the small of her back, over the fine fabrics that she was adorned in that evening. Sanguine light would paint alabaster features in delicious warmth as a small hum came bubbling past her lips up noting how crowded the inn had become with a slight shake to her head. _Far too crowed for ehrself._ So, she would use the bottoms of her peony palms to push herself to stand up, headinging for the door until she was ran into and sent tumbling to the wooden floor which made her wince a bit, \".._Ostrai.._\" (Gods) Arwen would blink several times over, crystalline eyes boring into that of the woman who was now promptly on top of herself." }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "A pair of two purple eyes stared back into her own emerald ones. Though, purple wouldn't even begin to describe the hue of these wonderful orbs. It was as if two supernovas had collided into one another deep in the heart of the galaxies, stardust showering every surface. She felt her breath catch in her throat at the sheer devastating beauty of the person she fell on. Her brain finally catching up to her body, she turned a deep crimson and began stuttering. \n\n\"O-Oh, p-p-please forg-g-give me!! I did not mean to... Well to land on you.\" She had propped herself up on her hands, overlooking the splendid stranger. Stumbling over her limbs, she quickly got up and brushed herself off. Offering not only a hand, she also offered penance for the intrusive meet-cute. \"Please let me make this up to you. I'm sure there is a quieter tavern tucked back somewhere. Let's find it and have a drink, shall we?\" Mustering the most innocent and adorable look, she gazed upon the person-turned-comet who had now torn through her darkened skies. She lit them up like a conflagration in the plagued woods that was her heart. As she waited with bated breath, her mouth dried out making swallowing difficult." }, { "author": "Arwen", "message": "_Hn.._\n\n\n\n\n\nAs she was sent flying to the ground that was outside the tavern, the woman would come to find herself laying flat on her back - vibrant and other worldly orbs staring at the person who had done the deed. A darkening brow would come to loft upwards as the light of the torches would come to glint and glimmer the golden etchings of the half-mask that hid away one side of the selfs face, keeping whatever secrets that were behind it - hidden. Long strands of pearl hair would come to be brushed idly behind one of her peony, pointed ears as it twitched ever so slightly upon hearing the stranger speaking which hit her ears soon enough. Arwen would come to tilt her head to the side, her own elbows were scraped but barely bleeding if at all so, she would merely use the bottoms of her porcelain palms to usher herself to stand upright once again. The white fabric of her dress flowed and swayed as she did, a hum coming to bubble in the depths of her fiery chest. And when a voice did come out past those pretty lips, it was ethereal and light, \".._It is quite alright.._\" She would speak towards the red haired woman with a tiny frown coming to tug at either side of her mouth to show off those dimpled cheeks of hers, \".._No harm was done, Effrin._\" (Human) Goosebumps prickled at the tops of her pale arms as she snickered under her warm breath, \".._A drink? With an elf?.. Haven't you heard the tales about Effrin's losing their minds when spending too much time around my kin?.._\" \n\nAgain, Arwen would chuckle lightly - a bit of color rising to those alabaster cheeks which made her practically gleam with a lightness that couldn't be matched - no, not by humans nor' even the elves, \".._If that does not scare you, Effrin... Then please, lead the way.._\" It was as if her voice came from the earth and was carried on the gentlest of breezes." }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Lost in the ethereal sound of Arwen's voice, she became dazed. The tone of her voice washed over her like the gentle waves of a calm sea. Floating in her sounds, she closed her eyes and swayed as if being tossed by her ripples. Reality caught up with her yet again and pulled her out with a tug on her lifejacket.\n\n\"Effrin...\" Kaly scratched the back of her head in confusion at this new word then learned the context of the word as she listened further. \"Oh, I'm guessing you mean human. Well, I don't know about human's losing their minds when spending too much time with your Kin, but it wouldn't matter to much for me. I'm not human. I am half-nymph and half-dwarf. And if I lost my mind tonight... With you... Then I don't think it'd be such a bad thing.\" She grew crimson once more at her sentiments spoken so confidently. Desperate to change topics, her eyes darted around Arwen and caught sight of a cozy little bookstore and coffee shop duo. \n\nWithout hesitation, she pointed to the shop and took Arwen's hand. She led the pair across the opening and into the store. Though on the outside, it looked a bit run down. The inside was a giant maze of books and shelves. Old, new, thick, thin, magical-looking and textbooks, there was a smattering of tables hidden within the aisles of books. There was a small counter and desk in the back of the shop. It had a small coffee maker and an assortment of baked good. Kaly brought Arwen to the counter. \"Please get whatever you want! It's on me!\"" } ]	430	2,869
450.777778	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "_dog0607", "message": "One would think that the Brinewater inn would typically be following it's typically quiet nature, especially at this time of night- what with the crisp mountain weather from the east starting to seep into the air, and forming a veil of frost over the poorly cut grass. Though in this case, one would happen to be very, very wrong.\n\nHeidi covered her ears as the incessant noise coming from the bards never seemed to cease, and the rowdy stomping of joyous dancing could be felt in her bones. The city declared the coming of winter to be a celebration, and It would appear that of all things, she was god awful at timing her trips into town. Admittedly though, even the blandly colored papers and festive decorations couldn't turn her away. In truth she was only here to get drunk, and now her escape from this terrible curse of life was desecrated in the most inhumane way possible.\n\n\"Stop it, stop it, stop it...\" She grumbled, pressing her thumbs firmly against her temples and covering her face with her palms as the bards began to die down, and the people crowding around them stopped their dancing, letting out rambunctious whoops and clapping to their heart's content. As if her splitting headache wasn't enough, it appeared that the bards had found a tune fitting to her misery. While her clearly aggravated expression could no longer be read, she was mere seconds away from turning the night into nothing but a scary tale for children who behaved poorly.\n\nHaving felt her stress, the older man behind the bar approached her, albeit cautiously, and set down another mug full of a light brown liquid. \"On the house, to keep your hands away from that... Thing.\" The gruff voice had caught her attention, causing her soft blue eye to peek out from between her sliced up fingers, leaving her to stare at the man with an unspoken gratefulness. While she was confused at first, she came to the conclusion that he could only be talking about the crude weapon which loosely hung from her back. In this case, she would rather grab the mug than it's rotting, splintered handle.\n\nShuffling closer to the bar, Heidi did her best to stay as far from the bard's corner as she could get, unaware that the sound bouncing off of the walls wouldn't let her run from the noise. How horrible. Dropping her hands from her face she would cast a long glance over the people which filled the space, noticing how they also tried to stay away from her. While this never bothered her, her eyes would pause between individuals to meet their disgusted eyes, though they would only look to the ground when their eyes locked. This, bothered her a great deal. It was the same pejorative look everybody gave her, the same look which only caused her blood to boil... More than it usually is. She was given this same look when she was younger, scrounging the streets in Jeskan to find something to eat. The look of someone who thinks nothing of you simply because they're better off. Averting her gaze and gripping the mug, she would take a long drink of the bitter brown liquid, trying to soothe her nerves to avoid from acting out." }, { "author": "Atlas", "message": "Atlas pressed his shoulder against the door to the inn- Brinestone, as the sign above the door announced it. The golden light spilling out of the windows along with the choruses of laughter, conversation, and music, promised the interior would be a cozy and welcoming place. Stepping inside and nudging the door closed behind him, Atlas shrugged out of his cloak, being careful not to jostle the oilskin bag at his side. The cloak was still damp from a rainstorm that passed through a day before, and he was grateful for the chance to properly dry off by a roasting fire. \n\nThe music within was lively, accompanied by a round of applause and cheers as the bards finished with a flourish and bowed to the semi crowded room. As Atlas expected, the place was well lit, and the smell of cooked food set his mouth to watering. Weeks on the road suddenly made him more homesick than ever, and the promise of a crisp ale and a soft bed- ah, he would pay a kingdom for that. \n\nA quick conversation with the barkeep had Atlas acquiring the meal special for that evening, and then he was taking up residence at a table nearer the fireplace but not so close to the band of musicians and the bulk of the evening's crowd. Atlas sighed and leaned back in the chair, taking a moment to glance around at the other patrons of the Inn. \n\nAside from the usual crowd he had expected to find, and the group of musicians, Atlas found his attention drifting toward a young woman sitting by herself nearer to the shadowed corner than most others. Perhaps she was not young- though Atlas himself had seen many a person come and go in his years, but he doubted he had ever seen anyone quite like her. She kept her head down, wrappings around her arms looking almost... Like bandages? \n\nHe kept his study of her discreet, even as a bowl of hot food and a mug of drink was placed before him." }, { "author": "Seth", "message": "\"That... Thing.\" Blue fox ears twitch at the sound of the unknown. From a table behind a column, semi-adjacent to the bar, Seth perks up after a respite from his trek to the inn. He looks around for anything, or anyone, not present a couple of hours ago. At a glance, a handful of people are different, including Atlas and Heidi. Seth notices the subtle glances Atlas was making towards Heidi as well as seeing the bartender walk away from her. On her back, he spots the unknown \"Thing.\"\n\nFocusing solely on Heidi's weapon, Seth tries to inspect it from afar. He is having a hard time getting a good look because of all the fidgeting Heidi seems to be doing. Wondering why, he gives her a once-over and notices the head rubbings and tensing at the music. Seth picked his table behind the column precisely to protect his ears, \"But perhaps that lady needs it more,\" He thinks. Not wanting to yell to talk to someone already having a headache, Seth writes a note: \n\n```Miss,\n\n I asked the bartender to bring you this note and an ale. I have a table beside the bar, on the other side of that column. I noticed you might like a reprieve from the music and singing, and the column helps block the sound for my ears well enough. I wouldn't mind sharing the table, so come on over if you please!\n \nRegards,\nSeth Icebow\nBlue Fox Guy\n\nP.S. Do you know that well groomed dwarf near you? Curiously, he keeps looking at you with interest, not disdain.```\n\nAt the bar, Seth orders a mug of ale and asks the barkeep to deliver both to Heidi (\"The lady with the interesting cleaver on her back\" He says). Going back to his table, he waits, looking in Heidi direction, in hopes to catch her eye and wave her over." }, { "author": "_dog0607", "message": "It didn't take long before Heidi had finished her drink, grimacing as the bitter taste lingered on her tongue. After setting the mug down, her pale hands reached up to her neck, pulling the worn leather hood from her torn cloak over her head. She couldn't explain it, but she could feel a pair of eyes on her. In a moment of panic, she subtly looked back towards the crowd- though it seemed that the people she was here for were as oblivious as ever, continuing to mingle and speak amongst themselves... But then, who was staring at her?\n\nThe sound of a mug being set down against the hard wood counter made her jump, quickly turning her head to face forwards while her hand shot down towards her hip, and onto the poorly made leather sheathe which hung from her belt. Of course it was just the bartender, but he couldn't help but jump back at her erratic movements, in turn causing half the inn to quiet down and turn their attention towards her. Sneers and looks of suspicion briefly washed over the crowd, but they were rather short lived as the bards seemed to drag the attention back towards themselves. She was lucky this time.\n\n\"Sorry.\" She broke the awkward silence, bringing her hand back up to the counter to keep it in view, and maybe calm the poor tender's nerves. While he didn't say anything, he did nod towards the mug, which had been placed atop a letter. Well, at least he was telling her to leave politely. Sighing and pushing the mug aside, Heidi kept her head down as her fingers scraped against the counter, struggling to pick up the letter- how embarrassing, at least for her. Only a few moments of trying later, she would pin down the letter with her right hand, using her other hand to open the letter so she could peer over the counter and read.\n\nNaturally after reading the letter, she would look over her shoulder towards the corner, just barely spotting the 'blue fox guy'. The last thing she wanted to do was socialize, but after locking eyes with one of her targets, she knew she had to move. With a barely audible groan, Heidi grabbed the mug and stood, turning and limping over to the table with her head down. She approached cautiously, taking a moment to stare at his ears before taking a seat as far from him as she could get. Heidi had no interest in small talk, rather keeping her attention on the group of religious-looking individuals across the room." }, { "author": "Atlas", "message": "The young woman- yes he was certain she was young now- appeared as startled as a newborn colt. No doubt the noise. Atlas split his attention between her and the meal before him, fingers itching for the small notebook and charcoal pencil tucked in his pocket. \n\nWhen the hush fell across the room, he did not have to look to know she was the source. Hooded as she was, it did little to stop the ripple of unease that passed through the room- barely distracted by the presence of bards. Curious, Atlas noticed the scrap of paper in her hand, peeled from the bottom of a fresh mug of ale. Perhaps she had an associate mixed in among the other patrons. Or he was witnessing a secret rendezvous! \n\nCareful to keep his voice down to the lowest of whispers, Atlas shook his head. \"Now, now,\" He muttered, chuckling. \"You've had too much excitement for one lifetime. And not enough as of late.\" \n\nThough he had seen powerful games move in humbler places than this, there was little point in imagining a daring intrigue happening here. Atlas glanced at the young woman once more and then turned back to his dinner. \n\nNot a moment later he heard the scrape of a stool, and the woman passed him by almost close enough to touch. Atlas eyed the wooden handles of her weapons, one at her back and the other by her side. This close, he noted the shape of the cleaver, the pale condition of her skin beneath the wrappings on her arms. \n\n\"A Revenant,\" He breathed, pushing aside the plate and mug to flip open the small notebook. The charcoal nearly snapped in his hand, notes filling the page as quickly as he could write, though not fast enough. Atlas leaned back to see around the pillar blocking view of her trajectory, and his heart did a flip. Not only a Revenant, but a Kitsune as well! He grinned despite himself and beckoned the bartender over in order to settle his bill." }, { "author": "Seth", "message": "Watching Heidi come over, Seth took in what curiosities he could: her limp. \"For one seemingly around my age,\" He thought, \"Perhaps a bone healed wrong! I wonder if my water could fix it...\" He writes another note:\n\n```I have Fae water magic and can heal or restore the body with it. Want me to try with your limp?``` \n\nAs she sits down, Seth waves hi and looks back towards the bards. Comparing their and Heidi's positions, Seth attempts to sit directly in the path. As a sanity check, he looks one more time and instead sees Atlas glance and smile in his direction. Seth waves at him.\n\nForgetting about giving Heidi the note in front of him, Seth instead tries to mouth and sign her the question, \"Do you know that man?\" Seth points at Atlas." }, { "author": "_dog0607", "message": "After plopping down in the seat, Heidi made a rather obvious attempt to ignore Seth, keeping her eyes planted on what little she could see of the group. It was clear she was focused on something, and this left a little hint that her intentions were more sinister than coming to just 'grab a drink' and 'enjoy the music'. Only when Seth had started to wave and point would she even think of shifting her attention, briefly glancing over at the dwarf who had taken a seat by her earlier. In the moment she had thought nothing of it, but now that she had been forced to socialize, she truly believed this would just be Sihirisium all over again.\n\n\"No. I don't.\" Heidi rasped, keeping her voice on the edge of audible and indecipherable, which was a habit she couldn't break, not even after death. Besides, small talk is overrated and unprofessional. Taking the note from before, she would begin to roll it between her hands before using one hand to weakly squeeze and crush it into a tighter ball. Occasionally her knuckles would pop, gradually and one after another breaking the brief silence at the table. While this provided short relief from the aching pain in her hands, her scrunched nose and brows would act as a sign that the aches returned stronger than before.\n\n\"Stay quiet. I'm not here for you.\" She hissed, only taking one brief glance towards Seth. Despite the translucent film over her eyes, the anger seeped through all the same. The unnerving stare was followed by one final squeeze of the paper ball, which was accompanied by a slightly sickening crack in her hand, one painful enough to make her drop the ball, but not enough to make her flinch. Reacting only with a grimace, Heidi repeatedly stretched her fingers out then clenched her fist, simply making sure it still worked before hiding the hand under the table. The last thing she wanted was to be berated with a plethora of questions, which Seth certainly looked like the type to do so." }, { "author": "area513487", "message": "Atlas caught the flurry of motion- a wave, definitely directed at him, and then followed seconds later by a pointed gesture. The room itself was too noisy to make out what was exactly said, but he hadn't spent nearly a decade in the service of Cassidia merely as a pretty face. \n\nTucking away his notebook and pencil back in his vest pocket and gathering cloak and bag, Atlas left the table to move closer to the pair now seated together. The woman had her back slightly toward him, hood drawn up and one hand clenched so painfully tight, he wondered if there were jolts of pain going through her limb currently. It wasn't until he was within earshot that he heard her hissed whisper.\n\n\"I'm not here for you.\"\n\nAh, so this was some sort of impromptu meeting instead of a rendezvous, contrary to what he had surmised. Given her hunched shoulders and the flexing of one hand, even if hidden beneath the table, Atlas did not think it wise to approach either of them, curiosity be damned. He shifted his trajectory to head to the stairs leading up to the rooms available, catching the attention of the closest barkeep. Atlas glanced at the seated pair, taking note of the woman's visage as best he could within the shadows of her cloak, and then to the Kitsune- making particular note of the ears and tail to sketch later. Atlas had never seen a true Kitsune, and to have the chance now! It was a crime not to at least make a note of it. Perhaps he could have the luck to find the young man later and ask a few questions. \n\nIn passing them by, Atlas hesitated when he saw another figure immediately catching his full attention. The man sat in the far back of the tavern, and had likely been there longer than he and the two individuals of interest. Hood drawn, the man was bent forward with both arms resting on the table, crossed. Atlas could see nothing of his gaze, but a chill ran down his spine regardless. \n\nThis man was here for him." }, { "author": "Seth", "message": "Acquiescing to Heidi's demand, Seth refrains from asking the many questions plaguing his mind. He could clearly hear the noises she made as she squeezed his first note into a ball, making his ears twitch with every pop and crack. While Seth was used to hearing most of those noises from the crafters back home, the last crack catches his attention.\n\n\"Wha-,\" Seth starts to articulate, stopping himself remembering he is to be quiet. Replaying the sound in his hand over and over, it reminds Seth of the first time he faced a bear in the forest. Reminiscing in the fight, Seth closes his eyes, acting out how the fight went, leading to a mishap. Rubbing one of his arms at the memory, an unexpected breeze goes by as Atlas walks past them.\n\n\"Why was that dwarf looking at this woman in the first place?\" He thinks. \"She doesn't seem to know him, and he didn't stop at our table, hmm...\" More questions fill his mind at the infinite possibilities. \"Maybe she's a long lost friend, or reminds him of someone. Maybe he fancies her!\" With his mind wandering, he starts playing with his now-empty mug.\n\nEncircling the rim with his finger, Seth remembers he hasn't drank anything since dozing off earlier. With one hand hovering over the mug, he starts producing water, filling up the mug. The tepid water Seth produced made it easy for him to drink half of it in one go. Now content, he resumes playing with the mug.\n\nSeth watches Atlas walk further away from him, heading towards a hooded person. Trying hard to remember, he couldn't recollect if that person was there hours ago or not. Resolved in the inability to remember through his tiredness of a few hours ago, Seth reverts back to thinking about the crack. He pulls the remaining water up and out of the mug, making it into a hand. Squeezing his own hand, the water imitates it in front of Seth. He keeps this up for a little bit, continuing to explore the watery version of his hand's actions and movements.\n\nTime sped through the evening as other patrons tended to their drinks and conversations. At different times throughout the evening, Seth stole glances in the direction of both Heidi and Atlas, both unnamed in his mind. Largely unchanging visually, they as well as the hooded figure in the back started to bore him. He did end up sniffing the air subtly, picking up on whiffs of undead emanating from beneath the bandages Heidi wore. He may not have gotten to take a look at the weapon she carried, but it was pretty cool he Kinda Talked to someone undead. As far as he knew up until this point, all undead were mindless. He made sure to write a note about this short experience later. \n\n Seth slowly got up, gave Heidi a silent nod, and put some silver on the table. He waved goodbye, and went to the room he already reserved for the night." } ]	425	4,057
209.744186	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "bulbathulhu", "message": "As the sun begins to hide behind its horizon akin to a coquettish courtesan peeking out from behind her fan, bringing the night life to the fore. Glimmering tiny stars and the majestic moon take over, beckoning the night life to awaken. The hawking of wares comes to a high point before the conclusion, especially the taverns. None of which really matters to Aleinn who seems to be stuck in her own world. Come on! There has to be one somewhere! The sun's coming down! She thinks to herself as she saunters through the streets, circling the same few blocks she's circled for about two hours, now. \"Perhaps, I've misjudged? No, no, no. If there's anyone who knows the occult, they'll be here. That's just base logic...\" She says, returning to her, now, frantic search." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther stumbles outside of the tavern he has been frequenting for the past few hours, his silver tankard gleaming as the setting sun graces it with a gentle touch. Squinting a bit as his eyes adjust, he tanks another sip of his ale, letting out a deep breath as he enjoys the fresh air. Taverns always brighten his mood, but one must take time to enjoy the wonders of nature as well. He smiles slightly to himself as he observes the people running about to and fro, the merchants shouting their goods and services. Curiously, he notices a woman walk by as if searching for something. Then again, she passes a bit later. And again. Gunther watches her with his good eye, his other rendered useless by his... Condition. Well, as long as she's not up to anything nefarious, it's not really his business..." }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "The young woman looks right and left with a bit more energy about her, as though she's in a hurry. She pivots on her heel and turns to see a one-eyed man staring at her, giving her a bit of relief. An old soul, maybe he can help... She thought, figuring he'd probably know more about the town than she does. Aleinn shuffles closer as the pressure of speaking up bears down upon her step by agonizing step. Her palms begin to sweat beneath her long black gloves, the question gets caught in her throat. She almost looks sick, at first glance. The shy elf's attempts to speak up fall flatter than ever as she holds up a finger and forgets her question." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther blinks in surprise as the woman approaches him. As she gets closer he notices her elongated ears marking her as an elf. He lowers his mug to watch her, anticipating some sort of question. She goes to speak... And says... Nothing? Gunther smiles kindly as he realizes what must have happened. She must be shy! Deciding to try and calm her nerves, he speaks first. \"Yes, young lady, is there something I can help with?\" In a calm, deep voice that sounds... Much younger than his appearance would imply. \"There's no need to be afraid, I don't bite. Are you okay, I must admit you look rather unwell...\" A hint of concern entering his voice. His one good eyes tries to meet her gaze, hoping he has at least helped ease the tension somewhat." }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "She takes a step back and regains her composure after her momentary lapse of social anxiety. The elf adjusts her glasses and refocuses her mind on the man before her. Aleinn clears her throat and holds up the crudely drawn map before the man. It represents the city with buildings being represented as little squares with an X over a named square. \"Library\" Is what it said." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Chuckling slightly, Gunther takes a sip of his ale before nodding slightly \"Ah, you're lookin' for the library? Well, I can tell you where it is... Hm, actually, if you're not from around here it might be better if I take you myself. It's a big city, and people are a lot less likely to hassle you if they see you're with a priest.\" To an average person, Gunther most certainly didn't look like a member of a clergy. Muscular, scarred, and drinking ale out of a tankard. No holy garb, just a white muscle shirt and slacks. But that was rather common for worshippers of his God, after all. \"Just uh, don't ask me to do any researching or big reading. Not exactly my forte.\" He smiled warmly, waiting for her response." }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "Aleinn looks him over, trying to get a read on him. I suppose he seems innocent, enough. And he IS a priest. Though, priests haven't exactly had the greatest reputation... After pondering the possibilities and escape strategies in case something goes awry, she nods along with the large man's plan, though reasonably keeps one hand on the hilt of the blade on her hip and awaiting him to lead the way. She peeks around, in case her pursuers could be closer by than anticipated, but seems to find nothing." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther smiles a bit wider as she accepts, his eye noticing her guarded stance. He takes no offense, he is a stranger after all. \"Great, well let's be on our way then. Try not to lose sight of me, eh? Should be easy enough to keep track of a fella as big as I am.\" He begins walking at a calm pace through the crowds of people, the evening crowd parting a bit for him as he gently pushes through. Every few minutes or so he checks to make sure the elven woman is still behind him, not wanting her to get lost or harassed. It dawns on him that he hadn't introduced himself. Awful rude of him. When they break through the main crowd and head into a less busy road, he slows a bit to walk beside her for a moment \"Names Gunther by the way. Pleased to make your acquaintance Miss.\" He gives her another friendly smile \"We're getting close to the library now, hopefully they have whatever yer looking for in there.\" He continues walking again, still holding that ornate silver tankard in his hand absently and humming quietly to himself as he lumbers along. Not very chatty... He muses to himself as he goes. Well, that's alright. He had been told he could talk enough for two people at times." }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "As they reach the library, she looks up to the large man who guides her around, wondering what drives him to do so. Suppose it doesn't matter but, perhaps there's something he wants from me, as well. The elf thought, finding gregariousness hard to believe. \"Aleinn...\" She spoke up rather quietly. Her voice is soft and sweet but her tone is cold and distant. With the crowd passing her by, her eyes shift throughout to look for anything out of the ordinary. One thing that comes to mind is a soldier who looks to be drunk on duty. As they left the square, she remembers seeing him leaning a bit whilst trying to stay up. Well, she's seen on a couple of streets as they've gone on, wondering if that's some kind of coincidence or if the scouts are already being deployed." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther nods a little as she finally speaks for the first time. For a moment there, he was seriously wondering if she was perhaps mute. \"She speaks!\" He says in a joking tone, followed by a chuckle \"Apologies, you're allowed your quiet, truly. I was just unsure if you could speak or not! That's a wonderful name.\" She looked a bit different from other elves he had met, but... Well, he was no expert. The pointy ears were really the only elven trait he recognized. Far as he was concerned, they weren't too different from humans. Just longer living. Standing by the door to the library, he notices the girl looking anxiously around her. She'd been doing that since even before they met. Ever the busy body, Gunther rubbed his neck with his free hand and quietly asked, \"Look uh, it may not be my business but... You in some kinda trouble? You look spooked. If yer in trouble with the guards or somethin' I won't report you, long as you didn't kill somebody or something.\" His one good eye looked at her concerned and questioning." }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "Aleinn doesn't quite hear the question as she focuses on the once empty street behind them, seeing the man follow. In the moment, she sees through the façade. Their eyes lock, a look of death in his own. We have to get off the streets! She thought as she pushes what little weight she has behind her newfound guardian, forcibly shoving him into the library with several groans of struggle as she's maybe half his size. \"Come. On. Moooove!\" She says without further explanation as they proceed into the library." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther makes a noise of protest and shock as Aleinn begins shoving him into the library, clearly panicked. Eventually he gives up and allows himself to be shoved inside. It's now quite obvious to him that she's in some sort of trouble, but he keeps his mouth shut for now. Mostly. \"Follow me. It's clear you need somewhere to... Lay low a moment.\" He gently nudges her along as he leads her deeper into the library, away from any prying eyes or ears. Finally, once he is satisfied with the distance, he turns around to fix her with a pointed look, his arms crossed. \"I'll help you out for now. Just promise me you haven't done anything that will make me regret this?\"" }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "She nods then bows her head, beginning to apologize profusely. \"I'm very sorry for not explaining. You see, I'm betrothed. But, my betrothed is a...'Illuvia Vhenali' or a... Mirror lover...\" She hesitates for a moment, going for the direct translation rather than the true meaning which is: 'Someone who would mate with their own image'. \"But, I don't want to marry him. Or be a housewife. Or sire children. I just want to explore and-\" Aleinn comes back down to reality, eyeing Gunther. \"As I said, I apologize. I didn't think they were here just yet. I had a clear lead on them. About a few days worth. Though... That WAS three days ago...\" She promptly bows her head to the man, expecting quite the chastising." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther listens to her spilling her story out to him, a pained look on his face as she bows her head to him. How horrible. Forced to marry a filthy narcissistic man, if he took the meaning of her words right. Love was something to be celebrated and mutual, a type of revelry between two souls. Not a cage of imprisonment to another. The very thought made Gunther's blood boil. Closing his eyes, he exhaled slowly and ran a hand through his white hair slowly. \"I see. Raise your head, Aleinn. You don't owe me anythin'. I'm just a priest, and a slightly drunk one at that.\" Gunther was never comfortable with people bowing to him or being deeply polite. He was a simple man. \"Well, that settles it then. I'll help you hide from mirror mater, and whatever else I can help too. I ain't got anything else going on right now anyway.\" He grinned a bit, then started coughing a little, holding a hand over his chest for a moment. Clearing his throat he looked away from the young woman in front of him. \"It's... A bit dusty in here, isn't it?\"" }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "She takes a step back, unsure if what ails him. Though, the talk of dust does reassure her a bit. \"I suppose this place could use a light dusting.\" Aleinn laughs nervously, returning to her original spot. The shy elf peeks out from behind the bookshelf that they're near just to assess where her enemies are. For a moment, it looks as though things are going cordially between the soldier, the librarian, and the soldier's two associates. That is until the leading soldier slams the librarian's head into the front desk, knocking him out. Aleinn slinks behind the bookshelf, a panicked look in her eye. \"It looks like they're loosing the grip on their subtlety. I believe that's the only exit, as well. I'm taking suggestions.\" She says, peeking one eye out to see the three men dispersing, perhaps to search." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "A bit relieved she doesn't press the issue of his cough, he takes a moment to steady himself while she looks around the bookshelf. Good... Right now was not the time to suffer from this damned illness. As she creeps back, he hears the loud crack of the librarians head being slammed into the desk. Her next words confirm his suspicions. \"Are these men fools? You can't just walk into a public place and start assaulting people...\" His normally relaxed personality and stance shifts a bit. Standing straighter, he cracks his neck and stretches. \"Well, if you're taking ideas, I have one. We knock their arses out and toss em in the nearest bin. If they're looking to play rough, I can play rough too.\" He lifts the tankard and grins a bit \"From the looks of your sword, you should at least be able to fight a bit too, yeah? My God gives me some blessings I can impart on us. Make us faster, stronger for a bit. I can also heal in any wounds we get, provided we aren't too injured. What do ya say, want to get some payback?\" His idea isn't exactly... Subtle or complex. But that's just Gunther. What you see is what you get, mostly." }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "Aleinn is taken aback by the priest's willingness to help her with a dangerous people. This is the kinda thing that could spell a man's death, though that doesn't seem to affect the priest much. Aleinn draws her crystalline blade from its sheathe, peeking around the bookshelf again, confirming that they've all dispersed. The elf dons her hood, looking back to Gunther. \"I'll watch over you from high up. I trust you can take care of yourself, but, just in case. Also, if it can be helped, I'd like to avoid bloodshed today. Odds are they're just trying to earn a paycheck.\" She requests, looking up to her guardian with hopeful eyes." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther smiles a bit and nods slightly \"Don't worry about it. I've tussled with bigger fish than these fellows. Just worry about yourself.\" Clasping his tankard, he mutters a few words of prayer to the Reveler, a soft shine spilling forth from his tankard to cover the two of them for a moment. Thus prepared, he makes ready to walk into their sight. \"This should make you feel a bit faster on your feet. And don't worry, I'm not out to kill anyone either. I'll just knock em unconscious and tie em up. Let the guards deal with em. I'll even heal any major wounds after we're done here.\" He gives Aleinn a thumbs up and steps out of their hiding place, walking straight towards the thugs..." }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "Aleinn smiles and looks to the top of the bookshelves. She takes a deep breath, focusing her mind. \"Mana Spring.\" She whispers, promptly jumping into the air. As her legs extend, a sigil of appears beneath her feet giving her the ability to jump twice more, catching onto the edge of the bookcase and pulling herself up. Almost immediately, Gunther is spotted by one of the thugs and tightens his fist. \"You there,\" He calls out to Gunther, recognizing his ensemble. It seems he's the one who witnessed them from afar. \"I believe you were with someone I'm looking for. Would you mind pointing me in her direction? Naturally, you'll compensated for the information.\" He says, seemingly dignified in his approach but his standoffish posture indicates that this is the first and last time he'll be asking." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther feigns surprise at the thugs questioning, thumbing at himself as he \"Drunkenly\" Staggers a bit forward. \"Huh? Me? Sorry, I dunno what you're talkin' about friend.\" He lurches forward a bit closer, scratching his head in confusion a bit \"Ohh... Wait, I think I know who ya mean now... Right... See, there's a bit of a problem with that...\" Suddenly he uses his moment in a drunken stagger to grab the man addressing him by the head in one hand and crashing his head into the nearby table, conking him on the skull with his tankard for good measure. \"I don't take kindly to two bit thugs like yourself roughing up innocents. So this is your first and final warning. Piss off, before I make you. Any takers?\" Gunther assumes a fighting stance, one free hand and the other wielding his tankard as a mace or club. Hearing the thugs curse and draw their weapons, he sighs heavily and shrugs \"Nobody ever takes the easy way... Well, don't say I didn't warn you!\"" }, { "author": "bulbathulhu", "message": "The two allies come to the aid of, presumably, the leader. They were of similar size, one with a hand axe and the other holding a curved dagger. \"Come to a scrap then, ye old bastard?\" Said the man with the dagger, sizing up Gunther with his singular good eye, the other covered with an old eye patch. He gets into his battle stance. The other man with him has long, shaggy, dark hair and more skinny frame. \"Hang on, this guy took out Shep in seconds. We mi-\" He says taking a step back as the man with the dagger charges forward. \"Let's go, ya wrinkly prick!\" Against the wishes of his friend, he charges towards Gunther off of his back foot, attempting to run the priest through with his dagger." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther takes a step to the side, his gods blessing giving him the speed to avoid the man's attempt at impaling him. As the thug charges by, Gunther tosses his tankard up and grabs the man from behind, throwing him bodily over his shoulder to the floor and into a table, catching his tankard after completing the motion. \"I'd prefer if you didn't call me old or wrinkly. I'm rather young, thank you.\" His tone is rather casual despite the fact this man is trying to kill him. This fact apparently irritates the dagger wielding man as he groans and pushes himself off the ground, rushing Gunther again. This time, Gunther prepares to dodge again, but feels a pain in his chest strike. Gritting his teeth, he realizes he won't be able to dodge the dagger in time... So instead he grabs the knife in his free hand, wincing slightly as he feels it bite into his flesh. Ignoring his pain, he swings the tankard into the side of the man's skull, the impact making a dull thud as he knocks him to the ground again. Gunther starts coughing, a bit of blood leaking from his nose. Just a little longer, dammit...He casts his eyes about, hoping his young charge is safe wherever she bounced up to." }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "With their plan shot to hell given that his friend charged in like a barbarian, the shaggy-haired fellow tightens his grip on his axe. \"Well fine, let's go, y-\" He is once again cut off, suddenly being silenced by Aleinn dropping from such a height and landing on his back. By the looks of it, he seems pretty much at the point of surrender. The first man begins to stumble to his feet, his balance not where it should be given the recent knocks to the head. Aleinn stands upright, concerns arising about her new friend who is currently coughing up blood. With looks that could kill, she shoots a serious glare at him. \"Get out of here! I'll take care of the rest!\" Truly wanting the best for his well-being. Her focus then turns back to the clumsy hired thug and points her crystalline blade towards him. The crystal glows yellow in that very instant and a bolt of lightning explodes forth, targeting his torso. As the bolt strikes him, he flies into another bookshelf. Once again, effectively routed." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther looks a bit surprised as Aleinn suddenly knocks the man to the ground, doubly so when her sword glows and blasts the man across the room. Grimacing slightly he wipes his face, smearing some of the blood off onto the back of his hand and stands up straight. \"I'm fine... Besides, this is pretty much over, yeah? Unless the lad under your boot thinks he stands a better chance, we can just tie them up and be done with it.\" Gunther shoots the man in question a look, and seeing the resignation on his face he shrugs and walks over to the man currently sprawled out against the bookshelf. Pulling some rope out of a satchel on his side, Gunther binds his hands and props him up. \"Learn to take a hint, friend. Find a better employer next time... And stay quiet in the library, eh?\" Gunther mumbles a few quiet words of prayer, healing the worst of the man's wounds so he wouldn't bleed out or suffer any lasting side effects. Standing, he looks at his own cut up hand and wraps it in some fabric, pulling it tight. \"Let's take care of the other two and then make sure the librarian is alright. You good?\" He asks Aleinn, trying to move past his own injuries and whatever was happening with him earlier quickly." }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "She frowns, looking at his condition which is much worse than hers, considering the condition of his health. She promptly sheathes her weapon and begins tying up the other two with scraps of cloth from their own clothing. \"I will be fine. I believe I've lost less than you, though. You could run, if you'd like...\" She turns away, clutching her bicep in her free hand. \"Perhaps, get help from the local healers or live your life in peace. Would that not be preferable?\" She asks, walking towards the librarian who's probably dealing with quite the headache, by now." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther scoffs at her suggestion, walking over to the librarian as well after checking that the men are properly tied and removing their weapons. \"What, run away and pretend this didn't just happen? That you're in danger? Sorry, can't do that. This ain't my first cut, and not the first time...\" He trails off, looking at the dried blood on the back of his hand \"...Well, ain't nothing the healers can do for me anyway. Magical or otherwise. Peace just doesn't suit me either. I have my reasons for this. You're not the first person I've helped, you know. 'sides, I'm wrapped up in this now too, no guarantee your persistent suitor will just ignore that I helped you escape for a bit.\" He gives a slight smile and gently places a hand on the librarians shoulder, uttering a healing spell to help her deal with the pain from the thugs brutish actions earlier." }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "Aleinn ponders his words, trying to find him an out. Despite the fact that it doesn't look like he wants one very much. \"Alright, fine. If your mind is made up about this, I won't push any further. Just... Don't do anything you don't have to, alright? This world is rather scarce on good men.\" With that, her thoughts go back to her betrothed, a man willing to send armed assailants to drag her back just so he can have a housewife. The librarian opens her eyes, a big lump on her forehead, a bit of blood trickling from it. \"Th-Thank you, father.\" She says with respect to his profession. Her eyes then look to the elf Gunther is traveling with, the look of worry in her eyes. \"H-Hey. Don't worry about me. I got a knock on the head but I'll be none the worse for wear. Though, I suppose you deserve a proper thank you. Are you both magic users? I have a list of tomes that I could give away at a discount.\" Aleinn's eyes light up at the notion. The thing she's been looking for. Right here! As she's about to jump at the chance, she realizes she doesn't have much space for spending extra money. The money she has now is for room and board. \"I appreciate the offer but... My expenses are tight, at the moment.\" Aleinn says with an awkward laugh, trying not to seem rude." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther smiles slightly at the librarian \"Well, I'm more of a man of faith, so tomes don't do me much good. As for the girl...\" He watches her face fall a bit at the obvious fact she doesn't have enough money for what she wants. Running a hand along his hair he wanders over to the unconscious men and empties their coinpouches. Not exactly a treasure trove, but he isn't shy about taking a bit of recompense for their misdeeds. Meandering back over he sets their coins on the counter, and a few of his own. \"Here. Hopefully this covers at least something. As for my repayment... Well, we were never here, y'know?\" He winks with his one good eye, then mumbles an incantation, filling his tankard with ale from thin air. \"Mhh. Nothin' like a nice drink after some work.\"" }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "The elf looks down at the small coin pile then back to the librarian who looks to be counting with her eyes. \"Hmmm... Okay, with that we may be able to get you a beginner level spell. With that.\" The librarian turns around and pulls out a drawer that seems to be segmented into five sections. She grabs the two tomes left in one of the sections and places them both on the counter. \"Alright, here's two tomes that are pretty good for training the deacons to becoming full fledged clerics.\" She points to a golden book with designs of white, intricate, thorny branches converging to the center, labeled 'Light Disc'. \"This is for Light Disc, a minor spell that launches a disc of holy light at your enemies.\" She then points to the other which is of similar design with the colors flipped around. \"And this is Minor Blessing. A heal good for use in emergencies and training up how to use healing magic for when things really get hairy. It won't be the healing spell that fully restores your health and mana but it'll pull you out of death's clutches.\" Aleinn smiles as she looks at the two books. An attack or a heal... What to choose? What to choose? Being spoilt for choice gives Aleinn pause and she turns back to the only one who would know anything about holy magic, requesting advice with just a look." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Running a hand through his beard, Gunther looks at the books, to Aleinn, and to the downed men. That blast she did earlier was strong, and it looked like she was at least half decent with a sword. Another ranged option wasn't a bad choice, really, but having the option to heal even a bit could truly save a life. All the offense in the world wouldn't matter if you're dead, after all. After musing this over for a minute silently he replied, \"I'd recommend Minor Blessing, personally. It's a lessor version of my healing, but it'll save lives in the future. You already have some ways to fight, at least in our short time together. But it's your choice, truly. You know yourself better than I do.\" He shrugs a bit and leans against the counter slightly, taking a sip of his brew" }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "She nods, immediately turning back to the librarian with a look of determination and points at the Minor Blessing tome. \"I'll take this one...\" The elf says in a quiet voice, pushing the coin pile to the librarian. The librarian smiles, handing her the book in return. \"Once again, I appreciate the assistance. And... What's the saying again? 'May your spirit be honed by your blade' or something like that?\" Aleinn is somewhat shocked that she's been recognized as a Sword Witch, even though not many magic casters also use swords. \"'May your spirit empower your mind and hone your blade.' Thank you.\" She bows her head and proceeds towards the exit, hardly holding in the anticipation of reading about and learning a new spell. Aleinn leads the way out, suddenly realizing she doesn't actually know the city well enough. She turns back to the man. \"Do you possibly know of an inn around here, Gunther?\" She asks, her fingers thumbing with the page corners, clearly excited to get started." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther stands and gives a short wave to the librarian and quietly says, \"Thanks. The girl's going through a lot. Get the guards to take care of these louts, I'm sure they won't trouble you anymore.\" He makes his way after Aleinn, wincing a bit at the pain in his hand from the earlier fight, and the pain in his chest from his earlier fit. Need to take care of that later...He thinks to himself before realizing Aleinn had stopped and was looking at him. At least partially. She was almost vibrating with excitement, holding that book. Seeing the girl in any state but nervous wreck made him smile slightly, and he cast his mind back to think about what she had just said. An inn? Letting out a deep chuckle his warm smile turned into a grin. \"Do I know an inn? Ha! You do realize you're talkin' to a priest of Cayden Cailean right? The inn is our house of worship! Any tavern, any inn can be a holy place if filled with the right people. So aye, I know an inn or two. I'm already staying in one, they've got room for more guests.\" He rubbed his beard and started walking, leading the way \"Don't worry, lass. They're good people. You should be able to at least relax for the night without worrying about your problem. Nobody that I drink with would let such a fate befall you\"" }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "She feels awash with relief, taking a step back and gesturing Gunther to lead the way. \"Wonderful. If you wouldn't mind...\" Aleinn says before looking to her tone of of knowledge. As she inspects the intricacies of the tome's design, she finds herself getting a bit embarrassed upon realizing that she's been getting a bit too comfortable around Gunther, showing off her vulnerabilities, such as her love for reading and magical tomes. The shy elf straightens herself up and shakes her head vigorously in an attempt to get herself back in working order. Almost for naught, as she opens the tome she bought and frantically reads through the lines." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther turns to ask a question and sees her practically head down in the book she had just bought, and let's a small chuckle leave his lips and shrugs, silently leading the way to the inn he's been residing in for a few days now. He just watches now and then to make sure they don't get separated. Before too long, he stops in front of a decently sized wooden building, the sign hanging off a post reading \"The Tone-Deaf Bard\". Clearing his throat to catch Aleinn's attention he says, \"Sorry to interrupt your reading, but we've arrived at the inn. Never seen someone get so absorbed in a book! Was it that interesting?\" He has a joking spark in his one good eye, and he leans against the frame of the door slightly \"Can't say I know much about learning via tomes... I was taught very differently. Still, if it's divine magic I could probably help if you have any need of it. Although based on how you sent that thug flying earlier...\" He let the statement hang and nodded at her \"Go on when you're ready. I'll be along in just a moment. Want to finish my drink outside real quick.\"" }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "She looks up from her book, only scratching the surface of the knowledge she should be focusing on. The snap to reality leaves her a bit lost as to where she's been walking to this whole time, taking a second to gather her surroundings. \"Oh! Uhhh... Thank you, Gunther! I would gladly welcome any teachings you offer.\" Aleinn bows to the large man, her new tome nestling under her armpit. Following his advice, she walks into the inn, wondering if she'll a bunch of people like Gunther, i.E. Strong and wise, biblically inclined, alcoholics. It'll be a strange comfort." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther smiles a bit and waves a hand casually \"Don't worry about it. Least I can do. Let the tavernkeep know you're with me, they'll treat ya right.\" Once she's out of his sight, he sighs and slowly sips his drink, letting his body sag a bit heavier against the wall. He tastes copper in the back of his throat from earlier, the alcohol doing nothing to wash away the taste of his own blood. A small crimson trickle leaks from one of his nostrils and he wipes it away before it can stain anything. Staring up at the sky for a moment, he takes a few slow, deep breathes to calm his mind and body. \"No point worrying others... I just wish I knew how much time I had left... Not that it would change much, I suppose...\" He mutters to himself quietly, his voice quiet and unsure, a stark contrast to his usual jovial cheer. Downing his drink, he stands up a bit straighter, runs a hand through his hair, and pushes open the door. Best not dwell on dark thoughts too long. Inside, the tavern is bustling as people retire from their jobs for the day, filled with people drinking and dining, playing cards, chatting. The sounds of vibrant life that his God adores and asks of people. Freedom, Revelry, Joy. The true reasons to live. Gunther can't help but feel a smile tug at his face despite his morose thoughts from earlier. A few people raise a toast to him as he enters, which he returns. His one eye scans the crowd for his elven companion, hoping her nerves hadn't gotten the better of her in such a crowd." }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "As she walks into the inn and the full weight of the revelry bears down upon her she realizes just how many more people there than she previously imagined. No small difference, should one wonder. Where'd they all come from? You could hear the muffled cheers from outside but THIS many?! As she stood still in such a convivial place, she began to notice that she's drawing concerned eyes. Probably for the best but she couldn't tell the difference between concern and judgement. The eyes everywhere. Left, right, center, someone noticed. She began to back away, the idea being that she'll wait for her friend. Not paying attention, she backs up into a woman, rather overwhelming with muscle nearly hops out of her skin. With no better ideas, she finds the most unoccupied corner, pulls her hood, and waits." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther asks a few people if they saw a young elf, and after a couple drunken responses, he gets a coherent one that points her out in the corner. Making his way through the crowd with practiced ease, he stands in front of her. \"Sorry about that. I guess you're not really used to this kinda place, eh? I know they're a rowdy and loud bunch, but they mean well. Come with me, I'll introduce you to the owner and we can see about getting you a room, and some food if you're hungry? It's no 5 star restraunt but it's better than hard tack.\" He chuckles at his own comment. In truth the food was rather good, but he was trying to lighten the mood a bit to make her feel more comfortable in such an unusual place. \"Ah. And don't worry, it's much quieter upstairs so when you have a room you'll have peace and quiet, not to worry. Just follow me, try not to get lost in the crowd yeah?\"" }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "Guilt tugs at her spirit. All the magic tomes in the world never seem to prepare one for social gatherings, the most difficult situation of them all. Seriously, what an oversight. Worse yet, now she's only created more work for the kind priest. With a single nod of her head, she stands up from her corner and follows along, unable to raise her head due to the shame. Dutifully, she follows along, the feeling almost nostalgic. Her memories flash of the ball she was brought along to as a child. The reason was for peace negotiations between the High Elves and the Celestial Elves. Land disputes or some such nonsense. Anyway, she couldn't bring herself to talk to many of the others. The only time she did anything in the lines of communicating was to get food at the feasting table. Her mother found her eating alone in a lowlit room, knowing of her issues with mingling. She calls out to her daughter and has her follow along back to ballroom. There are few memories like that of her mother." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther notices her posture shift, ever alert for people's troubles. He thinks, for just a minute, about pulling her aside and asking what's going on in her head. But he decides against it, for now. They were strangers, after all, despite what they had just experienced together. It was hardly his place to meddle. Yet he had already thrown himself into her situation... His train of thought was disrupted as he realized they had reached the bar. Before he could even say a word, a feminine voice called out \"Gunther! What's this I hear about you bringing a girl with you!? Is one woman not enough for you!?\" Gunther sighs softly and quickly turns to Aleinn \"That's the owner... Dont take anything she says personally, she's a big joker.\" Turning back around he gives a charming smile to the woman behind the bar, hoping to stop her from embarrassing him too badly. The woman in question had reddish-brown hair tied back in an elaborate ponytail, hazel eyes full of warmth, and just the right amount of muscle to tell she could handle herself. She looked to be in her late 20s, and was quite a looker in her own right. Gunther rubbed his neck and replied loud enough for her to hear \"Come now, Hilda. You know it's not like that! When have I ever brought a woman here like that?\" Hilda, the mistress of the tavern, put her hands on her hips and gave him a slightly teasing smirk. \"Oh that's true, you just leave a trail of broken hearts in your wake, like mine! Yet the hopeful fool I am, I keep letting you back in my door... Well, you gonna introduce me, or not?\" Gunther chuckled slightly, his face turning a bit red from her... Slightly exaggerated comments. He gently moved Aleinn forward and gestured to her. \"Hilda, this is Aleinn. Aleinn, this is Hilda. Best tavern owner on this continent. And a very good friend of mine.\"\n\nWhile she smiled at the flattery, she did let out a small \"Hmph\" At the last bit. \"Aye well, if it were up to me it'd be more than Just Good friends. It's a pleasure to meet you, young lady. Well, you might actually be older than me... Elves are always hard to tell.\"" }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "The shy elf pulls down the hood enshrouding her face, as is the custom in anyone's home, showing her silver hair, dark skin, and the peculiarities of the little shimmers that happen throughout such. Nothing absolutely blinding, but like little gleaming lights every now and again. Aleinn takes a step forward and bows her head, the absolutely cold expression on her face. \"I am Aleinn Vale, an adventurer of many far off lands. And I'd like to room here for the night. I promise not to cause any trouble, I just want to read.\" She shows the edge of the magic tome from between her back and her cape, unable to trust any who may have sticky fingers amongst the drunkards. \"I have no intention of intruding on your...'quarry'.\" The elf respectfully bows her head again." }, { "author": "boggy96", "message": "Gunther rubs his neck awkwardly at her last statement, looking away slightly in embarassment before clearing his throat slightly \"You don't have to be so formal, Aleinn.\" Hilda squinted at Aleinn for a minute, then leaned forward on the bar to get a bit closer before saying \"We have plenty of rooms upstairs, dear. I'm not sure what your circumstances are, but I'm not gonna ask either. Let's just say you're not the first stray person this lug has brought in off the street who needed somewhere to stay for a day or two. I trust his judge of character. As for my... Quarry...\" She looks at him sideways, while he examines a plank in the ceiling VERY thoroughly \"That one slipped away a long time ago. He's never once been seen with a woman, ever. It was just a joke, truly.\" The barkeep smiled kindly at Aleinn then stood back up, crossing her arms. \"Well, if you're getting a room, would you like a bite to eat as well? If you don't wanna eat with the drunks and rowdy ones, we can send it up to your room for ya.\"" }, { "author": "Aleinn Vale", "message": "Aleinn nods and bows her head once more before standing upright. \"Apologies if I've made anyone uncomfortable. It's customary amongst my people to bow once, announce oneself, bow again, and announce one's intentions before entering anyone's home.\" She says taking another step forward. \"As for the food, I would very much appreciate having it delivered to my room. It-\" She pauses her thoughts, wondering if it's a bit desperate to mention that she hasn't eaten all day. Though, as she says this, her stomach audibly speaks for her with a notable grumble undermining her formality a bit." } ]	191	9,019
209.16	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Kaly", "message": "The trio, along with their animal counterpart, traversed forest and plain alike. They met very little on their way to the city of Elsie Vale. The group walked along the northern path from the cave in the Dragonclaw Mountain to Port Beacon. As the group came closer and closer to the city, its beacon, its namesake, the Sky Pillar, came more and more a focal point. It was their North Star in their journey and kept them on their path. \n\nPort Beacon was unlike any city that Kaly had visited. Its wharf and bazaars dazzled the senses. Mazes of stalls and storefronts lined the cobblestone paths of the streets. Bumping into the street goers, Kaly made small, curt apologies to them. She continued to keep an eye to ensure the solider and the stranger along with the wolf pup followed along behind her. She came upon an inn that held a restaurant in it. She leaned against the doorframe and spoke to her companions. \"We should get some food and a drink. We need to figure out what exactly we need for the travels ahead!\" She awaited their answers." }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_Pyranel sighs as they get to the town, \"Well... We need to get some hunting supplies... And new clothing for me.\" He looks around, a tad nervous, \"Maybe a map... And some directions to places that might be able to help me... And you.\" He keeps his spear close to his side, almost at a ready stance. He looks at Kaly, \"Not sure how to go about that...\"\n\nHe starts going through his charred gear, seeming to look for something he saw earlier. He sees a draw string pouch with metal bits in in, \"Hmm... What is this?\" And shows Kaly. What she sees is a good chunk of copper pieces and a few silver currency._" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Kaly nodded and placed her hands on the string pouch. \"We should probably keep this in a safer place until you have gear that isn't so...\" Looking at the ashened and burnt gear. \"Charred.\" She gently took the pouch and placed it in her bag's front pocket. \"I promise it is safe with me. I have no wish to steal from you. Only help you.\" Weaving through the crowd, she led the stranger to a shop with a sign hanging above it. Lovett Tailoring \"They should have something here for you. What are your sizes?\" Her green eyes traveled up and down. Shrugging, she took his hand and pulled him into the shop.\n\nInside, there were piles and piles of cloth in all different shades of colors. A short, squat woman with curly gray hair tutted along humming a cute little jaunty. Not wishing to scare the woman, Kaly coughed a bit and shouted, \"Excuse me!\" The woman jumped and let out a tiny scream. \"Oh goodness, you scared me! So sorry to keep you waiting. What can I do...\" The woman stopped in mid-sentence as she gazed over the stranger beside her. \n\n\"He is in desperate need of clothes. His house burned down in the next town over and he lost everything. The poor fellow was just wandering the trail up to this town when I found him. He was only able to salvage a few coins and a few pieces of clothes and weapons. Would you please, please help us?\" Kaly gave the woman a look of pure desperation and melancholy, hoping it would sway the woman to help them. She nodded and set to work finding a shirt and pants that could be easily tailored to fit his build. Kaly let the woman work her magic with Pyranel. Sitting upon a stool, she watched with curious eyes." }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_Pyranel sighs with the little lie... And then just watches as the woman works on getting clothes. He smiles a bit as more comes over and he just shrugs out of the charred clothing and keeps his pants on. He carefully tries a shirt here and there and realize they fit... A tad loosely. He nods his thanks, but his nervousness is apparent.\n\nHe watches the woman raise an eyebrow at his heat, she whispers, \"You should see a healer...\" He shakes his head a bit before, \"Don't worry...\"_" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Shrugging and giving Pyranel an apologetic smile for the lie, she turned her attention to the contents of her bag, giving the two privacy. Her bag had so much trash in it from the travels. She pulled out all the papers with doodles, the clothes that had so many ink stains on them, and the loose herbs from her mixtures. She threw them in the woman's fire place. It crackled with some of the herbs but the fragrance was sweet and calming. \n\nAs the woman buzzed around him, she noticed him shake his head. Intervening, Kaly looked Pyranel up and down with a confident smile. \"You sure look better in these clothes! Now all you need is a good bath and a good meal. Am I right... Oh how rude of me! I didn't ask for your name, our saving grace!\"\n\nThe lady blushed at the compliment and stated, \"Sophie Lovett\", then started buzzing around Pyranel again. \"Nice to meet you, Ms. Lovett. I am Kaly. You have such a lovely shop. It must be teeming with patrons!!\" \n\nAt this, she gave a small smile and shook her head. \"Ever since my husband died, it hasn't been the same. It started as a flowing river... Now... It's just a trickle. When you all came in, I was so pleased. I miss the challenge that walk through the doors with each person.\" Again, peering at Pyranel and then back at Kaly, she laughed. \"You fellow. I think you are the most challenge I've had in decades.\" Kaly snorted along with the woman." }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_Pyranel eyes the burning stuff, his eyes picking up a slight glow, almost fixated... Before he violently shakes his head, pulling his gaze away. He pulls away from Sophie and gives her a wry smile of apology, \"Just... A bit scattered...\" He looks to Kaly and raises an eyebrow, \"What was in that bag that I gave you?\" He was curious...\n\nHis eyes return to normal with a few blinks and he smiles, \"I think... I am just tired from the travels.. And the fire.\" His eyes flit to Kaly as he goes along with the story. He looks to Sophie, \"It's good to bring business... But I have a small question... Where could someone go to learn magic? Or to control it?\"_" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "\"Oh, that wasn't the contents of your pouch!\" She pulls the small pouch from the tiny pocket on the side of her bag. \"See! That stuff I burned, it was just some loose lavender and rosemary.\" Hoping Sophie did not catch the glow of his eyes, she coughed. \"Sorry, tickle in my throat. Also, do you have any recommendations for food, rest, and magic?\"\n\nSophie paused and pondered the question. Shifting her gaze between the two, she nodded. Walking to the desk beside the door, she pulled out a scratch piece of paper and a quill. Scribbling down her note, she gave the paper to Kaly. Kaly read it aloud:\n\n\"Food and Rest - Brinewater Inn\"\n\"Magic -???\"\n\nHanding the paper to Pyranel, she gave a shrug. Sophie, turning to the stranger, whispered, \"I don't know about magic or where to find a mentor. I am sure someone at the Inn would be able to help find those answers. Be careful about who you talk to about your... Magic... Some do not take kindly to that due to religious reasons.\" \n\nShe finished dressing Pyranel and asked him to step up to the mirror. \"What do you think? Does this suit you?\"" }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_Pyranel slowly nods, his eyes downcast, whispered, \"I understand...\" He turns away to the mirror and looks at himself in the new clothing. He shrugs slightly before nodding, \"Seems fine... And not too... Hot within.\" He looks to Kaly and shrugs, \"It'll do... But I think I need to see a leather worker later...\"\n\nHis gaze turns to Sophie, \"Is there any such in the town? And is there a smith as well? I want to see if the spear is... Salvageable...\"_" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Nodding at Pyranel, she took the paper from him and stuffed it in her bag. \"It... It looks good on you. And of course, we'll find a leather worker. I think the kind lady has had enough inquiries and Challenge For one day.\" Turning to nod, she pulled out several silver coins and a gold one. Handing it to the lady, she said her thanks and tugged Pyranel out of the shop. \"THANK YOU, SOPHIE!!\"\n\nOnce out the door, she towed the man to the nearest street sign and looked up. \"Well she gave us a name but no clue how to get there.\" Kaly smirked and shook her head. \"Oh this will be so much fun.\"" }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_Pyranel is yanked out, \"Thanks!\" He catches himself as he is tugged and shrugs along with her, \"Well... We can walk the streets and see what is around... Or...\" He looks about and sees someone walking near by, \"Sir... We are new to the town. Could you tell us where Brinewater? Or any general stores?\"\n\nThe gentleman slowly came to a stop as he listened and then slowly nod, \"There is a general store next to the Brine... Check by the docks.\" He chuckled slightly, \"The name gives it away...\"\n\nPyranel nods his thanks and then looks to Kaly, \"Well? Shall we?\" He turns his gaze away and seems to take a whiff of the air, the scent of strong salty water fills the air. He looks toward the north, \"Maybe this way!\" And waits for her to follow before heading north._" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Following behind Pyranel, she nodded enthusiastically. \"Yes! Let's do it!\" She keeps pace with Pyranel as they searched the cobblestone streets and their nostrils for the Brinewater Inn. As the scent of the seawater became almost intolerable, the thatched roof of the inn came into view. \n\nExcitedly, Kaly hastened her steps at the prospect of food and drink. As if her mind and her stomach were connected in telepathy, her stomach growled deep and loudly. \"I could honestly eat three deer and a rabbit...\" With the tavern door in sight, the music and voices clashed in the air above them and signaled it was a crowded night. She opened the door and the cacophony hit the pair with full force. \"Looks like my kind of place!\" Kaly shouted back to Pyranel as she entered without a care in the world." }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_Pyranel laughed as he entered with her, his eyes going wide with the crowd that resided inside. He stopped, suddenly nervous for some reason. He sees a variety of races, but predominantly human. They seem to wear almost the same clothes, as if they are from the same group. Smaller groups of different habits also seem to permeate the room. \"Hmm... These religions that the seamstress mentioned?\" He half whispered into Kaly's ear._" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Nodding at Pyranel's assumption, she weaved through the crowd and came to the bar. Yelling at the maiden behind the bar, \"ONE HONEY MEAD PLEASE!! PYRANEL, what do you want??\" As she waited for him to order, she could not help but tap her foot on the floor in rhythm to the bard's music. It was a happy, folky jaunt that ebbed and flowed with the voices of the crowd. Some patrons clapped. Some danced. And some huffed in their various darkened corners of the tavern." }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_Pyranel eyes the crowd a bit before, \"I'll take the same.\" His gaze moved back through the crowd and he spotted a group of dwarves. He nods toward them, \"The dwarves seem friendly and they might know..\" He looks to the server, \"And a pitcher for that table.\" Pointing toward the dwarves. The server chuckles and nods, \"You know how to treat em.\" She heads off.\n\nPyranel pauses at that comment, his head cocked to the side in puzzlement. He shrugs a moment later, not sure why he knew that. He looks at Katy, \"Well?\" And he moves off to the dwarves. As he approached, he gave them a greeting, \"Hello sirs..\"_" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "As Pyranel received his drink and walked toward the hoard of dwarves, she took her mead and gulped it down in one swift motion. Burping, she chuckled at herself. Already feeling the small warmth in her belly, all she wanted was to feel that fire burning brighter and wilder. Flagging down the server again, she ordered another mead. Winking at the maiden, she giggled, \"Thank you, darlin. You're making this evening sweeter than this mead.\" With that, maiden blushed and Kaly moved toward the table of dwarves and now Pyranel. \n\nWithout hesitation, Kaly sat down and roared \"Hello, sirs, I hope the mead be cold and the maidens be hot!\" Taking another large gulp, she turned and beamed at the strangers around the table. \"We are looking for some help and offer this pitcher of mead for your assistance. Will you help us?\"" }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_The dwarves look up from their chatter, their gaze bouncing between the two that stopped at the table. One of them gruffed, \"For ale... Sure.\" He smiled wide, his teeth showing, \"So what is it that you want to know?\" Another dwarf was peering at Pyranel far closer than nicety allowed. He looked perplexed and spoke out in dwarvish.\n\nPyranel grinned rather wide, \"Well dwarves know the best place for weapons... And mountain gear.\" He jested. He sat down next to Kaly and looked over when he heard the dwarf speak. His eyebrows rose as he understood snippets of it. He looked surprised as he responded in kind, in response, in dwarvish as well, \"As the Mountain wills.\" He reels back as all the dwarves at the table snap their gaze to him.\n\nThe dwarf that spoke first looked agitated, spoke common, \"And how... Do you know that, human?\" His gaze flicks from Pyranel and his partner that spoke to Pyranel. He breaks into a spattering of dwarvish with the dwarves.\n\nHeat slowly built up more as Pyranel shook his head in shock. He looked befuddled and shocked that he knew what he knew. He would slowly start to stand up, his head shaking, \"I don't... Know...\"_" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "As Pyranel sat beside her, she could feel the heat emanating from his body. Feigning ignorance, she turned her attention toward the conversation at hand. Her eyes widened as Pyranel spoke Dwarvish. Remember to ask him how he knew those words... She thought to herself as she looked upon the faces of the stunned dwarves. Giggling awkwardly, she forced her gaze toward the mead and drank it. \n\nAs the dwarves began talking amongst themselves, she could not help but feel a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach. Run. Danger. Run. Danger. Instead of listening to the voice, she sat. She sat and she chortled a forced laugh. \"Listen, fellas! The mead is getting warm. Please drink up so we may buy you another pitcher of ale. All for the low, low, low price of a point in the right direction. That's all we need. And we'll be out of your beard... Hairs... Faster than a jackrabbit running from a wolf.\" She flagged down the maiden and asked for another pitcher for the table. \"Maybe, we could even share a jaunt before that!\" Even as she said it, she knew they were not the singing type." }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_The leading dwarf looks him over, his eyes wary before, \"Sit... Please... I meant no offense...\" His gaze darts to one of his companions and a smattering of dwarvish trades between them. The leader turns back to Pyranel as Pyranel slowly sat back down, his body acting as his mind reeled, in common, \"This one,\" Points to one of the dwarves, \"Says that you... Look familiar... As a friend.\"\n\nPyranel's mind settled on that comment and shrugged, \"I... Don't remember what happened... Beyond a few week ago... For all I know... I could... But don't...\" He shakes his head a bit before, \"Something happened in the mountains... And...\" He stops there before, \"Who are you and yours?\" He asks patiently._" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Confused by the dwarves lack of response to her, she once again repeated herself. With a loud cough, she tried garnering their attention. \"FELLAS!! EXCUSE ME!! I'm trying to come to a compromise here and y'all are ignoring me. So let me offer one more time, point us in the right direction and we will leave you alone with another two pitchers of mead.\" \n\nFeeling the seething anger build, she took a couple of deep breaths to steady herself. Taking a sip as well to quench the fires in her belly. Glancing around the table, she landed on the one who seemed to be leading this hodge-podge of dwarves. \"The name is Kaly Oakenfury. I have dwarven blood running through my veins. Who Are You?\"" }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_The lead dwarf turned to look at Kaly and blushed slightly, \"Sorry ma'am... Just this one is... A mystery...\" He sighs a bit before, \"Bromson Hearth...\" He smiles slightly, \"Thanks for the pitchers... As for directions... What do you two need?\"\n\nPyranel sighs a bit and looks to Kaly, \"I am sorry as well... Just... Lost now...\" His voice comes out soft. He looks over to the dwarves, \"If that one knew who I was before... Then please let me know... If I was a good man...\" He pauses and his head cocks to the side as if he is listening to a voice, this voice saying 'You were...' It sounded exhausted... As it fades away. He blinks a bit, his eyes flashing between light brown and orange before settling on brown.\n\nThe dwarf that recognized him looked him over with a slow nod, broken common comes out, \"Trained... Warriors... Called friend...\" He paused a moment... \"Nelson...\" He says almost quietly.\n\nPyranel blinks a bit, his head shaking a bit, \"Pyranel...\" He says slowly. He turns away, his hands moving to his head as if trying to hold back a headache.\n\nBromson Hearth looks between Pyranel and the other dwarf before settling on Pyranel, \"What happened in the mountains?\"_" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Kaly nodded her head in satisfaction as the two apologized to her. \"You're welcome, Bromson Hearth. As for what we need, I assume we need mountain gear, weapons, and answers.\" A warm smiled crept across her face as she talked. As Pyranel once again began attempting to glean information from the dwarves, she sat exasperated and sipped on her mead quietly. \n\nThe question of what happened in the mountains piqued her interest. With the alcohol settled in both her mind and in her stomach, she interrupted the two. \"Well, I don't think He Knows what happened in those mountains.\" She jutted a thumb out and pointed to Pyranel. \"I can tell ya what I experienced...\"\n\nKaly sits up a bit more in her chair and clears her throat. \"The scene is set. Mist crawling down the cliffs and peaks of the moutain. A lone Kaly looks at her map. She's lost. As she stops by a lake, she spots another and his companion. A wittle baby wolf... Or was it a fox... Definitely wolf. Anyway, she follows this person up to a cave and asks for food and warmth. The stranger is nice and welcoming. Plus, did I mention the baby wolf?!\" As if lost in the eyes of said baby wolf, she stares ahead hazily for a couple beats before shaking her head and continuing. \"We exchange pleasantries and stories. He tells me about his... You guessed it! BABY WOLF! And then this guy comes stumbling in like he's been torched! He's mumbling and stumbling and here I am thinking, 'Man, I'll have what he's having, you know.' But then he tells us he remembers nothing. And I mean NADA. But he seems nice enough, so we share the fire and some food with him and go to sleep. Next morning, we set off and head into this town right here. The guy and the baby wolf, well their path led them to different adventures.\"\n\nTaking a big gulp of mead, she belched loudly and giggled. \"I can't tell ya fellas anymore than that.\"" }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_Pyranel listens to what Kaly said and slowly nods to what she said, \"She speaks well...\" He looks up to them, \"I woke up in a cave system... Alone... With charred forms... And battered gear... I gathered what I could... Not knowing what happened. Once I grabbed stuff that I thought I would need... I went wandering... For a few days before stumbling onto Kaly here...\" He grabbed a mug and drunk some of the stuff, his face contorting into disgust before putting it down, \"Nope... Don't like that...\"_\n\n_The dwarves look between each other before slowly nodding, \"We heard of an explosion...\" Bromson looks back at Pyranel, \"Well... We now know what happened... In a way...\" He looks between the two before, \"As for supplies... All Things General can help... And as for smithy...\" He points to one of his fellows, \"He'll lead you there... Along with leading you to All Things...\" He smiles slightly, \"But sit... Rest for a mo... Among friends...\"_" }, { "author": "Kaly", "message": "Raising her tankard, she downed the rest of it, belched again, and wiped the foam off her lip. \"Yes! Let's sit among friends! Sit, drink, and eat! What's the best thing you can get from this tavern?\" She turned to each of the dwarves, hoping for an answer that contained the words \"Mashed\" And \"Potatoes\". \n\nShe took the pitcher of ale and refilled her mug with it. \"Bromson, tell me! What is the best part about being a dwarf? I would think it'd have to be the beard, am I right?!\" She giggled with a sparkle in her eyes." }, { "author": "Pyranel", "message": "_Pyranel sighs a bit before, \"Let us get a roast...\" He looked over to a waitress and gestured her over, \"Some meat and mashed potatoes for the table please...\" He turns away after she nodded. He looked between each of the dwarves then back to Kaly, \"Let's see what we get...\"\n\nBromson chuckled slightly at Kaly, \"The beard... Aye.. But I would say the fortitude to drink whatever we want is better!\" He then shows it by downing his tankard in a string of gulps. He lets out a belch and slams it down, \"Always good here!\"_" }, { "author": "Kaly Oakenfury", "message": "With a devilish gleam in her eye, she shouted, \"I KNEW I LIKED YOU! Me, being part dwarf, I got that same trait. Thankfully, I did not get the beard. I don't think it'd suit me.\" A big, hearty laugh from deep within her belly thundered across the table.\n\nShe waved to a bar employee that was passing the table. \"Hey! Id like a roast, some potatoes, and rolls for the table please. Oh! And two more pitchers! Can't leave this company sober, am I right?!\" She winked at Bromson as the employee nodded and walked away. \n\nRaising her tankard in the air, she began a toast. \"To my new friends, may I bless ya with my father's favorite toast: 'May the waters be smooth. May the shining sun be bright. May your troubles be soothed. May only dreams visit you at night. May the ale stay ice cold. May all your meals be hot. May your best be bold. May the coins be aplenty and a lot. May the gods keep us and ours!\" She clinked her tankard with Bromson's and others then took a big gulp from it." } ]	185	5,229
94.272727	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Leofe Sheldrake", "message": "Elsire Vale bustles with life, the salt of ocean air permeating throughout the city as work and pleasure intermingle in the district of Beacon. And out at its eastern height, stands The Sky Pillar. Tall and proud on its starward seat. \nAt its base stands a holy site, a great cathedral, from which the pillar bursts at its centre. Acting as both architectural reverence and strategic protection to The Sky Pillar.\n\nFrom amongst the coming and goings of the common folk, the merchants, fisherman and whatever religious institution was laying claim to the Pillar, A tired young halfling traveller stumbles into the cathedral in hopes of respite and refuge. It has, after all, been quite the trek. Having come from Cretaine, they had travelled for weeks without encountering any form of civilisation. As much as Leofe enjoyed their isolation, they had missed the buzz of people. So they headed inwards as soon as they hit the city of Elsire Vale, to the most populated place they could find, and just bathed in the warmth of strangers.\nThey finally stopped in the centre of the cathedral, they let their eyes wander from the people, to the pillar, then to the architecture. As they wandered, they began to notice the creatures at the highest points, in the open arches. Some facing inwards, some outwards. The gargoyles.\nFascinating creatures, gargoyles. In most places where they appear, some are real and alive, while some not. Which would it be here? And which ones?" }, { "author": "Gar", "message": "Gar sat high above the traffic of Elsire Vale, nestled nicely behind the mighty pillar of the cathedral. He spent his time scanning for anything or anyone interesting when eventually the little gargoyle found the halflings gaze. It was not often that someone stopped to admire the architecture of this busy place and so the teensy beasty decided to reward it with a prank.\n\nThe moment Leofe's gaze left Gar he assumed a different pose, one way more foolish. Both his thumbs plugged his ears leaving the rest of his fingers out like two big fans. He stuck out his tongue and scrunched his face to make it as strange as possible and then... He froze, waiting there patiently and hoping that Leofe would notice." }, { "author": "Leofe Sheldrake", "message": "Leofe glanced around and around, scanning every gargoyle carefully. Then startled with a laugh as they noticed one had finally changed its position. They chuckled and flitted their eyes away, allowing some time for Gar to change position again." }, { "author": "Gar", "message": "When Leofe looks back he would notice that this time it was gone. Was Leofe going crazy!? Not quite... Instead the little creature was working his way down to anno- greet him in person." }, { "author": "Leofe Sheldrake", "message": "They glanced about, searching for the scamp. Leofe finally found him, the little beasty was making his way slowly down a pillar just left of their annexe. They watched quietly, hoping not to spook the gargoyle, their aura warm and safe." }, { "author": "Gar", "message": "The gargoyle lowered himself to a point where he was near head height to most passerbys. He stood on the edge and motioned Leofe over with a little clawed hand." }, { "author": "Leofe Sheldrake", "message": "They wandered over to join him, moving out of the line of sight of the rest of the passers by so they might not disturb them. And tipped their wide brimmed hat to the gargoyle, with an introduction.\n\"Leofe Sheldrake, at your service, dear friend. And who might you be?\"" }, { "author": "Gar", "message": "Perfect! Just as Leofe leaned over to tip their hat the gargoyle reached out to snatch it. Yoink! With the hat in his mouth he began to quickly scurry up the building snickering as he did so." }, { "author": "Leofe Sheldrake", "message": "Leofe rolled their eyes and laughed as they ran alongside the Gar ass he scampered along the upper architecture. Leading round and round until they found a small alcove with a set of stairs. Leofe grinned mischievously and ran up them, disappearing into the darkness. Until, they suddenly appeared in front of Gar, on the edge of the upper ledge." }, { "author": "Gar", "message": "The gargoyle smirks, still with hat in mouth as Leofe corners him on the ledge. He certainly wasn't expecting that! In a split second decision the teeny critter leaps off the edge of the building plummeting to his de- oh wait no! He has wings! He glides back down enjoying this game of keep-away!" }, { "author": "Leofe Sheldrake", "message": "Leofe's heart swoops as he waits until the last moment to open his wings. Then grins, a game then? Alright. They ran back down the stairs, following Gar from below. As they passed through the busiest parts of the Cathedral with the most eyes, they slowed to a walk, but their eyes never left the gargoyle. Once they were into another alcove, they followed again at a run, laughing as Gar swooped and weaved through the colonnades and up through ribbed vaulting." } ]	69	1,037
234.647059	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "The goblins had managed to get Velvet and Claire seperated from one another and unfortunately, Velvet was dealing with a literal horde of the things. They kept coming at her no matter how many she struck down with her scythe and though she called out to Claire as she tried to escape the little creatures, her companion was nowhere to be seen.\n\n\"Miss Claire!? Where are you,\" She yelled, suddenly tripping over a tripwire trap and falling facedown into a net that was hidden under some brush. Immediately it hoisted her up off of the ground, her shortsword blade slipping out of the net and falling to the forest floor. \"Eeek!! Let me out of here at once!\"\n\nThe goblins circled around her and exchanged grins, ogling the beautiful human woman and cackling among themselves as they said something to one another in their little gibberish language. Quite concerningly, Velvet immediately noticed the goblins beginning to grow quite large erections that lifted up their loinclothes, revealing their throbbing green cocks." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "A horde of goblins managed to separate Claire and velvet,I guess the dwarf either forgot to add it to the map due to his drunken state or he didn't know that the path to Elsir vale went right through an area where goblins hunted.\n\nClaire would try to get to velvet but every time she killed one,two more would take their place,her new hammer being put through its paces,each blow of the hammer would squish the goblins like a fat kid stepping on a bug.\n\nSurprisingly after killing a few more goblins they would start to \"Retreat\",heading into the forest.Without any hesitation Claire would run after them,her mind and heart would begin to race.These goblins were a common nuisance on a normal day since they usually hang around the outskirts of cities,opportunistically waiting to steal or even kill those who are alone and or weak, but these goblins would be... Different somehow,they seemed more reckless than the usual goblins,the ones she has seen usually retreat if they loose enough goblins but these ones just threw themselves at both Claire and velvet,maybe they we're desperate? Soon enough Claire would get her answer" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Cutting the net down, the goblins dragged Velvet off towards their camp and immediately one of them made sure that she would be good and weak by wetting a cloth with something from a flask and putting it over her mouth and nose. These goblins had done this several times before to other unfortunate adventurers, but this was by far their most beautiful catch yet.\n\nVelvet started to feel woozy and weakened, her body seeming to grow heavy and her mind clouded as a warm and fuzzy sensation spread through her. \"Whaaaa'd you do... To meeee? Fwah?~\" Her eyes widened and she clutched at her lower abdomen as she suddenly felt a tickly, warm sensation. Not in her belly but in her... Her womb. \n\n\"O-Ohgod f-feeel'sh... Weird,\" She whined as an intense arousal began to bloom deep inside her womanhood. The goblins smirked and soon they had her out of the net and set about removing her armor and ogling just how beautiful this human was. She was big and strong, but had such a lewd chest and a nice, plump ass. Grabbing her hair, one of them sniffed it and then coiled it around his cock, jerking himself off with her silky locks as another sat on her tummy and sandwiched himself between her tits, humping them. \"Nhuu... Nhooooo, get off'a me~ Please, somebody... Help me~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "After running through the wooden terrain Claire would reach the net trap, but she seems to have just missed them.Looking around the area Claire would catch the gleam of a short sword,which she would retrieve from the forest floor,for now she'd put this sword into her bag of holding for safe keeping.\n\nAfter looking around Claire would spot goblin tracks and the signs of a struggle,if Claire's heart wasn't racing then it would be now.Who knows what they are doing to velvet,were they taking her back to their camp to butcher and eat her? No they usually kill their prey first,so why were they taking her back? Goblins prefer to take shiny things and or already killed meat back to their camp,either way Claire would have to move fast,which she proceeded to do." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "As the goblins circled around, they were cocky in believing they would have all the time in the world to play with their newest toy. As such, they indulged their more degenerate impulses before getting right to the sex. Velvet's half lidded eyes teared up and she squeaked as she felt hot little tongues dragging over her gorgeous, pale skin. It felt so gross and weird! After some fighting among themselves, one finally managed to get his head between her legs and started greedily eating her pussy, making Velvet moan and squirm weakly.\n\n\"Uooooh!?~ Ohmy... G-ghod, why'sh this feelin'... GoooOOOoood!?~ Kyaaaaah!!~\" The goblins chuckled and she felt a fat cock rested in each of her hands. She weakly grasped them and began to pump their cocks. Why am I doing this? My body is... Betraying me... Her face was turned and suddenly a smelly, unwashed cock was stuffed down her throat without warning, making Velvet gag loudly and roll her eyes up. \n\nBy the time that Claire would reach their camp, the goblins had managed to splatter her body with plenty of their stinking goblin semen and one of them had her legs spread, his tip already nudging at her pussy lips as two goblins essentially hugged her wrists and kept them pinned down. \"Nooooo!! N-Not there, that place is f-for someone special!!\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claires anger would begin to bubble up to the surface as her mind raced with the thought of what these goblins are doing to velvet right now,from how she'd manage to collect herself as she ran through the forest,following the trail of goblin tracks.\n\n\"These goblins are going to get it once I reach them,I'll tear their heads right off there heads and shove them up their!-\" She collect herself once more,barely keeping her anger in check\n\nBy the time Claire reached the camp her eyes would widen,seeing these goblins forcefully pleasuring themselves to velvets body,her body covered in their stinky cum,the goblins making her jerk them off,then once she heard velvet yell out and saw them opening her legs that would be it for them.Claires rage would bubble over,her body would begin to transform,her hands and feet slowly transforming into paws,her face slightly elongating,patterned fur \nSlowly enveloped her body,then with the transformation over,her new form would let out a loud roar which would frighten all the nearby birds,sending them flying away from their roosts,this sudden commotion along with this roar would surely grab the attention of the goblins." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "As she heard a booming roar, Velvet looked up from between the little goblins still climbing all over her and saw Claire transforming into some... Thing. While her form looked terrifying, Velvet felt her heart skip a beat. Claire had come to rescue her! She knew that Claire wouldn't abandon her! \"Please... H-help me...\"\n\nSeeing what their toy's companion had just turned into, the goblins stopped what they were doing immediately and began to panic, some of them fleeing further into their little encampment while others begang grabbing spears and waving them at Claire. The irony was that they had built tall walls out of sharpened logs to keep animals out of there camp, but now with Claire standing on all fours in front of the only exit, those walls were keeping them trapped. \n\nVelvet wasn't able to help, all she could do was lay there and pant, but she knew that she was safe now. There was no way that Miss Claire would ever allow herself to lose to these pathetic creatures. She had an insight of their camp splattered with goblin blood and entrails and closed her eyes, breathing a sigh of relief." }, { "author": "The narrator", "message": "Not wasting anytime Claire would lunge at the closest goblin,grabbing it by the hand,and like the guillotines of old,it's hand would be bitten clean off its body with ear splitting \"Crunch\"\n\nThis goblin would try to crawl away but it wouldn't get far as Claire stood on top of its body,then like something out of mortal kombat Claire would grab the goblins head and with swift motion she'd remove the goblins head spine and all.Then she'd pounce on the next goblins,tearing them apart like a fat man at an all you can eat buffet.Velvet would hear the sounds of goblins screaming for their lives,such screams would fall on deaf ears.Some of the goblins would lob their spears at Claire,sure they come into contact with her body but they'd barely deter her.Some tried to hide away in their little tents but many of them would be dragged out of their tents like how they dragged their previous victims back here,but now the turns have tabled.\n\nClaire's transformed face was absolutely coated in goblin blood, but she wasn't done yet... She'd drag a helpless goblin through dirt as it kicked and screamed for mercy, but all that did was tighten Claire's bear trap like grip on its legs,causing it more pain,then in what could be seen as cruel irony Claire would grab the goblins genitalia and bit down on them hard then letting it go(fun fact hyenas have been seen biting the testicular area of their prey),causing immense pain, but it's suffering wouldn't be for long as it crawled away,leaving a trail of blood towards its lifeless corpse.The goblin massacre would go on for what seemed like hours to a drugged velvet,all she heard was the faint blood curtaling screams,it seems that Calire found those who fled to the back of their camp.\n\nThe moon would be at it hugest by the time the screams lessen to the point of eerie silence.All that velvet could hear was the sound of deep breathing and the sound of blood dripping onto the ground." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "All that was left was one goblin,which made a break for the exit, but it wouldn't make it,Claire's new hammer would splatter the goblins head,sending brain matter and skull fragments around the entrance and exit while it body sputtered blood like a broken hose as it collapsed onto the ground.\n\nClaires entire face and body would be coated in goblin blood with spears still lodged in her shoulders,the horrid taste of goblin blood would still be lingering in her mouth. Pure adrenaline would be keeping her walking.\n\nClaire would collect velvets armor,carrying it over to her and placing it near her body,the stench of goblin entrails and blood would be strong.Omce all of velvets armor was retrieved Claire,out of pure muscle memory would grab her last healing potion and would feed it to velvet,gently helping her swallow it,it should help velvet overcome that aphrodisiac the goblins gave to her.Once the potion bottle was empty Claire would rest her hand onto one of velvets hands and just... Waited." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "While Claire was slaughtering her way through the goblin camp, Velvet could hear their little shrieks of fear and agony and the sounds of crunching, squishing, ripping flesh. She couldn't move... She couldn't even lift her head to look around and she still felt hot and fuzzy all over. All that Velvet could do was to lay there and pant, reminding herself that it would all be over soon. Miss Claire was here now and Miss Claire wouldn't let anything happen to her!\n\nAs the hulking, blood splattered werehyena stalked over to her, Velvet opened her eyes and gazed up at her savior. She was still a filthy mess from what the goblins had done to her. She hated that Claire was seeing her in such a shameful state - or at least, such a shameful state that had not been caused by Claire herself. As the potion was lifted to her lips, Velvet slowly drank it down and closed her eyes, whimpering as she felt some of the more unpleasant effects of the aphrodesiac wearing off. She was able to move again and the foggy, drugged state of her mind began to lift. \n\nShe immediately grabbed at a strip of cloth and began wiping the mess off of her, wanting to get rid of any traces of filthy goblin cum. Suddenly she just stopped and hugged her knees to her chest, crying and looking away from Claire. \"I'm sorry, I l-let them... Now Miss Claire will not want me anymore,\" She sniffled, trembling at the thought of her companion disowning her after what had happened." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "As Claire waited for the effects of the drug to wear off she would wipe herself off,disrobing herself since her clothes would firmly penetrated by goblin blood and the scent of goblin entrails,the only bits of clothes uneffected by the blood was her purple lingerie.Once she was disrobed Claire would begin to clean herself off with some cloth,wiping her skin clean of any blood.\n\nAs soon as she heard velvet sniffle Claire would wrap velvet in a warm comforting hug,embracing her tightly,using another rag to gently wipe away any remenance of goblin cum and dirt from velvets body,all the while holding her tightly.Once done wiping velvet off Claire would softly whisper.\n\n \"It's ok,let it all out... My good girl velvet\" She would then lightly kiss velvet on the forehead,holding her close to her body like a mother consoling a newborn baby" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "As soon as she felt those arms wrapping around her, Velvet snuggled into Claire and cried. The experience had been horrible, but the worst part had been the fear that Miss Claire wouldn't want her after what the goblins were about to do. If she hadn't arrived in time, they would have... Have...\n\nIt took a little time, but after a while Velvet was finally able to calm herself and the tears stopped. Wiping her eyes, she looked up at Claire. \"You mean that you... Still want me after those creatures did such filthy things to my body,\" She asked. Just remembering the way that it had felt having them touching her, licking her and... Ejaculating on her send a shudder through Velvet.\n\nAny of those things would have been pure bliss if Miss Claire were the one doing them to her, but she never wanted anyone else to touch her the way those goblins had. Wincing, she placed a hand on her lower abdomen and a little moan escaped past her lips. The drug the goblins had used, its effects weren't fully wearing off... She still felt that fluttery hot and fuzzy feeling inside of her, like she needed... Something." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would look deep into velvets eyes,her amber eyes slightly red,it's a side effect of her transformation. It would be for what felt like an eternity for Claire to speak\n\n\"Yes... I do\" In a split second Claire's lips would lock with velvets,affirming her answer with a loving action,even though velvet had such a thing happen to her,Claire wasn't that shallow or cruel to abandon her due to something that wasn't her fault.\n\nTheir lips would stay locked for a while longer,but as expected Claire's \"Sword\" Would want some kissing but this isn't the place to do such a thing so Claire would continue to hug velvet.\n\n\"When you're ready we will head to somewhere far from this accursed place.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "As Claire's red eyes gazed into Velvet's own and the massive werehyena assured her that she was still wanted, Velvet felt her heart skip a beat. Perhaps it was the drugs that the goblins had used on her, but... Velvet would have allowed Claire to take her right here, amidst the remains of the goblins if she pressed on. \n\nAs it was, Velvet found herself kissing the massive beast, feeling Claire's tongue sliding deep into her mouth and even reaching to her throat. Moaning, she kissed Claire back and her hands gently traced over the werehyena's chiseled muzzle. Velvet's heart was racing, she was feeling... Needy. So needy! But then CLair said that they needed to move on from here.\n\nNodding, Velvet got up and began dressing herself again, a small whimper leaving her as she blushed and lifted her sword back into its sheath. It was obvious that something was wrong with her still, but she was too embarrassed to say what it was. The way that her armor and the catsuit she wore underneath it was cupping her breasts and causing the slightest bit of friction between her legs was... It was maddening! \n\n\"I am... Hnnnf, I am r-reay, Miss Claire,\" She said, panting and biting her lip as she followed behind her companion." }, { "author": "The narrator", "message": "With that the two would leave the now destroyed goblin encampment,leaving what remained of the goblins behind for the local scavengers to pick over,after seeing what these goblins did she had no remorse for them,Claire wouldn't even give them the dignity of a proper burial. After what seemed like an hour of walking through the forest the two would reach a secluded clearing,far away from the goblin encampment and from the nearest dirt path for extra privacy.\n\nAfter making a fire Claire would rustle around her bag of holding and pulled out small potion bottles full of water.Claire would give one to velvet,the water should help flush the goblin drugs from her body.\n\n\"How are you feeling velvet?\" Claire would calmly ask velvet" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"I f-feel okay,\" She said once they got to the clearing. She was still panting and... Sweating. Her skin was flushed and it was getting really hard for her to concentrate on anything but the desire that was burning inside of her. As she watched Claire making the fire, she started pulling off her armor. She felt too hot inside of it, like she was suffocating! Peeling off her catsuit, she got completely naked and grabbed the water, chugging it all down. \"Pwaaaah! Thank you! S-So hot... All over...\"\n\nLooking at Claire, she trembled a little bit. The water helped a little, but she wanted it... She Needed It! Claire would see that Velvet had a foggy look in her half lidded eyes and her pupils had become... Little pink hearts? Getting down on her knees, she crawled up behind Claire and hugged her, nuzzling into the hyena's cheek. \n\n\"Claire, please can you... Help me? I need you,\" She said in a breathy voice. The hyena would smell that the sweat had washed away all of the goblin semen from before. Now all that Velvet smelled of was her strong girl musk, an alluring scent that was full of her human pheromones. \"I can't bear it any longer...\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would lightly nod before chugging the water like velvet just did,all that goblin killing made her thirsty.After drinking the water Claire would tend to the fire but she'd get somewhat... Distracted by Velvet stripping down to birthday suit.By the gods velvet was sexy,so sexy that I'm sure she could make even a snowman hot and bothered.\n\nOnce Claire returned to reality she'd see velvet tremble,whatever that drug was made of it was still working its way through velvets system... Are those little pink hearts in her eyes?What did those terrible goblins put into that drug?\n\nJust then Claire would feel the warmth emitting from velvets body,nuzzling her face into Claire's cheek... She was acting like a rabbit in mating season.Just then the distinct scent of pheromones hit Claire in the nose like a wave of water,this smell along with how velvet was acting would mean that she's hornier than a Texas longhorn.\n\nThey both have been through a lot in a couple hours so maybe getting naughty in nature would help the both of them out.With that Claire would remove her lingerie,revealing the rest of her muscular body,along with her member which was its flaccid size at the moment.\n\nClaire would lean back against a tree and spread her legs,allowing her own musk whaft towards velvet,basically inviting velvet to enjoy her sword when she was ready" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Seeing Claire stripping down, Velvet felt her heart racing and her pussy starting to dribble down her thighs. As the hyena turned and sat against the tree, she would be met with a gorgeous sight. Velvet sitting on her knees, the moonlight showing her glistening skin and the sweat clouds wafting off of her body. Her massive tits heaved with her heavy breaths as she gazed longingly at Claire's \"Sword.\" \n\nCrawling to Claire, she mewled as the heavy stink of the futa's musk filled her own nose with powerful pheromones. This smell was... The best! It made Velvet swoon and she didn't hesitate for a moment to get between the hyena's legs, inhaling more of that yummy stink and starting to lick and smooch the hyena's nutsack, cleaning all the sweat off of it as she stuck her ass out and wiggled it. \"Fufufu, Miss Claire's sword has gotten dirty... I will polish it for you, Ma'am~\"\n\nAfter lovingly doting on Claire's balls, Velvet began licking her way up the hyena's shaft, her fingers gently caressing it as she made her way to the head of her companion's dick. Something was different about this, Velvet was being much more aggressive than usual. Without any warning she opened up and sheathed Claire's cock down her throat, gagging a little and moaning as she started giving some extremely sloppy head, bobbing and loudly slurping as she gazed up at Claire with those heart-filled eyes." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "This sudden aggressiveness would startle Claire for a moment,but the sudden shock would quickly end as she felt velvet working her knob like it owed her money.\n\nFor the time being Claire would be hands off,keeping her hands to the side on the ground,she figured that letting velvet play with her sword for a while would help the remnants of the goblin sex drug get out of her system.The sound of velvet's moans and her \"Eager\" Sucking would make her cock throb like crazy, I guess this drug makes a person uncontrollably horny,it all makes sense now... But she'd worry about that later and just enjoyed getting some agressive head from the incredibly beautiful woman in front of her,her ass glistening in the moonlight,the scent of her musk and sweat clouds would be driving Claire's sword crazy" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Mmmmhnf, mmmMMMmmmn~\" Velvet's slurping and slobbering noises were quite obscene, but in the most erotic way. She was pursing her lips and sucking the life out of Claire's dick while shoving it down her throat mercilessly. The taste of dick was coating her tongue and the reward of getting to shove her nose into the hyena's pubes every time she got all the way to the base was divine. Sucking cock felt so good! \n\nVelvet had become absolutely ravenous and just as it seemed like she couldn't take things any further, Velvet pulled off of Claire's dick with a loud, wet \"Pop\" And started giving her a wet, sloppy handjob while swirling her tongue around the head. \"Miss Claire... I feel so hot, like I'm goin' crazy~ Please, I want you to, fwaaaah, m-mate with me~ Please, Miss Claire, take my virginity~\"\n\nWIth that, she blushed bright red and dove back down onto the hyena's cock, batting her lashes up at Claire and making wet gagging sounds as she slobbered on it. Despite how she was acting, Velvet's request wasn't solely because of the drugs. She had realized that she wanted to make sure that her first time would be with Claire and after what just happened she didn't want to risk waiting any longer..." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire's face would turn a light shade of red at velvets request,on one hand she didn't want to take advantage of this situation since it was most likely the drug talking, on the other had velvets request seemed to be genuine even if some of the drug was still making its way out of her body.After a few minutes of thinking,Claire would take up velvets request.\n\nWhile looking velvet in the eyes Claire would respond\n\n\"I will mate with you my good girl velvet\" \n\nClaire would gently grab velvets head, another loud,wet \"Pop\" Could be heard,Claire's dick was incredibly lubed up thanks to velvets aggressive sucking \n\n\"But first I want a quick taste.\" She would say while lightly licking her lips" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "In this highly aroused state, being called a \"Good girl\" Had an almost orgasmic effect on Velvet. A shudder went through her body as she heard those words and as she was pulled off of Claire's cock, she whined and a long strand of spit connected her lips to the head of the hyena's enrorged cock. Panting, she gazed up at Claire and she bit her lip, nodding eagerly and laying back onto the cool grass.\n\nShe spread her legs lazily for the hyena, showing off her absolutely drenched little slit with its nicely manicured landing strip of pubes. Her breast, her pussy, the hungry look on her face, it was all too much to possibly resist. Laying her arms above her head, she mewled and watched as Claire licked her lips. \n\n\"Yes, Miss Claire~ I hope that my taste is... To your liking~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Velvets glistening body,her large perky breasts,her drenched slit, and her beautiful face was driving Claire's mind mad,but she keep her composure.With one of her fingers she'd graze velvets drenched slit,taking some of velvets \"Love nectar\" And tasting it.Claires tongue would slowly begin to worm its way into velvets soaking wet pussy,idk if it was due to the drug but velvets \"Love nectar\" Would taste even sweeter than before.After a few moments of slow tasting she'd start licking velvets pussy like a chunky person licking an ice cream cone." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Nhaaaah!~ Ish... Sensitive,\" Velvet whined, arching her back as she felt Claire going down and worming her way into those hot folds. Her taste was absolutely divine, as always, but it seemed to be even stronger and sweeter now from how intense her arousal was. Squirming, Velvet moaned and threw her head back, gasping and panting for any creatures out in the forest to hear. \"Ohhhhh, hnnnnnfuuuUUUuuck!!~ My pussy, my pussy'sh feelin' shoooo goooOOOOD!!!~\"\n\nCurling her toes, Velvet lolled out her tongue and her legs started shaking as she splashed Claire's face with squirt. That was... Quick. Claire had only just started eating her pussy and she was already cumming? Had the drugs made her that much more sensitive? Gasping, Velvet's chest heaved and she whined desperately. It felt so good, but she wanted more!" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "After cleaning velvets squirt from her face she'd give velvets ass a light slap as \"Punishment\" For cumming too early.Eitherway Claire would savor the taste of velvets love nectar,enjoying its sweet taste.\n\nNow it's time to get down to business... Claire would gently flip velvet into her back(thank you wereyena strength),gently held onto velvets legs,angled her dick and miss,she's miss on the first thrust,causing her girthy dick to slap velvets belly. Might as well try again... Alrightly dick aligned and bam,Claire's tip would be inside velvets tight pussy which gripped her tip like a boa constrictor constricting its next meal.For the moment Claire would slowly worm half her dick deep into velvets pussy" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "She squeaked as her ass was slapped and whined, gazing over her shoulder at Claire as the hyena wiped the pussy juices off of her face. As she was flipped over onto her back, Velvet panted and gave the hyena a hungry, shamelessly horny look of pure lust. Her eyes went to that fat, throbbing sword between Claire's legs and as it slapped down on her stomach she actually grinned seeing that it was going to reach past her belly button when it was all the way inside.\n\n\"Yessss, put it in, Miss Claire, I want it,\" She begged, her eyes widening as she felt her slit actually being stretched. There was pain, but thankfully the goblin drugs had actually dulled the pain quite a bit. As Claire pushed into her slit, she would feel the most incredible heat and tightness wrapping around her dick. As it reached the halfway point, she whined and dug her fingers into the grass as a tiny trickle of blood rand down Claire's pole. She had just broken Velvet's hymen. \"S-Shoooo big... Ish it... Gunna fit?~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "The incredible heat and tightness of velvets pussy would feel absolutely amazing.Once she saw a tiny trickle of blood Claire would hesitate slightly,quite ironic considering that she was coated in goblin blood earlier.Claire would debate on pulling out due to the blood but she was already half way inside and she did say she'd mate with her and she isn't one to go back on her word so sore would keep at it,slowly working the rest of her dick deep inside velvets pussy... Till her tip reached velvets womb,which was strange feeling. Now that Claire was completely inside of velvet she would begin to move her hips,slowly thrusting in and out,her tip hitting the right spots.\n\n\"How are you holding up my good girl velvet?\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Velvet could feel Claire hesitate after her hymen was broken and despite the fact it hurt, her heart began throbbing and she got even more turned on. Not by the pain, but by how much her companion really cared about her. Hugging onto Claire, she pulled the hyena against her so that her tits were completely smothering her face and filling her nose with that heavy, exquisite girl-musk. \n\n\"Please... D-dun stop... I can take it, Miss Claire!~\" As she felt the hyena fully sheathe herself, the tip just barely breaching her cervix and into her womb, Velvet's eyes rolled up slightly. \"Ughuuui!?~\" \n\nWhat was that spot that Claire's cock had just hit!? Something deep inside her tummy that made her head feel all fuzzy and sent waves of pleasure all through her body, out to her fingertips and her toes. She whined and squirmed as Claire started slowly sawing in and out, gasping each tipe the hyena hit her cervix. \"I-Ish... GoooOOOood!~ Miss Claire, my tummy... F-feel'sh funny!!~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire was about to say something but then she'd be smothered by a pair of large tits,velvets large tits to be specific,the scent of girl musk would be filling her nose with the elegant scent of pheromones.\n\nThankfully velvets massive tits didn't cover her ears,so she would hear velvets whines and moaning,that and the pheromones flooding her nose would unlock something in Claire's head.Claire would start to speed up her thrusting speed from a snails pace,to that of a male rabbit in spring.With each fast thrust her tip would keep pressing up against velvets womb,while the rest of her sword would be hitting the right spots,all the while a light \"Plap Plap Plap\" Could be heard thanks to Claire's balls slapping against velvets sweaty ass.* \n\n\"Mmmf mmmmf\" She'd say into velvet tits but thanks to their large size it would muffle any words that Claire was saying." }, { "author": "bado_kun", "message": "\"Ahhhhhhn!?~ Oh yes, ohhhhhhh yes, Miss Claire!!~ Yes, yes, yeeeEEEeees!!~\" As the small hyena started plowing Velvet with her meaty, throbbing \"Sword\" Something also seemed to unlock inside of Velvet. She became like an animal in heat, her loud, lusty cries of pleasure filling the night air as she clung onto Claire. She kept the hyena wrapped in her arms, crushing their bodies together and keeping the hyena's head completely buried. Meanwhile, her toes dug into the grass and Velvet squirmed, moaning and gasping for breath. \"Miss Claire, Miss CLAAAAAAAAIRE!!!~\"\n\nThrowing her head back, Velvet squealed and her entire body shoo as she felt an orgasm more intense than anything she had ever experienced before. That place deep inside of her that Claire's tip was hitting exploded with a pleasure that made her see stars. Letting out a literal scream of pleasure, her toes curled and her legs shook as she rolled her eyes up in a very silly looking face of utter bliss. Around her dick, the hyena would feel Velvet's pussy heating up and gushing hot, fresh juices all around her.\n\n\"KYAAAAAAH!!!~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Velvets cries of pleasure would motivate Claire to plow her even faster,increasing her thrusting speed up to maximum,a side effect of this increased speed,was the night air filled with a loud clapping sound,combined with velvets cries of pleasure would make you think that its mating season. The warmth of their bodies pressed together would make a wyrms fire breath look like a small sparkler.The scent and warmth of velvet's body would be driving her crazy.\n\nJust then velvets scream of pleasure and the sudden hot,fresh juices would make Claire pull velvet all the ways down her sword,causing Claire's tip to enter velvets womb.This new side of velvet would cause Claire's sword to cum, stuffing her womb full of her sweet,warm cum,you think Claire would pull out after cumming right? No... Claire would grab onto velvet,lifting her up and placing her back onto the tree.Once velvet was in place Claire would start to thrust once again,even though her cum was leaking out of velvets pussy with each thrust she'd keep on thrusting,looking to cum a second time.\n\n\"I'm not stopping till your womb is full of my hot seed my good girl velvet!\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "The sudden merciless plapping of her pussy had Velvet's eyes widening as she gritted her teeth and drooled, grinning like an idiot as she felt that sensitive little ring of muscle deep inside her being battered relentlessly. She grunted and squealed as she felt her orgasm starting all over again, and again, and again each time she was thrusted into. \"Huuuuuuhn, cum iiiiin meeeEEEE!!!~\"\n\nThen she felt it. The tip of Claire's mighty sword pierced her womb and she began pulsing like crazy. The sound so semen splattering into her womb filled Velvet's ears and she could feel its heat flooding her belly, drenching her eggs and making her completely roll her eyes up. This wasn't just an orgasm, it was... It was Better Than an orgasm. She was being bred!~\n\nMewling and panting hard, Velvet thought she was done, only to be lifted up and spun around with ease, Pressing her chest against the tree, she spread her legs and lowered her hips down to the hyena's level as her sloppy slit was pierced again, causing her to squeal happily and grip onto the tree trunk.\n\n\"Miss... Nghhhhhh... Claaaaaaire!!~ So amazing, Miss Claire is so amazing and sex,\" She cried out, moaning and gazing over her shoulder with a big, naughty smile. \"I want all of Miss Claire's, h-hot, baby batter inside of me!!~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Velvet's words of \"Encouragement\" Would press on with the \"Impregnation\" Of velvet,the tip of her \"Sword\" Would now easily slip in and out of velvets womb,hitting all the right places as it went in and out.\n\nThe sounds of moaning,plapping,screams of pleasure would echo throughout this clearing,thankfully for those who are residing in the nearby city of elsir vale the trees would keep the sounds of their sexual escapade from reaching the ears of their fair citizens.\n\nVelvets wish would be fulfilled,and just like that Claire's sword would spew its hot steamy load of cum deep into velvets womb,engulfing her eggs in its seed like high tide engulfing parts of a beach.A few more minutes of thrusting would lead Claire toward a third climax but for this one she'd pull out of velvet,placing her on her knees, then without warning would shove her whole sword down velvets warm moist throat.The pulses of warm seed would be shot into velvets stomach with the skill and precision of a seasoned surgeon.For one final display of her swords power Claire would gently pull it out of velvets throat to shoot the remnants of her seed onto velvets face,giving her face a good coating of \"Paint\" .Once that was down Claire would start to lightly pant from all the effort that went into giving velvet her wish to have Claire take her virginity." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Being pressed up against the tree, Velvet moaned her head off, her cries becoming like a wild animal being mated with. Sweat poured off of her and pussy juices streamed down her thighs. As they furiously fucked like rabbits during mating season, Velvet came more times than she could count, beginning to get wobbly on her feet and clinging onto the tree for dear life as Claire absolutely bludgeoned her womb with that thick breeding pole.\n\nAs it slid out and she was pushed down to her knees, Velvet let out a squeal of surprise that was quickly muffled by cock. Gagging, her eyes rolled up and she began slurping around it, tasting herself all over Claire and finding it oddly arousing. As she felt Claire's sword pulse, her eyes fluttered closed and she began gulping down her Mistress' thick, salty sweet cream, only to find herself being splattered all over her face and tits with it. Gasping, she panted and peeked open the one eye that wasn't glued shut, running her fingers over her sticky tits and gazing up at Claire.\n\n\"Phaaaah... M-Miss Claire, I think that you accidentally... Pulled out too soon,\" She mewled, oblivious to the fact this had been done intentionally. \"Now I am all sticky~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"Oh we aren't done yet my good girl velvet\" Claire hard \"Sword\" Would stand tall above velvets face,some cum would drip down from it and land on velvets face.Then out of nowhere Claire grab velvet by the waist,lifting her up until her dripping pussy was right above Claire's tip.Then without a word, Claire would go balls deep into velvet,not letting her move up as her whole tip went deep inside velvets womb.\n\n\"Don't move till I say so,you got it my good girl velvet?\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "As she looked up at that huge, throbbing slab, Velvet found herself almost hypnotized by it, to the point where it took her a moment to realize that Claire was talking to her. As a big, long strand of cum drooled down towards her face, she stuck out her tongue and managed to catch it. \"Mmmm... Miss Claire isn't done yet?~ Eeep!?~\"\n\nAs she was lifted up, Velvet was... Surprised to say the least. She was much larger than Claire and so she hadn't been expecting to be held up with such ease. It was easy to forget just how strong Miss Claire was! Moaning, she felt the hyena's sword stabbing into her pussy, the tip entering her womb and making her tremble as she clung onto her companion, causing her to once against smother Claire's head into her cleavage.\n\n\"Fwaaah!~ Y-Yes, Ma'am... Its hard, though... I wanna... Feel it again~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire wasn't one to deny a request such as this,so using her immense strength Claire would begin to lift velvet up and down her cock,like she was Claire's personal fuck toy.Each time that her \"Sword\" Went in it some of her dick along with her tip would reach the deepest depths of velvets womb.Claire could get used to having someone like velvet around,her eagerness to learn, her shy,sensitive demeanor, her ability to kill,her warm body pressing up against hers on a cold day... All this would make Claire's heart skip a beat, but such a thing wouldn't stop her from achieving another orgasm (which is coming soon don't you worry)" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Ahhhhn!!~ Aaaaah!!!~ Miss Claaaaaaire!!!~\" Clinging onto the hyena, Velvet moaned and threw her head back, gasping as she felt that thick pole stabbing deep into her pussy. Being easily handled by the smaller female was so surprising and arousing! Each time she dropped down onto Claire's sword, Velvet squealed and her toes curled as she felt her hot, soft pussy fully impaled by it. Her arms wrapped tight around the hyena and she drew her legs tight around her companion, gasping as she was forced into another orgasm. \"Ughuuuuiiiii!!!~\"\n\nLolling her tongue out, Velvet made a lewd ahegoe face, her eyes crossing as she suddenly started squeezing down around Claire and gushed her juices all over the forest floor. Shaking, she mewed loudly for the hyena and smothered her companion into her body, having a loud, shaking orgsam and letting out cries that echoed through the night air." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "With each thrust of Claire's hips her \"Sword would continue to impale deep into velvets womb,striking it with the precision of a heart surgeon but with the primal power that only a wild beast could do.Claire could feel velvets sweaty arms and sumptuous legs wrap around her like a snake coiling its prey. Claire herself was getting close to cumming,but velvet would once again beat her in this regard,her warm juices would gush out and all over Claire's body and face,which felt like taking a nice warm morning shower.\n\nOnce velvets wild,loud cries of ecstasy silenced Claire would firmly grasp the incredibly sweaty velvet,slowly lifting her off her dick,one inch at a time till a light \"Pop\"...Claire's long girthy \"Sword\" Would be throbbing,slightly aching for release as Claire laid velvet on her back.Velvets elegant,sweaty,beautiful body would be driving her \"Sword\" Crazy, with that Claire would begin to stroke her own cock,itself gushing with pre,some panting and light grunting could be heard emitting from Claire's mouth.Then after a few minutes Claire would let out a loud moan and unleashed the biggest load of cum that she's ever had,I'm talking about elven hentai levels of cum,all of it costing velvets body,from her long flowing hair and beautiful face,to her large perky breasts,her well toned belly,to her thick thighs and well manicured feet,then as a final Hail Mary Claire would shoot the last of her load into velvets mouth,coating the inside of her mouth with Claire's warm sweet,sticky load\n\n\"Aw you look so pretty when coated in my seed,oh velvet mine\"\n\nClaire would say in between breaths.\n\nClaire would glance at her own body,coated with what remained of velvets warm juices. \n\n\"Oh my,you made me so dirty my good girl velvet.\" She would say before lightly chuckling" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"UuuuUUUUOOOH!!!~ M-Miiiiiish... ClaaaAAAaaaire... I wuuuuuuv it,\" Velvet moaned, panting hard and lolling her tongue out as she was pushed over the edge again, her heart-filled eyes crossing as she suddenly shuddered and her body began shaking. With how hard she was cumming, Velvet was starting to cum her brains out and act... Loopy. It was hard to believe that this blissed out beauty, grinning dumbly and making a ridiculous ahegeo face as she squealed into the night air. It would have been impossible to imagine when they had first met that Velvet was even capable of being this free spirited. \"KYAAAAAH!!!~\"\n\nAfter thoroughly showering Claire with her squirt, Velvet was popped off of the hyena's swrod and laid down, her arms over her head and her butt-length purple hair splayed out all around her. She looked absolutely stunning in the moonlight, with thick clouds of sweat coming off her glistening, pale skin and per lovely slit slightly gaped and dripping. \"Ahhhn... Miss Claire ish gunna do it... Outside!?~ Eeep!!~\" As she felt hot cum splattering her gorgeous body, painting hot, slimy streaks across her skin, she mewled and gave a big, naughty smile, holding her mouth open and making two peace signs as she was coated literally from head to toe with semen. As the mess began coating her face, she giggled and then moaned as she felt her mouth being filled to the brim with piping hot cum.\n\n\"Mbhuuuh!~ Mmmmf...\" Velvet swirled around the cum in her mouth for a few moments before gulping it down and showing her empty mouth with a steamy pant. \"Haaaah... Miss Claire you think so?~\"\n\nAs soon as she heard that Claire was dirty from her juices, she blushed and giggled, shakily climbing up onto her knees and gazing up at her companion. \"I'm sorry, Miss Claire!~ I'll lick you clean right away~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Even though covered with her seed and sweat,velvet could make the moon green with envy with how bright and beautiful she looked,her hair,as purple as the finest silk's,her body as pale and magnificent as the snowy mountains of heatherstead,her eyes deep and purple as a pond full of purple blooming lily pad flowers,her lips(both pairs) as lustrous as the pedals of the finest red roses... All of that together makes my heart skip a beat\"-Claire \n\nWith a light smirk Claire would gently rest her juicy cock on her face.\n\n\"Be thorough with your licking my good girl velvet.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "As that heavy, musky dick was laid across her face, Velvet swooned. When Claire's cock was anywhere near her she felt like her head went empty and all her fears seemed to slip away...\n\nGazing up at the hyena, she began to lick it clean of cum and her own naughty juices, her heart-eyes focused only on Claire as she began growing closer and closer to the tip before opening up that beautiful mouth of hers and swallowing it up. Sucking on Claire's sword, she mewled and began blowing the hyena at full force, slurping and bobbing her head. Velvet really couldn't restrain herself with her companion!\n\nTaking the hyena deep into her tight throat, she mewled and gagged softly, turning this \"Cleaning\" Into a proper throat job! Not that she was neglecting her duties, she would be more than happy to lick every inch of Miss Claire clean but her cock... Required Special Attention." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Even though velvet has sucked Claire's \"Sword\" Before this one felt different... A little more special than ususal,maybe it's just the drug that the goblins used on her,or maybe velvet was developing a taste for her \"Sword\",maybe it's something else entirely...\n\nWhile Claire was looking at the moon,gazing at something that wasn't as beautiful as velvet,but If it were a beauty pageant then the moon would be in 2nd place,right behind velvet... Anyway Claire would feel something wrap around her sword,and when she looked down she'd see velvet gagging on her \"Sword\" Taking it all down her throat... I guess velvet wanted to give her sword a nice deep clean.Claire would rest her hands on velvets head,lightly stroking velvets hair and face like the gentle touches you'd give to someone who you deeply care about." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Moaning around Claire's meaty \"Sword\" As she felt two hands affectionately stroking her, she continued to passionately suck. This was quickly becoming more than just a cleaning as Velvet felt her companion pulsing inside of her throat. The goblin's drugs had almost completely worn off by now, but something much, much more powerful had taken hold of the beauty on her knees before the hyena.\n\nMiss Claire's taste!~ I love Miss Claire's taste so much!~ I want it... Miss Claire's special cream!~\n\n\"Gawk, gawhhhhk!!~\" The sloppy choking sounds and slurping filled Claire's ears like a beautiful melody in the night air. Pushing herself balls deep onto the hyena's dick, she nestled her nose into the hyena's pubes and sucked as if she were starving for her companion's cum." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Velvets \"Enthusiastic\" Sucking and the warmth of her throat would be driving Claire's sword mad,it was still pretty sensitive after giving velvet a nice coat of cum so pre would gushing down velvets throat like a faucet.\n\nClaires body was ready to give in and explode down the beautiful purple haired temptresses throat,but Claire's mind was determined to keep holding on,she wanted to feed her purple haired companion what remained of her warm cream. What seemed like hours would pass,velvet wouldn't cease with giving velvets sword the Throat goat treatment,Claire could do this all day and night purely due to velvets beauty even though remnants of her seed still coated velvets body like a Picasso painting.With a loud grunt Claire would push velvets face deep into her pubes as her sword began to deposit its seed down velvets throat into her stomach.Claires sword wouldn't stop cumming for 10 minutes,filling velvets starkly with her warm,creamy seed once more.Claire would gently pull her cock from velvets throat, just for a little fun Claire would splurt some cum onto velvets cheek(face cheek) which she would then lick/kiss\n\n\"Let's get some rest my good girl velvet.\"" }, { "author": "bado_kun", "message": "The more that Claire made her work for it, the more eager Velvet seemed to get for more of the hyena's cum. Her soft suckling and the nasty smacking sound her pursed lips made around the dick were absolutely magical. Whenever she would get tired from sucking, the beauty would pop off of Claire and litter her dick with kisses and soft licking from balls to shaft. She went on this way, spoiling Claire with her mouth, until finally the hyena couldn't take any more of it. Feeling her face crammed down into those pubes, Velvet let out a muffled moan as she got ready to be fed.\n\nWith each loud splurt of cum, she gulped and gagged softly, her eyes crossing as she had her belly pumped full of load after load of semen until it was bulging slightly. Some even squirted out of one nostril as she shivered and pawed at Claire's thighs. Was there any meal more satisfying than the semen of her beloved Miss Claire? As the hyena pulled her off and splattered her face with some fresh semen, Velvet panted and hung her tongue out, feeling weak and stuffed as her beloved began licking her clean.\n\n\"Hnaaaah... Aaahn... Y-yesh... Miss Claire~\" Trembling, she snuggled into the hyena and with her sheer size managed to drag them to the ground, intending to sleep right here on the cool grass, completely naked and filthy with the hyena's special frosting." }, { "author": "The narrator", "message": "After a night of hot steamy passion and goblin slaying the two lovers would fall asleep on the ground naked, but hey they can always take a dip in the pond to wash themselves off in the morning.For now the two would lovingly embrace each other as they drifted off to sleep after an eventful evening of adult fun.\n\nBefore Claire fell asleep she would turn her body so that her face was right in front of velvets sweaty,cum coated breasts and perky nipples.Like a thirsty cattle farmer Claire would gently latch onto velvets nipple,lightly sucking it(don't worry she'll suck it harder in the morning)as she drifted off to sleep,maybe to help her fall asleep or she wanted to have some \"Milk\" As soon as she woke up,whatever the case Claire would drift off to sleep as she lightly sucked on velvets left breast.Maybe Claire will let velvet suckle on her breasts in the future,granted they aren't as large as velvets but they were still breasts and she does have nipples so they can be sucked,but for now they'd drift off to sleep." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "No longer a virgin, and having been thoroughly fucked and drenched in Claire's thick stinky cum, Velvet was feeling the most satisfied she had ever been in her entire life. She was still panting and catching her breath as she cuddled up to the little hyena, holding her tight and mewling as she felt her eyes starting to become heavy. Before she managed to pass out, though, she felt a mouth wrapping around her nipple and beginning to suckle. While there was no milk to draw out, the feeling did draw a soft moan out of Velvet as she cradled Claire's head to her bosom with one hand. \n\n\"Fuuuuu... G-g'night... Missh Claire...\" She mumbled before losing consciousness. Instead of the normal nightmares that plagued her every night, Velvet found herself in a deep, dreamless sleep. A welcome and much needed respite.\n\nIn the morning, Claire would definitely awaken first to find that Velvet was still sound asleep, clutching her tightly to her breasts and with a long, slender leg drawn tightly around her. The both of them were a mess and stank of sweat, but even in her filthy state Velvet still looked quite ravishing in the morning light." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire on the other hand found herself dreaming about various things such as, a flashback to her childhood when she was taken on her first hunting expedition with her father,sure to some hunting may be seen as barbarism but to Claire it was a teaching moment(such as showing your prey respect for its sacrifice, and not wasting any part of the kill)and a way that her and her father could bond... Then the memory would morph into another dream.\n\nA dream of her in the kitchen with her mother and sister,learning how to bake a potato (gotta start simple),during the baking process Claire's younger sister would trip and drop her baked potato making her sad.Instead of mocking and belittling her younger sister for the mistake,Claire would cut her baked potato in half and gave one half to her sister, but after giving her a consoling hug.\n\nHer next dream was more like a nightmare since it depicted Claire losing control,which lead to her killing innocents,her clawed tipped hands drenched in blood,people shouting \"Monster!\" In the background. And when Claire looked down at the dead innocents,one of them would be... Velvet\n\nClaire would jolt back but couldn't move far since velvet has a tight grip around her whole body,her mouth still on velvets nipple,while her face was drawn in tightly to velvets breasts.Once the shock from the nightmare ended Claire could tell that it was morning,even if velvets breasts partially blocked her view,the scent of sweat and semen would thoroughly penetrate Claire's nose,they both definitely need to rinse off in the pond before breakfast,but for now Claire wouldn't attempt to get up,rather she'd just relax and shut her eyes,while locked in velvets beautiful warm embrace,and she'd start suckling again because she was thirsty and because it felt good." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "As Claire began to stir from her nightmare, a dream finally did visit Velvet. In the dream, Claire was laying on the bed, her sword fully erect, and beckoning for Velvet to join her. \"But first, you have to take it off~\"\n\n\"All of it,\" Velvet asked, to which Claire nodded. \n\nUnderstanding, Velvet slid out of her robe and let her hair down, shaking it out before grasping her face in her hands and removing it easily, as if it had only been a mask. Next was the skin of her arms, from shoulder to fingertip, which also slid off easily. Finally she peeled the skin off of her back as if she were slipping out of a dress. Claire seemed pleased.\n\nFeeling nervous butterflies in her stomach, Velvet went to Claire and mounted her, leaning down close to her. She could feel Claire filling her up with something. Her stomach swelled slightly with something that buzzed and wriggled around deep inside of her, growing in size. Flies began overflowing out of her mouth and Claire tilted her head back in ecstasy.\n\nVelvet blinked her eyes open, feeling strangely peaceful after the disturbing dream. She looked down at Claire and brushed back the hyena's hair, cradling her companion close. \"Good morning, Miss Claire. Did you sleep well after our... U-um...\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"After our fun? Yes I did, did you?\"\n\nFrom how velvet was cuddling her it seemed that she was exhausted,content,calm, which was good since sleep is the best thing that you can do when your under the weather or when your body is filtering a drug out of your system.She was surprised that velvet didn't pet her ears,since they are quite sensitive to touch,maybe she'll figure that out one of these days..." }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "\"I also slept well,\" Velvet said, looking down at Claire. Her face was as expressionless as ever, but with a faint blush on her cheeks. It was hard to believe that this beauty, with her vacant, almost doll-like face had been squealing her head off just the previous night while making all manner of silly and quite unbecoming orgasm faces. \"It is a relief knowing that Miss Claire has now taken the virginity of both of my, erm, orafices.\"\n\nThe use of \"Orafices\" Was so awkward that even Velvet cringed a little at her own phrasing. However, what she had said also revealed something interesting: she had neglected her ass so completely that it was clear she must have zero awareness of what anal sex was. \"Regardless, it is comforting and makes me feel ... Pride.\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"That is good\" Claire would gently sniff velvet,then herself,both of them would stink of hot steamy passion(aka sweat and other bodily fluids).Claire does want to get up but ok the other hand she didn't wanna make velvet grumpy by pulling out of the cuddling too early,after all aftercare is essential to a happy relationship.Claire would listen to what velvet had to say about her being velvets first, and that she was happy that \"Both\" Her orifices were no longer virgins(I couldn't think of a better way to word this),Claire was happy to hear this the word orifice would sounded a little weird to her, but she'd crush that off to her being raised by farmers.\n\n\"When your ready we should get cleaned off,but I would not be against laying here for a little while longer\"" }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "After being smelled by Claire, Velvet realized that she must smell awful after the special \"Bath\" She had been given the previous night. \"Um, perhaps we should bathe, Miss Claire? I do not want to offend you with my foul odor...\"\n\nSitting up, Velvet winced a little as she felt a soreness between her legs. It had feel amazing last night but now her loins ached from how thoroughly they had been stretched. Though the pain did bring her an even deeper sense of satisfaction and almost... Delight? Yes, that was the word for it. \n\n\"Perhaps after washing ourselves we could continue to snuggle. Assuming that would be to your liking,\" She said, trying to sound indifferent to the idea but failing. She clearly wanted more snuggles, but was embarrassed by her current state." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"Yeah it would be best for us to bathe,we wouldn't want to draw any extra attention to ourselves in town.\"\n\nClaire would sit up,wiping the dirt off her body,while she wasn't as sore as velvet,her \"Sword\" Was a little sore from giving the tall, purple haired temptress that is velvet an absolute railing last night.In simple terms Claire's \"Sword\" Would need a little break from dicking down velvet.Velvet would mention that they could continue to snuggle after they bathe themselves,Claire wouldn't be against some more cuddling but as much as she loved to lay about doing nothing,she wanted to do what they came here to do.\n\n\"Since you asked so nicely we can cuddle for a little longer after bathing ourselves.\"\n\nClaire would stand on her feet,her \"Resting sword\" Lightly swaying around as she rose from the ground." }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "Seeing Claire's still quite massive sword dangling between her legs, Velvet blushed slightly and slowly rose to her feet. She felt a little bit wobbly, which wasn't like her at all. Even when she was injured in combat she was usually able to push through any amount of pain and exhaustion. This was... Different. \n\nFollowing Claire to the pond, Velvet went ahead of her and waded into the water, sinking into it and then coming up for air. Pushing her hair back, she sighed from the bracing, refeshing cold water. \"That is much better. Not that I minded being covered in Miss Claire's special 'cream'~\" \n\nShe gave the hyena a little smile from where she was in the water. The very top of her cleavage was sticking out from the surface as she treaded water where she was." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would join velvet in the water,submerging herself for a moment before rising out of the cold refreshing water of the pond,soothing her sore sword while cleaning her body and hair of velvets juices(which she was starting to like the taste of).\n\nWith a smile Claire would swim up to velvet and lightly splashed her with water,not in an immature way but in a playful way." }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "\"Ah!?\" Velvet looked at Claire with shock for a moment, as if she didn't seem to understand why the hyena had done such a thing. She looked at Claire's smiling face in puzzlment for a few moments and then playfully splashed back. \"Um, l-like this?\"\n\nThere was something sad about it. Did Velvet have no concept of what \"Play\" Was? Had she never had a splash fight as a child? She seemed so utterly lost as if she might do the wrong thing and accidentally offend her companion." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would chuckle as she got splashed by velvet \n\"Yes like that\"\n\nClaire would notice velvets puzzled face which was a little odd... Maybe she didn't play in water that much when she was little,whatever the case Claire would splash back,Claire's playful smile telling velvet that this was a fun little game." }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "The hyena's chuckling and encouraging words put Velvet at ease and her momentary worry that she had perhaps done something wrong faded away. She splashed again, mimicking what Claire was doing. She did not entirely understand what they were to accomplish by splashing one another, but it seemed to make her companion happy, which made her happy, too.\n\nSplashing a little harder, Velvet came closer and stood, her breasts rising. \"I got you, Miss Claire.\" For a person who was playing a game, she had quite the stern face on. Last night had been a completely different Velvet, but now her stoic, blank demeanor was back." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "After some more splashing,the two would be soaked but clean of all the bodily fluids they shared with each other.\n\n\nThat last splash from velvet was a little hard but this was velvets first time playing such a game so she'd let it slide. Claire would get close to velvet,their dripping breasts would touch each other,comparing velvets breasts and Claire's breasts would be like comparing apples to oranges,if oranges were tig ole bitites.\n\n\"And I got you so we are even\" She would say with a light smile" }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "She hadn't fully understood the game, but seeing that Claire was smiling and that the two of them were now \"Even\" Made Velvet quite please. A little smile passed her lips, especially as Claire came close and their chest smushed against one another's. She liked that the hyena was smaller than her, both in height and in the chest. It made her feel special, since it was very obvious that Claire enjoyed all of her bigger, plumper \"Assets.\" \n\nBlushing a little, she reached down and scooped Claire by the ass, lifting her up so that they were at eye level as if it were nothing. Claire was definitely physically stronger than Velvet, but Velvet wasn't exactly weak herself. \"Yes, we are even,\" She said, bringing their lips together. For the first time, she wanted to take the lead in making out with Claire." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Before Claire could say another word she would feel velvet firmly grasp her well toned cheeks like she was grabbing some fruit to feel if it's ripened.Before Claire could utter a single word velvets lips would meet hers,Claire found this to be a slight surprise to be sure,but it was a welcome one.Claires the one who usually takes the least in making out with velvet but she's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth,and leaned into the make out session,their eyes fully closed, their bodies dripping with water,the sunlight shining on both of them like they were a main act in a play.\n\nWhat was this feeling? She felt it every time Claire sees velvet happy or having fun.Extra circular activities aside Claire felt a feeling that she has never felt before... Was this what the scholars called \"Love?\"" }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "After lifting her partner up and giving her a very long and tender kiss, Velvet pulled away and looked immediately nervous about what she had done, as if she weren't sure whether it had been the correct thing to do. Biting her lip, she didn't say anything as she lowered Claire back down onto her feet and then put her arms behind her back, looking away from the hyena. \"I suppose that we should get dressed. Elsir Vale is not far from here, Miss Claire.\"\n\nWhatever Claire was feeling, Velvet was feeling it, too. In fact, she had been feeling it from that very moment back in the mines when she had been ready to completely give up and with each day she spent with her companion it grew stronger. It felt as if, for the first time, the fog of chaos around her was lifting. Is this how it feels to be happy? It is nice but also strange. What am I supposed to do once I am happy?" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Once being set down back into the water,slightly confused by why velvet ended the hot,watery make out session,did Claire have morning breath? Does velvet have to use the little temptresses bush(bathroom)?Did Claire use too much tongue while kissing her?Whatever the reason was Claire still had this \"Feeling\" Sitting inside her that wanted out. So with that Claire would firmly but gently turn velvet to face her, and looked into her beautiful purple eyes...\n\n\"Velvet I have something to say that can't wait till we get to Eslir vale.\"\n\nClaires amber eyes would lock onto velvets purple eyes,her look being serious but tender.\n\n\"I have feelings for you velvet,feelings that I can no longer hold within my heart.\"\n\nThis is true,her feelings for velvet that have been well contained for such a long time to the point of bursting,like the belt of a dwarf after a huge feast.Velvet makes Claire feel... Comfortable like a bumblebee resting in a warm flower, but velvet did make life better and world shine a little brighter than before... Sure Claire has her family's love but the love she got from velvet made her heart skip a beat." }, { "author": "bado_kun", "message": "\"Feelings? Are they good feelings?\" Velvet sounded so confused and worried that it almost hurt to hear her asking. It were as if she were expecting that Claire was confessing that she had some sort of serious problem with her companion after all of the time they had spent together. She drew closer and felt her heart starting to race. \"I also feel something.\"\n\nSuch a strange feeling. The only thing that seemed to break through her stern and cold demeanor were little fits of madness and she did feel mad, but in a way unlike anything else she had experienced before. Velvet couldn't contain this feeling that she had hearing those words from Claire and it made her scared.\n\nAs their eyes met, Velvet's widened slightly and she found herself suddenly starting to tear up. \"I am sorry, I... I do not know why...\" \n\n\"I have heard of this before, but I do not want to say it. If I say it, I am afraid it will go away,\" She said, looking down at Claire and biting her quivering lip. Nobody had ever wanted her around before. Was this real, or was she imagining it?" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"Yes they are good feelings,feelings for you velvet,feelings that I only get from being around you\"\nClaires heartbeat would begin to grow,much like velvets heart, but a little slower since such feelings are still quite new to her.\n\nClaires heartbeat would increase upon hearing that velvet too was feeling something,was is it that weird feeling called \"Love\"? A bout of ingestion?A bit of both maybe? I guess we'll have to wait and see what she says.\n\nTheir eyes met,locking onto one another,but velvets eyes would slightly widen and started tearing up like a little child when they accidentally dropped their ice cream cone.\n\nClaire would gently place her hands on velvets cheeks(the face kind)then she would gently guide velvets head up so that velvet locks eyes with her once more.\n\n\"Velvet,my good girl velvet,expressing your feelings won't make them disappear or go anywhere,I promise you that.\"" }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "As her face was guided up to meet Claire's, she blinked away some of her tears. The hyena would realize that she was shaking slightly as they looked at each other. She wanted to believe that all of this could be happening, but something about it frightened her. \"No, that is not it...\"\n\nTouching one of the hands stroking her cheek, Velvet nuzzled into and closed her eyes. \"I am afraid that if I say it, you will go away and the feeling will not,\" She said.\n\nIt was hard to believe that this was possible. That she could have a person as perfect as Claire care about her and that it would not be taken away. Other people got to have such things, but not her. She wanted it, though. She wanted Claire so badly that the thought of being without her hurt too much to bear. \n\n\"I have feelings for you, too. When we were in the cave, I really could have sat there in the dark and died alone and it would have been okay, but then you saved me and now. I want to be with you.\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would use the tip of her thumb to wipe away any remaining tears from velvets face,feeling her slightly shake like an anxious chihuahua frightened by a summer storm.\n\nClaire would close her eyes, gently pressed her forehead against velvets forehead,then in a calm voice Claire would do her best to comfort velvet as she expressed the feelings she has for her.Once velvet was done speaking her mind Claire would run her right hand down velvets face in a comforting way.\n\n\"I would've been turned into cave bear food if it wasn't for your quick thinking and cunning me and that dwarf wouldn't have seen the light of day.\"\n\nEven though they had their moments,velvet pulled her own weight in that cave,her cunning helped them escape the cave somewhat unscathed,who knows what would've happened if velvet wasn't there.\n\n\"I want to be with you too velvet.\"\n\nClaire would then give velvet a light peek on her lips(what? She wanted to give velvet another smooch)" }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "\"I suppose you are right,\" Velvet mumbled as she felt a thumb brushing the tears from her cheek. She felt a little silly now to be crying when Claire was trying to tell her good news, but it weren't as though she had chosen to. It simply happened. Velvet didn't know what to say to Claire so she nodded instead of saying anything and let the hyena rise up onto her tippy toes for a kiss. She leaned down to meet Claire's lips and then held her close, deepening their kiss. \n\nShe wanted to be closer to Claire. Even when Claire had been inside of her last night she had wanted to be closer, still. Was this how it felt to be in love? As their kiss ended, she panted and looked down at her companion, biting her lip. \"Does that mean that we can continue to travel this way?\"\n\nNow that she thought about it, Velvet realized that she had been dreading that when they reached their destination Claire would part ways with her, or that they would part ways in the next town, or the town after that. One day she would go one way and Claire would go the other and they would never cross paths again. That would be that." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Their lips would lock together in unity once again,being close to velvet made Claire feel happier than usual.Their night of lustful,primal love connected them just as much as their experience in the cave,even though they currently weren't doing the deed Claire still had feelings for velvet,thoughts that made her heart skip a beat.\n\nOnce they were finished kissing Claire would nod in acknowledgment that they should get ready to move, but Claire wanted to do one more thing before they get moving.\n\nClaire would gently take velvets hand and led her out of the water to where they cuddled last night.She would lay on her side,showing off her well tone tanned body,her muscular thighs, her luscious abs,and of course her tasty \"Sword\" Was at half mast thanks to the kissing and her feelings.\n\n\"Before we get a move on I'd like to cuddle with you for a while my good girl velvet.\"" }, { "author": "bado_kun", "message": "Velvet took her companion's hand as she was led out of the pond and felt her own heart racing at being treated in such a way. Up until now, their companionship had been more about taking care of one another's needs, both on the battlefield, in camp, or in the bedroom. Suddenly things felt slightly different in a way that was giving her butterflies in her tummy. As Claire laid down and presented her body, Velvet gulped and bit her lip. She loved the way Claire's chiseled and tanned body contrasted with her curvy hourglass figure and pale, silky skin and seeing the scars on her body was a welcome reminder of just how strong her lover was.\n\nLover?* Velvet squeezed the water from her hair and nodded, timidly sinking down onto the forest floor and drawing her arms around Claire. Yes. We are lovers now, aren't we? These are things that lovers do together...\"\n\nGazing down at Claire, she was still much taller and it always put the hyena at eye level with her big, bouncing tits. Their heavy, creamy mounds were all but pressed into the hyena's face as Velvet drew a leg over her lover, bringing the heat of her pussy closer to Claire's sword, which was beginning to throb to life. \"Yes, a cuddle sounds very nice,\" She said in a breathy, slightly seductive tone.\n\nHer cold, stern voice suddenly entering this new intonation was... Intoxicating. With a little more practice, and getting more comfortable with Claire, Velvet might become quite the temptress! \"My... Your sword has become so hard and sturdy again~ Shall I tend to it for you, Miss Claire?~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Vlevets beautiful hourglass figure was always a sight to behold,her pale,silky smooth skin putting the finest silks to shame,her deep purple eyes shining as bright as the stars,her long flowing hair that made the gods green with envy... Everything about her was perfect. Claire watched velvets every move as she timidly shrunk down next to her,velvets arms wrapping Claire's scarred body in a warm embrace.* \n\nOnce beautifully entangled in one another their height difference would be apparent as velvets heavy,creamy mounds all but pressed against Claire's face,while velvets face was completely above Claire's smaller mounds which looked like speed bumps when compared to velvets mountain sized tits.The heat of velvets pussy would feel amazing on Claire's sword,which throb lightly in velvets embrace.\n\nHowever after hearing velvets slightly seductive tone would make it only grow in size,getting it to half mast.\n\n\"If you want to,my good girl velvet, you can suckle on my sword once again.\"" }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "Feeling Claire's sword stiffening up and throbbing between her legs, Velvet sighed softly and bit her lip, gently rolling them so that the hyena was laying on her back in the cool grass. The sun was warm out today, but her good girl Velvet was even warmer as she braced her palms on either side of Claire's head and gazed down at her. \"Yes, Miss Claire~ I shall polish your sword with my mouth at once~\"\n\nLeaning down, Velvet let her tongue lathe over Claire's body on its way down to her cock. Velvet circled it around her cute, small tits and then over her companion's hard abs, dipping into the crevices on her way lower. As she reached Claire's crotch, the familiar heated musk hit her nose and she whined, pushing her nose into the hyena's ballsack just to get a whiff of her morning scent.\n\n\"Such a lewd smell~ Miss Claire's sword is the best,\" She cooed, setting herself to making sure that Claire's ballsack had been properly cleaned. After all, one could never be to thorough. After dutifully licking and sucking the hyena's cumtanks clean, she dragged her tongue up to the tip and teased it with a few soft licks. \"It is leaking so much... Are you excited, Ma'am?~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would accept the rolling over,the cool grass would feel great on her back,the warm sun rays would feel good on her lovely tan skin,while her good girl velvet was the hottest thing around,the slightly floral morning scent of velvets body drove Claire crazy.\n\nClaire would lightly shiver from velvets adventurous tongue,that slowly made its way down her body,from her small but perky tits to her rock hard abs,as velvets tongue went through the cervices of her abs and body she'd slightly giggle from it(I guess she's a tad bit ticklish).Velvets nose would hit the right spot,making her cock grow to full size.\n\nVelvets ball licking would feel like true bliss, Claire does wash her balls but she has a little trouble with licking them clean(yes she does licking herself moving on).\n\n\"Yes your tongue felt great,now please get to suckling,if you do a good job my good girl velvet,I'll give you a reward.\"" }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "\"Mmmmhf, Miss Claire, from now on, entrust me with keeping your sword polished~\" Velvet said in that soft, seductive tone once more. There was a certain coldness to it, as well - a properness that made even a blowjob suddenly feel very classy and dignified. Her purple eyes flicked up towards the hyena's, locking with Claire's in an intense expression as she slowly opened up and swallowed inch after inch down to the very base of her companion's slab of meat. \"Ghhhlk!~\"\n\nThere was an immediate choking sound as her throat filled up with cock and Claire winced, holding herself down as she gagged a few times before sliding back up to the tip and sucking on it, allowing herself to drool all over the hyena's dick. Despite her high-class attitude Velvet was already giving the hyena one of her signature sloppy, soul-sucking blowjobs. Her plush lips wrapped around the tip and she pursed them, slurping hard before bobbing all the way down to the base with another loud Gawk In a steady rythm.\n\nSoon, Claire's dick was coated in thick spit that began dripping down over her balls as Velvet held down her... Lover's thighs? Mistress' thighs? Velvet didn't know what to call the hyena now after her confession. She would have to ask, later, when her mouth was not so preoccupied. \"Hmmmmnghf, bhhhhfffgh, ghaAAAawk!!~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would look at brevet with the same intense expression,their eyes locking onto each other's,even after velvet swallowed her whole sword down to the base.Claire would lightly wince,her dick was a bit sensitive from the nights fun,so Claire may not last long if velvet keeps this up\n\nVelvet was getting better and better with sucking on her sword ,with each bob she'd feel amazing,velvets warm throat,her beautiful plump lips,her beautiful eyes all of that would add up to Claire's feeling of ecstasy. She'd feel velvets thick spit dripping down onto her balls like water falling down some rocks.Thanks to velvets expert sword polishing and the added sensitivity,Claire would gently pull velvets head up her shaft right to the tip of her cock,mmm velvets warm lips felt amazing on her tip.Once velvets mouth was wrapped around her tip Claire would begin to unload into velvets mouth,her warm,sweet,sticky seed coating the inside of her mouth,all the while Claire would hold velvets head still till she was done cumming.\n\n\"Good job my good girl velvet now lay down next to me for your reward.\" Claire would say in between pants" }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "The beautiful Velvet was getting quite carried away with performing fellatio on Claire's throbbing, drippy cock. Closing her eyes, she had completely relaxed her throat and the gagging was becoming much softer, with only soft choking noises coming out as her tight throat wrapped around her companion's shaft. Whenever the hyena diappeared into her mouth, her lips would form a suction at the base and she would swallow a few times, letting Claire really savor the feeling of sheathing her sword into such a heavenly mouth. \n\n\"Mmmmbhhhlk~\" With a loud sucking sound, Velvet managed to draw all the spit back up into her mouth. She was finding that the more she sucked on Claire's dick, the more skilled she became at it. Who knew, perhaps someday she would be able to bring the hyena to orgasm as gracefully as she dealt with enemies on the battlefield? As her head was grabbed and she was lifted so that just the tip was in her mouth, Velvet knew what was coming. \"Hgllllk!?~ M-Mmmmmnf...~\"\n\nAs ropes of jizz squirted down her throat and across her tongue, Velvet's hazy eyes filled with little pink hearts and she began greedily sucking and gulping. This was not graceful in the slightest, it was greedy, as if she had not eaten in days and her only nourishment was the hyena's thick, musky load of cum. Pursing her lips, she managed to suck every last drop out of Claire's urethra, filling her mouth and swirling around the semen with her tongue. She fully savored it, like a fine wine, before swallowing it down and climbing onto the ground next to Claire.\n\nShe was shaking, and panting, and her pale skin had a slight sheen to it. Velvet did not want to be presumptuous, but after giving Claire such a passionate blowjob, she was feeling almost unbearably horny. Her juices were leaking everywhere and she had to ball up her fists to keep from touching herself. \"Th-Thank you, Miss Claire, for feeding me so much~ Just being able to drink your naughty cream is reward enough~\" <" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Velvet seemed to be getting better with sheathing her sword,the softer gagging noises and the less tension in her throat would show that she's learning well.Whenever Claire's sword went into velvets mouth,her lips would come a tight suction at the \"Swords\" Base,from the pleased filled look in her eyes Claire was really savoring the feeling of pure ecstasy and velvets radiant beauty like she was taking a sun bath.\n\nClaires eyes would slightly roll back as velvet greedily drank up her sweet,thick,cum like she was drinking water with a straw,the pure pleasure that Claire was feeling was somewhat overwhelming,but in a good way.Claires balls would noticeably shrink ,thanks to velvets primal sucking power.Once on the ground Claire's tan skin would shimmer from such a passionate blowjob.Once velvet climbed up to her,something odd would happen,Claire's breasts would look a little... Bigger,like how velvets was when they first met... Was Claire's body producing milk?Velvets passionate loving and the remnants of that strange potion the goblins used must've gotten onto her while they slept.\n\nClaire would gently push velvet along the ground till she was mouth level with Claire's slightly larger breasts\n\n\"Go ahead and drink my milk till your hearts content my good girl velvet.\"\n\nVelvets warm breath would make Claire's nipples perk up In anticipation and ...Hang on is velvet leaking again? That's no good. \n\n\"I see that your so wet my good girl velvet,take care of that,but don't cum all over the ground cum in here.\"\n\nClaire would open her mouth,revealing her pearly white,sharp teeth,along with her long tongue." }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "After having already fed herself on Claire's thick, rich spunk, Velvet's eyes drifted down to her companion's breasts and noticing that they seemed much larger than usual and were also... Leaking? Her heart suddenly skipped a beat and Velvet whimpered, pressing her thighs together as she felt her crotch growing hotter and wetter, practically streaming down her legs from how aroused she was getting. Something about being told that she was a good girl and being offered a chance to nurse on the hyena's tits was making her brain absolutely melt.\n\n\"M-Miss Claire!?~ You mean, I... I,\" She sputtered as she was moved so that one heaving, leaking breast was dangling right over her mouth. \"Y-Yes, Miss Claire!~\"\n\nOpening up, she wrapped her mouth around the nipple and all at once her brain seemed to switch off. Velvet's cheeks were burning a bright red as she began nursing and her eyes went half lidded and hazy. She couldn't think about anything but the sweet, creamy milk that was spurting across her tongue and how sinfully arousing this was for her. To be cared for, and pampered, and loved like this... \n\n\"Mmmbh?~\" Velvet had only just moved her greedy mouth to the hyena's other breast and begun to loudly suckle when she was told to cum into her Mistress' mouth. Trembling, Velvet popped off of the teat and very sheepishly looked up at Claire while spreading her legs and then using two fingers to part her lips, giving a perfect view of her soft, silky pink inner folds as the streamed down her thighs. \"Please, M-Miss Claire... Can you... Make it feel better?~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Velvets greedy suckling made Claire shiver and moan with pleasure,this is how velvet must've felt when she suckled her breasts back in heatherstead.As velvet nursed and suckled from Claire's breasts she would gently rub and pet velvets head.\n\n\"Your being such a Good girl velvet.\" Insert vexs mommy voice here,velvets vigorous suckling would flood Claire's brain with pleasure,maybe Claire should look into doing this again sometime... Once done on the right breast velvet would move onto the left tit,but being a good girl,velvet would spread her legs,used two fingers to part her lips,giving Claire a full,perfect view of velvets soft,silky pink inner folds,her pretty purple pubes, and the stream of juice flowing down her thighs.\n\n\"Yes, mommy will make you feel better Sweetie But you better finish your reward afterwards otherwise I'll need to discipline you\"\n\nClaire would lick her lips, velvets body was just so perfect and soft, she couldn't wait to make velvet feel better.With that Claire would firmly but gently get velvet on her back,then would crawl over to velvets thighs and started to slowly sensually lick them clean,after all Claire didn't want to waste a single drop of velvets juices.Her amber color eyes staring right into velvets eyes,not breaking eye contact for even a second.Once velvets thighs were clean Claire would gently spread velvets thighs to be greeted by the divine feast that awaited her.Before penetrating velvet with her tongue,Claire would start lightly sucking on velvets clit like how velvet sucked her cock.Once done with the appetizer Claire would move to the main course,Claire would wrap her whole mouth around velvets pussy,sucking her lips while her tongue started going to work inside velvet,not leaving a single fold untouched or unlicked,velvets juices made glennings wine taste like cheap ale... Drinking down velvets juices seemed to make Claire's breasts refill with milk,maybe the potion were literally leaking out of velvets body." }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "Being called a good girl was already getting Velvet very hot and bothered, but as Claire referred to herself as \"Mommy\" Her heart leapt and she suddenly felt her face explode into a blush. Something about this word seemed to trigger her in a way that nothing else before had and suddenly she was putty in the hyena's hands. Trembling, Velvet continued to suck and play with her pussy, whining and wiggling around until she was pushed onto her back. \"Y-Yes, Mommy... I promise to finish every last drop~\"\n\nHer voice sounded so much more meek and submissive, as if she had suddenly been rendered helpless with that single words. Watching as Claire got down between her legs and began licking up all the sweet, slippery juices from her thighs, Velvet panted and mewled. Her head dipped back as she felt that tongue reaching her slit and she quivered. \"A-Aaaahn... Mommyyyy... I feel funny~\" It was partially to get a rise out of Claire, but Velvet Did Feel funny.\n\nShe felt as horny as she had been when the goblins had first forced her to drink that awful potion, but now there was no potion and yet her entire body felt like it was burning with lust. It was that damned word, and the praise, and being so completely spoiled that had done this to her. Now she was whining and moaning and her pussy was drooling all over the hyena's tongue like a leaky faucet as she sucked and thrusted her tongue deep inside. The taste was, as always, incredible, as was the erotic scent of Velvet's pubes and the creamy smoothness of her plump thighs. The feast was, as always, perfect.\n\n\"Fwaaaah!~ OoooOOOOooo, f-feel'sh good!!~ My body... Feel'sh... Amashing, Mommy!!~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Velvet saying \"Yes mommy\" Would make her sword throb as if it hasn't already been drained by the purple haired temptress that was velvet,it also made Claire's heart beat faster,I guess she liked being called mommy.\n\nSomething about velvets voice seemed... Different,a bit more submissive than usual,maybe mommy and good girl were velvets trigger words,or she just found Claire's voice sexy in general.Like a thirsty camel Claire would eagerly and vigorously lick up and swallow velvets sweet juices,only stopping for a moment to acknowledge what velvet said about her body feeling funny,then she'd go straight back to business,not leaving a single part of velvets inner walls untouched.Every time Claire breathed through her nose she would get a full whiff of velvets pubes,her erotic pube scent would put flowers to shame with how nice it smelled,Claire ain't gonna stop licking and swallowing till velvet cums into her mouth." }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "\"Ahhhhn, haaaAAAaaah, Mommyyyyyy!!!~ I cannot hold it, I am... G-going t- MMMMMFFFGH!!!~\" Velvet was writhing around on the ground underneath the hyena, panting and shaking from how greedily her Mommy was eating her pussy. Claire always devoured her slit as if she were some sort of a ravenous beast and her pussy were a fresh cut of meat. She hadn't realized how close she was until suddenly the waves of pleasure started crashing down. \n\nHer pussy began spasming deep inside and her hips trembled and began hunching upwards involuntarily as the pleasure exploded from deep within. Throwing her head back, Velvet squealed and her tongue stuck out stupidly. Just like with every time that Claire used that devilish tongue of her, she was rewarded with a fresh flood of sweet, steamy pussy juices that dribbled down her chin and filled her mouth up. Velvet's body was just so damned lewd, it was really surprising given her stern demeanor.\n\nSlumping down onto the grass, she panted and trembled, her eyes closed as she caught her breath and made her hefty tits heave. \"Th-Thank you... Mommy~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "For her efforts exploring velvets cavern Claire would be given the best reward possible,velvets warm,sweet juices dripping down her chin.The juices that didn't escape down her chin would be swallowed down,oh how much she loved the taste of velvets juices.\n\nVelvets squealing and pleasure filled movements would make Claire smirk,well smirk from underneath velvets pussy.\n\n\"Oh you are welcome my good girl velvet,now drink up.\"\n\nClaire would gently place her hands on velvets head,gently guiding her mouth down onto Claire's left breast,full of her protein rich milk,after all velvet looks like she needs a drink after all that trembling... With that Claire would give velvet a light smooch on her forehead." } ]	223	19,945
424.857143	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Kaly Oakenfury", "message": "Entering the city of Elsir Vale, Kaly bounded up the city's steps. She had an empty satchel, save for a few stalks of wild lavender and sage, and a full coin purse. She managed to sell her wares in Tinker's Hollow prior to embarking on her journey to the \"City of Worshippers\". The jingle of the coins she had procured were music to ears as she strolled.\n\nThe shadows from the houses, churches, and shops were already elongated by the time she had arrived. The night sky had a spattering of white and purple stars with an occasional shooting star. Every time, she made a wish. The twilight colored the sky in hues of dark coral and royal blues. \"How magnificent is this place?\" She whispered to herself as she made her way to the street sign. It was illuminated by an oil lamp that burned a bright orange and casted a circle of light around the sign, itself, and now Kaly. Seeing her destination upon it, she ventured to the right.\n\nKaly, having bathed in a clear, blue stream outside of the city, clothed herself in a white, lightweight dress fitting for this city. She followed the direction and came upon it. Her eyes glowed in wonderment. Life's Light Shrine. It was more exquisite in person than any of the tales she had heard from the random inn traveler she had crossed paths with. Taking out the offering of lavender and sage, she began silently saying a prayer as she slowly made her way to the shrine.\n\nOh, to the gods and goddess of old,\nI bring not treasure nor gold.\nInstead, I bring a gift from the earth.\nIt's value and purpose far greater in worth.\nFor the lavender, it brings calm and peace.\nSage, a contract of cleansing, a new lease.\nMay these blessings cause me to be glad.\nFor I have a past both happy and sad.\nOh, to the gods and goddess of old,\nPlease accept my gifts that aren't so bold.\n\nKaly laid the stalks by the fountain and submerged her hands in the waters of the shrine. She dripped some onto her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her cheeks, and finally her chin. She stood, renewed and resurrected. Ensuring she had her satchel, she turned on her heel and made her way to the Brinewater Inn. From those same random inn travelers, she had been recommended to check out the Brinewater for a hot meal and a clean bed.\n\nComing to the door of the Inn, she unlatched and swung the door inward. A blast of jaunty music and boisterous laughter hit her square in the face. Skipping merrily along, she came to the bar and sat upon an empty barstool. \"A shot of fire whiskey and honey mead, please!\" Sliding a silver coin across the bar, she waited for her drink." }, { "author": "Barley Baker", "message": "It was always a joy to explore the world for Dear Baker, joyous he was whenever it came time to cook a new meal inspired by the locale in question. So what was on the menu this time?\n\nBaker had fully adapted the SteelShell scraps he obtained with Kaly prior into a pastry known as: \"Dwarven Mountain Medley\" \n\nA delightful recipe made using flour, soft shell shavings, honey, mixed spices, and a pinch of sea salt. Baked to perfection, this medley offered a taste that evokes the charm of a mountainous landscape. The comforting flavors of the treat perfect for a cozy gathering or a moment of relaxation. Though how the steelshell shavings would come into play he didn't yet know... \n\n\nBut! The moment of relaxation is what he had in mind whilst sitting upon the railing of a large set of steps at the top of a steep hill. But just as he was to take his first bite.. \n\n\nHe spotted the sight of a familiar face entering a tavern at the bottom of the hill. \"My my, do my eyes deceive me?..\" \n\n\nBaker's eyes widened and his heart began to burst with excitement upon laying eyes on his friend, it's been a large amount of time since they had last met and he was eager to speak to her again. \n\n`A shot of fire whiskey and honey mead, please!`\n\n\n\"Again with the honey mead?\" In his head thought Baker as he entered into the tavern just a short moment after she did. He still didn't like the taste of honeyed mead but figured why the hell not? He's in a DWARVEN city! It be a crime not to at least try their brew!\n\n\"Make. That. TWO! Of each please!\" Ordered Baker aloud, who approached behind Kaly and took a seat beside her on a stool. \n\n\"For a moment I thought my eyes deceived me, yet here you sit Kaly oakenfury. Healthy and beautiful as ever. How have you been, my dear friend?\"" }, { "author": "Kaly Oakenfury", "message": "Kaly's ears and heart immediately perked up at the familiar voice. Even without turning her head, she knew what would stand before her. How can this be? What are the chances that we are in the same place at the same time? At least it is someone that is cordial and handsome! Turning in her stool, she swung an arm over the barstool's back and smiled warmly.\n\n\"Well, well, well. If it isn't the incredible, the handsome, the amazing Mr. Baker!\" Kaly clapped him on the shoulder and drew him in for a hug. After a minute, she released him and gave a long sigh. \"You are a sight for these sore eyes. Please sit next to me!\" Turning to the bartender, she yelled out. \"Place both meads and fire whiskeys on my tab!\" She took a deep long draw from her own tankard and wiped the foam from her lips.\n\n\"How am I? I have been doing well! I sold all my wares I collected on the way back from the tortoise battle. Made a pretty coin off of them too. And now I am on the way to Aismir. I'll collect some of the local herbs and fauna from the area, so I can sell them at their Open Air Markets. Listen to me ramble on about myself. What of YOU?! What are YOU doing here??\" She paused long enough to take another drink and prepare herself for the shot of whiskey." }, { "author": "archer416", "message": "`How am I? I have been doing well!` replied kaly.\n\n\"Glad to hear it!\" Added baker. \n\n`...I sold all of my wares I collected on the way back from the tortoise battle. Made a pretty coin off of them in too.` \nExplained Kaly.\n\n\"More Glad to hear it!\" \n\nAdded baker once more.\n\nShe then went on to explain how she planned a trip to Aismir and the Open Air Markets. Something that baker wasn't particularly familiar with. Then apologized for her ramblings. \n\n\"Sooth your tongue dear kaly, I could listen to you ramble about yourself for days without growing tired.\" \n\n`What of YOU?!....`\n\nKaly asked for information of bakers appearance, his state of self. \n\nHe paused for a moment as he wasn't entirely sure how to reply in a manner that didn't seem too odd. \n——\nBaker wore a different outfit then his usual high class. An open black frock coat with red lining over a silk white dress shirt with a low collar exposing some of his chest, A golden chain accessorizing over it below his neck. \n\nHe wore black pants and a black belt with a golden square buckle engraved with a paisley design. Finally, he also wore black somewhat shiny leather boots. \n\nHis golden blonde hair was slick back with a few loose strands of hair, gently hanging over his forehead. \n——\n\n\"How do I put this, I was in the local market collecting a variety of different dwarven spices, such as 'dragons breath' which is thought to be one of the spiciest mixtures ever concocted. But I have had little luck obtaining pretty much anything, I added the shavings we acquired from the steel shell into a recipe that has had yielded some extraordinary results. It appears that upon consuming the treats I've embued with the steel shells essence, one can temporarily harness its abilities. From the durable steel layer of its shell to the explosive volcanic gases the tortoise produced via oxygen consumption. The results vary, but will allow me to engage in temporary combat should the need arise. Needless to say; I'm quite proud of such a development and have none more to thank for it then yourself, my dearest friend.\" \n\nBaker would show Kaly his treat, a silver and gold triangular 'one bite cake' that apparently, upon consuming would temporarily imbue the consumer the abilities and powers of a steel shell tortoise.\n\n\"Theres just one downside.. That volcanic gas can linger and cause catastrophic effects.. If you eat more then one in the span of twenty four hours, then.. Theoretically..\"" }, { "author": "Kaly Oakenfury", "message": "Kaly, after quieting from her rambles, took in Baker. In his black attire and his golden hair slicked back, he looked like a tall drink of water. And she, she had just wandered in from a hot day. Her eyes wandered over him. Snapping her eyes back up to his, she focused all her attention on staring into his eyes. Blushing a deep crimson red at the compliment, she waved her hand in the air.\n\n\"It was a team effort, my dearest Baker.\" She quieted once more as he continued and showed her the tortoise treat. Her eyes grew wide and she applauded. \"Noted, so only one tortoise treat per day.\" Smiling, she laughed a deep chortle before taking a sip of her ale.\n\n\"Oh my, it is such a great feeling to be in the company of a good friend. As far as your dragon's breath is concerned, perhaps...\" She held her forefinger to her lips and patted them thrice. Deep in thought, her eyes flickered from side to side. After a long few seconds, she nodded her head as if she had a full conversation that no one could hear but her. \"Yes, I believe we should be able to find it or someone who knows of it in Aismir! It does mean another journey with yours truly...\"\n\nDraining the rest of the mug, she slammed it down and looked at Baker. \"I have been hankering for one of your delectable meals. What do you say about going to the market here, buying some ingredients, then heading back to my camp? We can discuss whether you would like to go on this journey with me and what provisions we will need for the trek to Aismir.\" With her green eyes shining brightly, she couldn't help but feel her heart bounce a little more joyfully in his presence." }, { "author": "archer416", "message": "The suggestion of going to Aismir was one he hadn't thought of, almost instantaneously his eyes lit up with a gaze of wonder. His hands gesturing as he'd hammer down his right fist into his left palm in an act of \"Oh wow you're right!\"\n\n\n\"Aismir.. Aismir Aismir.. YES! That's an excellent idea! I've heard so many good stories of their outdoor markets, the legend of the Dragonborn monk who saved the city from a goblin invasion! Not to mention the famous \"Three cups tavern\" And it's alluring gallery of entertainers! I would be delighted to join you in your travels yet again my friend!\" \n\n\nBakers eyes seemed to wander; for somebody else it would look as if he was kind of eye goggling Kaly but in actuality his mind was already wandering Aismir quite descriptively.\n\n\"Shall we go soon then? I'd be more then happy to tell you of my journeys and advancements lately on the way there.\"\n\nBaker gestures toward the exit of tavern. \"Oh, did you pay yet? I don't mind paying.. \" He would begin shuffling through his satchel." }, { "author": "Kaly Oakenfury", "message": "Kaly just giggled at Baker's delight in her idea. \"Yes, I have paid, my friend. However...\" She trailed off and leaned into his space a bit. With a dramatic air, she looked up at him with a devious smile. \"You have not answered my question regarding...\" She trailed off again and threw her hands in the air. With a joyous smile, she stood up and took Baker's arm in hers. Tossing a couple of silver coins on the table, she nodded.\n\nGiving him but a moment to collect his satchel as she collected hers, she bounced her way with him in tow. \"Now that we are settled up, let's go to the market! I am craving a one-of-a-kind Baker dish! Maybe something sweet or savory.\" She placed her finger on her chin and wandered through her thoughts. Nodding, she turned to him and said, \"Both! Something savory AND sweet.\" Dragging him out the door of the tavern, she took the two eastward.\n\nShe zig-zagged with him. Only glancing back once or twice to ensure he was still following, she flashed her mischievous grin. She abruptly halted. Her eyes gleamed. They came to the market district of Elsir Vale. The magical college students clogged the streets. Some were haggling prices with the baker. Others were staring at some unique and glowing amulets. And then even more were lined up outside a tavern. There shouts of joy and laughter was contagious enough even if Kaly hadn't been in such a momentous mood.\n\n\"So this is just Elsir Vale's market... Can you even imagine, Baker, how wonderous the one in Aismir will be??\" Clapping her hands twice, she reached into her satchel and pulled out a piece of parchment. \"I was already planning on going to Aismir...\" She grinned sheepishly as the ready-made list was quite extensive. \"Shall we shop together or divide and conquer?!\"" } ]	422	2,974
198.575758	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Narrator", "message": "The trip into the southern mountains had been a bust. The giants had proven to be interesting, but ultimately failed to provide any useful information. \n\nRawn and the dwarves ended up parting ways with master Kro, who stayed behind with the giants. \nJeriscal had wondered off with a traveler the group had come across.\n\nKeladan had opted to stay on, and the group headed out of the mountains and down into the valley between the mountain ranges.\n\nThe dwarves found a few small towns to resupply in. In those towns they found a few volunteers to join in on their adventure. \n\nOnce ready, they set off into the northern ranges.\n \nIt took a few days, but they eventually found the abandoned road that lead to the Felshroud mine.\nThe road was, since it was made by dwarven engineers, still in very good shape. The caravan did have to move fallen trees out of the way, and clear paths through a couple of rock slides.\n\nEventually, the forward scouts brought back news that the caravan was a little less than a day's journey out from the entrance. \n\nRawn called for the group to set up camp for the night. No point in pushing on when they could arrive relatively fresh the next day. He wasn't exactly sure what they'd face once they entered the mines. \n\nOnce the camp was set up, he sent Bik out to gather the party leaders and the new adventurers. \n\nAnd thus, we find our story continuing." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "When Nimue had first heard and encountered the dwarven caravan, she certainly hadn't expected to join them on their adventure - but something whispered that she should. Thus she put herself forward, offering her skills as a Druid, Doctor, and Ranger of sorts for the party - she had mostly kept to herself, working with the scouts themselves on getting a lay of the lands ahead, and any troubles they might face.\n\nIt was upon her return with the scouts that a meeting was being held, thus Nimue entered the camp and took up a spot to listen in on what the others had in mind for the caravan. She would also take the chance to see whom else was among their group, besides just the many dwarves." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Keladan was close, he felt it. If he could hold out just a bit longer.. He would strike gold. The damnable dwarves stubborn habits were wearing off on him. \n\n The enchanter so far had been able to repair the damage done by the 'boots of swiftness' incident with Bek.. But it seemed every step taken towards a trade deal with the dwarves, took several other roundabout steps in another direction. It just seemed they were on the most part too skeptical of magic items to trust them. No matter how logical practical or pragmatic the elf went about it, a dwarf always had a counter argument or could pry out saw some type of flaw regarding the matters if magical in nature. \n\n Kel couldn't make head nor tails of it, and was pondering out the problem thoroughly over some good everleaf smoke with Roxanne when Bik came to find him." }, { "author": "Fey", "message": "Fey sat quietly, waiting for the meeting. She had vanished back into another mushroom circle for a while — when, Oh when* Would she learn to watch out for those? — but had somehow stumbled back out in time to not miss the caravan moving on. \n... It took her several days to get over the hangover... Faewine was strong stuff!\n\nBut, she was game to keep up her scouting duties, especially when the dwarves almost certainly would never buy hangover as an excuse, what with how hard-drinking they were themselves. So, she sure wasn't about to look like a wuss to the dwarves!" }, { "author": "Sallieri", "message": "The flute would have dragged her back to work anyway..." }, { "author": "Fey", "message": "It did, though, take a day before the flute's piercing sounds would have been tolerable to her again though, so she could resume her other job around here, to entertain the dwarves and others with the caravan. \n\nBut, all that was surely a while ago by now. So, as she awaited the meeting, she quietly tootled away on her fine, yet surprisingly long and thick and heavy-looking flute — that the dwarves knew she also used as a mace-like weapon — and kept her eyes and ears open..." }, { "author": "anonymousraccoon_", "message": "Hrosty had joined up with the caravan when they stopped in one of the small towns. The dwarven maiden had just been stocking up on necessities when she came upon them. She was presently mounted on Gingersnap, an impressive mountain ram with curled horns and decorated in all sorts of finery as was Hrosty herself. She had red hair and an equally thick and beautiful red beard to match. Braids ran through various sections of both, decorated with little bits of metal and beads. Her clothing was that of an adventurer, though she wore a fine red coat. \n\nIt was good to be back among her kin and it made her have a happy feeling in her soul. She had missed having real drinking buddies!" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Nimue kept with the scouts of the caravan while they worked to finish up setting up any other remaining things needed - though she did take notice of the more colorful members of the group. The brightly colored hair of Keladan easily caught her notice, along with the Faefolk with her floating flute? She had to do a double take on that one - she had easily seen the Dwarven woman upon her mountain ram; she did think perhaps that one was a tad too flashy.\n\nShe now moved around to the various pack animals of the caravan, checking up on their welfare - a small habit she would pin back on Nel. But also to keep an eye and ear open for any sign of trouble - though they were soon reach the entrance of the mines come tomorrow - Nimue couldn't quiet the whisperings from the earth.\n\nThough the region had long been abandoned, many tales and rumors spoke of monstrous creatures lurking abiout - some claiming they were coming from the old mines. Nimue chose to be on the side of caution all the same." }, { "author": "theutilizer001", "message": "Once everyone was gathered, Rawntha stepped up onto a stump to address the group.\n\n\"As everyone knows by now, we're about a day's journey from the entrance to the mine. Once there, we'll establish a more permanent base camp outside the mine. Then we'll start the exploration. We know the rumors are that their are air elementals inside. I expect that Miss Nimue, and Master Keledan, given their skill sets will be invaluable in dealing with these... Things. \n\n\"Which means lads, It might be time to look into some of Kel's items. I don't suspect that regular swords, axes, hammers, arrows, and bolt's are going to be greatly effective against such things.\n\n\"That said, I suggest in our exploring, we use stealth tactics to try and locate the elementals, before we even consider an engagement with them. We're on the hunt, and we need to be fully prepared. \n\n\"So, don't get too celebratory tonight. We've an early morning and possibly a late night ahead of us. To Tomorrow! To Victory! To reclaiming the mine! Dismissed.\"\n\nAnd with that, the dwarf leader hopped off the stump and headed off to discuss specifics with the heads of the scouts, transportation, and combat groups." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Once the meeting had come to an end, Nimue pondered on the information given to them - but it still felt confusing to her - how were Air Elementals inside the mines? Sure they were rumors, but she expected Fire or least Earth based Elementals.\n\nShifting herself around the camp she would spot the bright pink hair of Keladan, she wanted to speak with him on the subject - once she had approached him she would introduce herself.* \"Sir Keladan, I am Nimue Reuben - its nice to meet with you. Considering how both our names were brought up in the meeting I thought it might be good to disccus with you on possible plans of action.\"\n\n\"Though I am a tad unsure on the rumors of Air Elementals, given we are going into those mines... It seems odd such creatures would find those mines a place to dwell. Now I expected Fire or Earth Elementals, I'm least somewhat familiar with the latter of those two types - what are your thoughts on the whole matter?\"\n\nShe had her own various types of potions, toxins, and tonics she could offer - but she doubt any of those would be useful again Elementals." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "The elf was grinning from ear to pointed ear. He never thought the day would actually come~he mustn't let the chance slip. Now that he'd gained the trust of the dwarves he would prove his usefulness. Once and for a-\n Nimue appeared as Kel was preparing to return back to the tortoise. He nodded listening to her words and planted a hand on his chin in thought. Looking a bit more serious now~ Though he was still plotting upon his own devices\n\n\"Mae'suilla You are wise friend~ let us prepare for more than just air down there. I have been waiting for this day.\"\n\n Keladan had never spoken with Nimue before but he had seen her around and taken note of the woman. The presence of her mana was quite distinctive. \n\n\"I have an idea on how one could destroy these monsters.. But first I'm gonna need to borrow your mana.. Or perhaps youve some potions that can help?\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"Aye, I've heard many tales of various things coming to live within the mines - so doubt it will just be elementals.\"\n\nWhen he asked about using her mana or potions, Nimue was curious - she had sorta heard this elf was something of an enchanter. So she did wish to see how he did his work - thus from her bag she would pull out a few of her potions and others for him to check.\n\n\"These are the current potions I have, a few are tonics, and others are more toxic. But I don't mind offering some of my mana if need be... What sort of plan do ye have in mind?\"\n\nShould he review any of the potions themselves, he might sense the faint bit of magic/mana within them. Though Nimue was by no means an enchanter like himself, she did know how to empower things with her mana. This was something sort of natural for her being half Nymph." }, { "author": "anonymousraccoon_", "message": "Hrosty thought nothing of Rawntha jumping onto the stump to address both the smaller and taller members of the gathering, and just to be more easily seen. She listened while stroking her luxuriously soft red beard, some of which had beads woven into it. The dwarf knew she was unique among other races, it seemed only their females grew beards. She thought nothing of any judegement passed. \n\nAs the group broke up she hurried to catch up to Rawntha, \"Do you mind if I tag along?\" She questioned as she fell into stride with him, leaving Gingersnap behind to graze on whatever might be available. She'd never fought any elementals and all she had to her was her ax and bow - both of which he'd said wouldn't work. What should she do in this case? Maybe gaining a little more information would be beneficial." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "The elf let a soft sigh escape as he looked over the potions.\n\"We must make do..\"\n\n He continued over to the giant tortoise who had been listening from the back, and began to rummage through one of her bulging saddle packs. \nThere was an odd~ unfamiliar weight upon Kel's shoulders. Perhaps.. Responsibility.. \n\n Outfitting dwarves with magic equipment was one thing. Though now that they would possibly be relying on said artefacts with their lives at stake. Well it was a different matter entirely.\n\n Kel found what he sought, a worn leather book titled 'Akhlani's mystical beastiary'. After flipping through the pages kel's face lit up & he began to read. Nimue would see his expression slowly falter, until the elf looked as if his hopes had been dashed. He spoke in a low tone to the other.\n\n\"I think a lot more of those healing salves and potions will be needed.. The book says it takes Extremely Powerful magicks to summon an air elemental... And I'm not sure if... If I can d-do anything to help.\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Nimue clicked her tongue \"Aye, summoning elementals takes alot... So its won't just be them we'll be dealing with but likely whoever brought them into creation.\" She had long heard of tales of demons and other foul beasts making their home in the abandoned mines of these mountains - indeed, whatever they would be up against, it wasn't going to be an easy fight.\n\n\"I can begin work on crafting more salves and potions as needed... Though if its an Air Elemental, surely there will be ways to limit it. Given the enclosed space of the mines... Though like we heard, we must first see where they are. It wouldn't shock me if they were placed outside the mine entrance or just inside of it to act as guards.\"\n\nShe would glanced at him again \"Though did you still wish to use my mana for something?\"" }, { "author": "Fey", "message": "Fey had spent her time after Rawn's stump speech snooping about the caravan, especially observing their new companions.\nBut, as she checked out their new fellow travelers, her mind kept returning to ... Air elementals... She'd never even thought of combatting such beings. Such were not in her usual line of work, her usual paths of investigation. Cleaning the streets free of rabble rousers, pickpockets, and sneak thieves was considerably different. What could she contribute?\n\nFey slunk around till she finally spotted Kel and that new person ... Nimue ... In deep discussion, talking shop. She leaned against a nearby cart and tootled on her flute as she tipped an ear their way, hoping they had ideas for better tactics than she'd been coming up with herself..." }, { "author": "Coh", "message": "Away from the main body of the caravan itself, a lone figure wandered through the high mountain passes. Ulf, the head of the dwarven scouts spotted the bewildering sight first: a tall elf, his long silver hair whipping in the gusts of wind as he labors on foot through the snow-covered mountainside. He is not dressed for this terrain or climate, wearing only light clothes of loose-fitting silk, and seems to bear no weapons, not even a backpack.\n\nThe figure stops short as, seemingly out of nowhere a small group of dwarves encircle him, weapons at the ready, but the elf raises his slender open hands before him, smiling grimly and simply nodding his head a single time in acknowledgement. \n\nHe remains in that position until they draw in close, and then he speak, raising his voice to be heard over the icy winds that have begun to build. \"I have come to lend my support to your cause,\" He explained in short order. \n\n\"Probably a mage,\" Mutters one of the scouts darkly to another under their breath, but seeing as he has not presented a threat, the dwarven scouts would lead him back to the caravan, with him following their lead, smiling grimly in determination..." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Meanwhile at camp another elf was considering abandoning The cause altogether. He'd told Nimue he would call on her when ready. For he had to scheme like a fae trickster.. No enchanter he knew of had created anything that's been used against elementals.\n\n Unfortunately no good scheming had occurred so far, though. The enchanter had searched and sensed.. And collected a small handful of enchanted items he had never managed to sell in a pile before himself. \n\nPendant of eagle eyes: Improves vision in the dark and accuracy with ranged weapons.\n\nBoots of swiftness (previously returned by Bek): +5 speed\n\nSpoon of renewal: Allows the user to cast a powerful healing spell on target but spoon must be placed in targets mouth.\n\n\n\nBards Cap of Fire Resistance.\n\nTongue latcher: A magic grappling hook.. Eerily reminiscent of a frog..\n\nOrb of invisibility: This gem is scribed with eldritch runes. It allows the user and their surrounding allies to hide from onlooking eyes once per day.\n\nStill Kel worried this didn't really increase the odds.. They needed a weapon.. Or at least more resistance." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Nimue returned to her other duties, deciding to work on crafting a few more potions to pass out to the dwarven groups that were likely to see the most action. Yet while she was working away in one of the medical tents, her whole body began to shutter as her tattoos/birth marks began to glow slightly - she paused in her work to look towards the opening of the tent.\n\n'What was that... Such a heavy, no maybe very old... Yes very old magic' She thought, moving to look outside the tent opening, scanning her eyes over the camp. Dwarves were about everywhere, but some feet ahead she spotted two dwarves leading a rather towering sort of figure - a silver fellow, likely an elf if she had to guess.\n\nShe would watch for a few moments as the dwarves led him back towards where the leaders of the caravan were. Nimue would click her tongue, before returning to her potion crafting back inside the tent; though her mind pondered whom was their strange visitor." }, { "author": "Fey", "message": "While she idly kept an eye on Kelly Dan, once his new companion departed for her own tend, she resumed keeping her eyes and ears peeled for the goings-on around the camp. Something felt ... Off... \nHmmm...\n. O O ( Sally? ) \n... Sally was sleeping now? Really? Especially when she was just playing the flute! Usually Sally complained that that kept her away...\n\nFey grimaced a bit as she shifted her eyes back and forth.\nActually..." }, { "author": "Sallieri", "message": "Indeed, what Fey was about to consider was true. Sally had felt it too, and was using another method to study this strange feeling the pair had had from another angle... From the dreamscape. \nIndeed, there was something odd here... Something like ... Extra-thick mists, as if fog masking something ... But what was it? She had no idea... It was like nothing she'd felt before... Ominous... But, she dared not get too close from this vantage point. She and Fey would have to locate it first in the waking world..." }, { "author": "theutilizer001", "message": "Rawn nodded to Hrosty after she asked to accompany him as he made the rounds. \n\nThe scouting teams were prepping their quietest gear, putting it into separate travel bags for use once they go to the mine. Most other races didn't consider dwarves to be a very quiet people. Aramus and Rawn had spent enough time around a few shadowy figures to know however, that sometimes you needed to be sneaky to reach your goals. Not every dwarf in the caravan was suited to it, but the leaders of the Swifthammer clan had managed to get the scouts to be pretty proficient at the task. \n\nOf course the regular fighters were checking armour and weapons. Though they were not expecting to engage the enemy first thing. Explore, locate, then strategize how to get the mines freed from the unwelcome intruders.\n\n When the scouts came back to camp, leading in a silver haired elf, who clearly wasn't dressed for the current situation in these mountains, Rawntha was taken by surprise. The dwarf wasn't sure what to make of this new comer, and unlike the non-dwarves in the camp, he didn't get a \"Magical\" Sense of the power of this man. But the so called \"Dwarf lord\" Could tell, if nothing else, this elf carried himself with a dignity and self sense of power, that very few beings ever could. \n\n\"What are we getting into?\" Rawn thought to himself. Suddenly things seemed like they might be getting more interesting than they already were. \n\n\"Oy, lads. Over here.\" He called to the incoming scouts. \"What have you found that has you back in camp so soon?\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "As there was some bit of commotion. Kel watched the scouts return from the high arch of his mounts saddle. He looked at the newcomer with suspicious discerning eyes, before sitting back down. He was unsettled.\nThe elf was probably warded from the cold by some way of magic~ same as he... He already knew he was not going to trust him.\n\n Kel wrapped his cloak around tighter as he still pondered over the real issue. Most elementals have a weakness~ whereas air are purely a whirlwinding swirling vortex of air.. You'd be lucky to get close enough to find out if physical attacks work..* It Would Have to be a gamble wouldn't it..?" }, { "author": "Fey", "message": "Fey quickly moved on from the spot where she'd been watching Kelly Dan ... She was feeling fidgety. She had to figure out what felt so off... She paused for a bit to watch the warriors work on their gear, and pondered if she needed to go out and do some scouting around the camp. It was like an itch, this uneasy feeling, how could she scratch it?\nIt both irked her and concerned her, too, that Sally was snoozing at this particular moment. She wanted to talk to the flute-spirit about this. On the other hand, she knew Sally often snoozed off and on during the day and was cranky if you woke her unnecessarily...\n... And she knew that Sally likely felt this too, and was studying it in her own way.\n\nThen she heard the scouts returning, and Rawn's call to them.\nHmmm...\nBest check this out. Perhaps they found something...\nShe stepped that way on light feet, turning back and forth in her head if she should be evidently there for Rawn, or to stay hidden... She just couldn't shake that creeped-out feeling..." }, { "author": "Coh", "message": "Cohedron allowed himself to be led by his dwarven scout entourage, a small, patient smile on his lips. His step was light upon the packed snow, leaving virtually no trace of his passing, which was typical of elvenkind in general.\n\nThose icy blue eyes fell upon Rawntha as they approached, and his smile widened in satisfaction. \"The leader of this expedition, are you? Excellent.\" His voice was melodic, again not unusual for elves, but the accents were different as well, as if he were using some ancient language origin of the spoken tongue and forcing it to fit into modern dialect. \"You seek to make your way to the Felya Sab*, is this not correct?\"\n\nThe tall being gestured with one hand out behind him, in the general direction of where the mines lay. \"It is forbidden ground,\" He said in a voice that was suddenly quite grave. \"Established long ago by an elder race. And yet...\" He paused patiently, looking around at those who had begun to gather around them. His smile remained, but he seemed almost... Sad? \"We must go to this place. There are things that must be learned... And corrected.\"\n\nHalf-turning then, he glanced back at the pink-haired elf, those blue eyes penetrating, then turned back to continue addressing Rawntha. \"You are not enough, not prepared enough, and the promises were all apparently broken...\" At this, those blue eyes lowered to the ground, and it took the being a long moment to conjure up new strength. The original smile returned. \"New promises shall be made. We must re-forge that which has been forgotten.\"" }, { "author": "anonymousraccoon_", "message": "Hrosty had gathered with the rest of them to listen to the mysterious elf. Her ram, Gingersnap, remained calm and quiet, only occassionaly lowering his head to sniff at something in the snow. At the mention of promises being broken and new ones needing to be made she furrowed her orange brows and idly stroked her gorgeous beard with its beads and braids in it. \n\nFor now she did not speak but rather listened, it was better to gather information than bombard with questions - at least at the moment." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Keladan couldn't help but be drawn in with the others. Leaving his thoughts and sad pile of arcane instruments behind. \nHis own pink brow arched higher and higher as he listened.. Forbidden? Knowledge to be learned..? That almost made the insults worth bearing... Almost.* A sinking tingling feeling crept along the enchanters spine. Accompanied by damnable doomed curiosity.\n\n Keladan would observe how Rawntha handled this elf. Standing there quietly and looking unusually prim in the snow, He was sure everyone was itching to hear some sort of explanation. \n\n Either way, This was far more than had previously been bargained for... This was probably the mage responsible for the elementals. Yet, Coh brought out a feeling of envy within Kel. His pride couldn't stand it. He rather enjoyed being the most mysterious and whimsical elf around.. Complete rubbish that was~ who would have thunk.. In the heart of dwarf territory too.. Kel would show him who was 'enough'.." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Nimue had overheard some of the dwarves moving to listen in on whatever the newcomer had to say, but she didn't have any time to see for herself - she had potions to craft and they had little time before they would set off for the mines again.\n\nShe did ponder if the elf had come to assist them in their quest to take back control of the mines - suppose they would have to wait and see. She was grateful that she didn't decide to bring Tempest along, the wee Owlet was still to young for this sort of drama." }, { "author": "theutilizer001", "message": "Rawntha lifted a single eyebrow as the \"Elf\" Spoke about the mine being \"Forbidden ground\", elder races, and things to be corrected. He wasn't sure what the \"Elf\" Was on about.\n\nThough, elf didn't seem right. Rawn knew a lot of elves. This creature, it it was an elf, had a feeling of... Oldness. No, not oldness. Ancientness. Could something have survived from before the destruction of the ancient world? And if so, why was it now appearing here. Could an elf from the days of the blood magics still be wandering the lands?\n\nHe studied the elf briefly as the newcomer seemed to move as if his appearance an... Help?... Should just immediately be accepted and acted upon.\n\nThe dwarf didn't get a sense of any malice towards the members of the caravan, but a stranger, offering help, on the doorstep of what was expected to be a difficult battle, seemed much to convenient. \n\nAnd \"Promises\" Broken? New promises? Unknown Forgotten things to be reforged?\nThis had all the makings of a trap, but... Something told Rawn he at least needed to hear this man out.\n\n\"You have spoken a lot of vague things, sir. There are hints, but you haven't given me much reason to blindly accept that you're here to help. You seem to be in quite a hurry, as you have not even introduced yourself so that I may know how to address you. I mean no disrespect, but I'll need more of an explanation. \nAfter all, all these people\" He gestures around the camp Are my responsibility. I cannot simply jump at the suggestion of a stranger.\"" }, { "author": "Sallieri", "message": "As Fey closed in on the location of the \"Elf\" In the waking world, it helped Sally with her own examinations... But she had no idea what this was. The dream realms, so closely tied to the mental landscapes, were so closed in and dark and ... Heavy... That she dared not peer closer for now, lest she become lost. So, she 'woke up' and resumed her perceptions via the flute at Fey's side." }, { "author": "Fey", "message": "As Sally 'woke up', Fey felt her sense of consternation and concern, but knew that her guide would fill her in later. So, she kept her eye on High Lord Rawntha and their mysterious stranger. Hanging back 'over here' at the farther fringe of the gathered dwarves and others, leaned back on a wagon, she hoped she was properly inconspicuous. She wasn't sure she wanted the strange \"Elf\" To notice her or not.\n\nShe nodded approvingly, though, at Rawn's inclination towards caution. Sure, it wasn't that Fey could not be reckless on occasion, but she did often prefer to gather her intel before leaping into the more dangerous situations, and ... Well, 'forbidden ground' ... Treading on such did not imply a sunny day in the park, now did it?\n\nIt'd make a heck of an epic poem, though, if she lived to pen it and perform it. But, she dragged her mind back from imagining that even before Sally could rouse and scold her, and kept her focus on Rawn and the visitor." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Nimue had finally finished crafting the needed potions for a few of the fighting groups of Dwarves, passing around the bottles and giving a few of the Dwarves rough explanations on when and how best to use them.\n\nShe herself had also come near to the chatter between Coh and Rawntha himself - finally getting a better look at this new stranger - something whispered to her of just how old this fellow felt. She had met a number of elves who were of elder age - but this stranger felt much older than even them.\n\nShe did agree that they couldn't just rush ahead without being told what they needed - thus she decided to linger around and see what would come of this discussion." }, { "author": "Coh", "message": "The strange being with the vibrant blue eyes watched the dwarf readily as the stout fellow considered his offer. Coh had not long been returned to Eluaria proper, and this time like the times before it, people seemed different. It was obvious that Rawntha knew that not all was as it seemed with him, and perhaps Coh should have chosen his form better, knowing to whom it was he was approaching: even in the best of days, elves and dwarves hardly found the company of one another palatable. \n\nHis answering smile was patient and seemed to reflect understanding for Rawntha's reservations. He nodded once in response. ╙\"Perhaps you are wise to distrust, master dwarf,\"╘He spoke in particularly fluent dwarvish, if with an archaic accent. ╙\"But surely even those of you from the farthest, deepest holds have not completely forgotten the kinship between dwarf and my kind.\"╘ His words relating to 'holds' and 'dwarf' were of the oldest, most venerable forms, as though he referred to a treasured homeland and the most noble of the dwarven race. Those words were intended for Rawntha himself, as Coh could feel those drawn in, curious at his arrival, but after he switched back to the Common tongue to continue, and he spread his hands out from his body in a gesture of peace. \"Long has the pact been unnurtured, but we are attuned to this world as much as any other: the eldest of dragons have returned to face the changes that loom before us all.\" \n\nHere he paused, his smile fading as his head turned to scan over the surrounding encampment and the people drifting closer. \"If I am forgotten, it bodes poorly for the efforts I left behind in my stead, and the chaos surrounding the mine below surely confirms. I am known as Coh, and those of your people in these lands once served the cause I pledged them to. Let us find what became of their fate, and if their dreadful charge remains intact. I sense that here, at least, not all is lost... Yet.\"" } ]	195	6,553
307.952381	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "kirinth", "message": "It's a long way between Heatherstead and Felfatheas, but it's not too much of a trouble for a merchant with steadfast determination and enough time on her hands to actually walk across this (rather) perilous landscape. She was told that this pathway into Elven territory there's elementals and giants roaming the road terrorizing travelers sometimes, but she's sure she'll probably make it there fine if she's careful enough.\n\nThough hiding this gigantic backpack that is her entire wares could be a bit troublesome. Traveling merchant prides themselves in having various wares to sell to adventurers in need, so she won't settle for less. She gotta have an entire shop's worth of items on her back!\n\n'get a packmule or cart' you say? Cart are for sissies! Real Traveling Merchant use backpack and their own strong legs!\n\nShe marches, carrying tower of wares, wobbling onto the Elven territory one step at a time." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "In the forest nearby Richard is prowling for his next meal. Although he is his hunger for adventure brought him here it was not a substitute for an actual meal.\n\nHe is extremely excited to hunt new creatures that he never encountered before as well as to try new cuisines. After leaving his tribe he went to walk the world and see what experiences he will encounter. Having nothing more on him then his clothes and determination he will become the next legend of his tribe.\n\nBut now to more pressing matters, dinner. Richard is following a small beast trying to understand it a bit better before going for the first and final strike. But the creature gets spooked by something and surprisingly get on the road. \n\nRichard follows it and just as it gets on the road he jumps out of the darkness of the forest and strikes the creature down. After confirming the kill he noticed the someone else is right beside him.\n\"Oh...\" He looks her up and down to see if maybe she is dangerous but after assuming she is not he has a look at his pray then back at her. \"Uhm strange first encounter... But hi!\" He tried to say it in the most non threatening way and smiled, theat also revealed his enlarged canines." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus walked down the path, taking in the sights and sounds of his surroundings. The sun was shining brightly, casting long shadows across the ground beneath him, and the cool breeze washed over him, rustling the leaves on the trees overhead. The air was crisp and fresh.\n\nAs usual, he had nothing really special with him at the first glance. The sword of darkness and an odachi was on his left hip while the a long rapier resting on the opposite side of the hip.\n\nIt would take a while before he could encouter the two other major characters. Since he was just quite far from them." }, { "author": "Sally Forth", "message": "\"Gyaah!\"\n\nThe merchant girl is startled, as someone just popped within her safe zone without any sign. She jumped a few inch from the ground, but manage to land on the floor without her tower of wares falling down on top of them. She has impressive balance, it seems.\n\n\"Whoa! How did you even get that close?!\"\n\nA quick look reveals a man in tribal(?) outfit, a critter dead in hand, and F A N G S oh no oh bugger I am dead\n\nWait. Actually... Not being attacked first meaning not-hostile intent... Hunter? Forager? Possible... Customer?\n\nShe adjust her demeanor, nudge her crooked glasses back in its place, and adjust her long ponytail hair, then return with her most friendly merchant smile.\n\n\"Ah, hi! Sally's Super Save Shop, at your service! I'm Sally Forth, shop owner and your today's lucky gal! What can I get you?\"" }, { "author": "jaguaro1000", "message": "A bit confused but also happy because she did not got spooked, he tries to straighten himself up after a hunt.\n\n\"Oh! A merchant I see. Hmm...\"\nHe ponders a second.\n\"First of all, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Richard hunter and adventurer enthusiast. Now... Well you see, I believe you have a lot of wonderful stuff buuuut... I am broke\"\nHe let's a small nervous chuckle. Then he has an idea. \n\"\"Hear me out. I may not have money but I have this.\"\nAnd he brings out animals skins expertly cut.\n\"Maybe we can trade if you want.\"\nHe tries to persuade her while still having his hands covered in blood from the last hunt." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "At the first glance, he was normal, at least. However, when you inspected more carefully, the bloody smell was lingering around him. Was that the result of not taking bath in 100 years? In fact, that was the obvious consequence of killing too much. His hands was covered in blood while a head of an old man was being held on one of the hand.The hair of the head was drooping, blood was still flowing profusely. It seemed like that person had just been sent to hell not long ago.\n\n\"Thanks to you, I will have some more coin things to store. Your death was not useless at all. Hah.\"\n\nHe kept walking for a while before raising the holding hand to mock at the dead head. Since the natural of undead was halting him from expressing extreme emotion, he did not feel anything after killing that man or mocking him like that.\n\n\"Well. I should not have deformed the face too much... Hmmm...\"\n\n\n\nCensored scene depicting the condition of the head...\n\n...\n\n\"Well perhaps they'll still give me the money.\"\n\nAfter that, he kept focusing on walking,\n\n\"I need a mount... Sooner or later.\"" }, { "author": "Sally Forth", "message": "\"Hm? Lessee lessee...\"\n\nSally set down the backpack tower (which miraculously stays upright) and politely take the animal skin from the would-be customer, laid down on her lap to take a look as she crouches down, eyes locking to it.\n\nIt's not a super-rare thing or anything, but this shows that it has been meticulously prepared by an expert from the moment of the hunt up to skinning and drying. A high quality raw material for a craftsmen looking to create higher quality items.\nShe's a merchant and is all for making profit, but lowballing this would be an insult to her occupation.\n\n\"Umu. Fumufumu.\" She make noise as she inspects it from every angle, touching it, squeezing, stroking. \"How many more of these do you have? I'm sure we could come to some agreement, definitely.\"" }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "\"I have around four, five with this little one if you want a fresh one.\"\n\nRichard starts to sniff the air a little. At first is almost unnoticeable, as he is unsure if it's maybe a faint smell coming from his kill or something else. He gets back at Sally.\n\n\"So what would this bring me? If you don't want to go with money I would love condiments.\"\n\nBut then Richard snapped back in the direction of the wind and sniffed a bit harder.\n\n\"Something is coming this way.\"\n\nHe puts himself between the origin of the smell and Sally.\n\n\"Something that reeks of death. Not sure what it is but for sure it can be dangerous. Pack your things and stay on your guard.\"\n\nRichard said as he was staying on guard, preparing to jump the target at the smallest chance of dangerous advancement of the target." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus was not too far from them. The road itself made a curve around the nearby forest, which caused the hidden curved part of the path was invisible. Unless someone had the ability to feel the presence of someone including the presence of Undead, or was able to sense the smelling from afar, they would not be able to tell if there was anything. The bloody smell on Severus mixed with his 100-year-not-taking-bath Undead body (undead's characteristic) created a disgusting but charming smell for the ravens or necromancers. Moreover, the wind was gently blowing in the exact direction where the Jaguar man and the Wander Trader were.\n\nFrom Severus's point of view, it was just a normal day without anything really special. He tried to remember the battle he just had the moment before returning here. Still nothing special. They were all hopeless in Severus eyes.\n\nBehind Severus' back was some more soulless heads hanging using their hair, attached to the Knight's waist. No one could tell what he just did but the cruelty. \n\n\"Hmm...\" He mumbled something.\n\nHe could feel it. The familiar things. There were living-beings around here. There was no doubt that this pathway had others, since it had a branch that connected to the Elves' land. Even so, he would not care if he encountered any people. Perhaps he would even show off to them what he just did and laugh about that.\n\nJust after taking the aforementioned corner, the living-beings that he had felt recently could see him very clearly. A 7.1 feet tall Dark Knight bathed in blood would emerge from the light. A full-body heavy armour would shine under the sunlight while the heads swinging when he moved.\n\nWhen he had seen the two, he would just normally look at them. However, from their point of view, it was possible that they would see his eyes glow like an evil red flame, slightly shine through the holes on the metal helmet. The wind gentle blew caused his orange fur cape to wave predictably." }, { "author": "Sally Forth", "message": "It had also occurred to her that she really need a protection trying to travel the world, but for her first trip choosing to stick to roads is a very, very safe bet. This road in particular is not so dangerous, or so she was told. Some stray Elementals here and there, no problem. She bought some pure elements for them to snack on and maybe befriend them. Orcs? Shouldn't be wandering near the road and if they do she should be able to outrun them easily.\n\nBut holy canned mackerel, a DEATH KNIGHT?! Not in the list of countryside road hazard.\n\nShe take out a folded shovel (one of her wares for sale. Digs well, made of quality metal, and does not take up much space. On 25% discount if you buy now) and hold it in her hand, hoisting her backpack back up ready to hightail outta here.\n\n\"Well, if you don't mind a side gig, I could really use your help getting out of here. What'll you say?\" She ask the fanged adventurer, gauging response." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "Looking a secondin the back.\n\n\"Well I was going to do that any way, let's just say you make a good deal and we are fair.\"\n\nNow with his eyes back at the Dark Knight.\n\n\"I do not know who you are but we don't want trouble. But I assure you if you make an other step I will take it as an treat and respond accordingly.\"\n\nRichard has his muscles tense, readying to jump on the target if he does get any closer." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"Hmm. Oh hoh? A couple of travellers?\"\n\nHe glanced at the merchant's backpack,\n\n\"That's a lot of things you's got there.\"\n\nIn fact, he did not know that merchant was a trader but thought she was just a normal traveller travelling with her fellow or so. He reached back to tie the hair of the head he was holding onto his waist. The knot was great and tightly tied.\n\nAfter that, he waved his blood-stained right hand vigorously, letting the blood splash onto the ground.\n\n\"Trouble?\"\n\nHearing the threat made him feel funny as he confidently took another step closer to them.\n\n\"What now?\" He giggled." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "At the moment the Dark Knight took an other step, Richard still in fuman form pounce on him and trying to atack the joints of the armor using his claws that grown instantaneously. Trying to keep in mind the weapons he has." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Seeing the man tried to attack him, he did not mind but welcome him by blocking the strike with his armoured arm. He did not expect the claws to grow like that from his hands at all, until he looked at the man more carefully. Quickly, he recognised the weird skin pattern of that individual.\n\nThe strike did tear the softest-looking part of the armour, which had happened a few times before. He did not feel anything but that annoyed him as it would take a small amount of his stored life-energy to repair that. His eyes then stared at the man with that weird claws. It was just like a flame, even though there might be no flame inside that helmet.\n\n\"I didn't know that you can quickly grow your fingernails that fast. Some women may love that ability to grow nails as quick as the morons' actions,\" He said mockingly.\n\nThe scratch was not too deep but if that was a normal person, blood could already leak out. He then use his other hand to pat and check the attacked one's condition.\n\n\"Perfectly fine.\"\n\nHe chuckled before quickly tried to grasp the clawed man with his hand." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "After Richard noticed that no blood is coming out he understood that some strange creature is inside the armor and not a normal humanoid and that surprises him.\n\nBecause of that moment of distraction he did not have enough time to dodge the attack so he does the next best thing and wants to start a grapple contest with the Knight. Richard is trying to do an arm lock on the arm that is grabbing him.\n\n\"Ironic for someone that smells like a pile of garbage to tell me what women would like.\"" }, { "author": "Kafral", "message": "A small giggle, covered by rustling leaves and static bounced off the trees and into the forest path. Something or someone was watching, and laughing at the conflict. The giggle grew into a chuckle, a laugh, a cackle, and ending in a fit of screeching like nails on a chalkboard. From the tops of the nearby trees, yellow eyes peered down at the conflict. Though it made no move to intervene, it was slowly shifting through shadowed branches. As one yellowed eye stayed locked on the conflict, another drifted to the young merchant. Kafral looked the woman up and down several times before resting the one eye firmly on the pack. It was then that Kafral let his voice be known, the sound of nature perverted and twisted to fit into the rules of human speech. Strained and unnatural, the sound of Kafral's voice bounced between pitch and even volume\n\n\"Bag of Shiny\"\n\nThe eye that had been watching the fight drifted to join the other now locked on the merchant. The little yellow eyes moved silently through the trees, ever so slowly closing the distance between Kafral and Sally.\n\n\"Pretty Creature. Bright head.\"\n\nKafral shuddered, the movement causing the sound of rustling leaves more than anything else. Closer now, Kafral was perched between Sally and the ongoing fight, yet seemed interested in getting any closer to either of them. Kafral called out to the woman in a voice different from his past words. The wilderling perfectly mimicked the voice of an older woman, but there was still something not quite right in the performance, a streak of I'll intentions plagued the playback that echoed through the mask.\n\n\"Where is my daughter? Where is my baby girl?\"\n\nThe sentence was followed by another quickly stifled giggle. Despite Kafral's eyes being pretty visible, there was no way to discern his silhouette in the treetops" }, { "author": "Sally Forth", "message": "While she is bad at perception, being a glasses blondie she is, but she's good at capturing Intention.\nShe gives herself a quick run-down of the situation;\nA fight broke out in front, tiger(?)man marked as temporary allies. Horror armor now temporary danger/threat/generally oh-noes.\nShe has planned to rummage through the wares to find something that can get her out of this predicament, but the —intention— of something negative comes up from above. It make soe noise. Sound. An attempt to converse, perhaps, but she can judge the intention to a certain degree. \n\nPlayfulness? Malice? Not sure.\nOne thing is sure though—\n\n\"No stealing!\"\n\nTurning to the source of the voice, Sally swings her (yet unfolded, silly her) shovel, only to hit air." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "They had a great and intensive grapple contest. Severus reached out to strangle the man. However, it was quite difficult for Severus to reach his neck, so he decided to grab and push the claw man instead to make he fall on the ground.\n\nSeverus laughed at the man's mocking words, \"That is why I am the garbage taker who will take out all the trash blocking my way.\"\n\nWhile trying to push the man to the ground, he also attempted to free his locked arm. Severus tried to swing him back and forth to keep him off balance. Without letting any body part being useless, Severus gave the struggling man a foreceful headbutt. Unlike mortals, Severus would feel less painful when his physical body being attacked or damaged. One of his free legs swiped hard at the man's leg also trying to knock him to the ground.\n\nEven though he was really focusing on the battle, he could sense the presence of another very-living being. Its life was more abundant than the rest of the humans there. That was some what familiar. But he did not have time to think if he had met that living being before." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "While the pushing contest was going on, grunting he said.\n\n\"If you really want to take something, I suggest a bath.\"\n\nEven though he saw it coming, because Richard was stuck in the armlock he got a headbutt full force and still keept the struggle while spitting blood.\n\n\"That is all you can do? You oversized thrash can?\" \n\nAfter Richard said that he saw a powerful leg coming straight to him so he released the armlock while jumping into a backflip and getting back his balance.\n\nWhile looking at him the shadow knight can se that the damage from the headbutt is healing extremely fast, in matter of seconds.\n\nHis ear twitched and heard a mix of disturbing sounds coming from the direction of Sally. He hates to let a hunt go but he made promise to protect the girl.\n\n\"Shit! I am not done with you.\" \n\nHe said in frustration after that he started to run towards Sally." }, { "author": "Kafral", "message": "The wilderling dropped from the trees, some ten feet from Sally. Strangely, the creature made no sound upon hitting the earth, but carried a cloud of flowers with it. Kafral's wooden plank mask melded into his leafy flesh. Though he had the overall frame of a human, his arms hung far below his knees and his fingers were armed with curved wooden talons. He carried an ancient feel, something that has been alive for quite some time, something that was not supposed to exist. An aura of disgust flowed like smoke from the wilderling, smothering the scent of flowers with that of death and rot. Now between Richard and Sally, Kafral showed no fear, no emotion at all, but the shattered cries of a broken mother still rang out from the mask.\n\n\"No-no no no no, not my sweet baby\"\n\nThe voice was broken not just by distortion, but by the sorrow that spilled from Kafral's face and onto the forest road.\n\n\"*You can't have my baby\"\n\nThe sound was drowned by a sudden loud buzz, quick and deafening but that faded in seconds. Kafral stood motionless staring at Sally, judging the effect of his intimidation" }, { "author": "Sally Forth", "message": "This is bad this is bad this is bad! She sort of have heard something like this before. There used to be something that kinda like a scarecrow horror that she heard from the passing by adventurers. They mimics the sound of their prey that they took using the prey's last few sentences before their life ends. Maybe this is that?! But it doesn't look like a scarecrow at all... \n\nAnyway, this guy is clearly dangerous! Not something a folding shovel could fix! And the ongoing scuffle of the armor horror and the new ally is still something she need to consider about too.\n\nBut then there's that... Noise! A sudden sonic spike that made her ears rings! She was formulating plans, but that surprise attack scrambled her good!\n\n\"Agh...!\"\n\nShe drop the shovel and trips on her own high heel boots! Her bum lands on the stony pathway, but the thing that follows with the fall is PHYSICS. \nA tower of wares, large and small, is falling onto one man and one armor that is coming towards her!" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Taking bath or not, Severus would never mind about that. The huge trash can's heart would never be touched by any of those insults, not even a single bit.\n\n\"Now you are the one who is running away.\"\n\nThe unprecedented sound made by the strange creature was fearful. However, as for the Undead Knight, it was just a simple sound that could not even bothered him. Since the claw man ran towards the blonde girl and abandoned Severus, he felt quite disappointed. That feeling did not last long anyways. From a distance, he stared at the wooden-like creature, before slowly and carefully following behind the frustrated man. No matter what happened, Severus was ready to interrupt everything in front of his eyes.\n\n\"Alright then...\" He muttered under his breath, a low growl escaping his lips. He clenched his fist.\n\nEvery steps he took, the closer he would approach all of them of course. However, he felt that something had got into him recently. A strange yet miracle aura was keeping him even stronger from expressing his emotions. His as red as flames eyes stared at the ancient-looking creature. It might be as 'old' as him or even older. However, age was not a matter for ancient creatures, but knowledge. Depends on their knowledge about the world, they could have an advantage over the others. That was why Severus took advantages of many good people to learn more about this land. He also paid them back if he could as nothing was free.\n\nSoon, from a distance, all of them would stand in the corners of a triangle. Severus rested his hand on the pommel of the rapier on the right side of his hip. The sword was so long as it looked almost like a slim spear with a sheath.\n\n\"Now now, we've got some souls here and a weird looking vibrating being. You cannot just run away from me in a battle like that. The lady over there could be in danger, but facing away from your opponent is a lethal choice. If I wanted, I could take advantage of that opportunity to cut your limb or your head off already.\"" }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "Richard got close to her location and sees her falling and the armor that is falling towards her. He is not sure if he will made it in time so he activates his aura.\n\nA fire like aura starts to form around him and a especially condensed color around his legs, his eyes started to look closer that of a feline. He accelerated extremely fast and dodged all the falling items using his fast reflexes and reaction speed.\n\nHe managed to bolt through everything fast enough to grab Sally just in time so that the armor would not fall on her.\n\n\"Are you ok?\" Richard asked while trying to dodge everything else and put her at a distance far enough from the creature to not get her.\n\n\"The tin man is not normal but what the hell is that creature?\"\n\nHe looks around at all her items.\n\n\"By the way I am sorry for your trinkets.\"\n\nAfter putting her down she can see that one of her knives stabbed him in the shoulder. Who would have thought that is harder to dodge while carrying someone." }, { "author": "Kafral", "message": "Kafral seems almost completely unbothered by the chaos, even as Sally's belongings rained down on him. Boxes and blades, shields and bows, all fell heavy on Kafral's head. Despite the downpour of wares, Kafral remained unfazed, either unable to feel the pain or ignoring it entirely. In fact, the wilderling didn't seem to mind most of what happened around him, his eyes locked unmoving on Sally and paying little to no mind to Richard.\n\nKafral stayed unmoving, but something had caught his attention in the mess of trinkets. An ornate handheld mirror, now in several shards, reflected the face of the wilderling back at himself. It was only when Kafral's long arms obtained the biggest shard that his gaze was broken. Holding the piece up to the mask, Kafral began to touch his wooden face. As Kafral dragged wooden claws across his face, one of his curved nails dropped into the socket where blighted eyes lived. Though he immediately recoiled from the feeling, he still seemed curious about the shard. But such curiousities had always proven dangerous. The glass fell from Kafral's hand onto the stone, multiplying the shards as it broke once more. The wilderling looked back up at Sally, seemingly seeing Richard for the first time\n\nKafral's eyes pulled to Richard, his corrupt voice calling to the pureness of the wilds\n\n\"Half mud. Half stink\"\n\nBlighted eyes snapped back to Sally's, a sickening hunger hiding behind the mask\n\n\"Full killer. All stink\"\n\nLastly Kafral's head spun completely around, the sound of breaking bone ringing out as his body faced forward and his face now gazed upon Severus\n\n\"Sweetness\"\n\nKafral giggled slightly still looking at Serverus" }, { "author": "kirinth", "message": "The wares, the supposedly her entire wealth, lies scattered on the stony roadside.\n\nShe got up with the help of Richard, then turn back in horror.\nNot because there's a terrifying wood demon thingy(?) looking to eat her, or because of an approaching living armor(?) with a menacing aura\n\nBut it's because that fall just now probably cost her quite a bit. The damage figuratively bleeds her in terms of financial health.\n\n\"Oh no! My wares!\" She exclaims, \"And also OH NO THE KNIFE!\"\nShe grabs the knife, but unsure if she should pull it out.\n\n\"I mean, given that this is a fine detailing cooking knife made from composite iron which is made specifically for working with extremely small detailing and thus require extreme sharpness, no wonder it could go through you as if it was phasing through. Totally a premium product, that!\"\n\nIn the end, she does decide to pull that out and quickly press on the wounds with her handkerchief. The knife is too good at its job so the cut is very clean. Closing it should be easy.\n\nNow, overpowered by anger of breaking her wares, she quickly whips a lamp out of her side pack, and after lighting it, waving it threateningly at the two assaulters\n\n\"I don't give a RAT'S bum about why you are here! I don't care about you and your STINK or KILLER or whatever! I don't care if you are even live or un-live or de-live or actually in fact I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU ALL ARE!\" \n\nShe then points at Serverus and Kafral (the latter more intensely).\n\n\"You are going to say SORRY! And you are going to compensate my broken stuff! This cost REAL MONEY, Y'know?!\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "As Severus noticed the pile of items falling, his mind immediately began to process the situation. Some of the items were small so he could just use his hands to block it. However, for the sharpened metal blades, he could not just flail his hand recklessly. At that moment, he quickly assessed the situation, his eyes darting from one item to another. From his experience, normally it would not cut deep into his thick armour. Even the Wolven-howlers or Spurnhounds had a hard time biting or scratch him... Thinking too much left him without much time. Quickly, he released the whole sword and its sheath together, the Filthy Darkness inside its sheath made a perfect emergency club. A sharp sword flew over Severus and impacted but did not do anything much to the Dark Knight's armour, and the left was swiftly knocked aside, left an unharmed Severus. The items had clanked when it touched the floor.\n\nHaving dodged and knocked all the stuffs already, Severus directed his attention to the sound of the creature again.\n\n\"Sweetness\"? Severus chuckled. That ancient-looking creature did really have something. Something really mysterious. Something really caught Severus' attention. It had a good taste in many things... Fashion? Moral? Evils? Whatever could it be, that creature has no humane sense for sure. Just like the growing Severus. He nodded as the creature as he assumed that gesture was a sight of politeness.\n\nAfter that, he glanced at the two over there, at the girl who was screaming because of the fallen goods. If the claw man could heal from Severus' headbutt, Severus was sure that the wound would heal in the same way. Vampire? Possible a high-tier vampire if he was one as he was walking under the sunlight. But no, the characteristics on the claw man was obvious, he was a beast. A cruel beast, with a good brain, unlike the stupid monsters Severus had slayed out there. With the distinguishable marks on the skin... Panther? Whatever...\n\n\"Money? Humans all care about money, aren't they?\"\n\nSeverus slowly and steadily approached the girl with a serious tone. His eyes stared at her through the holes on the helmet could cause the girl to be frightened. He gripped the grip of the sword tightly, the sheath was still there. But even without a blade, it could act as a dangerous club. A normal girl would not be able to bear an impact from it combined with Severus' strange strength.\n\n\"Your friend could be dead if that Cooking knife Stabbed closer to his neck. At least you should give him a healing potion in case he could not heal the wound.\"\n\nHe pointed the sword her while threatening. His voice was serious yet calm,\n\n\"This world is not your protected village or the cottage you live in. If someone wanted, they could end your life. So first, you better know how to deal with such a situation. You should have run with your companion and leave behind all the things. He is an able-man, don't disable him. You all are mortals after all.\"\n\nSeverus stared at the beast man to see his reaction. If he was about to attack again, with the sword in his hand, Severus would knock him out without mercy... Unless he dodged. Then he kept on his lecture about life,\n\n\"You want me and Plant,\" Severus pointed at Kafral, \"To compensate you? If I say no and leave you here. What are you going to do huh? Chase after me and stab me in the back? That will never work unless you were really powerful. Powerful enough to make me stumble under your feet!\"\n\nSaying a little bit loud in an upset tone, Severus' feelings soon were halted by the mysterious aura. Because of that, his voice once again calmed down,\n\n\"Real money means nothing when you are dead. And so do your friends. If they were dead, then can you think about money over your friends? If you could, then you would have been worse than me.\"\n\nHe knotted the sheath back to where it should be and crossed his hands,\n\n\"You better don't cut my words.\"\n\n\"Moreover, instead of sitting there and screaming, why don't you stand up and collect what you could still sell.\"\n\nHe sighed, lecturing a stranger was not what he planned to do. However, he could not just leave a powerless stubborn girl to wander around this merciless world.\n\n\"Here, take this.\"\n\nHe precisely grabbed a head that was hanging freely behind his hip and handed to the girl. Many would say that he was insane, but for Severus, that was a huge sum of money.\n\n\"No,\" He replied, \"You will have to take this.\"\n\nNo matter how would she refuse, he would still hand her the head and explain,\n\n\"This is the head of the Head bandit Of Iron Blood. They raged around here, the land of Heatherstead.\"\n\nHe rubbed his chin,\n\n\"Bring it to a fancy building in Miller Dale. You cannot miss it, it's very unique. They will reward you a handsome sum of... 50 golds and a few silvers as I remember.\"\n\nAfter that, he turned his head to say hi at Kafral for no reason." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "First of all Richard was really surprised and he was not sure if the knife in the back or the big black tin can is although a bit deranged maybe good.\n\nSeeing that the situation is at least stable with the Dark Knight he tries to regain his composure. He looks back at Sally and tries to calm her.\n\n\"It's ok, don't worry.\"\nHe moved her had with the handkerchief and although som blood was left around, the wound was healed.\n\"I am a bit more resilient than I look. Are you hurt in any way?\"\n\nAfter he straighten himself up he looked at the Knight.\n\"As I see you are not a mindless creature and maybe this situation is an unfortunate turn of events. If you don't want to harm us in any way then I will not do that to you either.\" About the head situation Richard will wait to see Kirin's reaction to see what he will do.\nThen he looks back at the plant monster.\n\"I am new to this place. If by any means it was an misunderstanding with you as well I am sorry.\"\nRichard is looking at the creature waiting a response.\n\nEven though he gave everyone a chance to solve this amicably he will not let his guard down. Especially now that he is outnumbered. If any of them tries to do something threatening Richard will respond accordingly." }, { "author": "Kafral", "message": "As Kafral's head turned to Sally, the flames of the lamp lapped thoughtless memories in Kafral's pale eyes. Large wooden spines erupted from the wilderling's back like porcupine quills. Kafral's entire body began to shake and vibrate, the sound like rustling leaves as the fronds from behind the mask stood on end. With every passing second Kafral's body lost all softness. Large plates of dense wood covered his body like armor, and where the plates could not fit there lived a mix of needles and wooden spines. Even the unchanging mask had several thorny vines crawling up its edges. Diving a clawed hand between wooden plates and through thorny flesh, Kafral pulled a spear from his chest with a rusty iron tip that the handle seemed to grow around. Low to the ground, Kafral brandished the weapon directly at Sally, the light from the lamp reflecting the fear behind the mask.\n\n\"Kill the Stinky. Kill the Bright Head\"\n\nThe wilderness swayed with Kafral's words, the forest that surrounded the roads held its breath at the repetition of history. Kafral, the last known wilderling, brandishing man's own weapon against the girl. Fear, hatred, and anger swirled in yellow eyes as small pink sparks began to pop from the thorned edge of Kafral's mask\n\n\"Monster\"\n\nThough Kafral lacked most all facial features, the sneer and venom could be heard in his words even with their distortion. The disdain only increased once his gaze drifted to Richard\n\n\"Disgusting, Filthy, Ugly, lie with Monster. False Child\"\n\nIn all his insults, Kafral had not even considered Severus as a threat, or really what he was at all. Kafral recognized a similar stink in Severus that he smelled of himself. Though Kafral considered the undead an atrocity of mankind, he found more in common with mankind's dead than their living" }, { "author": "Sally Forth", "message": "\"Okay, while what you are saying have a point, I reeeeeally cannot discuss on that deal right now.\"\n\nWares scattered, life threatened, deal proposed, allies condition stabilized. In a single second she gathers all the information around her and analyze.\n\nFirst off, the armor man is capable of talking! He's not just spouting random threats and phrases like what she thought. That means he can be talked to! Therefore reason with! This changes a lot of things!\nTo be honest, the head deal is actually worth considering, but she can't spare her brain power to close the deal as of right now.\n\nSecond, Jaguarman is safe! Another yay! What was that healing ability just now? That's kinda insane to be honest! But hey, good for him! Now he can stick close, fully fit! Though it feels kinda cheating taking advantage of other people's kindness, but girl's gotta do what the girl's gotta do! She's safe-ish for now, but we'll see.\n\nThird, woodman's not backing down. In fact he's even more aggressive. This is growing worse by the minute...! But it seems that he hates fire. He probably won't dive if she keeps the lantern up. This should be able to buy her some time.\n\nWith all the data combined, she surmise that what she need is time. She need this woodman to keep its distance, and maybe win the armor over somehow? She really need to stack all the wares up and she can't do it with life threatening monster literally looking to jump her any second. Gotta break this stalemate!\n\n\"So... Hey. Not sure if you have anything you want, Mr. Walking armor, but...\"\nShe grins.\n\"Is there anything you want right now? I'll trade it for your, erm... Service?\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus simply nodded as he had nothing more to say to the beast man. He was so confident in his abilities that he would never think about losing in a fight. However, he would not be able to advance much further with only swords... Just for a moment, he though of trying out new prowess.\n\nJust now he was lost in thought, staring at the flickering flame of the lamp when suddenly a memory flashed through his mind. It was an image of a Dark Knight holding a bright sword, and the armour he wore shone like the sun. But it was not just his appearance that caught Severus' attention, it was the melody that played in the background.\n\nIt was an unfamiliar melody with a dark and enigmatic sound, almost like a song sung in a language he could not understand.\n\nIst das der Engel, der vom dämmernden Himmel hinunter flog?\nIst das der Teufel, der aus der Felsenspalte heraus kroch?\n\n\n\n\nMit Trauer und Entscheidung im Herzen\nZeigen wir den Willen weiterzugehen\n\n\n\n\nIt reminded him of a group of powerful knights who had served under the Dark Knight's command. Yet their name remained unknown. He suddenly saw the flash imagine of Nine Lances of...- But the memory was cut short by the merchant's voice.\n\nSeverus shook his head trying to clear the haze from his mind. He was unsure of what to make of the strange memory or what it might mean.\n\n\"Severus. I am Severus Lavendrature,\" He said, so that she could not have to call him with the made-up names. No one knew what names could they come up with if Severus did not provide his name... Like Ironman for example.\n\n\"I have a lot of things to discuss with you merchant girl.\"\n\nHe stopped and looked at the angered Woodsy Creature.\n\n\"But not now.\"\n\nThe wooden quills, the newly made wooden plates as armour, the wooden needles and spikes, and the rusted spear. Severus' eyes scanned the Woodsy Creature's changes in appearance as he humbled interestingly something about the way the Creature stored items. Even though he did not know why the Forest's Creature was in such a threatened attitude, nor knowing if it was insulting anything. Severus' personality was just altered slightly.\n\nHe was no longer crossing his hand. At that moment, he started to slowly approach the Creature.\n\n\"What is bothering you, my wood friend?\"\n\nHe did not feel afraid or anything. Nothing at all." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "Richard is looking at the plant monster with concern. And to be fair the pile of insults was surprising. After he saw that the creature got a spear, Richard was ready to jump him but then he saw Severus going calmly towards it. He then thought to see where this is going before doing something.\n\nHe positioned himself between the creature and Sally so if anything happens he can at least intercept it.\n\nAll in all this day was definitely something that he expected. A random girl with a entire shop on her back, a creature knight that although conscious and intelligent the sanitary aspect of him definitely needs work and a plant monster that has a lot of murderous intent and a speech impediment." }, { "author": "Kafral", "message": "Kafral stared straight through Richard, the once small sparks that popped from the mask now puffed small flames from the thorns and were accompanied by a low buzz. Even with Richard blocking his sight, Kafral seemed to watch the flame of the lamp regardless. Without turning, Kafral spoke, the low buzz making his already distorted voice difficult, but not impossible to make out\n\n\"Monster fire, liar. Ugly, ugly, ugly thing.\"\n\nThe mask that was Kafral's face had adopted a bright pink glow as small tufts of fire escaped a frame of thorns. The low buzz had also grown, nearly smothering Kafral's voice\n\n\"Murder and Traitor. Death and False one\"\n\nThrough the glow, blighted eyes finally appeared to see Richard. The disgust was almost palpable as Kafral looked at him\n\n\"More monster than real, more ugly than stinkys\"\n\nKafral showed no sign of backing down, but also assumed that Severus was on his side. Though most of his mind had been lost, watching what Richard did had inadvertently won Severus the favor of the wilderling. The glow was nearly blinding to Kafral at this point, but his eyes were aimed dead center at Richards chest\n\n\"Hateful Creature\"\n\nThe blast was nearly instant, the discharge of pure condensed energy left in a straight line from the mask. Like a little rectangular beam of pink light, the blast held true to the shape of the mask, encompassing even the blighted eyes of Kafral. The blast was short lived, as was the sound it carried. The sound of the blast like mortar fire, set off with a loud ear ringing crack and a low rumbling echo. Though the pink beam of light Kafral had produced would be sustained for less than a second, it carried enough power to burn several inches through human flesh, often leaving Kafral's victims with clearly visible or missing organs depending on armor. Even the wilderling was not free from his own destruction as the heat flicked and sprouted several orange flames across his shoulders and head. Though these wounds c\n\nOuld be quickly mitigated, plant flesh burnt relatively fast while burns healed relatively slowly" }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "For a moment the last thing they see is Richard being blasted back by the beam. Because he was on guard he was able to react and concentrate his aura around the chest to take the most of the blast.\n\nRichard is pushed back but still on his feet. His chest although not caved in because of the blast it had his skin superficial surface burn that it was starting to heal.\nAfter a second of shaking of the impact he was angry.\n\n\"That's it, weed is going down.\"\nRichard rushed the plant monster. On his way to it Richard's body started to transform. He was getting bigger, muscle mass was growing the head started to have a new shape, that of a big feline with powerful jaws. In this form he grew to 10' and all his strength was empowered, especially his jaw if also coated aura can brake through any non magically reinforced material.\n\nRichard in his beast form at the moment that he got to the monster he clawed it with his claws powered by his aura as well." }, { "author": "kirinth", "message": "So it really has come to this! They are going at it for real now!\nShe does have some combat training (AKA swinging sticks around), but this is far beyond her skill level, and it's best to stay the hell back and... Er, wish him luck?\n\nIf it was just her she'd throw down a smoke bomb and beat hasty retreat, but she really can't leave this kind man to fight alone with a wood demon that can fire deathbeam! She has to do something!\n\nBut first... Wares!\nGotta collect them all and put it back on her back so at least when she REALLY have to run, no merchandise will be left behind.\nAs she busy herself with recovering her stuff, she will also look for anything that could turn the tide of the battle.\n\n\"Severus! Can you help him?! I'll compensate you for your service!\"\n\nSally said as she tucks away the severed head (that apparently worth fifty gold? Surprisingly!) and put it in a sack to reduce the gruesome factor." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "While trying to approach the strange Creature of Nature, Severus thought about what to say to it. He kept thinking as he approached carefully, until he strained his ears to hear the deep, humming sounds of that Deep Forest Creature trying to make out. Why so struggling? What fire monster? Severus found that confusing and meaningless. However, his instinct, or rather his intuition, was reminding him of something.\n\n\"Flamable?\" He muttered under his breath.\n\nThat mask, why did it keep making some strange sounds. It was shaking continuously as a angry man who could not help but wanted to attack the murderers who slayed his beloved family. All of that thinking took Severus quite an amount of time.\n\nIt was only when he was as close as possible to that Creature of the Forest that something suddenly occurred to him in that dead head. That was possibly it.\n\n\"The lamp! Put the f-\"\n\nSeverus could not spit all the words as it was interupted by an unfamiliar and unwelcoming sound. The streak of light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, leaving him speechless without knowing how to respond. The bright pink light and the sound was loud, yet was fine for Severus.\n\n...\n\nThe burning grass ground... The burning Forest Being... Severus' eyes glanced in the beast man's direction. That was incredible that he survived the powerful attack of Nature, or whatever it could be. If that was Severus, he could be cooked and have to use his precious gathered life-energy to recover the damaged parts. He chuckled. Then, the Knight took a few seconds to admire the Beast Man's ability, but seconds were too long for the angered Beast.\n\nAs Severus expected, the man was some kind of 'were-creature'. Cold-blooded, cruel and sometimes cunning, these were some typicals traits of Werewolf. But what about... That Were-panther, or Were-cat? It was still a big cat no matter what.\n\nThat was fast. Powerful. And conpensating or not, Severus already had his answer of what to do. They were all really interesting and Severus did not want any of them to lay down on this land. Therefore, he let her words fall on deaf ears and started to act differently from what they would expect.\n\nSeverus wasted no time in drawing his rapier from its sheath and throwing it like a dart in an attempt to pin the Beast Man's claw and prevent him from attacking the Forest Being. The sharp point of the rapier pierced through the air with precision, targeting the 10 feet-tall Beast-man's enhanced claw.\n\n\"Halt right there! Halt!\" He shouted in attempt to tell both to stop. Hopefully...\n\nQuickly, he turned to the Blonde Merchant and shouted loudly to tell her to turn off the lamp." }, { "author": "Kafral", "message": "Kafral's mask split horizontally where a mouth might be. The gaping maw was less of a mouth and more of a pit, no tongue or throat, the teeth that rested in his mouth were human, but were spread throughout the hole haphazardly. From the mask the wilderness screamed though it's last true child, the pink energy boiling in the newly formed hole threatening to burst at any moment. The horrid scream was shrill and chilling, a blood curdling cry from a heartless creature. The cry was cut off by a string of strange frequencies, bouncing in and out of what a regular human could notice. Kafral spoke in a language long since dead, burned to ask hundreds of years ago.\n\n\n\nKafral stood firm with his spear at the ready, waiting for a pounce, waiting to use the weight of his attacker to drive the rusted tip completely through. Entranced in the primal display of combat, Kafral only noticed the rapier when it entered his line of sight, but was not at all surprised. A one track mind, that of a real monster unlike the undead or the misunderstood. The malice that flooded from Kafral swept through every blade of grass and every tree. The sweet and sour stench of death billowed in clouds of red mist from between the heavy wooden plates. The misguided hand of mother nature stood on the cobbled street, wielding her raw wrath in its purest form.\n\n\"Freedom\"\n\nThe pink energy flowed through Kafral's body, even the blackened burns that adorned his shoulders held a faint glow. Heat and power gathered from the mask to the tips of taloned fingers" }, { "author": "Sally Forth", "message": "\"Why is nothing going well today?!\"\n\nThis is not about losing money anymore! The gravity of the situation finally being rationally realized that despite walking in a mostly safe rural road connecting two already established towns, this still count as wilderness, and wilderness has its fair share of lethality. To be honest, she's not prepared for this level of danger while traveling in this relatively safe area. But no use crying over spilt milk. The threat is here and is very real. The only way out is either through (extremely hard by the looks of it) or backwards.\n\nFleeing would hurt her wallet a lot, but... As they say, life is precious and worth more than anything.\n\n\"Hunter!\" Sally yells, \"Heads up!\"\nCome to think of it, I still don't know his name...\n\nFrom the scattered wares she gathered, she grabs a bunch of colored smoke bombs and smoky incenses and throw into the lantern. It starts catching fire, and multicolored smoke bellows out of the handheld lantern. She tosses it forward towards the group.\n\n\"Let's run! No use staying here!\"" }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "Richard sensed the blade coming towards his hand so using his aura and fast reaction he managed to catch it.\n\nAt first he was surprised by the intervention but then the wooden creature started to make and ungodly sound that made his ears ring and fill like his head can explode. Thankfully it was cut short and although with a splitting headache he tries to refocus on what is happening.\n\nBecause his ears were still adjusting Richard did not hear the full message from Sally just someone yelling then a smoke explosion going off. The situation was going from bad to worse really fast. Then in all the commotion Richard heard just \"Let's Run!\", with all that was going on it did not sound like a bad idea.\n\nHe just stuck the rapier in the ground between himself and the creature hoping maybe that will confuse it and then bolt it out of the smoke towards the Sally's voice." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus was left in shock as his warning to the blonde merchant girl had fell on deaf ears. Sometimes people would not listen to others for the best result anyways. Despite the potential consequences, he refused to let that deterring him from taking action. Therefore, he must remain focused and determined to protect both the Forest Creature and the Merchant no matter what. For his own sake. He takes a moment to gather himself before launching into action, assessing the situation and devising a plan to diffuse the tension and avert further danger. Or at least, that was what he could plan in a short period of time. Such a miracle for a dead brain.\n\nHe felt like his tongue was dried, the throat was a little bit bitter. But it soon passed. Severus rushed towards the Chunky Tree Being and held his shoulders, where the spikes were not resided at,\n\n\"You! Have to go right now. This is no joke!\"\n\nHis voice was urgent, and instinctively, even though it was meaningless. He took a breath. The Strange Being was appearing like a magic caster casting some otherworldly spells and ready to self-destruct at any moment. Though Severus did not mind that, it would cost him a little bit.. Bitter.\n\n\"Don't just stand here! We'll meet again. At where there's no one. We will talk, without rushing or having any stranger attacking.\"\n\nSeverus was still trying to persuade the Otherwordly Tree Man, in a rushing tone, shouting while shaking the ready-to-explode One.\n\n\"Go! Go now! Into the forest!\"\n\nA strange feeling hindered Severus all other feelings of urge and frustrated, leaving him feeling as normal as possible. Really? In such a situation, who could feel so calm? Must be the Dark Knight, Severus who got the most weird developing personality. Despite the danger and the odds stacked against him...\n\nHe would release the Creature's shoulders soon after that, and was a little bit injured because of the dangerous natural wooden spikes embedded on the poorly mimicked body. The wounds quickly closed itself and healed after that anyhow.\n\n\"You can do it. I'm Severus. Remember that. We will meet again.\"\n\n\"Don't chase, I have business.\"\n\nRushing and rushing, in his calmed voice, he was still striving for a give up from the Mother Nature's Son. Then, he would quickly stand straight up and slowly walk backward to retreat towards the direction that two of the others were running. If it succeed without the strange colour patterns on the Creature acting out of control, he would... Just run." }, { "author": "Kafral", "message": "Kafral watched the pluming smoke, the magnificent colors reminded him not of life and diversity, but of the burning souls of the Frako. Nearly lifeless in Severus' arms, the fog of war filled his vegetated skull, warping both his emotion and perception. Broken beyond any normal repair, Kafral's mind failed to comprehend the situation, and so played an augmented memory through blighted eyes. The deathly knight that had held him no longer wore a helmet, no longer bore a face of steel. What Kafral saw was another creature like him, another wilderling pulling him from the horror as two more disappeared into the smoke. Severus' words slipped easily through the cracks of Kafral's mind, his body to invested in coping from the imagery to focus on a language that wasn't his.\n\n\n\nA mix of frequencies that hardly resembled language made up the tongue of the wilderlings, the scene so horrific, too much for Kafral to take once more.\n\n\n\nA new look on a blank plank mask formed as the gaping maw closed and malice left Kafral's body. Even in the pale yellow, there was concern, there was worry, and there was a small spark of misplaced hope. He was determined to save what he thought were his own. The plates of wood, the thorns and spines, all would fall into a boiling mass of plant matter where only the mask remained unchanged. As his body fell into a disturbing mound, it quickly picked itself back up. The new form was far from the human mimicry, Kafral now stood on four strong legs at a height of nearly eight feet tall. Each leg ended in a wooden hoof, still adorned with long curved nails. The overall form was quite comical, as if someone who had never seen a horse tried to draw one from a loose description. With no tail and an strangely long neck tipped with an unfeeling wooden mask, Kafral now walked the line of being silly and fun to look at, or downright disturbing.\n\n\n\nA strange string of frequencies followed by s\n\nLight gestures and what Kafral was planning became a little less fuzzy. Though a strange build for a mount, Kafral was better suited to carry an ironclad night more than any steed" }, { "author": "Sally Forth", "message": "After a long dash with the weight of about three grown man on her back, Sally looks back to check the situation. Even though she's rather strong, but this still take quite a lot out of her stamina. Still, it's good that they are not followed! Not sure what happened, but the woodman and the death knight does not pursue them both. The hunter follows behind not too far back, and he seems to be overall unharmed. That's a relief.\n\nAll in all, it was not a bad trade. Despite nearly getting herself killed by a raging wooden horror, she did lose only about half of her wares, and she get to meet a good guy! That could be considered a small win in a big but acceptable loss!\nStill... Despite everything, she kind of think that the smooth escape was partly because of the dread knight's doing. She has her suspicion that he's more than meet the eyes (ha!) but she's not going to go back there and check. Not anytime soon, anyway. Maybe she'll wait until they left and circle back to collect her salvageable wares.\n\nMaking sure that they are both safe, she set her backpack down on the grassy meadow on the roadside, and lie flat onto it. The flower smells nice, and the grass are soft and comfy. Can't imagine the deadly encounter they just experienced a few minutes ago.\n\n\"Ha! Ahahahaha! What a trip! And this is just the start of it!\"\n\nShe laughs out loud, happy to be alive." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus stood at the edge of the dense forest, surrounded by a sea of trees that stretched as far as the eye could see. He was alone, save for the blackened bushes, which was still smouldering from the recent fire, the heads carefully tied behind the Dark Knight and a magnificent masterpiece of nature... The Wild's Child. In the early noon, the surrounding atmosphere was strangely peaceful, and the sun was just beginning to rise over the head. That said, the air was still cool, and the only sound left was the soft chirping of birds in the distance. There was rustling sound as well from the Mother Nature. As Severus took an unnecessary deep breath, the mysteriously cool air bathed his face beneath that heavy helmet, flew through the nostrils and cooled inside the armour. His mind was not put on the running away Merchant Girl or the Beast Man... It was all in, at the miracle appearance in front of those glowing eyes. As if time was stopped and the whole area was surrounded by a thick dim fog. The struggling light shined down at the newly formed odd yet attractive war horse. It was like a famous play that was created once in a thousand years waiting to be finished.\n\nHe stood straight up and passionately observed, a beam of memory about the horse he once rode into battle. It was just a dim memory but the feelings were so real as if it just happened the day before. The surrounding was unobservable due to impenetrable layers of memory fog, nor the appearance of the mount was revealed.\n\nSurprisingly, Severus was brought back to reality. This day, the day he met the people and the strange Creature brought him to an ocean of strange phenomena. Heavy with melancholy and regrets, but he pushed those feelings aside to do what he knew had to be done.\n\nCompletely unable to understand what the Wild's Creature said earlier, the Dark Knight approached the strangely built Horse slowly, not wanting to startle the him. With a carefully outstretched hand, he reached out and stroked the horse's mane made out of leaves, feeling the soft imaginary fur under his ironclad and clothed fingers. The rough wooden surface just acting like it was not there. That was a real war odd horse, a true one was born for the most capable knight. The other hand was patting its really long neck. Even if it was temporary, it would be the greatest temporary glory.\n\n\"Is it?\"\n\nThe mount was obviously ready,\n\n\"What's your name?\"\n\nAsking a horse for its name would be stupid, if that was just a normal horse. In their case, it was completely different as Severus had known that this 'horse' was not simple as any. It was... Something else.\n\nWith another unncessary deep breath, Severus positioned himself next to the Odd Horse and took a firm hold of the vine reins. The Dark Knight had waited for this moment, and he was determined to show the Mother Nature that he was worthy of his trust. With his hand still steady on the vines, Severus swung one leg over the badly mimicked saddle-looking wooden plate and then the other, settling himself into place. He felt the saddle, and the solid wooden muscle of the horse beneath him. This was going to be one of the greatest moments of his life... Or this life, a moment that would define him as a true Knight.\n\nAs he sat atop the Horse, Severus felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him. He bathed in the fresh cool atmosphere. With a determined grip on the viny reigns, he had an urge to urge the pretty Horse forward. Once again, he patted his long neck.\n\n\"Walk.\"\n\nHe said calmly and tugging gently the vines. If the Horse did move, the Dark Knight reward him with a stroke.\n\nAfter everything had settled down, the Dark Knight with the Oddly born Horse would ride up to the direction that the Merchant Girl and the hot-tempered Beast. Whether the Nature's Son calmed down or not, he would still ride after them. To reach them.*" } ]	240	12,934
38.217391	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He walks into the alleyway with his hood up, looking around with interest" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "A figure sat in the corner hidden by shadows. He wore a trench coat and hat as his face was hidden \"Spare change for the poor\"He asked in a imitation of a raspy voice, as he heald up a dented metal tin." }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "Smiling \"Poor yet can spare the money for a cool mask you good sir?\" He says as he points to the beggars face" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He looked up as the white fabric made him more visible as the blob that danced and moved around the mask made it hard to destinguish details. It was familiar however. Not everywhere but once in a while there would be a poster in a bar, inn, town square. That had this mask on it with a WANTED above, depending on how the stranger got around this figure was definitely familiar." }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He goes \"Maybe you should turn yourself in?\" Keeping the smile\n\nI mean that should be enough for a meal right?" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He dropped the act. Even with the mask the daggers he was starring up at the man were clear \"Your funny though I hope you have the capability to keep up with that wit since I don't see you leaving this alleyway knowing a tad to much about me.\"" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "His smile intensifies \"Now now, that is not how you speak with benefactor is it? Lets do it like this, I get you a meal and you get me a meal, how does that sound?\" He says as he taps on his fangs" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He stood up as he reached behind his back on edge at the being in front of him.Ah I see, your one of those freaks. Tell you what you go first and I'll follow right behind you \"He said as he put a dart in his slingshot hidden behind his back " }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "His smile drops \"Well bold of a human to insult the vampire race as freaks when you guys are doing all the f reaky shit around the continent. \" He reachs for his spear \"I wonder if they will pay half the money if I only bring one half of you.\" Still straight faced" }, { "author": "_batin", "message": "Btw you said mask changed with his feelings I would like it better if you tell me how the mask changes as he hears, says and does things peace out" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "The blob moved more separaticaly as he stood across from the figure before making his move. He darted back farther into the shadows as he fired off one of his darts with deadly accuracy twords the man's heart. He figured it counted as a miniature dagger \"Better have tried blood sucker\"" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He infuses mana into his ring to activate his barrier \"You humans always go with violence in every opportunity\" He gazes directly at the man as he as a vampire and can see in dark better than a human" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Well what can I say I suppose in the eyes of a blood thirsty man eater it's in my blood \"He said as he fired three more consecutive shots before following them by charging a dagger in his right hand" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He lets the barrier down after the last of the shots hit it and takes out his spear getting a battleready stance" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He growls as he drops down trying to get a clean cut along the beasts guts \"You think I haven't fought scarier then a cloaked freak? You think to little of me old timer\"" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He stabs his spear down to stop the attack and kicks towards the mans chest as he says \"I am way older than youy gramps show some respect!\" He thinks to himself \"I hope this fucker doesnt know holy magic\" As he focuses into the mans eyes" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "The thought of what he saw being able to do anything remotely close to holey was laughable but persistence was another story. After being kicked away he got back up almost immediately going for an upward slice" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He backsteps as he says \"Your moves are too stiff kid, you could use some relaxing.\" Before going in with a stab with the butt of his spear" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He slide underneath jumping up as he goes to punch the man right in the jaw shifting the moment to his fist to deliver an upper cut" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He takes the punch and steps back \"Not bad for a human\" Before swiping his spear wide to put distance between himself and the man" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"So what's the plan?\" Just another body? What makes you suckers tick? Hm what makes you roll out of the casket in the middle of the night?\"" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "Well a couple of cultists making a blood ritual on your place of slumber did it for me but you mocking me drinking blood is more funny than annoying" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"I'm sorry what?\"He asked as he abruptly stopped \"What exactly are you talking about? No one has followed me! I'm a face in the crowed when I want to be. No one talks or likes me!\"" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "Just kidding they did it on ne, I was in slumber peacefully for the last 140 years and they just hhad to ruin it." }, { "author": "_batin", "message": "I WROTE MINE NOT NE WTF IS WRONG W MY KEYBOARD" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He growled \"Quite moving and I'll fix that problem with a nice blade to your jugular \"He said pouncing at him" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He thrusted his spear full speed forward as the man was in the air and said \"Pouncing from that distance? On a spear user at that.\" Smiling yet dissappointed" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He laughed as he reached the top of the ark he slashed the spear away with his dagger as he went to deliver a kick to the face \"You sell me short\"" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He grabbed the guys leg before it made contact with his face before dropping his spear and elbowing the guys knee \"You sell yourself too tall\" Pushing the man off and laying low to get his spear back still looking at the guy" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"That... That doesn't make sense \"He said rolling on his stomach to slowly start getting up with a groan as he reaches for his spear" }, { "author": "_batin", "message": "This is literally godmodding btw you are a ranges fighter human, you are in air and therefore have bo footholding. Alucard is a trained fighter on ground and is using his full speed and strength make that attack, please be more sensible" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "\"That... That doesn't make sense \"He said rolling on his stomach to slowly start getting up with a groan as he reaches for his sp...\n\nHe steps on the mans hand hardly \"Nope, that is mine\" Kicking his hand away and taking the spear." }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "A yelp of pain was made as he reached over and tried to make the figure lose his balance before swiftly trying to get back to his feet" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He balances himself quickly with his spear bedore saying \"Nice try buddy\" And going into offence not letting the man recover forcing him to use his now aching leg" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He winced for a second as he tried to bury the pain and forced to defend which was far from his strong suit* \"I'd ask if you are done yet but that dosent seem to be your forte\"" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He sighs and says \"Well to be honest your I dont really enjoy this and would much rather trade meals\" He readies his spear \"But it doesnt seem like you will step back anytime soon\" Sighing once again" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"I don't plan on dying nore do I wish to become your slave hypnotized toy or whatever it is that happens after a bite\"" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "... Was that your only reson to fight to death?\n\nYou could just fill up a vial or something you know?" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Says the guy who walked up to a begged and flashed his fucking fangs!!!\"He said angrily as he threw his hands up in the air" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "Sighing he says \"I mean, I made you an offer did you listen to it? You could refuse and I would go on my way, there are plenty of women in the tavern that I could flirt with to get blood.\" Before rubbing his eyes" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "I thought that was like a sarcastic joke about how your gonna fucking eat me!!!" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "Okay enough with this, are we eating? I am starving and also need to get some rest, mentally" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "...Fine.He says as he slowly puts his weapon away as he stays on gaurd watching the vampire to see what he will do in response " }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He say \"Good I saw a tavern on my way here lets head there, dont try anything funny though.\" As he fixes his clothes and hair while strapping his spear back to its place" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"Same goes for you fangs I might as well have eyes on the back of my head so keep that in mind before you do something slimy know lead the way\"" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He sloyly takes off towards stonecap inn" } ]	35	1,758
23.625	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He enters and takes off his hood" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He takes a seat at the bar imediatly ordering himself a drink\"It's in you right?\"" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He smiles and says \"Well considering you were begging in an alleyways even if it was just to hide your identity I dont see much light in your pocket\" And orders a drink for himself" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He ignores the insult as he swung the drink before ordering another one swiging it as well. It was clear he was not good at controlling his alcohol " }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "He says \"Hey! Stop drinking already it ruins the blood's taste!\" A little angrily" }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "He looked up \"You will drink it as I give it to you blood sucker that's how this works\"He said back as he finishes the third drink" }, { "author": "Alucard", "message": "If you keep talking shit you will get a meal with shit on it or not get one at all." }, { "author": ".finkrat", "message": "\"And you'll get fuck all \"He says glaring at him" } ]	22	189
201.2	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Thane", "message": "He Sat by the fire, Looking over to his new travel companion they had been quiet most of the day. The fire crackled drawing his eyes back to it. He turned the spit and the Venison on it sizzled. The deer they had caught earlier was making for fine food and his belly growled. Being on the road he was use to escorting troops of people. Today was no different but he had dropped off the troop and picked up a new traveler on his way out. Their horses near by whinnied and went back to munching on the feed in the bags strapped to the tree. \n\nThane's wings still remained hidden in the cloak as he spoke \"My names Thane... What is yours\" Breaking the odd silence between them. His jaw clicked in thought wondering what his name was `` for a human he looks like a john... Or... A matthew... What if his name is Jeb?...That would be a different name`` He added another log to the fire and adjusted the meat turning it. \"Hope your hungry, this flank is almost done and I can put the other on soon.\"" }, { "author": "Vincent", "message": "The budget sorcerer couldn't believe his luck when he happened upon the formidable looking Thane. Normally Vincent would have to make nice with whoever looked like they had an escort while being gullible enough to accept his false friendship. But, he accepted this Good Samaritan's help with the same level of alacrity.\n\n\"That sounds lovely, chap. I hope this isn't a spot of bother for you.\" Vince said, going through his routine of good manners that the locals tend to appreciate. It always helped to be likable, the man lost count of how many times his skin has been saved due to such connections. \"The name is Jason.\" He answered smoothly, a lifetime of dissembling made lying as easy as breathing... It always helped that as little about him is known as possible if things go sideways, as they often did with the mage. \"I imagine you run into all sorts out here, Thane.\"" }, { "author": "Thane", "message": "His eyes half lidded as he watched the man, he shook his head and stood up preparing to change the spit on the fire. He stabbed one end into the ground and put the new spit on with the fresh venison. He waved his dagger at the freshly cooked piece \"Nice to meet you Jason, I'm Thane. Eat while it's hot. \" He looked around after cutting off a piece and putting it into his mouth. Chewing slowly he was thankful for the quiet. With a curt nod he kept his eyes out being ever vigilant. \"Yes, I do, many kinds\" He sighed \"But\" He cut another peice, the oils dripped down his fingers. \"Tonight so far we are safe, so rest easy.\"" }, { "author": "Vincent", "message": "In a way, it was pleasant being able to enjoy a simple meal with his newfound guide. While it was fun trying to adopt the guise of a noblemen with a more refined pallet, having one less thing to keep track of was refreshing. Vincent looked into the fire contemplatively for a moment, the light reflecting off of his hazel eyes gave it a lighter hue. \"I appreciate the hospitality, mate.\" He said in a rare moment of earnestness.\n\nThe discount sorcerer eventually slices off a piece of meat for himself, his hand sending a minor chill down the blade and into the meat so it was cool enough to eat whole. \"Hrrmmm, not bad at all, mrrate.\" He mumbled with his mouth full, a hint of mirth in his tone. Vincent takes a large swig from his waterskin to wash it all down before continuing. \"I didn't know you were a chef as well, maybe you've missed your calling.\" He quipped, letting his more natural conversational side of bantering come out for a moment." }, { "author": "Thane", "message": "He nod while he cut another piece of meat and ate it, The man seemed earnest enough that he didn't push anything. Instead he chuckled and nod ad the meat* \"I got the seasonings from The town on the other side of this mountain, I would say its pretty good compared to just the salt and pepper i used to use.\" He grinned thinking about it but waved it off \" I would make a horrible chef, i would eat too much of what i cooked\" He chuckled though the idea was something. \n\n\"In the morning i am going south with you till we reach your destination unless you want to go north?\" He looked to him then cut another piece eating it while he listened, He Looked to the sky and wondered where Nibloo ran off too a while back, she said some kind of special herb was near by and safe to get. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back onto the tree putting his arms behind his head." } ]	199	1,006
116.733333	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Pavan Nirvi", "message": "The Moth is sat beside a campfire. A steel tool in hand slowly chipping away at a stone. He's relaxed but chilly occasionally taking a break to bring his hands closer to the fire despite flinching whenever a ember cracks due to him being a walking box of tinder." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "The trek back from Miller Dale was mostly uneventful - since she had broken off from the caravan group she had been traveling with. Yet the roads had been kind, and though the air had a slight chill, it certainly felt like summertime.\n\nTempest was flying about the trees, keeping within eyesight of Nimue as the wagon rolled along the roads. The owlet had grown in confidence, going a tad farther each day and even daring to go higher.\n\n\"We'll have to share your progress with everyone, I'm sure Gran Gran will have your favorite meal made\" She called, to which the owlet hooted loudly in delight." }, { "author": "Pavan Nirvi", "message": "The Moth can't really see the owl but he can hear it, along with the faint voice of a distant person. This makes him anxious. Are they a friend? Or is someone gonna try and rob him? He's likely just on edge. But still, gnawing thoughts for the anxious moth.\n\nHe checks where his sword is that all his supplies are squared away and that he's ready to run should he need to." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Wherever the camp was, Nimue likely wouldn't have noticed it while along the roads - though the woods provided some cover. Even though her wagon was properly locked up, one still might have caught the faint smell of her various potions and tonics inside - business in Miller Dale had gone well and she even picked up a few extra things for a few locals back in Aismir.\n\nTempest would do another fly around, before coming back to perch herself upon Nimue's shoulder, of which earned her a remark from the woman \"I think you've even gotten a tad heavier Temmy, pehraps you're finally putting some extra weight unless thats all just feathers?\"\n\nThis got the owlet huffing as she nibbled at one of Nimue's braids, of which only made the woman chuckle." }, { "author": "Pavan Nirvi", "message": "Pavan does indeed catch the scent, his long antennae aren't for show, he can smell it quite clearly and it immediately gets his interest. Just a question does his interest in honey beat his apprehension of unknown people.\n\nPavan slowly gets up from where he was seated and slowly creeps towards the woodline near the road and looks down the path." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Nimue would decide to bring the wagon to a stop in a small clearing with some cover just off the road itself - it was time for a break as she slipped off the wagon and brought out two buckets that were filled with a mixture of oats, hay, and dried apples pieces. She'd give the contents a mix with her hands before bringing them over to Tanja & Ragna.\n\n\"Alright you two, get your fill in... Now Temmy mind having a fly around and see if there is a stream nearby? It would be good to top off our water before we press on.\"\n\nThe owlet would huff itself up, hooting before she leapt off Nimue's shoulder and fly off to look for a likely water source. Nimue would return to checking things inside the wagon to ensure nothing had toppled over during the trip." }, { "author": "Pavan Nirvi", "message": "There's a campfire near the stream that isn't too far off, identified by the willow trees. There's a small tent setup as well. But not a single person to be found.\n\nThe Bright white* Moth is trying to approach without being seen because he's curious, but that's not going to work very well." }, { "author": "Tempest", "message": "She would find the stream easily, but the notice of the campsite alerted the owlet quickly as she swung back around. Hissing loudly as she made her way back towards the wagon.\n\n__\"Nim Nim! Something else is nearby, I saw a camp!!\"__ Cried the owlet as she reached the wagon, her eyes then spotted what looked like a moving cloud pile coming towards the wagon. She'd scream loudly, not fully on edge of which got the horses stirred up." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Nimue would hear Tempest loud and clear, but would hurry to try and get the horses to calm down, before she whistled for Tempest to come back down.\n\n\"Alright now easy you two... Tempest cool yourself down\" Nimue remarked, watching as the owlet flew high around where the bright white object finally caught her notice. At first she thought her eyes were playing tricks, but it wasn't a white cloud... But someone wearing a lot of white on themselves.\n\n\"State your purpose stranger! You don't blend in very well with all the green and browns around us!\" She remarked, loud and clear." }, { "author": "Pavan Nirvi", "message": "The moth was startled by the owlet alone, but the person speaking to them too. The Moth lets off a solitary squeak similar to the sound a death's head hawk moth makes and stares startled for a moment, firstly because he just made that sound and he hates doing it. Second he's trying to figure out what just happened and lastly figuring out if he's in danger or not.\n\n\"I was curious- I smelt honey.\" The Moth comments their antennae are folded back curling against their head to keep them safe just incase, and also because it shows he's nervous. He is deeply questioning his life choices at this point." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Nimue was caught off guard by the sudden squeak made by the stranger, with just one look she could tell that he wasn't from these parts. If she had to guess, perhaps this one was from the Lilac Forest to the south.\n\nTempest would come flying on back over to Nimue, landing on her shoulder while giving a glaring look at Pavan himself.\n\n\"Well odd way of going on about it, ye likely smelled my honey brew in the wagon... Given your bug appearance...\" She'd give him a look over* \"I assume you must enjoy sweet things? I've got extra if you're looking to buy or trade.\"\n\nHe seemed harmless for the most part, thus Nimue decided to give him a chance." }, { "author": "Pavan Nirvi", "message": "The Moth's antennae perk right up and he steps out from behind the tree he was partially hidden behind. Seems that got his attention.\n\"I do indeed like sweet things my species lives off sugar. For the most part-\" Pavan replies staring at Nimue carefully, still a hit apprehensive. But, he has his sword on his hip so he feels rather confident that if he ends up at risk he can at least convince them they're better off looking for someone else.\n\n\"What kind of brew?\" Pavan asks curiously.\n\nThe moth is definitely not thinking of mead. Not a chance that he's thinking of the honey based alcoholic drink." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "She'd motion him to follow as she turned to walk back to her wagon, though Tempest was keeping both eyes upon him \"I call it Honey Aroma, its not as thick as normal honey is as I mixed it with spring water and a few natural flowers. Though better to have it with fruit or even bread...\" \n\nTempest would fly on top of the wagon, while Nimue stepped inside to pick out one of the Honey Aroma bottles \"Though I wouldn't just drink it on its own, I crafted it to be slathered against things. Can be a good lure for it you're hunting or wanting to avoid certain animals...\" She'd remark, stepping back out of the wagon with the small bottle in hand." }, { "author": "Pavan Nirvi", "message": "The Moth tilts his head, he's not really sure of what he should say. Because mention of it not being meant to be eaten on it's own makes. So what would he really even use it for? Because he needs to eat sugary stuff, is it even food? Or is it just a seasoning?\n\n\"Is it... Actually a food item, or is it just a flavoring?\" The moth asks curiously." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"Aye, one could eat it on its own - though I personally prefer to have it with other foods myself. Local wildlife is likely to just enjoy it on its own\" She hold out the bottle for him. Likely for him to take and decide for himself.\n\n\"Ye are welcome to have a taste and smell of it - better to try it before deciding if you would care for more.\"" } ]	133	1,751
102.125	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "sleepd3prived", "message": "This place has a place called The Indigo Caverns" }, { "author": "Lehastir", "message": "The eight limbed man sat in his cave, gleefully painting a mask made out of carved bone. One similar to his, but with one large singular hole in the middle. One that would let not light or flesh through. As if staring into a gaping abyss. He cackle madly and he performed the magic necessary to activate it. Oh how unnerving! Like gazing into the hole in the moon!\n\nLehastir was situated deep in a middle corner of The Indigo Caverns. Far away from all who may bother him and his work. The only ones who stumbled across him were either looking for him, or incredibly lucky.\n\nHe scittered up the cave wall and hung the mask up the stone cavern. It sat in a row of other masks, each one unique and hand crafted. So pretty... He truly loved his work!" }, { "author": "pedrosian96", "message": "Distant footsteps begin to echo into the cave. Not too hesitantly - but still cautiously - a lone figure walks further inside - a lean man. Long dark robes cover him, under a very basic set of padded armor. A knife rests on his belt - encrusted and beautiful, far more valuable than everything else he has, but somewhat ominous-looking. With his hood down, the man has a somewhat sleazy appearance, with angulous features and slightly greasy black hair.\n\nPacing into the cave, he soon finds who he's looking for, and wastes no time before introducing himself. \"A little off the beaten path... Do you hate your clients, Lehastir?... That is your name, yes? I was told this is where I could find you, but you're not making this easy, you know.\"\n\nHis voice is actually playful, almost cheery. He's more jabbing some fun banter than even remotely attempting to scold him." }, { "author": "Lehastir", "message": "Lehastir is overjoyed at the appearance of this new client. He scitters down off the walls and sit in front of him. At least, you think he's overjoyed. You can't see his face due to the mask he wears.\n\n\"Oh goodie! A new client! Hate my clients? No no! This little trial just separates the cream from the crop! The tough ones who really want what they are buying! You must be tough Mister! How can I help you today?\"" }, { "author": "pedrosian96", "message": "\"A compliment. So early into the day. Damn, I'm glad I got up from bed, already.\" Thoroughly sassy, the thin man comes over and leans against a stalagmite. \"I understand you create enchanted apparel? I might require your services.\"\n\nHe quickly regrets it, the humid surface seeping its chilling humidity through his clothes. Blegh. Now he'll smell of wet dirt for hours. \"I'm Not Particularly wealthy, so don't get toooo hopeful. I may only be able to commit to this request after some jobs.\"" }, { "author": "Lehastir", "message": "The lanky spider folk claps his six hands and laughs madly, he crawls back behind him and gestures to the wall, covered in Innumerable masks\n\n\"You heard correct, yes you did! I make magic masks for all you magic mask needs! All kinds! With all magics! For all people! Don't worry about payment, I'm sure we'll figure something out! What do you have in mind? Fire breathing? Water breathing? No breathing? Anything!\"" }, { "author": "pedrosian96", "message": "\"You might find it unsavory, but I'm after something a lot less pleasant.\" His playful demeanour grows a little more serious. \"I am after something that could help me detect dead bodies. Even if concealed.\"\nFrom easy-going to stern, Devon does a complete 180 in tone." }, { "author": "Lehastir", "message": "\"Dead body detection? Sure thing! Easy! Not hard at all! No questions asked! I can do that. Look through dirt and stone and lead lined coffins!\"\n\nHe crawls over to a pile of materials and begins grasping at random things. He nods, more than confident in his abilities. He crawls back to Devon, towering over him.\n\n\"Now for matter of payment!\"" }, { "author": "pedrosian96", "message": "\"This is going to hurt, isn't it.\" He says, nonchallantly. He can't help but look at the masks. All of them. So many masks. Some are more mask-like. Others are maskier. And even some are particularly mask-esque. Loads of masks." }, { "author": "Lehastir", "message": "\"Oh don't worry, not one bit! I won't take any of your precious gold. I have no use for gold. Gold is worthless, sad, metal. No no no... What I am interested in is...\"\n\nHe crawls close to Devon and points a longer finger at the dagger on Devon's hip.\n\n\"That dagger... So pretty... So sharp... So well maintained! You must get lots of use out of it. I want it. Yes, I'll have it. Exchange of good yes? Mask for knife. Good deal, yes!\"" }, { "author": "pedrosian96", "message": "\"You Wouldn't Want this dagger. I assure you. It belonged to a distant and very unsavory ancestor of mine. It's a ritual dagger, for necromantic purposes. I Despise It, but not only it is crucial for my work, I also would rather not have it out and about in the world, ending up in careless hands. ...I have some Other Enchanted trinkets, but likely none that you'd consider a fair trade for your services or a fitting alternative - they are extremely irrelevant in what they do.\" He sounds faintly disappointed - almost like he'd love to accept, rather than being put off by such a request." }, { "author": "Lehastir", "message": "Lehastir shrugs nonchalantly and sits back.\n\n\"No mask. Simple as that. Deal offered was refused. Only deal. Only chance.\"\n\nHe crawls back to the pile of supplies and places everything he has picked up back down. He crawls onto the wall and sits there, like a grotesque tarantula sitting in its burrow." }, { "author": "pedrosian96", "message": "He frowns a little bit. \"Sorry to disappoint. But I really can't part with it, not in good conscience. Perhaps I can repay your service with a service of my own?\" He muses. \"You could be missing out as much as I am, if you insist on the knife...\"" }, { "author": "Lehastir", "message": "\"The knife is valuable to you. That is why I want it. If you have another sentimental item, I would happily take it in the knife's place. Feelings are the most primal of magics. They burrow into an item and provide much power, if only one knows how to access it! That is what I do! Perhaps if you have something you hate enough... That will also work! Otherwise... If you truly want the mask but have nothing to offer... The only service you can perform is one of emotional labor! Kill a loved one, or achieve a great triumph, or feel insurmountable rage!\"" }, { "author": "pedrosian96", "message": "\"I'm going to stare at you and rage real hard, then.\" He doesn't. For once, it's like his more playful side resurfaces a little. \"You're really not making this easy, are you. But all I have is Stuff. Neither love it nor hate it. I have a nice magic torch that never goes out, but can't burn or ignite things, so it's mostly useless. A deck of cards that does tricks. Useless. I could go on, but I just don't have anything I'm passionate about for good or ill. Not even the knife. \"" }, { "author": "Lehastir", "message": "\"Goodbye then!\"\n\nHe waves with one of his six arms. Clearly he isn't joking. He needs something charged with some kind of emotion in order for the mask making process to work.\n\n\"Well, I can still make you A Mask. It just won't be magic! I need that emotional energy! It's how it works!\"" } ]	102	1,634
316	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira ventured into the forest near the Southern Mountains, her white hair contrasted against the dark green of the trees. The chill of the mountain air embraced her, invigorating her senses and sharpening her focus. Her multi-pupiled eyes scanned the surroundings, noticing every detail with curiosity.\n\nThere was a rustle of leaves and distant echoes of howling winds in the forest. Eira listened intently, her sensitive ears picking up the subtle movements of unseen creatures and the faint whispers of the natural world. She moved with caution, mindful of the hidden dangers in these unfamiliar lands.\n\nWith her senses fine-tuned, she heard the faint sound of cracking branches in the distance. Curiosity sparked within her, and she decided to investigate the noise source. Her large, snowflake-like eyes scanned the area, easily piercing through the forest's dim light.\n\nAs she ventured forward, her footprints were left behind, etching a path in the untouched snow. Despite her towering height, Eira moved with surprising grace, her elongated limbs effortlessly navigating uneven terrain. Her keen sense of smell heightened, picking up prey scent. Following the scent trail, she moved through the forest with caution and excitement. The hunt was instinctual to her, a primal connection to her Loðinn nature.\n\nWith each step, her sharp fingers dug into the snow, providing traction and stability. The forest hushed in anticipation as she neared her target. Eira's multiple pupils dilated, allowing her to see clearly in the dim light and discern her prey's movement.\n\nSuddenly, she burst into a clearing, where a small group of deer grazed peacefully. Her eyes gleamed with focused intensity as she crouched low, her elongated muscles coiling, ready to spring into action. As the first snowflake gently fell from the sky, Eira launched herself forward with a powerful leap, her four arms propelling her through the air. The element of surprise was on her side, and she aimed to make the most of it.\n\nIn that frozen moment, Eira's instincts took over, her snow-flea heritage fuelling her agility and precision. With a primal roar, she closed the distance between herself and the unsuspecting deer, her mind focused solely on the imminent clash between predator and prey." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "Leave!\n\nThe last words of the elder of the tribal stronghold told him without a shred of restraint, heard across his leather tipi and out into the yard of multiple other orcs and their halves. Most of them had grown to respect the strength and growth of the young man, but it was painfully, and obviously aware that their senile and close-minded patriarch was not accepting of their most recent 'guest'. A year was spent, all for nothing as he was escorted out by two of who he considered were decent friends of his, with the custom of spears gently prodding into his thick skin on his back.\n\nA woman of green complexion came up after the gate in a hurry, tears welled in her eyes, timidly shuffled her hands into his as he turned back towards her. Gifted with the imparting remembrance of his first friends in his life, she awkwardly steps back into the wooden-clad premises of the improvised fort, the log gate soon closing before him on his face. He stood there for a couple of seconds, eyeing the painstakingly detailed beads of names along a necklace thinly fitted for his broad neck. It didn't take him long to understand that he needed to go before he only fueled more wrath to the elder.\n\nStep by step, he made his way down from the mountain ranges in a span of hours without much issue. Resistant to the cold with good hide clothing from neck-to-toe, he aimlessly wanders through the beginning territory of nature's pine trees. There was no struggle for him either to have conjured a hammock from his backpack and a fire to sleep on in a secluded area ... Where only his memories of recent, joyous affairs replay in his head before his banishment. His eyes set dimly to a close soon after his heart did.\n\nFlapping of wings! He hears the many birds and crows erupt from afar, their cacophony of jeering cries awoke him from what was a deep slumber to an open-sky morning. It seems there was a rather abrupt movement nearby, and so he sought to look for it. While not brandishing a makeshift weapon from rock and stone as to not damage or brittle his war axe or other weaponry, he still proceeds in taking a far more wary, encircling path as he watched for movement in the treeline. It was this small journey that brought him to the sight of Eira's cutthroat, and precise strike upon the prey that caught his attention. \n\nIt wasn't anything too surprising at first, until he noticed the rather ... Unusual Physiological definitions the woman bore. That's when his eyes widen when he saw the full height of the creature ahead of him, far taller than even a hobgoblin. Unfortunately, he wasn't much stealthy either, but he was closer to a semicrouch while rested against a tree. He intended to leave the woman be, but that was when the sight of a Large Shadow lurking through the woods utterly horrified the Half-Orc. There was no time to spare, Both Of them needed to leave, he knows the legend of the Southern Mountain too well.\n\n\"Hey!\" He stood up abruptly, roaring to take her attention. \"You!\" Waving his arms across to her, hoping to have caught her attention with the rather wide display. It's clear as well that he was the only one out here with his big, strapped bag on his back and multiple iron icehooks and tools laid around his hips for winter survival.\n\n\"You must go!\" A warning ...? No, his tone is not at all wavering with threat. It's fear. But not because of her." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira's attention was abruptly pulled away from her successful hunt as the loud voice echoed through the forest. She turned her gaze toward the source, her four arms swaying with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. A wide, innocent smile spread across her face, and she raised one of her elongated arms in a wave, excitedly acknowledging the Half-Orc's presence.\n\nUnaware of the danger that lurked nearby, Eira bounded towards the Half-Orc with a certain clumsiness, her large frame leaving deep imprints in the snow-covered ground. As she reached him, her eyes sparkled with a childlike innocence as she proudly presented a torn deer leg in one of her hands, holding it out towards him as if it were a gift. Eira's towering presence loomed over the half-orc but, despite her size, there was no hint of malice in her demeanour.\n\n\"Deer!\" She exclaimed with a strong accent, her voice filled with genuine delight, oblivious to the urgency of the situation. Her words were accompanied by a thick, melodic intonation, reflecting her tribal origins. She seemed to expect the Half-Orc to share in her excitement and partake in the meal she had so generously provided. Meanwhile, the shadowy presence in the woods continued to linger, a threat that Eira remained blissfully ignorant of. Her attention was solely focused on the Half-Orc, her simple-minded nature preventing her from fully comprehending the gravity of the situation." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "Usually, he would've had to prepare to explain himself to any other person he was crossing that he was neither a bandit or a tribesman. This makes one of his few firsts to having break that rule while out in the wilderness, as he was the one perplexed by the view of the snow flea coming up and offer the leg with excitement. It took him only a few seconds to realize the situation that's occurring and use it to slowly redirect her away from the danger.\n\n\"I ... Uh.\" Clearing of the throat.\n\"Yes, you did well with your hunt. We should ... Cook it for a better meal?\" Suggesting a way to simultaneously both appease her childlike wonder and inquiry, while subverting her from the danger that she was not yet aware of. Though in truth, he was genuinely stunned by her hunting capacity to have considered her a level of sportsmanship far exceeding the average. He had to stiffen his posture and relax himself with a slow breath to veil his once visible worry.\n\nHe soon waves her, not yet taking the deer leg as he turns away, retracing his steps back to his original settling location, somewhat far from the looming threat nearby. \"It is best we head off to a small camp. This land is not well equipped for rest.\" Excusing it as a land-based issue." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira watched the Half-Orc's hesitant reaction with an innocent curiosity, her large snowflake-like eyes widening with anticipation. She tilted her head to the side, her four arms swaying gently as she listened to his words. His suggestion to cook the deer for a better meal sparked a childlike excitement within her, and she nodded eagerly, unaware of the danger that still lurked nearby.\n\n\"Cook! Yes, good idea!\" She exclaimed, her strong accent adding a melodic tone to her words. Without further ado, she followed the Half-Orc's lead, her tall frame towering above him as they retraced their steps toward his camp. Her simple-minded nature prevented her from fully grasping the underlying tension, but she trusted the Half-Orc's guidance.\n\n\"Cooking?\" She murmured to herself, her voice filled with a hint of confusion. The concept of cooking was unfamiliar to her, a foreign notion in her tribe where meals were often consumed raw or with minimal preparation. Her tail wagged gently behind her, reflecting her excitement and curiosity about this cooking he was speaking of. Her towering height, combined with her childlike wonder and the deer leg still clutched tightly in her hand, created an endearing presence." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "Having calmly walked away from along the hillside he perched upon with a new leading companion who he thought would be temporarily persuaded to be by his side for the moment, he focuses back on his trailing footsteps from across tree to tree planted in the snow. He uses this as the reference to generally understand which direction he came from, and continued on the way over to a smoked, stony circle with snow felled ashes and unfinished logs.\n\n\"Here. I'll make another fire, you place your catch down in the cold.\" His voice no longer stresses with tension, letting the restful and deep voice come fluidly out, though he remains of little words. He never really talked throughout their walk back to his encampment, moreso appearing as if brooding over some thoughts irrelevant to the threat further away the entire time.\n\nHis burly hands rummage back through a large, square leather backpack to find some small sacks of salt and edible mushrooms that he collected. With those placed out, he unhooked a copper pot from the side of his bag and detached three iron rods makeshift to a tripod for cooking over flame. He didn't pay much attention to the snow flea as he resettled the area surrounding his old campfire; scooping the ash for preservation of his products later on into a shared bag. Afterwards, he carefully plants the tripod around the stones and settled a small link chain on the pot, proceeding to immediately begin adjusting for fire; the use of a firesteel and flint spark. Sparks aflew and poof, a small start of flame arising with a bundle collected.\n\n\"Now, we wait.\" He sat down in front of the gathering, small bundle of blaze. It seems he's been living out in the wilderness comfortably and for a while to have done this all casually without issue. Stereotypes of orc idiocy was not going to be found with Aternel." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira's attention wavered as the half-orc spoke, her gaze wandering off to the surrounding trees and the snow-covered ground. The half-orc's words barely registered in her mind as she was distracted by the intricate patterns the snowflakes created as they gently fell from the sky. Her curiosity got the best of her as she shifted her focus to the Half-Orc's hands rummaging through his bag. She watched with wide, multi-pupiled eyes as he retrieved small sacks of salt and edible mushrooms, placing them out with care.\n\nAs the half-orc continued to work, rearranging the campfire area and scooping ash into a bag, Eira's attention shifted to the movements of his hands, the glint of metal and the sound of the link chain on the pot. Her mind raced with curiosity, questioning the purpose of each item. The sparks and sudden flame burst captivated her, drawing her attention like a moth to a flame.\n\nA low growl escaped her throat, followed by a hiss as she instinctively tried to ward off the flames. \"NO! Fire bad!\" She exclaimed with concern and urgency, her strong accent punctuating her words. Without a second thought, she lunged forward, her four arms reaching out to shove the Half-Orc away from the fire. Her ice aura flared to life, a cold energy emanating from her body as she attempted to extinguish the flames with her elemental powers. The temperature dropped rapidly and frost formed on nearby surfaces as her efforts to eliminate the threat intensified.\n\nThe campfire, once dancing with life, now lay dormant under frost. The frigid air lingered momentarily before gradually dissipating, leaving behind a chilled silence. Unaware of the extent of her actions, Eira stood there surprised and confused. She blinked, her four arms hanging limply at her sides as she surveyed the now lifeless fire. The realization slowly dawned on her that she had unintentionally used her ice aura to extinguish the flames. Her childlike curiosity stirred, and she tilted her head, trying to make sense of what had just transpired.\n\n\"Fire gone?\" She murmured. Her voice was tinged with wonder. She tentatively approached the frost-covered logs, her eyes wide with fascination as she observed the aftermath of her impulsive action. Her attention then turned to the Half-Orc, her innocent eyes seeking confirmation and approval. \"Fire gone good?\" She asked. Her voice was filled with genuine curiosity." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "There was a quick second of cognitive awareness to her snarl and growl, but when attentive to her yelled words did he realize it was just the interest of preservation for herself. Had he not thought of this prior before being leapt upon, he definitely would have provided a better explanation. Yet unfortunately, he was tackled away, becoming witness to her unique and otherworldly frost control and manipulation. To be entirely truthful, he was not at all shocked at her grapple onto him as he was more about the mysticism of her unique powers.\n\nAdjusting to the weight of the snow flea atop of him, granted, also giving him another shock as he felt how much exactly she weighed, he cleared his throat as a bent elbow for his hand reached to tap the side of her forearm, suggesting release. That's when he decided to feed slightly into her defensive mannerism while also wanting to inform her the purpose of the fire. He can't be angry with someone who's lived in a climate like this with powers like hers.\n\n\"Yes, you did good. But that fire was important to cooking. Do you ... Know why fire is important, like the snow?\" He asks her rather than scold her for her actions. It would be better to treat a wildling with the careful attention as he did when leading her away from a potential threat prior. Still, he lays in the snow until released; in that case having sat in the planted shape of snow upright." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Perched atop the Half-Orc, Eira's grip tightened as she growled and hissed, instinctively protecting herself from the perceived threat of fire. The weight of her actions registered as she felt the tap on her forearm, a signal for release. Curiosity replaced her defensive stance as she carefully loosened her hold, allowing the Half-Orc to sit up in the snow.\n\n\"Fire important like snow?\" She repeated. Her eyes darted nervously between the extinguished fire and the Half-Orc, her mind filled with fear. Fire was always a source of fear for her, a force that brought destruction and danger. She learned from her tribe to stay away from it, as it could cause serious harm. The Half-Orc's question about fire's importance and its similarities to snow left her puzzled. She had never considered fire's positive aspects. In her limited experience, fire only meant destruction and pain.\n\n\"F-fire... Bad,\" She stammered, her voice trembling with fear. Her tail was tucked between her legs, a visible sign of discomfort. \"Fire burn, hurt... Never good.\" Eira struggled to comprehend fire's beneficial uses. Her knowledge was limited, and her fear overshadowed any potential understanding." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "Letting a sigh escape him as he sat up, his eyes first lock onto her movement and general mood, as well as how she expressed herself with the fear of fire. It clicks to him, it made sense; fear is something he knows too well and one of which he had to personally conquer. He also understands based on the stammer of her words how much worry and harm she may have had with it on related circumstances. Now the struggle for him is to having to explain it, as he's never been one for having taught others properly.\n\nArms cross over onto his legs as he leans forward, ignoring the heightened bites of frost in the lingering air without warmth as he spoke. \"I will tell you, then.\" Eyes coming to lock onto hers, wanting to establish a trust in his words and having the same words be met to her ears with attentive listening.\n\n\"Fire and frost is everywhere. People, like me, change to it.\" Pointing to himself momentarily as he spoke slower, trying to catch up to some of the words in his head. \"Fire is used by bad people, you know this. But it is also used by good people. The cold can be used by bad people, too.\" Now scooping some snow into his hide gloved hand.\n\n\"But fire and ice and can be used differently.\" Tossing away the snow.\n\"For me, I use the flame to warm myself, and to make meals that would not hurt my stomach. I cannot live without fire, as you cannot live without the snow. However, the cold can be used to cool me, as well, when the flame is too much. It can also help keep your food for much longer.\" Educating on the importance of both body temperature control and food preservation.\n\n\"But yes, I have been burnt by fire before. I have also been hurt by the cold, you see.\" Beginning now to lift up a side of his hide tunic to reveal a Nasty Burn scar across the side of his green hip, streaking up to the mid-half of his leftmost backside. He promptly lowers it and tucks it back along his pant lining for comfort. \"Do you see now?\"" }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira's eyes widened as the Half-Orc lifted his tunic to reveal the burn scar etched upon his skin. A deep sadness welled up within her, and her features softened with empathy. The sight of the scar stirred sorrow and understanding within her. She reached out a trembling hand, hesitating for a moment before gently brushing her fingertips over the scar. Her touch was light as if she feared causing him further pain. Her expression conveyed profound sadness for his suffering..\n\n\"Eira is sorry,\" She whispered, her voice filled with genuine remorse. \"Sorry for the pain, hurt.\" She paused, watching him cover his scar. \"Yes, Eira sees,\" She responded softly, her voice tinged with newfound understanding. \"Fire good and bad. Like snow. Eira will learn.\" Her innocence and compassion shone through as she recognized the lasting impact of the burn on his body. At that moment, a sense of trust built within her, a desire to protect.\n\nWith a playful twinkle in her eyes, Eira jumped up on her feet. She tilted her head to the side, observing the Half-Orc with a mischievous expression. The gears of her mind were turning, and she was determined to mimic what he had done before. This was even if her fire understanding was limited. \"Watch, watch!\" She exclaimed, her voice filled with giddy anticipation. Eira knelt down near the fire remnants, her large frame dwarfing the small bundle of frozen logs. Mimicking the Half-Orc's earlier actions, she attempted to start the fire, but her movements were clumsy and uncoordinated. Sparks flew in every direction as Eira fumbled with steel and flint, her attempts to recreate the flame resulting in a chaotic display. She giggled as her efforts proved fruitless, yet her enthusiasm remained unwavering.\n\n\"I try, like you!\" She declared, laughing. As Eira focused intently on her fire creations, her tail wagged vigorously behind her. With each clumsy strike of the flint against the steel, her tail wagged faster, expressing her excitement and joy. It swayed back and forth, leaving a trail of swirling imprints in the snow as if it had a mind of its own." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "The touch, the sensation of reliving some horrid memory in a split of a second just by physical contact alone made his skin run with a chill colder than the snow itself. Goosebumps aside, he allowed her the extended period of time to touch it without even as much as a flinch coming from him. His eyes subconsciously return to a visible state of darkness as he felt the memory once again replay in his mind, a darkness that's haunted him for a huge amount of his life encapsulated in two gold orbs and a jaded, deadpan stare to the side.\n\nBrought back to reality by her words, he returns to shifting his clothing back down by the pant lining and murmurs the words, \"It is fine.\" The few seconds after sped up to him as he observed her carefully mimicking his earlier attempt at recreating the flames. The eagerness from her and the willingness to actually listen to him actually cracked a faint smile from him, observing the snow flea joyously create sparks onto the reigniting dry sticks. Perhaps she's going to be different, if he allowed her a little closer into his life. But who knows what fate would ever have in store for a stunning and innocent being like her and ... Something Like him. He knows too well that tragedy befalls him on a daily basis; he being a living witness to the purest evils in the world.\n\nBut there's no time to wonder back into those thoughts. For now, he should just enjoy what is before him before he inevitably returns to being alone on the road. Sadness and crippling anxieties abscond from his eyes as he returns to a state of forced attentiveness, leaning forward to observe her recreate flame into the stone firepit. His eyes widen when she actually caused a large spark to ignite the remaining mass of crushed leaves and sticks before him, prompting him a single \"... Well done ...\" From him in yet another murmur.\n\n\"Alright, I will show you how I cook now that you see what fire can do. Are you willing to have a taste when I'm done?\" Now asking before he gets started. His eyes lift up to hers, perfectly withdrawn from the hauntingly depressing sight of what he was earlier to a state of pure neutrality." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Despite Eira's simplicity and straightforward nature, there were hints of a dark past that she carried with her. However, her simple-mindedness and lack of complexity shielded her from the burden that such experiences could bring. She had a certain innocence that allowed her to navigate through life with a sense of positivity and resilience, unaware of the complexities and problems that could arise from her past.\n\nEira was oblivious to subtle shifts in the half-orc's hidden emotions. Her focus was solely on the task at hand, and she didn't notice the lingering traces of sorrow. Eira's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she successfully ignited the fire, her accomplishment fuelling her eagerness to learn more. She nodded enthusiastically at his question, her eyes shining with a mixture of curiosity and trust.\n\nShe exclaimed, \"Yes, yes! Eira want taste!\" With excitement in her voice. She shifted her large body, sat on her knees and fixed her gaze on the half-orc with a wide, beaming grin spread across her face. As she eagerly awaited the taste of the meal the half-orc was preparing, her simple-mindedness became a source of pure delight and unfiltered enthusiasm. She had a way of embodying the present moment, unburdened by the complexities that could weigh others down." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "\"Than focus. Words do not honor action.\" A strong sentiment he follows by, seeing as he does not talk much, himself. With that, he began to prepare a full assortment of foraged items about the pan before he got himself ready for one of his more favorite traveling meals. There was also a unique curing salts for boiling water which had a very rich mineral candy red to them in a small sack.\n\nHe began by taking the remaining water he had in a leather pitch just below his backpack; shaped like an onion and pouring it into the hanging pot. After the water was settled, he took the curing salts and began to douse it into the water, causing a spectacular hiss to rise up as the salts made contact with slightly heated water. Taking up a small wooden ladle, he began to scoop up the viscera of collected dirt chunks and other impurities found rising up with the red salts, scooping it and tossing it out onto the snow. This unique heatsalt was not exactly well known to the majority of Eluaria, unless they came from the Qoth or Ceratoa regions. Either way, it dispersed a lot of the dirt and eliminated the need to purify the cooking water.\n\nHe lets the water boil more, coming over to collect the leg from Eira's hunt, quickly withdrawing a hunting knife and cutting off a good chunk of the slab of meat from it's hind. After chunking out a good portion of meat, he began to splice it on the spot into small chunks before heading back over to the pot. Afterwards, he brought up an assortment of red beans, a Good Big pack of rice he's collected and cleaned, and let it boil into the water. It was practically a basic recipe for a Very hearty Soup that's way less water and full-on assorted flavors of cubic chunk meat and beans (and sometimes corn if he's lucky).\n\nSitting back down with his arms rested over his knees after having processed his actions through and thoroughly, he looks over and spoke up after the silent few minutes of movement alone. \"It's simple. But I like it than what humans give me.\"" }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira watched attentively as the half-orc went about preparing their meal. Her eyes followed his every movement, trying to absorb as much as she could from the process. She marvelled at the hissing sound that the curing salts created when they met the heated water, and her curiosity grew even more. She tilted her head, her gaze fixed on the pot as impurities were scooped out and discarded onto the snow. This was all new to her, but she was eager to learn.\n\nHer attention then shifted to the leg of the hunt she had caught earlier. With a mix of anticipation and wonder, she observed as the half-orc skilfully cut off a portion of the meat, slicing it into smaller chunks. The scent of the boiling soup began to fill the air, and Eira's stomach rumbled with hunger.\n\nAs he added the red beans and rice to the pot, Eira couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It was a simple meal, but there was a certain comfort in its hearty nature. She nodded in agreement when he mentioned preferring this over what humans gave him. In her own simple way, Eira understood the value of a meal made with care and appreciation for the ingredients.\n\nAs she sat on her knees, her large frame slightly hunched over, her grin remained plastered on her face.. She lacked the complexity of understanding the weight of her past, but it didn't hinder her from finding happiness in the present. In this moment, the half-orc's cooking became a symbol of warmth and nourishment and as Eira's eyes flickered with a childlike innocence, she couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for this unexpected connection, cherishing the simplicity of the present and the promise of a shared meal." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "After the given movements and added finish to the simple recipe, he planted himself back down into the snow and felt the sense of dread from the back of his mind wash away when upon feeling the distinct and familiar contact in his backpack; a book's edges. His eyes led the turn of his head over his shoulder to quickly pull away his bag while he waited for the soup to effectively finish in the few minutes remaining, withdrawing a hard leather cover journal of sorts with a crude, charcoal pencil on the side. He flips open the pages and was returning to the sketched graphic of a map, particularly a portion of it with an X Stricken across a section of land.\n\nHe reminded himself why he came out this way to begin with. It's for that Dungeon, that ruin across the magical Lilac Forest. There was something he was told to retrieve there before he was banished from his community, something vastly important to him as said from ... The witch In that fortress. Cleaning his thoughts and placing the book aside, he knelt back up and observed the condition of the pot and it's contents. It seems ready enough either way with the red salt method.\n\n\"It is done.\"\nQuickly stated before turning over and fetching up some cubic wood bowls; particularly a bigger one for her size. Taking up the ladle that hung from the iron bar, he poured the hearty survival soup into both bowls and quickly leaned over to her in passing. It was a chunky rice and bean primary soup with little water content in it; but the boil of blended herbs and meat from their hunt added to an overall protein-heavy flavor. He sat back down with his face lifting in relief of the smell of his lunch. Though there was an unsettling feeling creeping on him which quickly daunts his momentary reprieve, furrowing his brows in frustration. He knew what he was going to find in that dungeon would haunt him for a good period of time, as was forewarned by the Witch.\n\nBut he won't let the thought of the future taint the moment of company and sanity that he has now. At least for the time being until he makes his move, though he is entertaining the thought of keeping this snow flea with him." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira's eyes widened with delight as she watched the final touches being made to the soup. The smell coming from the pot was wonderful, and she felt her excitement growing. Her tail wagged faster, causing little snowflakes to flutter around her. When the half-orc announced the soup was ready, Eira's smile grew wider. She couldn't wait to taste it. As the soup was poured into wooden bowls, she eagerly grabbed her own bowl. The warmth of the bowl against her palms provided a comforting contrast to the cold surroundings.\n\nWith her bowl in hand, Eira brought it closer to her face, inhaling the delicious aroma and without wasting any time, she dipped her spoon into the bowl and brought a spoonful of the hearty soup to her mouth. But as the hot liquid touched her lips, a reflexive instinct took over, and she squinted her eyes, fearing the heat. Her powers stirred within her and urged her to freeze the soup and cool it down instantly. The air around her started to chill, and a thin layer of frost formed on the surface of the soup. But as she saw the icy touch encroaching on the warm meal, a realization dawned on her. She had experienced the consequences of her impulsive actions earlier with the fire, and she understood the importance of restraint.\n\n\"No, bad Eira,\" She murmured to herself, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire. She withdrew her spoon and gently placed it back into the bowl, taking a control of her magic. It was a conscious effort to control her powers, to resist the temptation of freezing everything.\n\nTaking a deep breath, she looked at the half-orc. A small smile formed on her lips. She felt proud of her self-restraint and a realization that not everything needed to be frozen. Bringing the spoon to her lips, she blew on the soup to cool it down before taking another sip. The warmth enveloped her mouth and body, comforting her. Unlike the half-orc, she had no worries on her mind. She was living in the moment and she was enjoying the flavours dancing on her tongue. The outside world faded into the background as she immersed herself in the blissful simplicity of the present." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "Gazing back up to Eira and watching her devour away at the soup fulfilled the Half-Orc with a unique comfort of company. There was something about having just one person with you compared to a party that he enjoyed, though he couldn't exactly say that a party wouldn't be enjoyable either.\n\nHe entertains the idea of possibly inviting her on the quest to the Dungeons, but believes she might not be ready for that sort of initiation yet. Plus he doesn't know her given strengths and mental resolve in multiple combat situations, and ... Well, he feels like he shouldn't incline her into a dangerous situation after having obtained her trust. There's no need to possibly throw away lives for a situation that doesn't require it. He shook his head subtly and looks away into the distant view of endless snow crawling up a mountainside from afar.\n\nSilence between the two for a couple of seconds, save for the howling winds and the sounds of rustling pine and leaves. His mind was yet again found in that strange place after shoving away some current thoughts; replaced by the old. Quickly escaping the cognitive dissonance entrancing him from reality, he focuses on the snow flea and soon began small talk.\n\n\"How long have you been out here?\" Starting with a simple question, something he can learn in a basic sense with her. His hands place the hot wooden bowl down onto the snow, having not yet take a bite from his cooking as he was more intrigued about her existence. He's never seen anything like her before in his life, and he's lived in the mountains and other usually apocalyptic looking regions for years." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira paused for a moment, looking up from her soup with a mouthful of rice and beans. Swallowing her food, she thought about the half-orc's question, her brow furrowing slightly. Time wasn't something she kept track of in the same way others did. Her life was filled with simple moments, without the need for calendars or schedules.\n\n\"How long?\" She repeated, squinting her eyes and tilting her head. She didn't think he was asking her about the time. \"You mean... How tall Eira?\" She quickly got up on her feet and glanced down at her body, feeling a sense of pride. She stood taller than the half-orc, her stature towering over him.\n\n\"Eira tall!\" She proclaimed, her enthusiasm radiating as she continued eating her soup which didn't take her all that long. Settling back down on the ground, she shifter herself closer to the half-orc, extending her lower hands that held the empty bowl towards him. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation, tail wagging behind her. She didn't need to say anything, the plea for more soup was clear on her face, resembling that of a puppy looking for a treat." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "You know what? He can't be angry with that answer, in fact he finds it rather adorable that she mistook his question for a topic of height. Cracking a toothy grin from the Half-Orc as she stood over him with the bowl in hand. No, he couldn't even keep a straight face at all as he let out a small chuckle, scooping up another good chunk of the soup into her bowl, knowing full well she's going to eat the entire pot.\n\nGood for her though, he didn't need to eat that much. After he served her, he looks back up to her with his smile still rested on his lips, \"Yes, you are tall indeed. Perhaps bigger than most stronger men I know.\"\n\nAfter that, he takes a spoonful of the hearty content and chewed, deciding to not focus on such a dreadful thought. Maybe he can try to keep her out of trouble if she wanted to stay with him, but it'll be hard when she's naturally a curious creature as she is now. 'Is it worth it though?' He pondered. The quick answer came to be ... 'Yes.' He's earned enough of his trust and comfort to want to extend an offer to journey with him. He'll ask after their time of lunch is over." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira's mind, while simple, was filled with joy and contentment as she relished the warmth and flavours of the soup. Her appreciation for the half-orc's kindness grew, and she regarded him with curiosity and admiration. As the last spoonful of soup disappeared, a satisfied sigh escaped her lips, signalling her fullness.\n\nLowering her large body onto the ground, Eira settled into a comfortable position, her limbs sprawling out in relaxation. The snow beneath her yielded to her weight, offering a soft cushion. With her eyes closed, she embraced the serenity of the moment, free from the world's complexities.\n\nThe cool touch of the snow against her skin and the gentle caress of the wind brought calmness. Eira let go of any worries, allowing herself to be fully present in the stillness of the wilderness. Her tail wagged lazily, a reflection of her inner peace and contentment. In this tranquil state, Eira revelled in companionship and nourishment. Her trust in the half-orc deepened, and she found comfort in his presence. For now, the future held no weight on her mind as she embraced the simplicity and beauty of the present moment." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "His eyes drift down to the snow in uneven quantity across the small gap of open land within the trees they camped upon, studying it half-heartedly while his mind wandered other ponders. The small drifts of wind no longer come to pass; it's violent counterpart soon swallowed the area in the couple of minutes that the pairing sat together in contemplative peace of mind. Eventually, it picks up into a boreal tide of unstable snow plowing out into the air with the sight of the skies and sunlight coming to a cease. The unending blue has returned with ferocious might in a swift and unpredictable timing, the feeling of dread soon lingering back in the air.\n\nIn that passing hour, the Half-Orc and their cold native knew wiser and were eventually finding themselves traversing through the start of the blizzard tearing through small branches and leaves of the pine forest they encamped. Their site changed progressively from a complete lack of civilization to full untouched nature after passing by a water stream and meeting wildberries bushes which slightly reduce the oncoming entourage of snowflakes and snow particles. Eventually finding himself first into the mouth of a stalactite-fanged cave, his metal equipment jingled against the refined leather surface of his bag, echoing off slightly into the throat of the cavern they sat upon.\n\nUnexpected it really all was; in a single hour of comfort alone, the two already had journeyed a small distance to a new, seemingly undiscovered cavernous landmark. He actually found no fault or needing to handhold the clearly frost-strengthened Eira throughout the entire time, and found that she was often the one leading the aimless search for safety between the two in that time they had spent moving from the unsteady wind. Either way, he enjoyed the talent she had and slightly grew a greater respect for her independency in the winter landscape.\n\n`[Scene change: Dogtooth Cave \| Hours passed on automated journey: 1hr 37m]`\n\nHis hand steadily slid along the strap of his backpack, packing it down against a sloped stone wall and sitting himself down against it, quick to observe the violent passing of the pulling winds at the entrance. However, a bigger concern for him was the size of the entrance they passed into and are currently residing in; a bigger threat than frostbite lays possibly ahead if they were careless. He looks over to his new partner, soon giving asking her in a surprisingly steady and cautious tone,\n\n\"Are you a capable fighter? We must explore this cave if we know it is safe to rest here for the night.\" Another question of her tenacity. He already knew that she was a proficient hunter, but considering they are long-headed into possibly a direct threat is a different approach of method acting entirely. He just needs to know what she is capable of ... In her own, innocent way of words, relatively speaking." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira, her body still sprawled comfortably on the ground, felt a shift in the air as the blizzard intensified. Instinctively, she got up and followed the half-orc through the unforgiving landscape, navigating through the thickening forest.\n\nEira strived in the cold environment, her huge body allowing her to move easily through the deep snow. She was literally built for this kind of weather. Her energetic nature returned now that she felt rested after eating a hearty meal. As they walked through the snow, she would every so often leap forward a couple of feet and dive into the snow, leaving behind a trail of her body in the snow.\n\nWhile Eira didn't have a strong sense of direction, her familiarity with the cold environment allowed her to instinctively navigate through the snow-covered terrain, leading them to stumble upon the entrance of the cave eventually. As they entered the cave, Eira sat her body down on the cold ground near the entrance. She looked at the half orc, her head tilting to the side as she thought about his question.\n\nThe concept of being a capable fighter wasn't something she had ever really thought about. She was more accustomed to using her strength and size for hunting and survival in the wild. But a fight? That was something new.\n\nHer response came in the form of a playful growl and a mischievous glint in her eyes. She lunged forward, playfully nipping at the air in front of the half orc as if demonstrating her prowess. She clearly had a natural instinct for combat, even if it was fuelled more by excitement than any real understanding of fighting techniques.\n\n\"Eira strong. Eira protect.\" While her answer was simple, it held a genuine determination. With a satisfied look on her face and her large tail wagging behind her, she pounced back towards the entrance of the cave and sat back down, allowing the snow to fall onto her, enjoying the cold." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "The encapsulating feeling of dread was all too familiar when returning to a familiar, damp and dark environment with every surrounding enclosing your possible escapes. He's grown up in these terrible caves all his life before his eventual escape, yet it felt nostalgically surreal to always return to one in any given condition or reason to do so. The regular search for enemies and other possible, organic or unliving threats were a maintenance expectation that he's grown too used to while living in the wilds alone.\n\nIt's no surprise to him that he was the first to, after acknowledging Eira's words with a firm nod and turning, to observe the sight of a decrepit piece of rusted metal shavings in the form of chipping on a hooked rock formation. He walked over and knelt himself down to it, plucking up the pieces of crude iron from the floor and inspecting it's form, quickly noting it's dimensions belonging to that of a sword of sorts. This is nothing much to go on, but what caught his attention was the clear fresh scratch mark on the surface of stone that hasn't subsided, meaning something was here to pluck this ruined blade from this spot, and recently.\n\nStanding back up, his eyes squint and sharpen, tilting his head down by the jaw first with a steady hand coming to reach over to his barbaric axe dangling off the side of his furred belt lining. He strips it into his nondominant hand and reached with the other hand behind his hip to withdraw a wooden stick with oiled, but cold, tattered rags wrapped by the end. Quickly taking some animal fat and stuffing it into the rags, he lit it with flint across the same hooked stone to light it, providing a steady flame to enlighten the area.\n\nHis opposite hand, holding the war axe waved over to Eira and quickly gestured a halt if she was proceeding to extinguish his flame. Better no accident than one made by former mistakes learned previously. After this, he spoke up an added his thought on the matter of surveying the area.\n\n\"There is danger here. They use weapons like I do. I fear, however, they are not like us. Be on your guard.\" Quick to enlighten her on his educated guess on what threat may lie ahead of them. From his experience, a lightless and unmarked cavern with brittled equipment in use suggests this to be a lair for weaker necrotic influence, as learned in his multiple travels across the Southern Mountain. His bigger concern is if their conjurer or master is still lingering around, which would provide a challenge for both himself and even the large snow huntress; magic is no joke." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira perked up when the half orc gestured for her attention. She turned her head towards him, her eyes reflecting the flickering light of the flame he had ignited. Her antennae fell on top of her head. Though fire had always made her uneasy, she had learned that, under control, it could be a useful tool. She trusted her new friend to handle it safely.\n\nHer playful demeanour quickly shifted to a more serious one as she listened to him. The mention of danger caught her attention. While she may not fully understand the implications of necrotic influence or the potential threat they faced, Eira understood the need to be prepared. Her large frame shifted, and she rose to her feet, the snow falling off of her body like a cascade of white. She approached the half orc with a sense of determination in her eyes. Though she may not possess the same knowledge or experience as him, she had her own instincts and a strong desire to protect.\n\n\"Eira watch. Eira protect,\" She declared, her voice firm and resolute. Despite her lack of knowledge and experience, she understood her role in the face of potential danger. Her tail wagged slightly, betraying her excitement and readiness for the challenge." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "\"Than we move.\" A simple and quick deduction of their readiness on the situation at hand. Lifting now a lit torch, illuminating the surrounding area brightly with the fat burning in the soaked cloth reveals a demented twist of multiple claw marks running down the sides of coarse stone on the walls, a sight unrecognized by the Half-Orc initially until provided better sight.\n\nA hum of discomfort escapes him as he lifted up the axe now, proceeding forth into the deeper recesses of stone cavern with his brows furrowing. He's very thankful he had thin iron plates on the base of his hide gloves for protection, as he knows most skeletons would bear arm to discarded, rusty blades and spiked maces, capable of causing even the slightest scratches on the finger and palm to fully infect through disease and exposure. Despite being well equipped for such an expedition on short notice, he still yet fears the harm not only for himself, but mostly for the unequipped bestial woman beside him.\n\nHe made his way forward, and a scene unfolds ..." }, { "author": "Tale & Combat", "message": "Eventually as they descend down the unsteady but rigid slope of stone and cobble, the sight of a Doorway Made of poor masonry bricks, weathered to time comes to light. The faint blue rays of light behind them diagonally across from the entrance barely illuminates the open stone archway. The sound of clicking footsteps did come forward; beholding the sight of a Large, seven foot statue of a humanoid skeleton with a heavy, wooden shield of iron (Kite Shield) and a stone warhammer in their other hand, equipped with a small horned bucket helm and some crude iron breastplate! A stunning display of heavy armaments, but could prove to be easy to dispatch if the hunter and barbarian are well aware of which obvious sore spots to attack on the foe.\n\nIt seems the skeleton has been made aware of the two coming forward and was quick to hold their shield ahead of themselves. They make no attempt to attack yet, and it's giant form is quite rigid! It seems the two are given the initiative to make a preemptive attack against it. Would it be possible for the flea to be given the chance to overwhelm it with their superior strength ...?\n\n[Technical Detail]\n\nKite Shield, Warhammer, Iron Breastplate, Horned Iron Helm\nAction: held forward defense in front of archway" }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira's large eyes widened as she followed the half-orc into the deeper parts of the cave, her senses alert and her heart pounding. The sight of the skeleton ahead, its shield held up in a defensive stance, sent a shiver down her spine. She had encountered dangerous creatures before in the wild, but this was unlike anything she had faced.\n\nHer antennae twitched nervously, and her tail slowed its wagging as she assessed the situation. The half-orc seemed to be ready for the encounter, and she trusted his judgment. Despite her simple mind, she knew she had to act quickly and decisively to protect herself and her companion.\n\nWith a fierce determination, she charged forward with surprising speed for her size. Her massive form lunged at the skeleton, using her weight and strength to attempt to overwhelm it. Her instincts took over as she swiped at the creature with her sharp claws, aiming to break through its defences.\n\nThough she lacked the battle skills and tactics of the half-orc, her raw power and ferocity were unmatched. She fought with the primal instinct of a creature defending its territory, and it showed in her movements." }, { "author": "Tale & T1", "message": "Decisive & overwhelming!\n\nThe large skeletal foe had been toppled over with ease as Eira had pounced upon the necrotic body of theirs, their shield shoved into their nasal region causing multiple fracture formations to occur against the eye sockets and brow region of it's skull. Despite cranial trauma, it is not shocked by the motion. It's shield pressed against main body, it tucked it's skull further against the iron frame and withstood the multiple clawing strikes of her hands against it's shoulder and head. This mitigated a lot of the damage against Eira!\n\nThere was nothing the skeleton could do unfortunately. It's right arm was pinned under it's own shield as well, due to the mass of Eira having basically toppled onto them. It struggled to shove her away, wiggling the shield and continuing to press/tilt her aside to scramble her off. This has a great chance of failure, however, due to the weight and strength discrepency between the two.\n\n(Technical Detail)\n\nEffect: Damage to cranium: frontal, rear // Damage to helmet & shield: Eira grappled & tackled // Unable to perform another action against them" }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "He took his chance when upon glancing at Eira tackle the necrotic to quickly dash forward and rear his axehead up by the angle of which he can penetrate through the crude iron helmet. Hacking down forth upon the struggling necrotic quickly dispels it as there was not much it could do asides struggle against their might. The helmet has been torn asunder with a twisted hole left in the leather where it's head was. To add to the brutality of his attack, he quickly dug it further; just in the case of it not becoming deceased from cranial trauma alone and wrenched the whole head off from the spinal cord with a quick Pop!\n\nThe skull flew off and smacked multiple times across the floor into the deeper stone hall of the tomb they were within. As it popped a few times, adjacent torches mounted on stone collumns in-built to the walls began to light aflame in reaction to the presence of movement, revealing the crypt in it's fullness to the two trespassers. It was a laid structure with multiple hallways spreading outwards in rows horizontal to the two ...\n\nThere were many skeletons laying in five to six foot pockets of dug-out stone holes in the walls, with cobwebs, decrepit urns and pots laid about in their honor. Some of these did hold possessions, which does not violate Eversor's morals, as he believed that the dead are but objects if they are without life and soul.\n\n\"... You did well, Eira. Perhaps we will make an efficient team, after all.\" Commenting brightly on her quick thinking and frontal attack. He genuinely believes her skills in a fight are definitely worth while while they remain a pair." }, { "author": "Tale & T1", "message": "Enemy has been defeated via. Beheading!\n\nThe skeleton had no resistance and no way to respond to the threat.\nThey have the contents of an iron cuirass, a tower shield of crude iron, a broken helmet and a square-head warhammer." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira's eyes widened as she heard Aternel's words and observed the aftermath of their battle. She felt a mix of emotions — pride in her own strength and abilities, but also a touch of sadness at the sight of the defeated foe. She didn't fully understand the concept of life and death, but she knew that the skeleton was no longer moving, and that made her feel a sense of finality.\n\nEira's eyes scanned over the discarted pieces of armor and weaponry, the sadness quickly being replaced by her curiosity. The items were of no importance to her but she sensed that they might be important to her companion. Her large frame shifted as she stood, towering over the fallen foe. She glanced back at the half-orc, her expression a mixture of pride and eagerness.\n\n\"Eira strong.\" She said with a wide grin on her face. She understood that she had played a part in defeating the skeleton, and she was proud of her contribution. With a wag of her tail and a nod of her head, she indicated her readiness to continue." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "Approved for continuation, he turns back around and relaxes the back of his axe onto his shoulder as he continued on. His caution for the surrounding premises was high, and his state of alertness was profound, for he's never been in such a place before. A graveyard in the middle of nowhere, near the mountains and beaten from any path, this place must be ancient from what he could gather.\n\n\"Let me know if you see anything odd, or if anything moves, okay Eira?\" Turning his head over his shoulder to place his comment in her direction while his eyes remain locked forward. While continuing through these tunnels, they stumble across an archway in the middle which leads to a spiral stairwell going deeper into the crypt. Though while skeptical of going further deeper into the crypt, he looks back behind himself one more time and gave her a questioning glance. Would she be okay with going further into this —\n\nHis thoughts are interrupted by the sight of light in the corner of his eyes. Purple runic texts appear on the wall, revealing the presence of that of a necromancer in the area. This is not good, especially not for the two who may or may not have trespassed in their claimed territory. Quickly thinking on his feet without word, he grasped Eira's hand and suddenly pulls away into a darker, unlit corridor off to the sideline, awaiting for the dark magician to appear in the halls." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira felt a surge of excitement and tension as they continued deeper into the crypt. The atmosphere grew heavier with each step they took, and she kept her senses alert, scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. Her antennae twitched in acknowledgment of Aternel's words. As they approached the archway leading to the spiral stairwell, Eira hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of curiosity and caution. But she trusted Aternel's judgment and followed him without hesitation.\n\nSuddenly, he grasped her hand and pulled her into a darker corridor, away from the main path. Eira's heart raced, and her grip tightened on his hand. She knew something was amiss, and she relied on Aternel's instincts to guide them.\n\nHer eyes darted around the dimly lit corridor, trying to spot any signs of the danger. She stayed close to the half orc, her tail wagging anxiously. Her large frame was slightly crouched, with her four arms slightly spread out, ready to react to any sudden movement. Her tail was raised and swayed back and forth, like a cat preparing to pounce. Her antennae were raised, twitching and turning to catch any faint signals in the air.\n\nDespite the tension in the air, her expression remained steady. Her mouth was set in a firm line, and her brows were slightly furrowed with concentration. Eira's trust in the half orc was unwavering, and she was ready to face whatever threat may come their way, as long as they were together. With a soft growl, she signalled her readiness for whatever was to come." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "Even with the sudden pull and tug, he felt similar to Eira in the regard of wariness and trust. He had glanced back over to her while pressing his back against the stone wall and lifted a finger to his lips, gesturing for silence so he could survey the sight that was about to unfold between the two. His orange-yellow glowing eyes pierce through the darkness they were in just slightly based off nearby light reflection, but even then, they express his stoic and calm demeanor with the semi-lidded state and lack of fear within them. Turning himself back around, he observes who would be arriving from the depths of the spiral stairwell ...\n\nWhat he hadn't expected however before any movement was made was the feeling of a small bone on the right of his leg from the dig-in sarcophagus they were near. Turning his head once more, yet peering downward along his thigh did his eyes widen in horror, for he has witnessed the touching sight of a child's skull with it's arm and hand outstretched weakly against the back of his calf. It was alive, and it was suffering. His once collected and emotionless statue quickly brittles away into a state of somber wariness. He knew what he had to do, but first, he needed to perceive his enemy.\n\nHis attention focuses back onto the archway, allowing the infant necrotic to keep pressing on his leg without restriction. There was little noise generated from this and the distraction would be minimal, as he blocks the sight of the dig-in anyway." }, { "author": "Tale & T1", "message": "Entering the hallway was a large-chested woman in a thin black robe, adorned with Beautiful Lapis-colored streaks of fire along the edges of her clothing. She had jet black raven hair streaking down to her shoulders and she had black lipstick. If there was ever a Modern goth Stereotype in the fantasy world, this would be her. She walked on her bare feet across the small crypt and let out a sigh of mild irritation, proceeding along the hallway to her right immediately, her eyes ravenously scouring through multiple bodies, as if surveying them for quality.\n\nMeagerly following behind her with a humanoid necrotic skeleton with a green fickle flame bouncing along it's ribcage, white balding hair and an uneven eye socket, one larger than the other. This lopside-eyed fiend continued over whilst rubbing his hands together, speaking in a comically high pitch voice.\n\n\"My dearest, please! There is no need to k-k-k-keep looking through the bodies! There is no more intellectuals that I've recalled being buried in this shanty graveyard!\" He pleads with her, revealing some light of intention on what the woman was searching for during her entrance into the main hall.\n\n\"Silence, filth. There Is* Someone here, and he will unlock his secrets to me. I did not come all this way and spent my week here to slumber along the smelly, pitiful dead! The architect is here, I know it.\"* Persistent on her search, she waved her hand upward and conjured a dusty logbook. Slapping her hands through the pages with mild agitation building a sour expression on her face, she continued along, scouring through the lines of text before soon, and abruptly dropping the book.\n\n\"Ugh! No no no no ... No! It said He* Was buried here!\"* Quickly she storms back off down the stone spiral stairwell, her skeletal companion jolting in fear before quickly running along with her; thus allowing this scene to fully play out without interruption. Unless of course, the two interject sometime throughout" }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Unlike Aternel, Eira wasn't attuned with the spirits so when she saw a little skeleton holding on his leg, she freaked out, her large eyes widening in fear. She let out a startled yelp and rapidly shifted her weight to adjust her position, but in her haste, she accidentally bumped against a loose stone on the ground. The stone skittered and rolled away with a loud clatter, echoing through the crypt.\n\nRealizing that her clumsiness might have compromised their stealth, she looked apologetically at Aternel and opened her mouth to say sorry, but before she could utter a word, another voice resonated through the crypt.\n\nEira's curiosity mingled with unease as she watched a woman followed by a skeleton enter the hallway. She knew skeletons were bad from her previous encounter with one and so she thought that the woman was in danger. Her tail fluffed up in alarm and a deep growl escaped from her throat as she lowered herself closer to the ground.\n\nEira had never encountered a necromancer before so she did the one thing she was good at. She leaped towards the skeleton with a burst of determination. Her large body propelled forward, claws extended, aiming to tackle the potential threat and protect the woman from harm. In her simple mind, there was no question - she had to shield those in danger." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "He watched her completely flail for a couple of seconds and cause a dust cloud to have formed midway through the hallway from the bouncing stone, he only but shook his head in mild disappointment before turning. Surprisingly, this actually amazed him as the pairing went up as intended and were about to converse, mainly in the part where the skeleton was stumbling through his words to the clearly aggravated necromancer in her search.\n\nHis arms were crossed the entire time while he remained locked in position and focused, until he witnessed Eira completely cannon ball the summon off on the sidelines of the hallway, observing their master at the work. He, without even a thought, realized he's going to need to talk his way out of this one probably. Or kill." }, { "author": "Tale & T1", "message": "By astronomical luck, it seems the pairing had not noticed the echoing bounce of the rock as they were coming up the spiral stairwell. This was partly due to how the crumbling and decaying crypt was usually leaving falling pebbles and the like, as well as the countless spirits haunting the place about so casually, so this leaves them untroubled. However, as the necromancer continued progressing through her book did she glance back over her shoulder, and as she did, became witness to something that will utterly terrify her.\n\n\"OH WHAT THE F...\" Flattened out by Eira immediately, it's bones crumbling and shattering under the immense weight of the large woman. It was dispelled on the spot, shattering and dislodging from it's sockets, smacking against the wall and floor behind it. This immediately caught the attention of the necromancer who stared in shock and awe, seized in fear of the moment before she leaned back against the wall. This was totally unexpected and she got herself frozen mentally at the sight of her summon being flattened in seconds.\n\nShe dropped against the wall outright as she realized what had entered the premises of her crypt. Her eyes locked as well onto the large, green figure who's figure was slightly highlighted by the bare light on his face and chest. Carefully dragging herself up, she yelled out,\n\n\"Who the hell are you!? Why are you in my abode, my territory!\" She violently questioned the two while she reached to the side of her hip on a loose black leather belt, unstrapping a tome book. She was equipping herself as she dragged herself fearfully back along the floor into the singular dead-end hallway." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "\"Easy, miss. We're not here to hurt you.\" Quickly stepping out to explain himself and his companion's appearance in the crypt. \"We thought this place was an active but abandoned lair, there was no way we could've deduced it was still active until you appeared.\" Calmly lowering his vocal tone and proceeding by the side of the wall, lifting a hand over Eira as he did so she couldn't progress further onto the woman's position.\n\nHis other hand meanwhile lowers the axe he had and hitched it along the side of his belt line, leaving it there so he reduces the likelihood of being attacked. This was standard procedure for him anyway, and for too many tales and reasons why in experience. Either way, he needed to understand what exactly was going on in this cave, and why there was a woman in it pursuing an architect." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira stood still, her large eyes reflecting her inner turmoil. She had acted to protect the woman, to defend her from what she saw as a thread. Yet, instead of gratitude, the woman was angry. It was difficult concept for Eira to understand, the complexity of human emotions and intentions confusing her. Her tail wagged hesitantly, torn between her instincts to protect and the woman's apparent anger. \n\nAs Aternel stepped forward and attempted to defuse the situation, Eira shifted her weight uneasily, her body tense and ready for whatever might come next. Her antennae quivered slightly atop her head, her way of processing the complex interaction unfolding before her. Her gaze shifted between him and the woman. She was unable to fully comprehend their conversation but she trusted Aternel's judgment." }, { "author": "Tale & T1", "message": "Eira stood still, her large eyes reflecting her inner turmoil. She had acted to protect the woman, to defend her from what she s...\n\nThe woman quickly placed herself upright after being approached by the Half-Orc, quickly situating herself and dusting her black cloth of dust, noting the rescinded bipedal creature behind the man. There was a little hesitation coming from her, but she stood her ground carefully where she shakily stood. The shock was still present on her, even if her mind has done it's best to give clarity to the situation that has occurred.\n\n\"How could I know that? Your little pet destroyed my ... Useless companion.\" Having a momentary pause to figure out however she could describe the snow flea, she pointed vaguely in Eira's direction with a face displaying sheer disgust. Clearly she didn't have a bright opinion on such an \"Unintelligent\" Specimen.\n\n\"In fact, does your little dog even speak? What is it's name? What does it ... Even do?\" Despite having been through a terrifying scenario, her curiosity was more piqued by the sight of the assumably feral female beast. Though directing her questions towards the half being, her eyes and general direction of body were still primarily focused on Eira. She didn't expect much to be said from the orc." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira's eyes followed the woman's movements, her head tilting to the side as she processed the unfamiliar words. The woman's disdainful gesture and tone were clear to Eira and her instincts told her that the woman held some sort of hostility towards her. She couldn't understand why the woman would react with such anger, especially after Eira had just saved her from a potential threat.\n\n\"Skeleton... Bad.\" Eira's voice rumbled, the frustration evident in her tone. Her antennae bristled slightly on her head, and her tail flicked with annoyance. The contradictory nature of the situation – having acted to protect the woman, only to be met with anger – was clearly getting under her skin. Her loyalty to Aternel and her instinct to defend were now mixed with a simmering anger at the woman's ungrateful response.\n\nConfusion, frustration, and a sense of injustice grew within Eira, a mix of emotions that she wasn't too familiar with. She let out a low growl, a mixture of anger and distress, unable to find the words to express her emotions. In that moment, her gaze shifted from the woman to Aternel, almost as if she was seeking guidance or reassurance in this confusing encounter." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "A quick hand waves up in the direction of Eira as he intercepts any thought of continued aggression. Though from the faint view on the side of his head which lightly turns in her direction, she can discern a visible aggravated view on him. Clearly having been frustrated that an acquaintance of his was degraded by a defiler of souls, he had refrained from making any comment towards the woman and continues speaking.\n\n\"Be wary of your words, defiler. This is my friend.\" Deciding on speaking more earnestly about his relationship with Eira. \"Now unless you wish her to enlighten you on what she does, it is best you focus on yourself and the predicament we're in.\" Reminding the woman harshly on the situation that has unfolded. This is no time to discuss specimen, he wants to fully ascertain what the woman was doing here. \n\nHis hand waves, gesturing Eira by his side while they kept the woman locked distance-wise in the enclosed end of the hallway within the crypt. He also made it more obvious not to attack by lowering his weapon down to his hip than to keep it readily upright against his shoulder as he previously stanced himself to do. While he was being merciful to the woman for not attacking her on the spot, he does not know her affiliations and desires, so to keep friendly with such a conspicuous potential foe is a bad idea. He remains alert." }, { "author": "Tale & T1", "message": "The necromancer half-lids her eyes with contempt after being rebuked by the half-orc. Yes she was wrong for dismissively fixing on the situation of Eira before her own, but that was to distract herself and buy time to mentally come up with a plan. Studiously observing the hallway she was enclosed on, she did not act on anything for now.\n\nWith her lips, glossed in black aesthetically curling into a frown, she returns to speaking in Aternel's direction. \"Than focus I shall.\" Sarcastic hint in tone. She lightly treads verbally on some information. \"I'm looking for a man buried here. He has some info I'd like to take from him, since no secrets can stay even in death.\" Wittily remarking on her talent in the dark arts, suggesting she has a greater power in the environment they are in subtly. However realizing soon after her comment that it doesn't sound too good tonally, she quickly spoke up afterwards and hurriedly placed her book back onto her belt.\n\n\"I-I mean, of course, now with my companion trampled and you interfering with my studies, I'm not sure what I could do here.\" She looks way less of a threat now to deal with, and her heart was racing incredibly. The shock was still applying to her, even after seconds of acknowledging the predicament she was in. \"Perhaps we could ... You know, take it easy here?\"" }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira's gaze softened as she observed the necromancer's changing demeanour. It was enough for Eira to not feel threatened anymore. As the woman stumbled over her words and nervously placed her book back onto her belt, Eira's growl softened. Her anger seemed to ebb away, replaced with a sense of empathy. Eira's tail gradually relaxed, her posture shifting from a defensive stance to a more neutral one.\n\nAs Aternel gestured for her to stand by his side, Eira complied. She stepped closer to him, her trust in him evident in her obedience. Her antennae remained alert but no longer twitched with unease. Instead, they subtly shifted in response to the changing emotions in the room. Eira's instincts had guided her to react with caution and protectiveness, but now a new feeling emerged - a desire to understand and communicate with this woman.\n\nEira's voice rumbled gently once more, her words spoken slowly, \"Eira help... You.\" Her outstretched hand, palm upturned, was a gesture of both truce and assistance. It was an invitation for cooperation. Her large, expressive eyes held a glimmer of hope and curiosity as she waited for the necromancer's response." }, { "author": "Tale & T1", "message": "There is nothing quite like an enormity of a woman who she assumed was primal capably talking to her and offering assistance. She thought of the canid-like beasthood of the creature unassuming and predictable, but hearing the words with the complexity of thought and reason behind the tone actually took her aback for a moment. She wasn't intimidated by the statue or proximity of Eira, but was more in a state of pleasant surprise. \n\nClearing her throat and taking eyes off to the side however, she rubbed her hand awkwardly along her neck, loosely wrapping some jet black hair locks around the fingers as she spoke hesitently. \"Than we ... We are at a compromise. I'll tell you more about what I do, so long as you do not feed into disgust of my practice. I'll have you know that I am a capable student of the arts, especially with my superior's training.\" Stating with minor pride hinted.\n\nQuickly placing herself along the side of Eira and walking back around slowly to the middle of the hall, cautious to the adjustment of the duo, the woman brushes her long hair back over her shoulders. Ridding the minor dishevel of her appearance with some dusting by the hands and legs, she turns to face the two with a neutral expression, well masking her initial fear of the two.\n\n\"You will call me as I am, Celestra Artheart, or Miss Heart* For short.\"* Now appropriately naming herself to the two, and soon confidently placing her hands on her hips. \"So long as you want to, you will journey with me back to my camp only half a day's worth of travel from here, since um, we're on the same page with keeping me around instead of barbarically murdering me and my research.\"" }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "(Short Response)\n\nHe followed her movement with a turn and watched Eira's more progressive but flawed trust formation with the woman. There's not much he can do about it asides trying to educate her further, but there's limits to what he can teach within a given time with his acquaintance without them gaining experience firsthand. An experience most unneeded and unnecessary for it's painful and heart aching endeavour.\n\nUnderstanding the woman by her name now, he finally holsters his crude weaponry by carefully placing them back onto his belt line. \"Understood then, Ms. Heart.\" A prompt acknowledgement from the Half-Orc. He can observe that her fascination lies more with Eira based on her parting gazes to the snow flea and more. He allows Eira to move before he does, since she will most likely want to learn about her more intimately; personally more than he does." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira watched without blinking as the necromancer moved around the hall. She wasn't trying to be intimidating but there was something eerie about multiple pupils following your every move. \"Miss Heart,\" Eira repeated the name slowly, carefully saying each syllable as if practicing a new word. Her tail wagged rather prominently now, it gave away a sign of her growing fondness and trust. \n\nEira's loyalty to Aternel was firm, but she was also an open-hearted being, willing to forge connections with those who showed her kindness and respect. The necromancer's offer to journey together aligned with Eira's instincts - to protect and to be a part of a pack. With a friendly glint in her eyes, Eira took a cautious step closer to Celestra, lowering her large frame closer to the ground so she no longer was towering over the woman.\n\nRemembering the stories shared by her elders about humans, Eira attempted to mimic the gesture she had heard of - a handshake. Her large clawed hand extended, palm upwards, towards Celestra. Her antennae quivered atop her head as she waited in anticipation, hoping that the woman would accept her hand." }, { "author": "Tale & T1", "message": "The woman looks down to stare at the hand for a couple of seconds before turning her head away, lifting a hand and shaking her hand with disinterest. Shake shake. She turns her eyes up to face Eira as she had distanced herself somewhat from herself, speaking up. \"Hm ... Right, well ... I'll try to get used to __this__ adjustment.\"\n\nQuick to maneuver around the tall framed figure, she quickly steps off into the main hall and looks over towards the archway of where the collapsed large skeleton lays; the exit. A small shake of her head as she observed the condition of her summon from afar, neglecting to view the previous one accompanying her not even a minute before. \"You are a destructive duo.\" She mutters to herself.\n\nWith a promise of keeping things fairly even, however, she continues on and speaks loudly behind herself to alert the two. \"Alright, we'll be exiting this way! Let's keep a steady pace so we don't lose one-another. My camp, as I said, isn't too far.\" With that, she marches on top of the remains of her summon and scales back up the uneven stone slope to the mouth of the cavern, intending to leave with or without the pair. She tried her best to not feel too awkward around the large girl, especially with the humiliating comments she made towards it." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "As they shook their hands, Eira's large eyes remained fixed on Celestra's face, unblinking, as if she was studying the woman's expression. The warmth of a human's hand against her cold skin made her antennae quiver slightly. But it wasn't fear or discomfort that she felt, she was just so curious about this woman that stood in front of her.\n\nAs Celestra started walking away, Eira approached the collapsed skeleton, her tail slightly wagging with excitement. Without any hesitation, she reached out with her massive hand and grabbed one of the bones from the pile, a low growl of satisfaction escaping her throat. She saw the bones as some sort of prize, a trophy. She quickly glanced at Aternel and grinned. She was happy that he was here with her to celebrate this small victory.\n\nEira didn't seem to care about the way Celestra spoke so lowly towards her mostly because she couldn't completely understand what she meant. Quickly, she started to follow the woman, her large strides allowing her to catch up almost immediately with her pace. She positioned herself right beside Celestra, almost mirroring her movements.\n\n\"Miss Heart, where you from?\" With a childlike curiosity and a desire to connect, Eira attempted to strike up a conversation. By now, she could feel the change in temperature as they neared the cave's exit, the cold air from the outside seeping in." }, { "author": "Aternel Eversor, Barbarian", "message": "He follows soon after, tailing right behind Eira as she inspected the skeleton and other areas of certain interest along the recently explored crypt. There's not much he can do asides make sure the two aren't going to engage in yet another fight. With that, he decides to focus more on prioritizing their safety first rather than engage in any meaningless conversation with the necromancer." }, { "author": "Tale & T1", "message": "The group proceeds on their way out of the cavern and into a now more calmly environment without the rush of the snowy mountain blowing away the trio. The pine trees sat restfully in the air and proudly, some of their acorns dropped along some additional snow. It seems now everything's at peace, even the ominous air from the mysterious creature witnessed earlier no longer seems to linger.\n\nCelestra yawned on her way out of the mouth of the cave, waving a hand in front of her face as a gesture while the other arm stretched, revealing her extremely pale complexion under the sun. With her exit from the tunnel with two new acquaintances, she proceeds on marching on out into the plains with recognition over where she previously travelled through in the familiar area. It took her a process after that yawn to become aware that Eira was asking her a question. She was also oblivious to Eira mimicking her actions loosely.\n\nTurning her head around as she mindlessly walked forward, she responded with a fair and no longer stressed tone of voice. \"I am from a pitiful land called Tidehaven, dear. An island far west of here, full of thugs and fools who wish nothing more but the pleasure of women and the plight of others.\" She spoke with a hint of hatred towards Tidehaven. That's when she brought up a unique topic key.\n\n\"But no worries, I was saved by my master, who took me along with other children to his library. I learned to live, and what life was truly meant for. I need not think of such a degenerate haven now, and neither should you.\" Ending it on a light note, especially with a chipper tone referring to her 'master' So eagerly." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Eira followed Celestra, her eyes wide as she took in the environment around her. The cool breeze ruffled her hair, and the scent of pine trees and earth reached her senses, comforting her now that she was finally out of the crypt. She preferred being outside, surrounded by the nature. \n\nAs Celestra spoke, Eira tried to understand as best as she could. She was still learning about the complexities of human experiences and emotions, trying to piece together the meaning behind the woman's story. But then came Celestra's mention of the 'pleasure of women', a phase that sparked her curiosity. She couldn't understand its meaning.\n\n\"What... Pleasure of women?\" She asked hesitantly, her voice soft yet genuinely interested. \"Eira is woman.\" Her large eyes blinked in innocence as she looked at Celestra, her question revealing her naivety about certain aspects of human life." }, { "author": "Tale & T1", "message": "While she continued on aimlessly walking through the woods, she heard Eira's question and immediately seized in place. She was about to part her lips and proclaim some more senselessly mature topics but then realized the quick error of what would've occurred had she did. Having caught herself and choked on air momentarily, she clutched onto her throat and cleared it coarsely.\n\n\"I ... Uh, eee ... Um ... You need not worry about that. You'll know one day when the time comes.\" Awkwardly reeling away from the question, her face contorts to one of worry as she walked straight ahead. \"Let's focus on the road for now. We're gonna be heading back onto the path.\"\n\nAternel, Eira, and Celestra were proceeding on their way out of the caverns and out of the pine forest into an open clearing next to a near-frozen river. By that point, they crossed across a wide stone path and onto the other side of a steep hillside, leading up to a dirt trail along the outskirts of a forest. By that point, they progressed further from their original point of convergence, and onto a new area ..." }, { "author": "wahhhhfle", "message": "Without hesitation, Eira set about her task, her tail wagging slightly in agreement about stopping for the night. The fatigue from their journey had also started to settle into her, a weariness that she felt deep within her muscles. Her tired face lit up as she thought of the memories of her previous camp with Aternel. The thought of the tasty food he had cooked warmed her heart, and a faint grin appeared on her face.\n\n\"Eira get wood.\" She said, turning around from the two with the renewed enthusiasm. She marched towards the woods, her eyes seeking out the branches that looked like they would catch fire easily. She moved a little away from the campsite, still within sight of Celestra and Aternel, but far enough to explore the area for firewood.\n\nAs she walked, her heightened senses through her antennae picked up on something unusual. There was an absence of animals around her, and a strange smell lingered in the air that she couldn't quite identify. It put her on edge, her instincts telling her that something was amiss. She paused for a moment, her gaze scanning her surroundings, trying to pinpoint the source of the odd sensation.\n\nAnd then, Eira's curiosity kicked in asshe tried to determine the source of the foul smell. She began moving in the direction where the scent seemed to be coming from. She moved slowly while trying to stay quiet even though her large frame didn't help her blending well with the natural surroundings. Her antennae quivered as the scent grew stronger, a mixture of something unfamiliar and slightly metallic... Rotten. She continued moving forward..." } ]	288.5	17,696
56	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Narration", "message": "It had been quite a long while after Sizzle and Slush, the two kobolds each struggling with strange magic, had decided to split ways. Nearly a day. As they travelled through Voldur Peaks, and later Heatherstead, they occasionally managed to find topics of conversation, particularly on the many locations in Eluaria... And eventually, Sizzle mentioned the city of Aismir, an accepting and kind place he had passed through days earlier. Hearing this, and knowing Sizzle was heading nowhere near that, far to a city in the south, she decided that the Aismir could possibly be a better and more convenient place to head in search of a place to stay, companionship and distraction. \n\nBut now, it was beginning to get late, and Slush would need to rest soon... The sun was just about to set in the distance, and the winds were once again becoming the cold she was... Oh-so used to at this point. Eventually, she took refuge in a cave alongside a forest trail... She took a deep inhale... But then... A sudden voice rang in her mind." }, { "author": "The Tree", "message": "So this new kobold." }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "Slush winced at the voice...\n\n\"L-l-leave me alone...\"" }, { "author": "The Tree", "message": "...You know i won't." }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "Slush sighs in frustration... This thing... This voice... She had hoped it wouldn't follow her to Eluaria, but the moment she decided to stop and relax, take a break from her journey... There it was. She nods shyly in responce." }, { "author": "The Tree", "message": "Sizzle, was his name...?\n\nHave you told him anything?" }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "\"I... I might have... It's... Nothing too important... I just mentioned your existence-\"\n\nSlush feels a tendril creep up her arm. \"N-N-N-NO! I DIDN'T TELL HIM ANYTHING!\"\n\n\"Just... Don't... Don't hurt him... He's... He's one of my kind...\"" }, { "author": "The Tree", "message": "And that only makes him more of a threat.\n\nYou know how the other kobolds treated you for your ominus coloring\n\nThe way they blamed you for the cold" }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "Slush begins to tear up... Panic settling into her expression, \"Y-y-y-yeah...\"\n\n\"I'm... I'm not... Letting you... Hurt him...\" She reaches for a worn knife concealed in a pocket in her cloak, knowing what she has to do...\n\nA red tendril shoots out of the cave wall across from her, swiping the knife away from her hand, pointing it to her head. \"N-n-no...\"" }, { "author": "The Tree", "message": "Ominous chuckle\n\nYou will listen, you worthless idiot\n\nI am not leaving you\n\nYour mission is to expand and feed\n\nNot mingle with the locals\n\nUnderstand?" }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "\"F-f-f-fuck...\" She mumbles under her breath... \"Fine. F-fine, I'll... I'll... I'll do what you ask, then. Just... Please... Spare Sizzle... I... I beg you...\"" }, { "author": "The Tree", "message": "I shall consider it" }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "She feels a tendril caressing her thigh as she sees the tendril holding her knife drop it onto the cave floor before both tendrils retreat back into the earth... And the voice quickly leaves her consciousness alone... Just as sudden as it arrived... \n\nShe steadily starts to sob, hugging her cloak like a blanket for comfort, wiping her tears and mumbling to herself... \"He's... He's fine... He's fine... I'll make sure... I just... I just have to hold on a little longer...\"" } ]	38	728
172.688312	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Now that they were back at the hotel and had the entire week to relax and enjoy themselves, Lady Velvet knew exactly what she wanted to do. The moment they got to their shared room she began removing her armor piece by piece, setting them down on the dresser and slowly revealing more and more of her silky, pale skin and ample curves. She had a really stunning body, with plump, perky D cups, an hourglass waist and an extra thicc ass.\n\nNow that she was down to just the wrappings on her breasts and a pair of panties, Lady Velvet bent over to pick up her towel that had fallen to the floor, showing off the outline of her folds without even realizing. As she stood and turned to Claire, she seemed oblivous to just how tempting her body was. \"I require a bath, I feel filthy. Would you like to join me?\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would follow suit,removing the armor piece by piece,putting them away in the dresser,slowly revealing her tan skin.While Claire's body was more muscular then most she was still quite attractive,with muscular curves,semi plump B cups,a some husky/muscular body and waist with well toned,firm ass cheeks,like tow rocks kissing over the mouth of a coyote den.\n\nClaire would be down to her bra and panties,which were somewhat strained from holding back the kraken due to velvets beautiful form(don't blame Claire she's not made of stone).\n\"Sure I wouldn't mind a nice bath.\" She'd be a fool to turn down such an offer" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "She looked over her shoulder at Claire and blushed, her eyes wandering lower and then going wide as she saw that this other woman was... Tenting Her panties! Stiffening up, she turned away and her heart started racing as she processed what she had just seen. Did Claire have a... A... \n\nHer mind was racing and Lady Velvet practically had steam coming out of her ears as she tried to wrap her head around this. She couldn't ask about it, could she!? No, that would be rude. Its okay, she just has an, um, a... H-huge penis! Its not a big deal...\n\n\"I think that it is just down the hall,\" Lady Velvet said, wrapping the towel around her body and leading the way to a bathroom that only had one large wine barrel that had been cut to produce a steamy bath that they would be sharing. As she undressed, Lady Velvet slowly got into the water and watched as Claire did the same. She wanted to really see It Again. \"Here, let me make some room for you.\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would follow lady velvet to the steamy bath,her third leg still awakening,not fully there yet but with how beautiful velvet looks it won't take long for Claire's sea serpent to fully rise.Once her and velvet were in the water Claire's member would be at half mast,it looked exactly like a regular penis,just tanned colored with a bigger tip,almost poking out of the water like a crocodile due to Claire seeing velvet completely naked." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Lady Velvet looked stunning in the nude. The hot water gave her porcelean skin a rosy hue and her cleavage stuck up out of the water, giving Claire more than an eyeful as she relaxed with both her arms over the tub. Looking over at Claire, she could see that monster of a dick underneath the water, threatening to poke out at any moment and she bit her lip. Clearly she was into it but trying not to make a scene.\n\n\"I... Um... I d-did not realize that, erm... Women could have one of those... Th-things,\" She said awkardly, her cheeks starting to burn as she failed to hide the look of lust growing on her face. \"Not that I mind, it is... Very impressive~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Lady velvet did look incredibly stunning,even before she got naked, but now,well Claire's third leg could hardly contain itself.The floating clouds that were Velvets breasts only caused her member to grow like a weed in a fertilized garden... By now the tip of Claire's manhood or womanhood,whatever the proper term is would be peaking out of the water like a frog looking for a bug to eat.\n\n\"Thank you, I inherited it from my father\" \n\nVelvets growing look of lust made Claire smirk... Claire would get a little closer to velvet,there thighs almost touching at this point.Claires third leg would be within grasp if velvet so chooses to give Claire's mortadella a touch... For science of course" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "As Claire inched closer and closer to Lady Velvet, she felt her heart beating out of control. Why was she getting even closer!? Her eyes were completely locked on that fat, mushroom tip that was sticking up from thr surface. She turned to the hyena and could see that little smirk on her face.\n\nClaire was Enjoying Her attention? But why, was it possible that Claire wanted her in... That Way?? Slowly, her hand began to draw closer to the hyena's dick, her soft fingers delicately wrapping around it and exploring over the veins length from its base up to the tip, which she could feel oozing something slippery.\n\n\"It is all twitchy and leaking... Is that normal?~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Velvets soft fingered hand exploring her third leg would send a light shiver up Claire's spine,for someone so adept at handing a sword velvet was as gentle as an artisan working on their masterpiece... Velvets sense would prove to be well founded,Claire did want velvet in that way,especially after velvet masterfully dealt with that rabid bear.It was something about velvets cunning that turn Claire on even more.Instinctively Claire's cock would reach its full size after all this touching,the tip would fully extend out of the water like the roots of a mangrove tree,in basic terms Claire at full mast would be hung as a horse.\n\n\"Yes that's normal\" In a calm but curious tone Claire would ask velvet a question \"Is this your first time seeing a \"Sword\" Velvet?\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "As she explored Clair's length, Lady Velvet was starting to realize just how big it was based on her measurements. If The water was reaching up to just at her nipples, and Claire's tip was reaching up Out Of the water, then that meant... A new wave of questions flooded her mind. How could any woman possibly accept this length? Or was it even possible? Would such a large one hurt or was it better when they were large?\n\nAs the hyena asked if this was her first time seeing a cock, Lady Velvet flinched and had the cutest expression of surprise and embarrassment. \"H-How did you... K-know!?\"\n\nThe way that she had suddenly moved caused the woman's tits to jiggle slightly before settling again, though the way her cleavage continued to rise and fall with her heavy breaths was... Hypnotic." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would continue to smirk and lightly chuckle to herself\n\n\"Well for one you seemed to be quite surprised when you saw my \"Sword\" Growing underneath the water.Also you were touching my \"Sword\" Like it's a delicate glass vase,and you are still blushing as if you've seen something... New\" \n\nFor a moment Claire would watch velvet boobs jiggle in the water like a plate of jello being shaken on a table... She almost wanted to reach out and give them a little squeeze... But she'd hold off on that... For now anyway" }, { "author": "bado_kun", "message": "Lady Velvet: \"Is it not... Delicate?~ She seemed surprised by this and as Claire said that she could touch it more firmly, she grasped it and realized she couldn't even fully get her hands around it. Claire's \"Sword\" Was much thicker than the handle of her own sword and realizing this, Lady Velvet shifted so that she was on her knees in front of the Hyena.\n\nLooking up at Claire, she wrapped both hands around it and bit her lip as she started slowly stroking it, watching curiously as this seemed to make the tip ooze more of the clear, slick stuff. Leaning in, she sniffed at it and wrinkled her nose. This smell, it was stinky, but in a way that she... Liked. \"Why is it leaking? Do you need to use the toilet?\"\n\nThe poor thing, she really didn't have any clue what she was doing. It presented Claire with an interesting opportunity to \"Teach\" Lady Velvet if she desired." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"It's not too delicate but I'd still be gentle but firm when giving it attention\"\n\nClaire would watch velvet intensely as she changed positions to get a better grip on her \"Sword\",velvet's purple eyes looking up at her drove her mad internally,out of sheer disbelief that she was given such an opportunity to \"Educate\"\nVelvet on the intricacies of pleasing a thick sword like hers.The clear liquid slowly oozing from Claire's sword was entirely harmless.\n\n\"No I don't need to use the toilet,it's leaking due to how well you are touching it\" \n\nClaire's cock lightly oozed out a nice droplet for velvet,maybe she should see if this clear stuff tastes good... Being as gentle as possible Claire would lightly rub velvets head for a moment before letting go\n\nClaire's sex ed class is in session" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Ah, I see, then this is... A perfectly natural response,\" Lady Velvet said, feeling butterflies in her tummy as she began piecing things together. It was getting this hard and leaking this way because Claire was turned on by her. She could feel her own pussy heating up and if it weren't for the water, she was certain she would be quite wet herself. Lady Velvet continued to jerk off the futa and took in the heavy, heady musk with a deep sigh. \"I would, um... Like to try something!~ I apologize if it is... Weird...\"\n\nClaire's tongue timidly swirled around the tip a few times and she came away with a bitter and salty taste that was so naughty but also oh so... Pleasant. Her eyes began to grow foggy and she went back down for more, wrapping her lips around the fat mushroom tip and forming a tight suction. She looked so incredibly naughty, making a blowjob face around Claire's dick as her tongue swirled all over it, bathing it in hot spit as her hands caressed the shaft.\n\nThis taste... I love this taste!~ What is wrong with me? Claire must think that I am crazy to be putting my mouth on such a thing...\n\nBut Lady Velvet couldn't seem to help herself! The taste, the feeling of it pulsing and throbbing in her mouth, in her hands, and the gentle hand petting the top of her head. This was fun!" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claires face of slight intrigue would turn to that of pleasure as Velvets warm lips and warm mouth enveloped her thick mushroom tip.From the way Claire was looking down at velvet sucking her tip like her life depended on it made her sword ooze more and more of the clear salty liquid into velvets mouth... Oh Claire did think that velvet was crazy... But in a good way,for the time being Claire would continue letting velvets head sort of as a way of saying \"Good job\" ,Velvet was learning quicker than she expected but she's not complaining\n\n\"You're doing good so far velvet.\" Claire was tempted to ask velvet if she was a good girl and see if she was ready to go \"Deeper\" But for now Claire would enjoy getting sucked while in the steamy bath,giving velvet gentle head pats" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "While she was a fast learner, Lady Velvet did not seem to know how to properly give a blowjob. All that she could think to do was to continue sucking on Claire's tip, drawing out more of that thick, delicious tasting stuff that it was leaking everywhere. Mewling around the hyena's cock, she licked up all of the mess that she was making and batted her lashes up at her companion. She looked so erotic like this, mouth wrapped around Claire's length, her butt length hair floating on the water's steamy surface all around her as she sucked. \n\nPulling off of Claire, Lady Velvet's tongue hung out and she panted. With the angle, the hyena could see deeper into her mouth and down her throat. As her head was stroked, she mewled and shivered a little. She was starting to feel really hot all over... \"Doing it... Good? You mean that it is okay to put it in my mouth?~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would observe the scene in front of her, a beautiful woman with hair as long and vibrant as wheat, but was a shade a purple that would make any purple flowers envy velvet,wishing that they were as vibrant as her hair.\n\nClaire would politely smirk as she saw her companions beautiful face,her mouth and throat seemingly beckoning her cock to venture deep into it,like a clean blue pond beckoning people to swim in it.\n\nWith one more head pat and cheek pet Claire would utter these words\n\n\"You are a good girl velvet\" Resting her hand on velvets cheek,velvets soft porcelain like skin feeling like silk on Claire's hand. \n\n\"Want me to take the reins velvet? Or do you want more of my \"Swords\" Nectar first?\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Something about those two simple words, \"Good girl\" Made Lady Velvet absolutely melt. The effect was immediate as her cheeks exploded into a blush and she took on such a wanton, aroused expression. Her breathing even got heavier. All her life she had wanted to hear somebody, anybody, tell her that she was good and now her beautiful, powerful companion was the one to say it.\n\nStill pumping the hyena's dick in both of her hands, Lady Velvet slowly climbed up Claire's body and planted herself on top of the futa, sandwiching her cock between two perfectly plump and silky asscheeks. Now the hyena had Velvet's voluptuous body pressed all over her, with two tits smushing her face. Lady Velvet gazed down at her and panted.\n\n\"I want to be a good girl, but I do not... Know how,\" She said, her voice silky and sultry as she spoke. Claire would have to peek out from the massive breasts she was nestled between to answer Lady Velvet. \"Please, can you teach me?~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "This sudden change in demeanor and position would somewhat surprise Claire, but this was a good surprise not a bad one. \"Wow that was surprise to be sure,but a welcome one.\", Claire would say In her head while her face was smushed deep into velvets voluptuous tits. She'd feel the warmth of velvets body,hear her heavy breathing,her willingness to learn turned Calire on even more,making her cock throb between velvets cheeks\n\nClaire would manage to peek out from velvets soft plump breasts to speak(and to get some air)\n\n\"Don't you worry velvet,I'll teach you how to be a good girl\" \nI\nClaire would then wrap her lips around velvets left nipple,sucking on it lightly for a moment before addressing her once more. \n\n\"But you'll need to listen and do as I say velvet,Do you understand?\" To emphasize her point Claire would firmly grab at velvets asscheeks,making sure that her claws don't cut these beautiful cloud like cheeks" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Though she was bigger than Claire, it was clear that Lady Velvet was wholly submissive, especially to the hyena who she trusted more than anybody else. When she was told that she would be taught, the beauty nodded watched in anticipation. She wasn't expecting the other woman to start sucking on her breasts and just feeling a hot mouth on her nipple drew out a little whine from Lady Velvet.\n\n\"Yessss, thank you... I wanna be good,\" She said, squirming a little and causing her cheeks to massage Claire's monstrous third leg. As her hand gripped Lady Velvet's ass, she grasped the sides of the tub and looked down at the hyena needily. Despite how aroused she clearly was, Lady Velvet had yet to really break out of her shell. Not a single naughty word had crossed her lips, she had yet to even properly smile. \"I understand...\"\n\nPerhaps all she needed was a little more coaxing? Her body seemed sensitive enough. All it took was a bit of touching and she was already trembling, with her hot, virgin slit pressing against Claire's abs already quivering in anticipation. \"Your wish will be my command~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"Good\" Claire's face would still have a sensual smirk on it,lightly licking her lips in anticipation (and because she liked how velvet tasted).Claire could tell that this tall glass of water was submissive, but eager to learn from the dominant hyena that she was on top of.\n\nClaire would let go of velvets ass cheeks,letting them sink underneath the waters surface for the time being,she'll find a use for them soon enough.Claires body was eager and ready to \"Teach\" Velvet the art of love making,wereyena style\n\nClaires manhood would be throbbing in anticipation to delve deep into velvets virgin cave like a spelunker looking for gold.But first Claire wanted to \"Taste\" Velvet,for that she'd need her fingers to get a sample from velvets cave.With that velvets left hand would slowly make its way down to velvets hot,eager slit, then with surgeon like precision one of Claire's fingers would slip inside of velvets virgin pussy." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "She had no idea what to expect from Claire and as the hyena's hands released her ass and she was allowed to settle back on top of her lap the lady relaxed. She liked how it felt to be on top of Claire, obeying her commands, feeling her muscular body under the water. There was something very satisfying about submitting to someone more dominant than herself.\n\n\"NhaaAAAaah!?~\" The feeling of something slipping into her pussy had Lady Velvet suddenly letting out a moan of surprise. Covering her mouth, her eyes went half lidded and she trembled, whimpering through her fingers at this new and pleasant sensation. \"Mbhhhh!~ Hhhnnn...\"\n\nThe reaction was so strong that it begged the question of whether or not Lady Velvet had ever even touched herself. Was it possible that this woman was not only going to be learning about sex from Claire, but learning what an orgasm was, too??? As the stroking of her sensitive folds continued, she started mewling and breathing heavily, holding onto Claire's shoulders.\n\n\"Wh-What is thiiiiis?~ F-Feels... Strange!~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "During the moments of Claire's fingers adventuring inside of velvets untouched pussy Claire would be thinking to herself. \"Has velvet never masturbated before?\" And. \"She orgasmed already? Looks like I've got my work cut out for me\" Of course the smirk on her face wouldn't fade.\n\nClaire would slowly but sensually remove her fingers from velvets virgin pussy.She would bring the fingers up to her mouth, then would proceed to suck and lick her fingers clean of velvets juices. \"You taste great velvet,and what you just experienced was an orgasm,it's basically a big burst of pleasure that happens when you or in this case I touch your private area for a long period of time\" Claire would then gently kiss velvets belly.\n\n\"Orgasms can happen more than once,especially those who are new to the art of love making\"\n\nAs she spoke, Claire's eyes would look down at velvets pure,untouched pussy,Claire's manhood would be oozing more of the clear slaty tasting liquid after all the noises velvet made." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "It didn't take much stimulation for Lady Velvet to start crumbling from Claire's touches. Her panting got heavier and quicker and her eyes widened as she suddenly clung to the futa and began shaking uncontrollably. She didn't know what was happening and got scared for a moment before suddenly waves of pleasure began crashing down on her. Rolling her eyes up, Lady Velvet's face contorted into a lewd expression of pure bliss as she enjoyed her first orgasm.\n\nConsidering how emotionless she normally seemed, it was quite a sight to behold reducing her to a moaning, squealing mess. As the fingers slid out and Claire licked up her slick, sweet honey, Lady Velvet whimpered and clutched her hands to her chest, trying her best to catch her breath. \"An... O-orgasm... More than once... Fwaaaah, just one orgasm was... Wonderful~\"\n\nNow that she knew how good it could feel, doing naughty things with Claire, Lady Velvet was starting to understand what she had been doing to the futa just moments ago. Though she couldn't imagine how a having a penis must feel, surely it had felt good? \"I want to make you orgasm, too~ Can you teach me how to make yours feel good?~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would watch in awe as she watched lady velvet undergo her first orgasm,which would make Claire proud and hard(especially after that orgasm face she made\n\nClaire would wait for lady velvet to catch her breath,Claire knew what it was like when she had her first orgasm.Once cover caught her breath she'd begin to speak\n\n\"Sure thing velvet,but first...\" Claire would rise from the tub,physically picking velvet up and taking her back to the sleeping area with two beds(why are there two beds?Because one of them will be giving a good coat of paint once they are done with it). Once in the room and somewhat damp from the tub Claire would place lady velvet onto the bed.Calire would have a hungry but lustful expression on her face, as if she wanted more of lady velvets nectar." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "She was a little surprised as Claire scooped her up, especially since she was quite a bit larger than the Hyena, but it did feel good, especially with her legs still feeling a little weak. Hugging onto Claire, her eyes bugged out as she realized they were just out in the halls of the tavern's upper level now. \"W-Wait, someone could see!\" Fortunately, there was nobody around, but she still hid her face in Clair's shoulder until she was placed down on the bed.\n\nLaying there in all her glory, Lady Velvet was breathtaking. She looked so absurdly hot and the way she shyly gazed up at the hyena and weakly squeezed her legs together was adorable. \"Claire, why are you looking at me that way,\" Lady Velvet asked, blushing as she followed the hyena's eyes down to her crotch.\n\nNow that they were out of the bath, Claire could see that Velvet had a cute little landing strip of lavendar pubes above her lovely pink slit. Though she was feeling quite vulnerable, Lady Velvet slowly spread her legs for the hyena and bit her lip. \"You want... This?~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would nod in agreement at velvet,she indeed wanted to sample more of velvets sweet nectar.Claire would lick her lips as she crawled onto the bed,her face now only a few inches away from velvets womanhood.From where Claire was laying she'd have a full frontal view of velvets virgin slit,along with that cute little landing strip of lavender pubes.Claire would take in the light fragrant somewhat lavender scented musk before she began to slowly lick lady velvets slit,Claire wasn't about to quickly devour the five star \"Meal\"That was right in front of her,she wanted to enjoy every single moment of this \"Meal\".Claire's tongue would feel soft and warm,like velvet was getting licked by a silk blanket.Velvets \"Love nectar\" Tasted like the sweetest honey, Claire could eat this five star \"Dish\" For every meal if it were possible,Claire would occasionally lock eyes with velvet,before staring back at velvets slit." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Lady Velvet had been expecting for Claire to mount her right away, she did not imagine that the woman would want to sample her pussy with her mouth! As the hyena spread her legs and brought her face close, Lady Velvet's breath hitched and she squirmed a little. \"N-No, wait, that is... Down there it is... N-not proper!~ Ahhhhn!?~\"\n\nAs Claire began licking her womanhood, Velvet shuddered and arched her back, grasping the sheets over her head and letting out a pitiful little whine of pleasure as she felt that tongue slathering her pussy. Her jucies tasted incredible fresh from the source and Claire could feel the heat wafting off of her pussy, filling her nose with that gentle flowery scent. Moaning, she writhed around and gasped, her eyes fluttering half shut as she took in this incredible, mind-melting pleasure.\n\nAfter a life of horrors and lonliness, and suffering, to think that such delights could really exist. \"Nhaaaah, oooOOOOooo, C-Claaaaaaire!!!~ Haaaaah, f-feel'sh... Soooo... GooOOOoood!!~\" She met eyes with the hyena and Claire would see that her lovely morsel was about to cum again." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Velvet's morning,shivering and warm flowery scent made Claire push onward,she was prepared to take velvets orgasm right in the mouth... Claire wouldn't stop licking till the beautiful lady came,which was going to happen any minute now.Now You must thinking about Claire's third leg and wondering \"Has it gone soft?\" Well don't you worry dear reader Claire's cock was still hard as rock and at full mast,thanks to velvets moans,the taste of velvets juices,the gentle flowery scent coming from velvets bush,velvets squirming,all that kept Claire as hard as a mountain face" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Unnnnh!!!~ Ohhhhh, n-noooo, wait, its g-gonnnaaAAA!!!~ FWAAAAAAH!!!~\"\n\nAs Lady Velvet came, she threw her head back and her body tensed up. Her toes dug into the sheets and her legs quivered as she started having another orgasm, this one much more powerful than her first one. Her pussy spasmed and released a flood of the sweet honey that Claire had only gotten a small taste of, filling her mouth with the sweet taste as she grunted and moaned, her body twitching and then slumping down onto the bed.\n\nPanting heavily, Lady Velvet's tongue lolled out and she again let a more naughty, carefree side of herself show. \"I-I am... Suh-sorry... I did not mean tooooo... Make a m-mess...~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would swallow the flood of velvets sweet honey,wiping the excess honey from her face,then Claire gave velvets slit a kiss before standing up and walking over towards the end of the bed where velvets head was resting\n\n\"Oh that's alright velvet but if you really did want to make it up to me then you could make me orgasm?Don't worry I'll instruct you on how to do it.\" Claire would place her third leg on the bed,the tip would be right up against velvet's tongue,where it lightly throbbed." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Lady Velvet was still shaking from her orgasm as Claire got up off of the bed and walked around to her side, slapping her heavy cock down on the bed right next to her. Hearing the hyena's words, and smelling the heavy, stinky musk her dripping cock had built up snapped her back to the present and she flushed, turning onto her side and gazing up at Claire.\n\n\"Haaaah, y-yes, I want to make you feel good, too,\" She said, tucking back some of her flowing purple locks behind one ear. Lifting Claire's massive third leg up, she wrapped her mouth around it and began sucking on the tip again, slurping up the precum and grasping it in one hand. She was being far too gentle though and did not seem to understand that more than just the tip would feel even better..." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Not to be too forceful Claire wouldn't try to force velvet to take more than just the tip,She'll get there eventually,and well Claire liked how gently velvet was and how warm her lips felt wrapped around her tip.\n\nAfter a couple more minutes of this Claire would start instructing velvet \n\n\"Your doing a good job so far but to do even better listen and do as I say,Relax your throat,breathe through your nose and try to take more of my third leg into your mouth,after all it'll taste better the closer you get to the base.\" \n\nEven though Claire was enjoying velvets eager tip sucking it would take her a long time to orgasm from this alone,so she'd hope that velvet would heed her advice and take more of her third leg into her mouth and throat." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "On her side, Claire could really appreciate just how curvy Lady Velvet's figure was. She had a nice bit of muscle definition, but it was her killer curves that were the main attraction. As she suckled on the hyena's third leg, savoring the strong tastes and smells of her dick, Lady Velvet realized that she was about to recieve another \"Lesson.\" \n\nPulling off of Claire's cock, Lady Velvet nodded and got into a better position, shifting herself so she was sitting on the side of the bed with Claire's length pressed right against her face. Looking up at her, Lady Velvet opened up and slowly started taking the hyena's third leg deeper and deeper into her mouth. As it hit the back of her throat, she coughed and teared up a little, but kept going, til she could feel it filling up her throat. \n\n\"Ghhhk!!~ Ghhhlf!!~\" Lady Velvet tried for a few seconds and then gagged, pulling back and gasping. \"It is... So big... I apologize, let me try again,\" She said, again taking Claire down her throat. This time, she started bobbing, slowly working Claire deeper and deeper down her throat while wrapping her lips around her length and while she would choke on it occassionally, she was doing quite well." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would be in heaven on earth as velvet took down her third leg like a champ,sure velvet was gagging and choking on Claire's meat stick,but that's expected from someone who has just experienced their first and second orgasm in the bath and bed.As velvet bobbed her head back and forth Claire would place her hand on top of velvets head to make sure that velvets long beautiful hair didn't get in the way since you can't give a good blowy if hair gets in the way.Velvet's warm moist throat and soft lips would make Claire slightly shiver from the pleasure that velvet was providing,after this Claire would have to pinch herself once she orgasms to see if she was just experiencing a wet dream,so far this way happening and Claire would make the most of it..\n\n\"Good girl velvet,your doing such a good job\" Claire would give velvet some head pats to encourage her to get down to the base of Claire's third leg once velvets throat got used to Claire's size.With each bob of her head Claire's cock would throb,which means that velvet was doing a good job so far..." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "She looked so erotic with her mouth stretching to fit all of Claire and the way she gagged softly each time the hyena slid down her throat was precious. Despite the fact that this cock was stretching out her throat, she kept sucking it with a passion while gazing up at Claire. Each head pat made her mewl and she started blushing terribly as her companion pet her head and praised her oral skills.\n\nA good girl... I am... A good girl~\n\nPlacing her palms on the hyena's hips, she started bobbing a little faster, still deep throating Claire all the way to the base of her cock. As her nose nestled into the hyena's pubes she would get a strong whiff of her musk, like a little treat. Whining around her mouthful of cock, Lady Velvet would start playing with holding herself down all the way on it until she would retch and wince, pulling back enough to get some air.\n\nShe could feel it starting to throb and feel more of that slimy stuff leaking into her throat. Claire knew that Something Was going to happen, but she could not possibly imagine what that would be..." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"G-good girl\" Claire would mutter out as velvet stepped up her deep throat game. Even though Claire's third leg stretched velvets throat like a jacket being stretched out by a heavy set person(fat person) it still felt amazing.Claire would lock eyes with velvet,from the look that Claire was giving her she'd know what was about to happen...\n\nWith a few grunts and groans coming from Claire velvet could tell that Claire was about to orgasm,her cock was throbbing like crazy,her \"Balls\" Would pulse at a rapid rate,her third leg was at its limits and was about to go off like a barrage of fireworks on the Fourth of July.\n\n\"V-Velvet get re-ready\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Mmmmnf?~\" As Claire started grunting and panting like some sort of a wild animal, Lady Velvet shuddered. She didn't know why, but she had the feeling that the hyena's own orgasm was going to be somehow Bigger Than hers had been. Maybe not as intense, but with the amount Claire's third leg was leaking, she suspected more was about to come out. \"Ghhhhhlk, ghaaAAAaawk!!~\"\n\nLady Velvet was starting to really cram the futa's dick down her throat as she felt it throbbing and spewing precum. Focusing her half lidded, foggy eyes on Claire, she pushed her nose into those pubes over and over, causing Claire's churning balls to smack against her chin. She looked so... Hot With her plush lips pursed around a dick, her eyes tearing up slightly and her cheeks flushed in a perfect, naughty blowjob face. \n\nShe wanted it so bad. Whatever Claire was about to give her, Lady Velvet wanted every drop of it!" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Velvets constantly cramming dick down her warm tight throat ,not to mention her perfect,naughty blowjob face was driving Claire absolutely crazy.Her balls would churn like a 1780 housewife churning butter,but Claire's \"Butter\" Would be a bit saltier and sweeter than normal butter.\n\nAfter a few more minutes of cramming her third leg into velvets mouth,Claire would grab hold of velvets head and pulled it down to the base of her cock,making velvet get a nose full of her musk.Finally Claire would begin to orgasm,flooding velvets throat and stomach with her hot,sweet,sticky load. Claire's orgasm would last for 35 minutes,filling velvets stomach to the point where she looked 8 months pregnant. Claire's cock would slowly shrink down to its flaccid size, but as one last \"Gift\" Claire's third leg would shoot a load of Claire's \"Sperm\" Into velvets face.Meanwhile Claire would be panting,her cheeks red after such a big release.After catching her breath Claire would pat velvet on the head before once more saying \"Good girl velvet,you did such a wonderful job\" She then flashed velvet one of her signature smiles" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "She kept sucking as Claire's grunting and panting grew louder. She assumed that the hyena was getting close to cumming, but still had no clue what to expect. After a minute or two of sucking, however, she got her answer. As her head was grabbed and she wsa shoved down, her eyes widened in surprise. She could feel Claire's third leg pulsing and then suddenly she felt something hot and thick squirting right into her stomach. \"BHHHHLGHK!?!~\"\n\nAs the spurts of semen continued, Velvet squirmed and let out muffled gurgling and moaning sounds, pawing at Claire's thighs as she was fed load after load of hyena cum. It was incredibly sloppy, with excess squirting from her nostrils and drooling down her chin, hanging from it in thick strands as her eyes rolled up and her cheeks burned. Her gagging and desperate swallowing sounds were heavenly, though, and even when a cum bubble would occasionally form from her nose she looked so sexy chugging Claire's load. \n\nWhen she was finally freed, Velvet slumped backwards onto the bed, burping and going limp with a big, round belly full of semen. \"Phwaaaaah, aaaaaahn... Sh-shoooo... Much...\" She moaned, gasping for breath." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Once Claire caught her breath she would stare at velvets naked body,gazing at it like she was staring at an incredibly beautiful painting.Even though velvet looked like she was 8 months pregnant with a face coated in some of Claire's puesdo baby batter,Calire still found her very attractive.\n\nAfter making sure that the door to their room was locked Claire would crawl on top of a limp velvet till she locked eyes with her,Claire's flaccid third leg lightly pressed against velvets full belly.After locking eyes for a few moments Claire would begin to lick velvets face,cleaning up the mess she made.Once velvets face was clean Calire would crawl over velvet,her third member grazing velvets face in order to lay down behind her.\n\nOnce Claire was behind velvet she'd wrap her strong arms around velvet and pulled her in close,aka she became the big spoon... Anyway once Claire wrapped her arms around velvet she'd whisper into velvet's ear\n\n\"You've been a good girl\" Then she'd lightly kiss velvet on the cheek(her face cheek not her ass cheeks,that'll happen sometime in the future ;3)" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "She felt so full! Velvet had no idea that it was possible to feel so filled up, but it wasn't uncomfortable, in fact it felt... Amazing. Having a big, round belly full of Claire's hot cum was making her feel all warm and cozy. As she coughed up some of the hyena's semen, she was able to appreciate its salty, bittersweet taste a bit more as she laid there and gazed vacantly up at the ceiling. When Claire reached her, she would see that her companion's pupils had turned to little pink hearts.\n\n\"Haaaah... Y-you don't have'ta...\" She mewled as Claire started licking the mess off of her face. It was embarrassing, but also felt good, so she didn't fight it as she was licked clean. Gazing up at the hyena, she had a peaceful little smile on her face. \"Ah? Where are you going? Fwaaaah~\"\n\nAs Claire's sloppy, stinky cock dragged over her face again, Velvet whined as the familiar, arousing smell flooded her nose again. Sticking out her tongue, she managed to scoop up just a bit of the hyena's cum before she was pulled into a spooning position. Laying there, she shuddered and smiled as she was told she was a good girl.\n\n\"What... Was... That... S-stuff which came out?~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would hug velvet tightly but gently making sure her claws didn't scratch into velvets body... At least until they got a little closer.\n\n\"It's whatever you want it to be my good girl\" Velvet would get another smooch but this time on her neck.\n\n\"You did so well for your first time handling a \"Sword\"\n\nClaire would jest,her hands running along velvets warm well toned body,exploring every crevice they could,before stopping at velvets breasts,which she'd lightly hold with her hands" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Wh-Whatever... I... Want?~ Haaah...~\" Velvet was still catching her breath and after such a rigorous and pleasant experience she couldn't seem to calm down. A warm and fuzzy feeling seemed to have completely gripped her from head to toe and she was feeling... Marvelous! \"Thank you~ I enjoyed handling your, erm, your sword very much~\"\n\nBeing told she was a good girl was quite addictive. The moment Claire so much as uttered the words Velvet seemed to melt into her, mewling and lounging on her side. The hyena was free to caress her long legs, her bloated belly, and her big, soft tits to her heart's content. Biting her lip, Velvet gazed over her shoulder at her companion and giggled.\n\n\"You enjoy them?~ I always... Hated my breasts... It is so difficult to find armor that fits them.\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"I'm glad to hear that you had fun handling my \"Long sword\" Velvet\" Bam another kiss smooch for velvet\n\nClaires hands would be wandering around her body like a dwarf without a map,her clawed hands running down velvets long legs,one mischievous finger would pass through velvets lavender bush.Its been a while since she has spooned someone so Claire was making most of this situation.\n\n\"They are soft,warm and squishy...\" Claire's hands would now lightly squish velvets boobs,seeing as Claire was a b cup,she couldn't squeeze her own breasts so velvets would have to do" }, { "author": "bado_kun", "message": "Claire: For her companion to properly reach her lips, Velvet had to turn herself slightly and lean in, allowing the hyena to give her a kiss. It was a subtle reminder of just how much bigger and well stacked she was by comparison. Her body was like a big, silky smooth, jiggly playground of Claire to play on and she didn't seem to mind it one bit.\n\nAs a finger teased through her little landing strip of pubes, Velvet shuddered and tilted her head back, whimpering and feeling herself getting just a little excited. There was no way that she could go again so soon, though, right? She was already stuffed so full that she looked pregnant! \n\n\"Ahhhhn~ It f-feels good~ I did not know that I could feel so good from th-them,\" She whined, tilting her head back and reaching down, placing a hand on Claire's thigh. \"My n-nipples... Please do it more~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would give Velvet another kiss,then without hesitation would start lightly playing with velvets nipples,only stopping to give velvets breasts a light squeeze.To Claire, velvets breasts felt like she was rubbing a pair of clouds." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Mnnnhhh... Haaaaah!~\" As Claire kneaded around Velvet's tits, paying special attention to her puffy nipples, she started to squirm and whimper. It seemed that spending her entire life without experiencing pleasure like this had left her quite sensitive. Trembling, she settled against the hyena and panted softly as her perfect breasts were massaged and closed her eyes, breathing heavily. \"Thank you for, ahhhh, t-teaching me such wonderful things~ I hope that you will continue to... E-educate me~\"\n\nShe was enjoying all of these new sensations, but Velvet could also feel her body growing weak. Her ordeal in the caves, followed by all of these new, overwhelming sensations hard her fading quickly." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"You are very welcome velvet,I promise to teach you more about the art of handling a \"Long sword\" \n\nClaire's hands and fingers would continue playing and squeezing velvets breasts and nipples,velvets squirming and whimpering made her smirk,perhaps she'll teach velvet how to prep a \"Long sword\" For penetration next... But that would have to wait since Claire was starting to grow tired from the fun they had and from that little spelunking adventure they had. After a few moments of squeezing,Claire's hands would move back towards velvets full belly to lightly grip her soft,warm,body,preparing to take a rest." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Mnnnnnh... Yes... Mmm...\" Velvet trailed off and slowly slumped onto the bed, falling fast asleep before she could finish that last word. Had she been about to say, \"Yes, ma'am,\" Or \"Yes, mistress,\" Or had she simply mumbled out one last bit of nonsense before she could no longer keep herself awake? Sighing as she felt two hands around her big, round belly, Velvet nuzzled into her pillow and shifted slightly, getting cozy with the hyena spooning her from behind.\n\nWhile Claire would not know this about Velvet, her nights were usually quite restless and oftentimes she would go many nights without sleep. This night, however, she was exhausted from their adventure in the mines and her body felt so relaxed after all of the good feelings that Claire had given her. In the morning, she would awake well rested and with her belly having shrank back down to normal. With all of the \"Protein\" That Claire had given her, she wasn't even feeling all that sore." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Velvet would be awakened by the smell of cooked meat and eggs,along with an aromatic scent that would be very close by to velvet. It was Claire(a clean Claire) who bought some breakfast from the tavern downstairs to eat within their room,call Claire old fashioned but she's never been a person that enjoys people watching her.\n\n\"Morning velvet,I hope you don't mind but I brought you some food,hopefully you like ham and eggs.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Feeling the shift in the bed from Claire getting, Velvet whimpered softly and turned towards the warm spot from where the Hyena had been. Slowly blinking her eyes open, there was a moment of disappointment as she realized that her companion was no longer there. Hearing the door, however, Velvet quickly sat up, clutching the blanket over her front in a meager attempt to preserve her modesty. \n\n\"Ah!? O-Oh, Claire, it is only you,\" She said, relieved but also... Slightly embarrassed. The other woman had seen, and touched, and Tasted* Almost every inch of her that she was trying to cover up. Seeing the food, she nodded and lowered the blanket. \"Yes, thank you for getting me some food, too. Did you, um... Did you sleep well?\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would find velvets slight embarrassment somewhat amusing... Anyway Claire would place the food on the nightstand next to the bed before hopping back into the bed,what? Claire's getting their moneys worth out of their stay.\n\n\"You're welcome,and yes I slept pretty good last night, it was nice cuddling with someone beautiful.\" \n\nClaire would grab a cup off the tray of food and handed it to velvet,then she'd grab one for herself,taking a light sip of it.\n\n\"It's green tea.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "She was glad to have some actual food to eat, though her \"Meal\" Last night had been... Sufficient, to say the least. The way that Velvet ate her regular food was nothing like how she had gobbled up Claire's cock the night before. She cut her food into small little bites and gracefully took each one, observing perfect table manners.\n\n\"M-Mmm?~ I, ah, th-thank you! I... Also enjoyed cuddling with you...\" She said meekly, blushing and looking off to the side from embarrassment. As she noticed her tea was there and that there was not any \"Cream\" Available, her cheeks flushed and she looked at Claire. \"Claire, would you be willing to... Provide me with some... Of your... Cream?~\"\n\nShe bowed her head to hide her face underneath her hair. Velvet felt so stupid for having asked the hyena for this, not realizing that for plenty of people this sort of thing was so kinky that it was too good to be true!" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Usually claire would use her hands to eat her food but when in the presence of a beautiful woman she would use the available utensils to cut and eat her food\n\nClaire would listen to velvets request intently,she couldn't turn down velvet,especially after she asked nicely.\n\n\"Sure thing but it's a self serve cream dispenser\" Claire would finish her food then would walk over to velvets side of the bed,pulling down her pants to reveal her flaccid third leg,which was still pretty big,it would throb lightly once exposed to the warm room once again,it eagerly awaited for velvets silky smooth hands once again." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Ah!?~ You mean that, you will do it,\" Velvet exclaimed, surprised that Clair would honor her very naughty request. As the hyena went around the bed and whipped out her massive, only half hard schlong, Velvet bit her lip and gazed at it longingly. Just seeing it made her feel so... Excited in a way she had never experienced before last night. \"Yes, I understand perfectly~\"\n\nSetting the saucer and cup on the bed, Velvet walked around Claire and grapped her thing leg from behind. Like this, she could enjoy two soft, silky hands beginning to fap her while feeling the woman's massive breasts pressed to her back. She could also inhale the sweet, flowery scent of Velvet's hair as she leaned in close. \"How does this feel?~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "The scent of velvets hair,her silky smooth hands,and her large,warm breasts would make Claire feel like a million gold coins(basically it felt great)\n\n\"It feels good velvet\"\n\nClaire's cock would feel the same way as it began to grow to its full size,the tip would be perfectly over the cup,which would make sure that the cream landed in the right place" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Velvet could feel Claire throbbing to life in her hands and mewled, sucking in a deep breath and stooping down to nuzzle against the hyena's cheek. She was not even trying to be erotic, but everything she was doing was so incredibly sexy. \"Ohhhh, Miss Claire, your penis is getting so big~ Please, make me a lot of fresh, hot cream for my tea?~\"\n\nHer warm, soft tits smushed up against the futa and she would feel the warmth of the larger woman up against her as those silky hands worked, jacking her off much more firmly and confidently than the previous night. Wanting to be affectionate, Velvet started kissing her neck and gazed down at Claire's third leg as it began oozing precum into the tea.\n\n\"It is twitching so much~ Fufufu, how cute,\" She said, actually letting out a small laugh for the first time." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Velvets nuzzling and neck kissing would feel amazing,not to mention her silky smooth hands were making her third leg twitch and ooze precum directly into velvets cup,but don't worry the cream will be coming soon enough.\n\nClaire's sensitive ears would pick up this small laugh from velvet,which was a little bit surprising since velvet hasn't laughed,well laughed in a non panicked way before so this was a welcome surprise.\n\n\"It senses your newly found confidence with holding a \"Long sword\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Yes, Ma'am, it feels quite natural to be weilding your big, hard sword now,\" Velvet admitted, blushing as she said it. Though she had no concept of what dirty talking was, at least not yet, saying such things felt so naughty! Her hair was draping around Claire, spilling down her own chest as Velvet gripped her more firmly and sped up her stroking. \"I cannot wait to try your special 'milk tea'~\"\n\nAs her lips drew closer to Claire's, Velvet sucked in a deep breath. She felt nervous about initiating a kiss, even though they had kissed several times the night before. It definitely felt more comfortable when the hyena was taking the lead instead of her, but she wanted a kiss so badly...\n\nPressing her lips to Claire's, start clumsily, timidly kissing her without tongue. She was trying, but it was clear that if the hyena wanted a proper make out as she came it would be up to her to be a bit more forceful." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire was about to say something about her \"Milk\" Being 2% fat but she'd be caught by velvets clumsy without tongue kissing,sure it was a timid kissing but it would still be enjoyable.So much so that Claire's third leg would throb then would spew her \"Milk\" Right into velvets cup,her warm,thick,sweet seed would quickly fill up velvets cup." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "She could feel the hyena's cock starting to throb and her heart fluttered. She knew what was coming next and as her dick began unloading into the mug, and all over the saucer, Velvet mewled and began jacking her off faster, making sure to wring out her dick until the cup was overflowing and the bed was splattered with thick, steamy, stinky semen. \n\nAs it finished spraying everywhere, Velvet slowly ran her hands up the shaft, massaging out the last few globs into her palms. Raising them to her mouth, she licked up the fresh seed and sighed, closing her eyes and savoring its rich, naughty taste. Salty, bitter, and almost a bit fishy...\n\n\"Thank you, Miss Claire, your milk is... Quite delicious,\" She said, sitting down and raising the sloppy saucer up. Blushing cherry red, she looked down at her \"Milk tea\" And then lifted it, slurping up her first \"Sip\" And closing her eyes. \"Mmmmh... E-exquisite~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"Thank you velvet,I'm glad you like it.\" After wiping herself off with a towel Claire would take a seat on the bed to finish eating her breakfast... Velvet definitely tapped out her third leg for a bit...\n\nOnce the both of them finished their food Claire would change out of her clothes,basically stripping in full view of velvet,allowing velvet to glimpse at her muscular legs,her firm but plump,tan asscheeks, and her well toned arms" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "The taste of her tea, which was almost completely dominated by the thick, hot \"Milk\" That was filling her mug was making Velvet feel all hot and bothered. Her heart started racing from how naughty this was, like it was... Wrong to be doing such a thing. She couldn't seem to resist having another sip though, shuddering as she slurped down Claire's cum.\n\nAs the hyena began to undress, she felt the arousal starting to peak, but she squeezed her thighs together and simply watched as she finished her morning tea. After having sucked down all of the cum, she looked at the saucer that was full of cum and Claire would see that she was contemplating doing something very, very naughty. \n\nIt was up to the hyena whether she wanted to encourage such a lewd thing or not, though..." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Once Claire was completely undressed she'd walk over to velvet,clearly she wanted something from velvet,but what was it...\n\n\"Since you tried my milk I would like to try yours.\"\n\nClaire would gesture towards velvets large breasts,which Claire hoped would produce a sweet,silky smooth liquid,just like her pussy did last night. \n\n\"Oh? I see that you've gotten a little excited from drinking my milk,oh my good girl velvet what am I gonna do with you.\" She would say in a tender way." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Licking her lips, Velvet was fighting the temptation to bring the saucer to her mouth and \"Clean\" It with her tongue when she was suddenly interrupted by the hyena. Turning her half lidded eyes up towards Claire, she set the saucer down and leaned back slightly, pushing her chest forward without really meaning to.\n\n\"M-My milk, ma'am?~ But I... Will they really produce such a thing,\" Velvet asked, blushing as she followed Claire's eyes down to her big, puffy pink nipples. Not only did Velvet have quite the impressive wrack, but she had such lewd, soft looking nipples, too. She lifted her heaving tits up and felt their weight in her hands. \"I have never seen them produce milk before...\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "\"It won't hurt to find out if they do produce milk\" Claire would lick her lips as she sat down in the bed close to velvet,getting as close as possible to velvet.Claire's left hand would reach and grab one of velvets breasts,lightly squeezing like one lightly squeezing a piece of fruit to test its ripeness.\n\n\"You ready?\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "Having never really touched her breasts or paid them much mind, having another person squeezing them brought the same fluttering feeling to her chest as it had the previous night. It felt... Good to have someone touch them! As Claire squeezed her plump breasts she would find that they were not just exceptionally soft, but they felt slightly heavy as if they were indeed full of milk.\n\nWatching and trembling slightly, Velvet nodded and grasped the sheets on either side of her hips, pushing her chest out for the hyena. \"Y-Yes, Ma'am, I am ready~\" While Velvet was indeed producing milk, she was not pregnant and had never been pregnant, so it would take a bit of \"Coaxing\" To get anything out of her teats." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Once getting confirmation from velvet that she was ready,Claire would wrap her lips around velvets left breast and began to suckle on it like a baby cow with a milk addiction.Occasionally Claire's tongue would swirl around velvets soft nipples,doing her danm best to extract some milk from velvets large breasts.Her right hand would be lightly squeezing velvets right breast as if she's trying to stimulate the production of milk or boob juice,whatever you want to call it." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "\"Haaaaah!?~ Nghhh... Th-that is... F-feels... Straaaaaange!~ Please, b-be gentle with them, miss!~\"\n\nShe shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut at the sudden tingly, warm sensation she was getting from her chest. As Claire teased them more, her puffy nipples began to stiffen to peaks and Velvet started panting heavily. Squirming, her mewling and whining was becoming a beautiful chorus until suddenly Claire felt a squirt of something hot, creamy, and dangerously sweet on her tongue.\n\n\"Ahhhn!~ Whuuuu... Whu was thaaaat!?~\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would feel this hot,sweet,creamy liquid hit her tongue,this was the familiar taste of milk,but before she kept sucking she'd remove her mouth from velvets boob and would proceed to speak\n\n\"That my good girl velvet was milk,to be specific,it is your breast milk\" She then went back to suckling velvet next breast,drinking as much milk as possible from velvets breasts,this milk was unlike any that she has had before." }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "As the hyena suckled on her teat, the dribbling soon became a steady gush, with her teat squirting out fresh, hot milk into Claire's mouth as the other nipple she was lightly pinching and pulling began to form beads of milk. \"Fwaaaaaah~ O-OooOOOooo...\"\n\nAs Claire continued sucking and calling Velvet her good girl, she started to get a warm, fuzzy, tingly feeling that started at her breasts and seemed to reach all the way to her toes and her fingertips. Slumping back onto the bed, she brought Claire's head with her, holding it to her breast as she mewled and simply laid there in ecstasy.\n\n\"Ahhhn... Th-that is it, Miss Claire, drink up all of my yummy milk,\" She said in a breathy voice as her hand brushed through the hyena's hair." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Velvet wouldn't have to tell Claire twice,she'd drink up all the milk that she could from velvets left tit.After a few minutes of drinking velvets milk,the flow from the left tit would slow down to a light drip.\n\nClaire would move her mouth off of velvet's left tit,she'd remove her right hand from velvets tit and wrapped her mouth around her right nipple and began suckling on it hard" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "As Claire finished up with her one breast, she thought that it was over, only to find that Claire was going after the other nipple, which had been nice and primed for sucking. This time, the hyena was immediately rewarded with a steady, hot stream of the delicious milk. \n\n\"UooooOOOoooh, M-Miss... Miss Claaaaaaire,\" She squeaked, arching her back and writhing as she felt fresh waves of pleasure through her whole body. She was shaking as she slumped back down onto the bed, gasping and feeling so hot and flustered and horny as she was sucked dry. \"Nhaaaaaah... Sh-shoooo... Gooooood...\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would slightly climb on top of velvet in order to keep sucking her left tit dry.Velvets milk was sweet like honey, but went down smooth like cream and was as warm as tea,Claire would definitely be partaking in velvets milk more often in the future.\n\nAfter what seemed like an eternity for velvet Claire would drink velvet's breasts dry,giving each nipple a light kiss/lick to lap up any remaining drops of milk.\n\nOnce finished Claire would give two kisses on her (face) cheeks\n\n\"Your milk was delicious,you are a good girl velvet\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "As the hyena climbed all over her curvy, beautiful body like it were a mountain, Velvet grasped at the sheets and moaned, tipping her head back as she was sucked dry. By the time Claire had gotten her fill, Velvet was shaking and her body was flush. Her breasts felt lighter and slightly smaller now, having gone down back to D cups. Was this the reason that her armor sometime felt too tight in the chest?\n\n\"Th-Thah was... Amazing,\" The panted, gazing at Claire with two hazy, half lidded eyes as she was given some kisses on the cheek. \"Thank you, Miss Claire... I'm glad you enjoyed it~\"\n\nShe remained dazed for a little while, but eventually Velvet was able to pull herself out of the bed and to begin dressing. She pulled on what appeared to be a tight, full black bodysuit that hugged her curves nicely and looked over her shoulder. \"Would you button the back for me, ma'am?\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would do just that,buttoning up the back of her tight black bodysuit.Once she helped velvet ,Claire would begin to dress herself,first dawning her black undergarments, then her hide armor coated in lizard scales,then finally her leather boots.\n\n\"I was thinking that we should go visit the asimir markets before checking in on the blacksmith,does that sound good?\"" }, { "author": "Lady Velvet", "message": "After having her bodysuit pulled on, Velvet put on a long pair of socks and then gloves before putting on the pieces of her armor. It was designed to fit very close to her body, but with a combination of black mail, curved and pointed plates, and black leather. It allowed her a great amount of mobility, but sacrificed some of the protection of full plate armor.\n\n\"Yes, I think that would be wise,\" Velvet said, quickly fixing her hair and deciding to pull it into a low ponytail. Their \"Activities\" Had slightly messed it up and she needed to make herself presentable. \"Lead the way, Miss Claire.\"" } ]	170	13,297
191.25	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Nazerene", "message": "The wind screamed all around her. The frigid chill bit into her flesh like the sharp fangs of some great cruel beast, and she was cold, so ... Very cold, colder then she had been in all years of unlife. Not for the first time since her flight from her home did she toy with the idea of just letting that accursed band of vampire hunter's slay her on the spot, at least then she wouldn't so blighting freezing! Rejecting the idea Nazerene drew the fur lined cloak closer around her body, not that it did much good, she was still cold. Well most of her was cold, there were two twin point of heat on her person, one was over her unbeating black heart, where the locket rested, the other was the sun-walker's sigil tattooed into a small area on her lower back. The only indicators of her continued existence outside the frigid cold. Pulling the hood of her cloak up, Nazerene continued her trek out of the mountains, wondering if she would freeze solid or be decapitated by the vampire hunters first." }, { "author": "j41_12", "message": "HN:\"One.. Two..\" The swordsman looked crazy. Was he walking up the mountain? He was dressed with a coat, a red scarf, his face hidden by a conical hat. He walked up and noticed the woman on the cold, and passed by her? He stopped though and stared.\n\n\"Are you okay? Bad weather for someone to be out alone.. Are you lost?\" He asked. He didn't seem to be a hunter. And he actually looked concerned for her situation.\n\nMore... A wanderer? He definitely lacked in equipment, but 2 Swords that vaguely reeked of power.\n\nThey were sheathed though, 2 sheathes, side by side." }, { "author": "Nazerene", "message": "A voice brought her out of her icy ruminations on her own impending death, a male's voice to be precise. The calm pulsating of his heart sang to her of the promise of carmine vitality, and she shook her head as though to clear it, sending errant snowflakes away from her hair, which was tied back into a single braid by a bit of violet ribbon. \"I am freezing,\" She said when he asked her if she was okay, it was also clear by the outfit under her fur lined cloak she clearly wasn't dressed for the harsh conditions of the mountain ranges, Nazerene would of course never admit to being lost, her own pride refused to allow her to entertain such a notion, her left hand rested on the coiled length of serrated steel of her whip, she might have been weakened, but she could certainly put up a fight if this stranger proved to be hostile, though he didn't seem to be a bandit, ad adventurer perhaps seeking glory?\n\n\"I am simply seeking passage out of these mountains,\" She said between fits of violent shivering, which was of course not a lie, the sooner she could find some civilization,the sooner she could rebuild her shattered life. \"Wh-what b-b-brings you to these frigid peaks, have you come to slay the vampire that dwells here?\" Nazerene asked a hint of curiosity in her voice." }, { "author": "j41_12", "message": "\"Not dressed for the conditions, trying to get away? Shit.. Who did this?\" He again, looked concerned. \"Ah... Long way down then, shoot..\" He takes off one of his swords, though he laid it down. \n\n\"What vampire? I have no idea what you are talking about.. I come up to train, or supposedly train, heard that the peak's perfect for.. Meditation and all that.. And some monsters dwell here?\" He shrugged. \n\n\"None of your business, either way..\" He shrugged it off casually." } ]	184	765
285.96	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "Just four months had passed since she had arrived on this realm. She had learned a lot of common and had a simple job as a barmaid but she needed something better and was in search of something that fit all she knew from her past. Still trying to connect to who she was, it was hard to let it go. Many nights she had night mares about what happened and would wake up or just simply lay away to prevent it. She had a simple tent and travelers pack, some rations and dried soups for the road so she could rehydrate them. The town at last Steading was very helpful, all the people were and she had made a few friends but the one she held dear was Ourania. \n\nStopping for the night she looked to the full moon and sighed, it was beautiful and this lake was perfect for her ritual. She had not given it up, She set her items down and would set up camp after her ritual. Taking off her clothes fully, stark and bare to the moon. She started, Her humming gave her place to start as she softly stamped her foot then one hand shot out while the other drifted along her arm and down her body. Her hand that had shot out lifted aiming for the sky as she slowly did a soft pend then stood up and turned quart-wise to the left side. The ground where she stepped started to glow as if she was on a platform. \n\nHer body lit up in dazzling glowing specks, Her long hair flowed as she spun four times around the circle as if designing the moon's shadow. She did a back bend into a full flip as her legs went up and over , softly landing in a crouch she did a low move as her body contorted and twist, her belly rolling with each movement. Her right hand softly rubbed down her neck, the center of her chest and shook over her abdomen. She stood slowly up to her toe tips and her hands above her head and she swayed her arms, then spiraled them in to a slow full body twist, her hair flowed around fanning out. The magic below her and above her began to glow brightly \n\nShe held her hands out and bowed as the l\n\nIght started to gather in her hands, she lifted her head up and spunt as the Essence of the moon began to gather into her hands. Down to her knee's then back up in a spin that would have stumbled most people. Her hips shifted and gyrated in the dance as she worked the ritual. Sweat beaded on her neck as she danced, faster and faster the moves came and flowed as if the very moon was life for her. She pulled her hand to the center of her chest and the light erupted and a glowing sparkling stone appeared. Slowly she bowed down to her knee's and held it out as the essence of the moon slowly faded. \n\nThere she waited as the ground slowly turned to normal and she was left breathing hard. She breathed in deeply as she leaned up sitting back on her feet that were tucked under her but \"Ulu l'drathir Usstan belbau G'rftte whol l'vrin'klatu dos kma'at lu'l'yorn usstan belbau ulu l'tresk'ri dos dwalc stair pholor. (To the moon I give Thanks for the essence you share and the power i give to the world you lonely stair upon.)\" \n\nA tear rolled down her cheek as she looked up to the moon \" Ka olt uss klez Usstan zhaun... L'drathir zhah l'toha pholor ussta phreng 'zil ol zhah ghil.(If its one thing I know... The moon is the same on my realm as it is here..)\" She slowly stood and bowed one more time deeply to thank the moon" }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "Eira stood at the edge of an evenings breeze, a delicate lock of hair cradled in her palm. It was a cherished memento of her sister, a fragment of a life lost to the unforgiving winds of fate. As she gazed upon it, memories of laughter and shared secrets danced in her mind, mingling with the chill that emanated from her into the surrounding air.\n\nWith a solemn sigh, Eira tucked the lock of hair into the folds of her cloak, vowing once more to remember, to cherish, and to treasure this last piece of her family. She knew of a place nearby, a lake that would hold enough water and power to freeze even the most fragile of memories, preserving them once more in an eternal embrace of frost and crystal.\n\nSetting forth with rememberance both mournful and meaningful, Eira navigated the winding paths that led through the foothills around Highwater keep. The crunch of grass beneath her boots echoed in the stillness of the air, each blade freezing and then creaking as her faint weight passed.\n\nArriving at the edge of the lake, Eira prepared for her own Crafte, her breath forming delicate clouds in the air. With gentle hands, she cupped the lock of hair and took it towards the moonlit waters, watching as droplets of liquid silver danced upon the surface.\n\nClosing her eyes, Eira whispered a silent prayer, invoking power to weave a tapestry of ice and memory. She felt the chill of the water seep into her bones. Almost she finished when she stopped. The waters shone brighter than usual tonight, and as she looked across their expanse she learned why.\n\nAs a delicate cocoon of frost formed in her hands she looked towards another figure, dancing. Eira could not recall the last time she had danced, had she done so since losing her sisters? But the lithe grace of this figure, effortlessly bending backwards and flipping gracefully into a full rotation, was perhaps as beautiful a sight as she had seen these last years.\n\nShe was illuminated in the moonlight, some magic at work that Eira had not seen in her many decades. By the time Eira had glided closer, she seemed to have concluded, first praying, and then rising to bow towards the moon. The Fae watched these final moments with a respectful, reverent patience. Only when she was sure that the entire ceremony had concluded did she drift closer, feet as light on the grass as the breeze that rippled across it in her wake.\n\n\"That was beautiful.\" She said simply, her voice cool, soft, and echoing alone." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She paused Hearing the voice and feeling the chill in the air, She looked back slowly, her hands cupped the stone to her chest and her lower arms covered her breast. She was near her clothes as she looked to them then the woman \"I... Ah... Thank you..\" She blushed brightly as she walked to her clothes and set the stone down gently. The stone looked like compacted sand and was covered in a shimmery thin powder that caught the moon light like tiny crystals. She put on her undergarments as she turned \"I am sorry, I am not use to ...People from this world watching me do my ritual... Your the first to see it\" She was speaking the common tongue, some of her pronunciations were a bit off but it showed she was learning still. Her drow was uncommon here, and often she had to try and translate it to the Older drow she knew which was harder now she didn't have a library to go to. She pulled on her chemise and then her dress, adjusting it as need be then her socks and boots. \"What brings you to this beautiful lake? For me it was a perfect spot to catch the reflection of the full moon...\" She looked up again and smiled \"Its good to know its the same moon no matter what phreng (realm) your on...\" She Didn't know how to say Realm yet. She stretched as she looked to her bag, it was a good open spot with the thin woods at her side to camp at. \n\nPicking up the stone she walked to her bag and pulled out her tent \"My name is Eibhlin, What is your name if you don't mind me asking? \" She had realized she forgot to introduce herself or ask for the other woman's name. She was cautious but also trusting of women. She laid out the main part of her tent then worked on the wood polls that came with it, They used unique locking wood sections that made carrying them around a tad easier. It had been gifted to her by a shop owner in the town. She set it up and looked to her tent. She faced the woman. \"Im sorry if i seem withdrawn... Is the word?...I have had ...Bad times... Before comeing\n\nHere..\" She pulled a cloak from her bag, it was thick and warm, putting it on she wrapped it around herself, kneeling she rolled out the pad for sleeping on in her tent then sat down on the grass. \"I don't have a fire... I cant make one yet... But please sit... We can talk if you want...\" She looked to her bag, she wanted to write to Ouriana and knew she could soon." }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "Eira stood in silence as the Drow dressed herself, movements looking oddly vulnerable, to Eira, now that her ceremony had finished. It was only as she finished that Eira realized she perhaps should have offered privacy, not all races were as comfortable with such displays of their body as an Iele.\n\n\"There is not need to apologize for so wondrous a dance.\" Eira said, attempting to smooth over some of the other's embarrassment while still not quite understanding it. \"I came to the lake... For a ritual of my own, you could say.\"\nHer words faltered, a different stumbling to the unfamiliarity of language, a deliberate hesitance, a desire to avoid painful memories.\n\nAs Eibhlin introduced herself and began setting up her tent, Eira followed a few steps behind, eager to put the thought behind her. \"Thank you for your greetings, Eibhlin.\" She replied, solemn and formal. \"I have had a number of names, but please call me Eira. May your journeys windward be ever eased.\"\n\nBut when Eibhlin alluded to her own history, Eira wondered if more than simply a beautiful dance, if This Was what had drawn her. Had it shown in her dance? In her bearing? Some subtle call that had echoed the Iele's loss? She replied with a quiet acceptance before speaking again. \"I have had bad times of my own, I hope yours are behind you. And while I do not often light a fire, sometimes the warmth during a storm can be a comfort. May I?\"" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "In silence she listened to the woman, Hearing her wishes of well on her travels was nice, Her smile faded hearing she had a bad time of her own. \"Hard to be over... Something that haunts you... As if it was yesterday...\" She looked to the stones and nod as she backed up to give the woman space \"By all means..\" She gestured and sat with her back to the tent. She brushed a strand of loose hair behind her ear as she wondered hat kind of ritual the woman had been doing, she herself hadn't seen her or the ritual in her own concentration. She thought about Avalor once more, He had been her love. She bit her lip and began to pick invisible lint off her dress, thinking of him. She shook her head ``don't think... Don't think...`` She looked to Eira \"Did your bad times happen recently as well?\" She tucked the cloak around her knee's feeling the chill of the night air. \n\nNear by there was a snap of twigs and she knew some deer might be out or other animals of the woods, An owl soared overhead and she watched it slowly as it glided onto a long high branch. Her eyes softened as she looked to the woman. She watched what she was doing closely so she could learn, IF she could absorb any details it was the important ones she craved the most." }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "Eira accepted Eibhlin's silent invitation with a nod of gratitude, her movements deliberate and unhurried as she settled herself by a patch of bare earth, clearing a space for a small fire. The dance of flames had always held a certain dangerous allure for her kind, a flickering of warmth and light amidst the darkness. Ready to comfort. Or to burn.\n\n\"Not so recently, my trials are just memories now.\" Eira replied, her tone tinged with melancholy. \"Yet their echoes linger, whispers of the past that yet may shape the path ahead.\"\n\nSoft steps carried her around the camp, seeming to find a remarkably abundant harvest of dry kindling and branches that she set in her chosen space. Retrieving a flint and steel from a small satchel, she struck them together with practiced precision, sending a shower of sparks to ignite the tinder below. A practiced twist of her wrist brought with it a thin breeze that fanned the sparks into flames.\n\nAs the night embraced them in its quiet clutches, the flames slowly building to a respectable campfire, Eira found solace in the presence of another soul, a companionship that she had sorely missed since losing her sisters.\n\n\"Do you travel alone?\" She asked, her voice thin and uncertain." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She watched and got up leaning to watch \"What did you use? To start that?\" She had eyes wide with curiosity. She nod \"Yeah... Am alone... I was... Shot? Wrong word...\" She thought for a moment \" Izfereth (teleport) \" She said in her drow from her world and looked to the side \"Through a huge stone ..Tablet and it glowed and magic erupted...\" She sighed as she bit her lip \"It was ...Traumatic... And i miss my world... I have made a few new friends but no one to travel with.. I'm on my own..\" She looked to her bag \" I do write my friend Ouriana... She's a drow like me but ..With a different drow language then me..\" She looked to Eira, Sitting closer to the fire now as they talked \"Its been lonely so... I do have to admit meeting you has been nice.\" \n\nShe took a stick and broke it apart tossing the small bits into the fire. \"I didn't know sparks could come from a little tool like that... I need to get one... It could help start fires to keep me warm and safe at night..\" She didn't know the first thing about camping alone in the woods \"I bet some of the local berries are good.. I could pick those to eat other then the dried rations i have from the town..\" She held her hands out warming them up. \"Do you travel alone too? \" She looked to her \"If you don't mind me asking what race are you? I don't remember seeing your race where I am from.\"" }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "She offered the flint and steel out, head tilting at the curiosity. \"It is simple flint and steel, I had thought them common but... You are from another realm? Maybe not so, there.\"\n\nShe took a seat for herself, a little more distant from the fire, its crackling warmth not as inviting for her as it might be for others. \"It is nice to have company, I meet few people during the nights.\"\n\nEira lapsed into a melancholic silence, listening instead of speaking. As she reflected on her recently loneliness the air around her dropped in temperature, a whining breeze picking up to carry the chill about her in accentuation of her mood.\n\n\"We are not common.\" She replied to Eibhlin's final question. \"The Iele, I have never met any others here, except for my sisters. Fae, born during a winter's storm.\"" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She reached out taking it to look at it, the small stick for striking it and the block \"Whoa...\" She said softly \" Its not... That.. I am... New to adventuring.. I might have one of these in the kit the shop owner put together for me...\" She looked to her bag \"Then again... I havn't searched it fully..\" She looked to her and scooted closer to the woman, feeling she might like it if they were closer together to keep their voices down. \" I am a drow that walks in the day light... I know its a ...Shrok... No... Not that word... Umm\" She tapped her chin \"Shock!! I know its a shock... But... In my home realm... Drows are day dwellers there is the Cavers... But we call them the Underdark drows...\" She paused thinking of the words \"My ...Realm revered us in a good way... Drow were the saviors of the land. So its been hard... Um Adjusting \" She blushed saying and looked down at her shoes\n\n\"I am use to ...The Noble life... Maids and butlers... Guards and escorts..\" She rest her head on her arms folded over her knee's. \"Even the clothes... Here feel different... And the looks i get..\" She sighed as she teared up and used her palm of her left hand to push the tears away \"Sorry...\" She bit her lip and pushed the tears away more \"Just not had anyone in a while to talk about it with..\" She pulled the edge of her dress up, using it to wipe her eyes." }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "Eira listened intently as the drow spoke of her background, of being a surface-dwelling drow in a realm that revered her kind in stark contrast to the discrimination they often faced here. The Iele's heart gave a sympathetic pang of pain for the struggle, empathizing with the sense of displacement and longing for what had once been home.\n\n\"It must be a difficult adjustment, finding yourself in a world so different from what you have known,\" Eira remarked softly, her voice carrying a gentle warmth despite the chill that seemed to cling to her. \"I have not met nobles, to know what their lives are like, or what the loss of that means for you. But... I understand the looks.\"\n\nEira tentatively reached out a hand, offering a silent gesture of comfort. It was a small solace, but she was enjoying the relief of company herself, it was the least she could do to offer that in turn.\n\n\"When I first ventured out from out mountain, to the towns and the cities... Well it took a long time to understand them at all. Even now... Some things I find confusing. People are very concerned about whether or not you wear clothes for some reason...\"" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She nod \"Im also use to being a princess so its been... Umm culture shock\" She half smiled and laughed some as she picked a leaf off her shoe \"Well im use to maids doing everything for me from bathing, to dressing to hair and makeup.\" She ran her hand through a short mess of slightly tangled hair, she pulled a comb from her bag and began to comb it out. \"But... I don't have that here... And my skin feels rough now where i use to feel smooth... Or maybe this is the normal smooth?...\" She said it in a way that meant 'poor or lesser then noble' \"Its sound bad don't it... I don't mean for it to come across that way... But..\" She bit her lip and sighed through her nose \"Its been hard... I was a bit spoiled to that rich life... And took it for granted..\" \n\nShe looked to Eira She reached out and took her hand feeling the comfort given as she gave her a soft smile. She was feeling better now \"Thank you for letting me talk about this... Normally i would be quiet ...Mostly because i was learning common tongue...\" She rocked softly from side to side. Hearing Eira she couldn't help but laugh and covered her lips as if the laugh should have remained a secret \"Well of course you dont want others to see your form but ...I do understand. Where i am from there is a Type of Genasi... A Race of cloud people or... People made of clouds... And they lived in a village high upon the mountain. My father was visiting for royal meetings when i realized they were all naked, I was in shock and had to be escorted to my room. Father didn't even realize it he thought they were just made of clouds... But they were not. We found out father needed Spectacles then as well \" She giggled again and looked to her \"So in this World what are your people called? \"" }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "\"A Princess?\" Eira exclaimed, dark grey eyes paling and widening.\n\nShe realized now what Eibhlin had meant about the noble life, not just existing in that world but Being A noble, and royalty!? She may not have been to many cities, or spoken with human nobility, but the intricacies of courtly etiquette were almost innate to a fae such as herself.\n\n\"Apologies, I had not realized.\" She said, rising and giving a graceful curtsy, simple but with a strange air of practice to it. \"Please, talk as you wish.\"\n\nAs the conversation continued, she gave a chuckle to the story of meeting the cloud Genasi. It was just the type of thing she and her sisters had always enjoyed, surprising travelers with their differing customs.\n\n\"We are Iele. Mmm... In the common tongue you would say 'them'. Spirits of winter nights, both the cold and the comfort. My sisters and I, we never met any others. I am not sure there are any in this world. I may be the last.\"" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She watched Eira, her expressive tone and with her getting up and bowing made her shocked and then a fit of giggles \"Your quiet fie... In this realm I'm no princess... But... I appreciate your gesture and bow.\" She didn't feel clean enough to be one, she picked another invisible piece of lint off her dress. \"Its hard to tell when I'm in such normal clothing, no silks or satins yet... And my... Crown is broken... All the gems in it shattered when I came to this realm, they shouldn't have but I believe they were a ..Price for the portal?\" \n\nShe giggled and nod \"Yes, the Genasi were surprising to say the least and very mischevious\" She Smiled in a laugh making it more airy then she intened. She breathed in deeply through her nose, looking to her hand that had held Eira's. \"So your the last?...I guess that makes you rare and me lucky to have met you... Spirits of winter... Thats amazing. I am shocked your here in the lower mountain planes and not living where its cooler and possibly so far north the snow settles year round? How do you handle this weather?\" She was curious as she held her knee's and rocked side to side as she listened. ``Lele... Such peculier name``" }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "\"The queen of the winter courts is no native to this realm but still I would show her proper deference if ever we met. A queen is a queen, it is not limited to place or time, or gems. You are still a princess, Eibhlin, even when you were dressed in nothing at all.\" Eira said, and gestured to the lakeside where first she had spotted the drow princess.\n\nShe wasn't entirely sure of why she was so insistent on this matter. It was hardly her concern, neither Eibhlin's original realm nor the drow and peoples of this one. Perhaps it was just a dislike of seeing something brought to less than it should be. Like herself, without her sisters. A lone Iele could not properly dance or sing, a solitary voice could never capture the intricate harmonies that they used to weave together through the cold night air.\n\n\"It isn't entirely comfortable here, I miss the true-cold nights. But we bring some of the winter with us.\" She gave a lonesome smile and pursed her lips, trilling a mournful note that drifted off, drawing a colder and colder breeze along with it before fleeing from the camp. \"With my sisters all together we could do much more, but not so much alone. Is it different for you? I have travelled only some miles from home, you an entire world. What was it like?\"" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "Her lips thinned some as they pressed harder together as if to hold back any flood of sound. Her throat felt tight and she blinked away tears. \"Thank you, \" The mention of dressed in nothing made her cheeks darken in a blush, She breathed in to make a barrier between the subtle hidden shiness she did have. Her eyes followed her gesture as she faintly smiled \"I guess that would cause many people to gap and ogle what their eyes did not understand. \" She felt the cool breeze and looked to Eira in wonder. Her eyes searching her for a glow of magic but it was more nature connected as her eyes widened more. The sound while eerie was also beautiful, Like the cold frost edging a glass window. \n\n*Alone* That was a word Ringing in her head more then she liked to talk about and she tucked her knee's back up again as if holding herself made it easy. \"My father was killed by my step mother... In front of me... The night i appeared in this world... I can still feel the spray of blood on me and wake from night terrors... With no comfort... And get sick from it. I have lost my bowls in one way or another several nights.\" She breathed in long and deep \"And ..After thinking it over im pretty sure the man i was in love with... Betrayed me. Having been chased through the old Garden and hedge maze... We came to a relic of a portal from our ancestors... After i was pushed on it... The magic erupted, as if the relic sat ...Like a predator and waited for its prey.\" \n\nShe hugged her arms, her nails digging into her biceps some, her eyes shut and tears fell down her face faster then the wind could catch them. \"It felt like the great Maker had taken me, and tossed me across the cosmos... I saw... Stars... Blasting by like brilliant balls of fire glittering in the expanse of magic all around me... I was weightless yet ...So heavy.\" She licked her lips as her nostrils flared and more tears fell out \"There was a tug and i was pulled, pulled down like a shooting star, light began to burn all a\n\nRound me and i fell onto a cold... Stone floor ..With another one of those portals ...In a cave.\" She swallowed hard and slowly opened her watery eyes \"Thats when Ourania found me... The first person i have met here who showed me more kindness then my small circle i once had..\" * She held a deep pause and shuddered out a breath full of emotions* \n\n\"Excuse me\" She used her cloak to dry her face, and held her eyes into it a moment. \"I ..Dont know where i would have been if it hadn't been for her... I write her now, every other day, i am to write her tonight and send it off at the next town, this one will be a collection of letters to her. She... Has been a dear friend and kind woman to me... She even taught me some common.\"" }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "Eira listened intently to Eibhlin's recounting of her past, she felt a shared pang of pain at the drow princess's grief and loss. The tale unfolded like a tapestry of tragedy, each thread woven with her loneliness and betrayal. As Eibhlin spoke of her father's murder and her own harrowing journey through the portal, Eira tensed across from her, the wind becoming even chiller as it tousled her hair.\n\n\"To be betrayed by kin and companion... No soul should endure such cruelty. The loss alone can be unbearable, but twinned with betrayal? Fate can be a cruel guide.\"\n\nIt recalled when her own loss was fresh to mind, the early nights filled with nothing but the deepest of sorrows and rage. She could scarcely remember them now, some spent curled alone at the camp, others prowling the mountainside, what had she done? Had she found someone as Eibhlin had found Ourania? No, no she feared not. It had not been solace she sought in those early nights, but relief. Whether through reprieve or revenge she had cared not.\n\n\"I can travel with you, to the next town.\" Eira offered at last. \"The wilds can be a dangerous place if you are not prepared for them. And sometimes even when you are. But I would understand if you were reticent, a campfire does not a companion make, nor my closeness ease your ache.\"" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She looked to Eira, hearing it out loud only made it more real `` a double betrayal ...`` She thought as she gripped herself \"I don't think i have it in me to ever be that trusting again... And ..My heart is being concealed behind a barrier of ice...\" She sighed and looked to the fire, it reflected in her eyes \"One day... I will take back my throne... And when I do... I will love me... I will Not bend... Ever... To anyone again.\" She pushed one final tear away and she looked to Eira now. \"I would love the company, being alone on travels is... Has... Been scary with many close calls...\" She understood that last part and as she looked to the fire \"I hope to be over this ache soon... But ..Grief has a funny way of lingering ..\" \n\nShe yawned and looked to her bag pulling out the parchment and a quill with a ink well. She started to write a letter to Ourania about what happened so far and the things she learned, moments went by and she had two pages written. She sighed happy with them, folding them for now she tucked them and the ink well and quill back into her back. Yawning again she looked to her tent \"I don't mind sharing my tent, but i am tired now... So i will retire for the night Eira. Thank you for listening to me and being great company.\" She bowed as she turned and crawled into her tent, her cloak was a blanket and her bag acted as a pillow while she closed her eyes and tucked her cloak around her arms and hugged herself." }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "\"You are welcome. Thank you for your hospitality. Sleep well, Princess Eibhlin.\" She gave a smile along with the words, gray eyes brightening to the color of fresh-fallen snow. But then she looked away again, back towards the fire and lost in her own thoughts.\n\nAs her companion prepared for sleep, Eira drew her own cloak tighter about herself. She didn't feel the cold, but hearing another story like that, it had been both pleasant catharsis to know that at least her pain was shared, but also a tormenting reminder. She watched the flames flicker and dim, wondering if she would simply watch until the dawn.\n\nInstead she began to hum, softly and wordlessly. At first she tried to capture it once more, the harmony of her lost sisters. As ever the task was beyond her, no one voice could capture them all. So she switched to one of her own, the lonely tune she had sung since losing them.\n\nShe stopped there, the fire almost extinguished, and began preparing a space to lay down. The earth molded beneath her, hugging Eira's small form into a recession that perfectly followed the contours of her body as her eyes drifted closed. Just as she began to drift off she hummed a third tune, haunting and dangerous. A song of warning, of danger and deceptions.\n\n\"Goodnight sisters.\" Eira whispered to the night, as a tear froze at her cheek." }, { "author": "uniquelyyourselfgaming", "message": "```Morning came with the soft song of morning Birds singing to find their mates. The sound of fish jumping from the water to catch low flying fly's or slapping the surface to get the water spiders lower to eat them, echoed into the surrounding woods. The all too familiar sound of a wood pecker hammering a tree to find grubs. The dawn's rays were just now casting over the lands, the golden glow of the honey light, a warm blanket for the land. Mist began to rise off the grass and pond as the sun warmed it.```" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She stirred, Slowly waking as the sun made her tent glow a soft olive green. Blinking she was on her back staring at the sun glowed tent top. She breathed in deeply and felt damp from the morning dew all around them.* `Maybe camping next to a lake wasn't the best... Idea` She stretched and all her muscles screamed from the walking she had done the entire day prior. After her bodily trembling had stopped she slowly sat up and looked to the exit. She wondered if the woman was still with her, Climbing out she stood up and did a second stretch. The sun was bright currently and she had to squint, She began to understand why the drows of this realm liked to live underground. \"Its more bright on this realm.\" She rubbed her face and stopped feeling something crawling on her. She quickly looked down to her arm and saw a spider, freaking out she flailed her arms, it went flying and she did a little jump squeal as she checked herself for another then grew grossed out \"Euuuuggghhhhh\" She huffed and stomped on the ground \"Spider... IT HAD TO BE A SPIDER?!!!\"" }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "Eira was awoken rather earlier than usual by the sudden squeal, and she snapped very suddenly upright, alert and cautious for any dangers. It took her a moment to see what was happening and a minute longer to understand why.\n\n\"A spider? Did it bite you?\" Eira asked, a little surprised. \"That is unusual.\"\n\nStill lethargic, she rubbed at her eyes, squinting upwards with some irritation at the sun. Still high in the sky and bright she could already feel a headache brewing at its incessant glare.\n\n\"Good morning, Princess Eibhlin.\" She greeted, not so lively as she had been the previous evening." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She Looked to Eira with an apologetic expression \"No... Its... I'm ..Well I am terrified of spiders...\" She admitted with a deep blush. She looked to the side and ran a few fingers through her long hair \"I ..Didn't get a bite im sorry... I did not mean to startle you awake..\" She hated how she was afraid of such a small innocent creature. She breathed in deep and started to walk toward her tent then froze hearing Eira. Turning she stood tall, took her dress in her fingers and curtsied \"Thank you Fair Eira of the Winter winds\" She smiled softly \"And good morning!\" She kneeled and pulled her bag out, pulling out a small pot, she then pulled out some dried rations, and water bladder. Filling the pot she made enough for them both, it was oats and she put dried berries into it for them. Getting up she walked to the fire and softly took a stick poking it and saw glowing coals. She began to put down small sticks till a little flame started and she put the pot over it stirring constantly \"I am making us some Oats and berries\" She looked over her shoulder smiling" }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "A pleased smile took Eira over at the formal greeting, it helped to rouse her properly, enough to return the curtsy with another from herself. Slowly calming from the initial excitement of the morning she shook her coat to rid it of the dirt and grime of laying on the grass which all came out nice and smoothly.\n\n\"That sounds delicious, thank you. I've a wineskin if you would like a drink.\" Eira said, pulling one from her satchel and setting it a little distance from the merrily burning morning campfire. \" I have a little more to do at the lake first this morning, do you mind? I shall return swiftly.\"\n\nShe had forgotten in the curious events and story of last night, but she had come here for a purpose. Eira needed to finish her own ritual, so that she could make sure nothing was lost." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She was stirring the Oats as she looked up \"Oh yeah please, that would be lovely.\" She smiled in a soft happy blush that rosed her ashin skin. She looked over at her then to the lake \"Do as you need, the oats should be fully done by then i would assume?\" She watched her get up and head to the water. Looking back down she stirred the oats thankful the woman at the inn had taught her how to hydrate the dried rations she gave her. With soft eyes she toyed with a strand of hair, letting got she picked up another small stick adding it to the fire as it crackled and popped she looked up to watch the ritual that would take place. \n\nOver the water a hawk dove and caught a surface close fish, it was a beautiful sight but more then that was how Stark Eira was to the surrounding's, She smiled \"If i was a painter...\" She looked back down and stirred the oats pleased with how they looked she moved them to the side to keep them warm ish but let them cool to eating temperature." }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "She passed the wineskin to Eibhlin with a small smile, her pale lips making the slightest of crescents before she turned towards the lakeside. The life skittering across its surface intrigued her, even now after so much time away from home. But once the only pools she had known of had been quiet and still, locked in winter. Away from the mountain... It was like perpetual spring. Everyone and everything was always so Alive. \n\nShe knelt by the banks, watching a moment before spreading her hands out over the water to shoo the fish and little insects from her. The cold she needed could harm them if they stayed, after all. It took a moment for them to skitter and swim across and beneath the sun-dappled surface of the waters, but when they had she took out the little bundles from her cloak. Almost thawed now, they glistened in the morning-light as she first stared and then hugged them close.\n\nAt last she lay them on the ground in front of her, placing one hand on the water and giving a quiet hum. As it had the previous night her hum called a wind to circle about her, toussling lilac hair and rippling her fur-lined cloak. But now she added a second layer over the first, a self-harmony of hum and wind and song.\n\n'With icy breath and whispered rhyme,\nThese trinkets I bind, freeze in time,\nLet warmth not thaw or light unfurl,\nThis memory locked in icy swirl.\n\nBy the power of frost and snow,\nLet memory no longer grow,\nFrozen under morning light,\nForever bound, out of sight.'" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She looked up watching her, Curiosity had her leaning to look as she saw her fan the fish and fly's away. She blinked then saw her touch the surface of the water and her humming while Eerily beautiful was somber. Her eyes softened and she knew what this was. Repositioning she got on her knee's and began to pray to the moon. She didn't even know this woman fully, just their brief meeting and already was grieving for her. After her prayer she sat there on her knee's but leaned back on her boots as she watched . She pushed a tear away as she listened to her. ``her song is so sad and beautiful...`` \n\nShe turned to the food and stirred it again, holding the wine skin to her side to keep it cold and away from the fire, she got up and walked to her bag, getting out two cups, they were small little wood ones but perfect for the wine. Walking back she sat in silence thinking about her next move \"I could practice ...The magic that my teachers had been trying to teach me ..So long ago..\" She sighed as she wondered if this woman would allow her to practice it." }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "The last of her ritual finished, Eira collected herself and her momentos, just slightly cold to the touch but encased and preserved in ice. Somber once more she returned to the makeshift campsite to sit opposite Eibhlin, leaning her back against a small boulder, smoothed by the winds and the passage of time.\n\n\"Where do you think you will travel next?\" Eira enquired. \"I have found there are far more lands to explore here than I had known.\"" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She looked to the town, her eyes distant as she looked back \"I am not sure, I want to meet more drow but ...I don't even know where to begin with that, they for the most part are private and seem to hide away... Ourania was the only ...One who has really talked to me and even then our drow is like... Talking to the past..\" She sighed as she looked back to her while she dished out oats into two small bowls then, poured them each a cup of wine from the wineskin. Standing she walked the bowl; with a utensil; to Eira handing it over. Walking back Eibhlin began to eat her own as she watched the water \"I have been told the other human towns closer to the one called Cretaine are more prejudiced toward any race that isn't human... So i am wary, but when i have over the hill i saw tree's of pink so i might go and search those woods...\" \n\nShe took a bite and held the spoon in her mouth softly as she thought. \"Hmn\" She pulled the spoon out \"I am trying to find a place for myself in this realm... Its hard to ...Feel like i belong and not like i am a speck of ash upon this realm... I don't wish to be blown away or stamped out... But to find a place i can ...Call home\" She smiled \"That and ..Hope i can make it in the wilds..\" She took another bite savoring the fresh rehydrated fruit that had been placed into it." }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "Still watching the lake Eira watched as a bird, not one she recognized but small and fast, swept in across the waters surface. In a smooth glide it managed to secure its own breakfast and then settled among the reeds to enjoy the insects, song silent as it ate. Before she had even taken her first sip of wine it had taken to the air once more, flying off to continue its hunt.\n\n\"Home is an elusive thing. I do not know if it is simply a place to be found for you. Sometimes it is not the place, but the people in and around it that make it home or not. But I wish you fortune on your journey. Cretaine is... An unlikely place to find homely atmosphere, they are not welcoming of those who are not human.\" Eira said, drinking first of the wine and then smiling as she took a bite of the sweet fruits and oats." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "Her eyes softened sadly, To hear the place she wanted to explore would not be welcoming. She frowned \"Well... I will still try other places...\" She took a sip of her wine and blinked \"This is the first... Wine close to what i had at home i have tasted here..\" Being pleasantly surprised made her smile once more as she remembered dances and balls and sipping wine while talking to the other nobles. \"Life was so different\" She focused on the now and the sight of the water and surrounding woods was very comforting, She wasn't pressured for appearance and how her attire looked or even down to how her nails and skin appeared. She wondered if this life or her old one was better, but at the same time it was no choice. \n\n\"Maybe i will go to Sihirisium?...I heard it might have a way to tidehaven? And maybe ..Other more friendly places?\" She scrapped her bowl to finished her oats, Tossing down the rest of her drink she got up and walked to the waters edge, She was cleaning out her bowl and smiled seeing little fish swim over and steal the few tiny oats that she washed away. She saw a little pond turtle, small enough it could be considered new \"These wood are pretty\" She said over her shoulder softly to Eira" }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "Eira's demeanor was woven with threads of quiet contemplation. \"The search for home, it's a journey fraught with twists and turns a winding path it weaves. But while vexing still, signs of hope it leaves. Only through the trials faced can true appreciation extend.\"\n\nAs Eibhlin shared her aspirations to explore distant realms, Eira's gaze lingered upon the horizon. She had explored much herself but still there were paths ontrod, lands unexplored. It seemed futile some days, simply continuing on as a shadow of what was. Little more than a spectral figure, lost in life's designs. But today... She was feeling more herself.\n\nWith a serene nod, Eira turned her attention back to the tranquil embrace of the forest. \"These woods hold tales untold. How many wanderers beneath boughs strolled? How many fires have danced upon forest floor? How many souls find comfort at this shore? Tranquil, beautiful... I shall remember it well. But I think my own journey leads elsewhere too. Pretty it is, but it is not home.\"" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She looked to her, a soft smile and blush on her face \"The way you just worded that was beautiful and ...Very poetic..\" She looked to the side \"You wont be joining me?\" She slowly stood looking to her, an expression of hope had been there that was slowly fading with a longing taking place. She glanced to her as her eyes shifted to the side and down as her feelings began to catch in her throat, she was getting ahead of herself as she walked back to the tent and packed her bowl and cup away. She pulled her roll out and flipped it softly then began to roll it back up in her hands. She pulled the strings at the end around and tied it up. \n\nHer Heart was beating hard ``I barely know her and long for her company... But ..If her path takes her else where?....I cant.. Stand in her way...`` She bit her inner lip as her shoulders trembled and a tear rolled down her cheek. She rubbed it away as she released the ties on the tent letting it fall and began to pack it up as well. Why was being alone, just the thought of it hurting her so badly? \"Sorry... I...Cant seem to gather my emotions\" She clasped to her knee's and her face went to her hands to hide her tears." }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "The wintry fae rose from her seat, gliding closer to Eibhlin and kneeling beside her. Tentative and cautious she placed a hand to the other woman's back, cool touch moving in a soft circle to try to comfort her new companion.\n\n\"You have been through quite a trial, Princess. And there is no shame to your emotions, nothing that needs to be hidden. Your tears are regrettable, but beautiful all the same.\" Eira said with a soft smile. \"My path leads me away from these woods, but I had no destination in mind beyond that.\"\n\nEira hesitated, several serene white faces flashing through her mind, each as familiar to her as her own reflection, even more so perhaps. And... Were they staring at her in judgement? Or encouraging? Perhaps... Perhaps it was time to end her lonely vigil, or at least pause it for a time, while she went on another journey.\n\n\"I did not want to intrude upon your hospitality beyond what has already been. But... If you are open to company on the road, I would be glad to accompany you on the road to the college. Perhaps I can see if any there have heard of my kind, know of any others.\"" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She stiffened then relaxed under her cool touch, it was comforting. She pushed tears from her face, Her palms biting into her eyes as she pressed them a moment. \"I'm sorry... Its just... Its been so lonely...\" She breathed in deeply as she looked to Eira. \"Having someone to travel with would make the road better and not so harsh..\" She looked to her eyes and tried to smile but it was hard, her lips only formed a very faint smile as she nod \"Please... Even if just for another day...\" She cleared her throat and began to finish gathering up the tent. \"I'm sorry we don't have horses... Or a carriage... The travels will be rough on foot but I feel we can make good time if we start soon.\" \n\nShe broke down the wood poles that helped support the tent, pulled the wood stakes from the ground and wound the strings up. She had shaken out the tent for fear of spiders again. Folding it she rolled it up and fit it all into a sack that went back into the bag. She paused to breath in and looked to Eira \"I hate to ask... But what kind of powers do you have? ...Can you creat ice?\" She rubbed her face hopeing asking this wasn't too much" }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "Packing her own supplies, Eira sunk into her own thoughts as they struck camp. ``To leave her alone would be needless cruelty, but can I become attached? To find company again only to lose it again when we part... Would that not be even worse than remaining alone?``\n\nBut they would travel together for a time, Eira would not abandon someone who had offered only help and kindness. Perhaps it was best to simply allow what may happen to happen, instead of overthinking about her company.\n\n\"I do not mind discussing such things. We... I Do not usually thing of them as 'powers' I suppose, for the most part. They are simply apart of what I am. But yes, I can call the cold, create ice, speak to the winds, or step into them. I do not know enough about your own nature to know for certain but you might find travel easier, Iele have good fortune when it comes to nature.\"" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She Looked to her and with big eyes asked \"Can i get a small ice cube?\" She touched her upper cheeks near her eyes \"It helps soothe sore eyes... And puffy ness and i dont to squint the entire time we are traveling...\" She rubbed her eyes softly as she looked back to her stuff. A blush came on her cheeks \"Only if you dont mine that is... I ..I know that as big request..\" She fiddled with the straps of her bag as she began to resecure it and make sure everything was packed up fully \n\nStanding she walked over to Eira and waited, she swayed while she did and heard some horses in the distance \"Oh the watchers of these woods will come by soon, we shouldn't wait here any longer and get going, this town is close to cretaine...\" She looked to her and gave a faint smile" }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "Eira returned the faint smile with one of her own, thinking for a few seconds before nodding to her request. It was no strain on her, and she shared the dillema of struggling with the daylight. Almost she thought to lend her iceblade, the small dagger that kept perpetually cool to the touch, but perhaps not if she needed the cool around her eyes.\n\n\"Of course, I like to travel by night myself but they come with their own troubles while travelling.\"\n\nShe cupped her hands in front of her, folding them tightly and leaning in to blow into the small bowl that they formed. Not as obvious as her previous workings, there was only a faint lingering hum to give evidence of her crafte before she opened her hands to show a sizable piece of ice, formed carefully with one side slightly cuved to fit against the contours of a face, and the other side sharp angles and planes, cut to look like a gem.\n\n\"It should keep for some time, but please let me know if you need another.\"" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She wondered if they should change the times they travel, she might end up sick after this day traveling session. Worry wrinkled her brow as she thought about it. The moment the ice hit her hand her eyes lit up and she half bowed \"Oh thank you so very much Eira!\" Taking the ice delicately, she noted how it didn't start to melt right away like normal ice. Placing it upon her cheek she rubbed softly under her eye and melted. It felt soothing \"This... Is amazing thank you... I would have loved you as a lady in waiting...\" She blushed saying that while her hands rubbed the ice along one upper puffy cheek just below her eye. Slowly liquid formed and rolled down but she didn't care it made her appear as if she was crying. \n\nShe had everything she needed and picked up her ruck sack with one hand as she began to walk \"Lets go, we should get as far as we can, I do not wish to encounter a dangerous animal..\" She didn't specify if that was a being or a true creature while they walked. To be fair she didn't know which was worse in this part of the lands. \n\nTravling in silence for. A while she finally spoke \"You know... Traveling by cart I think was easier for how long it takes to walk... But at least my butt never gets sore this way\" She laughed admittedly \"I can't tell you how many times my bottom went numb on even short trips..\" She walked with an ease of someone still new to the roads. Her foot slipped on loose gravel, yet she crunch was welcoming. \"Around this time of year... Everyone would be getting ready for the Star Lignt ball..\" She looked to the bluing sky \"I miss it..\"" }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "She gave a little smile at the lady in waiting comment, remembering some of her early days when she had dreamed of such things, visiting the winter court and being chosen to become a Lady in waiting there.\n\nThe thought stuck with her as they began setting out for the day, her own steps impossibly light on the road and slowing herself a little to ensure she didn't drift ahead of her companion. How much would have changed if she had been able to do so? Leave lands for those of the fae, find the winter court and dwell there? Would such an eternal winter have been a paradise? Or would she have grown bored without the variety she now experienced?\n\n\"I've never been to a ball, we danced only when we felt a desire to, though that was still most nights. But I have always been interested by the... Hmm... Ritual? No, formality of them. I have seen some people making preparations, but never a ball itself. What were they like?\" She asked." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She stood in shock for a moment then kept walking \"No ball? Seriously..\" She frowned listening and realized Eira was not joking, \"Balls are beautiful but can be boring if you cant find a dance partner... Or if your forced to dance... That happened sometimes... The masked ones are fun, your suppose to roam and find your partner by midnight for good luck... It was the few times i was able to roam un noticed till i sat on the throne... The dances while intricate were easy to learn and fun to participate in. I was kissed at one \" She blushed and giggled, her hands went behind her pack on her back as she walked \"He was .....Wonderful\" Her voice trailed off softly \"Not no more... But anyways...\" She sighed happily thinking of the many dances she had been in \"To have someone to feel that joy with would... Be wonderful...\" She walked beside her, their dress skirts softly touching while they walked." }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "Eira listened with her full attention, steps still light on the path and taking on a cadence similar to dance as she thought over the descriptions. They Did Sound like fun, a different sort of fun to what she had usually had in dance.\n\n\"Masks? Mmm, they seem to be very intricate events, we never wore things like that while dancing. Ours were a little more... Mmm... Like the one you were doing, when I first saw you?\" Eira asked, her mind flashing back to the previous evening and the enrapturing dance beneath the moonlight." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She blushed, but slowly smiled \"I guess i would fit right in besides being cold ha...\" She giggled and her cheeks burned thinking of ways to warm her after a dance in the snow. She sighed and playfully hopped three larger stones along the road before jumping down. \"Oh! I might be able to be a dress maker i supose! I will have to try my hand at that.\" She wondered if she would get the chance, Her toes carried her foward as she started to dance along the way and hummed, she smiled looking to Eira, then began to sing \"Pholor l'su'aco, ze'zhuanth sivahs lu'spirits num're Ril p'obon pholor nindol har'dro tessoe natha Bli'th Ril nesst, ril j'nesst, lu'ril wiu lu'ligrr Rei wun ssinssrigg ulu natha linath (On the wind, ancient voices and spirits sail Every mark on this earth tells a tale Every man, every woman, and every boy and girl Fall in love to a song) \" She let her voice carry softly as she sang, it sounded sweet. \n\nShe softly danced within her steps, she smiled watching her and spoke again \"Ril quortek nindel sets doeb dal natha li'oxole thac'qu'thalra Uriu natha wussrun'wa ulu yutsu delmah h'uena mzild Ril tangi nindel gos a xuileb rin'ov jorosin ele Dos z'reninth wun dosst deis (Every soul that sets out from a distant shore Has a dream to return home once more Every day that goes by without ever asking why You believe in your dreams) \" She was singing in her own Drow, with practiced voice and not stumbling over her words, she also sang the translated parts but it sounded more beautiful in her Language." }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "Eira returned the smile, nodding along and considering that with how excited she had been about dances and also simply by being a Princess that Eibhlin must know quite a bit about dresses, it seemed a wonderful idea, a way for her to find her place here.\n\nHer smile widened as the princess hummed and danced, her own steps becoming lighter in response. But when she heard the first notes of song her eyes went wide at the beautiful notes, the melodic language and sweet tune. For the first verse she was too shocked to do more than follow in pace but as the song continued she felt the rhythm out and joined with steps of her own. Each movement impossibly light across the stones of the path, a graceful glide and twist, a hop that lingered for long seconds in the air. For a moment she felt all the weight lift from her, like she could become one with the breeze itself, like all the years alone had never happened.\n\n\"A beautiful song, Princess.\" She said quietly as she landed, having to blink away a tear before it could fall and spoil the moment." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "As She swayed she turned walking backwards and dancing backwards, she giggled and took Eira's hands and danced with her moving them along the path \" Veir dosst solen Lu'z'reninth wun faer 'zil Usstan mir dosst rah Lu'Usstan tsoss dosst brow Veir dosst solen, lu'z'reninth wun faer lu'dosst xukuth Maristo ( Close your eyes And believe in magic as I hold your hand And I kiss your brow Close your eyes, and believe in magic and your heart Tonight) \" She giggled spinning them now down the path, seeming to move farther and farther along as if this dance of theirs could speed up the travels. Eibhlin lead Eira, normally a mans position but she was having fun dancing with her friend. Her hair shimmered in the early sun light that now filtered through the tree tops, Like sheer Drapes of Chiffon gold hanging through the tree's. \n\nAn Bull of a deer called out and a herd went leaping by them to the far right. One stopping to observe them as it ate berries off a branch. \" Ril menvis nindel udos z'hin udos inbal z'hinus p'los Ril unboi nindel udos plynn zhah natha mile Ril iiyola udos ragar 'zil udos ragarrl reztorm l'i'dol Uriu tlus annuts a udossa ( Every path that we walk we have walked before Every step that we take is a mile Every treasure we find as we search along the way Has been buried by us)\" She hopped in the dance and pulled Eira into the jump with her easily as if She was made of the air around them. Before they realized it they were thick into the woods that Lead toward Sihirisium." }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "Eira's eyes lit up with a fevered excitement, the dull gray whipping up into an energetic, bright and silvery-white glow of moonlight reflected off of fresh snow. She fell into an old, comfortable place within herself, one which felt the music so much more deeply than she could normally. She had no words to put to the music but she began to hum along, her usually quiet voice lifting to accompany the princess as they continued their dance.\n\nThe joy, the rapturous moment that was captured in this shared song she spun back into it, letting it fly into the wind around them as it whipped along their backs, played through their hair and tugged at their dresses to hurry them still further. Her usual melancholy was gone, shattered and left behind and replaced with the wild excitement and glee of the fae folk in song." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She laughed and separated as they danced but walked at the same time, Breathing deeply she started to sing again while next to Eira \" Ol zhah udossta elamshin t'yin ulu ragar ssinssrigg 'sohna Vel'klar udos hojjau h'uena p'los nin udosorn nez Vel'klar udos ul'nusstus lu'ori'gato jiv'undus tlu l'Bli'th udos zet rathrea Nindol draeval 'lebb udosorn tlu valyrin (It's our destiny then to find love again Where we failed once before now we'll win Where we cried and let pain be the tale we left behind This time 'round we'll be kind) \" She threw her head back singing and smiled then looked forward as she almost tripped but caught herself and laughed at herself. \n\n\"Veir dosst solen Lu'z'reninth wun faer 'zil Usstan mir dosst rah Lu'Usstan tsoss dosst brow Veir dosst solen, lu'z'reninth wun faer lu'dosst xukuth Maristo (Close your eyes And believe in magic as I hold your hand And I kiss your brow Close your eyes, and believe in magic and your heart Tonight)\" She did hand motions with the close your eyes and a flick of her wrist and fingers to signal spells, reaching down she took Eira's hand and pulled it up swinging it then blew a kiss to her and smiled in her words. She reapeated them once more then breathed and walked with a skip in her step. After a moment of enjoyed silence she spoke \"Sorry i feel like singing, i don't know why... It just ....Hit me\" She blushed as she giggled \"The Maids would sing that song and i learned it because i liked it.\" She swayed softly and looked down at her boots while she walked, then back ahead" }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "Even as the song faded, Eira kept some of its rhythm to her, her stride still a melodic series of steps and a wide smile still upon her face.\n\n\"You have nothing to apologize for, I have always enjoyed song. Sometimes we would pass entire nights without uttering a word that wasn't set to music. Not take a step that wasn't a dance. It was... Lovely and nostalgic. Thank you, Princess.\" Eira said, her voice growing a little heavy with emotion towards the end as they continued.\n\nThe journey felt far shorter with music to lighten their steps and she felt more relaxed than she had earlier. More herself. The woods were thick around them already, and the sense of ancient calm they lent to the air, combined with Eibhlin's song had Eira more comfortable than she could remember being in years.\n\n\"If dressmaking does not go well for you perhaps you could be a singer?\" She suggested, bright smile shining. \"Many would pay for such performances, even if they could not understand the tongue.\"" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She Looked to Eira and smiled brightly \"I ..Guess i could try, there is not harm in it right?\" She swayed in her walk keeping step with the soft mental rhythm of the music bound there. \"My dad use to let me sing in the great halls... There was such a big echo it was beautiful to hear myself. He would sit and watch me for hours sing. He would always tell me how proud he was of me... I miss my father..\" She sighed and looked ahead down the road, it sloped some but not too bad.\n\n\"I grew lonely after my father met my ..Would have been step mother... He didn't seem to have time for me, but i know it wasn't souly on her so i couldn't be jealous. Then Victor and i began to court one another, i thought he was going to end up being my husband and future king...\" She picked at her nail some pulling dirt from under it as they walked \"He was a handsome Drow... From my step mother's kingdom...\" She looked over to her \"It hurt... To realize he betrayed me... So much loss and hurt in one day... It was hard... To take in.\"" }, { "author": "Eira", "message": "Eira listened attentively, feeling her own loneliness resonate with Eibhlin's as she discussed her family. But when she reached the discussion of her chosen partner's betrayal, she felt something stir that she needed to close off. The icy cold rage at the thought of someone doing such a thing may have been an emotion that could be shared by others, but in Eira's scattering of encounters with other humanoids she had realized that not all of them had the fickle and extreme temperaments of a winter fae. And so she locked her jaw, giving only a long hum in response. The light, airy steps of her movement became sharper, more pointed, a sweeping grace that could carry one across a battlefield to plunge a dagger into the heart.\n\n\"Ice and cold are a suitable balm for many injuries.\" Eira said at last, her voice heavy and restrained. \"But even so I have found no solace in them for wounds of the heart that a betrayal may cause.\"" }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She nod as she walked \"Love is a battlefield my father once told me and I should have heeded his warning and guarded my heart more... I just don't want to be cold toward others... It betrays who I am..\" As she walked she watched the woods and trees, it was pretty out and the way the canopy overhead blocked most of the sun, she was thankful for. \"At least traveling through the woods is nice.* \n\nThrough the travel the woods would slightly thin and they stopped at a wood post sign. There on one side with an arrow for the road was one that said Sihirisium, she smiled and nod as they took that road and started to notice wagon marks and horse shoe prints \"We are on the right path... Wonder what all we will find!\"" } ]	253	14,298
304.961538	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "retro109", "message": "It was the elves of Felfatheas that often told stories of the northern mountains, namely those adventurous travelling bards and artists venturing through the Lilac Forest and into that frigid vista. They sing of constant icy chills; snow and hail blanketing all that could be seen; hardy beasts both vicious and steadfast. Songs of the Firebeards and their resplendent Rougemont, of which deep secrets are hidden behind their ornate doors and locks.\n\nBut few sing of the desolate wastes beyond, Khalvir Range and the treacherous mountains that kiss the world's end. Nor do they tell tales of the Ironhammers, and their solemn Hearth." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "It was this long-forgotten citadel that Gitroki called home - at least Had* Called home years ago. A coming-of-age tradition turned special assignment, the dwarven marksman had not had a true homecoming since he was embedded in Miller Dale on his 19th. There had been short returns for supplies, and hushed exchanges near the border of his family's 'projects', but with the raid on Miller Dale by Nerdrat and his cohorts... He had much to report.\n\"Agh, the trail's frozen over this year... Gonna need to send a party out.\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew boots crunched on icy ground. A tattered brown cloak blowing in the wind to reveal his recently patched farming clothing. He had stayed in town far longer then he thought he would, what happened was... Exhausting. He shuddered, terrifying even. He could of died?! He frowned, then smiled, on the other, the town was still standing. He got to rest on the most comfortable of beds and feasted for a bit. Most importantly they were safe... What he was most proud of, he would of done the same for his homeland, and hoped his farmstead never faced such horror, and if it dead, others would be there as he was to save it.\n\nHe then sighed, alas, back on the road, pie in hand. He did SUCH a good job delivering the first, that someone wanted this pie delivery service to some keep. His teeth chattered as a cold wind blew by, tightening the pie to his back in its own little satchel. He was getting payed to do it, and he sure as heck was going to, but after this? Straight home, this was enough adventure. Surely Mum and Da would allow him back? His dreams kept getting more vivid, swirling colors and raging elements, it was probably all this adventure. He snorted then raised his brow, who was that up ahead?\n\nHe came to a stop, eyes up, a dwarf?! Was that a remnant of those bandits and ransackers? He stared for a moment, then brows went up in recognition, wait, that was the one that Old Mister Lir introduced him too. He smiled and kept walking, glad to be safe, and tipped his hat down. Best not bother the mister, he was a grumpy sort last he saw. He fell in behind, staying about 15 feet behind. Funny how they were traveling the same path... Perhaps he too was going to this keep. His eyes looked about the path, or at noises that came at random, pausing at those, then started back to moving. Sometimes humming as he walked." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "It didn't take long for Gitroki to notice Llew, he wasn't a stealthy sort. A moment of panic washed over him, hoping he hadn't been tailed from the raid a few days back... He unslung his crossbow, winding it tight and stepped over one of the snow-blighted hills.\n\n\"Hey! What're ya' doin' this far from Miller Dale, son? Is that a pie?!\"\nHe barked down with rising confusion, brow furrowing as he began his slow descent from the incline." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew kept his march, crunch crunch. You know, he thought dwarves would move slower, but no, Master Gitroki was marching right long. He sighed, keeping his pace, it was harder then he thought. He looked down, then up, as he walked. Then up and he was gone. He paused for a minute, head tilting and looking about... D-did he just vanish?! His brows slowly went up, oh no, it was time to go. He went to turn around when he heard the words. He put his hands in the air, which also were holding the pie. He may die, but he sure wasn't going to let his employer down with a lack of PIE.\n\nHe nodded hastily. \"Y-yes Mr. Gitroki sir, M-misses Pumpkinbottoms was a wee bit delighted at me work ya see, wanted me ta get ta hoofin anotha pie ova before I went yonda.\" He explained very quickly and motioned toward the road where he was going... If that was the right direction? He sure hoped so.\n\n\"Go ova ta some keep, n-nay ment ta follow ya, vary sorry.\" He stated and bowed, arms still up above his head, but hand flipping the pie so he didn't spill it, Pumpkinbottoms wasn't his Mom, but his Mom was good with a spoon, he had a feeling Pumpkin was quite the same despite her being half his size. \n\nHe looked up nervously \"P-pumpkin pie.\" He resisted the urge to smile, his lips twitching, keeping a neutral gaze besides for having wide eyes of fear" }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Pumpkinbottoms...? Ah. Her. You're headin' to Hearth's Keep. That's where I'm goin' too, so you're walkin' with me anyway. Stick by me, you'll be safer.\"\nHis confusion turned to knowing amusement at the mention of that name, the young dwarf chortling to himself as he muttered the name and about delivering pies to himself.\n\n\"Pumpkin pie... Done this before, farmer?\"\nHe would ask after a few minutes stroll, glancing back to his reluctant companion as he replaced a bolt in his weapon." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Nodded as he spoke, blinking, that was the name? Hearth's Keep? Guess so, he nodded a couple more times. Eyes widened, he nodded then brows furrowed slightly. He was happy on the other... Mr. Gitroki seemed a grumpy sort, on the other, he would be more grumpy to any that tried anything.\n\nAfter a moment he relaxed and shrugged, he smiled and put his arms down, and jogged a little to file in more behind the dwarf. He grunted and bobbed his head.\n\n\"Aye Mr. Gitroki sir, came ova to the Mill ye see ta deliver a pie for the festival... Seems impressed the old miss and she strong armed me ta deliverin more o' 'er goodies.\" He stated with a lopsided smile, he dared not speak of the threats Old Miss Pumpkinbottom threatened him with telling any young woman with a daughter about his age that he was single. He knew too well that game, his Mother played it back home along with every other Farm mother like a bunch of hens, and after the events and his 'heroics'? It was enough of a threat to get his legs pumping quickly out of town. He shuddered, woman were devious, not to mention the other threats, like writing too his family to hire him permanently. He wanted to go home! Not be a pie deliverer!?\n\nHe frowned with a big breath in, then a sigh.\n\n\"If ye ask me though, tink it more of an excuse ta book town, them generous folk and make me feel bad ta stay any longa, abusin thar poor good will.\" He said frowning, another truth, how long could he lollygag about without a job? Needed a few days rest but after, already itching for work, or something to do, either work in town or get out of it. \n\nHe was quiet for a few minutes, silence wearing on him, nor did he want to be rude, he swallowed and motioned forward.\n\n\"Why ya headin ova to that far yonda?\" He asked curiously, examining a far off peak with wide eyes of wonder" }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"...I caught pie, gettin' strong-armed into deliveries an' somethin' about goodwill? I'd guess most'd be stayin' inside after what happened, maybe helpin' out with the rebuildin'. Yer' a brave one, son - some o' those Ironhammers escaped, ya' know? They could be on this road.\"\nGitroki smirked, raising eyebrows at Llew's story about his recent endeavours. He expected there was something more to this particular delivery, especially if Llew's benefactors had hurried him along as he seemed to believe. \n\nThe path began to widen out once more, the stark cliffs rolling into a shallow valley. A sea of dark green bordered the sides of the basin, evergreen trees feather-dusted with long settled snow. As the valley rose once more, it stopped short upon the horizon - the looming black shape against the pale sky impeding the landscape.\n\"There it is. I'm headin' home, you see. Gotta report that occurence in town with the warlock and his compatriots. I ain't interested in their plans o' hurtin' the innocent folk, an' if this was sanctioned by the Grandmaster... I'll be havin' words, to put it lightly.\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew nodded as Gitroki spoke, knee's bending more up and down the slopes. He could imagine his old man complaining about his knee's already.\n\n\"Aye Mr. Gitroki sir... Aye, that they did, gotta get home sometime, Ironhammers or not...\"* He said then swallowed.\n\n\"Some otha's back then a wee bit more scary, nay wanna meet them on these parts still... Nay got much but this here pie.\" He said motioning to it with a nervous chuckle, smile fading, he really, really hoped he was wrong. He had enough of adventure, yet it was seeming to find him now, scary thought.\n\nHis neutral expression broke to a smile at the view, at least adventure had its benefits. Beautiful sights. He stopped to marvel a moment, cloak flapping in his face didn't even bother him as he stared across the valley, and a the black shape in the distance, eyes peering, but darn it was bright up here with all that snow, squinting barely helped. Then eyes widening.\n\nHe looked back as he listened, face paling. Gitroki was one of those Ironhammers?! He stared a moment, a grunt.\n\n\"Ya be an Ironhamma then Mr. Gitroki... Sir?\" He asked looking him over warily, perhaps he should be more careful, he held the pie closer, well, he could of shot him and taken the pie, and Mr. Gitroki was around to help. He frowned he relaxed a little, that would be a bit rude, and he was helping against such. He frowned as he looked at the pie. Dwarven lands were truly strange. Then back up to the keep.\n\n\"Home...\" He muttered, a sudden pained longing at the word then nodding as he stared at the black shape in the distance, he had heard old stories as a kid, yet from all he seen, stories never did them justice. He got to walking soon as Gitroki got moving, he did have a pie to deliver afterall, no reason to be suspicious of one when he had only had a few silver in the pouch and a pie in his hands. Especially when he could of done such long time ago." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Aye, one of Nonika's faithful. I've heard the stories those Firebeards tell, of our sort driven mad from isolation an' worshippin' demons. Apparently Nerdrat's sort 'ave been givin' credence to those rumours... But we're not like that. The Firebeards are descendants of those who stayed, an' worked for the blood mages. They only get a pass now since they looked the other way when they were defeated.\"\nGitroki nodded at Llew's question, half-expecting the man to run away at such confirmation. Seeing as he didn't, his tone turned bitter as he explained further. Spending so much time hearing the outside world's perception of them hadn't helped his attitude towards the surface dwarves improve, but at the very least he'd learned not to blame the residents outside of the upper echelons of their society.\n\n\"Where's your home, son? Oh, what's your name anyway? Must've missed it on our first meetin'\"\nThe conversation shifted as Gitroki realised he was prattling on again, raising an arm and waving slowly to the looming structure. A small, long flagpole could be seen raised up, the flag of the Ironhammers slowly climbing it and waving back slowly." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew brows rose as he listened, demon worshipers?! His brow furrowed, he was going to jump to conclusions, but he highly doubted that if Mister Gitroki was one he would do such... Fire beards with blood mages? Weren't those super bad people? He looked up in thought then back down. Continuing his trek with the dwarf. Chewing his cheek in thought, dwarves had such a dark history... Did humans? He looked down at this.\n\nHe looked up as he was addressed, blinking away and banishing his day dreaming state.\n\n\"Ah, ye know them golden fields mista? I be out far that a way on a little homestead... Well, was.\" He gave a soft smile, a glance at the fort and homesickness hit again, eyes tightening as he continued \"Llew Mista Gitroki sir, sorry, taught I told, but a big mess it was eh?\" He stated, grin turning more sheepish as he bowed his head.\n\nHis gaze followed the motion, looking over the flag. He stared a moment, quiet... But if he stayed quiet, Mr. Gitroki would ask more questions? He was nice enough to let a poor farmer come along, best not keep the silence.\n\n\"Did ye grow up in that thar fort?\" He asked with a bob of his head, eyes still wide as he got closer, it was massive, and getting bigger. Giants could of built that... Would that mean dwarves were just smaller giants? It was like a craft, could forts be a craft? He was once more lost in thought and fantasy as he walked along, sometimes stumbling in his day dreaming state. A smile of wonder on his face, he almost forgot he was holding a pie and being chilled to the bone on a mountain. He motioned to the flag too.\n\n\"That ye flag?\" He asked just as curiously, giving it a look over of wonder, it was like an entire kingdom... And all he heard was that dwarves lived in the mountains, not at all, they RULED them." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Llew, eh? Ostian name if I'd ever heard one.. 'Aven't been that far out, Dark Ire makes the trip trouble. Still got your folks waitin'?\"\nThe mention of home softened the grumbling dwarf, a terse smile forming as he nodded along. While not near-immortal like the elves were, dwarves lived a very long time. Being without one's great-great grandfather was a rare occurence, meaning one was never far from family within these halls. But being apart from his society had taught him the loneliness that all mortal folks must feel. \n\nThe flag slowly retreated behind the heavy walls, the impenetrable gates visibly rattling as their mechanisms unlocked and unravelled. A pair of dwarves shuffled out from it, barely visible from this distance.\n\n\"Aye, I did. Helped maintain the walls, guard those palisades, hunt around these forests. If I could, I'd return to those halls permanently, but I've a job to do. That's the classic flag, represents our matron saint. We've got more threatenin' ones, with big grey towers and black backgrounds' 'n such, but the fireplace on a silver back is the original.\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew nodded at his name, a lopsided grin, a was a good name in his opinion, of course. It was his name, so a good name. His eyes tightened at the question. He shook his head.\n\n\"Folks nay want me back... Not until I got me some stories ta tell.\" He said simply, looking down, a sick feeling in his gut, then back up as Git started to talk again, nodding along. A sad smile, it seems, even others suffer his fate.\n\nHe looked up to the flag as he went. \"Why two flags?\" He asked curiously, slowing down as they got closer to the fort. He was right, massive, utterly massive, like a city... Maybe dwarf cities were forts. He swallowed and looked about, he mentioned forests...\n\n\"Ye say job, wot it be? Ye a hunta?\" He asked curiously as he went along, eyes back to wide and watching." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Stories, eh? Got any yet?\"\nA smirk formed on his frost-touched lips, giving Llew a once-over. He still looked the part of a farmhand, but the notion of a farmer's boy braving the harshest parts of the Northern Mountains to deliver a pie... Yes, that was a step in the right direction. The valley began to rise underfoot once more, the citadel looming further and further into the sky; soon to blot out the sun from above them.\n\n\"One for peace, one for war. The war flag 'asn't been flown for generations, long 'fore I was around. Now its only used during skirmishes, hastily done.\"\nHe explained stiffly, supposing that Llew had no interaction with his kingdom's politics in the slightest. It was only a small number of elite that handled it, anyway; unlike his hold where all citizens had their say.\n\"...I'm a spy, in short. Livin' in Miller Dale to pick up intel on the Firebeards. Rumours, new developments. Got folks in the castle bringing more interestin' stuff to me, I pass along ya' see?\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew glanced over, then forward, stories... He frowned. The goblins... Miller dale, a run in on the way.\n\n\"I got one or two... Like travelin with a masked druid seekin 'er fellows, a goblin raid... Miller Dale.\" He shook his head with a shudder, nasty business \"You Mista Gitroki got much more me tinks stories ta tell then a simple farmer as me, me tinks.\" He stated with a grin, then looking to the flag as it was passed by, muttering what as told back to him, makes sense in a way.\n\nHis head whipped over, eyes wide, a spy?! The fire and Iron did not get along it seems. He nodded, brows going up slowly, that group of dwarves made much more sense now. Much more sense...\n\nHe nodded then looked at the fort again as they walked, a shudder as a chill wind passed by, but why... Halfling... That was why? \"M-Mr. Gitroki sir, 'ow are we ta get in?\" He asked as they got closer, bringing the pie to his chest, it was somehow warmer then him. He frowned, then shrugged, why should he worry if he's a spy? He was a human, dwarf issues were not his business, good to know though, nor would he betray that trust that was given. Bad manners that was. \n\nHe came to a stop to shiver for a moment, then kept going, it was getting harder to see with how massive it was, blotting out the sun, THE SUN. He stared in awe." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"...Not the fun sort o' stories, then. 'Cept that druid, elven I'm guessin'? I ain't got many excitin' ones yet, Miller Dale's a quiet town.\"\nThe young dwarf grumbled back, waving a calloused hand Llew's way at his rising concerns around their entrance. The incline had petered out by now, the vaguely flat snow surrounding the towering walls lain evenly against their stark profile. The two dwarves were paler than what Llew would have seen of the usual roaming dwarves, a sharp contrast with Gitroki's ruddy complexion. \n\nHe approached first, muttering something in archaic dwarvish and pointing to his farmhand companion. The taller of the pair gave him a once-over, furrowing his brow at the pie, but seemed to have no problems as he nodded to the other guard. The doors were rapped against with heavy knuckles, the pulleys squeaking under the strain of the looming gateway.\n\"Follow me, and keep close. You got a name fer' that pie?\"\nGitroki barked, peering at whatever contained the pastry for any tag or marker of the intended recipient. He knew where it was supposed to go, but these sorts of rituals were important to the Ironhammers..." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew shook his head \"Human... Short, about ye height and just as wide Mista Gitroki Sir.\" \n\nHe stated and lowering the pie to his height to represent it before nodding. Eyes narrowing slightly in jealously, but no, here he was, stuck delivering pies... All in an attempt to gather enough stories to return home.\n\nHe had slowed to look things over, distracted from his darker thoughts, eyebrows slowly raised. This was like walking into a story book. He stopped as Git went to talk in dwarvish to the two other dwarves. He was so lost in amazement that he almost forgot to look over, pale, but most certainly tough looking. He blinked, realizing he was staring and wandered over.\n\nHe smiled and bowed his head to the guards. Holding the pie out for them to see. No intended marker save for a small tag on a frayed string that had 'FB' on it. \n\nLlew slowly nodded, mouth open in amazement at the gate, a smile forming, he couldn't wait to tell his dad about this. He blinked, didn't Gitroki ask about the pie. He looked back down then to the pie then back to Gitroki.\n\n\"Oh aye Mista Gitroki Sir, Sir Forgebreaka.\" He stated and motioned to the pie and giving a grin, then back to watching the door, then falling in line to follow Gitroki, otherwise, acting like a highly distracted child in his amazement in watching, and like a duckling in following close by. Mouth still open in shock. A real dwarven city... Wow, a small part of him was relieved of some of his anger at being forced to leave home... This was amazing!" }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Huh, that's a short man. An' I got big bones son, it's a dwarven thing.\"\nThe marksman snapped, raising a finger skyward and drawing a circle twice, pointing through the slowly opening doors. The two wardens shared a glance, one smirking at the other as they passed inside, both pairs of eyes following Llew. A deafeaning slam of stone against stone thundered out from the entrance, the doors ceasing their grinding movement as they settled against their iron-wrought mechanisms. \n\nThe pathway ahead of them was long; wide enough for three wagons to travel down in a row; and impossibly tall. Torch sconces lined the walls, barely lighting the runemarked stone.\n\"Forgebreaker, hm? Didn't think that clan had any outside connections anymore... Eh, I'm sure they'll explain. Keep up, Llew! And congratulations, you're the first human in generations to pass through these halls. Nonika's blessings on ya'.\"\nGitroki called as he increased the pace, glancing back with a bright grin as he raised a holy symbol on a thick chain for him to see - A golden fireplace on a silver coin-shaped backing." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew nods \"Errr, well, it be a girl Mista Gitroki Sir.\" He stated, nodding a couple more time. He raised a brow at the finger, then looking from one guard, to the next. His brows furrowed, he did not like this stare... On the other, not like one could get much off of him if they wanted anything.\n\nHe as distracted by the slam, jolting a little, eyes widening. What were those marks on the stone? It was so dark, yet lit... Strange. He looked back to Gitroki. He nodded, coming to a jog to keep up then almost stumbling. The first human in generations?! GENERATIONS?! His eyes widened and mouth dropped as he tried to stamper a response and just bowed.\n\n\"T-tank ye for the 'onor! Who be Nonika? Acceptin this blessin.\" He looked about again, he was already appreciative, now even more so, the first in generations. He laughed, he was going to take in EVERYTHING.\n\n\"Gosh Mista Gitroki Sir, first in generations? Thats... Wow.\" He blathered on, following along but ultimately distracted and smiling, a shocked expression on his face. What more could he do but be awed and walk with Gitroki? Disappearing ever deeper into the dwarven hall, forgetting that the door would close behind him, forgetting that in a long time. He would be the first human in a long time to go where, likely, no other human has ever gone. He almost forgot he was farmer, just for a moment, what farmer walks through mountain halls anyway?" }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Gonna have'ta be more specific, son. Got a few women in tha' Forgebreaker clan. Younger or older?\"\nGitroki shot the question back, curious to how much the old woman had revealed to their new accomplice. The cyclopean pathway seemed to stretch on endlessly, the low torchlight revealing little. But a warm light far brighter than them loomed ahead, slowly opening up into a far larger space. The stifling air seemed to disperse in the transition, as if they'd stepped outside once more - but the chill didn't pick up, the temperature almost warming instead.\n\n\"Behold, child of Ostia, our matron's Hearth.\"\nSpeaking with far more pomp than normal, Gitroki waved a wide arm in gesture to the expanse before them. What lay ahead was a vast cavern, hewn from stone and iron instead of bare rock. \n\nTorches illuminated the thousands of outcroppings like fireflies amongst a mountain taiga, the tiny outlines of individuals traversing these ledges and doors making it clear just how many these numbered. \nGranite walkways connected these outcroppings, linked by risen towers that almost floated through the massive centre. Below was a similar sea of small dwarves, filing through the darkened paths below the islands. \n\nHomesteads, market stalls, smithies and banks... While a pattern could be recognised, at first glance it was a cacophony of civilisation; the low din of society that rumbled through them offering no help in deciphering it.\n\"I'll explain lady Nonika on the way, it'll be clear as we walk anyway.\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew blinked \"Wot? Oh nay, the druid was a woman, the pie is for a couple, Mr. Blackstone Forgebreaker and Gemini Icetomb.\" He stated with a couple of nods, then back back to his distraction of the pathway, totally entranced as he walked then back to Git.\n\n\"Goes on for a bit eh?\" He stated, but grinning, excitement on his face as he walked. Then came to a stop as the two walked out to witness the cavern. Truely out of a tale... A tale, he was now in. He stared in wonder, even a tear to his eye, a chuckle or two.\n\n\"Thats... Thats amazin...\" He said without noticing. This place was so different then his own, an entire race, buried under stone. Not even seeing the light of day. Not living in wood, or castles of stone, but houses of stone, and forts of iron. Path ways of iron, its liked the cavern was forced by their own hands, like they are the earth. He nodded dumbly, not walking yet though for a bit before he got walking.\n\nHe could already hear the rumbling, he had been to a human city or two, but never something like this, and it was... Incredible, amazingly fantastic. He laughed again, truely a mystical tale, he would have to thank his employer, this was a true gift, and something he would not be able to repay, or even put into a fancy song like one of those bards. Just to witness. Maybe speak of one day, of what lies under the mountains up-north and its beauty.\n\n\"Thank you.\" He spoke after a bit as he walked, almost dropping the pie in his awe before tightening it to him, his task much more important, pie or not." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Ah, sorry. Assumptions. I know the couple, aye. Young'uns, barely 40 years - not that I'm one to talk, I'm a babe in comparison.\"\nGitroki chortled lightly, pushing through the swelling crowd as he made a path for his human companion. Most folks simply grumbled back and moved, though some noticed the marksman's company and glared as Llew passed. Hushed mutterings rose through the din, fingers pointed at the pair. \n\nBut these sounds soon died away as they passed beneath one of the looming outcroppings, the warm glow replaced with shadows illuminated in patches by closer torches. Shouting and the rattle of coin grew loud, the source being the myriad of stalls and market fronts lining the sides and centre of the pathway. \n\nLlew would also notice something about the dwarves: Most were like Gitroki, deeply tanned and sporting jet black hair or a chocolate brown. But a choice few were like the warden at the entrance; pale-skinned with blonde or pale white hair. Some of these ashen individuals regarded Gitroki more warmly than the others, bowing and exchanging Old Dwarvish as they passed.\n\"Eh? No problem, son. Ya' trekked all the way here, might as well show ya' the works. I'll get ya' somethin' on tha' way back, you'd never tried pastries like these.\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew shook his head \"Ye be fine Mista Gitroki Sir... Forty be young? Gosh golly, be almost dead at that point... And ye but a babe?\" He said with wide eyes, nodding at folk as he passed by, or gave sheepish smiles at the glares. It seemed he wasn't as wanted as he thought. He follows Gitroki to get through the crowd, it caused some anxiety it was so packed, crowded.\n\nLlew let out a breath of relief at the shadows, he was beginning to sweat, but the breath out stuck half way, others were coming, the shout and rattle of coin. He thought it interesting, so close to home in a sense, yet so different...\n\nHe tilted his head at the pale dwarves that passed by, why were they friendlier? He was interrupted in his thought by Git speaking again. He smiled, which got wider as he coughed. \n\n\"Errr, actually, if nay mind Mista Gitroki Sir, I would nay mind takin a peak at the forges, I 'ear stories that thar great 'orks and would be 'onored ta see them if that would be ok? Pastries are fine and all and wouldn't mind, but ta see ye metal 'orks and crafts would be mighty fine.\" He stated with a bow of his head as he looked about again, if they could shape mountains, then the stories must be true, he firmly believed they could shape metal just as easily.\n\nHis grin widened, and he would be the first in a long time to see... This was an adventure, more so then anything he's done before in some ways." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Dwarves live too long, boy. I'm only 23, barely an adult. 'd say I've got a hundred and spare years to go, but anythin' could happen... An' I can take ya' there, sure. First we'll stop by my clan's workshop, gotta get the finished product fer' this.\"\nThe dwarf called back, tapping the long metal-and-wood cylinder slung on his back, beside his crossbow. Llew would have never seen anything like it, but recognised the smell of sulphur... \n\nSlowing his pace as they reached a crossroads, he glanced between their paths. One wound upwards, a stone ramp that connected to the tower above them; looming like a fruiting mushroom. The other continued along, inclining into a shallow cavern that gently spiralled. His eyes darted between them, quickly waving a hand to Llew and following the ramp.\n\"Forgebreaker clan stays near the forges below, obviously. But the Icetomb clan are old - older the clan, the closer you're to nobles. So the couple live along the wall, near the mausoleum. My folks live below as well, so we'll head that way soon.\nGitroki explained, pointing along the path and towards the wall in question - focusing on the frost-ridden section near the back of the expanse." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew's eyes widdened and snapped to Gitroki. Twenties was barely an adult?! That would make him... Gosh golly. If he was a kid back home, he might as well be a babe here. He nodded and blinking, live so long... Wonder if it got lonely living that long? No wonder elves and dwarves and all the others seperate. He frowned, he could only imagine the pain of watching a friend grow old and dying, and on the other, growing old and watching your friend still be right as rain. He looked down in thought at this.\n\nHe looked back up at mention of product, looking to the contraption on Git's back, head tilting slightly, the quick sniff of sulfur... Was it egg related? He looked it over curiously, maybe it was an egg thing?\n\nHe didn't have time to ask, opening his mouth as Git launched into speaking, he blinked, realizing as he swiveled his head to look about, they were at a new section. He looked left, right, up and down. Nodding as he listened, age of family meant more nobility? The same back home right? Technically, great deeds, money, and amazing service got such too, was it hte same here? At least in stories it was like that... Though, he was a farmer, he didn't know much about it.\n\nHe shrugged and looked bakc over, looking over to the frosty section then back to Git.\n\n\"Sorry Mista Gitroki Sir, ye mention Icetomb noble, yet Forgebreaka ain't, is it common for olda clans ta marry in'ta younga?\" He asks looking up to the frost ridden section for a moment then back down.\n\n\"Is thar any intro'duction or fancy greetin I should do? Nay know me manners ya see Mista Gitroki Sir, and nay wanna offend, them noble folk also down below? Meanin, deepa below is whar more fancy folk are? Or it be opposite?\"* He asks curiously then blinking, he forgot to ask about the device, he opened his mouth and closed it, but he asked so many questions, his brow furrowed, following along still, eh, he would get his chance." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Yeah, it's common. We ain't got proper lords and ladies here, just levels o' seniority. The Firebeards have their king and his nobles, try'na fit in with the elves and the humans. \nForgebreaker have good smiths, an' Icetomb're accomplished frost mages. Since Icetomb's older, Forebreaker moves up. Ya' never lose yer' clan.\"\nAs Gitroki elaborated, his brow furrowed at his words. Perhaps it was because he was raised in it, but the inconsistencies in their caste system was a lot to wrap one's mind around... It was hard to explain to an outsider. Probably one of the reasons they didn't take visitors often.\n\n\"Hm. Yer' an outsider, so they'll enjoy any Ostian greetin's ya' know. If someone says 'Nonika's blessings unto ya' then say 'the Hearth warms you' or somethin' close. You'll be fine, that pie'll raise their spirits.\"\nThe path continued to trail upwards, joining the outcropping against the wall and widening. A second stream of dwarves passed them, now moving in the centre of two currents of people. The cavern wall lightened in colour as they ascended, the size of the buildings growing and taking up more of the stone road. It was a wonder they could be held up like this, half built into the wall and half resting on the winding platform. \n\nThe marksman began pointing out the more stately properties, naming various clans and their famous professions: Emberhelm and their enchanted weapons of fire, Kegfall and their world-renowned whiskey, Coppercloak and their warding armours...\n\"Ah... Yer' thinkin' o' the dwarven holds. Nah, we don't do that no more. Ancient, ancient sort had that sort o' hierarchy. Long 'fore the Blood Mages n' that.\"" } ]	321.5	7,929
163.692308	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Marron Haro", "message": "Marron and victoria have been traveling this road for some time now. Even here the mountains rise far above them while the cliffs fall far below. The stars in the sky in the dead of night as Victoria guides our path by reading the stars as she does whenever we travel. Marron can't deny it hasn't found some shortcuts or some interesting adventures, but her instincts just can't shake the paranoia of a possible night time attack. Her bodies natural acclimation to the cold keeps her warm atop the snowy mountains, but that doesn't stop her from still wearing a coat. In her bag she only has rations, her lute, and the bare essentials.\n\"How much longer do you think we have till we reach the city?\" \nMarrons ears flick in the direction of every noise and howl they hear, following close behind Victoria for safety." }, { "author": "Victoria Aster", "message": "_The night sky was clear, power flowed through her body. Victoria adored the night, and she was able to see everything around her too! It was a serene, silent atmosphere and the starwalker wished that all nights were like this. Her friend was a little anxious as usual, but Victoria just turned around to face her and smiled._\n\"It's okay, we're alone. Don't you worry~ It should not be too far anymore, maybe a n hour or two. We got quite far yesterday, so we are probably pretty close!\"\n_Her own bag held a few of her precious magical star maps, but not much more than that. She needed new rations, and a new rope. The mountains were tough to traverse without one at times, and hers had sadly been left behind._" }, { "author": "Marron Haro", "message": "\"Ok vic, I trust you.\" She said that without much confidence. Victoria was reassuring but the poor bunny just couldn't get past her own instincts, she has them for a reason.\n\"When we get into town remind me to buy you an ale or new rope or something.\" \nThe two had only been traveling for a few days over a month, but with the treacherous terrains they've suffered through and the hardships they've already faced together, it's brought them quite close as friends. Marron drapes her fluffy hair over Victoria like a warm blanket. The windchill was biting, but at least it wasnt blizzard season." }, { "author": "Victoria Aster", "message": "\"You really don't have to, you know?\"\n_A gift like that would always be much appreciated of course, but Marron was a nice person and her gifts just kept coming. By now, Victoria just felt bad when she was offered food or something else. As Marron used her hair to try and help Victoria though, the starwalker gently brushed it off._\n\"No no. I don't wanna feel like I'm wearing pelt made from my friend. That just feels wrong. Oh! Look, look!\" _Victoria's arm was pointing into the darkness, where a few distant lights could be seen. On the other side of the valley, there was a town!_\n\"Told you we'd be there soon. The lights on the village's wall are lit too, so they know we're coming. I've been gone for over 2 months, but a few of them made me deliver stuff for them. I even got two letters to give back to them, so I might get a little money for that...\"" }, { "author": "Marron Haro", "message": "Marron pouts as her kind gesture is quite literally brushed off, but she lights up when she sees the cities glow in the distance. \"Finally, just a couple more miles! I can't wait to get back into safety. While you get a delivery paycheck, I will be scouting out the local taverns to find a good one for my next gig. I've been learning dwarven songs since we've been travelling in heatherstead so I hope they appreciate them. Perfect time to, I don't know, buy you an ale.\" Even if Victoria didn't want it, Marron was always keen on repaying even the smallest things, and wouldn't take no for an answer. It didn't help she usually paid for their inns out of her own insistence and strong arming." }, { "author": "Victoria Aster", "message": "\"You might want to wait until they're all awake at least, the sun isn't even going to rise for another hour.\"\n_A juicy delivery paycheck sounded just like what Victoria's suffering wallet needed, as it was running as low as ever. She never took the lucrative, dangerous missions of defeating monsters, as her friend didn't really like to fight and she herself had few tools that were meant to fight. A few silver coins and possibly more things to deliver, that was a nice thing to look forward to._\n\"Oh and let me know if you want me to sing too! I can help you out if you teach me the songs. It's always nice to get a meal or even a night in a decent bed out of it.\"\n_The path was slippery and steep, so Victoria stopped walking and began looking for a good way down. She had learnt the hard way that you need to plan any climbing things in advance._" }, { "author": "Marron Haro", "message": "\"Well if course, I'm just going to go scout them out, I can always tell which ones are the busiest with a single look!\" With a good gig at a full bar, Marron could make a couple gold after a day or two of playing. It's not as lucrative as adventuring but it keeps her comfortable financially, which is why she always pays for the inns. \n\"I always appreciate a duet with you, the last one we did made us nearly 5 gold and we sound pretty good together. Here let me get this cliff.\" \nMarron starts to sing free fallin. The music notes manifest from her lute as she strums and swirls around them. With a push and a jump they slowly float down to the bottom of the cliff and land safely. Marron takes a sharp breath in, as the mana is expended and she can stop singing. \n\"There we go, let's continue!\"" }, { "author": "Victoria Aster", "message": "\"The fact you can do this with music is always inspiring...\"\n_Victoria looked up at the steep path, calling this a cliff seemed fair to her. Astonished by how easily magic users could just traverse the terrain like this, she remembered that her own ability to find the way in all starry, clear nights wasn't too bad either! Magic just gave her and Marron the edge they needed to be as efficient as they were at getting from place to place. The sharp, deep breath and how exhausted Marron looked after she had cast he spell reminded her of the drawbacks of the magic now, but paying that for magical abilities was a bargain!_\n\"The stars...\"\n_Victoria saw them shimmer, felt them communicate with her. The eyes of the starwalker were glued to the shining little dots for a moment, before she mumbled:_\n\"Crimson seas made from the wicked, pages of balance lost.\"\n_Her eyes turned back to her friend, and Victoria looked puzzled._\n\"Any idea what that could mean?\"" }, { "author": "Marron Haro", "message": "After a few seconds to catch her breath she was fine once more to keep walking. Now off the beaten path, they fully rely on Victoria's abilities to navigate them to the city. She looks quizzically at Victoria as she mumbled the prophetic words. \n\"Unsure, but it sounds bad. Reminds me of blood or hell, like the old stories about the river styx. Either way it sounds like it could be lyrics to a dark song.\" She sings the words to tune she cooks up in her head. \n\"Maybe you can do a little research in the city, maybe find an Oracle or something of the like.\"" }, { "author": "Victoria Aster", "message": "_An oracle in a small village or town was highly unlikely, but any scribe or scholar would probably already have the ability to help out. Only one thing was clear to Victoria now: this wasn't the attempt of the stars to write a song, they were trying to communicate! Too bad that the inexperienced starwalker had no idea what the universe was trying to tell her, as the warning would likely be lost soon enough. Just to make sure she remembered it, Victoria turned around._\n\"I'll write it down, one minute.\"\n_The notebook she usually used to write down names, addresses and tasks was opened from behind, and Victoria wrote down the sentence she had just said. A few other unsolved sentences were in there already, each with a few notes of what she thought they could mean._" }, { "author": "Marron Haro", "message": "\"I've heard rumors of an increase of monster activity up in these mountains, maybe they are connected.\" They continue trudging through the snow, Marrons mind also occupied with the message, but more concerned about turning it into a cool song rather than unraveling it's mysteries. With Victoria's navigation and marrons abillity to traverse the terrain with spells like levitate and feather fall, they manage to make good time, the walls of the city getting closer and closer. \"I can nearly feel that warm bed on my skin! It feels like we've been walking for days on end.\"" }, { "author": "Victoria Aster", "message": "\"Maybe they are connected, I couldn't tell. It just sucks I'm not getting any better at this! Imagine if it referred to someone dying and I'm just standing here talking.\"\n_Her eyes rolled upwards as she let out a drawn out sigh of frustration, two signs that she was unhappy at her own incompetence. She had ignored the sentence about warm beds, as the thought just made her slightly more frustrated. The warm bed and a long day of sleep were just what she needed. With the cliff left behind and no more obstacles to tackle besides what looked like half an hour of walking, Victoria just marched forward, determined to make it to the wall before the sun even rose._" }, { "author": "Marron Haro", "message": "\"You'll get the hang of it eventually Vic! I've been doing magic since I was like 12, and I'm still only capable of casting some pretty small spells. These things just take a bit of time. Cut yourself some slack, we probably couldn't make it town to town as efficiently of you weren't guiding us.\" She hugged Victoria tight before they both kept on march. Hoping to get beyond the gate within the hour. Marron tried to soothe them both by singing random songs as they walked, to keep up both their spirits. Pretty soon they could see aismir fully even at night, the cliffs surrounding the sides and the mountains that rise above it. They get onto the natural stone bridge that links the city to the road." } ]	161	2,128
350.166667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Lumi Flykra", "message": ">>Cold. She was always cold. Lumi didn't hate the cold nor did she love it. It more so had to do with her strange condition. Her feet trudged through the powdery snow... Her ears twitching with every crunching sound made from her crushing the snowflakes. She had managed to get herself lost again, and to no surprise her winter ball wasn't exactly helping. \n\nLumi held up the glowing orb, a map made of ice magic encircled her. She paused for a moment to survey her surroundings for the hundredth time, yet to no surprise, it made absolutely no sense to her. ~I could've sworn I was just there...~ she thought to herself. She huffs and furrows her brows. She was definitely not interested in another round of hide and seek with herself. \n\nShe clutched her tails as she always did when she was nervous. Her frostbitten hands curled around the soft fluff of her large tail. It looked like a cloud if you stared at it long enough. Oh how she adored her tails. Such soft comfy pillows, meant to give her warmth and she thought they added to her looks. \n\nLumi was a small figure. Her hair was fluffy soft and white... Something that framed her face nicely, and covering the lavender coloured stripes along her cheeks. Her cheeks, which were a soft rose colour... Against her gentle pale almost snow white skin. It sparkled like the snow, and she was never too fond of that. She kept one of her tails around her shoulders like a scarf, to regulate her temperature. Did it work? No. But it was one hell of a fashion statement. Her small size seemed to be that of an ant compared to the large trees and mountains that surrounded her... How uncomfy.\n\n>>Beginning to feel her temperature drop, Lumi's ears lowered and almost pinned to her head. She let out a soft whimper as she began to look for shelter. Of course in a landscape like this, there wasn't much she could do. Lumi waddled over to the area with the most coverage, settled into the snow, and revealed all nine of her tails to wrap herself in a cozy cocoon. Now all she had to do was stay put while her temperature went back to normal. Her nose gained a little bit of frost on the tip, and her eyelashes as well. She sneezed a little bit of frosty mist before whimpering and closing her eyes. Just a little longer..." }, { "author": "Meras Stormbringer", "message": "Meras bowed his head against the bitterly cold winds, cursing the innkeep who had said to head to Hearthstead for news of corsairs. He never would have come here had he known he'd have to trek through the blasted Khalvirs to get there. The merchant convoy was waiting on the banks of the river, hoping the storm would pass, but he couldn't afford to wait it out. His Oath compelled him to seek out all corsairs and pirates, and any other evils he was informed of, and destroy them. It drove him like the icy gales drove the icy snow around him.\n\nHe glanced up, his sputtering torch barely casting any light. It had grown colder, and he needed to find some kind of shelter. At least the trees were numerous enough he could tel he was still on the path, turning back whenever the forest grew thick. The wind howled, and before long, Meras knew he wouldn't survive the night if he didn't find shelter. He began to scan the surroundings, hoping for a hunter's cabin, or perhaps a fallen log he could shelter behind until morning, when he spied... A patch of greyish-silver fur against a fallen tree. With no idea what it was, he angled his horse and approached, gripping his sword tightly in case it was a wild animal. It looked strangely warm, the snow having melted back a bit from the edges. As he jumped down, the bundle stirred, and he found himself face to face with a silver and lilac kitsune, with bright purple eyes starting quizzically at him. \n\n\"Hello?\"" }, { "author": "Lumi Flykra", "message": ">>The cold air blew through her ears and she simply couldn't stop wiggling them. The sound of it was like something that was hollow, and it bothered her. She felt herself get colder with time, and she was slightly concerned as to why her tails weren't really doing their job. \n\nShe tightens all nine of them around herself, and surveys the area. It was so quiet. So... Dead. There was nothing here but herself and her thoughts. At least, that was until she saw a figure approaching. Her heart skipped a beat at the sudden realization that she wasn't alone... And it wasn't the good kind of realization. She tensed up and tried to cover herself as much as possible, in hopes that he didn't see her. \n\nLumi's fur colour was typically a pure white... But her tails did tend to give her away with the extra hints of lilac and silver. Her ears were by far the worst, as the outer fur was black. Then suddenly she came face to face with the man. She looked up at him with a slight worry, yet a slight curiosity in her eyes. \n\nHe was a large man... He towered over her and she could only imagine how he would tower over her while she was standing. She took a second to survey him, before ultimately deciding he was a threat, and her large ears pinned to her head. She backs into the tree, and seemed to be trying to bury herself. \"Hello?\" He said. That startled her, but she stopped her shenanigans and froze, looking up at him. Her voice was soft yet worrisome as she spoke: \n\n\"Please don't hurt me-\"" }, { "author": "Meras Stormbringer", "message": "The snow and wind bit sharply against his face as the Kitsune shrank back, ears pinned, and begged for mercy. \"Fear not, fox, for I wish you no harm. I only sought to seek shelter, as it appears you have. Perhaps I may share this windbreak with you, and with a little luck, start a fire?\"\n\nMeras turned to his horse and fetched a large piece of sailcloth, and some rope. He walked over to the fallen tree and using the large copper rings at the edge of the fabric, lashed it tightly. He used his sword to hack a forked branch off a nearby tree and propped the cloth up in the middle before tying the corners fast and creating a small shelter. Then, he fetched flint and tinder, and breaking small pieces of wood off the tree, made a small pile. \n\nMeras whispered a small prayer to his God, asking for grace to guide his hands. He struck the flint against the steel rod, and bright sparks flew and caught in some dried moss, beginning to smoulder. He leaned close and blew, the embers bursting into flame, and carefully fed it sticks of increasing size until a bright, warm blaze lit up the driving snow. In the shelter of the log and cloth, the air was still and quickly warmed. \"Come, join me by the fire and warm yourself.\"" }, { "author": "Lumi Flykra", "message": ">>His words of reassurance seemed to only partially reach her, as she gave him a look of suspicion. She looked around as if there was anything for her to really look at... She's been walking in circles for hours. She could probably relay the terrain by heart now. However, even though she should be able to do that her memory was already failing her. Contradictory much. She was suddenly distracted by a rock. A very ordinary rock, but it was definitely a rock. Lumi narrowed her lavender eyes, examining it. ~Has that always been there?~ She thought to herself. It was just then that she had realized the stranger was talking to her. \n\nShe turned her big eyes to him and scrunched her nose just a tiny bit as some snow flakes landed on her nose. He was quite large so looking up at him cause more snowflakes to land on her face. Before she could answer, she sneezed some frosty snow, and curled up again. \n\n\"Sorry...\" She said in a soft and small voice. It was clear she was still rather frightened by the man, however she didn't want him to freeze out here. That would simply be horrible. \"You can stay for a bit if you'd like-\" \n\nShe watched curiously as he collected his material, her head tilted to the side with one ear aiming higher than the other. As he began to work on the fire, the sparks startled her slightly and she shrunk back again. However, the beautiful dancing light that followed caused her eyes to widen and her pupils to dilate. She looked from the fire, then to him, and at his invitation which she heavily misinterpreted, scooted over to his side. Her body pressed against his and her tails went around his lower body, keeping them together. She was shivering just a bit, and as his body heat along with the fire warmed her, the frost along her body slowly thawed. Lumi let out soft delighted purrs in response" }, { "author": "Meras Stormbringer", "message": "He had noticed the timid creature shrink back at the sparks. Poor thing has been heavily mistreated, he thought to himself. Her sudden fervour at his invitation therefore caught him off guard. He was opening his mouth in protest when her soft tails and fur insulated him from the cold and he began to feel his limbs again. Her purrs had her petite frame vibrating against him. Every curve was pressed into him.\n\nHe pulled his head up from where her ears tickled at his chin and surveyed their surroundings. The first glimmer of day was beginning to show to the east, and the wind seemed to be letting up, although thick flakes still fell from the sky. He threw another branch onto the fire and tried to extricate himself from the tails.* \"Thank the gods I found you, or both of us may have frozen to death. I have plenty of rations on my horse, although they are nothing fancy. Can your species even eat human food, or do you need to hunt? I'm afraid I have no fresh meat.\"" } ]	337.5	2,101
282.428571	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "The narrator", "message": "It would be a warm afternoon on the outskirts of miller dale,the sun would shine brightly in the sky,birds would be singing their songs to one another in the sky,it seems that new life is appearing all around Eluaria.On this warm afternoon Claire and velvet would be taking a little pitstop at a nearby clearing,they did just walk for half a day now so they needed a break.Claire would be sitting on a stump,polishing her new hammer(gotta keep it clean)." }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "After walking for so long, it was getting to be about time for the two of them to stop and rest for the day. As Claire sat down and began polishing her hammer, Velvet began removing her armor and setting it down in the grass so that she was now fully naked. It was getting hot underneath her armor and with only Claire around to see it, Velvet didn't seem to care. She seemed to have become extremely comfortable around Claire compared to when they had first started being romantic with one another. Shaking out her slightly sweaty hair, she turned towards the hyena and gave her a blank expression.\n\n\"Shall we camp here for tonight, or attempt to make it to town, Miss Claire,\" She asked. Placing one hand on her hip, Velvet watched as Claire polished her sword and waited for a response as her long hair gently blew in the breeze, which felt amazing on her bare skin." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "The gentle breeze would feel nice on Claire's short white and tan hair, but the breeze would carry a familiar scent right to her nose,what was this smell?The scent of freshly picked flowers? No those tend to be more floral rather than musky... Was it the scent of freshly picked mushrooms?No those had more of an earthy,dirt smell,what she was smelling had a slightly more salty smell... Claire would turn her head to see a fully naked,sweaty velvet shaking her hair... The sight of velvts beautifully pale,soft,skin,her elegantly long purple hair, her see purple eyes would spark something in Claire's mind,this sudden lapse in judgment cause her to drop her hammer on the ground with a loud thud,narrowly missing her feet.\n\n\"Uh just uh let me check our supplies first.\" Claire was obviously a bit more flustered than usual,maybe it was something in the air.\n\nClaire would rummage around her bag for a moment,avoiding eye contact with velvet,as if she's become a shy,hormonal teenager again.\n\nLike a hormonal teenager, being approached by their crush,Claire's face would start to lightly blush like she just had a couple of drinks.\n\n\"The journey here has taken a toll on our supplies but i may have enough ingredients here to make some evening soup.\"\n\nCue stage left,naked velvet" }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "\"I see,\" Velvet said, coming closer, and closer to Claire. She was not trying to get her companion aroused, but she was so hot and sweaty from hiking for hours on end in her armor. To be in the cool breeze now felt divine. It did, however, allow the hyena to see every last musky bead of sweat rolling down her stacked and pale body. Tying her hair back into a loose ponytail, Velvet raised one eyebrow at Claire as she noticed the futa stumbling over her words and blushing. \"Is everything alright, Miss Claire?\"\n\nVelvet was the one who was used to being shy and awkward, but ever since Claire had confessed her feelings and they had made love things seemed to be... Shifting slightly. Velvet seemed much more bold around the hyena, sometimes even being downright aggressive when she was in the mood for sex and Claire wasn't taking the hint. As Claire awkwardly rummaged around in the bag, Velvet's cold purple eyes looked over her companion. She did not say anything, but she suspected that Claire was getting a raging boner and trying to hide it.\n\nBut why bother with hiding it? Why not pin her down here in the grass and let out all of her pent up seed? Well, no matter, she didn't want to force the matter. \"We passed a stream not to long ago. I shall go and fetch us some water,\" She offered, taking a bucket and walking away, her hips swaying with every delicate step. Whether Velvet was intentionally shaking her ass was anyone's guess, but she was a delight to watch walking away.\n\nFinding the stream, Velvet splashed her body with some cold water and sighed in pleasure. Filling two buckets with water, she carried them back to camp, her body still dripping with water and her hair now in a bun so that it would not get wet. She expected to find Claire preparing dinner as she arrived at camp." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "The unintentional arousal,thanks to velvet being velvet would make Claire's head spin,a little odd seeing as they already done the deed several times before,what's different about today?Claires mind was racing with possible sexual scenarios that she wants to do with velvet, but she'd be brought back to reality by velvets question.\n\"Y-yes I'm fine just a little tired from the hike here.\"\n\nIt seems that the turns have tabled,it seems that Claire was the one being awkward and shy like velvet was before they passionately hugged... A few times,maybe after they confessed to one another Claire may have deeper feeling for her and that was the cause of this sudden shyness...\n\nClaires sword was getting a little excited but for some reason it wouldn't come out to play,maybe it was still recovering from their most recent sexual encounter.From the outside velvet would only see a slight bump,which was a small fry when compared to Claire's long sword..\n\n\"Yes that would be appreciated velvet\"\n\nAs velvet walked away,Claire's eyes would lock onto her swaying hips and her large ass,looking like a frosted vanilla cake,and Claire's mind desperately wanted a piece,at this point Claire's face would blush even harder,to the point that her face was starting to look like a ripe cherry tomato.\n\nTo distract her mind from velvets hourglass physique Claire would start to chop up some wild herbs and vegetables for the soup.Even as she chopped the herbs and veggies,in the back of Claire's mind she would be thinking about pouncing on velvet riding her ass like it's a rollercoaster ride... Once Claire was done chopping the veggies and herbs she'd turn to grab a small gourd,only to see velvet,her body dripping in water.This would cause Claire to squish the small gourd in her grasp,her hand covered in gourd chunks,she would be speechless." }, { "author": "Velvet, Bastard of Hastur", "message": "Sauntering over to Claire, she watched as her companion squeezed the gourd so hard that it exploded everywhere and the corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly. There was a new expression there on her face. Was that the slightest hint of... Smugness. Did Velvet know what she was doing and was she taking pride in the fact that she could get a rise out of Claire so easily? Perhaps that was the case, or perhaps it was nothing. Setting down the water, she knelt down in front of Claire and wiped a bit of gourd pulp from her face.\n\n\"It seems that one was no good, Miss Claire? Or were you intending to reduce it to a pulp for our dinner,\" She asked innocently. Again, it was impossible to read whether she was being sarcastic or completely earnest in her remarks. But what remained was that Velvet was very naked and dripping wet and her heaving tits were right in front of Claire's face. Standing back up, her pussy was now dangerously close to the werehyena as she let her hair out of its bun and shook it out. \"I may stay like this for a while, it is quite refreshing. Do you require any assistance preparing dinner, ma'am?\"\n\nSubtly, carefully, she peeked down at Claire's crotch to see if she was getting any sort of a reaction down There And the hyena might catch her eyes drifting lower for the briefest moment before looking away and off at their gear, which was piled nearby. \"Or perhaps I should assemble our bedding and leave you to cooking?\"" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire's eyes were still locked onto velvet's hourglass body,like a cat staring down a field mouse,Claire's body was telling her mind to pounce but for now her mind would keep her body in check.That doesn't mean that Claire's body wouldn't begin to react to what was in front of her.\n\n\"Uhh yes this one was starting to rot I think I got another one somewhere.\" Claire would begin to look through her bag,as much as she tried to shake this strange feeling out of her body it wouldn't go away.Velvets beautifully perky,dripping tits dangling in her face like two plump sumptuous melons would make her lightly pant like she was out of breath.Velvet standing up wouldn't help, because her pussy was dangerously close to Claire's mouth,oh how she loved the taste of velvets beautiful pussy,the elegant scent of her pretty purple pubes... Claires tongue wanted to go deep inside velvets pussy like an anteaters tongue in a termite nest.\n\nFinally Claire would pull out another gourd,this time she wouldn't squish this one,but rather she'd hand it to velvet\n\"Y-yes I do,I need you to wash this off for me please.\"\nClaires \"Sword\" Still wouldn't emerge from its sheath but it would start to leak pre,normally this wouldn't happen,what was going on?" } ]	295	1,977
196.734694	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "A chilly wind blew over the coastal waters. Waves rhythmically splash against the sands, sweeping away foot prints. Washing away blood. The crescent moon shone up above, glimmering with pale light. Stars twinkled in the sky. Today wasn't supposed to be like this.\n\nLo had spent the previous days looking forward to today. She had been speaking with a human for a while, always under the docks. He would come almost every day to speak with the mysterious woman under the docks, while he sat above them. Lo enjoyed these talks very much. This man was interesting and funny. And he found her funny as well, though her humorous remarks were not intentional. After a few weeks of talking, he said he wanted to see Lo. Lo agreed. Tonight, they would meet, she said, so long as you promise not to run or scream.\n\nTo be fair, he did neither. Instead, he quietly whispered \"Monster\" And began slashing at her with a knife. He got one good slash in, due to surprising the Merfolk. Lo, with a single deft claw, rips his throat open and watches him bleed out on the sand.\n\nShe kneels down to the dead man, and stares for a moment. She picks up his arm, and lifts it to her teeth." }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "Under the soft glow of the moon, she ran. Each step made with fluid grace, a dance atop the ever-shifting waves. She held cerulean braid in hand, warm gold glimmering as she pushed a ring higher up to fit snugly in the weave.\n\nIt was a beautiful night, the chill breeze, the crescent moon, the sparkle of starlight bouncing from the surface of the sea, from the metal of the rings in her hair, and from her amber eyes.\n\nIt was not the stars that brought Shaye to a halt, nor moon or wind or sea. It was instead a scent, familiar and mouthwatering. The scent of fresh blood. \n\nBlood could mean danger, a predator in the waters, sharp rocks that could tear skin apart and crack bones clean open to expose the marrow within. But Shaye's decision was made in a moment. She Was a predator in the waters, and she was hungry.\n\nHer swift pace brought new sights, a dock, a settlement, the lights of many mortals. A delicious sight. But it was to the docks, or more accurately beneath them that she danced her way towards, swinging about wooden piling to halt her motion and watch a curious scene. And a frustrating one. Shaye was not the first here, and that meant her options were few.\n\n\"Will you dine?\" She asked, voice carrying faint traces of music in its low tones." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo was about to sink her teeth into the man's flesh when she heard the woman speak. She had let her guard down, allowing her to sneak up and catch her by surprise. The fact that she didn't attack meant she didn't want to fight. Or, she did, but at least not immediately. Lo's head snapped to face her, and an instinctual hiss emerged out from her throat as she bared her teeth. Then Lo's sensibilities kicked in. She cut off her hiss early and stopped her show of aggression, taking a closer look at the woman who spoke to her. Lo could see it in her eyes, that familiar predatory fire. This woman was like her, in a way. She must be some kind of sea folk. Perhaps a merwoman or siren... Perhaps a kelpie. Kelpie's were dangerous. Lo had killed one before, but it had been close.\n\n\"I would not leave him to the crabs and birds. I have killed him, so he is mine. I will eat him. It is the way it must be... But, you may eat as well. I have no problem with sharing, so long as you do not attack. If you do, I will kill you.\"" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "She was tall, this other hunter. And she had the teeth of a hunter, not the useless blunted things that so many moretals possessed. Was she fae? A fellow kelpie? A siren? Shaye had heard of others, other dangerous folks who lived out to sea rather than the moors and lagoons of many of her kin.\n\nShe gave greeting in kind, baring her own pointed teeth, with a quiet hiss to display them best. They gleamed unnaturally white under the moonlit sky, a beautiful, if terrifying, smile. And the last thing that many had seen.\n\n\"Kind offer, fellow hunter.\" She greeted, her tone shifting to something a little more polite and verging now on the edge of true etiquette. Her gaze gleamed gold as she flicked it up and down the other figure, measuring. \"But I do not take leftovers. I eat what I take for myself.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo rose to her feet, looking down at this small woman. Her teeth gave her away. Those are the teeth of a Kelpie, meant to pierce and tear flesh, much like her own.\n\nAs Lo stood, Shaye could get a much better view of her. Tall and lanky, yet well muscled. Her hair was dark green, like seaweed. Along most of her body were dull dark turquoise scales. However, along her neck, chest and belly was pale and smooth flesh, like that of a dolphin. She had a large maw that stretched ear to ear, and wide glassy eyes. Her claws on her hands and feet looked razor sharp. She wore a pale dress. However, in the fight, it had been torn in such away that it hung off a shoulder. This revealed the knife wound on her chest. Going from where her breast would be, to just before her armpit. It still slowly seeped blood.\n\n\"Kelpie. We are kin in a way. I understand the pride of a predator. But pride will kill faster than any claw. You are hungry. You will eat. This is not a suggestion.\"" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "It was a lovely smile, wider than Shaye's, sharper even than her Little Red. Beautiful, in its way, and well set with the rest of her appearance. She was not one of the each uisge, but she named Shaye kin. That would have earned a proper greeting, and proper manners of the sort Livia insisted upon. But that tone... Those words...\n\nNot a suggestion, was it? And what did that make it then? A demand.\n\nThe kelpie drew herself to her full height, though regretted the motion quickly. Her five feet were dwarfed by the intimidating height of the other, even baring her teeth again would just be inferior posturing. Instead she set her shoulders back and allowed her light blue hair to cascade across her back in the evening breeze, the series of little rings that bound them glinting once again as they waved. The silver of her necklaces gleamed under the moonlight, only to be overshadowed moments later by the intense golden gleam of hungry eyes set in her heart-shaped face. Unhidden here, her dusky pallor emanated a faint internal glow, causing her to shine even without stars or moon to illuminate her.\n\nShe matched stares with the other figure for a long moment, chin still lifted in slight challenge. But those teeth, those claws... It would be a difficult fight. And if a difficult fight, then that smooth skin, those large eyes, those feet and hands all showed a swift swimmer. Shaye had never yet been a fight that she could neither win nor at least flee from. Some inner part of her urged her on regardless, the joy of her fae blood surging at the idea of a conflict that would define and complete her life.\n\nBut Livia would be upset.\n\n\"A liver.\" She conceded at last, begrudgingly. \"One meal til a new one hunted.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo gazes at her as she stood at her full height, shoulder set back, staring directly into her eyes. Her confidence was astounding. Part of it excited Lo in a primal way. While Lo had little doubt she could kill this woman, she was sure that doing so would kill her. Then there was how she glowed, she seemed almost ethereal. Hand sculpted by Mother Ocean herself. Compact and deadly. But now was not the time to wax poetic about her. She was staring. Staring was rude.\n\nLo turned and sat back down, facing the man. With a single claw, she split open his belly. The scent of blood was overwhelming and almost made her drool. But she maintained her concentration. She would allow the woman to retrieve the liver herself. She wouldn't deprive her of the joy of pulling the organ out herself. Lo then began to eat. Still keeping an eye on her, she pulled the arm off with a grunt and raised to her maw for a bite. Well... Almost. She stopped just before the first bite. She had realized she'd been extremely rude. She hadn't even introduced herself.\n\n\"My name is-\"\n\nLo produced a bizarre warbling noise followed by a harsh click.\n\n\"Roughly it translates to Venomous Daughter of the Sea. But you may call me Lo Tide. Or just Lo. I am an Abyssal Merfolk. My kind dwell deep beneath the sea. I am an exception. I made the journey to the surface in order to escape that lightless place. Now I am here.\"\n\nThen, finally, Lo took her first bite." }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "A lovely smile And Polite. Shaye would have to introduce Lo to Livia at some point. They could repay the meal so that Shaye could settle this debt. But even as her thoughts drifted to the practical, Shaye felt herself relaxing. Shifting from the cautious greeting of two wary predators to the more amicable company of sharing a meal.\n\nIt had been long since she had shared a meal such as this, crouched in the waters with a fresh body at her fingertips, pieces ripped and torn from the whole as the family sated their hunger. Livia did not dine in this fashion, the redcap was all things methodical and precise. She would lay a table, butcher their meal into perfect portions, and even cook some of it first.\n\n\"Your name sings like the wind whispering across the crest of crashing waves.\" Shaye greeted, letting her eyes close and dipping her head politely. \"I am Shaye Uisge, of the Each Uisge in Dark Ire. The Kelpies. I thank you for this food, Lo Tide, you may call me Shaye.\"\n\nShe moved closer, about to sink her hands into the still-warm interior but she paused, glancing up again before finally concluding.\n\n\"Moon smile upon you and fate find you well, Lo Tide. I shall endeavor to master your true name.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo gazed at Shaye she spoke. She used a lot of flowy,, pretty sounding words. Whatever she was saying, the meaning came across. Or, at least Lo thought it sounded friendly. She was smiling too. Not a predatory smile, but a real one. A smile that Lo returned, albeit halfheartedly. She was still in poor spirits after having to slaughter a man she thought to be his friend. He often spoke of his brothers. They would miss him. Perhaps Lo should leave enough of him to bury.\n\nLo's thoughts turned inwards as she ate absentmindedly. This wouldn't have had to happen if he had just been reasonable. They had spoken for weeks. He knew her well enough that he could reason she was friendly. She was not wielding weapons when she showed her face under the docks. She was not acting aggressively. She took care not to smile so her teeth wouldn't frighten him. The moron could have ran. But what did he do? He rushed at her with a flimsy metal blade and tried to gut her! It made her so angry!\n\nLo's grip tightened on the mangled limb, crushing the bone on her claws. With a cry, she tossed the limb into the sea. She huffed and panted with anger before turning to shaye and feeling it fade. She drew her knees up to her chin and wraps her arms around her legs.\n\n\"...I am not feeling hungry anymore. You do not need to learn to pronounce my name. Few have the ability to mimic Abyssal speech.\"" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "Her long fingers inched towards the wound, seeking the warm rich succor she would find in the remains, the gritty flesh of liver as she tore it between her sharp teeth to spill the coppery contents into her waiting mouth.\n\nBut she paused, a high brows dipping lower into a faint frown at Lo's dismissive comment, the merfolk was obviously upset over something. What, Shaye could hardly guess, but this... This was an important matter.\n\n\"Names are not trivial things.\" She replied. \"A name is worth being pronounced correctly, even if that requires some effort.\"\n\nShe crouched low next to the body, her split skirt allowing enough motion to shift postures easily, and examined it, though still without picking yet." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo frowned at Shaye. If she had the capability to narrow her eyes, she would have. Instead she just blinked her nictating membranes to clear out and sand that had been caught on her large glassy eyes. She was awfully polite. Lo had heard stories of magical people who could curse people with just their names. The idea popped into her head, but she dismissed it. If Shaye was still aggressive, Lo would have known. Besides, something else stuck her.\n\n\"...That is not my name anymore. Not the one I use. I do not often venture to the Abyss anymore. I came up her to get away from my old life. My old life of killing my kin to just survive. Of looking into the eyes of those just as intelligent as me as... I...Ate...\"\n\nLo trailed off, looking down at the face of the man who she called friend just hours ago. His eyes were still open, staring blankly up at the underside of the dock, a look of fear etched onto his face.\n\nShe reached over and closed his eyes with her fingers.\n\n\"...Your kind eat humanoid flesh to live. It is part of your diet. I understand this. My kind however, dine on the sea creatures that dwell in Mother Ocean. It is her bounty. Sometimes that must include our own kin in times of desperation. We waste nothing. Even the bones we crush and consume. And yet, I find that I do not want to eat this man. Even though he attempted to kill me, I still called him friend for a time...\"\n\n\"Shaye Uisge. You say names are important, yes? His was Sodir Bersk. You may continue your meal, but I want you to remember this name. You do not have to thank it, I would not expect you do so. Just... Remember.\"" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "The Kelpie nodded, as if this were a matter of course. Her hungry gaze drifted from the innards that would most sate her up to the mans face, carefully tracing its fearful contours.\n\n\"Sodir Bersk, I will remember.\" She said before reaching out to at last pull free the soft, fatty tissue of his liver. \n\nIt pulled free with the satisfying snap of tendons, the scent of it already rich and tantalizing even before she had pierced it. As she raised it to her lips she found herself still staring at the man's features.\n\n\"It is a sad way to part with a friend. In fear.\" Shaye commented, lingering in thought. \"I... Would not dine upon the remains of a friend either. It would be... Impolite.\"\n\nShe glanced back up to the merfolk, pulling the fresh meat a little further away as she did.\n\n\"Would it upset you, for another to do so? I can manage my hunger well enough without.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Eat. It will not upset me. One way or another, his body will be reincorporated into the world. Either through you, me, or the countless other creatures looking for meat.\"\n\nLo frowned down at the body, a thought nagging at her.\n\n\"Humanoids often put the bodies of the dead into wooden boxes and put them underground. Why do you not just place the body underground by itself so it will be reincorporated quicker? Land dweller customs are still so strange to me. I wish I could learn more. However, whenever I try...\"\n\nLo gestures to the body before her.\n\n\"They do not take kindly to me.\"" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "\"They are strange.\" Shaye replied with a shrug, as if the statement was all one could need for an answer.\n\nWith no offense now given, she gleefully tore into the soft flesh she held, her chin immediately coated with a trail of thick liver-blood. An appreciative hum filled the silence as she savored the taste of her favourite meal.\n\n\"Mmm, but they can be enjoyable.\" She continued. \"A treat as food, a delightful mood, they ebb and flow, come and go, they love, they cry, all doomed to die.\"\n\nShe gave a soft sigh, enjoying the opportunity for speech. To paint with words the tapestry of life. And mortal life! Mmm, there were few finer subject. So tumultuous, brief, chaotic and violent. So beautiful in all its hues.\n\n\"Perhaps that is why they put their dead in boxes.\" She mused. \"To try to hold onto their fragile existence a little longer. To rage and fight against their ultimate fates. A beautiful, if futile struggle.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo watched her as she ate. Messy. Not like Lo can say anything; she's not exactly a clean eater. But with her larger mouth, she can take larger bites and get more of the blood actually in her mouth. Shaye here was getting blood all over her face. Thick, rich, black blood...\n\nLo had the strangest inclination to lick Shaye's face. You know, so no blood would go to waste. She has a feeling Shaye wouldn't appreciate the gesture, though, so she does not.\n\n\"I have befriended a few land dwellers before. But they never stick around. They always have somewhere to be, or they lose interest, or I offend them in some way. My interactions are often just watching from afar so they do not become afraid or aggressive. In a way, I envy you. You could pass as human to them. You could walk among them freely. I can not.\"\n\n\"Despite how short their lifespan is and how poor hunters they are in comparison, I find myself fascinated by them and their ways of life. So bizarre and convoluted, yet intriguing and compelling.\"" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "Shaye nodded in her agreement, sharp teeth making short work of each bite and leaving her somewhat free to continue their conversation without spilling food. Something that Livia had been so clearly upset by that Shaye swore never to do it again.\n\n\"They are interesting. Bright. Vibrant. They feel.. Hmm... They feel less than fae, I think, or less intesely. But with more... Purpose?\"\n\nShe mused on the thought, considering the humans that she had seen, met, and spoken with. Lo was right, Shaye Could Blend in relatively easily. Her teeth could set some on edge but oftentimes people preferred not to ask, not to know the answer.\n\n\"I like to watch them dance.\" She said quietly. \"It is very... Different. Deliberate? They put strange rules and order into everything. Perhaps Livia could explain better, she is a little closer to them in those ways.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo changed position, sitting more comfortably on the sand with a sigh. The night was still young. Crickets were chirping in the distance, waves were crashing, and two sea monsters sat over a fresh corpse. Quite the relaxing atmosphere.\n\n\"Livia. Who is that? A friend of yours? Mm... No. I can tell. I see it in your eyes when you say their name. They are someone special to you. I would love to meet them.\"\n\n\"I have watched humans dance before. Once, they held a festival on the beach. They brought out a lot of sweet-smelling foods and liquid that burned when I stole some to drink. Alcohol, they called it. Played music on fancy instruments and danced with fervor. As the night wore on, the dancing slowed, and they split into partners. Each person dancing with their special one. It was mesmerizing to watch. They all looked to be having so much fun. I wish I could have joined.\"" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "\"She is a friend. And she is more, else. She is... She is Livia.\" She said, ending with a little shrug.\n\nThe dynamic seemed to confuse some people. Especially humans. But to Shaye they needed no particular term to define what they were to each other they were just... Them. Sea Glass and her Little Red.\n\n\"We are separated for now.\" Shaye explained, glancing across the long stretch of sea. \"But perhaps one day I could.\"\n\nHer head tilted as the merfolk continued, describing some human festival. Shaye had been to some before, but mortals seemed to hold different customs everywhere and would celebrate for any of a dozen reasons. It was one of their more endearing traits.\n\n\"Would you like to?\" Shaye asked, curious. \"I have whiskey, wine, and the pan pipes are easy to dance with.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"One day, perhaps. It is always nice to make new friends. Perhaps in the meantime, we could be friends. You seem quite nice. I have known few Kelpies before, but they were aggressive. Different from you, I believe. You say you are from a swamp. The ones I meet dwelled in the open sea. Perhaps I encroached on their territory, because they came at me with the intent to kill. It is a shame I had to kill them first. To cut short the life of one so magnificent is always a disappointment.\"\n\n\"Oh, are you asking me to dance? I would love to! I have watched them very closely while they danced, so I believe I know how it is done. Also, I am assuming whiskey and wine are a kind of alcohol yes? What is the purpose of drinking it? It doesn't taste very good... And my body recognized it as a type of poison so i didn't drink very much.\"" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "\"The purpose?\" The kelipe asked, grin now stained with red as she licked the last of the blood from her fingers. \"The purpose is to enjoy! To revel, delight, celebrate, and to live!\"\n\nHer eyes gleamed once more, shining with the fae's inner delight. To celebrate was to live, and Shaye literally shone with her enthusiasm for life. And further... Lo had met other Kelpies out to see?! She had nearly to restrain herself from leaping immediately into the waves to search.\n\n\"I have never met others who enjoyed the sea. Of my kind, at least. Some sirens, some mortals who sail the waves instead of stride them. But none who... Mmm...\"\n\nShe glanced up to the moon's soft glow above, eyes distant and thoughtful at the idea." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo gazed blankly at Shaye for a moment, tilting her head to side slightly. Obviously the point of the dancing was to enjoy it and celebrate. She knew that. But how did drinking foul tasting liquid help that?\n\n\"I don't understand. How does drinking poison help you celebrate? Does it not hurt you? Do some people enjoy the taste? Or maybe the poison does something to your mind. Like how some kin will deliberately consume pufferfish poison to enjoy the effects it has on the mind. Is it like that?\"\n\nLo spots Shaye's enthusiasm upon hearing about Sea Kelpies. In truth, she finds it rather odd that she's never encountered one before. Then again, they are few and far between.\n\n\"You will likely find them if you search far and deep enough. They only made themselves known to me purposefully, so I've likely missed them before while they remained hidden.\"\n\nLo stood up and stretched, gazing out towards the sea. All this talk of kin has made her remember her sisters. She never truly knew them. Her siblings hatched earlier than her and set off while Lo was still maturing. She had never encountered them in all the wide oceans... Or perhaps she did and simply didn't recognize them. That thought made her strangely sad." }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "\"I suppose, in a way.\" Shaye said, with a mirthful chuckle. \"For humans and others of mortal-kind at least. Among fae it is no poison to drink our wine, or whiskey. Would you like to try?\"\n\nShe rose, using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth clean. Still savoring the taste of her meal, she followed Lo's gaze and began to hum. Quiet at first, but then picking up in volume and rhythm until she seemed to hit upon a beat that felt... Right.\n\nHer voice seemed to subtly shift, as though harmonizing with itself as her foot tapped along on the sand. As she softly began to sang she stepped forward, feet light upon the sand as she danced on the shoreline.\n\n\"Will Lo by moon's soft silver glow,\nDance with me in blood-red flow?\nBy ocean's edge, in ebon grace,\nStep quickly now to keep apace.\n\nWords and music, trip from tongue\nSong of depths from siren sung,\nWine to drink, and bottle kiss\nReel with me, while friends we miss\n\nThe tides shall hum, the stars will shine\nThey'll watch our revel, yours and mine\nOn shores we step, and high we leap\nDance with me Lo, and closely keep.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo turned to face her again as she offered to share the drink. Perhaps this is how she plans to pay Lo back for the meal. Who is Lo to refuse? \"Alright, I will drink with you Shaye.\"\n\nLo turned to face her as she began to sing, listening intently to her words. It sounds ethereally beautiful, and almost familiar in a strange way. Lo attempts to follow her steps as she dances, but she is not nearly as coordinated as she is. Her long lanky body may be a thing of beauty in the ocean, but on land it is slow and clumsy. Either way, she still tried her best.\n\nAs Shaye's song picked up and grew more predictable, Lo began to hum along with it. As she finished her final verse, Lo began to sing. Unfamiliar with common, music craft, she was tempted to sing in Abyssal. But she tried to come up with something similar to what Shaye was singing.\n\n\"Tides lay low and stars hang high,\nBlood will flow from hearts torn wide...\"\n\n\"Um... Hand in hand tonite we sing\nFor next night we know will bring\nStruggle, grief and fear once more,\nAs blood again shall stain the shore...\"\n\nLo giggles to herself and stops dancing for a moment, turning to Shaye with a big grin.\n\n\"I am sorry, my words are not as beautiful as yours. My part was rather grim and sad, wasn't it? I'm not used to singing in common.\"" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "Shaye grinned wide with glee, her hands clapping delightedly together at Lo's own verse. The willingness to make the attempt more than making up for any unfamiliarity with composing.\n\n\"It was lovely.\" She said, still smiling. \"I'm an unseelie fae, almost all of our songs get grim or sad or both.\"\n\nShe lets her own swift-stepping slow, settling back until eventually she stills. Drawing in a full breath of fresh sea-air she sighs happily in the evening chill.\n\n\"Company is worth far more than a meal.\" She said. \"I find myself increasingly indebted.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo giggles happily at the praise, it's not often that she receives genuine compliments. Plus, she made her new friend smile. She likes making people smile. It's certainly a nice change of pace from the fear she usually causes.\n\n\"I am glad you like it! But I liked your part better.\" Lo stops her dancing as well, slowing to a stop with her feet in the water.\n\n\"Debt? There is no debt. You owe me nothing. If it helps, I enjoy your company as well. Though, if you insist, maybe you could join me in the waters so I could show you how my kind sings. It is very different from how other people do. You may not understand the meaning, but I think you may enjoy it anyway.\"\n\nLo holds out a hand to Shaye, taking another step deeper into the waves." }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "Shaye stretched her hand out to Lo, following pleasantly along. It had turned into quite the night. A dance, a meal, some company, and now a song?\n\n\"Mmm, below the waters?\" She ventured to guess. \"I've heard some sirens sing so, the sound is different.\"\n\nShe waded quickly into deeper waters, making not even a reflexive attempt to gasp air before plunging below the waterline and breathing the water with just as much ease.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo swam deeper into the water, just until she reaches the shelf break. An undersea cliff dropping into the vast abyss below. She stands on the very edge. She looks different in the ocean. More composed, natural, and confident. Her movements are much more fluid and purposeful.\n\nShe starts off slow, humming a low tune. As she does, she dances along the edge of the shelf break. Twirling and spinning as her feet trace and sandy drop-off.\n\nThen she finally begins to sing. She sings in a bizarre form of Abyssal (an already bizarre language). It sounds like low warbling whale call. It's haunting and ethereal, carrying through the water almost supernaturally. As she sings, the water starts to swirl and churn in unnatural ways, ebbing in and out in time with her singing. Eventually, she ends her song with a low quite whine and the ocean calms once more. When she finishes, she turns to Shaye and gives her a bow." }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "A little more still this time, Shaye kept quiet as Lo swirled and drew the waters around them. But her eyes gleamed even brighter at this performance than the last, her smile was subtle but conveyed a deep appreciation for this eerie beauty.\n\n\"That was... Beautiful.\" She said at last, giving a grateful nod of her head and squeezing her eyes shut to help convey the depth of emotion. \"I am not... It is rare outside our kind for someone to share something like that.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo smiles gleefully at Shaye, showing all her teeth in a grin that would be disconcerting to anyone else.\n\n\"It is a very special dialect of Abyssal. The oldest dialect, in fact. The Mother's Tongue, we call it. With it, we are able to speak directly with Mother Ocean. Precious few of my kind can speak it. With it I am able to ask Mother Ocean for favors as one of her children. The way the waters moved while I sang? That was Mother showing her appreciation! She likes it when I sing for her.\"" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "Shaye hummed softly once more, trying to at least follow the warbling tune, even if the vocalisation would be beyond her. For a moment she had it, but soon enough she gave up with a little chuckle.\n\n\"Mmm, well beyond me I think.\" She said. \"Though we have had something similar, a rare talent for us as well.\"\n\nShe trailed her hand through the water carefully, voice sleeping into a haunting verse of Sylvan with that same odd self-harmony again. As she sang, the water twisted about her, twining around her form and slipping through her fingers. But only immediately behind her.\n\n\"I had none to learn it from.\" She finally admitted, the water stilling again as she sighed with a little burst of bubbles. \"It feels like it could be more, but this was all I was able to manage teaching myself.\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo tilted her head with interest as Shaye sang ethereal manner. It was unfamiliar to her, different from anything she's ever heard before. It was utterly captivating.\n\n\"What a beautiful melody. It sounds so unfamiliar to me, I'd love to hear more! I hope you find someone to teach you, or perhaps you could even find out how to sing even more on your own with enough practice.\"\n\n\"Shaye, the more I learn about you, the more alike I feel we are. Maybe... Maybe we could be more than just friends. I feel as if there was a special term for it in common...\"\n\nLo thinks for a moment, trying to recall a conversation she overheard a long while ago. Suddenly it struck her, and she beamed at Shaye with a big goofy (and terrifying) grin.\n\n\"Best friends!\"" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "The kelpie arched one thin brow at the comment, but her slight grin undercut the usual severity of the expression. Lo certainly progressed things quickly. But... There was a certain kinship here. A similarity and shared joy.\n\nAnd most of all, Shaye was used to acting swiftly on instinct herself.\n\n\"Should you cross any others of my kind.\" She said, still smiling but once again lapsing into strange formality. \"You may tell them that Shaye Uisge has named you friend.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo let out her characteristic bubbly giggle. It feels good to make friends! Perhaps this day could be salvaged after all. She lost one friend and gained another. Sure it isn't a gain, but at least it's not a loss!\n\n\"Yay! Friends!\"\n\nThen there is a sudden burst of motion from Lo, swimming forwards at high speed, completely blindsiding Shaye. She wraps her long arms around her in a big strong hug. Shaye suddenly finds her face pressed against Lo's featureless chest. While she's down there, she would her the irregular heart beats of her two hearts. Beating slightly out of sync. Though in truth that's hard to hear over her giggle fit." }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "Shaye blinked with startlement at the unexpected speed, more than the embrace itself. Once the initial rush ended and they drifted softly with Lo holding Shaye to her chest, she stiffened momentarily. Shaye had enjoyed plenty of pleasant times. With mortals, with the few other faekind they had met, with other creatures fantastical and rare.\n\nBut only with Livia, her Little Red, was she... Tender. She had hugged before, sometimes even in purely platonic manner, but something about the sudden rush, and perhaps a little irritation at the obvious disparity of their heights, made it uncomfortable still.\n\n\"I... Hmm... Well I suppose this once.\" She finally conceded, relaxing and softly wrapping her arms around the merfolk in a loose hug.\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo holds her there for a moment before she realizes that she is making Shaye uncomfortable. She releases her grip on her and swims back a small distance.\n\n\"Ah! I am sorry about that! That was very rude of me. I should have asked before hugging you, instead of just doing it like that. It has just been a very long time since someone called me their friend. I got very excited.\"\n\n\"...So what do we do now? What do friends do? Talk to each other? Go places? I... Don't really know. Most people I've called friends I've never met again after we parted. The ones I did, we just kept talking. Is there... Something you want to talk about?\"\n\nLo is suddenly feeling quite awkward. Her inexperience is showing. Most people she sees together at the beach are clearly more than friends. She doesn't think that friends touch each other and kiss like that... Do they? Is... Is that what land dweller friends do?" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "\"You shared your hunt, you danced with me, you repaid one song with another. I have met few more polite than you.\" Shaye said, accepting the distance but smiling again. \"And a friend is excused some over eagerness.\"\n\nSome mortals had attempted similar things, before Shaye had named them friend. It had not ended well. But for such a pleasant meeting, Shaye could make this allowance.\n\n\"Hmm, well I have some travels ahead but no great rush. I can pass a day or two- do you live here? You said the mor- the land dwellers are rude, but perhaps somewhere nearby?\"\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Oh! Yes I have home near here. If you will follow me, I'll show it to you. It is deep enough under the water that no land dweller will find it and hidden enough that most seafolk will miss it. Follow!\"\n\nLo turns and swims away, off into the blue, swimming down off the shelf break. She swims quite a distance down. The pressure can be felt, but it is not as intense as the bottom of the sea. She makes her way over to a rocky wall covered in seaweed. She pushes it aside like a curtain, revealing a hollow in the wall, a naturally forming small cave. Lo swims in, holding it open for Shaye to follow.\n\nHer home is... Humble, to say the least. One of the cave's walls is lined with trinkets from the land. Metal silverware, coins, brushes, and other things. Miraculously, there is a single perfectly maintained blue dress among them. Along the other wall are trophies from Lo's hunts. Shark teeth, narwhal horns, chucks of shell, along with several fantastical and unidentifiable teeth and horns. Laying along the ground is a bed of seaweed. Interestingly, there is a single bright pink anemone on a rock in the corner.\n\n\"This is my home! It isn't much. I do not stay here very often. But it is where I keep my stuff. Oh! And the anemone is my friend. His name is-\"\n\nLo makes a short chirping call in abyssal.\n\n\"I think it translates to Little Friend in common.\"" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "With swift strokes through the water, Shaye followed behind. Clearly pleased to not need to slow herself as she cut through the sea.\n\nShe paused at the threshold of the cave for a moment, taking in the interior and as Lo continued to hold the seaweed to the side she drifted slowly in to examine it further.\n\nShe rarely swam this down herself, the odd pressure around made her feel a little short of breath, but it was still manageable enough not to cause any real discomfort.\n\n\"My greetings, Little Friend.\" Shaye said, giving a little nod to the wavering pink tendrils. \"Hmm... It is an interesting home you have, more fascinating than most of the mortal houses I have visited.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo looked around at the humble space before looking back at Shaye, a little interested. She'd never been inside a land dweller's home before. Even with the few land dwellers she had befriended, her six hour time limit and the fact she is always dripping water made it inconvenient.\n\n\"Is it? I've never been inside a land house before. Even a friends. They do not like that I drip water everywhere and that I am so tall I'd hit my head on the doorways. What are they like inside? Are the big? What is everything made of? What things do they have inside? Do they have a lot of rooms?\"\n\nLo rapid fires questions at Shaye with genuine curiosity. She realizes she may accidentally overwhelm her, so she stops... Even though she still has more questions. She looks to her seaweed bed and frowns. Only enough room for one. Unless Shaye wanted to cuddle, Lo would have to find somewhere else to sleep." }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "\"Mmmm, Livia can get a little cross when I drip on the floor too. Though I... Don't have that problem with doorways.\"\n\nShe looked rather upset about this fact as she once again looked Lo over, head to toe, and examined the woman's height with a touch of envy. It was less obvious underwater, height being a little more malleable here, but even so...\n\n\"Hmm... The houses are big but they have littler rooms in them. Feel a little too small for me usually.\"\n\nShe liked to have room to pace, and to shift into her other form if she needed to. The close confines of many houses could be... Unnerving." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Ah? Why are looking at me like that? Did I upset you? You don't look very happy. You keep looking at me up and down... Do you... Not like my dress..?\"\n\nLo looks down at her outfit. It's in pretty rough shape, all torn up and soiled with blood. She fiddles with the torn strap on it and frowns. Then she looks over at the other dress.\n\n\"I guess I could wear the other one. But I save that for special occasions. I guess this counts as special...\"\n\nLo muses to herself in her misunderstanding of the situation. Shaye's outfit was pretty. Maybe shaye could show her where she gets her pretty clothes...?" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "\"Mmm, well it is a little torn, but that happens.\" Shaye said, giving a little shrug. \"There's some towns around, want me to get you another?\"\n\nIt would be an easy enough trip to make, she still had some coins taken off of one of her previous encounters with a mortal. Enough for new clothes certainly, and it wouldn't hurt to have another set or two for herself.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo looked at her in amazement. She was offering to buy her a dress? For free? That was so kind! But... Did she have the storage space for that? Looking around, she only had space for the one dress on the wall...\n\n\"You would do that? That's so nice! But... Are you sure that's not too many? Where am I going to find the time to wear three dresses? Also, I don't have much space to store clothes here. I mostly just wear this one or nothing at all. I only wore this one because I was meeting that land dweller in person today. Land dwellers are very weirdly insistent about wearing clothing like that.\"" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "She gave an understanding nod to that. Mortals had some very strange hangups about that kind of thing. It wasn't that Shaye didn't enjoy wearing a nice outfit from time to time, something to accentuate, a skirt to twirl in dance, pants with beautiful patterning, but mortals seemed to want to wear them All The time.\n\n\"Mm, they have their customs. We all do.\" She said. \"But clothes will store fine, I keep a few with me too and that's just in a bag.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Alright, if you insist. It would be rude to refuse your offer if you are being so kind. Oh I must get you something too! Since I can not follow you up to land to buy the outfit, I will hunt a trophy for you! I'll make sure to get you something very special.\"\n\n\"Oh, that reminds me! Do your kind sleep? I know that there are certain people who can go without sleep for a very long time. I myself have to sleep at least once every cycle or my instinct dull. If you need to sleep, you can use my bed there! It is cozier than it looks. I will find somewhere else to sleep. I do not think you would appreciate me being so close to you.\"\n\n\"...I am also told I look scary when I sleep. I think it's because I don't have eyelids like land dwellers.\"" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "\"Mmm, I sometimes don't when spending the night with company. But yes we do need to.\" Shaye replied, glancing about the room again before looking critically at the bed. \"Mmm... Looks like plenty of space for two to me. Cold down this far anyway, nice to have someone to warm you up.\"\n\nOne of her less-favoured aspects of travelling. One night outside of towns with the solitude of her thoughts to enjoy a quiet evening could be nice. Two became a little uncomfortable. More than that? Well, Shaye didn't particularly enjoy feeling lonely." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo looked at with a curious smile. That sounded like an invitation to cuddle to Lo. Strange, considering her earlier showcase of discomfort during Lo's sudden hug. Perhaps it's because she didn't expect it? Or maybe it's because of the cold... Either way, Lo was excited at the prospect of spending the night with Shaye in her arms.\n\nLo was about to swim over to the bed when she looked down and realized she was still wearing her torn up dress. Earlier, Shaye didn't seem to mind the thought of nudity, Lo herself certainly didn't care. So she just shed the dress and left it on the floor. She poked a bit at the knife wound, testing it to see if it bled. It did slightly, but not enough to warrant worry.\n\nLo moved over to the bed and laid down, arms outstretched to welcome Shaye.\n\n\"I promise I can warm you up! I am good at keeping warm, and my chest is quite a bit softer than my scales.\"" }, { "author": "Shaye Uisge", "message": "Glancing for only a moment before shedding her own shirt and skirt, Shaye drifted over by Lo. Close like this she was reminded again of the difference in their height, a difference that still bothered Shaye after years of teasing by her family.\n\nSo she perhaps let herself drift a little higher up so that they were eye-level as she reached the merfolk with a small sinister little smile.\n\n\"Mmm, be careful not to prod that too much.\" She said, nodding to the wound. \"You'll make me hungry again.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo giggled and grinned at Shaye, she gently ran a clawed hand through her hair, scratching her scalp with sharp claws.\n\n\"Oh no, I wouldn't want that would I? Totally not! I definitely do not want you to bite with those pretty teeth of yours!\"\n\n\"...That was a 'sarcasm'...I think. From what I've gathered, it's when you say the opposite of what you mean. So, in reality, I Do Want you to bite me with your pretty teeth. Calling your teeth pretty wasn't a sarcasm though. I meant that.\"\n\n\"I feel like I'm explaining this too much. I am going to stop talking now.\"" } ]	179	9,640
95.192982	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Settling into Miller Dale proved stressful and troublesome, but Velir Silivasti expected nothing less.\n\nWhen the Harrow Docked in Miller Dale after two miserable months at sea, Lir slipped even more coins to its captain. This had been the only vessel that was willing to take them on such short notice, and Lir needed to get his employer and himself off the ship as quietly as possible. \n\nAt night. The fewer people around, the better it would be for everyone. Perhaps, though, it might cause a bit of a fuss and attract a few curious eyes to them. Lir risked it, however, hoping that all would turn out well for them, and that they would have a stroke of luck at last.\n\nThe Harrow's Captain was only too happy to see the end of them and wished bandits and thieves upon them and curses upon their mothers. Lir fumed at this insult to his mother, but he had more urgent business. He greased a few more palms to get their crates onto a wagon and over to a handsome seaside cottage.\n\nAt any rate, they had now arrived at the cottage, with what belongings they had managed to collect, in mostly one piece. (Lir had lost a couple bits of himself along the way, and he knew there was no getting them back.) They had wrestled their several crates of luggage into the cottage. \n\nThe horse was in his stall. The horse's barding, however, owing to a manic frenzy of unpacking from Lir's employer the previous night, was currently in the parlour. A chanfron laid on the hastily-acquired yellow settee that both Lir and his lord agreed was terribly ugly. \n\n\"Really can't stand that settee,\" Lir grumbled as he buttoned up his waistcoat and picked up the walking-stick leaning on the wall next to a crate stuffed with books. Lir slid his tailcoat on, then glanced again at the unfortunate-looking piece of furniture.\n\n\"Hmm. I do suppose it could give the place character, though,\" He mused.\n\nDeftly stepping around bits of mess to avoid tangling his ankles in the packing-straw and the leather straps of a few stray pieces of armour, Lir strode towards the door, placed his hand on the handle, and listened to the cottage for a few moments.\n\nFrom upstairs came the gentle scraping of wood on wood and the occasional clatter of a slat on the floor. \n\n\"Ah, good, he's putting the bed together,\" Lir murmured as he flicked the latch and slipped out the door into the front garden. After locking the door behind him, Lir walked through the front fence gate and into the cool early morning streets of Miller Dale whilst humming a soft cheerful song to himself.\n\nLir strolled along the riverside road, watching the waters burble along below him. As the town awoke, voices stippled the air, underlined by the constant flow of the water and the occasional brush of a late summer breeze.\n\nAfter wandering a bit further along the riverbank, Lir settled himself on an iron bench under a tree to observe the place they had suddenly been forced to call home, at least for the moment. He watched boats lumber along the river with their cargo, water splashing against their sides. A dwarven labourer pushed along a cart of hops headed for a brewery, its wheels rumbling along the neatly-swept cobblestones. A nearby bakery was beginning its daily bread baking, contributing a homey, yeasty aroma to the smells of the busy water and the late-summer flowers perfuming the air.\n\nLir set his walking-stick against his leg, reached into his inner coat-pocket, and pulled out the map of Miller Dale he had gotten the other afternoon from a young woman who had also sold him a few loaves of bread. He unfolded the piece of paper and studied it. Lir was looking for nothing in particular, at least nothing that the map in his hands could provide.\n\nWhat he sought was an anchor. The past several years had been abysmal chaos, and, while Miller Dale offered far less darkness, the sudden flinging of the two of them into this pretty provincial place was still, in its little idyllic way, overwhelming." }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-Walking around near the river parasol in hand was a lanky man who had a butterfly beside him. Each step he took sounded like hard crystal hitting the ground.-`\n\n`-The man must have not noticed Lir as he sat down beside him. When you look at him, you can only see the what was beyond the face, which was covered in shadow.-`" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "`-The butterfly is fluttering beside the man carried a lamp with a blue crystal inside of it. It seemed to be made of glass..-`" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "At first, the map in his hands distracted Lir from the newcomer. He studied each word he saw carefully, drawing a finger under every letter as he sounded the words out to himself in a whisper. The Singing Shepherd. The Fox and Flagon. The Amethyst Theatre. Highwater Keep. Palladium Park (which sounded a promising trip today).\n\nThe crystalline footsteps did, eventually, attract his attention as their jingling sparkled louder and louder. When the crystalline footsteps eventually ceased, Lir glanced up as the younger man with the parasol sat beside him on the bench.\n\n\"Oh! I'm terribly sorry, my young fellow!\" Lir moved his walking-stick out of the way so that Hakuzaishi might sit unimpeded on the bench next to him. \"Didn't mean to take up this much space.\"\n\nLie tilted his head as the glittery little butterfly with its tiny lamp fluttered about, the morning light reflecting prettily off its glassy wings.\n\n\"My goodness, do you see that?\" He asked the young man with the parasol. \"That is... Well, it's a little wonderment, is what it is.\"\n\nLir leaned back, the map settling into his lap as he gazed at the beautiful little butterfly. \"I say, are these little fellows normally seen hereabouts?\" He asked the young man with the parasol." }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-The man sat silently. Though he did acknowledged the the man's existance. He moved the parasol up, revealing a doll-like face which had cracked in many areas. His bright blue and red eyes glow under the shadow of the parasol.-`" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "「• It is alright, really. I should be the one apologizing as I have not noticed you when sitting down . 」\n\n`-The butterfly spoke.. It seems to be speaking for the man.-`" }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-The man then created another one like the butterfly that just spoke. He let it perch on his finger. He nods at Lir's question when it was asked.-`" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "The tall young man's initial silence stymied Lir, who crumpled the left side of the map in his hand. His own greying brows furrowing, he studied Haku's face. The cracks. The odd-coloured eyes. \n\nThe unmistakable mark of thaumaturgy, in some way.\n\nMagic.\n\nLir shuddered and shifted a few millimeters further away from the man next to him. He inhaled deeply and then swallowed nervously.\n\nBut this is a new world. What else might he see, and what other powers might he not see?\n\nThis is hardly a time to be rude.\n\nWhen the apology came, though, Lir wasn't quite sure where to look. At the tall man with the parasol at his side? Or at the butterfly with its little lamp? \n\nAnd then there was yet another butterfly! Lovely though they were, Lir had never seen the like. His left hand curled around the handle of his walking-stick until his knuckles paled.\n\nLir's one-eyed gaze flitted from the man with the parasol, to the butterfly with the lamp, to the second butterfly that had suddenly appeared, and then finally back to the butterfly with the lamp, who seemed to be the speaker.\n\n\"I, ah...\" Lir leaned forward, studying Charon. \"Do I... Who ought I speak to?\"" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "🦋 -「• My master does not prefer to speak. All that I say are his responses to you. Though at this moment, you are currently speaking to me. You can tell a difference by the way I speak.」\n\n`-The butterfly's tone shifted, it was now a rather femanine tone as it spoke.-`" }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-He was a rather.. Unnerving young man. He does not show any form of emotion on his face at all. Staring at it almost feels like he is staring into your soul.-`" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"I... I see.\"\n\nLir certainly saw. He saw quite similarly. His own occupation frequently required him to perform a function rather like Charon's.\n\n\"Only, I mean... What would you... He... Prefer?\" Lir inquired. He glanced between Charon and Haku.\n\n\"In general, it's best to look at the person whom you happen to be addressing.\" Lir folded up the map and slipped it back into his coat pocket. \"That has been my experience, at least.\" Lir exhaled.\n\nAfter everything, here he was, in a gorgeous place, next to a tall silent young man with a parasol, and talking to what was apparently this man's voice in the form of a little butterfly.\n\n\"Eye contact is rather important. Ought I to look at you, or your young man here?\" \n\nLir glanced at Haku, then sighed. \"My deepest apologies if I come across as rude; I don't mean to. I'm simply rather new here, and I'm thus unfamiliar with how life works here.\"" }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-The man put a hand on his chin, thinking on what to say.. He then opened his eyes.-`" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "`-The butterfly swapped to a male's voice again.-`\n\n「• I do not mind this at all. I have beee in a lot worse situations. And what would I pefer... Hm. You may address me as \"Haku\".」\n\n`-The butterfly then swapped to a female voice-`\n\n「• And you may call me \"Charon\" To make things easier. 」" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Ah,\" Lir said again. He looked at the young man. \"Haku, then,\" He said, and then turned back to the butterfly. \"And Charon. So, two of you.\"\n\nLir gripped the handle of his walking-stick stick again. \"Oh! My apologies again, Haku, Charon.\" He made certain to look at Haku when he addressed the young man, and not Charon. Lir did not like people speaking to him as though his employer wasn't present when he was, so acknowledging Haku as a person, even if he was incapable of speech, felt the right way to go about the interaction.\n\nLir smiled–genuine, but a little uncertain all the same. Haku and Charon were unique, at least to him. \"I failed to introduce myself. I am Velir Silivasti. Call me Lir, though, please.\" He tentatively reached out a hand to Haku, offering a handshake." }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-Haku would take his hand gently. His hand was rather hard and cold.-`\n\n`-He would shake his hand, seemingly being careful of something as it was a bit slow.-`" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "「• Nice to meet you then, Lir.」\n\n`-The butterfly flutters around the two slowly before perching onto Haku's arm.-`" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"A pleasure, Haku,\" Lir grinned.\n\nThe handshake was likely awkward for the both of them–Lir tensed a bit at the coldness of Haku's skin. He noted the care that Haku took with his grip, and he made sure he held the other man's hand gently.\n\nNot that Lir could, in fact, grasp tightly with that hand–the missing ring and little fingers weakened his grip considerably.\n\n\"Lovely to make your acquaintances, Haku, Charon.\" Lir dropped his hand, then gestured to it. \"Don't mind that. Lost them in a bet with a troll. Never Gamble with trolls, my dear boy.\"" }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-He would nod, noting what he had said and his hand which was missing two fingers.-`\n\n`-When he let go, Haku would pull his long, blonde, crystal-like hair back and combing it with his fingers. -`" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "「• That is rather tragic.. But that can serve as a lesson to some gamblers.」\n\n`-The butterfly mentioned, now having no lamp as it put it down on the ground.-`" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir laughed. \"Indeed, that it would. Perhaps I ought to become a cautionary tale about the evils of gaming?\"\n\nAs Haku drew his hair back, Lir asked, \"So tell me. Are the two of you of this place? I've only just arrived myself. My employer, as well. We're getting settled in, and all that. Haven't gotten a real feel for the town yet. Any insight you might be able to provide? Any reputable shops to patronize or gambling dens or other such dens of iniquity to avoid?\" Lir grinned, waving his walking-stick about innocuously as he spoke." }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "「• Not at all.」\n\n`-The butterfly said-`\n\n「• I am merely a wanderer, though I may tell you about the places as I do know that. 」" }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-The man went closer to Lir. Point at various locations-`" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "`-The butterfly spoke for him to explain everything-`" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir listened intently as Haku, through Charon, pointed out a few places of interest.\n\n\"Thank you indeed for your insight!\" He said when Haku finished his explanations.\n\n\"So is that what brings you here, then? Wandering through?\" Lir tilted his head. \"Any particular reason for your wandering? If that's not too impertinent a question.\"" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "「• Yes, yss. I am wandering... The reason is rather personal though.」\n\n`-Said the butterfly as it perched on Haku's shoulder-`" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Ah, I understand,\" Lir said. \"Are you searching for something in particular? Or simply enjoying new experiences?\"\n\nAs the two men spoke, a younger fellow darted past them, pushing a wheelbarrow full of rocks freshly carved from a quarry. As the wheelbarrow careened past, it struck a bump in the cobblestones. A rock shot out of the wheelbarrow, heading right towards Lir and Haku." }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "「• You can say.. I was searching for something in particular.」\n\n`-The butterfly said.-`" }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-Haku notices the rock, then he would summon a butterfly to cut the rock in half. The butterfly shattered, though it cut through the rock and stopped it frim going closer-`" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Oh, was there anything in particular that you might need help with fi–\"\n\nLir was uncertain of what actually cut him off... The rock flying towards them, or the sudden appearance of a glass butterfly slicing towards that rock. Or that little glass butterfly cleanly cutting the rock in half.\n\nAt any rate, Lir was left sitting on the bench, eyes wide. The young man carelessly thrusting the wheelbarrow forward stopped as well, staring at Haku.\n\n\"You ought to be more careful, young man,\" Lir admonished the boy. His voice, though, was tight.\n\nThe young man, eyes wide, nodded and pushed the wheelbarrow away far more carefully than he had previously pushed it.\n\n\"So, ah, Charon isn't your only butterfly?\" Lir stared at one of the halves of rock that had rolled next to his boot, then bent down and picked it up. A few tiny shards of glass still sparkled within." }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "🦋 ~ 「• Not at all, my master has the ability to create more of my kind. Though limited, when used correctly can cut through metal objects clean.」\n\n`-Charon said. Unfazed by what the man did.-`" }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-He would be staring at the two with his doll-like eyes. It is rather unnerving in nature from his expressionless face.-`" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "「• That man really needs to be careful on that.. I only cut it in half because I am rather frail.」" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"I see. So, Haku created you, then, Charon?\" Lir turned the sliced rock around in his hands, watching the tiny crystals and shards glitter in the early morning light.\n\nHe looked at Haku. \"So, Haku, how does one come to learn this sort of... Magic?\" The last word stuck a bit in Lir's throat. Magic, in Lir's experience, frequently, if not always, led to ruin, and thus was generally something to avoid. \n\nHaku's gaze, while certainly unnerving with its inexpressiveness, was one Lir had seen on others. It reminded him of that frightening primal terror that sometimes never leaves the soul.\n\n\"He certainly ought to be more careful,\" Lir remarked to Charon. \"And, to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure I would define cleaving a rock in twain as frail.\" Lir laughed nervously. \"Not a feat I could manage, most assuredly.\"" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "🦋 ~ 「• Yes, yes, he had created me.」" }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-Haku looked back at Lir before twirling his parasol.-`" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "`-Charon then swapped to a masculine voice.-`\n\n「• Trial and error.. Mostly. And that frail comment? It is reffering to myself. Like my appearance, I am made of glass. I can easily shatter to many peices if I am not careful.」\n\n`-Haku stated through Charon.-`" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"So no sort of schooling? At an academy?\" Lir slid the sliced rock into his pocket to show his employer later.\n\nThe comment about... Glass, though, stopped Lir. He had, of course, noted Haku's unusual appearance, but commenting on that sort of thing was terribly rude.\n\n\"Pardon me a moment. Did you say you were... Made of Glass?\" Lir blinked. That explained the coolness of Haku's hand, and the delicateness of his handshake, and perhaps even the stoniness of his expression.\n\n\"So are you... A golem, then?\" Lir asked, unable to think of any other type of extant creature that might be made of glass. He tilted his head at Haku's twirling parasol. \"And does the parasol help with... Something?\" Lir wondered if Haku needed to shield himself from the sun for some reason. Or perhaps he used it to shield himself from falling items. Of course, Haku might simply just be fond of carrying a parasol. That, too, was a perfectly legitimate explanation, the simplest, in fact, and thus most likely to be correct.\n\nLir paused. \"My apologies if my line of questioning is inappropriate,\" He said. \"But it is rather unusual to meet someone made of glass. As a matter of fact, this is a first for me.\" Lir laughed. Of course, perhaps Haku wasn't telling the truth about that–-Lir's own claim of having lost his fingers in a bet was a fairly obvious lie–-but Haku certainly Looked To be made of glass, and Lir currently had no reason to doubt him.\n\nLir examined the area around them. Generally peaceful, with the residents going about their morning business. The flying rock was a fluke. But the place was full of fruit trees. What if an apple were to fall on Haku? Or little Charon, whom Lir surmised was even frailer than her companion?" }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-He would soon move the parasol out of the way, now showing himself in full light. He was very reflective of course, he was a tad too bright to even look at him. He then moves it back where his body is now shaded.-`" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "[It is alright... A golem would not be farfetched.. If it was not a curse. I am a human.. Just one cursed to be made of glass. It also cursed me to not feel any emotions of sorts.]\n\n`-He replied through Charon once again. This time, the voice was even deeper and monotone. -`" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir squinted as Haku briefly moved the parasol so that the early morning sunlight shone off his glass skin.\n\n\"Fair enough, fair enough,\" Lir laughed, looking away until Haku once again shadowed himself with his parasol. \"Do take care, though. I've got only the one eye left.\"\n\nLir leaned back on the bench, twisting his walking-stick in his hands thoughtfully. \"A curse, then?\" He muttered. \"I suppose not feeling certain emotions would be a boon, but as for others... Well. Not terribly good to be feeling... Emptiness, for lack of a better word. How might this curse be lifted? Have you any idea?\"" }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-he simply shook his head as he looked at his own hand.-`" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "[ I don't think so.. I have not found any way to ever lift this... Now that I said this.. I was cursed as an infant... I am still trying to investigate why. My family mansion is... Complex.]" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"As an... Infant?\" Lir's eye widened. \"What sort of creature curses an Infant? That's horrible!\"\n\nLir listened. \"It certainly does sound complex, and as though the curse was laid to punish not you, but someone who cares about you.\" He shook his head. \"I imagine that might be something you are seeking in your travels?\"" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "[..I mostly travel as I would like to learn more about this world..]\n\n`-Said simply by the butterfly. Yes, it was one reason but Haku was hiding another one from Lir.-`" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Well, a worthy reason, certainly,\" Lir said. \"Though the world is quite a broad place. Lots to learn, and I don't imagine any of us will be able to live long enough to learn everything. Or even go everywhere.\n\n\"At any rate, what brings you here to this particular bench on this particular morning? I hope I'm not keeping you from an errand or appointment or whatnot.\"" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "[Nothing at all. I just wanted to go for a walk.. I usually go for walk at around midnight to four in the morning and I took a break here. And you're right on that... But-....]`\n\n`-..The butterfly stopped speaking abruptly. As if... Avoiding saying something.-`" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"But what?\" Lir asked as he rose. \"We can certainly walk and talk.\"\n\nLir twirled his walking-stick around a bit. \"Largely what I was doing myself.\"\n\nHe paused. \"But–?\" He asked again." }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "「• Do not mind that. I... I just don't want to say it.」" }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-As the butterfly said that, he hid himself more wth his parasol.. Can be a sign of discomfort maybe?-`" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Ah.\" Lir watched Haku hide behind his parasol. \"I'm sorry. You don't have to say it, if you don't wish to. Simply tell me if I pry too deeply, and I'll stop.\"\n\nTrying to turn the conversation to lighter subjects, Lir glanced around them. \"Shall we continue your walk, then?\" He spun his walking-stick around nonchalantly. It slipped from his mangled hand and clattered to the ground. \n\nLir crouched down to pick the walking-stick up, and then asked, \"So where are you staying?\" He rose again, one hand at the small of his back." }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-The man would stand up, twisting his long, straight hair-`" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "「• Most probably in some inn. I may go home after this, really... As a break. 」" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Oh! I'm sure I saw at least one. Singing Shepherd, was it? And the Fox and Flagon, that I believe was another one. But you're not certain?\"\n\nLir's brows furrowed in worry. \"Where did you sleep last night?\" He began walking. \"Ah, no matter. Shall we examine one of these inns for you so you've got a place to lay your head tonight?\"\n\nHaku's last words echoed within Lir, stirring up a tiny bit of jealousy. \"It's good to go home sometimes... If you can.\"" }, { "author": "Charon", "message": "「• Home is rather far for me.. So it is best I prepare myself before setting off... Though I thank you for giving me some names of inns.. I forget locations sometimes.」" }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-He would twirl his parasol, revealing his face once more to Lir-`" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"If you can still go back sometimes, it can be a great comfort.\" Lir's voice lost its previous energy, and the walking-stick remained still in his hand. \"Very little compares to feeling at home.\" His voice softened.\n\nLir sighed, then pulled out the map from his coat-pocket. He studied it for... Far too long, mouthing words and, at one point, scowling at the innocent paper. He turned it once, then turned it back. \n\nGlancing up at Haku, he forced a smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes. \n\n\"It looks as though the Singing Shepherd is closest. Shall we walk there?\"" }, { "author": "~Hakuzaishi Von Lucifen~", "message": "`-he would nod, making Charon perch onto his shoulder-`" } ]	52	5,426
220.5	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Rogmesh Pit Painter", "message": "Hooves splashed and waded through the fresh mud along the roads of Miller Dale, bright sunbeams reflecting off a chipped but capable glaive. Black armor rattled and shambled through the muck, a large plumed helmet exhaling in a rhythm to ease the burn of her aching muscles.\n\n A beaten and toiled shield was still held strong by steel reinforcements, its once-round shape containing clear signs of close calls and near misses. This was an experienced fighter, one who clearly learns and adapts.\n\n She stopped at the shade of an Inn, leaning on the wall with an elbow. Her eye's unwaveringly observed the steam coming off the earth across the town, common after a rainstorm. While reaching for her waterskin, she scanned her surroundings, making sure it was safe to remove her helmet and refresh herself." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "While the armoured satyr certainly drew curious, awed, and frightened looks from the passers-by, no one challenged her as she strode through the streets and stopped by the little inn.\n\nThe inn was one of Miller Dale's smaller establishments, not as frequented as the Singing Shepherd or the Fox and Flagon, but it still drew a sizeable enough crowd during the day.\n\nLir wanted it that way.\n\nHe felt a desire for anonymity to-day, and had slipped into the tavern after hiring one of the farrier's boys to come clean out the barn and tend to the destrier that lived there, who was overfond of rain and mud.\n\nLir had gotten a port and a glass of water and was contemplating ordering some food. This was problematic, as he had been staring at the menu for a good while, and the barmaid was starting to look at him funny." }, { "author": "Rogmesh Pit Painter", "message": "The humid outside air that followed the recent rain wrung countless droplets of sweat from her brow. Bearing the heat inside her armor no longer, she removed her helmet and held it under the arm that carried her glaive and shield. She gripped her waterskin and gulped it down furiously, audibly taking her fill as it impolitely ran down her chin. \n\n With half a sneer and a furrowed brow she allowed her verdant eyes to adjust to the comparatively dim light of the inn. Her glare traced its away along those inside the establishment from underneath her stoic brow. Her chin was down and she moved only her eyes as she made eye contact with everyone inside, one by one, standing tall with her sculpted 6 foot frame beneath her armor. An admittedly bold Orcish way of establishing dominance, even by their standards.\n\n Eventually it was Lir's turn and it seems his precautions worked out wonderfully. He didn't trigger any kind of acknowledgment or response from the warrior who, now finishing her demonstration, slowly slid the waterskin to the barmaid. She considered nobody in here a threat.\n\n Her messy olive hair framed an admittedly fair satyr face, yet her expression was jaded and humorless as she spoke, \n\n \"Refill o' wa-uh...\" Her voice was gruff, yet still somehow carried those signature satyr pipes underneath. A brutish Orc accent occasionally cut her words down to the syllables, even having trouble producing some sounds that would be impossible for the average orc with large fangs, \"... 'ere,\" She slid a silver piece along the counter to the barmaid." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "The barmaid, her eyes wide at the imposing figure, nodded. She took the satyr's waterskin, turning to refill the waterskin with fresh, clean water.\n\nHanding the waterskin back to the satyr, the barmaid swallowed and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. \"Thank you. Here you are. Anything else, ma'am?\" She asked. She slid the silver back to the satyr. \"It's no problem, ma'am. The water is free.\"\n\nThe patrons in the inn stared at the armoured creature who had entered. Most, again, held expressions of fear and awe on their faces.\n\nLir was staring, now, too.\n\nThe satyr, a creature he had not seen the likes of before, provided a welcome distraction from the menu. As usual, the propensity for people to run about in their armour unnerved him. He watched the satyr and the barmaid silently." } ]	187.5	882
43.765432	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira has been having a very uninteresting week. Not many interesting people had come by the library. The people who do come are just normal customers wanting normal things. All in all, Wikira should feel relieved. Instead she just feels bored. She's also stagnated in her research, having had no new break throughs in days. She rests their head in her hands as she sits behind the front desk of the library." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En walks into the library, a bell ringing as she opened the door. She can be seen holding a basket by her arm, empty. She looked around the library before speaking Hello? Is anyone here?" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira looks up from her desk at the new customer. A saytr? That's unusual.\n\n\"Hello there, miss. Welcome to the Naïlo family library. Do you need help finding anything?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Yes actually, do you have any books on dragons? Id like to learn more about them" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Dragons? Those would be in the mythology section. The shelf right beside you.\"\n\nWikira points to a shelf to the left of En. The shelf is filled with various books of mythology, many of which have the word \"Dragon\" In their titles." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Thank you. She would go to the mythology section and look at the various books on dragons Strange, I wouldn't think to find any books on dragons in the mythology section, the history section maybe, but the mythology section? She would say to herself aloud" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Well, history and mythology are closely connected. When it comes to dragons, history and mythology have the lines between them blurred. If you're looking for something that is pure fact, I recommend the book \"Dragons: Behind the Myth.\" It should be on that shelf.\"\n\nWikira gets out from behind her desk and walks over to the shelf, scanning quickly before pulling out a thick leather bound book and handing it to En.\n\n\"Here you go!\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Thanks She took the book and gave her a smile. She continued to look at the vast amount of books" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira smiles back and heads back to her desk.\n\n\"Anything else you need? Just come to me and I'll check you out.\"\n\n\"...T-The book. I mean I'll check out the book under your name.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En chuckled No worries, I understood what you meant She grabs a few more books before heading to the front desk and puts the books on it. Theres a variety of books, from history, to mythology and even a romance book" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira tables out a quill and paper and writes down the titles of each book, along with the current date. She hesitates a little at seeing romance book and shoots her a quick glance before clearing her throat.\n\n\"Ah, I need your name in order to finish filling this out. You'll need to return the books in a month. Although, if you aren't done with them, you can just verify you still have them and you'll get another month.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Of course! The name is En Wells She smiles" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikra nods and writes that down on the form.\n\n\"En Wells... That's a nice name. I'm Wikira Naïlo. A pleasure to be formally introduced.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Likewise, and thank you for the books by the way. I've never heard the name Wikira before, its a nice sounding name" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira smiles at the compliment, blushing the slightest bit.\n\n\"Well, thank you. It was my pleasure to help you. Was there anything else you needed...?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "I think I'm good. Again, thank you for the books She heads for the door, opening it as the little bell rings once again" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"I see, well have a nice day!\"\n\nWikira waves slight as she watches her leave. Once she's gone, she sighs and lays her chin in her hand.\n\n\"She was pretty...\" She mumbles to herself. \"Well, back to waiting.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Its been about a week now, En walks up to the library to see if its open" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "The library is indeed open. Or, well, it says it is. Apparently no one besides Wikira inside. In fact, she looks to be asleep behind the desk." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En opens the door, the bell ringing at En's arrival. En sees Wikira asleep and looks a bit embarrassed by the fact she might've woken her up" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Those bells are enough to rouse Wikira from sleep. She shoot up groggily, rubbing her eyes.\n\n\"Whuh? Guh? Whas goin' on?\"\n\nSeeing En, Wikira realizes that she's at her library and that she was asleep on her job. She flushes red in embarrassment.\n\n\"O-Oh! I'm so sorry, I feel asleep on that job. That was super unprofessional on me.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "No no it's quite alright, I'm sorry to wake you. If I had known you were asleep, I would've come back later. Anyway, I'm here to return and recheck out some of the books I got from last week She reaches into her basket and pulls out the books she got from last time" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"No don't apologize, please. It's my own fault. I was up late last night, and this morning was really boring. I just couldn't stay awake.\"\n\nWikira takes the books and rechecks them out, handing them back to En.\n\n\"How are you liking the books?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "The books are great! I finished this one and this one She pointed at the mythos book and the romance book And am still reading this one She held up the book on Dragons I find it silly that you'd find yourself bored here though, it must be nice to own a library, I myself could get lost in a book. And to have a whole library, I'd never find a dull moment. You're quite lucky" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Ah, well, it is nice being able to read whatever I want whenever I want. However, lately I've found that rereading the same books over again is not as satisfying as it was the first time. Besides, I've also got a bit of a... Passion project that I've been working on.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Oh yeah, what would that be if you don't mind me asking?" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Oh, it's a really old, forgotten type of magic. It doesn't use magic words, gestures, or materials. Instead, all you do is write down certain symbols in a specific order to cause an effect. The only problem is that the book I found doesn't actually tell me what the symbols mean, so I have to figure them out one by one. It's... Tough.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "I see, that sounds quite exciting to figure out, but I'm sure you'll figure out how to decipher them She smiled" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Thank you, I'm sure I'll figure it out eventually. But that's enough about me. What about you? What do you do? I see you are quite interested in dragons, are you studying them professionally?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Heh, not exactly, I'm just curious about them is all. As for what I do, I sell jams for a living. I actually make them myself from my garden at home" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira looks interested.\n\n\"Jams? Oh, what kinds? Could I buy some?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "My most popular jams are apple jams, and yeah. I run a stall every so often a few blocks away" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Well, I'd love to buy some. It's not like anyone else is going to come to the library today. Could you show me to your stall? I'd happily get some of your apple jam.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Sure, follow me! She opens the library door and leads the way to the stall I was on a break so I thought I'd renew and return my books, but now that I'm back its back to work She chuckles to herself as she flips a sign on the stall that says open. Theres a collection of all sorts of jams lined up on the stall, ranging from apple, pear, peach, berry, strawberry, and raspberry jam They usually cost about 5 copper pieces" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira happily follows En out of the library, making sure to put out a sign saying that it's closed. Once they reach the stall, Wikira browses for a bit before picking out a jar of apple and raspberry jam. She hands En 12 copper.\n\n\"Keep the change, please.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Thank you, I hope you enjoy the jams" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"I will!\"\n\nWikira makes to leave before hesitating slightly. She turns back to face En.\n\n\"Say... Are you doing anything... Important today? I mean, I already closed down the library. No sense in opening it back up. I was just wondering if you wanted to... Do anything...?\"\n\nWikira speaks with a clear lack of confidence. Nevertheless, she still manages to (technically) ask En to hang out." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "I get off from selling my jams by 5, after that I'm not really doing anything, so sure! Did you have something in mind?" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Uh. I don't really know. I didn't think I'd get this far. Maybe we could get something to eat?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Sounds good to me, you know a place?" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"I know a tavern nearby that has a wonderful Mushroom stew, if you're interested. It's called \"The Lamb's Tail.\" Have you heard of it?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "I don't think I have, but it sounds delightful. The name sounds a little on the nose though" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira smiles at her.\n\n\"Alright, sounds good. See you then! ...Also what do you mean the name sounds a little on the nose? I guess it is a bit of a boring name for a tavern.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Well, being a satyr, I'm somewhat related to bovine creatures such as lambs, so its a little strange sounding to me, heh" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"O-oh! I'm sorry, i didn't even think about that. I promise I didn't pick the place just because of the name.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Its alright, I'm sure the food is good there. Meet here around 5 then head to the tavern?" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Alright, sounds good! I guess I'll see you then.\"\n\nWikira waves goodbye before walking away to go stress about whether or not this is a date and what to wear." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Eventually, 5 o' clock rolls around and En can be seen packing up her goods from the stall, while waiting for Wikira" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira shows up at 5 o' clock sharp. She's wearing basically the same thing she was when she was working in the library. Simple clothing. A shirt, trousers, and boring shoes. However, she did opt for a cardigan as well. She stands by as En packs up her stall.\n\n\"Hello again, En.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I'm ready. Just follow me. I'll lead you to the place. There's a booth I always sit at that's usually empty.\"\n\nWikira leads En on a short walk to a relatively nice tavern. It's a little busy, but not at all crowded. Everything is made of dark wood and the whole tavern is lit by the flickering flames of a few lanterns, as well as one large fireplace. The whole place feels nice and cozy. Wikira leads En to a booth in the corner with a good view of the rest of the tavern." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "This is really nice En would look around the tavern and felt the warmth of the fireplace nearby" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira glances around nervously, wringing her hands under the table. En hadn't said anything... Does she not like it? Was something wrong? ...Maybe she was just waiting for Wikira to say something first. Wikira goes to speak but is interrupted by the waiter, who walks over and places down menus.\n\n\"S-So... Any idea what you want? I think I'll get the mushroom stew.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "I think I'll get that as well, then again I haven't seen the menu yet so I'm not sure what else they have, heh" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"...The waiter just placed down the menu. Did you... Not see it?\"\n\nWikira gestures at the menu on the table in front of En." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Ah! Silly me. I think I was looking around when they placed it. I'll look at it now She held the menu up to hide her embarrassed blushing face Uhh, this looks good She puts the menu down and points at a salad" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "A waiter comes and takes their orders. Wikira orders a soup and water. En is able to get the distinct impression that Wikira was about to order a glass of wine but changed her mind at the last moment. After the waiter finishes taking their orders they nod and leave. Wikira turns to En and clears her throat nervously.\n\n\"...So... Do you... Have any hobbies...?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Oh sure. I like reading, gardening, baking... I guess thats it. What about yourself? She put her hand on her chin and her elbow on the table" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Yes. Well... I like reading, obviously. I'm also a botanist on the side, so I know more than my fair share of plants and their uses. Also I'm working on decoding that book I told you about, but that's more of an obligation if anything.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Alright, well, what about your family? Got any siblings? Parents?" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"...Ah. N-No. Not anymore. I was an only child, and my parents both passed away. Natural causes, nothing bad. Sure, I'll admit it can be a bit lonely, but I've grown used to it.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "I-I see, I'm sorry about that. She looks to the side, with an unsure face" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira shakes her head and laughs awkwardly.\n\n\"No, no! Don't be sorry, it's not like it's your fault or anything. It was a long time ago anyway. What about you? Any siblings?" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Well, Im also an only child, I was raised by my father. My mother died when I was born. But yeah..." }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira laughs slightly, then covers her face and looks embarrassed.\n\n\"Oh, I'm sorry for laughing. I wasn't laughing that your mother died. It's just we were both only children. I found the coincidence kind of funny.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Ha ha... Yeah... En looks deep in thought, as if she wants to say something but is too scared to say it" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira is quiet as well, waiting for En to speak. After a little while, the waiter comes with their food, places it on the table and leaves.\n\n\"...Is there something you wanted to say?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Uh, no? Well technically yes, but its a really stupid question... She starts to eat her salad" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira starts to eat her soup quietly.\n\n\"I'm fine with stupid questions. I know that I've asked more than my fair share.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En clears her throat Have you uh... Ever dated anyone?" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Oh that's the question? That's not stupid at all. Yes I've dated before. Three women before. Two of them were great, and we broke it off amicably. The last one was... Ehh... Not so nice. She just stuck with me so I could help her out with me magic.\"\n\n\"...Well... There was one other woman. We didn't date, we just had a one night fling. Which is... Very uncommon for someone like me. She was a dryad I believe.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "I see. Well you definitely have more experience with relationships than I do. I've only dated one guy. He taught me a lot of things like sword fighting... One day he just disappeared. Never knew what happened to him. But thats all in the past." }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"...Huh. I had assumed you would have more partners than me. You seem more extroverted than me. I sorry about what happened to your old guy friend. I wonder what happened to him...\"\n\nWikira debates with herself for a moment before speaking again.\n\n\"...So, do you... Only like guys? Or do you... You know... Swing for the other team from time to time...?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Oh, I'm bisexual. What about yourself?" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"I'm a lesbian. I just never found myself attracted to guys.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En nods Alright. Hows your stew by the way?" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Good, just like I remember. How's your salad?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Its good She smiles Heh, sorry I don't know what else to say or ask. It's strange though, I always seem to have something to say when I talk to people" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Heh, I know that feeling. It's like I have a million topics to bring up in my head, but whenever the time actually comes to talk... Poof! I can't think of a single thing.\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Haha, yeah... En finishes her salad Well, I'm glad we got to spend some time together, it was nice" }, { "author": "sleepd3prived", "message": "Oh, I'm sorry. I completely forgot!" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"I agree. It was nice getting to know you as well. I don't really get many opportunities to speak genuinely to other people. This was a nice change of pace.\"\n\nWikira smiles at En." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Yeah En smiles back and puts a few coins on the table to pay and tip I'll be seeing you around then She waves goodbye and heads home" } ]	36	3,545
226.016129	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "alphatorvar", "message": "The night was early and Masino had arrived at Miller Dale roughly an hour before the sun had set, he had dropped off the cart he had been pull at the local blacksmith, hopefully that ore from the mountains would go into make tools or something more useful then weapons as per the norm it seemed. For now Masino had retired to the local tavern, luckily for him the tavern had a stables attached to it. One benefit of being the odd creature combination that he was, meant he never had to rent a room. Just a bay in a stable was good enough for him most nights. Masino entered the tavern that was clearly made for a normal sized person, he bowed his torso and tucked his head back as he entered, making sure not to clip his horns on the top of the door. Once on the other side he went back to his full height, he got a few stares and a couple of people began to whisper but that never bothered Masino. He made his way over to the edge of the bar, trying to stay clear of the other patrons.\n\"Normally animals have to wait outside mister? But ah? You're not really an animal are you?\"\nThe barkeep said looking up to the much larger man, Masino gave a slight laugh as he sat with all four of his legs on the ground, this made him slightly shorter then the normal human.\n\"Do animals carry coin? Two rum and a stable for board\"\nMasino said to the barkeep, who quickly made off to pour Masino's drink of choice." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Acantha, already seated in the tavern, stared in awe as the half minotaur, half centaur man entered the building. Truly, a being like him would like garner many a stare wherever he went. After a brief moment of shock, her mother's voice rang in her head, reminding her of her manners.\n\n'Acantha, it's rude to stare!'\n\nIndeed it was. The young witch shook away the nagging voice and thoughts and instead returned to eating the dinner she had bought. Every few minutes her eyes would glance at the man, curious about him. Curse her curiousness. It wasn't until she had finished and approached the bar to return her used plate (though she didn't have to, she always wanted to create a little less work for them) that she felt something off about the man. Something strangely magical that tugged at her senses and pulled her eyes back towards him. There, she caught a glimpse of the pendant pierced into his chest. \n\n\"Ah?\"\n\nShe looked back up towards his face now. She was a youthful woman with sage green and wavy hair that draped around her until it reached her lower back. Emerald green eyes sparkled with curiosity and interest in the man, but her posture and expression gave away that she was nervous to ask about the pendant. \n\n\"E-Excuse me, your.. Pendant?\"" }, { "author": "alphatorvar", "message": "Masino had noticed the young human girl looking to him every few moments, and he hadn't thought heads or tails about it. Instead continued to drink his rum, one pint after another. That was until he notice the girl who had beening eyeing him, bring her plate up to the counter. Something was different about this young human compared to the rest of the crowd. Which had began to thin with the evening getting along.\n\n\"My pendant?\"\n\nMasino question back at the girl, he was caught alittle off guard and awkwardly moved his leg so that he was back up on all fours, one of his horns almost clipped one of the lights that was hanging from a rafter.\n\n\"Who are you and why do you care for this?\"\n\nMasino said with a rough grunt to his voice, his voice came off deep and sounded like he had been smoking a pipe all his life, to punctuate he was do speaking he gave a snort, and his hand had moved to cover the pendant." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "The smaller girl flinched, growing a bit more nervous. Even so, she didn't run away from the situation no matter how intimidated she felt by Masino's size and demeanor. She was, truthfully, a bit ashamed she didn't introduce herself before asking about the pendant. \n\n\"A-ah, I'm Acantha. I'm a traveling w-witch, and I felt something magical about your pendant. I was curious about it, is all.. I meant no offense, I promise.\"\n\nShe put her hands in front of her chest, waving them nervously as a gesture that she meant no ill will towards him. Surely, a small woman like herself would barely pose any threat to Masino, whether she had magic or not, she thought. \n\n\"O-of course, you're under no obligation to tell me! I'm just curious!\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino let out a rush of air from his nose, and shook his he from side to side, the horn this time did clip the hanging light, causing light embers to sprinkle from the disturbed flame.\n\n\"And I am Masino\"\n\nMasino said, his hand moved away from the pendant and both hands landed roughly on his human waist, it was the exact point where the last bit of flesh met with the fur of his horse body. The pendant on his chest seemed to shimmer as if reflecting light, but the reflection didn't match the light within the tavern.\n\n\"I've had then pendant for almost twenty years, it's not magic at all. I don't do magic, and couldn't even if I wanted to\"\n\nMasion said, a frown seemed to for on his face as he finished speaking and fell into at distant memory, but only for a moment his face quickly went back the normal and sat his hind legs back on the ground with a bit of effort." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Her shoulders relaxed and the worried expression that had painted her face was now replaced with one of relief. For now, she had diffused what she assumed was a situation that could've gone south. As he got comfortable once more, so did she as she slid into a seat at the bar and turned it around to face him. This way, she was at least slightly taller. Finally, she smiled rather gently at Masino.\n\n\"It's good to meet you, Masino.\"\n\nShe glanced once more at the pendant as he explained, then leaned back with a finger on her chin as she tried to think.\n\n\"Well, I'm not vastly experienced like the teachers at the college, but I have learned quite a bit in my travels. And I can tell you for certain that I am sensing Something From the pendant. But I can't quite nail down what it is. Oh, but I don't sense anything malevolent from it! Perhaps... Perhaps it has never been activated, before?\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino watched as Achantha relaxed as his horse body sat on the ground he was only now about four foot tall, he reached up to the bar and took a long swig, as he listened to the pretty girl speak. But her words began not to make as much sense, when she began to talk of teachers and college he was simply lost.\n\n\"Let's go back a step? So you're a pretty little human Witch, training at a college? How does someone like you end up here?\"\n\nMasino said without entirely thinking over what he had said and was asking, by this stage of the night he had, had enough drink to drown an horse, and unlucky for him he was only half a horse. He had began to ramble with his words, bearly remembering to breath.\n\n\"And to top it off yee think my pedant that my human sister gave me, is something magical?\"\n\nAgain he gave a huff and a snort before continuing with a saddened tone, his face turned to hers and thier eyes met.\n\n\"Ain't nothing about me magic, I can't read it and I can't use it. No one in my blood has ever been able to\"" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Dealing with drunken people was a routine part of her travels and the experience of staying at an inn, so she hoped that as his demeanor began to shift towards one influenced by the alcohol, he would remember their conversations. If he left in the morning with no recollection of their talk, it would be saddening yet not unexpected. Even so, she hoped for the chance to investigate the pendant. \n\n\"Ah, not quite! I haven't enrolled at the college yet. But when I get there, I'm going to learn so much more. Everything I know now is from my own studies.\"\n\nShe noted his sad tone, which pummeled the senses inside of her and urged forth a desire to console him. \n\n\"Maybe.. Maybe you just haven't been trying the right way. If you don't know what it does, then how could you know how to use it?\"\n\nWith a surge of determination and a complete 180 from the shy and nervous woman earlier, she stretched her arm out for a handshake. \n\n\"What if we tried to figure it out again - together?\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino couldn't help but truly study the girl for the first time since they had met, he took in the details of her hair and face, before her clothes and body. She really was small even for a human, but she was of a healthy size. He was impressed as alot of mages and witches he met were either old and ugly, or skin and bone. He raised an eye when she spoke of her knowledge though, so confident yet without any real training. Being self taught in anything was amazing but most standards.\n\n\"Look I've got a three day ride coming up tomorrow, there is a lumber yard deep in the forest that supports a nearby mine, they require more food and tools, I'm taking them out.\" \n\nBy this time Masino had finished his drink and had seemed to sober slightly, even more so and he put the pint back on the bar and didn't ask for another drink, his sad expression had turned to one of curiosity. He took the hand and pulled the small girl from her chair and into a hug, before putting her back on her chair.\n\n\"If you really think something is up, and you've got the spare time, you can come with me tomorrow. Have you ever ridden a horse bareback? I refuse to wear a saddle.\"\n\nMasino said with a slight laugh, most Centaur would never let someone ride them, and Minotaurs weren't even a friendly race most the time, so he couldn't ask about either of those." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Acantha stumbled forth from the chair, but managed to get her footing as he hugged her. It was certainly an unexpected surprise, but a welcome one. If she had to be perfectly honest, it had been too long since she had a hug. She returned the hug, a warm feeling of happiness enveloping her. \n\nThough, that happiness was accompanied by some minor shock as he placed her right back into the seat she was in. She knew he was probably strong, but being able to effortlessly lift her up and put her down was truly a testament to some of his strength, even if she was rather light. She fumbled over her words for a second as she processed what had just happened.\n\n\"I- um. Hm...\n\nI've ridden bareback a few times. But it's nothing I can't handle now. I don't blame you for not wanting to wear a saddle. It seems... Degrading?\" She laughed nervously. \n\n\"But I can accompany you, definitely.\"" }, { "author": "alphatorvar", "message": "Masino gave a slight laugh and a toothy grin, his legs moved again and pushed him up from his sitting position, it was an awkward effort to move a round indoors most the time, but Masino was use to it after all these years.\n\n\"I've worn a saddle once in all my years, and you're correct it is very degrading but it is also extremely uncomfortable.\"\n\nMasino said, his legs had steadied and he was standing right beside Acantha, his left hand moved to rest on her shoulder and his right hand moved to his pendant.\n\n\"I've not had company in years, so I'll gladly have you for my next delivery, and if you think there is magic involved, then win win?\"\n\nMasino's voice had a slight chipper tone to it, he was slightly happy to have some company for his next trip, and maybe he could even learn alittle more about his pendant in the process." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "She was dwarfed next to Masino at his full height, nearly a full three foot difference between them. If anything would make her feel as small as she really was, it would be him. Even so, she smiled up at him.\n\n\"Yes! A win win for both of us. We should get a good night's rest, then, if we're going to leave tomorrow. Should I meet you outside tomorrow morning at dawn, then?\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino tilted his head down to face Acantha, and bowed slightly so that he wasn't at his full height. He hated making others feel small but he didn't have much of a choice.\n\n\"I'll be sleeping in the stables which are just outside the building and to the left, I'll meet you out there as soon as the sun breaks the sky?\"\n\nMasino said as he began to make a move, he let out a heavy grunt and his tail swayed as he began to head for the doors, as he reached down to open the door, he turned to face Acantha one last time for the night. Luckily the the tavern was mostly empty by this time, most people had already retired for the night.\n\n\"Sleep well Acantha, we've a long road ahead of us tomorrow\"\n\nAnd with those last words, Masino was done for the night, making his way outside and to the stables for the night, where he would sleep standing among the other horses." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Acantha assured him that they would meet in the morning and wished him a good night, waving as he exited the tavern. When he had cleared the doorway, she turned away and headed to her own room. She had a routine to follow before bed that included bathing and gently brushing out her hair. When she had completed that, she flopped onto the bed, exhausted from her already long day, and stared at the ceiling.\n\nEven though she had some magical knowledge and confidence in herself, there was still a part of her that held some doubt. Would she truly be able to help solve the mystery of Masino's pendant? As the thoughts of unease plagued her mind, she slowly began to drift off to sleep. \n\nShe naturally awoke while it was still dark out. It was strange, but this night she had no dreams to recall. Brushing it off as nothing, she gathered her things, got dressed for the day, brushed her hair out once more, and grabbed some early breakfast from the tavern side. It was merely a muffin and an apple, but it was enough to satisfy her and keep her going for the morning. She ate them rather quickly, leaving a nice tip for the keep, and headed out to wait for Masino outside." }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino slept only a couple of hours that night, due to his half horse part we was able to easily gain energy by standing still and resting, however his minotaur side did need a small amount of sleep to keep going, it was an odd balancing act but he had managed to find the perfect balance between needing rest and needing sleep.\n\nThe sun hadn't even broken the sky and Masino was getting ready to leave, he had collected his empty cart from the smith and had returned to the tavern, eating as a centaur was an odd things as well, he could eat anything a human could eat but he could almost eat what a horse could eat. On this day he choice the horse food, as he unhitched his cart he left it at the side of the tarven and moved back to the stables to eat from thr trough, hay and molasses didn't taste as bad as people think.\n\nOnce he had eaten he noticed the days begin to break, this made him make a move, cleaning his face with his hand and wiping the small amount of molasses against his fur. Once he made his way to the front he noticed the green haired girl, though she was small she stood out clearly.\n\n\"Ah! Good morning Acantha, did you sleep well?\"\n \nMasino said, as he moved over towards Acantha and his cart, which was only a few feet away." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "At the sound of Masino's voice, the young witch brightened up and quickly turned to the source of the voice. \n\n\"Good morning! I slept well, how about you?\"\n\nShe didn't show any indication of the realization, but it finally hit her that she would not only need to get on top of him, but also ride on his back. It would've been fine if he was just a horse, but he would be consciously aware of her sitting on too of him. Something about it felt strange, but she chalked it up to overthinking the situation. \n\n\"You must have gotten up even earlier than I did if you're all ready to go. In that case, I'm ready too.\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino continued to walk towards Acantha with a slight laugh as he walked, he looked the small human up and down and could sense that she was nervous about something, animal instincts were good for that kind of thing but he wasn't sure what it was.\n\n\"Only got a couple of hours sleep, but that's all I really need. Do you need anything else before we leave town?\"\n\nOnce Masino had finished asking he moved over to the cart, the cart itself had four wooden wheels and was packed full of supplies, normally a cart of this size would need atleast two horses to pull, Masino moved between the two bits of wood that stuck out from the cart, once between the two parts he awkward attached a leather strap that went over his back and under his stomach, he pulled the strap tight. Once done he moved over to Acantha and knelt his front leg slightly and bowed his torso.\n\n\"Feel free to climb straight on, I'd rather you ride on me instead of the cart as things my get rough and I don't have anything to keep passengers safe.\"\n\nMasino said with slight strain to his voice as he bent and knelt for her, as it took alot of concentrated effort." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Acantha hesitated at first when he knelt down, but after hearing his strained voice she hurried to try to hop on top of him. It took a couple of attempts to hoist herself up, never quite able to fully throw her leg over. With a huff she took a few steps back and gave herself a short running start before successfully managing to settle onto his back. It was a bit odd at first. It felt like being on a horse, of course, but his torso was right in front of her. \n\n\"Um, where do I hold on? I don't want to make you uncomfortable.\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino gave a slight laugh and looked to the side, one of his deep brown eyes able to meet Acantha.\n\"I would suggest holding onto my mane if we are at a trot, if we get into a bother or you feel safer don't be afraid to wrap your arms around me, until youre more comfortable\"\n\nMasino said turning his head back the other way, and shaking his whole body slight, at the base of his neck was a mane of hair that was almost long enough to reach the middle of his back. \n\n\"Are you ready?\"\n\nMasino asked, but instead of waiting for a reply he began to trot at an even pace, giving a slight grunt as the cart began to pull behind him." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "She could hardly reply before he started off in a trot already, leaving her to desperately grab onto his mane. It tugged a little initially as she gained her bearings, but lightened up as she got used to it. Of course, she couldn't see in front of her, but she watched to the sides and behind as they carried along. His torso blocked most of the wind that would blow through her hair, but the sides waved about behind her gently, making her tuck the tufts behind her ear so that they wouldn't get in her way as much.\n\nAs she got used to riding atop him and the town faded into the distance behind them, Acantha inhaled the fresh morning air. This was more of her element, certainly, and she smiled much more brightly than before. \n\n\"I think this is one experience I will surely tell my family of one day! Not everybody gets to journey with a minotaur-centaur to solve the mystery of his magical pendant! And I've been on plenty a journey already with a tabaxi, a wolfkin, a cursed man, and many more.\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "The pair had left for thier journey as the sun was cresting the say, due to Masino's centaur body he was able to make great time, even pulling the heavy cart and a passenger. He normally couldn't handle having a person on his back, and truthful this was only the fifth person to ride him. The road on which the pair travelled was unusually quiet compared to normal but it was quite cold out, Masino figured that most travellers were waiting for the warmth of the day. Masino's thing was cut short as Acantha had began to speak, he was certain the young female was scared on his back, as the force she held on by was enough to almost make him wince.\n\n\"As far as I'm aware I'm the only of my kind, honestly I'm not even sure what my race would even be called if there were more of me?\"\n\nMasino said with a slight laugh, he had turned his head to the side of one eye was on Acantha and his other on the road, he didn't make a single step out of place, keeping a troting pace.\n\n\"Sounds like you've had alot of interesting journeys, my young friend. I'm afraid this might be quite boring for you compared to those.\"" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Her grip had definitely loosened up by now as she got used to riding on his back. If things got a little uneasy or bumpy, she would grip a little harder, but not enough to hurt him. Even so, she was having fun. \n\n\"Boring? I will disagree. It's already proven to be quite the opposite! And if you are the first, doesn't that mean you get to decide what you are called? You could choose anything and people will just have to accept it. I think you have that sort of power.\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "\"Well if that's what you think, I'm glad one of us thinks I'm not boring\"\n\nMasino said with a slightly snorted laugh, his face turned back to the road and watched as a carriage was comming over the small hil in front of the pair, Masino moved slightly over to the side so one side of the cart was off road.\n\n\"You know I've never thought of myself as my own species, I'm more of a mix bred then anything else.\"\n\nMasino said, he had stopped and waited for the carriage to pass by in the narrow road his head was lowered slightly compared to normal. Once he began moving again he stayed silent for a short while, as the pair continued thier journey towards the forest." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Acantha returned with her own soft giggle. Despite his appearance, Masino seemed to be a rather positive and enjoyable kind of person. He wanted to laugh with others, she surmised, but perhaps he found it difficult to. She hoped that she was brightening his spirits by accompanying him. Though, from the sound of his laughter during their conversations, that appeared to be the case.\n\nShe pondered for a moment, thinking of a response.\n\n\"Even mixed breeds get their own name, though.His Ligers, from lions and tigers. Don't you think you deserve one, even if there's one or very few of you? You're in a position where you can carve out an identity for not just yourself but future minotaur and centaur mixes as well. If it's happened once, then it might happen again. Plus, what if one day you find love and start a family? If your child one day asks \"What am I?\" You could confidently respond. I hope that made sense.\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "He had returned back to the centre of the road, the day was moving quickly and Masino need a fee moments to thing after hearing Acantha's words. She was right for the most part but in the same to him the future was so uncertain.\n\n\"You may be right about the whole my race having a name, the only thing I could think of is. Hotaur? Sounds odd to me, maybe a problem for another day\"\n\nMasino said rasing his head slightly, so much raced through his mind at that moment, the future was something Masino didn't think about, especially when it came to finding that so called special someone.\n\n\"Ah you see I also will never have the problem of explaining that to my children, I don't plan on having any or finding someone. I work too much for that, and not to mention how would some like me even find someone compatible?\"\n\nMasino said with a slight laugh to himself, he had began to slow down slightly from a trot as the day grew long, his legs and back slowly beginning to tired from the heavy cart load behind him." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "\"Of course! It's not something you can decide on right away. Give it some time and thought.\"\n\nShe was somewhat embarrassed that she had made the assumption he would want a family. It would make sense that he would be hesitant or downtrodden about such a thing. How would it even work? She shook away the impure and irrelevant thoughts from her head, grateful he would not be able to see how red she had gotten from her thinking.\n\n\"I-I apologize, I didn't mean to assume you Would Settle down. Living a life for yourself can be just as rewarding as any other.\"\n\nAs the day drew on, she had noticed he was slowing down. Was her weight making it harder for him? Now worried, she placed her hand on his left shoulder blade.\n\n\"Masino, do you need to rest for a bit? I can hop off and walk. I promise my legs are strong, haha.\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino once again moved his head to the side so he could see Acantha, and he gave a short snorted laugh. His eye clearly observing the girl on his back. He was surprised at her offer but he truly wasn't worried about her weight, there was well over a ton on the back of this cart, which is why Masino was contracted.\n\n\"Honestly my friend you are the lightest thing out of every we are transporting, and we've only an hour of full light left to travel.\"\n\nHe said continuing for that said hour, once the sun had finally began to set he pulled the pair and thier cargo off the road and passed a small tree line, where they could set up camp away from the eyes of the road.\n\n\"You've done alot of travelling right? For magic and stuff? Mind helping me set up camp, unhitching myself from this cart takes longer them hooking up, it's alittle awkward to be honest\" \n\nMasino said scratching the top of his head, with a nervous chuckle." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "She slid off of his back when they came to a stop, landing a bit roughly but overall okay. She jokingly stood straight and saluted him, then broke down into a more relaxed chuckle. \n\n\"Aye aye, sir.\" \n\nAs he began the process of unhitching himself, she began to unpack the things needed for camp. A small tent and bedroom for herself, a pit for a small fire, and finally searching for dried sticks to use. She went back and forth between the camp and the brushes, bringing back suitable wood for the fire. She then began to arrange the wood with a keen eye, making sure it wasn't just a jumbled bunch of sticks. The whole time, she was humming and singing to herself, clearly in quite the chipper mood." }, { "author": "alphatorvar", "message": "Masino gave a slight laugh as Acantha gave him a salute, shaking his head he twisted his body to an odd angle as he reached backward, to unhitch the leather and chains that held the cart around him. Once free from the restraints he trotted around in a circle and stretched his hands into the air.\n\n\"Ugh it's so good to be free\"\n\nMasino said as he finished stretching and began to check the load and the cart itself, making sure there was no damage and to make sure nothing was lost in transit. Once he was done he had his way over to Acantha was making the whole mood quite happy and she was achieving just that. He moved up behind her and gently put his hand over her shoulder lightly.\n\n\"You're an odd one Acantha, it's quite refreshing to see indeed. I do hope that you never forget to be happy\"" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "After successfully lighting the fire, she stood up and put her hands on her hips in pride. Sure, she'd done it plenty of times by now, but she always felt a little bit of pride when she did. Kaz's teachings along their journey some time ago were never forgotten. They helped her every day she was out in the wild and she would be eternally grateful. Briefly, she wondered where the tabaxi was and how he has doing. \n\nWhen Masino placed a hand on her shoulder, she looked up at him with a big smile.\n\n\"I've always been quite upbeat. There's too much to life to not enjoy, after all. If I get caught up in misery, then I'll miss all the opportunities I could've had if I simply had a better outlook.\"\n\nThough, she had never quite been called Odd Before. Perhaps she was a little odd. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Meanwhile, she felt the beginnings of silent rumblings within her stomach, which interrupted her thoughts. \n\n\"Ah, right. We'll need something to eat for the night. I think it's safe to assume you might eat a lot? Especially since you carried that heavy cart so far today.\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino watched as the fire lit up, for a moment he was lost in thought within those flames, memories if thousands of nights spent under the stars and gave a slight sigh, the only thing that broke his thoughts was the mention of food, cause with that single mention on queue his stomach growing deep, it had been a while since he had eaten and, he would usually eat all day. Not wanting to seem rude with his new companion, he hadn't grazed of food throughout the trip so far.\n\n\"Food sounds like a great idea about now, give me a moment\"\n\nMasino said before moving over to the front end of the cart, he spent a moment moving crates around before grabbing one in specific out, the crate was heavy enough to make Masino grunt slightly as he lifted the crate of the edge of the cart and carried it back over towards the fire, placing it on the ground with a thud. The crate itself was about a meter long, half a meter wide and half a meter tall. He busted open the crate to show a a random range of fruits and dried meat, he moved the fruit around to reveal a sack, that was stained red and pink from its original brown colour.\n\n\"I'm not sure what you eat, but I've a variety food here to feast on\"\n\nMasino too the sack and unwrapped the sack, showing within the sack was a hunk of meat, red meat that almost looked like beef and from the smell it was beef. Masino knew that sounded like canablism technically, but he enjoyed the taste, which he did." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "She wasn't sure what she was expecting. Certainly, it was nowhere near close to the size of the crate, full of food, that Masino brought from cart. Considering his size, though, should she Really Be surprised. As she looked at the assortment she could choose from, she tapped her chin in thought.\n\n\"Hmm. I can probably do something with a good amount of this. How much would you usually eat? I'm not sure if my pot or pan could handle it... Perhaps roasting the meat over the fire with a side of a vegetable stew? That sounds rather good.\" \n\nShe did have some vegetables and spices in her own pack. Combined, they could probably make something good. Though she wasn't sure if Masino had any cooking skills. He seemed the type to just eat a roasted or dried meat and some fruit or vegetables, no other cooking required." }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino chuckled nervous and began to scratch the top of his head, just where his horn poked out from his head. Masino never really did much cooking as such, besides sticking chunks of meat onto the end of a stick and putting over the fire, or wrapping meat up in cloth and putting the meat under the fire. After thinking for a moment Masino took an apple from thr crate and took a large bite, giving himself a couple more seconds to think, would his new ally think less of him for his lack of ability to cook food properly.\n\n\"If I'm being completely honest with you, my ability to cook is that of putting meat over a flame and turning it until it's brown\"\n\nMasino admitted with a sigh, he felt slightly defeated by his own words, taking two more bites of the apple and it was completely gone. He had eaten it core and all.\n\n\"I eat alot as well, the Minotaur in my I swear has an endless need for food and the centaur in me just wants to graze all day, it's an interesting balance. This create is two days worth of food\"\n\nMasino said kicking the crate lightly with one of his hooves before finally looking Acantha in the eyes, he was slightly worried what she would think of his flaws that he had just spoked of to her." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "She merely smiled at him, not judging him at all for an inability to cook. After all, as long as he was happy with how he usually ate, it was no business of hers if he could cook a more complex meal or not. \n\n\"Perfect! You're in charge of roasting the meat, then. You'd probably do a much better job than I can. I don't eat too much meat, honestly. I'll work on the vegetable stew. How's that sound?\"\n\nIf he found it agreeable, she would rummage through her bag for some spare vegetables. There were two carrots and an onion. Certainly not enough for an entire stew. She switched and looked through another area of the bag, this time meticulously organized and full of various small, labeled satchels. She picked out a handful of them, sighing.\n\n\"Wasn't expecting to do this today. Want to see a little magic?\"\n\n\"Oh, it's no problem! I can make some vegetables. And I'm self taught until I get to the college.\"\n\nIt was possibly a strange thing to hear, but it was rather true. She found a suitable patch of soil, kneeled down, and dug some spaced out holes big enough for the seeds, then plucked a couple of each seed from the satchels she had selected into the holes and covered them up. She set the satchels to the side, as she planned to harvest some more of the seeds to replace some of the ones she was using. She shuffled back, still on her knees, and raised both arms in front of her, palms facing the small piles of soil. \n\n\"Here we go.\"\n\nAcantha closed her eyes and focused. Soft, yellow-green light began to glow around her hands and release small sparkles of light onto the piles. She could manage about two of the plants at a time. Within a minute, sprouts began to peek up from the soil and unravel their true leaves. She focused a little harder, furrowing her brow, and the growth of the plants vegan to increase, growing ever larger. Their leaves sprouted forth from the stems and one specific plant began to bloom yellow flowers. From those yellow flowers a green vegetable began to appear, growing ever larger and longer until it was clearly a zucchini. When she was satisfied with the zucchini, she focused her efforts more on the other plant. It didn't appear as if anything was happening above, however, but after a couple of minutes she seemed satisfied. \n\nThe witch wiped some sweat from her forehead, took a deep sigh, and did the same thing to the other two piles. One of them sprouted multiple times, but seemed to only be a bunch of leaves. The other, however, grew taller and taller until it finally fell over from its own weight. Even so, she continued to grow it until a handful of long pods began to dangle from the stems. \n\nWhen she felt she had enough, she sighed in relief and put her arms down. It was clear it took quite a bit of effort from her, but instead of looking exh\n\nAusted, she was rather proud and pleased. \n\n\"Zucchini, potato, spinach, and beans. What do you think, Masino?\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino watched as the girl dug a couple of holes in yhr ground and admitted he was very confused at her actions, but he stayed quite for a few moments, he watched the girl knee ans exert alot of strength, nothing seemed to happen at first and he went to move forward and ask her what she was doing, before the sparkles began to fall over the seeds.\n\n\"What in the seven hells\"\n\nMasion said stumbling back slightly as he watched the magic flow from her hands, he had seen magic before but only in combat or used for minor things like lighting torches. But this was a whole level above anything that he had ever seen.\n\n\"You're unbelievable!\"\n\nMasino continued to watch until she was finished, he could see behind her pleased smile she had used alot of energy, and Masino had gotten alittle excited and moved over to Acantha, he effortlessly picked her up by her shoulders and gave her a hug, he released her gently with a slight nervous laugh.\n\n\"Ah! My apologies, but what you've doing is? Well? Unbelievable! I wouldn't have believed it unless I seen it with my own eyes!\"" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "She yelped at first when Masino suddenly picked her up to hug her, seemingly very effortlessly. She hugged him back a little awkwardly until he put her down. It wasn't that she Didn't Like hugs, just that it was a surprise. \n\nShe smiled sheepishly in response, cheeks turning red from embarassment, and looked back at the plants she had grown. A random small garden in a clearing. If she left it, perhaps other travelers could use the vegetables. \n\n\"A-Ah, this isn't much, I think... It's pretty much all I can do so far. But I'll be able to do lots more in the future. I'm glad you think it's impressive, though.\"\n\nShe returned to her bag and took out a small pair of shears perfect for harvesting. She kneeled back in front of the plants and began to carefully harvest the leaves and vegetables, humming softly to herself. She suddenly had a thought, though, and turned her head back to Masino.\n\n\"Ah, do we have any water to wash these? And then some to use for the soup itself?\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino shook his head with a slight laugh as he looked down to the rosey cheeked Acantha, this was amusing to him the way she looked with bright red cheeks.\n\n\"Ah don't be so modest, it would have taken three months for they plants to grow, you've done it in mere moments!\"\n\nMasino said as he stopped his laughter and moved back over towards the cart, stopping by the fire for a moment and slightly rotating the stick to turn the meat. Once done he continued to the cart, grabbing a barrel, a large flask and two mugs, the flask and two mugs balances on the medium sized barrel. The barrel had water in it, and it dipped slightly from the seal. The barrel had clearly been used for years, the flask and mugs were placed on the ground beside the crate of food.\n\n \"We've three barrel of water and two water skins somewhere, do you want a drink?\"\n\nMasino said pointing to the flask and the mugs, the flask was most definitely filled with alcohol, the flash was large enough to hold two mugs worth of the drink in question." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "\"No, but thank you. I don't tend to drink alcohol too often. I'll be good with just some water, really. Perhaps even some tea later. Hmm.\"\n\nShe shook her head and returned to harvesting. When she had as much as she wanted, she bundled them up and placed them on her lap, using her skirt as a makeshift basket for the assortment and carefully standing up so she did not throw the vegetables everywhere. She brought them over next to her bag and kneeled again, gently placing them down. Attached to her bag was a decently sized pot, one she had grown accustomed to carrying around for some time. While it had initially been easier to put it on her horse, she made sure to get in some extra strength training by carrying it around (plus, it gave her horse a little break!) Her hands swiftly unbuckled and untied the well secured pot and brought it over to the barrel of water. \n\nShe filled it up about three quarters of the way full and returned to the spot next to her bag, where she then spread out a blanket for herself. She grabbed the vegetables and set them beside her. With the pot of water in front of her and vegetables by her side, she started to carefully wash away any dirt on the food.\n\n\"I kind of like this sort of prep work. I think it's rather calming, really.\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino shrugged at her lack of wanting alcohol, he picked up the mugs and threw them back into the cart from where he was standing, he then took the flask and took a big swig from it, he visibly relaxed as he drunk. As if each muscle in his body untended as the drink flowed through his body.\n\n\"I can understand that, I'm more of a fishing or watching the fire kind guy, the flames are so useful yet so dangerous\"\n\nMasino said as he once again turned the meat ever so slightly, he was hoping to get a nice even cook all the way through the chunk of meat.\n\n\"So why did you want to learn magic? What drives you to learn the arcane arts\"\n\nMasino asked, not looking to Acantha as she worked, but instead staring deep into the fire, as if it could answer all his questions." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Her attention was focused on washing the vegetables. The unwashed ones lay to her right while the washed ones began to pile up on her left. Most of them took only a few seconds to wash away what little dirt they had on them. When she got to the potatoes, which she saved for last, she made sure to wash them Extra Thoroughly. As she scrubber their skins, she began to tell him of the origins of her magic.\n\n\"I used to live on a farm with my parents in Bridian. I'd help out whenever I was allowed to on the farm. Usually typing bundles of wheat together, sowing the seeds, checking irrigation, those sorts of things. I'd always had some sort of calling to nature, though. A connection in my soul that I couldn't quite explain, no matter how hard I try. Then, one day when I was 16 I got this Feeling When I looked at a dying flower. 'Focus on it. Breathe life into it.' Like a voice whispered into my head and heart. So I tried, and tried, and tried until I got that same glow from moments ago. It brought new life into the flower for but a few minutes, but it was enough to instill in me both an amazement and shock. With my parent's blessing, I continued to practice until I was able to help the farm's crops out. I could make them slightly more resistant to the wind, a little bit bigger, help the struggling ones to grow just enough to stay alive and make it to harvest.\"\n\nShe sighed, fondly remembering the simpler days of life on the farm in Bridian. It felt as if it was so long ago now. \n\n\"Years passed and I grew tired of being limited to what I could do. I wanted to learn more, do more, and see more. So I set off for a journey to the college. Sure, I could take a portal or a boat, but I want to see the world. And in doing so, I've learned so much more about other people and myself.\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino watched Acantha and gave her a slight smile as she spoke, the girl was clearly proud of herself and she definitely should be. For such a young age her achievements are so high. Once she had finished speaking, Masino gave a slight sigh as he kept the chunk of meat from burning, once a raw side faced down he turned back to Acantha.\n\n\"You remind me of my younger sister, she was a gifted mage who could heal any wound\"\n\nHe said a clear sadness covered not only his face but his entire body, even for his pure size he seemed to weaken as he spoke.\n\n\"When we were kids, I remember a day where her and I were down at a small creek. We use to love to go fishing together, but one day I slipped in the mud of the bank, and broke a leg.\"\n\nHe raised his right leg slightly and stabbed it at the ground, showing how strong the leg was.\n\n\"It was the day her powers started, with a single touch she knitted my leg back together in seconds, she truly was incredible.\"\n\nMasino said with a slight tear forming in his eye, he turned away from Acantha and focused on cooking the meat though." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "She wasn't fool enough to miss the clear signs in his language and expression that hinted something had happened to his sister. She thought on it for a few moments as she finished up washing the potatoes, setting them aside with the rest of the vegetables and pushing herself off the ground. She picked up the pot and took a few steps to toss the water to the side and wipe the inside with a clean cloth. Then, she returned to the water barrel to fill it up about halfway. As she did, she tried to tread the topic carefully.\n\n\"It sounds as if you cared for your sister quite a bit. If you're alright to, would you like to tell me what she was like?\"\n\nShe gave him the gentlest of smiles as she passed by him with the pot of water, returning to her spot with the vegetables. She set it beside where she would be sitting and dug out a small wooden board and knife from her bag. She inspected the sharpness of the knife, determined it was just sharp enough, and began to chop the vegetables into bite sized pieces. With each one she finished, the pieces would be gently tossed into the water." }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino sighed and reached down to the crate that still had dried meat a fruit in it, taking out another apple and taking a large bite.\n\n\"She was great, one of those innocent and harmless souls that wouldn't hurt a fly. She was younger then I and strangely enough she was a full human.\"\n\nThis time Masino did not hold the tear back, it fell from his face and was followed by many more. He raised his hand and cleared the tears from his face.\n\n\"She was the pride of the family, a human magic user. My family could all use magic except myself, but she was on a whole different level. She was meant to go to some magic school in the south, unfortunately our parents died while we were young, together her and I survived for quote a few years. She never did get to go to that fancy school\"\n\nMasino's words shifted from sadness to poison as he spoke, without much effort Masino crushed the apple that was in his hand, and then shook off the accidentally paste he had created.\n\n\"Ah! My apologies, I'm sure you don't want to know the history of a fool\"\n\nMasino, finished cleaning his hand on the fur below his stomach, and them reached for a fresh apple, all anger and sadness had quickly faded away with a practiced easy." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "As soon as she saw his tears, she dropped what she was doing and hurried over to him. Seeing others cry always had the tendency to break her heart a little and she wanted to ease their pain, even if only for a little bit. She offered to wipe away some of his tears with a cloth, but he had wiped them away himself. A frown tugged at the corners of her mouth, yet her eyes held nothing but an expression of pure sympathy for him. \n\n\"It sounds as if she were a wonderful person. I'm sure she would be proud of the person you have become.\"\n\nShe offered him a hug, opening her arms wide. \n\n\"Perhaps others may not want to hear it, but I am not them. I've listened to countless histories of the people I've met along my journey. Each one is just as important as the last. Including yours. Even if your history is full of suffering, I will listen and hope to be a bright spot in it, even if it is only for a short while.\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "The massive man accepted the hug from the smaller girl, this time he didn't quickly put her down like the last time, he didn't even pick her off thr ground this time, simply pulled her in and held her against his side for almost a full moment.\n\n\"When everyone is dead history is all you have left my friend, pain and suffering are just lessons to carry with life\"\n\nMasino broke the hug but left one of his large hands resting on Acantha's shoulder, he had returned fully to his normal self now and took his hand from her, moving back over to the crate and munching on an apple, not crushing this one to paste.\n\n\"You've the same Aura as her, both young and strong females, with strong magic within. I may have no magic and never will, but I can see clearly you'll go far\"\n\nMasino said moving one hand to rest on the green gem crested into his chest, it gave a slight glow for just longer then a second, Masino didn't notice the glow as his eyes were closed in thought, when he opened them the glow was gone." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "She noticed the slight glow from the gem on his chest, making a mental note that it indeed may have something more to it than what was on the surface. And if his sister had anything to do with it, and she was a mage as well, it would just lend credence to her suspicions. She wouldn't mention it to him, but rather keep it in mind for later. Instead, she gave him her trademark gentle smile. \n\n\"Thank you. I'm sure I will go far as well. But no matter how far I go, I will not forget you or your story. For now, though, we're focused on finding out the truth about this,\" She pointed to the gem, hesitating to touch it. She moved the hand that was pointing at the gem to his shoulder." }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino gave a hearty laugh as she pointed to the crested gem that was attached to his chest, he had wore this gem for as long as he could remember.\n\n\"It's just a silly trinket that my sister gave to me when our parents died, it was one of those I'll always be with you exchanges, little did I know it would be the only thing left of her a few years later.\"\n\nMasino had stopped checking the years a long time ago, and wasn't even sure how long it had been or how old he actually was at this very moment, he was the kind who would live the days as they come.\n\n\"Come my friend, let us drop this topic for the night? Let us finish making our dinner\"\n\nMasino's hand took Acantha's hand within his own, he held onto it slightly longer then he meant too, after a short time he left he go and continued to tend the meat, darkness had full settled around thier camp, and the moon was high in the sky casting shadows at odd angles with the fire." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "She nodded, letting him hold her hand until he let go. \n\n\"Absolutely, I fear I will starve if we don't get it going soon,\" She joked. \n\nShe returned to adding the vegetables to the pot of water. Once they were all in, she searched around their camp for some larger wet branches. After a few minutes, she returned triumphantly with an armful of them and started carefully setting them up over the fire to create a stable platform for the pot. She needed to make sure there was enough space for the fire to keep getting adequate amounts of air, yet close enough together that she didn't have to worry about the pot falling through and tipping over. After a few minutes of adjusting, she thought she found the right spots. Acantha grabbed the pot and brought it to the campfire, resting it on top of the branches in a spot where it would get quite a bit of heat. \n\nShe returned once more to her bag, picking put a handful of spices she wanted to use. She emptied some of their contents into a small, clean cloth that she could take over and dump into the pot. She mumbled to herself as she did so.\n\n\"Rosemary... Basil... Oregano... A little thyme... Ohh, perhaps a little coriander.\"\n\nWhen she'd finished choosing the spices, she did indeed dump them into the pot. \n\n\"There! Now we just need to wait for it to cook. Hopefully it shouldn't be too long, but those potatoes will take the longest.\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "As if on que as soon as Acantha mentioned starving both od Masino's stomachs began to growl and he have another laugh, this time it was genuine as if nothing of sadness or anger had passed. Now that the meat had a nice seer around the outside of it Masino took it from thr fire to allow Acantha's pot, he then wrapped the meat in a fresh cloth and then dug a hole beside the fire, placing the cloth covered meat inside the hole and then covering it with embers that had built up from the burning wood.\n\n\"You seem to really enjoy cooking? Is it one of your passions\"\n\nMasino said over his shoulder as he continued to work with the embers spreading them over the thick cloth, a slight layer of dirt separating the two. The warmth of thr fire and the embers, would slowly cook the meat through. \n\n\"Don't be afraid to have some of thr fruit if you want? Or even the dried meat to get you though till the main\"\n\nMasino didn't want his new friend to starve, but he also wasn't sure what her eating habits were like, Masino species were supposed grazed for most the day, he knew many humans would eat in many different styles." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Acantha returned to the spot she was sitting at and started to clean up. She wiped the blade clean and set aside all of the vegetable scraps, then wiped down the cutting board and let it dry nearby. \n\n\"I wouldn't say it's necessarily a passion of mine. I know enough to make some good meals. Baking, though? That's a passion of mine.\"\n\n\nShe spread her arms wide to gesture to the environment around them.\n\n\"It's a little hard to bake out here, though. Not the things I like to bake, at least. What about you? Any hobbies or passions?\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "\"It's good to have a passion and maybe one day I'll be about to enjoy your baking\"\n\nMasino said with a slight smile as he stomped around in a circle on the spot, before folding his legs and sitting on the ground. His height was now slightly shorter the Acantha. He had to look up slightly to met her eyes.\n\n\"Honestly I adore fishing, it's been years since I've had time to fish, I've just been working for pretty much the last ten years without much time to myself. Maybe travelling as well? But that's more work for me then a hobby\"\n\nMasino scratched underneath his chin in thought, as he did one of his ears began to react and he clearly enjoyed it.\n\n\"We've about a day and a half left in our journey and the trip back will be quicker, how long will it take for you to get to collage after we part ways?\"" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "\"One day, yes! I'd love for you to try! If our paths cross once more, I would be delighted.\"\n\nShe pulled a wooden spoon from her bag and stirred the soup. Not quite ready yet. She tapped away any excess soup from the spoon and set it aside on a cloth. \n\n\"Fishing, huh? I've only done it a few times, honestly. I was mostly too grossed out by worms to really give it a shot when I was a child!\" \n\nShe sat down beside him, cross legged and swaying side to side, humming to herself whenever she wasn't speaking. She was in a particularly joyful mood. After all, how could she not be happy when she was in such pleasant company?\n\n\"Hmm. I've never had a set date for when I need to be at the college. I still have to go through the Lilac Forest and further south along the coast until I can take a boat to Sihirisium. Weeks? Months? Who knows what - or who - I will encounter along the way.\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino was doubt full the pair would met up again, but if they every did we would definitely try to get her to bake something.\n\n\"Honestly I've never used worms for bait, I tend to use small bits of meat, or other fish seem to work well too\"\n\nMasino said laying his hand on the hot embers, once he had felt the embers cool slightly. He used a small stick to flick fresh burning embers over his buried meat chunk. Once down Masino watched Acantha for a moment or two was she swayed and hummed, this girl was a complete mystery to him, so happy and so delightful to be around. This was the first time Masino had felt slightly happy in years, he shook his head to shake the feeling, he couldn't be a attached to another fragile human.\n\n\"Thats a long way to travel, you're quite well versed in the world for someone so young, I hope you stay safe on your travels\"\n\nMasino said, faking a smile before letting out a yawn and stretching his arms out with, he even made a slight mooing sound followed by a grunt." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Acantha stirred the pot of boiling soup again, this time letting a piece of potato cool in the spoon. Once it was she popped it in her mouth to test if it was done. Sure enough, they were done. Which meant everything else would be done as well! She grabbed two bowls and spoons from her bag and ladeled some of the soup in each one.\n\n\"It's hot! Also, have as much as you'd like. I'll probably just eat a single bowl.\"\n\nShe offered the bowl to Masino, if he was interested in it." }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino took the bowl and gave it a long sniff, the scent of all the vegetables and spices tickled at his nose.\n\n\"As long as you don't mind?\"\n\nMasino said rasing the bowl in the air and then instead of eating from it he began to drink from the bowl, a few seconds later and the bowl was placed in the ground, completely empty of the soup. Once placed Masino moved to the buried meat, uncovering the the cloth bag from the embers and dirt, as he unwrapped the meat, the outer well cooked flesh became visible. Masino took a knife and cut a well cooked piece, tasting it first before cutting another piece off and offering it to Acantha.\n\n\"The edges are cooked well, and through, as you get towards the centre it will be rare, my favourite.\"\n\nMasino said with a slight laugh, the knife and piece of meat held out in front of him." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "\"Of course not! This will be plenty for me and I've made quite a bit of soup.\"\n\nAcantha took her own spoon into the soup and blew on its contents, trying to cool it down some before taking a bite. It was still a bit hot, but manageable. She seemed to relax quite a bit as she enjoyed the flavor of the vegetables, starting to hum once more. When Masino offered the meat she gladly grabbed the piece and immediately a took a bite. She savored it for a moment, then smiled. \n\n\"It's great! I'm definitely more of well cooked person, so you can definitely have the rare bits.\"\n\nCurious, she dipped a little bit of the meat in the soup to test it out. Not bad." }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino continued to carve to meat for a few moment, he had taken square wooden plate from his crate of food, and began to place the well done pieces of meat on one side and the rare pieces of meat on the side closest to him. The pair fell into a blissful silence as they ate the soup and the strips of meat, Masino ended up eating three bowls of the soup and atleast half of the rare chunks.\n\n\"These woods aren't terribly safe at night I will admit, I would suggest you get some sleep.\"\n\nMasino said shifting slightly on the ground and placing a hand gently onto Acantha's shoulder. He let that hand rest for a moment before letting out a gentle sigh which was followed by a yawn which he shook his head from afterwards.\n\n\"I'll be awake for a few more hours, place I don't really even need sleep that much to be honest\"\n\nMasino said with a slight a slight laugh as he again shifted his legs but this time he stood to his full height, he began to pack up anything non essential to the camp, so the pair didn't have to work about anything going walk about in the night, wether by the wind or sticky hands." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "In the time it took Masino to finish two bowls, Acantha finished her single one and about a third of the meat he'd carved for her. She stretched her arms out on opposite sides and turned her back each way, then yawned. \n\n\"Oh, it's good that it's safe! I'll clean up from the prep work, then hit the hay- er, sorry. Head to bed?\"\n\nShe chuckled awkwardly and hoped that her wording wouldn't be taken the wrong way. She pushed herself up from the ground and back towards her small tent she had set up earlier. She dug out two thick cloths from her bag and used them to remove the empty pot from the campfire so it could cool down. Then, she cleaned up any remaining scraps of vegetables, wiped her knife clean, and put away the spices and cutting board. She checked the pot to see if it had cooled, but it needed a bit longer. In the meantime, she readied the area in her small tent to be comfortable for the night. Once more she checked the pot and determined it to be cool enough to handle. She filled it with a touch of water, then scrubbed away at it with a small square piece of what looked like chainmail. Once she was satisfied with its cleanliness, Acantha dried it off and attached it to her bag once more. Before she slipped away into her tent, she stopped for a moment with a smile.\n\n\"Good night, Masino. Sleep well!\" \n\nWith that, she settled into her bedroll." }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "\"Good night my friend\"\n\nMasino said and gave a slight wave to Acantha, he had finished tiding up to camp and the only thing left unpacked was the fire that had lowered down to a small flame with mostly embers providing heat and a small bit of light. Masino waited and watched over the came having a few minutes kip every hour, with enough to keep his mind clear and allow his body to heal from the days work. Staying alert and keeping watch was something he was extremely good at, his eyes were similar to that of a cow, he had a decent amount of vision at night and a wide field of view. \n\nThe night was late and uneventful, the sun had barely began to kiss the horizon when Masino began to get ready for the day ahead. The fire had gone out over the night and he covered the embers with dirt before moving over to the cart and checking everything that was secure and the load was accounted for. With a long sigh of relief he had completed his work, and began to watch the sun gently crest into the sky, while he waited on his new companion." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Acantha was well into the habit of waking up just as the sun would peek over the horizon, it's light giving the sky a pale and pastel mixture of yellows and oranges. With a big stretch while laying down and an audible yawn, Acantha sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking around at the environment surrounding her as if trying to remember where she was. When her mind cleared from the foggy effects of awakening, she blinked twice and looked around for Masino. Once she caught sight of him, she called out to let him know she was awake.\n\n\"Good morning, Masino!\"\n\nIt was at this point she realized that he was already packed up and ready to leave again. Adrenaline coursed through her as she panicked, stumbling to get up to her feet and start packing her own things up. \n\n\"A-Ah, just a minute! I'll pack up real quick!\"\n\nShe hastily rolled her bedroll up and buckled it to her backpack. Blankets were folded up and the pit from the previous night was securely attached to the bag as well, adding a hefty amount of weight to it that she had grown accustomed to handling. She fished out a well used hairbrush from her bag, rushed through brushing her hair out, then double checked she had everything before fastening everything in place. She swung the bag over her shoulders with a grunt and hurried over to Masino, slightly out of breath.\n\n\"S-sorry! I'm ready to go now!\"" }, { "author": "Masino", "message": "Masino laughed as his young female companion began to move in a flustered blur, as she rushed to catch up and get ready. The warmth and the light of the sun filled him with a moment of peace as he turned away from watching Acantha as not to seem for her to rush.\n\n\"Stay calm my friend, I'm an early riser. Centaurs can get rest by just standing still and Minotaurs don't really need much sleep at all, trade off is I need to eat so much just to stay active\"\n\nMasino said out loud but not facing Acantha, after a few minutes Masino sighed and moved back over to the cart carrying all of thier items and equipment, he reached over the edge and grabbed a small sack, which he then tied onto the side of the cart, where he could reach it while pulling, he then moved to position himself to hook up the cart for yet another long day on the road. \n\n\"We should be at the lumber mill early tomorrow morning, before the sun reaches its peak in the sky, the trip back to town should only take a day.\"\n\nMasino said as he finished hooking himself up to his cart, and watched as Acantha was also now ready for the days journey in front of the pair." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "\"I see. Well, let's make some good progress today!\"\n\nAcantha set her bag in the cart, making sure it was rather secure, then waited to see if Masino would allow her to ride on his back again. If not, she was perfectly content with walking alongside him, especially if it meant they could travel a touch faster. She was in no hurry, of course, but she worried about Masino getting tired, even if he was used to doing this work all the time.\n\nIf he did let her up, she would hesitate again for a brief moment before swinging a leg over to straddle his back and return to how she was sitting the day prior." } ]	221.5	14,013
64.083333	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Having walked for nearly an hour through the labyrinth of streets, she finally finds Kira's library and steps inside, shutting the door carefully behind her, mindful to keep the damp out. Books were precious, and sometimes difficult to obtain depending on the town. It was also a matter of respect. \n\n\"Kira! Are ye about, lass?\"" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira had been having an exceptionally boring day. Very few people here to check out books, and no one here to do any returns. So, in all that time, Wikira had set to devising the meaning of yet another symbol in that book of hers. When she heard the door opening, she looked up from her work to face the customer. Lo and behold, it was Lysira. A smile immediately sprung to Wikira's face. She placed down the quill and waved to her.\n\n\"Lysria, a pleasure to see you again. I'm glad you found your way here.\"\n\n\n\nWikira was a short human girl, standing at a whopping five foot nothing. She had short brown hair that fell to her chin. She had dark greenish eyes with peculiar flecks of gold that seem to swim through them. She was rather skinny from a life bookkeeping and not much else." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She spies the small woman and makes her way over. \"Aye. That I did, though was no easy task. How are ye? Been out in the snow? It's lovely an' brisk. I love a fresh snow fall.\"" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"It's been snowing? I can't say I've noticed. I've been busy running the library... And trying to decipher this idiotic book. How have you been?\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She draws off her cloak, careful to set the wet garment somewhere that it won't drip on anything. \"Fine, mostly. Learnin' the town a bit more. How is the magic book deciphering goin'?\"" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira grimaces and looks down at the book before her. She sighs and stretches her arms above her head.\n\n\"It's going... Very slowly. I've started work on another symbol, but this one is extremely esoteric. It has something to do with the way the body interacts with magic, but I have no idea how.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "\"That sounds dangerous. Ye could end up with yer skin on backwards, eh?\"" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira laughs but shakes her head.\n\n\"Nah, I don't think so. But what could end up happening is that I lose the ability to cast magic forever. So... Yeah that's not ideal. I haven't tested it on myself yet, not until I figure how exactly what it does and how it works. Hard to do, honestly.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "\"Could ye test it on ...An animal, say? Sumthin' less worrisome if it goes awry?\"" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"I could. But it's best that I know what I'm doing. If I accidentally formulate the string of symbols wrong I'll give myself a migraine... Or permanent brain damage. Neither of which are very pleasant.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "\"Well, I'm sure I know nuthin' about it. Give me a blade, an' I'll have sumthin' to say, though.\" She looks about the room. \"You've quite the collection here. How long did it take ye to gather them all?\"" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira looks around the room, a muted look of pride on her face.\n\nThe library is one larger room with shelves lining all the walls, except for the one behind Wikira's desk. There are also six free standing shelves situated throughout the room packed with books. The whole room is rather large, a few thousand square feet. The whole area is filled with the smell of old books.\n\n\"My whole life, and several generations back. I'm the latest in a long line of librarians.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She whistles low under her breath and walks over to the closet row of books, reading the spines. \"I could get lost in here for weeks.\" She murmurs low.\n\nShe turns to Kira. \"It's even larger than my library was at home. I imagine I've nae read any of these, bein' on a different continent. It's like a thousand birthdays under one roof.\" She chuckles merrily." }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira beams at her. She puts aside her work and gets up from behind the desk, walking over to Lysira.\n\n\"Anything in particular you're looking for? Of course, browsing is fine as well.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "\"Well, nuthin' at the moment. But I did wish to talk to ye about sumthin' ye spoke of the other night. Yer versed in botany I heard?\"" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Yes, I am! That's actually what I was studying earlier in my life. I was planing on becoming a botanist, you know. Then I came across that book and... Well... That became my priority.\"\n\nLysira could detect the smallest hint of regret in Wikira's voice as she says that.\n\n\"Anyway, why do you ask?\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "\"Because I also love plants. An' especially I like herbs. I wish ta know more about them. Makin' remedies an such. I've quite a need for them sometimes, especially healin' ones.\"" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Oh! I've got a few books that could help you out with that, give me a second!\"\n\nWithout waiting for a response, Wikira walks away and returns with a stack of books a minute later.\n\n\"Okay, first and foremost, I suggest \"Basic Herbology\" By Ingvi Featherlight. It's a really good way to get into herbal remedies and such. Next you're gonna want to read \"Medicine Around Me\" By Mimi Carlington. Finally, this is a pocket book of common herbal remedies to carry around with you!\"\n\nWikira shoots Lyrisa a wide smile." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She widens her eyes, stunned. Picking up the pocket sized one, she thumbs through the pages, reading the entries. She points to an ingredient. \"Here now, what's this? Burberry... I've not heard of it.\"\n\nShe points to another ingredient, \"An this? Oil of minx? Is that an herb?\"" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Oh, Burberry is a small greenish berry you can find growing on bushes up north. They are extremely sour and will make you sick if you eat them raw, but if you crush them up and boil them, you've got yourself a juice that'll help with congestion and stomach aches. Oil of minx itself isn't an herb, but the Minx plant is! Minx plants are ferns with reddish leaves that are super sharp. Seriously, if you drag it across your skin it'll cut you open. However, when you crush the leaves, they secrete an oil that can be used as a kind of disinfectant for wounds.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "\"This is marvelous. Thank you. I will be careful with these, an' bring them back when I've learned them.\" She holds up the 'basic herbology. \"An this one has drawings. That will help me learn to identify them in the woods.\"" }, { "author": "sioda_warrior", "message": "\"Mayhaps you'd come with me sometime. We could search fer these plants in the forest.\"" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Oh, alright, just make sure to bring them back in a month, just to ensure they are safe. If you aren't done with them you can always check them out again. Also I'd love to come with you sometime! It'll be fun! Like a d-\"\n\nWikira stops herself and clears her throat.\n\n\"Like a little research expedition!\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She tilts her head, having caught Kira's little slip. \"What were ye goin' ta say?\" Watches the small women curiously." }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Whuh? Nothing! I wasn't gonna say anything. Nothing at all. Especially not something embarrassing that I'm trying to cover up. Nope! Not at all.\"\n\nWikira gives Lysira the most unconvincing smile she's ever seen." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She breaks into a grin. \"Come now, Kira. There's nunthin' embarrassin' around me that ye need ta hide.\" She opens her palms. \"I dinnae have anyone ta tell, ye know. Yer me only friend... Well, unless ye count the ninja R's.\" She adds with a small laugh." }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira cringes to herself and puts her face in a hand, groaning. When they next speak they look extremely embarrassed.\n\n\"Look, it was a slip of the tongue, okay? I didn't mean anything by it. I wasn't thinking.\"\n\nShe sighs\n\n\"I was gonna say... Date.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She looks completely baffled.\n\n\"Aye, we'd be settin' a date to go, of certain. Within the snow commin' down though, it might needs to wait till clearer weather. An' maybe not even till the spring?\"" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "Wikira looks at Lyrisa, dumbfounded. Perhaps she doesn't understand the terminology? That's... Probably for the best.\n\n\"Haha yeah. Totally. Mhm. Great. Yep. Sure. I'm fine waiting until spring. Sounds good.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She gives a perfunctory nod. \"Settled then. Though if the weather clears we could go sooner just ta see what grows in winter? I've no idea these parts, if there are areas where the ground stays warm. I've seen such places, where hot water boils out of the ground in springs an' keeps the earth warm fer the plants ta grow. Some strange plants can grow along such streams, though I've no idea what they might be.\"" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"I don't believe there are any natural springs near here, though I can't say I've checked. I do know of a few hardy plants that live the winter, I could help you identify them when the snow melts. Just pop by whenever you're ready to head out, my schedule is flexible. Not like anyone will care if the library is closed a little early.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She nods at Kira's words, somewhat absorbed in one of the books in her hand. Suddenly she stops and looks over at the woman. \"Did ye mean date as in.. A boy an' girl goin' out?\"" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"A boy and a girl... Specifically? Oh I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I don't know if you even like other girls... Please just forget about it, okay?\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "An eyebrow arches. \"Like other... Oh.\" Sira blinks. This is truly the first time this has ever happened. She shrugs her shoulder. \"Sorry, nae. I don't.\" She says simply. She lifts one of the books. \"Thanks fer these. I'll return them soon, an' will be lookin' fer that splendid day to go herb huntin. Good eve to ye then, Kira.\"" }, { "author": "Wikira Nailo", "message": "\"Right, of course. Sorry again. Enjoy the books! Those three are the ones I find that I use most.\"\n\nWikira waves to Lysira and goes back behind the desk to bury herself in her work once more.\n\n\"See you later.\"" }, { "author": "sioda_warrior", "message": "\"Laters!\" She slides into her cloak, pulls up the hood and covers the books with the material, then bows her head and slips out into the chilly air." } ]	54	2,307
105.388889	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "snyper493", "message": "K: _Kiros heads down the street, heading toward the exit of the small city, his lower back twitches as the harness settles a bit, everything molding once again to his form. He sighs a bit in satisfaction and picks up speed a bit, being careful of the people around him. He waves to people as he passes in a friendly farewell. He keeps his hands free, leaving his war hammer in its holster at his belt. \"Well... I am off...\" Murmuring to himself._" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "In the middle of the day there was a large lamia woman in the main road looking at the main signpost, a look of confusion on her face as she slides around it a couple of time, putting her tail on it to test it's strength before crosses her arms tapping her arm and tapping the ground at the same time with her tail" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_He raises an eyebrow at the site of the large lamia, his tail twitched slightly, ancient fears quickly subdued. He walks closer, looking back briefly, making sure of the clearance. He stops a bit of a way off, (about ten feet) \"Greetings!\" He calls out. \"It looks like you might be... Lost?\"_" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "She looks over at him her eyes passing over his body in a cursory glance, almost akin to a predator sizing up the value of a hunt before she her eyes trail back to his own. He could see that this snake woman had a good amount of length to her and was by no means small even compared to any others like her. It was likely that she was strong and to certain people, dangerous \"What is this thing?\" She asks, her voice carrying on the wind to hit his ears gently, though her curiousity was definitly peaked as she didn't expect to see a centaur in the city with their preferance for larger spaces" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_His eyes glance over to the signpost before moving back to her, \"A... Signpost... It has some basic directions to key places here.\" He moves slightly closer, looking her over with some curiosity, \"I have not seen a Lamia before...\" He blurts. He reaches back and pulls a leather cord and taps something with his right hind, a click, and he moves a bit forward, a bit free from the cart he was hitched to._" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "She had now fully turned to him still curious. Though she had seen bigger centaurs, perhaps this one was a younger one, so she slithers forward towards the centaur man and stops just in front of him \"Am i to your expectations?\" She says tracing her fingers up her waist and maintaining eye contact with him as she brings her tail around to lay at his side and straightening to measure him though his trinkets does peak her interest as he wasn't wearing armour yet was clad in cloth, unlike the centaurs she hunted on occasion" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_He raises an eyebrow before slowly shrugging, \"Never knew what to expect...\" He steps back a bit, and twists his upper around and sets the harness back in place. He looked back to her, \"Well... I need to head out down the river... There is a small village that needs a blacksmith for a time... Disaster struck them.\" He looked around and sees that her lower length is closer. He smiles nervously, \"Well... Take care...\" And carefully moves around her, still a bit uncomfortable around her._" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "Her eyes follow him as he walks around her large body \"And what disaster is this?\" She asks riddled with curiosity as to what would have anchored his interest" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Looks over to her before stopping, \"Some winter flooding... They lost a portion of their housings near the banks.\" He gestures to his cart, \"I am a blacksmith with a mobile forge... And help out wherever I can. I Also travel a lot with it to learn from other smiths in the lands.\"_" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "She looks over his shoulder at the wagon before slithering up and looking over all the equipment running a hand up the side of it, her serpentine body curling around to rest around his front and side on the path \"Flooding?\" She asks still curious" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_He stops as she touched the small wagon and stopped in front of him, he nods a bit, \"Small rivers flood with melt from the mountains.\" He crosses his arms, \"It seems like you can move rather well... Maybe you can come and help... They still need to move some of the collapsed housings...\" He nods, \"Can you do anything else? Any useful skills?\"_" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "The large lamia woman looks at him before she raises herself up and climbs into the wagon resting inside before leaning forward to bring her head closer to his \"A look won't hurt, and then i can see what you do\" She says before retreating back to the wagon and lounging in there expecting a free ride" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros sighs a bit as he hears her settle on the cart, \"Uh... Ok...\" His voice sounded a bit annoyed, \"Please ask next time...\" He suddenly hears creaking and snaps his gaze back, his eyes locking onto the creaking and sees the wheels starting to give, \"Oh... Get OFF!\" His voice coming out not angry, but startled._" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "She began to feed her body back onto the floor to lessen the weight on the cart before her whole body was out, annoyed at his reaction but she had felt the creaking beneath her body so she did understand the reasoning behind it \"That's annoying\" She says dissapointed in the carts fragility" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros lets out a breath and sighs, \"It was already loaded... Near full..\" He releases himself and moves about the cart, checking to make sure it all is good. His eyes land on some damage on the wheels and sigh, \"That is going to take a day...\" He hangs his head low and then turns his gaze to Nyxia, \"Not yer fault...\" He moves around and hooks it back up to him, \"Kiros... My name is Kiros...\"_" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "\"Kiros...\" She says back to him taking it in before she replies back with \"Well i won't eat you yet then, i am called Nyxia\" She replies returning to her normal disposition despite her irritation at the shoddy craftsmen ship of these prey races, but she brushed the notion aside as she came up onto his side looking down at the centaur man looking at him from flank to face getting a proper look at him now" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros blinks a bit at the eating comment, \"Are you... Hungry?\" He would seem to tense slightly, tail flicking, and a stance of almost ready to defend himself, \"I can... Lead you to a place to eat...\" He shrugs a bit before, \"But first... Need to head back to the blacksmith here... Cause there is a carpenter next door that can help...\" He sighs before starting to move back to where he came from, carefully moving to not do too much more damage to the cart and to other villagers._" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "Nyxia follows along next to him hungry and curious as to what hunting grounds this town had \"That sounds nice, do you hunt as well? Or are you one of the preytaurs that grazes?" }, { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "A distant voice can barely be heard calling out over the sounds of nature and the gentle daytime breeze. If one looks in the direction of the voice, a large caravan wagon painted in riotous red and yellow colouring is lumbering its way down the road coming from town, pulled by a massive beast of a black horse. \n\n\"Nyx!.... Nyxia!... Where did that Lamia run off to... Or slither I suppose... Ah! Nyx! Is that you I see off in the distance?\"\n\nEventually the woman and her beast make it to where you two are. She smiles at the centaur, jumping down to give him a polite curtsy - pretending that her cape is a skirt for such - as she introduces herself with an excited rush of words and questions.\n\n\"Well met noble Centaur! A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am the traveling merchant Nina, and my equine companion is Sullivan. May I ask your name? What brings you to this humble place? It is rare to meet one of your kind this far from the plains they call home... I see you have met my new friend Nyxia, I hope she hasn't inadvertently scared you - I'm trying to teach her how to live as part of society rather than in the wild mountains she called home.\"" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros pauses in his steps, the cart slowly coming to a stop as his eyes alight onto Nina, his eyebrow rises as she mentions knowing Nyxia, \"Ahh... Kiros is my name...\" He shrugs a bit before, \"Blacksmithing... Been learning all across the eastern side of the island...\" He looks between Nyxia and Nina before, \"Ahh... No...\" His voice carried a hint of annoyance, \"I was just about to head back to the shop... Need to fix something...\" His eyes dart to Nyxia, \"Some... Misunderstanding on my part... Lead to damage...\"\n\nHe sighs a bit before turning back to head back towards the carpenter's workshop, his tail seen twitching with annoyance before the cart hides it away. His posture seems... Agitated._" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "Nyxia flinches as she heard nina call her name before the lamia turns back to her and listens and just listens before she sees the centaur begin to move away and proceeds to follow him unaware of any reason why she shouldn't" }, { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "Nina frowns, and reading into the centaur's mood makes an assumption. \"Nyx... You broke something, didn't you?\" Nina sighs, and says \"Get back in the caravan Nyx, we'll go with Kiros and pay for the damage. This is one of the things I was trying to teach you - always fix your mistakes.\"\n\nNina has Sullivan turn the wagon around, then hops back up onto the drivers bench and follows Kiros." }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "\"I don't know what you're talking about, i didn't break anything. And you still need to buy me a pasta! She says as she crossed her arms and tapped her tail on the ground clearly annoyed \"Besides i have no monies to pay him, i havent found job yet, and you still haven't shown me where to find the criminals i hunt for money and why can't i eat the criminals again?\" She says right there in the middle of the street, likely getting quite a few sideways glances from the now worried locals" }, { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "\"You can't eat people period. Even criminals sentenced to death need to be dealt with by authorities or it is still considered murder. Even dead or alive bounties need to be brought back for proof, so you can't eat them either. We talked about this, remember?\"\n\nNina sighs, and shakes her head, mumbling \"You act like you have the memory of a goldfish Nyx. You really need to pay attention to these things woman.\"\n\n\"Anyway, I will pay this time. I'm the one teaching you, and need to take responsibility for my poor teaching skills. We'll figure out a job for you later. As for breaking things... Kiros, what did she break? Was it your cart?\"" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros kept going, the cart seeming to wobble slightly as one of the tire seem out of round, \"Tis ok...\" He grumbles out. \"I forgot something at the smithy...\" He moves on, irritation in the lines of his body.\n\nHe moves back to the workshop area and quickly detaches the cart and starts working on the cart, first pulling his heavier stuff out. He braces slightly as he pulls the anvil out and places it carefully on the floor, kneeling as best as he could with such weight. After that, he pulls out more and places them carefully about the anvil.\n\nOnce the heavier items are out, he grabs his barrel of steel stock and places it just near the broken rail. He braces... And lifts the side of the cart up and kicks forward with one of his hind legs to push the barrel underneath to brace the cart up._" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "Meanwhile Nyxia had watched the centaur for a little bit before she slipped into the blacksmith shop curious as to what it was and began to slither around the room inspecting each little tool and weapon \"So this must be where all the soldiers got those swords\" She says before poking her head back towards the centaur \"Would you like them? I need some money and my cave has weapons i don't need\"" }, { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "Arriving just behind, Nina watches Kiros. She sighs now that she realizes what Nyx did, and scratshes the back of her head nervously as she can see that Kiros is agitated.\n\n\"I see now... She tried to get a free ride, didn't she? She did that to me too when we met. I do know a really good wagonwright in Aismir if you're interested. He made my caravan wagon, and it did fine with the added weight of a certain Lamia. He could probably make you a cart that can easily handle more weight while still being light for its size. Now then, what can I do to help?\"" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros turns slightly to Nyxia, before slowly shaking his head, \"Sell them to the blacksmith here... Or a weapon merchant...\" His voice gruff a bit before he turns his gaze to Nina, \"Please... Just see if the Carpenter is in. Tell him it's Kiros... And the cart.\" He seems to take some time to himself, a breath here and there as he collects, \"This cart was... Is an ongoing project of mine. I forged and shaped each metal piece and tools within this cart.\" \n\nHe goes around the cart slightly and pulls out a couple tools and moves back to the cart and the tire that broke and begins to take it off, carefully. His focus on the cart. A moment later he pulls off the wheel and puts it aside._" }, { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "Nina nods to Kiros, and quickly disappears to do as requested. Her horse however takes a couple steps forward out of curiosity to watch Kiros work...\n\nAn astonishingly short time later, Nina returns. She also is holding a basket of sweet rolls glazed in honey... They smell divine!\n\n\"The carpenter says he will be out shortly to speak with you. He seems to like you quite a bit despite his gruff personality. I grabbed these as well, there's a little bakery run by an adorable hobbit girl around the corner. Here, have one.\"\n\nShe proffers one to both Kiros and Nyxia with a gentle smile." }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "Takes the sweet roll and sniffs it a little before she touches the tip of her tongue to it and takes a bite, all at once her eyes widen her tail starts swaying happily and she hums in a high pitch from how sweet this thing was, she mainly lived off animals and wanderers so the sweet treat was a whole new experience, she put a hand the the side of her jaw as she remained stunned from the taste eyes closed, smiling and letting the sweetness melt deeper into her mouth" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros nods his thanks to her. His gaze turns to her horse, an eyebrow raised, \"Well hello there..\" He goes back to his work, his body still a bit tense as his anger slowly bleeds off with the work. He turns as he hears Nina come back and listens. He nods his thanks and reaches over and gently takes a roll from her, \"Thanks...\" He quickly eats the sweet treat, his eyes going wide with the sugar.\n\nHe hears something and turns toward the carpenter's workshop, \"A moment!\" He quickly licks off the leftover honey off his finger tips then wipe it off. He grabs the tire and looks to Nyxia and Nina, \"It'll probably be a few hours... Don't let me hold you both up.\" He grabs his ballpeen hammer and heads on in. He is carefully walking in, his 'shoes' clacking on the wood._" }, { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "Nina nods and pokes her head in the doorway to yell at the carpenter \"Whatever mister Kiros needs, I'll pay for it. I will return in probably two hours. My horse and wagon will remain here so you can rest assured I'll be back.\"\n\nShe waves goodbye, and runs out the door to grab Nyxia by the arm.\n\"Come on Nyx, let's go register you with the bounty hunter's guild. That way you can actually start earning money and pay me back for this.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "She lifts her arm hoisting the human off the ground and looking into her eyes with her own narrowed eyes clearly unimpressed \"I should have eaten you...\" She says before she lowers her back down onto the ground \"Lead on, and for now you'll be by my side teaching me this city and these people, only fair if i'm paying you, service for money like you said\"" }, { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "\"Hey now Nyx, fair is fair. You have to learn that part of life is paying debts.\"\n\nNina chuckles at Nyxia's foul mood, remembering times long past learning similar lessons as a child...\n\nNina leads Nyxia down several streets, explaining along the way various businesses they pass and pointing out some of her favorite stops whenever she is in Miller Dale. The two soon find themselves at the local guild...\n\n\"Here we are Nyx!\"" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "She looks at the building curiously before she lifts herself up further off the ground to look at the sign before lowering herself back down \"If you are sure... How do i get the hunt targets?\"" }, { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "Nina and Nyxia have been gone for probably a couple hours at this point, paperwork is tedious after all... But with that all finished Nina leads the way back to where the two left Kiros and Nina's horse Sullivan. She does stop along the way at some open market stalls to explain to Nyxia a little about necessary supplies and expenditures for traveling, but otherwise the trip back is short and uneventful... Or as uneventful as walking through city streets and over the various waterways of Miller Dale can be when a giant Lamia is following you...\n\nAs the two approach the carpenter's shop where they left Kiros, Nina calls out to Kiros \"We have returned! How goes the work on your cart?\"" } ]	98	3,794
207.045732	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "skout", "message": "Every year as the snows slowly retreat up toward the mountains in Heatherstead and the signs of spring steadily show the promise of warmer weather, the citizens of Miller Dale begin making preparations for celebration. Already the fruits of spring are readily apparent, with the green fields dotted with drops of bright red with the arrival of spring strawberries and fragrant blossoms on the trees filling the nostrils of people in the streets. \n\nThe streets of Miller Dale are clean and tidy, and the citizens have been busy at work tidying up their homes, businesses, and common areas in preparation for the big celebration. Chefs have been busy for days now, and merchants are all prepared to share their wares with the populace.\n\nWith everything close to being ready, eyes turned to the road from the west, which leads away up into the mountains. The reason? They await the annual pilgrimage of the female dwarves from Rouguemount Castle, the unofficial start to the big shindig. Every year, the Firebeard clan sends an envoy of the fine females down from their mountain home to visit Miller Dale, commencing the spring celebration.\n\nPodric Thistlefoot, the halfling mayor of Miller Dale, has nervously paced back and forth across the room of his office, his eyes glancing up at the grandfather clock ticking its way through the seconds in hopes that Gallane Drakar, the captain of the guard, might push through the door with the good news at any moment.\n\nBut minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day... The moment never comes.\n\nHe has other visitors, and each time that a knock comes at the door, the tiny little mayor's hopes rise up in a swell, only to crash back down in disappointment when it is a tailor with an alteration to show him, or a chef with a tasty morsel to share.\n\nEventually, the little mayor has to face the facts: the festival Must Go on, with or without the dwarves. Podric could already sense the disappointment on the faces of the citizens as they stood collected before him in the square, confused and wondering why the event would begin without the dwarves, even though all knew that the event was now nearly a week overdue." }, { "author": "Mayor Podrick Thistlefoot", "message": "\"Wherever are those dwarves?\" He grumbled to himself as he continued his pacing back and forth. \"They should have been here days ago!\" His pacing leads him back to his desk, human-sized, but the overstuffed chair behind it has been modified with a bench and a little staircase to allow him to utilize it normally. He has to reach up to make it to the surface of the table, where a tattered, rolled parchment awaited, and he grabs it in frustration to read it for the thirtieth time that morning.\n\nOn the morrow, the women shall be leaving the castle and should reach the Dale by midmorning three days hence. The flowing script read, and it was dated six days prior. With an exasperated sigh, Podric tosses the parchment back onto the desk before turning and pacing once more. \"Maybe just a little longer... But by noon, I'll have to begin... With or without them!\"\n\nAnd now, just minutes before the noon bells of the tower square would ring in unison with the grandfather clock in his office, Podric shrugs his way into his leather jacket he had had made specifically for this grand event, and trudges toward the door to his office. It was time to begin.\n\nThere are people in the streets outside all about, all without a doubt hurrying along on their way to the market square. He can hear music from the bards and musicians even from just outside his door, and the smells of rich foods linger in the air, heavenly aromatic in the spring morning breeze.\n\nPodric puts on his best smile and waves merrily to those who are passing by on their way. No sense in letting his own disappointment mar the show. It was time to begin, and the Dale could surely celebrate with or without a bunch of dwarves.\n\n\"Have the dwarves arrived?\" Asked a young woman excitedly, but Podrick could only shake his head to the negative. \"Not yet!\" He added with his politician's smile. \"But hopefully any moment...!\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew was walking, slowly but with with purpose, an apple pie in hand. Music faint, but growing louder as he got closer. Eyes up as he what he thought were children from a distance, were in fact little folk. Thick brows going in the air, mouth slightly agape at the place straight out of a fable it was.\n\nHe lopsided grin as he made his way forward, careful to not bump into anyone, then a slight frown as he realized he may stand out here before shrugging. He had a pie to deliver, his nose twitched at the smells, faint, but oh how good it smelt. In so doing, he allowed his nose to be his guide. Assuming thats where he had to deliver the pie.\n\nGrunts and \"Excuse me.\" Carrying him forward just as much as fascination and tipping his hat at people were leading him onward!" }, { "author": "Captain Gallane Drakar", "message": "\"Podrick! There you are.\"\n\n Gallane had not dressed for the occasion. On the first day yes, the second and third as well. After their dwarven hostesses still hadn't arrived the ol' guardsman returned to his usual worn out uniform. He had been helping an old friend at a stall hand out sweets to passerby. \nHe cleared his throat.\n\n\"'Fraid my man still hasn't returned with any word on the passes yet. He should have-But.. Sir i believe the people grow restless. We cannot wait anymore.\"\n\nThe guard captain waved to a couple passing close by.\n\n\"I am gathering what men I can currently, and we shall bring back word of our Dwarven mistresses at once.\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC had been brooding, waiting for the weather to Finally* Warm up, as she stood on a bridge, watching the river water flow seaward, her golden-amber curls fluttering in the increasingly fresh and warm spring breezes. Despite the spring breeses being less chilly day by day, she still huddled in a cloak that seemed still winter-heavy, however. Our 'golden bard' was not made for much cooler than the sub-tropics, and to her, this was still frigid!\nOr, perhaps she was just being a wimp, she groused to herself.\nBut, at least there was a festival coming!\nThe people of this town had been getting ready for a festival! But, from the gossip she heard on the streets as she juggled and danced for coins, or from the bar patrons she chatted with between singing sets in festhalls, the guests of honor were late. Some sort of dwarven delegation from the mountains.\nHmmm...\nShe was rather surprised that sorties of city guards hadn't been sent up the roads to search for them, if they were so key to this celebration. She could tell the townspeople were getting restless. Seems the dwarven party was several days late. \nShe set off back into the thick of the townsfolk to see if any new word was being bandied about..." }, { "author": "Mayor Podrick Thistlefoot", "message": "Podrick nodded in agreement to his captain of the guard. \"Gallane! Very well. I am sorry to have to ask it of you. You and your team will miss the early festivities, but hopefully... You will bring back good tidings with you.\" \n\nThe little halfling was huffing to keep up the pace as he made his way toward the market square, which was now seemingly bustling with activities. Bards roamed the crowds playing music, none of which was unpleasant in itself but together somehow made a quite melodic tune collectively, and vendors plied wares, hawking in loud voices. There was plenty of free food to be had as well, though several of Gallane's sheriffs were standing guard in front of it, denying people access to the tables laden with the fresh food." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew was still strolling by, carefully as not to bump into anyone, making his way to a table before frowning, guards at the tables? He slowly turned his head to look over everything. Guards at ALL the tables? He stared a moment in thought, hand scratching his head. He went to stand off to the side to listen and watch.\n\nListen he did, people muttering about dwarves not showing up, and concern. He eyed the little folk, then the guards then adjusted his hold on the pie. Looking downward with a frown. Seems thats why the food was guarded. He stood quietly before walking over and holding out a pie to a guard motioning to the table with a bob of his head. Allowing him to take it and place it with the guarded treasure before backing off, hands going to his rope belt to adjust it with his cudgel, then to adjust his hat.\n\nStanding awkwardly to the side as he watched the crowd, standing out of the way. Not much else he could do but watch and keep an ear out. Reward for the pie was the festival afterall... So he was told. Lips thinned slightly as grey eyes roamed." }, { "author": "Captain Gallane Drakar", "message": "The man nodded to the mayor, and turned striding forth. There was work to be done.\n\n It did not take too long of a walk to find what the captain set out for. Barry and Stooks- His best men* Were not far off. Though they had only gathered a small group together as the towns small force of governance was spread yet even more thin due to the festivities. It would have to do.\n\n\"Stooks, put that damn custard pie down.. Let us make haste, for the time of delicious delicacies and wine shall be after we scout out the pass, and find our dwarves too~\"\n\n Gallane was handed a sword, His sword. It stood apart from the various cudgels and spears of the guardsmen.\n\n\"Thank you Barry, Iam surprised there aren't any volunteers.. You let the others know? — Good, Good. Let us be off then.\"" }, { "author": "Mayor Podrick Thistlefoot", "message": "As Captain Gallane went off to begin wrangling his men, Podrick made his way to the little stage at the far end of the square, opposite the feasting areas. The customary podium was positioned with a little staircase behind it, just as always, and Podrick adeptly climbed up to stand behind it, facing the gathered audience. \n\nHe remained there for a few moments, smiling and waving at the crowds, turning this way and that, stalling as he basked in the glory of the attention, even if it wasn't all solely on him. Clearly, even he could see that people were worried and confused over the change in the annual event, and more than half of the crowd was more interested in Gallane and his sheriffs preparing to set out. Curious murmuring began.\n\nRaising his short arms, Podrick waved them in the air, calling for quiet. \"All right, all right now, let's calm down... Everything's all right. I'm sure it's all going to be fine...\" His familiar voice soon had the crowd's attention. \"Let me explain what's going on,\" He said, reassuring smiles continuing unabated every which way he turned. \"I received notice that the Firebeard dwarves were on their way last week, so the dwarves are coming, I assure you. There's simply no cause for alarm. Truly...\" He had to speak loudly, because despite his hand waving, it seemed the more he spoke, the more the murmuring from the crowd increased. \n\n\"People, please!\" Podric exclaimed louder. \"We just don't want to delay the celebration! Surely you all don't want to see the glorious foods that the best cooks in the Dale have created go to waste, do you?\" He gave them a moment, smiling reassuringly, nodding his head slowly. \"We've got wonderful weather, delicious food, and all of our friends are here!\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew kept his watching, brows slowly raising at the words, then glancing to the guards that were gathering, then to the rumors. Then to the small man who went up stage. Must be someone important? He put his thumbs into his rope belt as he listened. Then to the guards, then back again to the little person speaking. Brows going up, those were the dwarves all were waiting for. He made a slow nod, then glancing to the guards before walking towards the front of town after snagging a leg of something to munch on.\n\nKeeping his eye on the guards, well, if he helped, maybe they would give him a free room, or some guarded patrol on the way back, it was chilly up here. He munched as he waited for things to move, once more out of the way, less awkward in his leg of whatever meat this was eating. Brows up as he took another bite, and tasty. He licked his lips." }, { "author": "Captain Gallane Drakar", "message": "The captain and his men would gather around the main causeway that ran through the Dale to do a final call for any brave fool or fellow to join their small dwarfess scouting party." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Over the past week, Lir had swept the walks in front of their house, although they faced the sea; Mrs Seavers had been forthcoming that his and Artudian's seaside cottage ought to at least be tidy for the upcoming celebrations. The fields already looked a touch shaggy, but Lir had been able to pluck some little strawberries before Kyre got to them.\n\nLir had been informed of the Spring Dawning Festival. He himself was certainly going to attend, though Artudian remained uninterested, as Lir expected.\n\nThis necessitated several trips to the market square on subsequent days. With the dwarves' continued absence, however, Lir noted the rising tension and concern around what should have been a joyous event.\n\nLir waved to AC as he approached the market square. \"AC! How are you?\" He inquired as the guards began mustering to inspect whatever it was they were going to inspect. \n\nLir watched the halfling putter about. He knew, from word-of-mouth, that this was Mayor Thistlefoot. He stepped out of the halfling's way at one point, not wanting to bother the small man.\n\nLir nodded to the young farmer who had delivered the pie, and then scoured the mm market square. Many bards, food... Guarded, when those bodies might be better deployed elsewhere? Lir crooked a brow.\n\nThe area felt... It felt, on its edges, wrong." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew kept his watch, then a small grin, victory for being right, he wandered on up a tip of his straw hat, glancing to others in the crowd. Nodding back to the man, adjusting his belt as he stayed towards the back with the guards, taking a glance and stealing a section of wheat from someone passing by with a bag of grain. Now he felt right at home... Save for going to go with a bunch of guards. On the bright side, it was better being hungry with some guards then it was to be around guarded food and hungry. His stomach rumbled to remind him as he chewed on the grain stalk. A sigh, looking curiously to AC and Lir again. Strange folk here too, celebration must be a big deal." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir noted the young farmer commiserating with the city guards. He tilted his head, eyeing the farmer with his one eye.\n\n\"Good afternoon. Here for the festival, my boy?\" Lir inquired." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"What're they doing this time...?\"\nResting within the treeline a few dozen yards from the centre of the square, the dwarven marksman's eccentricity had become a staple for the citizens of Miller Dale. Whether it was quiet conversations in the various taverns, or his stalkings through the town with fresh game slung over his shoulder, the suspicious looks had slowly been replaced with amused smiles and greetings. But Gitroki wasn't much of a social creature, especially with such a large crowd... Against his lap lay his tradition: an unstrung crossbow, the limb and axles tinkered with by hand and tool. The short quiver strapped tight to his chest, bolts glinting in the canopy-spurned light.\n\n\"Firebeard ladies, eh? Shame, nice to see what Rouguemont thinks their subjects deserve... Feh, better not be trouble from home...\"\nGrumbling to himself, the young dwarf shook his head slow as he mulled this over. It'd been a whole two years since his last report home, and his next would mark his last excursion into Firebeard territory. If the Grandmaster had changed his mind about their isolation, and had made plans to disrupt... He wouldn't know." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew yawned as he waited, then glancing to Lir, just a dirty young farmer, cloth a little thicker in this cold air, clothing sometimes flowing in the breeze with how loose it was. He looked Lir up and down himself before bowing his head respectfully, almost bowing himself.\n\n\"Just 'ere ta deliver a pie me lord.\"* He said respectfully as he straightened up with a lopsided grin.\n\n\"Somethin ye needed o' me?\" He asked a moment later as he stared at the man, taking the stalk of grain out of his mouth. He knew his accent was different here, best not to confuse the man. He gave another nod of respect." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir laughed. \"I'm hardly a lord, my good fellow,\" He said to the young farmer, hardly put off by the accent. The farmer would see a tall, handsome, dark-skinned and black-haired (with a decent amount of silver entwined) creature with an eyepatch over his right eye and, if the young farmer were astute enough, he would notice the two missing digits on Lir's right hand. \n\nLir was finely dressed, in a black tailcoat and trousers and a waist-coat that looked a bit garish, along with the myriad of piercings on each ear.\n\n\"I simply wanted to know how you were finding the festival, dear boy,\" Lir told the young farmer. \"This is my first. How are you finding it?\"\n\nLir thumbed through the pamphlets about the festival that he had been given by passing workers. \"I suppose some dwarf ladies are to show up?\" He studied the pamphlet very hard, or appeared to... Seeing as he was holding it upside-down.\n\nThe glint of the crossbow bolts alerted Lir to Gitroki's presence. He nodded to the young marksdwarf whom he had met briefly. Sliding the pamphlets into his coat-pocket and nodding to the young farmer, Lir made his way over to Gitroki, motioning for AC and the young farmer to follow him." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Afternoon Lir.\"\nHe grunted towards his acquaintance, restoring the crossbow and drawing a bolt from his quiver to test his handiwork. The string would draw taught, the dwarf raising the piece towards the treeline.\n\"Here for the fancy stuff? 'S been in limbo fer' the last week...\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew's eye brows went up at 'not a lord' he looked him up and down again, missing the fingers on the first pass through, but not the second. Eyes locking with the hand eyes widening. Not a lord, then he must be a... A knight! Yes or some fancy noble man... Maybe he's in disguise! Or a soldier like his Da! But one of honor!\n\nLlewn smile relaxed yet widened some more, motioning.\n\n\"A little tense, told the little folk were fair joyous bunch, hearin music, but tongues wagglin with worry, food guarded too... Me tinks somethin a bit off if ya ask me.\" He said motioning to the whispering crowds and guarded tables, stalk back in his mouth as he talked another sigh and rumble of his stomach, he glanced to the pamphlet, brow raising, a bunch of gobbly gook that is, but raising a brow at the pictures, the little folk were like humans in some way, not dwarves it seemed... Maybe hit his head too hard too, were those images upside down. He narrowed his eyes then nodded\n\n\"Aye, the guards 'ere off to take a look was goin ta-\" Stopped talking as his eyes widened at the passing Gitroki, then at AC, then blinking as Lir walked off, he adjusted his hat and followed. A glance at Kaly, then double taking then forward again. Nodding at the Dwarf and AC again, thumbs tucking into his rope belt as he chewed the stalk of grain, watching Gitroki with fascination, pausing to tighten his rope belt. Glancing to Lir at his name, mouthing it silently, then back to Gitroki, a brow raised.\n\nGlanced to the louder little folk then back forward again a slow nod, that made more sense, so those dwarves that Sir Lir showed him on that image sheet were missing, hence the guards. Llew's eyes flicked over then back forward again to the strange gathering, brows furrowed in fascination to each person. Giving another polite nod to avoid standing there too silently." }, { "author": "Captain Gallane Drakar", "message": "Leading the captains retinue, a hound. Belonging to one of the guards who swore by its keen nose. \n They made way out of town, heading to scout the pass the dwarves likely took. The Dawning Festival Could wait no more! Especially when there was a rumours of a group of dwarves being sighted in the distance down that very way~" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC would have waved happily to Lir, \"Oh, hi! I was going to head back out to your house soon, but I got caught up out here! Had to do some performing for all the party goers, go find my friends again...\"\nShe points a thumb back at a pair of cloaked figures standing in some nearby shadows\n\n\"They don't like the sunlight,\" She'll comment as she notes the farmer and Gitroki near Lir, \"So, they'll hang out back there a bit. Who're these people, Lir? Friends of yours? Hi! I'm AC! How do you do?\"\n\nShe'll pose proudly, standing tall at her full not-quite-5'-in-height, but giving the air of someone at least a foot taller! She'll grin at them, give a toss of her golden-amber, curly hair, but then glance in the general direction of where the sheriffs were heading towards out-of-town, \"Was considering tagging along after those who are heading out searching for the ... I guess it's a troupe of dwarven ladies, right? If my partners back there can keep up, hehehe. What about you, Lir, want to tag along, too? Or you guys?\" She grins innocently at Llew and Gitroki." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The pair of cloaked figures eye AC, lifting their heads a bit to do so, revealing pale features that, indeed, look like they can't or at least don't like seeing the sun very much." }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "\"We can keep up wherever you go, boss,\" Heidi will say with a light 'hmph'." }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "\"Really. We found you all the way here, didn't we?\" Hildi will add, with a bit of affront in her voice." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "\"I know, I know, hehe. Just teasing!\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew's brow continued to climb at AC, he nodded his head, a bow, pointed ears?!\n\n\"Lo thar, Llew, great ta meet ye all.\" He said with a tip of his hat. Staring at AC's ears in fascination, a soft smile, pretty voice, very pretty, glancing behind him a grunt of agreement. \n\nThen turning back to blink at two twins, he looked from one to the other, he tipped his hat again to the Hoff's, some slight confusion as he looked from one to the other. Brows furrowing, strange crowds in the northern lands indeed. Here he thought the only thing he had to do was drop off a pie." }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "Ezra enters the area he saw all of the people walking towards in his journy. He looks around a little and notices everyone's just talkin' 'n' stuff while Ezra did not come with anybody else then himself. He was kinda lonely afterall. When lookingaround for interesting people the gay male thought i'd be good for him to interact with everybody. Including the females. He put his best paw upfront and approaches the ladies in a freindly way. I mean he wasm't trying to be flirty, but he only knew how to talk to guys.\n\n\"Good afternoon!\" Oh gosh is this the right approach? He walks up to AC Gold. Waving. He saw all the other nice dressed ladies stading around her making him feel a bit more nervous. C'mon ezra you haven't talked to woman before you'll be okay! He said to himself." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC looked back at Llew* First,* \"Nice to meet you, too! I'm AC, and these are my old friends Heidi and Hildi!\" Gesturing back at the Hoffs, both of whom quickly pulled their hoods back up, squinting their sensitive eyes at the bright sun of the day.\nThen, she glanced back at the approaching... Wolfman? \"Whoa...\" She grins and nods to him, \"Um, hi!\" She peers at Ezra Curiously, giving a slight tilt of her head.* \"I'm AC. And you are...?\"" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The twins shrugged at their cloaks to try to encourage the heavy outer garments to settle better, more thoroughly about them, and at the approaching wolfman, they subtly sidle to better flank their boss, though Heidi stays a bit further back than Hildi" }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "The journey onerously continues for the pale crusader. Whether accompanied or not, he set off along the east coast for a good few weeks until his eventual arrival to Miller's Dale. Unaware of the celebration taking place, he tossed a cleaned strawberry piece into his mouth after pinching off the green stem, chewing away as he enters the streets. How festive, banners and more laid out, the joyous laughter of children running amuck unsupervised and congregating townsfolk conversing on the dwarves' arrival. \n\nThe gloomy figure with his hood dispatched continued into the streets, sticking out like a sore thumb. His black cloak was still laid around him ever since his travel from the North, laid with brown fur trimming along his collar and a length coming down just above his ankles, the separation obscuring much of his shackled armor underneath. Fascinatingly, it seems he doesn't garner much attention this time as he arrived, splendiferous for himself and his now alleviated expectations.\n\nHe remains on the path of the streets with a faint smile rested on his pale complexion, exploring the town and learning as much as he can about this unique event from passerby. Though he may stop when needed when he is engaged in conversation. For now and once, the restless warrior can actually enjoy a benevolent time, just for the short while he stays. 💛" }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "Ezra chuckles a little as he understamds AC's reaction. \"Don't be scared of my appearnce it's nothin' much. I'm Sir Ezra Strand, but right now i'm more a hire to kill kinda guy.\" Did I do well? I did right? Ezra holds his paw infront of AC, \"What's your name?\" He aksed with a freindly gaze.\n\n\"Oh do not worry I am still a knight. Just... Just not of a existing kingdom.\" He answered with faith \"I hope it still does but...\" He stops. \"Anyways. What's the deal here? This huge gathering and everything.\" Ezra trembled around on his shoeless wolf feet wanting to know the exitement. \"Is it fun or deep orrrr\" His tail waged like he was a little boy going to an human amusement ride. \"Sorry where have been my manners\" He laughs a little. \"At the moment i'm not in service so Ezra is A-Okay!\" He says." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"More odd folks... That one's too loud, that one's too quiet... Beastkin? This far from the Fallen Kingdoms? An' those dwarves haven't got here yet... Smells like trouble...\"\nAgain the marksman grumbled, giving little more than a perfunctory nod to each greeting. He cast his eyes skyward, the sun beginning to lull along its azure path... The whole event was to be spoiled by some lazy Firebeards, it seemed." }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "Ezra's ears perk. I have to \"I'm Adastrian actually. There is a diffrence.\" He approaches the person. \"What brings you here? I mean to me it's not even clear why we're all here.\"" }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"...Some sort o' festival. See the snowmelt? Probably has ta' do with that. What, you came out here for somethin' else?\"\nAn eye twitched at Ezra's perceived pedantry, sitting up and glaring into the canifor. The crossbow was slung on his back, the dwarf making the effort to stand as his rest had been interrupted by more than his Lir - of whom he would have tolerated for company during." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew glanced to Gitroki, a soft grin. The tales were right on the grumbling. He may be too quiet but the peace was nice. He nodded in agreement, it did sound like trouble... Mostly for those unable to get food, or worse, maybe the poor dwarves got caught up? \n\nHe glanced back as Ezra drew closer. Brow raising, Adastrian? He looked Ezra up and down, the stalk of grain in his mouth moving left, then right. Strange... Maybe it was a fancy word for wolf folk? He glanced back to Gitroki, then back to Ezra, chewing the grain stalk for a moment, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know that answer after overhearing some things. He glanced to the guards again, maybe he could escape with the guards if the strange folk got caught up in conversation?" }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "Ezra laughs. \"No i honestly think just for the sight. The people, but furthermore I am not sure. I just saw alot of people coming to here.\" Ezra stretches out and sighs. He looks around a little and he notices the crossbow. \"Fancy stuff huh? Self-made?\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"It seems we're still waiting for the dwarf maidens' arrival,\" Lir told the young farmer and Gitroki. \n\n\"Fancy? Well, we've got to acclimate, haven't we?\" Lir smiled at Gitroki. \"Helps to at least know what it's about, after all.\"\n\nWaving to AC, Lir said, \"Oh, no worries. Sir Jathak's been doing better since the weather's been fairer. I'm quite happy about that, though we can discuss that later.\" As AC approached them, Lir said, \"I've met Gitroki briefly once.\" Lir gestured to the crossbow-wielding dwarf. \"As for me? Velir Silivasti. Lir, please. A pleasure.\" Lir nodded to Llew, considering the farmer's assessment of the situation.\n\n\"If it seems off to you, that's hardly good.\" Lir studied the sheriffs as they began moving off. \"Perhaps they've been delayed is all. Such things happen.\"\n\nLir's eyes widened, though, as Ezra approached the group and introduced himself to AC. He took a few steps away from the tall wolf-man, but managed a small nod. \n\nGitroki, too, now voiced concern that the festival wasn't panning out as expected. Lir scratched his chin.\n\n\"Hmmm,\" Lir mumbled. \"I mean, I suppose the sheriffs will have everything well in hand. I imagine they've planned for the possibility of a delay.\"" }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "Some couple of hours passing by, alone as he continued about exploring the town, Elysain didn't yet stumble upon the others who were conversing idly on the sidelines or crowds. To his opinion, he does not mind the dwarven women taking their time, seeing as there might be some complications or interruptions that could've thwarted the expected travelers.\n\nHis mind comes to wander certain euphories and mistakes of his past while savoring this mild time he has, reexploring untouched or wounded relationships in his past in his head. Some other thoughts travel to times of peace he's had alone on the road, seeing many content individuals and often blissful settings. Though he was quickly snapped away from his daydreaming when he had an unusual, white butterfly land upon his shoulder. A sign from beyond.\n\nShifting his cloak comfortably over his shoulder, he took a step into the deeper streets and looked for anything particular; fetching attention visually. There's not much asides the calls of opportunistic traders in stalls selling various wares. He'll stumble onto something eventually! But he's very excited to see the start every resident was expecting from this event." }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "He seems rather distant. Ezra thinks for a moment. People are still not used to this appearnce are they. Raphaela was smart to use a human disguise He walks over to the set back man. \"Waiting on the dwarf maiden's?\" Ezra asks in hope for more information or knowledge of the happening. However he did keep his distence because of the uncomfortable reaction of the man. \"Don't worry about my appearance...\" He leaves a spot open in his sentence to give him a chance of introduction. \"I am not harmful and rather seen as smart upon other so called Beast-kin.\" He smiled and tilted his head in a Freindly way. \"Nice to meet you.\" And holds out his paw." }, { "author": "anonymousraccoon_", "message": "Odawyn called out for AC and her little twin friends. It was easy to get lost in a sea of people when you reached to just above their knees. She pushed her way through in attempt to see what was going on, but it seemed every time she got close the crowd shifted her away again" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale entered the Event area after his somewhat troubled travel. When entered he noticed another Adastrian standing upon the humans that own these troubled lands. He stood upon one of the fenced brick walls to smoke a bit and watch wat was going on. Playing around with his element in his other hand. Sorta throwing it up and down. He did not say anything and was just there to observe." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC was about to say more to Ezra and Lir and the others, but then she hears Ody* Calling!\n\"Huh? Ody?\" She glances to the Hoffs,* \"Hang out here, I'll find her!\"\nAnd she plunges back into the crowd, ducking and diving to look for Ody\nThen, she'll hop up on a rain barrel to look around, and holler\n\"Ohhhh-deeeeee, where aaaare you!\nShoot some fire up as a signal!\" She'll call\n...\nThen, back to herself, and to Ecki,* \"Should I have suggested that? She might give someone a hot-foot, hehehe.\"" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The twins will mumble to each other, trying to discuss out the diff between a wolf-folk and these Adastrians." }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "\"We probably could just ask...\"" }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "\"But, might he think it rude?\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir furrowed his brows at Ezra, staring up at the tall wolf-man. \n\n\"Ah. Terribly sorry.\" Lir did grasp Ezra's... Hand? Paw? Lir's grip was firm enough for that hand missing the last two digits. \"A pleasure... Sir Ezra, was it?\"\n\nLir watched AC skitter off to find another friend. At least for now, despite Llew's and Gitroki's misgivings about the dwarf maidens' tardiness, the atmosphere remained rather cheerful." }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "Hah must be wierd touching a paw. \"Yes it was Ezra indeed. I noticed you were a little distant?\" Ezra set a step back for the man's comfort. \"Is it the wolf look or the teeth or?\" He asked for advice. \"I mean I wanna fit in a little. Or atleast make others comfortable with my appearance.\" I hope he's not scared or anything.\n\nEzra's ears twitch as his wolf ears hear whispering. \"Just ask... Would it be rude.\" Is what he heard. He turns. \"You can ask me anything! I really don't mind!\" He hopes to give them some assurance." }, { "author": "Xa'el", "message": "Xa'el waited, sprawled out in a lounging manner upon a stack of barrels. He was a bit peeved at the moment.. As guardsmen held the tables and cooks hostage. To hell with free food if it is to just sit around and grow cold... The oddest damned festival he had ever witnessed. People just standing around and talking, where were the kegs and the whores? The sound of bards and needless chatter was incessant. Hopefully the party would pick up come nightfall. \n\n It had been pure coincidence for the man made of smoke to even be in The Dale. Stuck in Heatherstead another week or so til the next ship to Tidehaven would arrive. Xael would sit here on these barrels absentmindedly twisting at his locks and stewing in boredom until Something happened. \nHopefully some likeminded boozers or broads appeared soon.. Otherwise he may not be able to help himself from getting into trouble." }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "He still stood there against the wall almost feeling bored. He looked over his shoulder noticing someone else isn't really doing stuff either. Kale walked up to him and sat on the barrel next to him. Pulling his Carmon Sigar out of his mouth. Will he like Convo? Idk He thought to himself. \"You from here?\" Kale asked the male. \"Not saying you aren't but it's just uh...\" Instantly apologizing aswell. \"I'm just wondering, sorry.\"" }, { "author": "Xa'el", "message": "The mans eyebrow rose, and he brought his head up from its laid back position. \n\n\"Nae~ 'n neither are you by the looks of it wolfie.\"\n\nXa'el sighed as he sat up all the way, adjusting his pack carefully before clapping his hands down on his thighs. Getting a good look at the feller before him.\n\n\"I've got no home but the sea, boy... Ahem, what's that yer smoking?\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"It's just... Er. I mean, are you a werewolf?\" Lir dropped his hand. \"I'm... Not used to seeing creatures of your sort about. It's a touch disconcerting for me; I'm still getting used to this place. I meant no offense, Sir Ezra.\"\n\nLir watched a second wolf-man approach a rather diaphanous-seeming fellow.\n\nLir glanced at Gitroki and Llew, trying to gauge their reactions to the wolf-man as well." }, { "author": "anonymousraccoon_", "message": "The little gnome heard AC and moved towards her voice. She was being bumped and jostled around by these big folk but at the mention of fire a ball of it shot up into the air above her, harmlessly dissipating before it could light up anything. \"AAAACCC!!! SAVE ME!\" She yelled, hopping up and down" }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "Ezra laughs in a very over the top way. \"HAHAHA, WEREWOLF!? HAHAHA\" It makes absolutely no sense but he loved it. \"Daaaamn I wish! Nah man this is just my regular and only form. It's just Wolf/Humanoid stuff I guess that's how you guys would call it.\" He laughs a little after that.\n\n\"I understand your thinking though\" He follows up. \"But it's just kinda funny to me heh\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "The little gnome heard AC and moved towards her voice. She was being bumped and jostled around by these big folk but at the mention of fire a ball of it shot up into the air above her, harmlessly dissipating before it could light up anything. \"AAAACCC!!! SAVE ME!\" She yelled, hopping up and down\n\nAC sees the signal flare\n\"There she is!\"\nShe hops off the barrel and dodges, ducks, dips, dives, and dodges all the taller people to hunt for Ody!\n\"I'll save you!\"\n(hopefully) spying Ody at last!\n\"Grab my hand!\" \nAnd would bob and weave, pulling Ody along, back to the barrel, and if allowed, heft Ody up onto it!\n\"Take a breather up there till we can find a clear path back to my friends!\"" }, { "author": "anonymousraccoon_", "message": "The redhead nodded after being plopped onto the barrel. She didn't weigh much thankfully, though she was out of breath. \"What's this?\" She questioned as she looked all around with her bright green eyes. \"Good thing we left Roy back at the plantation huh? He'd have a field day with all this good food around. She stood up on the barrel carefully where she could see a bit better. \"Looks like some kind of festival\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "He moves the cigar out of his mouth. It's a wodden Carmon kind of sugar that lasts forever. Hm. He seems interested enough. \"Would you\" He pauses. I'm going to try. \"Would you like to find out? I'll be happy to show you.\" He says and follows with. \"It's not a drug. And you don't have to smoke to find out.\"" }, { "author": "Xa'el", "message": "Xa'el's brow returned to that quirked position, and he looked possibly a bit baffled. He took the wood thing that was offered into his hand before passing it back to the tabaxi, or so he thought. Some anthropomorphic species.\n\n\"M'alright, whatever do you smoke it for if it has no effect? I can do that fine on my own!\"\n\n The man somehow blew out a plume of swirling white smoke and laughed. \n\n\"Say Wolfie- want to help me with something?\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew watched the chaos, now there was a lot going on, red heads popping out of barrels, wanderers, wolf people. He began to slowly back up, it would be a good time to get away, he didn't even know what was happening anymore. He slowly retreated to a wall, still close, to get a wider view of the storm instead of being caught into it. He crossed his arms as he made it to the wall, listening. Eyes going from one person to the other. Eyes glancing, another wolf person, then at the other new arrival, then back to the Redhead, blinking, small then glancing to the sky.\n\nIt was getting later, then ahead to watch once more." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Llew watched the chaos, now there was a lot going on, red heads popping out of barrels, wanderers, wolf people. He began to slowly back up, it would be a good time to get away, he didn't even know what was happening anymore. He slowly retreated to a wall, still close, to get a wider view of the storm instead of being caught into it. He crossed his arms as he made it to the wall, listening. Eyes going from one person to the other. Eyes glancing, another wolf person, then at the other new arrival, then back to the Redhead, blinking, small then glancing to the sky. It was getting later, then ahead to watch once more.\n\nEzra's laughter did startle Lir; while the man didn't seem afraid of the lupine knight, per se, he was certainly intimidated.\n\nNoting that Llew drew away as well, Lir nodded to Ezra and Gitroki. \"Sir Ezra, Gitroki... Pardon me a moment.\"\n\nLir sauntered over to Llew, his walking-stick tapping the cobblestones. He turned and leaned against the wall next to the young farmer.\n\n\"Quite a lot going on, isn't there, my boy?\" Lir said. \"Yet everyone seems rather kind, even the wolf-knight. He's a perfect gentleman.\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew kept his watch, eyes doing a glance, then another as Lir approached, a bob of his head and dip of his hat. He nodded, a slight grin.\n\n\"Aye, thar do be, nay seen any mean. Sometimes, it best ta watch the storm, nay the best at talkin me'self Sir Lir.\" He said motioning with his head, his stalk of grain going to the other side of his mouth.\n\nA lopsided grin and tapping his ears. \"Like ta listen me'self, me tinks less awkward for the lot if off to the side bein quiet then in the middle of a chattin group in silence, be right about in'tar'estin folk. Wolfknights, dwarves, folk in barrels, someone puffing smoke ova yonda, the twins... Nay tell them that already confused which one is which, AC voice be music ta me ears...\" He stated, pulling the grain out of his mouth to speak better, putting out more then a sentence or two and shaking his head.\n\n\" Nay much for speakin me'self.\" He stated... Despite putting out a multitude of sentences and grinning politely. Not admitting that things felt out of place with everyone here... Did that make him out of place. Brows furrowed at the sudden thought, out of place yet in place indeed, he looked up then back to Lir, eyes going up, like remembering he was in conversation still." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir did take a few moments to decipher what Llew told him.\n\nHe did smile. \"Storm? Nay, just a jumble of people enjoying the new season's festival. It's a bit confusing, to be sure, but only in the way any crowd would be.\"\n\nLir twirled his walking-stick about. \"Well, my lad, conversation is a skill that must be honed like any other. No shame in not feeling terribly good at it.\n\n\"Though I'm no sir. Just Lir, please; I've no titles as Sir Ezra or my employer have.\"\n\nLir studied the crowd gathered for the festival. \"They certainly are an interesting bunch, aren't they? I've not seen the like of many of them before myself.\"\n\nLir tilted his head at Llew. \"Are you a bit put off by crowds?\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale turns up and looks at Xa'el. He doubts what it is that he wants to ask Kale. Hmm... Hope it ain't to bad. \"Sure, why not.\" Still distant he still wants some attention and does so by accepting him. \"I want to show you something first.\" Kale grabs the wooden sugar made of some special wood and blows on it. Before they know it they are in a black bocks with only the barrels to be seen. There is depth in the place, but it's a box where nothing was... Existing? Hm this will work\n\nWith an echoic voice and more assurance he answers. \"What was it?\" Obviously it would startle him." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew raised a brow, looking to the people. It was like a storm, at least to him. He nodded slowly in agreement with the second portion. No shame at all, he wasn't much for talking anyhow, leave that to people like Lir.\n\nHe narrows his eyes suspiciously at Lir, he said that, but he talked fancy enough to be one. He nodded slowly, but looked highly suspicious.\n\nThe last question through him for a loop eyes widening a moment then back to neutrality he motioned \"Things a bit bigga 'ere then back 'ome ye could say.\" He said looking over the crowd, more strange people... But crowds were rare, back home, he would know everyone, here? More people, like a swarm, and not a face he knew. Brows furrowed then looked back before another nod, a slight shuffle of uncomfortableness.\n\n\"...Mayhap a tad bit, strange place, and folk 'ere... Nay offence Lir.\" He stated a motion to all about him, like everything was strange, a look of doubt, like maybe he was also strange, a hand scratched at his face, getting a fleck of dirt off." }, { "author": "Xa'el", "message": "\"The hell have you just done?\"\n\n Xa'el narrowed his eyes and looked about for a second. Quite curious, but not a threat. He then shrugged and relaxed once more on his barrel in this newfound dark space. \n\n\"A curious fae trick up your sleeve eh? No matter, listen here\"\n\n The genie like humanoid tapped his temple with two fingers and then pointed them towards Kale. \n\"All I need is for you to tell that guard over at that table.\" The two fingers swung to what he imagined was where the table was.\n\"An altercation or some brawl or whatnot is happening in the alley o'er there.\" He wasn't sure where exactly the alley was now, within the odd cube of shadows. \n\"That's all,you want me to snag a pie for you?\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale laughs softly. He was an introvert afterall. Or atleast silent. \"Uh yeah sure. I mean... I could probably steal it for you considering...\" He stood up from the barrel and teleported about 2 meters away from it and walked back to the barrels to said down again his arms spread in a ' see? ' way. \"So if you want anything just tell. I don't mind.\"" }, { "author": "Mayor Podrick Thistlefoot", "message": "With all the activity taking place all around him, the halfling mayor of Miller Dale had remained at his podium, joined by several councilors of various areas around the city. They spoke together in hushed conversation on the stage, and the longer they talked, the more they were eventually ignored. \n\nStanding on his stand behind the podium, Podric actually had a bit of a height advantage over his companions, and he had been watching something down one of the side streets from the square. Eventually his attention focused on that completely, and he was forced to raise an hand to wave at one of the councilors talking to shut them up. \"It's... Dwarves!\" He said, lowly at first, but then a wave of relief flooded over him and his face broke into a huge smile. \"It's the dwarves!\" He said again, much more loudly, pointing out through the crowd at the approaching assemble of squat figures.\n\nNormally the dwarves only sent a small contingent, a handful of the dwarven females, but this time it appeared that they had sent a large group of envoys! It was finally happening! The dwarves had arrived! It was time for the festival to finally begin!" }, { "author": "Xa'el", "message": "\"Nah nah, yer green. I can tell y'aint know the tools a the trade too well, I don't want to draw any attention just distra-\"\n\n Xa'el was interrupted by a clamor after the halfling up on that stage said something. The crowd was beginning to buzz.. Apparently they had been waiting for guests to start the party.. He grinned and turned to Kale. \n\"May not need any help after all.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir sighed. \"I get it a lot, my dear fellow. Always have.\" He pressed his lips together.\n\n\"Do You Find me strange, then? I mean, I would much rather fit in myself, but there's only so much I can do about... This.\" Lir gestured to his coppery complexion, with the eyepatch, both of which generally made people nervous around him.\n\nLir turned to the mayor as he announced the arrival of dwarves. \"Oh! Seems it's about to begin,\" He told Llew." }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale replies with a strain: \"Sure\" As the box fades away." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew grunted, then raised a brow.\n\n\"Everythin be a wee bit stange 'ere Lir, ye been in some fights, so 'ave otha's, guards and folk restless... On the otha, with everythin a bit stange, makes me wonda if that makes me the stange one ye know?\" He said before nodding \"Everythin is a bit... So different from back 'ome.\"\n\nHe glanced to the Mayor, then over to Lir then forward, bending to take a look, a nod of agreement, and curiousity." }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "A gentle fog had seeped in around the western entrance to Miller Dale, the springtime twitter of birds slowly petering out under the sounds of marching footsteps. As the group drew closer, their stout forms became more defined - armour, helmets and weapons drawn. This wasn't just a group of envoys, it was a veritable company of dwarves... But not Firebeard.\n\nThe gates were already open, but the incoming dwarves threw them further; a deafening creak following the drone of Dwarvish tongue in unison. The design of their gear was older, harsher than those sent from Rouguemont; their skin slightly paler; eyes harsher. Some pushed away at the guards, others leering at citizens drawing too close." }, { "author": "Nerdrat Leadwrought", "message": "Leading this rowdy band were three dwarves - two flanking one. The one at the head wore a thick cowl and cloak, made from dark leathers and wispy cloth. Holding a gnarled staff in one hand; a weathered book in the other, he squinted at the mayor and his entourage - the raven on his shoulder cawing angrily. A wicked smile curled, his hands rising upwards as a raspy voice crackled from him loudly.\n\"People of Miller Dale! There's been a change of plans... Your little dwarven ladies are occupied elsewhere, and we have Graciously Come in their place. We are the Iron Vanguard. A pleasure...\"" }, { "author": "Khumras Goldhammer", "message": "On Nerdrat's left hand crept a sinister-looking young dwarf, his hood covering his dark eyes and his short beard.\n\nBehind them clinked platoons of grumbly young Ironhammer dwarves, armed to the teeth with axes and swords and crossbows. All weapons at the ready.\n\n\"We're the Reclaimers,\" Growled Khumras as he slunk next to Nerdrat. \"The Iron Vanguard is a Terrible Name,\" He snarled, just loud enough for the two other dwarves to hear." }, { "author": "Darbad Copperstorm", "message": "As confusion rose over the unknowing town, a large, muscular Dwarf sneers at them. The smile over his face grows wider as he believed him and his crew to have already won whatever battle was about to take place. His eyes glared throughout the crowd, looking for anyone who could even dare to match him and his might.\n\nHis grip tightened on his weapon, a large greatsword that almost appeared to be too large for his body. He hefts the huge blade above his head and lands it comfortably on his pauldron. Onlookers could see that the dwarf's wrist was crimson, as his blade had green barbs that stabbed into his arm, most likely for balance purposes.\n\nWith his own platoon standing proudly behind him, he shouts \n\n\"It doesn't matter what our name is! What matters now is that we're here now, and it seems a celebration is in order...\" The Dwarf chuckles darkly, amused at the malice laden within in his words." }, { "author": "justwolfynl", "message": "Ezra turns to them and so does Kale. They look at eachother and give a quick nod. They make a movement with their paws. Two different ones. Ezra grips on his sword and Kale grips on his samurai blade as they both walk to the person and his platoon. They both leave about 15m between them. They give a nod and pull the swords out. Then they stand straight up as Ezra spoke the words." }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "\"Identify yourself and your intention on what you are doing here. If the plan includes hurting these people or doing something with them we suggest you move. Now.\" Ezra seems dead seriues. No-one has ever seen him like this aside from the training he did." }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale simply looks serious and nods." }, { "author": "Mayor Podrick Thistlefoot", "message": "With the look of elation on his face slowly draining into disappointment and then finally fear, Podric had begun waving his hands in the air over his head in excitement, but now realized he had only singled himself out as a target.\n\nThese were not the dwarves from the Firebeard clan, no— these were trouble, and he had just sent off the captain of the guard and most of the city's sheriff's in an effort to go find the dwarves. \n\nLooking around with frantic eyes, the little mayor did his best to take on a political role that he was quite famous for. Though sweat dotted his brow, he smiled and nodded in greeting to the three dwarves at the head of this virtual army. \n\n\"Uh... Well, welcome! Welcome to Miller Dale! We're uh... Quite pleased to have you here with us to celebrate!\" He shakes his head emphatically \"Nobody wants any trouble here of course. It's a festival after all! The festival of Spring Dawning!\"" }, { "author": "justwolfynl", "message": "They both seem effected and think they've made their point. They sheeth their, weapons bow and make way." }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "\"Y'know what to be effected of you\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale (again) simply nods." }, { "author": "Darbad Copperstorm", "message": "The muscled dwarf cocked his head back and laughed heartedly. He was amused at both of the \"Warriors\" That stood before him, but his cackles were more aimed towards the mayor, Podric. He was delighted in Podric's mannerisms. He wasn't sure if Podric knew the danger they were in, or it the gnome was that dense.\n\nThe muscular dwarf had no words for the gnome however, he instead look toward the two who were flanked to his left and right. A familiar sneer smears itself onto his face once more. Before he could get his words out however, the two swordsmen withdraw their weapons. The Dwarf seems displeased, maybe he was hoping to see some bloodshed?\n\nEither way, his head turns toward his leader, the one with the thick cowl and cloak, waiting for him to introduce them properly, or for him to call for an attack, either choice would please the grinning dwarf." }, { "author": "Nerdrat Leadwrought", "message": "\"Shut up, Khumras! Your name is stupid, we all agreed already! At least Darbad remembers his role...\"\nThe imposing air broke for a moment as Nerdrat glanced to his left-hand man, snapping with a voice far more shrill. He cleared his throat, glancing at Ezra and sneering dismissively. The mayor's words seemed to affect him, however, his smile slowly fading into brewing anger.\n\"Trouble...? Celebration...? Why would we Ever Celebrate Anything With a bunch of brown-nosing whelps like you!? After casting us and our patron Nonika out when you Serfs Bowed to the Blood Mages, then spread rumours of our madness!? The only celebration we'll have is after we BURN THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND and TAKE WHAT WE WANT!!\"\n\nThe tension built and built in the scruffy dwarf's expression, until he was a deep crimson with the epitome of his rage. Purple lightning crackled from within his cloak, stamping his staff once and releasing a large puff of air. His composure returned, taking a few slow steps forwards.\n\"...We are Ironhammer. We will take something from you today, alongside what we've already claimed. Now, as for what... Khumras! Darbad! Give us some ideas... What shall we do with the quaint town of Miller Dale!?\"" }, { "author": "Darbad Copperstorm", "message": "An impressed expression appears on Darbad's face. He wasn't expecting to see the \"Oh so glorious\" Leader of their forces Nerdrat get exasperated today. Darbad stifles a chuckle once more before answer his master's question\n\n\"I'm just here for some fun boss. Booze, women, fights, gold, anything exciting will please me greatly...\"\n\nHis eyes once more glare toward the audience. His gaze however focuses on Podric once more, the feeble gnome looked to be the perfect candidate for a bruising if a fight were to break out. Darbad loved bullying the weak and defenseless." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir watched the arrival of the dwarves with rather a lot of trepidation. The amount of them. The fact that they all were armed. Young, and angry.\n\nThe two lupine knights had sheathed their weapons, but still would be little use against a veritable army of angry young dwarves.\n\nThey were far too outnumbered.\n\nLir glanced at Llew, then jerked his head. Lir slunk along the wall out of sight, then dropped to the ground, motioning for the young farmer to follow him." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Nerdrat, Khumras and Darbad... O' course, I shoulda' known. Time to make a report...\"\nThe dwarven marksman grumbled to himself darkly, slipping between the trees and pacing around the action. He'd not interfere, not between two groups he was friendly with... But he needs to know what happens." }, { "author": "Khumras Goldhammer", "message": "\"You Shut up, Nerdrat! We didn't agree! I didn't, at least!\" The hooded dwarf snarled.\n\n\"You've no Sense Of delicacy.\" Khumras turned, holding a palm up to the phalanx of dwarves behind him. Then he strode over to Podric.\n\nKhumras swung a large hand to give the mayor a pat on the back just too hard to be friendly.\n\n\"So, Mayor... Let's have a tour of your office. See how you run things.\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew glanced to the oncoming dwarves, a furrowed brow, they were certainly not woman as shown on the pamphlet... And armed. He glanced to the swordsmen, then back to the dwarves. They seemed ready to fight... Almost like bandits. He kept watching before the shout of pillage and burn. He got moving quickly. He saw the wicked weapons, farmer or not, a cudgel would not do himself much against a great sword, he heard the crackle of lightening. Magic?!\n\nHis jaw tightened, he glanced to Lir as he moved, going to follow, no motion being needed, glancing to those little folk still in the square then back to Lir. A nod, fear in his eyes, but a will. A missing eye, two fingers? He had to of had some fighting, or to get away. We will see what he had to say. He nodded again, as he glanced behind him. Hands resting on the handle of his cudgel until the knuckles were white, no other signs of tension however. Then back to Lir." }, { "author": "Captain Gallane Drakar", "message": "Gallane was eager to push his men harder than they were accustomed. Faster than the sleepy guardsmen of the Dale themselves knew they could go. For everyone was looking forward to the feast and drink that they would later enjoy!\n\n Of course there had been no group of Dwarves on the road. That had been gossip of the townsfolk. Gallane had hoped but, well it was rather a mystery. And the captain was beginning to worry what they searched for was perhaps something grim.\n\n\"Alright boys.\"\nHe raised a hand to get their 'posse' to stop.\n\"Let's have a rest~ Waterskins?\"\n\n Most of the lot found a rock or some log on the wayside to sit but some went down in the road outright. Not Gallane. He stood and looked up further into the daunting range of mountains they had stepped upon. Thinking-" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC was still somewhat nearby, and as the dwarven party marches up to the Mayor's podium, she hops up on the rainbarrel with Ody.\nShe frowns — an expression not well-suited to her face — as she sets a hand on the red-headed gnome's shoulder and leans down to mutter to her\n\"Yeeeeah, this doesn't look good, in fact, this looks ... Really bad. What should we do? We might be too far away for me to help the mayor up there — I can short-'port, but I think he's too far away. So, how can we help him? \n\"If these are the Mad Dwarves, I don't think my singing could do more than just distract them, and it's too many, anyway. Hmmm...\n\"Maybe I should just distract them the more old-fashioned way? As in, good-looking girl trying to catch the attention of the guys? Get behind the barrel, as I doubt you want to help with That, and be ready for my signal. Have that Fire Of yours ready!\"\nAC pulled her sash free and it ripples to be her strange-leather whip in her left hand, which she then shakes at till it sidles up to wrap around her left forearm.\nThen she calls out, \"Aw, c'mon, lads! Did you really come all this way just to be the wet blankets? Join the fun! The party! Big, strong, burly lads like you would be really popular, here! Like, look at those bulging muscles... I'll buy a pint for ... Well, there Is* A lot of you... For some of you! C'mon, what do you say?\"\nShe poses fetchingly, standing atop the barrel, and shakes her hips, \"I'll dance and sing, we'll make it a party!\" She tosses her hair, grinning at the party of dwarven warriors." }, { "author": "Xa'el", "message": "Xa'el had returned to his throne made of barrels. He hadn't been paying much attention but once he was on one, he could see much better if the goings on. He stiffened a moment realizing this festival apparently had come under siege... Xa'el resumed his seat on the utmost barrel and enjoyed the pies he had taken when the opprtunity arose. Watching what transpired with a curious expression." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "\"Ummm...\"\nThe twins look after AC as she ran after Ody, ... Then the tableau with the dwarves happens!" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "\"... This looks bad.\"" }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "\"Definitely not the guests of honor, I bet...\nShould we go after AC?\"" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "Drags Heidi and ducks after Lir!\nShe mutters, \"If AC gets in too much trouble, we'll have to help her, but for now... Here!\"" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "They peer around the corner, eyeing the stand-off with the mayor, then make twin watchful, careful faces as AC tries her ploy at distraction" }, { "author": "Ezrah, The Phantom", "message": "As Ezrah approached the town of Millers-Dale, he could feel the festive energy in the air. The sweet scent of blooming flowers and freshly baked pastries filled his nostrils, and the vibrant colours of the decorations hanging from every building caught his eye. The sound of lively music and laughter mingled with the gentle rustling of the nearby trees and the distant bubbling of a nearby brook.\n\nThe people of the town were dressed in their finest attire, with brightly coloured fabrics and delicate embroidery. Everywhere he looked, there were tables adorned with delectable treats and drinks, from savoury meats to sugary sweets and fragrant teas. The air was thick with the aroma of spices and herbs, and the sound of clinking glasses and joyful conversation echoed through the streets.\n\nChildren ran and played among the crowds, their faces painted with bright designs, while performers and musicians entertained the masses with their talents. Ezrah couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and wonder at the sight of so many people coming together to celebrate life and all its pleasures.\n\nAs he made his way deeper into the town, he saw that the festivities only continued to grow in intensity. From the stunning flower displays to the intricate costumes of the performers, every detail had been thoughtfully crafted to create an atmosphere of pure magic. He felt a sense of gratitude for being able to witness such beauty and community, and couldn't help but smile as he soaked in the vibrant energy of the spring festival in Millers-Dale.\n\nIn an instant, the enchanting aura of the market was shattered as a swarm of people began to converge, scattering away from the center where the festivities were to take place. At first, there was a palpable confusion in the air, but then the distant sound of metallic armour resounded through the air, a harbinger of the soldiers that were approaching the town's centre. As the clamour of screams and yells grew louder, Ezrah knew that something was amiss.\n\nWithout a second thought, Ezrah hastened towards the commotion, his heart pounding with unease. As he turned the corner, a scene of utter chaos unfolded before him. An army of dwarves stood before him, brandishing their weapons with malicious intent. The air was thick with hostility, and it was apparent that a deadly confrontation was imminent. It dawned on him that the guards of the city had marched into the mountains, leaving the populace defenceless and at the mercy of the belligerent dwarves.\n\nEzrah's heart quickened with a sense of urgency as he maneuvered skillfully through the crowds, inching closer to the unfolding turmoil. He knew that the dwarves would undoubtedly target the leaders of the city, and it was up to him to intervene and protect the innocent..." }, { "author": "Mayor Podrick Thistlefoot", "message": "Podric was nervous, and the \"Pat on the back\" Had him unbalanced and teetering on his position atop the pedestal behind the podium. He had to leap off in an impromptu little hop to the ground to keep from falling onto his backside. \n\n\"All right, all right,\" He said in a hasty huff. \"No need to get pushy,\" He agreed with the thick dwarf. \"The councilors and I would be uh... Delighted To give you a tour of the town hall and... Uh... My office, of course...\" He glanced up at the councilors who now towered over him, even more than the dwarf, but found each of them distancing themselves from his inclusion, backing away and shaking their heads to decline the \"Invitation\". \n\nFilled with disappointment and abandonment, Podric now of course wished he had not sent away Gallane and the sheriffs, but for now he just had to make due with the trouble at hand, and hope that they returned soon to help. Glumly, nodding his head, he began to lead the way away from the market square. \"It's not all that far off...\"" }, { "author": "Ezrah, The Phantom", "message": "As Ezrah moved closer to the scene, the severity of the situation became painfully clear. The absence of the sheriff and guards, who had presumably ventured into the mountains, coupled with the sizeable number of dwarves amassed before him, hinted at a premeditated attack. The village was undoubtedly unprepared for such an assault, and the consequences could be dire.\n\nHe was not far from the mayor now, or so he thought, for he did not know the mayor, but most of the attention seemed to be on that person at the podium. But he was too late to get him away from here.\n\nPerhaps, he hoped, there were other people present who, like him, were considering intervening. Amidst the sea of faces, he spotted a woman standing on a platform, attempting to capture the attention of the masses. While it was unlikely that she could single-handedly turn the tide of the conflict, Ezrah's instincts urged him to approach her. She may hold vital information or be in the process of implementing a strategy to mitigate the situation. With a sense of determination, he made his way towards her, hoping that their combined efforts, alongside others who shared their concern, might have a fighting chance." }, { "author": "Nerdrat Leadwrought", "message": "The grizzled dwarf stared blankly at the blonde-haired woman atop the barrel, along with his most loyal contingent. One of them growled lowly, barking in archaic Dwarvish to one of the others; both peeling off towards one of the houses. With a crack of wood and glass, the door was broken in.\n\"...Eldritch Blast.\"\nWith a flat voice and a flick of his hand, a swirling ball of purplish energy rocketed forth; enough to knock her off and leave a little mark. Nerdrat pointed a finger skyward, slowly turning it in a circle above his head in some odd gesture to the rest of his company.\n\"You do that, Khumras... THE REST O' YOU! Fan out, groups o' three an' take what ya' can. Burn the rest, an' knock away any in yer' way... We're not killin' yet...\"\nHis voice boomed as he made the call, a light shockwave reverberating from his mouth. The remaining dwarves by his side seemed to swell in their stature; their faces brightening with malevolence; muscles drawing taught and strong.\n\"Darbad. Guessin' we'll have some 'problems' Ta' deal with. You and I can show 'em a thing or two, eh?\"\nHe croaked to his companion, pointing a rusty finger towards the crowd in front of the stage, nodding knowingly. He knew what the world was like, there had to be heroic types that could test their mettle... To overestimate their quarry would put them in the ground faster." }, { "author": "anonymousraccoon_", "message": "Odawyn gawked as they shot at AC and chaos erupted. She hopped up and down on her barrel before giving a tiny sort of war cry and taking aim at Nerdrat with her staff. Then she released a wildly unstable fireball in his direction. How dare they!" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC blinked in almost gape-mouthed suprised as, not only did her gambit at distracting the dwarves from pillaging by her offer of high culture, but, the one is Shooting at her!* She lunges to the side but, of course, while fast, she's not That Fast, and she gets winged by the dwarf's Eldritch Blast As she indelicately tumbles to the ground.\n\"Oof!\"\nShe hollers out in high dudgeon,* \"Uncultured Lout!\"\nShe rolls to her side, rubbning her zinged bottom.\n\"That'll lead a mark!\"" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The well-cloaked twins gawk as the dwarf dares fire at their friend!" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "Tries to lunge forward, but," }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "Holds her back, \"That didn't look like more than a glancing blow, she should be fine! We have to help the elder here, and this other fellow who doesn't exactly look well-armed...\"" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "Sighs and nods, \"You're right...\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "Then Does* Gape up at Ody, as the gnomes shoots off a fireball,\n\"Oh, sh\|\|izzle\|\|! Ody, get down!,\" And she'll try hopping up, groaning as she's sore from the glancing blast and the subsequent fall to the ground from the barrel, and tries grabbing Ody and looking for an escape!" }, { "author": "anonymousraccoon_", "message": "Ody was yelling something in her native tongue before comically being yanked off her 'stage' by AC. She looked up at her \"How dare they!\" She commented as she was lead along, shaking her head and muttering to herself. \"I ought to set them all on fire!\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "\"Soon! But right now, first point of strategy — when you shoot something, don't wait where you shot from, or they might quickly shoot back!\"" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "As confusion reigned in the town centre with the help available still no match for the army of dwarves milling about, the crowd seemed unsure whether to scatter or remain. Some people began fleeing, and, in the chaos, Miss Sabyn Quenelle had gotten separated from her charge, Miss Fleurie Seavers.\n\n\"Miss Seavers! Miss Seavers! Fleurie!\" Miss Quenelle shouted to no avail. Miss Quenelle threaded through the crowd, trying to locate the young woman. Unable to do so, she was swept away in a river of people surging away from the city centre. With no other option, Miss Quenelle lifted her skirts and ran as fast as she could towards the quieter... And richer... Section of Miller Dale closest to the seaside." }, { "author": "Juchin (NPC)", "message": "The old tea-seller Juchin found her tea stall overrun with dwarves. Some shoved coins into her tip teapot before grabbing cups and tins of tea, others simply seized what they wanted without paying. \n\n\"Get off! One at a time!\" Snapped Juchin, but the dwarves were too many. The tiny old woman found herself shoved out of her own tea stall as the dwarves ransacked it. All she could do was watch them guzzle down tea and break her teapots and cups." }, { "author": "snyper493", "message": "/k: _Kiros stood still, his eyes wide at the calls of the dwarves. He gently bumps people aside as they ran past him. He shrugs a bit before carefully pulling his war hammer off his back. He sighs a bit as he left his barding at the forge for the festivities. As it cleared ahead of him, he walked a bit forward, the clacking of his hooves barely heard above the din. \"Well... If they want a fight...\" He grumbles. He growls at the now bandits, \"Let's Play...\" He waits ready for an attack, his large war hammer held with some ease and slightly different than usual._" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir glanced at Llew, but, before he could respond to the young farmer, he found the Hoff twins encroaching into their space.\n\n\"Go help AC, or leave!\" Lir hissed at the twins. Two people hidden in one spot was bad enough, but four of them huddled together significantly raised the risk of them all being found. Lir had spotted Gitroki concealing himself as well but had only a vague idea of the dwarf's location. He hoped not to encroach on Gitroki and reveal the dwarf's hiding spot.\n\nLir, hunched down against the wall, squirmed as he withdrew two daggers out of his waistcoat and handed them to Llew.\n\n\"Llew, my boy, do you think you could catch up to the sheriffs who've gone to look for the dwarf maidens? Let them know that the town is being attacked.\"\n\nLir narrowed his eye at the Hoffs. \"Go help AC, or go help Llew alert the sheriffs and bring back some men. I've got a sick charge to try to get back to, and I can't have any interference right now.\"" }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "\"Oh. We thought we should have helped you two, but ok.\"" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "Grabs her sister's hand, and withdraws her short-staff from her cloak with the other," }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "And they hurry out into the mayhem to look for AC and her gnomish friend! Huddled in their cloaks, they duck from shadowed alley to shaded awninged doorway" }, { "author": "Xa'el", "message": "Had been snickering, watching as chaos ensued. The stout group of grizzled dwarves were actually quite intimidating. He was lucky that he did not care for this town at least a smiidge. This lot seemed more likeminded than the townsfolk... Though something awful dawned on Xa'el. Making him nearly choke on his pie and the man tumbled off the stack of barrels into a group of fleeing people.\n\nHe dematerialized of course. Turning into a puffy cloud of white smoke the moment his boot hit upon someone's head...\n\n This was bad, If Xa'el was a betting man~ And he was.* He would bet that if this group overrran the town or burnt it down.. It would bring complications to getting a ship chartered to Tidehaven.. \n\n The cloud ☁️ floated lazily to a rooftop and began to solidify and take the form of a man.\n\nThis was turning out ever so unfortunately for Xael.." }, { "author": "Khumras Goldhammer", "message": "After a few \"Friendly\" Pats on Mayor Thistlefoot's back, Khumrash grinned as dwarves flooded around him, laughing. \n\nA dwarf who was one of many who had been filching mugs of ale laughed loudly and stumbled towards Ezrah, shoving the mug of ale at the slender fair man.\n\nKhumras, however, gave another pat on the mayor's shoulder as the sirine stepped onto the barrel. \n\n\"Let's hold off a moment, Mayor,\" Khumras grinned as he stepped towards AC.\n\nKhumras remained still a moment as Nerdrat flung a blast of unholy energy towards the golden-haired maid.\n\n\"NERDRAT, YOU IDIOT!\" Khumras yelled as he darted towards AC. He held out a hand towards her.\n\n\"My deepest apologies, O fair maiden of the sunrise.\" Khumras smiled his most winning smile at AC. \"My colleague is rabbited. Forgive him. The mayor was just about to give us a tour of his office. Care to join us, my beauty?\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew's eyes looked over, eyes widdening to saucers, magic?! Magic bandits?! He swallowed then looked back to Lir then the twins, looking between the three, about to pull his cudgel before Lir handed him two daggers. He took them, did he know how to use them? Well, kind of, tiny swords right? He played the game of sticks. \n\nHe looked them over the nback at Lir. He nodded, and took off at a sprint, running down the back of the small way, then around a corner, he heard screams. Teeth gritted as his vision swam. Running fast as his legs could take him. He had to make it past the dwarves. He kept running around the back. Hoping he wouldn't be noticed as he went at a dead sprint towards the bridge, tucking the daggers into his rope belt. His hat flying off, gliding in the wind to land near the looting dwarves. \n\nFace was pale with fear, and fueled his sprint to get out of town. All he had to do was get the sherrifs. By the gods, what if this was his town? He ran like his life depended on it. Almost slipping on the stone road several times." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "Lofts her eyebrows at Khumraw. She was too canny to let her face show true suspicion, but considering she was hanging onto the fair, redheaded gnome who'd just flung a fireball at — or at least in the general direction, it Was* Unstable, after all — of his troops, this seemed ... Fishy.\nThen again, this whole affair was as fishy as a wharfside market at the End Of a long, hot, summer's day...\nAnd so, she grinned sweetly at the dwarven boss,* \"Sure! Can I bring my friend, here? You promise my friends and I full protection, on your full word of honor, lest I get to shave your beard?\"\nShe'll let him take her hand, as if he were a dashing knight and she the maiden fair of ye olde stories. She subtly hooked her whip off the back of her belt, and it slyly re-wrapped itself around her left arm, the one handing onto Ody." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The twins hadn't gotten far in their search for AC, before spotting her being drawn back by the dwarven commando. They hung back in the shadows of an awning, keeping an eye on this latest development!\n\nThey looked to each other, disappointment in their eyes. They had thought they had chosen right to protect the farmer and (to their eyes) old guy, so his snapping at them to go help AC stung, a bit. But, they settled back to the task at hand, and kept a close eye on AC and her other buddy, Ody." }, { "author": "Darbad Copperstorm", "message": "Ody was yelling something in her native tongue before comically being yanked off her 'stage' by AC. She looked up at her \"How dare they!\" She commented as she was lead along, shaking her head and muttering to herself. \"I ought to set them all on fire!\"\n\n The blazing Fireball trailed its way towards its target. A shining, searing ball of fire lit up the area below it, bathing every onlooking in rays of crimson and gold.\n\n*KABOOM!!\n\nThe spell found its target! A cloud of thin, black smoke surrounded the area around the podium where Nerdrat and Darbad had been. People looked on in anticipation to see if the threat was settled. As the smoke cleared, a menacing chuckle could be heard on the other side of the smoke. \n\n\"Hehehehe!\" Darbad stood proudly in front of his leader. The sword that sat softly on his shoulder was now firmly grasped with both hands outstretched towards where the Fireball came from. The sword was blazing red, heat could be felt from yards away from it, how Darbad was able to stand so close to the blazing sword was anyone's guess.\n\nYou're going to have to do a lot better than that if you want take us down! A wicked smile still stood on Darbad'a face. He wasn't expecting the lowly townsfolk to have any sort of magic.* \n\n\"It was a cute party trick, but that's all it was... Cute.\"" }, { "author": "Captain Gallane Drakar", "message": "It was as if Gallane could feel the hopes of his men sagging. What had felt like a fun trek as a welcoming party. Had now very obviously become a search party. The force treaded onward, looking for some scrap of information. Some lead, at the very least they could bring back home. Then they could at least watch that familiar festival many of them had known for years if not their entire lives.\n\n The road at this point was more like a mountain pass now, though the captain and his men were only upon the tip of the iceberg that is the southern mountains. \n\nGallane was not feeling lighthearted anymore. For even when he had first got to thinking, and looked up at the range. He had accepted the possibility of this investigation becoming rather important." }, { "author": "Nerdrat Leadwrought", "message": "\"...You know Darbad, I've always appreciated you.\"\nSlowly opening an eye from his flinch, Nerdrat quickly realised that they were okay. He patted Darbad's shoulder and nodded, in a moment of genuine gratitude. This quickly faded however, his snarl returning as he raised the staff once more.\n\"Get the gnome! Khumras, move or I'm zapping you as well, you wallflower! Who else... Who else wants this!?\"\nHis hands crackled with sparking energy, a deep and sickly blue jumping between his fingertips. A couple of the remaining dwarves sauntered up, battle-axes in hand to leer at whoever stepped up." }, { "author": "Mayor Podrick Thistlefoot", "message": "Standing off to the side of all the commotion, Podric cringed at the sudden ferocity, and was soon scampering off as only a halfling could do to find the shelter of safety. Running around the corner out of the square amidst several others, he quickly realized that he had somehow made good his escape, thanks to the intervention of others in the square. \"Get them!\" He yelled from a hidden position in a crowd of people. \"Don't let them raze our poor city!\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC, looking oh-so-innocent as she does, and still hanging onto Khumras' hand with one hand, and the pyromaniacal gnome with the other, tries to slooowly slide herself behind Khumras, pulling the gnome with her!\n\"Oh, the vile brute! You wouldn't let two such harmless sorts as us fall prey to that ruffian there, right? Clearly he's mad!\" She mumbles to Ody, though Khumras surely could hear ... Perhaps AC wants him to, of course... \"Dwarves with magic... I bet it's driving him Quite Mad...\"\nShe's definitely angling to pur Khumras between herself and Ody, and as many other dwarves as she can ... Especially* Nerdrat!\nShe grins as Podrick runes like hell! Her distraction gambit didn't go quite as well as she'd hoped, but if the Mayor can get away, it at least worked well enough! She'll glance around for the Hoffs. Spotting them, she gives a very subtle nod..." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "Nod back, and glance to each other, then to AC and Ody... But then toward the mayor. They mumble to each other, considering what distraction techniques might be needed, and whether they should help AC more, or the Mayor... They'll just have to see what happens next..." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros smiles on, his hammer slowly swinging now in front of him, \"Well well well... Mayor gave the go ahead...\" He murmurs. He slowly walked forward, his hooves clacking on the pebbled street. As he nears a group of dwarves, he checks to make sure they are raiders before going into swings to knock them out cold. The blows raining as if he was a part of a hammer team._" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "Hears the sound of growing chaos* \"Ooooh, uh oh, more chaos! See? Don't just zap one cute li'l gnome, better go see what That Is, right?\"" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "Hearing the sounds of Kiros' ruckus, they creep closer, keeping their cloaks and hoods concealing themselves..., but stick to the shadows for now — or trying to, of course — waiting to see how the Big Dwarven Trio reacts, not wanting to let AC out of their sight, really, either." }, { "author": "anonymousraccoon_", "message": "Ody was suddenly snatched away, and good thing too, a rather intimidating dwarf was coming their way. She huddled against AC and looked up at the dwarf she was talking to. Did he need a fireball to the beard? To be honest, she wasn't sure how much energy she had left. She couldn't just blast all day, not yet at least." }, { "author": "Khumras Goldhammer", "message": "Khumras took AC's proffered hand, bending down to kiss it.\n\n\"A thousand million pardons, my sweetest pie. I have to attend to something first.\"\n\nKhumras whirled towards the explosion near Darbad and Nerdrat. Unfortunately, they both seemed to survive the blast, and it appeared that the residents of Miller Dale might not be taken down as fast as they had initially anticipated.\n\nDrawing his shortsword and knife, Khumras jabbed the air in the direction of Mayor Thistlefoot's voice.\n\n\"SEIZE THE HALFLING! AND HOSTAGES!\" Khumras roared, charging in the direction of Mayor Thistlefoot's voice.\n\nDwarves began screaming and yelling and drawing weapons. Several seized unattended women, and the crowd began screaming and pushing past each other, trying desperately to get free of the dwarves.\n\nDwarves who had wandered off, however, had completely destroyed Juchin's tea stall. Another group had found Bruwilyn's blacksmith shop and were beating at the barred door with anything they could get their hands on.\n\nKiros's hammer sent several dwarves to their end, and one dwarf screamed for backup against the centaur. More dwarves began flooding towards Kiros, their own hammers and swords risen high. Two of the bigger dwarves thrust themselves as close to Kiros as they could get and swung their warhammers at the centaur's legs." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir heard the blasts after he had sent Llew off after the sheriffs. His stomach sinking, he pressed himself flat on the ground as the dwarves continued swarming not only the city centre but flooded into other areas of Miller Dale as well. \n\nHe had to get Jathak the hell away from this mess before something Else Terrible happened to them. \n\nDrawing out the last two daggers he had, and with the cacophony growing louder all around him, Lir slunk along the ground as quietly as he could, looking for any opening that he might escape through." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "Spotting the Mayor* Scampering away at high speed, they try to subtly catch his attention — quite the feat, what with their also Not Wanting to catch the dwarves' attention!\nSo, if by luck he's scampering in their direction — they'd perhaps be near the opening to some side street or alley in the general direction of where Kiros Would also be fighting...\nThen they'll try to catch his attention, and gesture to the side street / alley behind them, which they've made sure is clear of enemy dwarves!\n\"That way, it looks clear!\"\nAnd, if he takes them up on it, they'll follow him to try and guard him — or at least prove a distraction if they do all get noticed..." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew feet slammed the ground, there was no subtly with what he was trying to do. Just pure speed, window blowing his hair. He ran past a dwarf, then another. Who knows when they would try to stop him. Shoes making pitter patter sounds as they slammed into the cobble stone road, then onward. The bridge was the key. \n\nHe was tense, nervous, scared. What if he couldn't make it, what if the other dwarves had magical weapons? Could he even defend himself? Time seemed to slow for a moment as he thought, adrenaline fueling him as much as fear. He could almost hear the wind, like whispers as he ran. The shouts going to a slow, each step unbearably slow, each second like a minute. His vision blurred from the wind in his eyes, then it all came back too fast. He was getting closer to getting out of town." }, { "author": "Ezrah, The Phantom", "message": "Ezrah moved with the grace of a panther, weaving his way through the throngs of people until he caught sight of a group of dwarves encircling someone. Without a moment's hesitation, he surged forward, his lithe form slicing through the air like a bolt of lightning. His every movement bespoke of a finely honed physique, suggesting the training of a warrior or athlete. Approaching the circle of dwarves, he burst into a sprint, propelling himself over their heads with a deft kick to one's shoulder, launching himself towards the centre. Landing with a gentle thud, he smoothly drew his sword, which glinted brilliantly in the sunlight, and spoke with a voice of authority, \"We may be ignorant of the situation, but unity is our greatest weapon in overcoming it.\" His frigid gaze pierced the dwarves like icicles, but his words were directed at the stranger beside him." }, { "author": "Sir Jathak Artudian", "message": "The Miller Dale residents near the ocean, even though farther away from the heart of the carnage, were beginning to have problems as well.\n\nSeveral small, unattended bands of dwarves had gotten into the coastal district. One band began pestering dockworkers and fishmongers. Several others began going at the pretty cottages and mansions lining the quieter streets, throwing rocks into windows and trying to force their way into houses they felt were theirs by right.\n\nSeeing, however, as these more affluent households tended to have hired help and to house nobles with at least some military experience and training, the bands of dwarves, while they were certainly causing mayhem, were having a tougher time of it.\n\nMrs Seavers found herself with a panicked maid, an injured husband, two footmen who were only too happy to get in some scraps, and, most importantly, a missing niece.\n\nStill, there Was* The consideration of their unusual neighbors to attend to.\n\nSo, after promising to herself that she was going to send the bill for the damages to Mayor Thistlefoot for his abysmal lack of security, she strode to the stone cottage next door. One of the front windows of the house had been broken.\n\nMrs Seavers knocked.\n\nThe door was flung open, and Mrs Seavers sighed down the snaplock barrel shoved into her face by the already-bloodied creature wielding it.\n\n\"Mr Artudian, I never!\" Mrs Seavers placed a hand to her chest. \n\nWhilst it took a few moments, which Mrs Seavers allowed to elapse in silence, Artudian did drop the weapon and glared at the woman.\n\n\"You seem to understand the issue, Mr Artudian. There is a raid by dwarves in the middle of the festival. Miss Seavers was separated from Miss Quenelle during the initial rush. I am going to find her.\"\n\nMrs Seavers peered around the trembling, blood-soaked little knight at a groaning dwarf lying inside the house by the breakfast nook, the table and two chairs nearest it splintered into pieces.\n\n\"I see you have things well in hand here,\" Mrs Seavers told Artudian. \"I understand that Mr Silivasti is attending the event as well. I shall keep an eye open for him.\"\n\nThe severe-looking woman stepped back. She frowned and studied the mute knight, whose eyes had widened.\n\n\"I know you have been taken ill, Mr Artudian, but my understanding in my conversations with Mr Silivasti is that you have significant military experience. If you are in any sort of shape to help...\" At this, the elderly noblewoman studied Artudian up and down. \n\n\"You seem in finer fettle than most men half your age, and I imagine your expertise would be welcome. That fool Thistlefoot seems to have sent all the sheriffs to investigate the mountain passes, and has appeared to severely underfund the city watch. For such a large event, too! I'm very glad I Didn't vote for him.\"\n\nArtudian narrowed his eyes at the woman. Behind him, a broken window shutter, just barely grasping to the wall by one hinge, snapped and fell to the kitchen floor.\n\nMrs Seavers turned away, approaching the carriage that had just drawn up in front of her house.\n\n\"If you must, Mr Artudian, remain here, and I shall endeavour to bring Mr Silivasti back as well.\"\n\nThe carriage trundled off, with Mrs Seavers inside. Artudian slammed the door closed and tended to his own plans." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros grins with each thud, blacksmithing built up those arms to do such fighting. He warily watches as more dwarves are called over. The fight, which he thought was rather one sided, a big centaur against smaller dwarves, turned the other way as another half dozen came into the fray. He growls out a curse and spots the swings to his legs. He rears back, his hooves flailing, but still a hammer hits him hard on the left front shin. He feels a crack and roars out with pain, he flails out with his right hoof and tries to nail a dwarf with that limb as he brings his hammer back into play. As he lands, he curls the left leg in and stumbles slightly, the right barely catching him.\n\nHe turns to the new comer as he landed and then nodded, \"Stay on my left...\" He turned back to the dwarves and now waited for their retaliation, his hammer keeping what he can at bay._" }, { "author": "Billa Stonebrow", "message": "It was faint, far away or muffled - it was difficult to tell. At first it may have been growling that carried in the wind. Strange throaty somewhat guttural noises that was difficult to pinpoint where it was coming from. But as one of the men on the search party stood completely still ad tilted his head - he would slowly turn towards a heavy pile of large rocks, stone and debris, a new layer of settled dust covering the hill. \n\nA rock slide!\n\nBut what was he hearing? He pressed closer to the hill, then leaned into a large boulder pressing his ear against the rock.\n\n\"Snnooorrrrghh, psssssh. Snnnnnnnoooorghh. Pssssh.\" And more than one questionable strange sounds could be heard. \n\nSnoring? \"Captain!, I think I hear something!!\" He then took the hilt of his sword and rapped it against the boulder. \"Hello! HELLO?\" \n\nMutters, grumbles, groans but eventually a voice rang out. \"Help! We need help! The hill tumbled down on us!\" The voice was strained, perhaps a little dry and gritty, but it was definitely female. \"There was an explosion.. \" Couchcoughcough. More voices all trying to talk at the same time to what had happened and then talk of thirst and ale." }, { "author": "Captain Gallane Drakar", "message": "Gallane was called to from one of his men, as they had been dispersed and searching along the mountain road and the byways. What the sheriff reported was a rockslide or some cave in just ahead behind the next turn and a commotion beginning as contact had been made with what sounded to them like a group of dwarvish maidens. \n\n Captain Drakar felt a heaviness he was not previously aware of lift from himself. And he grinned despite the serious nature of the news. He was sure dwarves of all people were sturdy enough~ nae. Built for exactly such the occasion as what had befell them..\n He clapped the sheriff on the back, It was Barrey actually.\nBefore stepping intently forward to—\n\n\"OYE\"\n\nThat was the sound of another of the sheriffs, Stooks if I recall~* Yelling out, as he spotted some farmhand in the distance. Running up the road." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew was unsure how far he ran, or how long. Just that he ran, that he needed to run. He was sweaty, even in the cold of the mountains he was sweaty. His feet hurt on the hard cobble, it was not like the packed dirt back home, or acres of wheat field or wood lands.\n\nHe began to slowly simply because despite his will to carry on, one can't keep a dead sprint forever. He was down to a jog, eyes widened as he saw people in the distance, he waved, and pointed back to where he ran.\n\n\"Bandits, bandits pillagin the town! I-\" He wheezed as he took a moment to gasp and struggle for air.\n\n\"Told to... Get ya, come back please, need 'elp, danger.\" He blathered out, coming to a stop and bending over, he wanted to throw up, or felt that way, sweat dripping off of him, vision shaky and swimming slightly. He shook his head, can't do that infront of them sheriffs!" }, { "author": "Captain Gallane Drakar", "message": "\"Get the lad some water, you done well-Stooks. You take four men and the boy here and save our maidens. The rest a ye!\nLet's go.\"" }, { "author": "Milla Stonebrow", "message": "Milla woke to up to darkness, dusty air, and the sound of her sister calling for help. One of her traveling companions suggested that she stay down and rest, but despite her disorientation and injuries she characteristically ignored the advice to take it slow, and made her way towards her sister's voice.\n\n\"Billa, what happened? Are you ok? The last thing I remember is a massive bang and rock tumbling everywhere.\" She raised her fingers to her cheek, feeling something wet there. Lowering them, she could see that there was blood, half dried, half new, coming from a cut on her head. It didn't seem serious. She had been hurt far worse, before. Her body was very sore, but that too, was fairly common.\n\nShe swiftly made her way through the cave, navigating the rocks and debris finally finding her sister. She put her hand on Milla's shoulder, asking if she knew what the hell was going on." }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "Ezra approached after chatting with Kale. He saw what was happening and choose to take action. He frickin' warned those dwarfs afterall didn't he? Is he hit? He thought. He called Kale over with an howl. It turned so loud that the normal hearing capacity couldn't hear it anymore. Kale houd back at the same frequency. He turned to Kiros. \"Keep standing. A doc is in the way.\" Ezra drew out his two swords and called out: \"I've told you to watch out and still you ruin it! Now... Come at me!\" He stood a protective position for Kiros to have some time and rest." }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale approached as he saw Ezra's pose he knew something was wrong. A fey yards away he saw a few dozen dwarfs and to his left he saw a giant kinda guy with a large hit on his left front shin. Kale approached the dude blew softly on the pipe. (Not-with-effect) He exposed his hands and helt them up. Out came two white bluish fireballs. He lettet them dissapear and reapeared were two lime green ones. He turned them smaller and held them to the wound of the big guy. \"Hm!\" An alerting mumble. \"Don't move.\" He said. \"Okay. This should do. If you get hit here again I might not be able to heal it. I'll fight with you guys on distance.\" He patted the dude." }, { "author": "Ezrah, The Phantom", "message": "Ezrah brandished his sword in a dangerous dance, the metallic whooshing sound it made as it cut through the air was enough to make even the most battle-hardened dwarf quiver in fear. He and his new ally, the centaur Kiros, stood back to back, a formidable duo against the surrounding dwarves. The ruckus had attracted the attention of two more fighters, approaching from a distance with what seemed like friendly intentions. Ezrah let out a wry chuckle at the sight of them, relishing the reinforcement. \"Welcome to the party!\", he welcomed them both. \n\nBut there was no time for pleasantries. The dwarves were unrelenting, pushing forward with a determined fury. \"Does anyone of you have a strategy?\" Ezrah bellowed over the clamour, his focus fixed on the oncoming assault. Ezrah swung his sword with deadly precision, landing a cut on the cheek of a dwarf who had gotten too close. He knew, however, that he could not be too aggressive, lest he risk escalation to lethal combat.\n\nWith a graceful pivot, Ezrah glided back to the group, the air rushing past him as he slid just above the ground. The sun shone down on them, casting a golden glow on the scene of conflict, lending an almost surreal quality to the battle. It was as if the forces of nature themselves were drawn to the struggle, with even the gentle breeze seeming to pick up in intensity, as if urging the two sides to a climactic showdown. But for now, they held the line, determined to protect the village until the guards could arrive." }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "\"Yes\" Ezra answered. \"Hold a defensive line with 3 across this street.\" He looks at Kale. \"Try and take higher ground.\" He turns to Ezrah \"Let's try to fight both and not get close to eachother. They are focused on the town so if they see an opening they'll run through.\" He looked in his eyes with fury getting an aggressive stance. \"C'mon then!\" He said while he slashed his sword against a dwarf making a cut across his face as he fell down. The young dwarf was shocked as the Adastrian slashed his young untouched warface. \"You will not get through.\"" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale nods in silence as he fleds and comes back ontop of a hill on the south side of the pathway. He looked over the attacking dwarfs and was kinda shocked. He'd never been in a battle before but he needed to help. And he choose to do so. He used his element to keep them away for the breakthrough of the pathway." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "A dwarf takes Kiros's right front hoof directly to the face and falls, whilst the dwarf who had landed the hit whoops and swings his hammer again, this time at one of Kiros's hind legs. \n\nWith several bodies surrounding the centaur, a few of the dwarves began backing away from flailing hooves and the centaur's swinging warhammer. Still others began to press in, sensing the centaur's weakness.\n\nOne of the dwarves encircling Kiros fell at Ezra's kick to his shoulder, winded but only temporarily out of the fight. Other dwarves turned from the injured centaur to focus on the lupine knight who had entered the fray, two charging Ezra now as well.\n\nMost of the dwarves stumbled and fell back at Kale's blast. They would be stunned for several moments, but they began rolling on the ground and getting their feet back under them.\n\nA few moments lapsed where many of the dwarves stood panicked, then backed away from Kiros, Ezra, and Kale. Two dwarves spun away after the strikes from Ezra, yet the blood flowing began to anger the dwarves encircling Kiros. They pressed in further towards the three, warhammers and swords and shields flinging. Cries of battle and agony from the dwarves. \n\nTwo dwarves, seeing Kale's attempt at healing the centaur and then his retreat to higher ground, began to chase the mage as Kale pursued higher ground." }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "Ezra grunted at the impacts of the clashing swords. With growls he tries to hit them but the metal is strong and it lasts. It looked like an actual stamina test. He then choose to focus on one and missed. Then a hammer hit his shoulder. As he cried out a curse word he jumped backwards to rearrange himself. It did hurt, yes, but it wasn't dangerous or broken. He could still use his right arm. As he grunts the adrenaline finally comes in. Ezra's teeth clench as his eyes widen. He stands even more beastly then before. He trows a knife at Kale and shouts. \"BEHIND!\" Before acting defensive again." }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "Kale turns to his back as he sees a knife flighing at him. He catches it and draws his samurai blade as he turns back to the dwarfs that followed him. He charged one with the blade as he tried to strike the other with an element." }, { "author": "Xa'el", "message": "The festival was in full swing now. Maybe if it was like this every year he would have to make a jolly occasion of it..\n Xa'el was itching to get into the action, at first he hadn't wanted to because the odds looked worse than slim and we wouldn't want to run from a fight, no no:\n\n While Miller Dale was definitely in the middle of being over run. It was, a large place and from his rooftop he could see a few different groupings of chaos where people withstood the pillage. Spreading the attacking Dwarves numbers thin. Closest though And most interesting Was a centaur and certain others holding their own against a large portion of the raiding Iron hammers.\n\nThe smoke man would leave his bag up on that roof, and run forth off the ledge. At some point he wasn't running anymore, as his legs were gone. They had dissipated and were leaving a poofy white jet stream of smoke behind that propelled the man forward...\n\n He roared a war cry and made no introduction. Just started swingin, a fury of fists. If his timing was right and he was on point~ he would be nigh untouchable. What swordsman was up to the task of slicing a cloud.?. Catching the wind would be easier." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "Mrs Clemencia Seavers arrived at the battle in her coach. She darted out of her seat, drawing her sword as several dwarves accosted the carriage, one throwing her coachman to the ground. Her coachman and the dwarf who had attacked him began punching each other as another dwarf leapt into the driver's seat, grabbing the reins and driving it away once three other dwarves had shoved themselves into the carriage for a ride.\n\nMrs Seavers gaped at the dwarves stealing her carriage, but then rushed into the fray. \"Fleurie!\" She shouted. \"Fleurie!\"\n\nMeanwhile, Juchin, the elderly tea merchant, grabbed an empty tea tin and flung it at one of the dwarves who had attacked her stall. She missed the dwarf's head, and the tin clattered harmlessly to the ground.\n\nBruwilyn Ironmaster and her father had barricaded the door to their blacksmith shop, but, seeing they were no match for the mass of dwarves attacking the door, took the few weapons they could grab and fled.\n\nA contingent of dwarves burst in and began seizing swords and hammers and cudgels, snickering to each other and running back out to assault other businesses.\n\nOne of those assaulted businesses was Captain Rumblestep's carpentry shop. The halfling, too, limped away, his peg leg clacking on the ground as he escaped into the streets.\n\nThe trio of dwarves that had broken into the woodshop saw only a few weapons to be had. They grabbed what weapons they could and smashed to splinters everything else they saw, including dozens of lovingly-carved children's toys that they destroyed whilst cackling.\n\nPastry shops and butchers and tailors and meaderies and breweries along the streets found themselves at the mercy of dozens of young dwarves grabbing what they could, happily running away with food and alcohol and anything else they could grab, remaining unaware that the situation at the heart of Miller Dale, as well as at other places in the city, had already begun turning from a raid into something much deadlier." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew was resting, then eyes widening, he was going to have to go back. He swallowed, a nod, panting some more, then got to jogging, or more, keeping pace with the sheriffs, He hope they ran slow, or at least slow enough to catch his breath. What could he do more to help?\n\nLlew had a slightly panicked look as he moved with the group, eyes going up. What about Sir Lir? Just abandon him? Or that lady with a really pretty voice... What would his parents say? He frowned as he moved ahead, thinking possibly a bit off with the lack of oxygen. He put his head down and got back to running, something had to be done, why should he be the one to do it?" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC blinked at Khumras charging off, and thus her big, burly meat shield has vanished, leaving her and Ody no longer well-hidden.\n\"Well, crap...\" \nWell, before the Nerdy Rat got any wise ideas... Our golden dancer AC grabbed Ody and exited stage left, in the general direction that the bulk of the dwarves had gone charging in — well, those following Khumras, anyway. But...\nWell, ok, not precisely that.. But, Thattaway! Because, she spied a true crime, a crying shame, a true Travesty of justice...\nHow, pray tell, did she pull off such a vanishing act?\nShe hopped up on the podium that the Mayor had so recently been pontificating from, dragging Ody with her!\n\"Ok, gents!\" She called to any dwarves still nearby... Especially the Nerdy Rat!\n\"This has been fun, really, but...\"\nShe muttered to Ody, \"Watch This!\"\nShe held up her other hand — still clutching the adorable firebug of a redheaded gnome with her whip hand but now raising her free hand as if clutching something within... And she hollered, \n\"Smoke bomb!!!\"\nAnd making a downward-flinging motion... AC vanished in a big burst of purple and blue smoke! [perhaps 15-20' diameter]\nAny who aren't Very well distracted* By the smoke would perhaps notice AC, with a shimmer of golden-amber light, dropping in with Ody about ... 5' off the ground or so — hard to pinpoint a re-entry point through all this crowd! — not too far from where those foul cretins, those dastardly bastards of dwarves who...\n\n...Who...\n\nDare accost Juchin and her wonderful tea shop!!!\n\n\"Those... Those True bastards!\" \nBut first, she must help Ody. ... After catching her breath. It was a rough landing, what with reappearing 5' in the air! She twisted to take most of the bump, letting Ody be cushioned with AC's soft self! They happened to land by an alleyway by Juchin's shop, and AC, wheezing as she got them to her feet, shoved Ody into it.\n\"I see crates back there... Get on the roof and ... Have fun with your fireballs. I'll join you up t\n\nHere after defending this lovely tea shop!\"\nAC's whip slithered down to hang from her left hand, and after another long moment of catching her breath, rubbing a bruised knee, she snuck around the corner to help defend Juchin's shop! ... Well, or what's left of it...\n\"Hmmm...\"\n\nShe grinned, and dropped the whip\n\n\nAfter getting the mental affirmative as Ecki slithered back to the alleyway... AC stepped out where the dwarves attacking Juchin's teashop can see her\n\n\"Oh no! How dare you damage all this beautiful tea! You ... You Jerks!\" She then assailed them with several more creative and blye-streaky choice words and phrases..." }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "How odd to have spent some time walking around, next thing you know while you rested atop of a tree that some aggressive, pillaging Dwarves decided to attack the same town you visited. Elysain never gets a break where ever he goes, and takes a couple of seconds to wake himself up before situating his mentality in a combat focus. He jots down his thoughts first ...\n\nAlright, clearly the town's spiraling. These dwarves don't seem exactly coordinated in their attack, and it seems to be generalized. In that case, there's a lot of debris around here I can use ... And this town has a lot of paths. If I can make it more predictable for the others, they'll get a better chance.\n\nLifting his head up and swinging his leg over a branch, he drops down to the floor and quickly withdrew some hefty rocks from across the floor before proceeding to stalk along the alleyways of the town and around the darker crevasses, avoiding most of the flow of dwarves. There is, however, an occasion in which he was spotted and quickly proceeds eluding a pair of the brigands out into the dark; quickly dispatching them with quick and precise, decisive blows to their throats with the hefty rocks before rendering them unconscious. He'll be back for them later.\n\nFor now, he made it to the outskirts of the town. With that, he discovers some large, turned over wagons, barrels, crates and more that he can use to slowly begin makeshift building blockades to redirect and funnel the dwarves into. This also blocks off entire streets full of panicked residents he's ordered to defend themselves in the shadows in the meantime.\n\nHe leaves the main show up for the heroes ... Now that the dwarves are becoming predictable in their direction." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir had been able to stumble home, threading his way through throngs of overexcited dwarven youth. Yet even the streets towards the coast were spattered with dwarven hooligans.\n\nLir streaked down the roads, at one point shoving aside two angry dwarves attempting to block his path. One tumbled into the canal. He waved his arms as he sank, never screaming as the water slowly consumed him.\n\nAs he reached his cottage, Lir saw the blood pooled outside the open front door. Most of the windows shattered into pieces. The fencing around their property smashed in places. Half of one fence rail inexplicably missing.\n\nLir hurdled over the fractured fencing and shot into the house.\n\n\"Jathak!\" Lir howled. The crates next to the hearth had been upended, books sprawled all over the sitting-room. The yellow settee had been knocked over, and it was stained with blood, as was most of the floor.\n\n\"Wolf!\" Lir screamed, charging up the steps into their bedroom. The bedroom was untouched, so Lir leapt down, staring at the decimated table and chairs in the breakfast nook. Half of their shutters had been ripped from the walls, and nearly every one of their (very few) dishes now lay in bloodied shards on the kitchen floor.\n\nLir rushed to the barn and flung open the door.\n\nHe then immediately slammed it closed, clenching his jaw and inhaling deeply several times as he pressed his back against the outside wall.\n\nHe was fairly certain what he had seen had been a dwarf at some point.\n\nAfter several breaths, Lir ran into the barn, calling for both Jathak and Kyre. Neither were to be found, so Lir ripped off his tailcoat and waistcoat, to give himself at least a bit more freedom of movement, and seized his scimitars from the tackroom.\n\nKyre's bitless bridle and his saddle were gone. The shield was missing, as were two swords, the best of the crossbows, both pairs of snaplock pistols, and at least one quiver of bolts and bags of shot and gunpowder.\n\nLir could not follow the massive bloody hoofprints for terribly long, so he ran back towards the city centre.\n\nHis stomach knotted. They were dealing with a dwarven raid, and now, unbeknownst to everyone other than Lir, an extremely unhinged paladin who was panicked and lost and likely wanting to kill...\n\nAs he arrived back at the city centre, Lir studied the madness. Seeing that the injured Kiros had help from Ezra, Lir raced across the square towards AC and Ody, brandishing his scimitars." }, { "author": "Billa Stonebrow", "message": "Billa was near the cave's entrance, rocks and rubble had fallen in on her, luckily her head was hard and her will was stronger. She dragged herself to her feet and dusted herself off and when she moved towards the wall of the cave, drew in a deep breath and coughed multiple times, cleared her throat and spit out a large loogie of soot and cinder. \n\nAs her sister, Milla, approached Billa reached out her hand and waited for Mil to come near enough to feel her. \"Aye, sister.. Seems we had a cave-in, but I remember hearing an explosion right before. I was guarding the entrance.. \" She swung her head side-to-side, not remembering much after that. \"We have some men out there.\" \n\nBilla coughed again, loud and harsh and rubbed her arm around her nose and face. There was no light to see anything, not even the hand against her own face. \"Are the others Okay? We'll need to get them all to work.\" \n\n\"Hello?!\" The little blonde dwarf called out to the men outside the cave-in. \"The name's Billa! Billa Stonebrow! We're supposed to be at the spring festival in Miller Dale! Let them know we're on our way!\" \nThen turned to Milla. \"We're going to need a fire to see.. \" Deeper into the cave she hear the others scuffling towards them, spitting a few curses and kicking random rocks that dared lay on the ground in front of them." }, { "author": "Nerdrat Leadwrought", "message": "\"You heard 'im, grab the Mayor and his friends! We'll be taking them home today!\"\nThe dwarven warlock had been able to keep out of the fight so far, barking orders at various of his associates as they pillaged between the bouts of violence. A few key fighters had surfaced, of whom his men had been having clear trouble with... But for now, he opted for a more general approached. That sickly green lightning crackled in his hands once more, Nerdrat rushing forward and letting off a cacophony of sparks towards the opposing group, leaving those injured to their fate - his subordinates would get to them eventually." }, { "author": "Mayor Podrick Thistlefoot", "message": "While many tried to keep an eye on Miller Dale's little mayor, there were few creatures as nimble and able to disappear as halflings when the pressure was on, and while Podric was no longer a spring chicken, he was still quite mobil. Nothing quite like a band of raging dwarves to motivate him, either!\n\nWhile he saw several people trying to lure him this way or that, Podric instead kept on the move and as out of sight and reach of anyone who noticed him— friend or foe— all the while cheering on the resistance from afar. He was there to see the initial fights break out, and the... Other attempts to distract the dwarven invaders, but it was all snatched glimpses seen from between the bodies of others. \n\nFinally, once the smoke bomb was set off, he realized that it might make far better sense for him to get to someplace relatively safe until the sheriffs could return to help restore order, and began to make a quick path to escaping the square.\n\nHe might very well have made it, had not he tripped over someone else running away. When he rose back up to his feet, wiping his dirty, scuffed hands on his trousers, he found himself face-to-face with a group three of the dwarves who had been instructed by Khumras and Nerdrat to apprehend him. For a long moment that seemed to drag on forever, Podric and the dwarves stared at one another. He gulped audibly, then turned and started to run, only to be grabbed up by the dwarves and hoisted into the air amidst a chorus of rowdy laughter. \"H— Help!\" He yelped as he was suspended in the air, arms and legs flailing about. \n\nThe mayor was in trouble!" }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "A fleeting Halfling makes their way through the streets, and by some chance they were about to encounter a trio of dwarves who were ready to apprehend him given the chance by just around the corner. But fortunately; there is some luck on the quick footed mayor's side, as there is only one other person so far into the outskirts of the town, in the shadows between danger and relative safety.\n\nAs the halfling tripped, and was quick to his horror to see three dwarves apprehending him, hauling him from the streets afterwards, a lengthy and heavy rock came swirling out from the corner, crushing into the metal helm of one of the captors, rendering them unconscious on the spot. With shock and awe at his side, the closely tailing warrior, with their trusty one-sided blade by their opposing hand came in quick before the other men could deliberate what they have witnessed and quickly dispelled the second with a tricky strike at their nose by the pommel, causing them to drop the Mayor back down to the floor!\n\nThe second the other dwarf came down did Elysain finally meet an axe coming right down upon his face, which enacted a split-second weave backwards and a tear into his cloak, scratching his chest's skin superficially. After which, he faced the fallen Halfling and shouted at him,\n\n\"Run! There is a path behind me, it will lead you —\" Cut midway by yet another axe coming to swing across his legs, which he deliberately struck away with his sword and continued whilst struggling in the fight. \"— you to safety!\"\n\nWhile having now properly informed this unlucky soul of his potential escape; exactly the alley he cleared out and enacted his stealth attack from, the warrior quickly guides the blade into the dwarf's gut, just below their armor plating and rips it across. He dispels the attacker by quickly guiding a knee into them, thus dropping them into the floor with writhing pain. With this final enemy incapacitated, he lifted his blade up and acted as Podrick's over..." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The twins had begin to creep after the Mayor, still intending on aiding his escape... When he'd grabbed by the trio of dwarves!\nThe pair pressed back against a shop wall, and debate their options.\nHeidi muses,* \"It's long odds, us two against three well-armed and armored dwarves...\"\nHildi considers, \"But, we don't have to b eat them all, just disrupt them enough for the Mayor can get away again.\"\nHeidi nods, \"Then we can pull back, too. Ok! This sounds like a plan! Let me bolster you, then, we do the usual.\"\nHildi gives a long sigh, \"I charge in, while you fire from 'over there'?\"\nHeidi nods, and draws a ... Deck of cards? ... From her cloak. She rifles through them quickly, and chooses one, \"Here we go, the magic armor... Open wide!\"\nHildi pushes back her hood, revealing platinum blonde hair and extremely pale skin — an albino young lady — and opens her mouth, and Heidi starts to ... Place the card in her twin's mouth? When...\nThey startle and turn as a new contender appears! They watch as Elysain* Dispatches the trio of dwarves and makes his own effort to help the Mayor Flee.\nThey nod, Heidi sliding the selected card back into her deck, Hildi shrugging\nHeidi comments, \"We'd better still watch and see that he gets away. Back to the shadows...\"\nHildi nods, now replacing her hood, and they resume their slinking along after the Mayor. This might mean they have to slink past Elysain* To do it, but they won't speak up first. But, even enshrouded in dark cloaks, they defintely don't have the shape of dwarves." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros watched as more joined his side. He was tense at first till someone patched him up with some strange magic. He grunted his thanks before looking above the din and chaos. He tested the leg, stiff and still in pain, but holding. He nods his thanks again.He saw that the others have the dwarves near him. He pushed them slightly aside, forming into a wall with the others.\n\nHe grins a bit before looking to the others, \"Get ready... Gonna draw them here...\". He looks back out and spots the leaders, his crazy plan forming as he shouted out into the chaos in a battlefield voice, \"You BEARDLESS Cowards! Attacking civilians and looting! I bet you will never finish off the drinks you took! All this during a FESTIVAL!\" He brings his hammer up and points toward the one throwing off the sickly green lightning, \"You face me alone!\" He pushes a bit forward as he spoke the last line, kicking and swinging the hammer at any dwarf that got too close._" }, { "author": "anonymousraccoon_", "message": "It all happened so fast! One moment Odawyn was bowing to the crowd before her and the next POOF! The little gnome allowed herself to be dragged off, coughing along the way. Once they were a good distance from the mass she said, \"Wow! That was amazing!\"" }, { "author": "Milla Stonebrow", "message": "Milla breathed a sigh of relief upon locating her sister, but quickly refocused on the urgent situation at hand. Regardless of what triggered the explosion or landslide, their priority was to find a way out before the limited air supply ran out. She hollered out to the others trapped in the cave, ordering them to gather around. \"Gather here! Let's dig our way out and make a fire for light.\" As the group assembled, they assigned tasks - two individuals were responsible for building a fire and crafting makeshift torches, while the others began to clear away rocks and debris.\n\nAs the group settled into a steady rhythm, Milla's thoughts wandered to what could have caused this catastrophe. They journeyed on this path every year for the festival. An attack by goblins seemed unlikely since nothing appeared to have been stolen. Could it have been a failed attack? It seemed more plausible that their travels were intended to be disrupted, be it temporarily or permanently. Milla was determined to uncover the truth and seek revenge against those responsible." }, { "author": "Captain Gallane Drakar", "message": "The dwarves who had been caved in would work away at what they could, but eventually. A chunk of stone was toppled out of the way and serene light spilled into the darkness. Stones and pebbles showering down in that ray of brightness.. But they, were free. Looking into the red and exhausted face of Stooks, Gallane's second lieutenant.\n\n Meanwhile the captain was leading his men~ as quick as they could carry themselves despite being thoroughly run ragged today. Back to the Dale. \nThey would only have one brief moment of respite to make some semblance of strategy before what came next..\nThough now~ Gallane Drakar could not think of such things, only his boots clomping on the ground, bounding onwards. Each step urging the next to go faster, Further." }, { "author": "Mayor Podrick Thistlefoot", "message": "Saved by one of his good, upstanding citizens, Podric did not need to be told to keep running— as soon as he found himself back on the ground, his little legs were pedaling as fast as they could to get him moving the opposite direction. A squeaky \"Thank you citizen!\" Was quickly shared before he was off and away from the dwarves. \n\nPodric knew that it was his responsibility to keep himself safe: the citizens of Miller Dale needed him as the inspirational politician that he was, or... Well, they Would* Need him soon enough, when the fighting was over. He ran from the square, ducking and weaving between groups of people in the streets, until he reached his little combination house and office, adjacent to the city hall and lodge. Glancing around quickly to be sure there were none of those filthy Ironhammer dwarves around first, he pushed his way in through the front door and slammed the door shut, finally breathing a sigh of relief. \n\nHere he could be safe. Surely the Ironhammers wouldn't find him Here. It was almost as if he'd forgotten that his office was furnished with a beautifully lacquered sign in green and black that said quite clearly, Mayor's Office." }, { "author": "Billa Stonebrow", "message": "To all the dwarf's surprise, the rocks and giant boulder was moved before they had finished making plans. Billa squinted as the sun shone brightly into the cave, the other females also looked shocked but started woooping it up and cheering! They kicked and stepped over the rocks and debris that littered the cave floor still, until they made their way out of the den, giving the men hugs, slaps on the back and punches on the arm. \n\nThey were covered in dirt and dust from the rockslide, they didn't seem to mind - it was part of their life. Once they made sure no one was seriously hurt and Milla's cut on the head had been tended to, Billa explain what had happened and then Captain Gallane what was going on back in Miller Dale, it was clear this all was planned by Ironhammer dwarves!\n\nBIlla ordered a few of the women to go back to their clan, the Firebrands, and bring their men! The Ironhammers will finally get their due! \n\n\"Bring our men, more women! They WILL pay!\" The woman cheered, waving their axes, hammers, and fists! Billa and Milla yelled a war cry and lunged toward each other, headbutting the other and laughed heartedly! \n\n\"The rest of you, to the town! The men hear can fill us in on the way! \n\n\"Lead the way, Captain!\" The female dwarves were not dressed for battle, they had come for a festival, but rarely did that ever stop a dwarf. They had their weapons and were still a force to be reckoned with. The woman all fell in with the men and started back to Miller Dale." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "One of the dwarves rushing Kael managed to dodge the sword, but the other took the element full to the face. That dwarf fell, but the other lunged at Kael a second time. \n\nMeanwhile, the main group of dwarves surrounding Ezra, Kiros, Xa'el, and Ezrah was growing larger. The dwarves had shaken off their daze completely now, swords and axes and hammers swinging.\n\nOnce Kiros began kicking and swinging his warhammer, several dwarves went down, only to be replaced by other dwarves rushing into the fray, drawn by the centaur's taunt.\n\n\"Your mam was an insect!\" Someone shouted at Kiros.\n\nOne dwarf fell to Ezrah's sword, his cheek sliced open. Another fell to Ezra's blade, his face similarly ripped open. Dwarves began falling to Xa'el's fists, yelling in fear and confusion as their weapons simply sliced through the genie's body without damaging it.\n\nThe remaining dwarves attacking Juchin's tea stall pointed and laughed at AC and Ody. Juchin stood nearby, flinging whatever she could get her hands on at the dwarves and missing every time.\n\n\"Give us a kiss, darling!\" One of the dwarves yelled, running up to AC with outspread arms, his lips puckered. \n\nAnother had had enough of Juchin throwing things at them and rushed over and pushed the old woman down.\n\n\"Stop it, you!\" He snapped." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir was, for all his looks, hardly an exceptional fighter. As he raced across the square towards AC, Ody, and the group of dwarves accosting the tea stall, he drew the attention of several dwarves looking for an easy target. He managed to spin and dodge, slicing at the dwarves coming after him.\n\nLir only made the dwarves angrier by being difficult for them to hit and returning long but ultimately superficial cuts as he spun and weaved around them.\n\nUntil several things went disastrously wrong.\n\nAn unfortunately-timed spin put Nerdrat on his blind side, and a shock of green lightning struck Lir in his right shoulder. He yelled, and the scimitar clattered to the ground.\n\nThe distraction was enough for a dwarf to swing low and smash his warhammer into Lir's shin. Now Lir screamed as his leg was shattered, and stumbled backwards before falling. \n\n\"Thanks, Nerdrat!\" The dwarf turned and waved as his friends noted the seemingly-lone AC facing off with the dwarves by the tea stall and rushed off to \"Help\" Them defeat the sirine.\n\nA distraction for a distraction.\n\nLir had the presence of mind to kick the dwarf in the groin with his good leg as hard as he could.\n\nThe dwarf squealed, the warhammer slipping from his hands as he toppled forward.\n\nDirectly onto Lir.\n\nLir grunted as the dwarf thudded onto him.\n\n\"Thanks, Nerdrat,\" He grumbled." }, { "author": "Khumras Goldhammer", "message": "Khumras stalked through the Miller Dale streets, flanked by several of his dwarves. He kept an eye open for the halfling mayor and slid through the shadows... Perhaps not as silently as some, but quietly enough that frightened citizens running for their lives wouldn't notice him.\n\nNow, where might the mayor's office be, perhaps? City Hall?\n\nKhumras waved to his men, and they stalked through the city, looking for City Hall. An unusual group of dwarves, ones not rushing about or attacking or yelling or pillaging.\n\nJust silent. Calm. Seeking." }, { "author": "Sir Jathak Artudian", "message": "Into the square suddenly surged nearly a ton of already-bleeding-and-bloodied man-and-horseflesh. Kyre, the massive warhorse, had his head lowered and his ears pinned back. He opened his mouth, unleashing an infuriated equine shriek that pierced the air as his rider lowered, of all things, part of a fence railing he was using as a lance.\n\nAt a full gallop, they plowed directly over an unlucky group of dwarves. The railing lance went too low and splintered against the cobblestones, just missing a dwarf's head. Artudian let the wooden remains clatter to the ground. The wooden rail bounced a few times before settling.\n\nAnother dwarf unfortunately found his arm in Kyre's mouth, and he screamed as Kyre flung him high in the air.\n\nUnable to stop quickly, they simply smashed right through a banquet table, which did slow them a bit and caused Kyre to stumble as they disappeared down a street." }, { "author": "Ezrah, The Phantom", "message": "Ezrah's eyes scanned the chaotic scene before him, his mind quickly processing the dire situation. The dwarves were a fierce and sturdy group, and it was clear that his own band of fighters could not hope to defeat them all in time to save the mayor. But they could minimize the damage. Ezrah's sword sliced through the air with lightning-like precision, catching a dwarf off guard and leaving a cut on his face. The dwarf stumbled back, his bulbous nose feeling the sting of Ezrah's blade.\n\nIn that brief moment, Ezrah's eyes darted around, seeking out the mayor. He had glimpsed the figure earlier, before the chaos had erupted, and now he knew that finding him was crucial. He spotted the mayor, some twenty meters away at the other end of the square, running straight ahead, though he could turn into an alley at any moment. The mayor's safety was their top priority.\n\n\"We must protect the mayor!\" Ezrah bellowed to his comrades, pointing in the direction the mayor had disappeared. But the dwarves still surrounded them, blocking their path. If they were to reach the mayor in time, they had to cut a swathe through the barricade of dwarves together.\n\nEzrah's sword glinted in the dim light as he charged towards the dwarves, Hoping the others would follow. He knew that the dwarves were skilled fighters, but they were not as agile as he was, and he was determined to use that to his advantage. He sprinted towards a dwarf holding a hammer, using his momentum to launch himself into the air. In that moment, he was like an archangel descending from heaven, his sword extended towards the dwarf. The dwarf swung his hammer with all his might, but it was no match for Ezrah's longer reach.\n\nEzrah's sword cut through the air like a razor, aimed directly at the dwarf's heart. The dwarf managed to dodge at the last second, but not without losing his balance. Ezrah's sword missed its target, but it gave him the opening he needed to Push past the barricade of dwarves towards the mayor.\n\nThe way ahead was still treacherous, but Ezrah felt a renewed sense of determination. He knew that their mission was far from over, but he was ready to face whatever lay ahead, with his sword at his side and his eyes fixed on the goal of protecting the mayor, he sprinted across the square." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The twins were torn as they watched the Mayor vanish into the crowd. They knew they should try to tail him, but he was so small and quick. As, while they were above average in the Way of the Sneaky, as they and their friends sometimes called it, but that guy was quick. So, while they could try to trail the Mayor, what if they lost him? Then, they'd be lost in a city they don't yet know well, and far-separated from AC.\n\n*And then! ... So many things happened in quick succession to rattle them even more...\n\nFirst, they saw AC's smoke bomb and shimmering appearance near what ... Seemed to be a tea shop, where their golden-amber friend confronted some dwarves that were — the cloaked pair glowered — tormenting an old woman. Seeing their comrade was outnumbered, they muttered to each other about whether to go help her instead of trailing the Mayor.\n\nBut moments later, they spied the reappearing Lir, and ...* \"Oh my,\" They muttered together, watching him take the blows, the cuts... And they winced together as he got blasted by the Nerdy Rat...\n\nAnd to add even more to consider\n\nTheir sharp eyes glimpsed the dwarf that they had pegged perhaps as the leader... Khumras* ... And a small party slinking away... Oddly quiet...\n\n\"So suspicious...\" They muttered together to each other.\n\nThey set to conferring.\n\nAfter some muttering together, they head towards AC. They decide to help her, then point her back towards Lir, then once the trio helps Lir, ... They'll suggest going after the Mayor! While they don't really know where he'd go, they bet there's some City treasures He would want to protect at all cost, so, wherever the Mayor works, like a city hall, they'd bet on there.\n\nWell, unless he's an abject coward, in which case, he'd be headed to his own home to gather his own loot and flee... But they're just barely optimistic enough to bet on the City Hall first.\n\nOn their sneaking way to help AC, they briefly pause to gape as ... Sir Jathak Rides through! They\n\nSideglance at each other once more, then proceed onward to AC..." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC was about to do Very Bad Things to these dwarves — more-so that \|\|bleeeeep!\|\| that pushed the old woman, than the one who wants to play kissy-face... AC sure hoped Juchin was ok, and didn't crack a hip! If Juchin was hurt, then she'd have to do even more Bad Things to these guys, whether that one dwarf was cute, or not!\n\n... But, her plottings and schemings are set to recalculation by the commotion out in the courtyard behind her...\n\nShe glances back long enouugh to not take her eyes offa kissy-face-dwarf for more than a second...\n\n\"Aw crap, Lir...\"\n\nAC had to admit, she had hoped that Lir had, indeed, made his escape, and gone to check on Jathak. Well, seemed not. Why had he come back? Very brave of him, sure, but now look...\n\nCrap, she had to decide, fast.\n\nShe glanced back at Juchin and these dwarves...\n\nThen back again ... Now Lir was getting beaten down, and ... Her eyes widened as it appeared she was about to get more company, herself!\n\n\"Well, \|\|bleeeeeeep\|\|...\"\n\nIt was Snap-decision time! Her original plan would just have to be modified!\nShe sure hoped Ody was in position...\nShe was sure Ecki was, and knew what to do...\n\nShe dodged the charging-in kissy-face dwarf, patted his shoulder and grinned cheekily,* \"Maybe later, big guy, if you behave! Unlike your friend, there!\"\nThen, she hollered at the dwarf who pushed poor ol' Juchin,\n\n\"Hey, you! So brave, aren't ya, pushin' around an old lady! Ohhh, what a braaave warrior! C'mon! Come pick on me! I'm more your size, and probably twice as strong! Let's go! I'll shave off your beard and glue it to your butt! I bet it'll look better! Your buddies won't know the difference, I bet! Or maybe they'll mistake you for your mom! Come ooon!\"\n\nWhile the dwarf who had chased AC guffawed at the old-lady-pusher, that latter august warrior growled at AC, and indeed came at 'er! ... And so did his buddy, who was way faster than AC anticipated! He swung his rather large mace at her! AC had been busy spinning around\n\nMr Kissy-face, so couldn't dodge them both!\n\n\"G'ah! Hey now, no bruising the merchandise!\"\n\nAC got past them, with Mr Kissy-face growling at the one who had hit her,\n\"Oy! That be me future wife ye be hittin', ye bastard!\" And as AC stumbling and almost falling, but flees, managing to keep her feet under her, Mr Kissy-face pushes Mr Mace!.\n\nShe took deep breaths to resist the pain in her thunked shoulder and ran like heck for the alley!\n\n... Especially noting the the dwarves that had peeled off from Lir and were not Coming right for her ... And were almost here!*\n\n\"Well, \|\|more bleeps\|\|!!!\"\n\nAC yelled upward as she paused by the alley mouth she'd set Ody and Ecki in moments ago,* \"You better be ready up there with fireballs! I'm lining them up for you!\"\n\nShe turned back at the ... Way* Too many dwarves coming at her,\n\n\"Now now, boys, I know I'm cute, but really! One at a time! ... I'll shave your beards one at a time!\" Giggling, she ran into the alley... And after AC passed, Ecki lifted herself up from the dirt where she spanned the perhaps 10'-at-most-wide alleyway... To make a Great Trip-wire!\n\nThe first few dwarves were running too fast after AC... And down they went, tumbling atop each other, then as Ecki slides free and snakes her way after AC, one or two more trip over the first two dwarves! A few more bunch up behind their tripped-up buddies and holler after AC, who's now Laughing her butt off...\n\n... Which she ceases doing as those dwarves behind their down and entangled buddies Use Those buddies as a platform to work on aiming crossbows at her! As she retrieves AC, she calls up again,* \n\n\"Ody, where the heck are you!\"\n\nShe grumbles, then begins keening a musical tone... Golden shimmers briefly form before her, and she hops Toward* The dwarves...\n\nAnd vanishes, replaced by a gout of glittering water that blasts at the bunched up dwarves with a high-pressure blast! As the water bursts hard over the ... Perhaps half-dozen or so dwarves, AC reappears behind them...\n\nAnd tumbles down from about 5' above the ground, as once again, it was hard to aim well when she couldn't see overly well past those plugging up the mouth of the alley. She keeps her feet, but was promptly knocked back off them by the blow of a warhammer to her side as another dwarf swings hard at her, as there's still a few that hadn't gathered at the mouth of the alley, so no getting a free shower for them!\n\nAC rolls to the ground, cursing rather vociferously, the wind knocked out of her. The blow wasn't bone-shattering, as the dwarf swung hurriedly, but it sure sent AC sprawling!" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The twins curse as well, spotting AC's predicament! Now they certainly had to save Lir, but her as well!\n\n\"Open wide...\" Heidi shoved a card into Hildi's mouth, then they both dropped back their hoods, Heidi placing her cards back in her cloak and drawing forth and arming up a hand-crossbow, while Hildi brought forth a pair of fighting sticks that looked like some hybrid of tonfa with a mace. The magic of Heidi's card shimmering over Hildi, the pair moved in to 'convince' the dwarves to leave AC along!\n\nHildi charged in, swinging at the hammer-bearing dwarf, while Heidi fires a bolt into him, striking his arm, then Hildi's blows convince him to drop the hammer as he stumbles back ... Too bad there's another dwarf there to brandish his mace at the pair!" }, { "author": "anonymousraccoon_", "message": "Odawyn had gotten up onto the roof with help from AC's handy belt! She'd just gotten her footing when she saw AC be knocked back and her face scrunched up with anger \"Hey, you big dumb lugs!\" She yelled, her little voice not carrying very far. Well, she knew something that would, a swirl of her staff and WHOOSH\n\nA big fireball flew down from the sky (seemingly, but really the roof) in hopes of catching those dwarves that were harming her buddy! \"AC!\" She yelled \"Are you okay?\" Should she make another one? Maybe just burn Miller Dale to the ground?" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew was so tired, he didn't rightly know what was going on, only thing he knew was that he was making it back. Hopefully the town was well.\n\nHe glanced beside him, dwarves joined into the group on the way back it looked like. More so, the dwarves who were supposed to be here, carrying weapons and laughing about it. He looked ahead, he must be hallucinating from how tired he was. Sweat dripped off him profusely as he marched back with the rest. He was so, so tired. His eyes went down to the ground. He hopped to make it back soon, he truely hoped so." }, { "author": "Xa'el", "message": "Xa'el had a sense of camaraderie for the few who partook in violence with him. A feeling those who have fought and died besides brothers in arms only knew. He did not know the swordsman's name. Nor did he care, he didn't have time for such frivolity. \n An axe belonging to a rather nasty looking dwarf cleaved the air. Swinging downwards in an arc to lop off Xa'els arm.\n If his timing was off even a bit, the man would suffer the consequences. He was unarmed~ as preferred. His fore arm blurred into a vaporous white cloud as the axe hit home. It continued swinging without any resistance and Xa'el met the dwarf's eyes as surprise set in, before loosingn a terrible grin and using that opportunity to take ahold of his beard and put several repeated loving fists into his face with his free hand that... Well it floated sort of, only connected to Xa'el by a small puffy line of smoke to his shoulder.\n\n He released his grip on the beard and the stout one slumped to the ground, his face broken, and bloodied. \n\n There was no time to sit and admire, the swordsman lad was taking on several opponents at once, and surely Xa'el was just getting started. He let out a chuckle as he held his palm facing outwards. Smoke billowed out and surged forward. It lurched around Ezrah before stopping and hanging about dwarf head height where their assailants grouped up. Adding to the confusion and chaos, making some wheeze and cough.. Looking to find true air for their lungs." }, { "author": "Nerdrat Leadwrought", "message": "\"Kehahah! A centaur eh? Bring it, then! Stand back, Darbad. I'll take this one.\"\nNerdrat sauntered forward at this provocation, baring a wicked grin as smoke trailed from his hands after his last discharge of magic. His eyes glanced to Lir, sneering at him before rushing forwards again - purplish energy roiling between his hands.\n\"Eldritch Blast! And three more!\"\nAlmost punching the bolts towards Kiros, the grizzled dwarf let loose his magic all at once; almost stumbling back from the force of the projectiles. As he recovered, he cursed aloud once he realised the mayor had escaped the clutches of their men. Their enemies were beginning to regroup, and seemed more organised than he'd like...\n\"Where's Khumras!? The rat's stalked off again, hasn't he? Damn! Grab what you can, I'm making plans...\"" }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "Having found a decently hidden position to watch from, the marksman had found the entire situation infuriating from the beginning. Nerdrat and his accomplices were not only malicious fools, they'd ended up hurting innocents. If this was supposed to be an occupation, this was pitiful... Amongst the chaos, some of the Ironhammer dwarves would find well-placed bolts sinking into their armour joints, enough to catch them off-guard and allow the others to push an advantage." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros was tiring at this point, lathered sweat was forming on his horse half. He fought off a few more dwarves before his gaze snaps to the one he called out. His eyes widen in shock, a splash of adrenaline, he dodges the first, brings his hammer to intercept the second... Which wasn't entirely a bad maneuver, as the hammer took the blow... Out of his hands. He watches it fly off in surprise before... THUD! The third one impacts him in the left shoulder, bringing him to reel back a bit. The last and final one, mindless, yet as devious as the swarf that fired it, struck him where his two halves merge.\n\nKiros's skin, what could be seen, goes stark white, as he stumbles back, in serious pain now, his breathing coming out a bit ragged. \"Owww...\" He wheezes out. He stumbles a bit... Before looking to the others, \"Alone... Didn't work...\" He sighs a bit as he looks about for his hammer, as now, he is without a weapon in his hands._" }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "Seems everyone else was busy in the meantime. Elysain had already retreated into the shadows for now and continued his solo operation in hunting down survivors in the streets. With his bloodied sword in hand and a light, grazing cut against his chest singing minor pain with each flexion of moving muscle, he continued with strain to capture runaways and redirect them to safer pockets of which he makeshift crafted for their survivability. Multiple ran along by, and many he carefully instructed in the passing, critical minutes.\n\nHowever, as he made his way over, he spotted a single, armed dwarf with their bloodied axeblade standing over multiple fallen civilians, his blood quickly boiled and he assumed a semi-squatted position behind the warrior. With his careful stealth and ingenuity using darkness to his cover, he rose the blade high and quickly ripped it across the unprotected nape of the scoundrel, causing a gasp to escape from his victim. Unfortunately for the dwarf, the blade penetrated into the bone and soon weaved their fate to bleed on the floor without motor control from the neck down.\n\nElysain carefully flicked the sword inward and was ready to sheathe until ... He looked down at the pile. There were two, blue Eyes* Meeting back at him with a lacking glint of life within them. Bronze hair flowed down to the shoulders, and a hand reaching back up to him. He knows this girl from somewhere, but such impossibility is too high to be accounted for. That's until he heard the voice speak to him.\n\nHis heart raced. His every conceived thought halted.\n\n... Ely, why are you running away again?\nPlease, don't leave me.\nDon't leave me. Don't leave me again. Don't leave me with mother.\n\nIn that moment, the coordination in his hands withered to an extreme, violent shake. The sound of his environment is suppressed. He can only hear the racing of his heartbeat in echo, the extraordinary frightening screams in the faint distance of victims of the raid, and his inn\n\nEr voice to let go. In that moment, he turned and his phantasms continued with him. With his mind in a confluence of both equaled rage and terror, he lost his grip on himself and lets his weakness take over. Sweat beads down his face as he took up the bloodied axe of the dwarf, hearing only the irritable heartbeat in his ears again. He needed to escape again. He needed to flee!\n\nElysain Soul Has become bloodthirsted for the raiders, his vision of the race of dwarves becoming but shadows of his pasts that he must cleanse to escape this false reality. Becoming a quickly fading warrior of hope, and now a phantom of terror, the temporarily crazed warrior lets out a shrill scream which overtakes every other in the town; but his own was Haunting In comparison, as it's not to fall into fear, but to Cause It. He loses himself in the moment, and goes to work hunting his soon-to-be casualties in his path of rightful vengeance. Any raider that stands in his way will be terrified by those bloodthirsty eyes of his, and wicked, maddened state of appearance and condition ..." }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "Ezra looks around trying to find confidence in his own mind. Before he knew it a dwarf tried to strike again. He couldn't make time and now was angry. He ran into the middle trying to kill every single one of them. Spinning his two katanas he hitted a few as a few hitted him. In a second he made an opening into the attack of the dwarfs but needed to get out as well. \"Kale!\" He called out without info hoping Kale understood. He held point as he saw some fireballs flying here and there. He called out to the rest as well. \"Push now!\" As he putted pressure on the attack. With some stumbling Ezra kept fighting. His ability caring for the little cuts. With every swing the weight of the katana was a bit much as his arms got sore and he himself got tired." }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "He noticed the calls. \"Yep!\" Kale did some movements as those were important. He turned to Ezra and made a little fire wall due to a ball getting kinda sliced into a cylinder by Kale's Katana. When covered Ezra he turned to the rest of the platoon searching for ways to support. It was okay to attack. He heard a faint \"Push!\" And went for it as well sending two balls to make room for his approach at two little dwarfs. Kale was less tired then Ezra considering the lack of movement. C'mon! He thought to himself wanting to win his battle." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "Once Ody's flames were clear, the twins hurried over to AC, Heidi helping up the petite golden-haired one while Hildi stood guard with her fighting sticks in hand. Most of the dwarves are down, with one more dwarf checking his comrades in arms. Noting Hildi's eyes on him, he considered trying his luck, but as Heidi noted his eyes and, looking up from AC, trained her hand-crossbow on him as well, and AC lifted her whip too as she shambled to her feet, he decided that the odds are not looking good... And he backed off!\n\nHeidi helped AC to her feet, \"We should get you to an alley or something, check and make sure no ribs are cracked.\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC stumbled to her feet with Heidi's help, holding her side, Ody's fireballs having scattered their opponents like bowling pins! She brandished her whip though, still, eyeing the fleeing last dwarf. She glanced back over towards Juchin's shop, noticing that the dwarves that had been 'cleared out' with her water blast seem to have moved on as well. Either they'd joined this crew, or gallumphed elsewhere ... For now.\n\"Yeah, quick, over there. We can check on Juchen after you check my ribs. We have to help look for those leaders. That's probably the best way to end all this. The warlock, the one who Seemed To want to be nice to me, and there was a third one who those two talked to, he might be another leader of this invasion. But, we better link up with others who have been trying to resist them. None of us three are really equipped to mess with well-armed and armored warriors, at least not when they're in parties that outnumber us!\"" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "Nodding to AC's words, the pale twins didn't waste more time, and helped their friend to the chosen alley, and sat her on the rain barrels and crates therein and Heidi poked and prodded at her ribs, noting the winces, gasps of pain, or lack thereof while Hildi stood guard near the alley mouth. While Heidi worked on AC, the amber street performer sent Ecki slither-floating up to the roof to check on Ody!\n\n\"You seem to have gotten lucky. You're breathing fine?\"\nAs AC cautiously nodded, Heidi continues, \"Well, yeah, the muscles will be sore, too, but I don't think your ribs were more than banged badly. He must have swung too much in a hurry to get Too Much force behind it. I'd say take it easy, but we're not out of this yet, I know. But, after all this, Then Take it easy.\"\n\nHeidi mumbles prayers as she lays her hands on AC's side. Cool, blueigh-white light washes over AC's side, Heidi taking a deep breath as the divine energy washes forth." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "\"Thanks, Heidi! We better get out there. I'm sure my water blast or Ody's fireballs didn't really kill anyone, just knocked them around, scorched them, and so on.\"\n\nThe trio peered forth from the alleyway, some of the dwarves laying at the site of the fireballs ... Well, a few weren't moving,\n\n\"Well, maybe a Few Got killed... But where did the others go?\"\n\n*But then\n\n\"Look,\" AC narrowed her eyes,* \"It's the one who shot magic at my butt... He's still around... I owe him!\"\n\nThe Hoffs cautioned her, but she just glanced around calculatingly, plottingly, \n\nShe speaks low, \"We have to sneak up on him and surround him, yeah. I bet he won't play around, this time... We'd best not, either.. We'll triangulate on him.\"\n\nAfter a long couple moments, Ecki rejoined AC, Heidi will shove another card into Hildi's mouth to refresh her magic armor, and the three young ladies worked on spreading out to get around Nerdy Rat, sticking to the shadows for now especially as, yeah, the Centaur (Kiros)* Trots up to confront Nerdy Rat! Noting this, and how horribly the centaur warrior's first effort fails miserably, but the three girls seek to surround Nerdy Rat, Heidi behind him, Hildi to his left, and AC to his right, staying in the shadows as long as possible before stepping out.\n\nAC sighs, she had been hoping she and the Hoffs had a bit more of a breather, but the centaur was in bad shape, she and her friends had to help him!\n\nNoting how the Centaur (Kiros) Looked in bad shape, Heidi would angle closer to him, planning on checking his wounds and using him as cover to fire from with her hand-crossbow. If she can heal him relatively quickly, she'll plan on laying hands on him for healing, but if his wounds are too extensive, she'd try to cinvince him to escape, the ladies covering him then fleeing as well once he was clear.\n\nAC and Hildi maneuver to triangulate on Heidi's adjusted placement, then with a grim, determined look on her face, AC called out to Nerdy Rat,\n\nThe ladies stepping out of cover to try to give Kiros a chance to recover or flee!\n\n\"Hey! You! So big and brave, I know! Why don't you come over here, I'll pluck each little whisker from your chinny-chin-chin!\" She'll brandish her whip, which sparks with sparks of energy, and she begins to keen a surreal, musical tone... Heidi, if she succeeded on getting to Kiros would use him for cover to fire from, and if Nerdrat looked back to AC as planned, Hildi would be ready to rush him!\n\nOdy, while Ecki was up there to confer with her, and also would have noted Kiros' Failed effort to confront Nerdy Rat 1-on-1, has a strong hunch AC would want Ody to shoot at the dwarven warlock as well, so would request of her to do so, reminding her to just be careful to not accidently hit AC or the Hoffs. She'll try to bolster the gnomish pyro's confidence before rejoining AC for their maneuvers!" }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "While others pair up and quickly plot while in the midst of chaos, or outside of it, the solo warrior continues his carnage through the alleys of the streets. Relying mostly on the shadows dancing around the flames, most traversing groups of dwarves, too unaware of their surroundings while scavenging desolate areas for poor townspeople, would be met with the exposed portions of their armor by their backs completely torn into by a shade blade, rendered immobile on the floor from blows on the knees and sundering pain. Elysain ends their suffering promptly after with a precise drilling into their throats with his single sword, before proceeding onto his next targets.\n\nThis became a speedy and methodical plan of attacking for the three squads he encountered, until he was quickly chasing one escaping dwarf out into the middle of the streets where many other pillagers were quick to spot him mercilessly ramming the axehead into the back of the helmet of the poor stooge, who quickly fell as he had appeared with his helmet torn into two, along with his rear cranium. Having garnered attention from many of the raiders, they were bold enough to dash at him in a swarm semi-encircling him from behind.\n\nThough this was paused when they all came close to eight or nine feet to him, lifting their assorted shields, axes, mauls and other weapons in his direction. He turns over to stare down upon the group of dwarves with wild, wide eyes and blood staining his neck up to his lower eyelids. This eerie sensation of serenity, the unequivocal calm emanating off this feral fighter who stood before them, it was as if observing a demon in the skin of a sickly young man. He spoke a few words to those who would be ready to oppose him in the coming seconds.\n\n\"... I see wickedness in your souls. There is no cleansing you.\"* Slow words of judgment.\n\"You can call me Soul.\" He stated, lifting the blade by the pommel up as he progressed into a two-handed, middle stance with the dwarves. \"And I will clean your burdens.\"\n\nWhat transpired was much of a blur to those who witnessed, and survived. It was said that a single dwarf from the group of nine came to rush forward at him, delivering a low chop for his ankle, only to be met with the same foot he intended to strike lift up and stomp into the aggressor's nose, planting him back as the rest came altogether in an attempt to plunge him back against a tilted wagon behind the pale man. However, much to a surprise, the warrior's blade began to Chime with a golden light As he was backed up, lifting the blade up to his shoulder as he proceeded into a unique, low guard only known to swordsmen as the \"Tail guard\", before promptly swinging the blade across all forward blades in a great clash!\n\nThe weapons and shields were ripped from the hands of the dwarves with brilliant gold lights tailing behind the crusader's blade, the blades having clashed against one another and the wood of the shields splintered against the forearms of mighty, sturdy dwarves. In that moment of shock and awe, the hesitation from the many did the bloodied warrior who demonstrated a beautiful ability now savagely maimed one defenseless dwarf after another, plunging one sword into a face, a tear and a quick swipe to a still-standing companion beside them. The seven other dwarves were quick to flee afterwards along the main street, only three having fled with their lives, as the rest were quickly dashed upon and hunted down. Executed from their backsides, the cutthroat actions of the warrior exhausts his muscles and sores his throat from long breaths. He could no longer extend his blade against the remaining three who fearfully ran without a break to catch.\n\nOnly when he lost ...\n\nThe vigor did he feel a wound from his hip, as revealed one spiked tip from an axe of an invader managed to pierce his muscle slightly before his attack. He grunts roughly and bit down on his lip before collapsing to a knee, taking this moment to recuperate from overexertion while the streets remain clear temporarily before more invaders come in retaliation, or to warn others. Blood dribbles down the left side of his hip down his thigh, which he cups carefully.\n\nI need to be more careful ... I can't go after big groups like that again. I didn't think I had to rely on the strike.\n[1/2 HOLY STRIKES USED]\n\nHis final thoughts before looking around himself to see if there were more survivors, now that his daze and delusions were over." }, { "author": "anonymousraccoon_", "message": "Ody was watching from above, a rare sight indeed. She looked over to the whip as it floated its way up to her. \"Yes, yes I see him\" She responded. Unfortunately, Ody wasn't an expert at fireballs so she might unintentionally hit others. She conjured up a fireball that only got bigger and bigger as she aimed at Nerdy Rat and then WHOOSH!\n\n\"Watch out below!\" She called in her little voice as the fireball encroached upon the dwarf and all who were near him" }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "After lifting himself up and placing a hand over his wounded hip, the crowd of dwarves who were soon coming for him were immediately set ablaze, but not before he heard the callout and quickly tossed the expendable cloak of his over his head and knelt down to let the fire and shock wash above him. After the explosion rung away and deducing the area safe, he glances up and gave a curt smile, soon calling out.\n\n\"Thank you!\" Glad to have someone on his side in this. His hope rekindled and he proceeds on heading into an alleyway veiled in dark for temporary cover. He strips untainted cloth from a deceased dwarf and used it to dress his wounds temporarily for now. He tightens it carefully to allow for comfort in movement." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "As Ezrah lurched past the band of dwarves, several went down with nasty slashes to their faces. And as Ezrah ran towards where he had last seen the mayor, nearly a dozen dwarves chased him. Half, though, stopped at seeing the bodies of their brethren lying lifeless in the square, trampled or shot or cut down. Others, though, gathered their courage and pursued Ezrah. Others noted him and charged, trying to flank him.\n\nJuchin was on the ground, moaning after the dwarf had knocked her to the ground. As Kissy-face Dwarf and Mace- dwarf came to blows with each other over AC, the others pursued her, tripped over Ecki, and were doused with water as AC teleported behind them.\n\nKissy-face Dwarf and Mace-dwarf ceased fighting with each other to both charge at AC, axes raised. \n\nThen they all turned their attention to the twins and charged the two young women. The dwarf hit by the bolt stumbled back, roaring, but others took his place, charging towards the Hoff twins. Feeling compelled to attack the twins, the remaining dwarves screamed and lunged for the two young women!\n\nJust as they did so, however, Odawyn's fireball struck them. Many of the dwarves fell right there. A few ran away, aflame, screaming. Two of the dwarves dashed into the square, howling with pain as their clothes and hair and beards burnt.\n\nIn the square, a dwarf slid lifeless to the ground from Xa'el's pummeling. The dwarves closest to Ezra began coughing as the genie's smoke seeped into their eyes and burned their nostrils. The dwarves around Ezra and Kiros began backing up, trying to escape the smoke.\n\nDozens of dwarves still raced around the square. Many of them began lashing out at everyone they saw, even comrades, especially as bolts began striking them down. A few dwarves homed in on where the bolts were coming from, and they began running in Gitroki's direction.\n\nA cheer went up from the dwarves as Nerdrat's blasts ripped Kiros's hammer free and then struck him hard enough to wind him. One dwarf seized Kiros's warhammer, cackling, and swung it at the centaur.\n\nThe dwarves began a chant.\n\n\"NERDRAT! NERDRAT! NERDRAT LEADWROUGHT! NERDRAT! NERDRAT! NERDRAT LEADWROUGHT!\"\n\nThen came Kale's firewall protecting Ezra, even as dwarves fell before the lupine knight. The mass of dwarves surrounding Kiros and Ezra finally began to thin...\n\n...Only as more dwarves began returning to the square from other parts of the Dale, either laden with stolen goods or angry at their inability to obtain them. Some yelled and charged into the fray, some simply fled with their ill-gotten gains.\n\nDwarves turned to AC as she taunted Nerdrat. More dwarves rushed towards her, brandishing weapons and wicked smiles." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir gritted his teeth and shoved the still-squealing dwarf off of his body, then kicked him in the head several times. The dwarf stopped squealing.\n\nMoaning, Lir managed to drag himself under a nearby banquet table, pulling his scimitars with him and streaking blood onto the cobblestones.\n\nHis heart sank as the hoofbeats thundered across the square. Artudian would, at this point, be nigh uncontrollable.\n\nLir squirmed out of his belt and wrapped it tightly around his thigh to stanch the flow of blood from his broken leg.\n\nAs the fence railing clattered to the ground near him, Lir mumbled, \"So That's Where the rest of the fence went.\"\n\nPain flooded through him, but he saw others congregating and facing off with Nerdrat.\n\nLir decided to gamble, especially as he heard hoofbeats in the distance coming closer.\n\nWith two daggers left, Lir hurled one at Nerdrat's back." }, { "author": "Sir Jathak Artudian", "message": "Artudian and Kyre rushed back into the square. Kyre, his head still fairly low, had gone into a fast passage: each hoof rising high and then striking the ground hard in a fast and vicious trot.\n\nKyre had dropped his head because of the dwarven beard he had in his mouth. That beard was still attached to its screaming owner, a dwarf who was waving his arms and legs about as Kyre dragged him over the cobblestones around the square, occasionally kicking his flailing body.\n\nArtudian had grabbed the shield he had affixed to Kyre's saddle and drawn the most dangerous weapon he had holstered.\n\nAs they approached the centre of the square behind Nerdrat, Kyre dropped the screeching dwarf, and Artudian raised his shield. Then his left hand, with the weapon in it pointed at Nerdrat.\n\nA soft Click.\n\nThen, from the mounted team, an explosion as Artudian fired the pistol at Nerdrat.\n\nThe shot missed Nerdrat; it went wide and short. It hit a cobblestone, bounced off, and rolled away harmlessly without injuring anyone.\n\nWhat the shot did accomplish, though, was to make a loud and foreign and frightening noise intended to shock and scare everyone on the field, as well as produce a small fiery explosion. Smoke veiled Artudian and Kyre as Artudian kept his shield up but lowered the still-smoking pistol.\n\nThen they started cantering around the square, streaming smoke, as dwarves began chasing them." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "Outside of the square, dwarves began fleeing in terror from Elysain's bloodthirsty rampage. Even the civilians trapped by the raid screamed and fled from him, terrified that they would fall under his sword. Several even scattered towards the square, the most dangerous part of the city, crying that their lives might not end this day. \n\nAs Elysain's bloodlust dissolved, and he knelt in the alleyway tending to his injured hip after Odawyn's fireball had cleared a path for him, a young woman ran towards him, screaming.\n\n\"Saby! Saby, where are you? Help! Help! I want to go home!\" \n\nThis young woman was a terrified Miss Fleurie Seavers, and, seeing Elysain, she ran at him, her arms outstretched and her hands trying to clutch him out of pure terror.\n\n\"What's happening? What's happening?\" Miss Seavers cried at Elysain. \"Please don't leave me alone!\" She howled." }, { "author": "Khumras Goldhammer", "message": "As Khumras and his fellows slunk towards the city centre, they came across a pretty building bearing a sign that read \"Mayor's Office.\"\n\nNo dwarf said a word as Khumras reached for the doorknob and twisted it. Slowly he pressed the door open, leading first with the tip of his shortsword as the four dwarves with him now stood around him, blocking him from view.\n\nKhumras said nothing as he and one other dwarf slunk into the mayor's office and quietly closed the door behind them.\n\nOnly after the dwarfs outside had dispersed, but remained in the general area, did Khumras shoot a sickening smile at the halfling.\n\n\"Happy Spring Dawning,\" Khumras hissed at Mayor Thistlefoot. He nodded to his companion. \"Let's get him to sleep for a while. He needs his rest after such a big day, after all.\"\n\nThe second dwarf stepped forward, swinging a club at the halfling's head whilst Khumras stood guard in front of the door." }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "His consciousness was no longer waning from pain as he heard the calls of a young woman. Lifting his head and placing a step out of the dark alleyway, he opens an arm carefully for her to clutch onto and soon took a second to comprehend what she was asking of him. After that, he responds with a slow pacing of tone to assist in the woman's clearly hysteric state.\n\n\"Breathe, breathe.\" He advised,\n\"There's an attack from some dwarves — now please listen to me. It's not safe going through these streets.\" He uses his formal and precise tone, while still in minor pain from the hip up. \"You're gonna go through these dark streets like the one I'm in right now. You'll find no dangerous dwarves through there, okay?\" Now giving her a loose layout and instruction to increase her survivability odds.\n\n\"That said, is there __anything__ you need?\" After all that explanation, he seeks a way to assist the desperate young woman in her time of need. As he spoke, he looks about the once dangerously flooded streets to see them now filtering out the raiders. In fact, he can observe a lot of them retreating, absconding from the horror that was himself.\n\n... Did I do that? He asked himself. What have I done?\n\nHis hand was not tense on the woman if she grasped onto him, he only gave a reassuring hold on her forearm at most if such a case were made. Now that he is no longer suffering from the maddening state of his curse, he can focus less on retribution and more on protection; which also aids in his appearance, despite being dirtied with ash and soot and dried blood, no longer sports a crazed look in his eyes or a face and mannerism of that belonging to a wildling. He was much more easy-going from an initial glance now." }, { "author": "Ezrah, The Phantom", "message": "As Ezrah extricated himself from the encircling clutches of the dwarven assailants, a disheartening realization dawned upon him. His comrades, valiant as they were, remained embroiled in the skirmish, unable to break free in time to ensure the mayor's safety. Without hesitation, he propelled himself forward, his sinewy form propelled by a combination of speed and grace, eschewing conflict to conserve precious moments. Yet, in his rapid traverse, there were occasions where the swiftness of his blade intersected the air with a ferocious swish, reducing a dwarf or two to insignificance. Nevertheless, such actions were executed in passing, for he maintained an unwavering momentum.\n\nNavigating the labyrinthine streets, he raced towards the narrow avenue into which the mayor had fled. The cacophony of clashing metal and echoing clamor gradually receded, relegated to a subdued symphony that meandered through distant alleys. However, amidst this diminished orchestra, he discerned the faint but persistent footfalls of pursuers, stealthily trailing his every step. With a swift motion, he turned his head to ascertain whether his companions trailed behind, only to be confronted by the unwelcome sight of grim-faced dwarves in relentless pursuit. Clad in cumbersome armor and wielding weighty weaponry, their progress was hindered further. Exploiting this advantage, Ezrah surged forth, veering left and right with nimble precision, plunging into successive alleys, leaving the echoes of his footsteps as the sole remnants of his passage. He endeavored to maintain a circuitous course, ensuring that he remained within the core of the settlement.\n\nThough unfamiliar with his precise location, his strategic movements prevented him from straying too far afield. He surmised that the mayor had sought refuge in either the town hall or his own dwelling, prompting Ezrah to surge ahead once more. His piercing gaze darted frantically, scanning the walls for any vestige of the mayor's name or the regal edifice that represented the epicenter of governance—the town hall.\n\nAs the symphony of footfalls reverberated once more, Ezrah halted in his tracks, melding seamlessly into the embrace of a somber building facade, cloaked in the enigmatic depths of shadow. Before him, a collective of dwarves emerged, their countenances distinguished from those who had pursued him earlier. An air of purpose imbued their strides, akin to hunters in pursuit of elusive quarry. It remained unclear whether their intentions fixated upon him or, as Ezrah intuitively surmised, the esteemed mayor himself. Yet, he found himself left with no recourse but to trail them, adopting an agonizingly languid pace while maintaining a significant distance. \n\nGradually, an intimate square materialized before his discerning gaze, unveiling the sight of one dwarf and his confidant discreetly vanishing into a structure that held the unmistakable aura of the mayor's abode. The remaining dwarves dispersed outside, their collective presence now fragmented. The conundrum unfolded; any attempt to infiltrate the edifice risked incurring undue attention. Necessity narrowed his choices, leaving him with a gamble he was compelled to undertake. \n\nA resonant whistle pierced the air, reverberating through the labyrinthine market as Ezrah ventured forth, cautiously striding a few steps, mindful not to venture too far and expose himself to encirclement. Perhaps his orchestrated maneuver would beckon the dwarves to follow, unwittingly setting the stage for a calculated dance of attrition within the maze of adjacent alleyways." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros nods his thanks to the others as they kept him clear from the dwarves. He takes shallow breaths, the pain not entirely going away, his left leg now throbbing with the quick heal still holding, \"Toss me a fallen weapon, a hammer.\" Ezra nods and tosses one of the dwarves' hammers up to him. He nods his thanks and gives it a slight swing, \"Too light...\"\n\nHis gaze moves to the one that has his hammer and gives him a grin, \"Trade ya?\" And goes to wack him with one of his own brethren's weapons to attempt to get his hammer back. He parries the first hit and attempts at a hit to the dwarf's hands holding the shaft of his hammer to let him release it._" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "Miss Seavers breathed. More accurately, she hyperventilated as she clung to Elysain's arm.\n\n\"I don't want to be alone!\" She wailed at Elysain. \"That's too dark! I want my maid and my auntie!\" She might be far too old for this sort of outburst, but it was happening nonetheless.\n\n\"Stay with me, Please, sir!\" Miss Seavers howled, grasping Elysain's arm with all her might. Tears streamed down her face. \n\n\"Why are the dwarves attacking? Are they going to wipe us out? Is it the Firebeards? What did we do to anger them so? That's why they're late! To catch us off guard!\"\n\nDwarves fell under Ezrah's push forward, taken down by his flashing blade. Still, five dwarves continued tailing Ezrah as he ran through the streets.\n\nAt one point, the dwarves lost him, unable to keep up with the speedy warrior. Ezrah escaped the dwarves'detection for a few moments.\n\nThe dwarves outside the mayor's office jerked their heads towards the whistle and glanced at each other. They readied their weapons and did not move, as Khumras had instructed them to remain as they were. A whistle was nothing; they had heard two explosions and their comrades' cheers for their leader Nerdrat, but two of them turned in the direction of the whistle whilst the other two continued watching the area around them.\n\nIn the area, other dwarves and Dale citizens ran amok. The citizens were mostly trying to flee from the dwarves, most of whom were still looting shops and homes.\n\nA small group set their sights on Miller Dale's water clock, contemplating how they might damage it.\n\n\"Not on your life, horse-boy,\" Sneered the dwarf as Kiros wielded a comrade's hammer. \"I'll break your other three legs as well.\"\n\nThe dwarf swung the hammer at Kiros. Finding it parried, he pulled back to swing again.\n\nKiros's hammer connected with the dwarf's fingers, and he screamed as he dropped the hammer. Another dwarf rushed in with a sword, slashing it at Kiros.\n\nTwo more dwarves lunged at Ezra, swinging their hammers as hard as they could at the lupine knight's legs." }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "\"Right right, let's um, let's take some few breaths and we'll figure everything out, okay? Just stick with me and you'll be back somewhere safe.\" He attempts to reassure her and carefully guides her out of the shadowy edges of the alleyway with him.\n\nPain came in intervals from his stab wound more than the minor cuts he attained, so he had to slowly pace through the now cleared main streets with his sword in his dominant hand. His mind's clarity was the only good positive in this situation he's in while guiding her. Though he is rather curious how many dwarves had fled the area due to his outburst. Was he really that terrifying? He didn't think so ...\n\nContinuing the filthy, fiery streets, Elysain came to notice the residents were now more tucked indoors and how well barricaded everything had came to be now that he diverted a good portion of the main forces; if not fearmongering many to leave in the section of town they were in. But he also noticed some wary eyes on him from behind some windows, knowing full well that if he was terrifying to the aggressors, he may have struck more chords of terror in those he is trying to save. He only wished he could change what unfortunate fate made him become. \n\nWith Miss Seavers by his hand, he made his way over to a further off section of improvised barricades in a well fortified position of alleyway where a lot of other survivors he directed were found, some having taken up arms to defend themselves. With that, he leans over to Seavers and asked, \"Do you see your aunt and maid in this crowd?\"" }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "Ezra corrected himself as he saw the dwarfs launch themselves at his paws. He snarled and putted his swords in the ground Infront of his legs. He grabed one knife to defend himself and a dagger that he threw at Kiros. \"CATCH!\" Ezra screamed. He launched the other knife straight at the dwarf attacking Kiros before retracting his swords out of the ground. One dwarf hitted his lower leg in a cutting way. Ezra screamed shortly and kicked the blade away with his other paw before striking the dwarf that hit him with a spear move to it's throat." }, { "author": "Mayor Podrick Thistlefoot", "message": "It hadn't taken long for the mayor's hiding spot to be discovered, and all too soon Podrick found himself backing away from Khumras and his underling as they began menacing him. A brandished club seemed to spell a grim end for the mayor: even if he survived the blow, being rendered unconscious would surely not give the little halfling a chance of survival in their care.\n\nHe wasn't down or dead yet, however, and Podrick was nothing if not creative in ways to extricate himself from problems— whether it was citizens seeking to pin blame on him for something clearly out of his control, or a club-wielding dwarf. His hands were raised in surrender as the menacing dwarf came at him, but when the blow of the club came, Podrick ducked quickly under the broad sweep and ran to the side, then attempted to rush past the dwarf. \n\nIt was a good ploy, but short-lived, especially with Khumras himself standing between him and the door. Gulping in fear, he hesitated, raising his hands again. \"Now... Let's be reasonable here...\" He began, his blue eyes darting about looking for anything that might facilitate an escape or provide some defense. \n\nThe only thing that came to mind was an award on the big human-sized desk: the award for the best pie in the baking contest, which was no more than a little bronze rolling-pin on a stand. He lunged for it, having to jump up to even reach the thing, then turned with it in his hands, attempting to look intimidating. \"Don't make me use this!\" He threatened, followed by a far-less threatening (and Much Higher-pitched) yelp designed to be heard beyond the confines of his little office. \"Heeeeeeeelp!\"" }, { "author": "Khumras Goldhammer", "message": "The dwarf swung his club and cursed as the Mayor ducked at the last moment, dashing past him.\n\nKhumras grabbed at the halfling but his hand closed on thin air as the much nimbler little man darted around the office and successfully evaded his grasp.\n\nThe other dwarf chased the Mayor around the office, upsetting awards and cups and papers.\n\nThen stopped as Mayor Thistlefoot wielded... A rolling-pin trophy at them.\n\nBoth dwarves laughed, and then Khumras said, \"Oh! Well, in that case, we Must Be reasonable, mustn't we? How terrifying, Mayor! We surrender.\"\n\nKhumras's grin grew nastier. \"We'd like the paperwork declaring you Mayor, then, as well as everything relevant to the rule of Miller Dale. \n\nBoth dwarves winced at Mayor Thistlefoot's high-pitched screech for help, stunned for one brief moment before the dwarf with the cudgel raises it and roars.\n\n\"You're ours, halfling! We're putting a dwarf in your place!\"" }, { "author": "Sir Jathak Artudian", "message": "Into the city centre cantered Artudian and Kyre, tailed by a few dwarves. Kyre dropped into an extended trot, his iron-shod hooves clacking on the cobblestones just out of reach of the pursuing dwarves. Artudian holstered the spent gun and picked up the crossbow hooked over the horn of the saddle.\n\nOne of the dwarves got close enough to slash at Kyre's tail. Kyre collected his trot.\n\nThe knight and his horse, in rage and panic and terror, were Mocking The dwarves.\n\nKyre suddenly kicked out with his hind legs, sending half of their pursuers flying.\n\nAs Mayor Thistlefoot screamed for help, Kyre's ear twisted towards the office.\n\nThey turned to face the dwarves guarding the office.\n\nKyre's ears went back, his head went down, and Artudian raised his crossbow.\n\nOne of the dwarves fell with a bolt in his throat as the horse and rider continued to advance.\n\nThe other three dwarves yelled and rushed forward, leaving an opening for Ezrah to get into the mayor's office.\n\nFrom inside the mayor's office, the outside sounds of a fight began. The thud of a body onto the ground. The howls of terrified dwarves. The screaming of an enraged warhorse. Slamming of massive hooves on the street. \n\nCombined with more gruesome noises accompanied by pained shrieking." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "Still weeping furiously, Miss Fleurie Seavers was able to scan the crowd through her tears. She wiped her eyes, then shook her head.\n\n\"N-no, sir,\" She sniffled at Elysain after studying the crowd. \"Or... Or Mr Silivasti was supposed to come, too. He's our neighbor. I've not seen him, either.\"\n\nMiss Seavers boggled at the barricaded group holding, for the most part, makeshift weapons. \"I... I don't know how to fight, sir.\"\n\nMiss Seavers squealed and hid behind Elysain as several dwarves rushed the barricade. They hacked at it with swords and axes and mauls, and then one began trying to set the barricade on fire.\n\nThe dwarf attacking Kiros not only had his hands smashed, but he also took Ezra's dagger to the throat. He fell, but another dwarf took his place. Still, Kiros's hammer fell again to the ground, leaving him free to grab it.\n\nA second dwarf went down to Ezra, and, enraged, another dwarf surged behind Ezra, trying to hack him in the back with his axe.\n\nYet another dwarf swung at Kiros's midsection with his sword, seeing the damage that Nerdrat had done." }, { "author": "Ezra", "message": "Ezra was shocked. \"KALE!!!\" He screamed" }, { "author": "Kale Von Lycaon", "message": "As Kale was fighting his own fight he turned to Ezra noticing he needed help. Kale had evaded the dwarfs and had a new advantage point. He made sure he was ready and then he saw the dwarf behind Ezra. \"Carkap!\" He said. It meant: Ezra make sure you focus on your front. Kale blasted the axe out of the dwarfs hands and jumped off the lid towards it. Grabbing his katana he tried to slash the dwarf and keep Ezra's back." }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "He was trying to listen to Seavers for a moment, until hearing the crashing sounds of wood and debris in collapse from their attacks. He immediately turns over and holds her hand up to her face, soon reassuring her, \"Stay here with the others. I'll be back in a few seconds and I'll take everyone here, including you, to a safer place, okay?\" But he wasn't looking for a guarantee with her.\n\nAs he released her hand, he took the shortcut just around the barricades to get behind where the dwarves were at. Coming around the corner of a street just outside the building range, he noticed the group of dwarves were many, so he had to think of a plan. With wit as his best friend, he spotted an undamaged, large handcart which he took up by the two wooden ends, soon driving it up to the alley the dwarves were at. With shock and awe in his face, he rushed the dwarves before they were able to penetrate the defenses of the makeshift barricades, quickly ramming some along the sidelines and shoving many against the wall, pinning them with the wagon.\n\nHe took this chance while they were discombobulated to stand atop of the wagon, taking the arms-pinned, stuck dwarves' throats in quick chops. Though four along the side were quick to recuperate from the stunning blow and were ready to attack Elysain as he disposed of their primary, numerous squad members in front of the wagon. One dwarf came to slice at his feet, but only to find their axe meeting the side of the wagon as the warrior leaned back onto the handles, rearing the wagon back and dispelling the attacks. He soon backs off to divert the attention of the four remaining dwarves, who were still stuck at odds from being cramped between a wall and a wagon, towards him.\n\nHe returns hastily back around the side where he exited from previously and yelled to the group of armed survivors, \"With me! I know a place you can all escape from!\"\nHe lifted his bloodied blade to direct the many to follow him out of the compromised interse\n\nCtion. His other hand was for Seavers, who he promised he'd return to." }, { "author": "Darbad Copperstorm", "message": "The menacing, muscled dwarf stood back and watched as the chaos unfolded throughout the city of Miller Dale. \n\n\"...\" \n\nHe took a deep breath. His lungs filling with oxygen and smoke as the fires sprouting up around the town rage. His face, ever smiling, peered over to a part of town that hadn't seen much rampaging yet, the docks. Seeing as how his boss Nerdrat And his companion Khumras Had the rest of the seige \"Under control\" He allowed himself the priveledge to have some fun. Before departing for the docks, he gives Nerdrat A quick, affirming nod. His eyes move over to Kiros Giving the warrior a deadly stare as they engage with Darbad's superior. \n\nWith that, Darbad took off to one of the piers. As he made his way down, him and a group of his own personal goons made sure to terrorize any townsfolk they came across. They threw an elderly woman into a nearby sewer grate, swung their weapons at men, women, and even children though they had allowed members of the latter two groups to escape with their lives the men however, not so much.\n\nIt took a few minutes for them to make it to the docks. By then the fighting behind them had ramped up and screams could be heard all over town. As they inspected the dock, a building had gained Darbad's depraved curiosity. \n\n\"The Singing Shepard... Hehehehehe...\" Darbad said has he pryed the swinging doors opened and heard hushed whispers echo through the apparently empty tavern..." }, { "author": "Captain Gallane Drakar", "message": "Drakar's group had gained in number but not momentum, \nAs they approached they could hear the obvious riot like clamour of the chaos within the walls. A sense of dread befell Gallane but that feeling itself gnawed away at the exhaustion he was feeling.\n\n He Raised a hand and came to a stop, Sir Gallane had been at the forefront of their troupé. \nThe captain nodded towards Llew and the dwarves who had caught up with them, and thought maybe perhaps was the time to say something inspiring... His thoughts however were on what to do next.. What strategy had they? In the mean~ their numbers gladly taking the moment of respite. They knew what they were about to do. What was necessary. Gallane looked upon his men's grim determination with approval~ And wondered what words he should say before the charge to take back one's home." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew was grateful for the pause. Bending over to catch his breath, a nod back. He gasped for it, wiping his brow as he straightened up, enemies on the road? No, maybe going to surround? No. He furrowed his brows in confusion as he watched. Why were they stopping? This thought became more apparent as he got rest. Then gulping, people were dying and they were on pause.\n\nHis eyes widened as he looked about, then to the sound of rioting, every second was another one dead, just like the goblins back then. He shook his head, almost barfing up his light snack earlier. Then went to keep going despite the pause.\n\n\"Folk are dyin thar.\" He stated as he went to keep moving despite how tired he was, sweat stinging his eyes with a wince, but he could help still, every second counted, including the food, what if they ate the food? A grim thought, along with death, just couple more feet, he almost brought them over... His task!? He was supposed to bring them over!\n\nHe looked over his shoulder as he jogged, pausing to walk backward, what does one say? He swallowed a moment.\n\n\"Every bit we wait, the more them folk down thar suffer.\" He said with a nod then got back to a running stumble, not really a speech, but he was never much for those, there was work to do" }, { "author": "Captain Gallane Drakar", "message": "Captain Gallane steadied the approaching Llew with a sturdy arm on his shoulder. And scanned their slapdash force in arms. They were a sturdy lot~ they would make do. And reclaim the Dale. The festival was just starting. The captain responded to Llew, then addressed everyone. \n\n\n\"I know son.. Gather your wits men- He's right. I want three units. Two smaller ones to round up and evacuate the townsfolk. Perhaps we could hole them up in The Singing Shephard~ The rest of you.. With me. We retake the city center.\"\n\n\n After a moment of people sorting out who was going where, Gallanes bear heading the smaller units~ The captain unsheathed his sword and brought it high in the air. Bellowing out his contempt towards those who would ruin their festival before charging forth into the Dale." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew would be steadied, totally not taking the chance to semi lean there to rest. A nod, taking the chance as people got organized and moving to take another rest, he would never admit how glad he was the captain stopped him, he wanted to throw up, eat something, then crawl up and sleep for the entire day.\n\nHe joined the unit with the Captain. He seemed a sensible sort.\n\nShortly, too shortly for his liking, they were on the move, cudgel in one hand, dagger in the other. He was here to help the citizens! Then he noticed they were charging into the enemy. He too let out a war cry, though, a keen ear to could hear the surprise and fear mixed in with the actual war cry. He did not expect such at all" }, { "author": "Nerdrat Leadwrought", "message": "There were a few things that seemed to dissolve Nerdrat's previous confidence. Firstly, the appearance of not just one, not two or three: Four skilled swordsfighters cutting his men to ribbons. Secondly, Four* Eldritch Blasts had failed to eliminate the centaur... He wasn't sure how he could top that. Third was the stalking pride of lions that surrounded him now, his keen eye catching both AC's distraction and the twin's attempt at ambush. \n\nA close fourth, however, was the fireball.\n\n\"DROOOP!\"\nThe warlock bellowed, slamming his head to the floor as he dived out of the way, using his commanding magic to force as many of his comrades to do the same. It seemed to help - only half of them had been crippled fully, the other half hobbling back to their feet; still half-on-fire. He grit his teeth and readied another throng of lightning, deciding to finally end the little gnome-\n\nCRAAACK!\nAs he peeked his head up slow, the magic between his fingers fizzled out at the sound. Shock was the first emotion, then a rising disbelief. His eyes snapped towards the source, wide and bloodshot.\n\"Black powder...?\"\nHe barely breathed a question, glancing to the treeline that the projectile must have hit - noting a blood-streaked dagger. The warmth against his ear had been more than adrenaline, then... Especially seeing as it was growing cold.\n\n\"...BOOOOYS!? WRAP THINGS UP, WILL YA!? TIME TO GET TO LEAVIN'!!\"" }, { "author": "Ezrah, The Phantom", "message": "Intrigue coursed through Ezrah's veins as he observed the dwarves stationed diligently by the mayor's office. Their unwavering commitment to guard the door hinted at a commanding presence within, perhaps even a leader of the entire battalion. Yet, the stoic dwarves presented an obstacle, barring his access to the sanctum where his objective lay. His keen gaze darted around with lightning speed, ever vigilant, ensuring the dwarves remained fixated on their post, unaware of his intentions. The bustling market square offered no immediate solution to his predicament, leaving him with a daunting choice—to confront the dwarf guardians head-on.\n\nTaking a decisive step forward, Ezrah braced himself, prepared to unleash a commanding cry that would echo through the air. However, fate intervened as a figure on horseback materialized before his eyes, expertly felling one of the dwarves with deadly precision. The remaining dwarves diverted their attention to the audacious assailant, captivated by the unfolding spectacle. In that fleeting moment, an opportunity emerged like a fleeting star in the night sky. Seizing the chance, Ezrah propelled himself forward with measured determination, sprinting toward the door with unbridled swiftness. With a forceful kick, he swung the door open, its hinges creaking in protest against his relentless pursuit. A swift glance back, ensuring the path behind remained clear, and he stepped into the mayor's inner sanctum.\n\nEzrah: Within those walls, a cacophony of commotion assailed his ears, a symphony of urgency and peril. Instinct propelled him forward, obliterating the need for a calculated plan. Rushing toward the source of the frenzied footsteps, he burst into a room pulsating with tension. His voice, resonant and commanding, pierced the tumultuous atmosphere, resolute and authoritative. \"Your time for games has expired.\" He declared, his words imbued with a measured intensity that transcended mere shouting. A predator's aura emanated from him, the electric blue fire within his eyes mirroring the predatory glint of a hunter closing in on its prey. Slowly, he maneuvered his sword through the air, the fluid rotation serving as a silent proclamation—only two choices remained for the two dwarves before him. His gaze flickered toward the mayor, a silent signal passed between them, conveying that when the dwarves launched their assault, the mayor should seize the fleeting opportunity for escape." }, { "author": "anonymousraccoon_", "message": "Thankfully the little gnome was on a roof and not easily found! She ducked down, vanishing from sight when Nerdy-Face started looking for her. She wasn't sure how many spells she had left in her, if any, so down she stayed, giggling a bit to herself and wondering how AC was faring." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros smiled with satisfaction from the fingers being smashed, another dwarf came in and he saw the intent. He rears up and kicks out with his right foreleg right into the dwarf's face. He looks around briefly, \"Let's charge! Someone... Get on my back!\" And he crouches down slightly waiting to see if someone does. If someone does take the chance, \"Hold on!\" And bolts forward, swinging his hammer to clear the way as he charged Nerdrat once again. This time, attempting to be far more nimbler, even with the weakened leg. His charge was going to be darting left and right and waiting for the opening to trample the dwarf._" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "And to think... A mere few hours ago... Had it even been a few hours? Time flied when one was having fun... And while this was certainly Interesting, AC would be hard-pressed to find this even remotely Fun. Not in the slightest. Her favorite tea stand destroyed, along with the businesses of many others with whom she was less familiar, due to dwarves raiding the place like so many bandits... Yes. Interesting, but not Fun. Then, her friends were getting hurt! Lir Was having a bad time of it, and she had gotten beat around, herself. Good thing her good, good friends the Hoffs had turned up recently, or she would have a lot worse off!\n\nBut, before her was waiting the cowering — and, it seemed, ready to pull back — author of her recent, personal pain. The dwarven warlock who had dared, Dared To wound her! At least that other dwarven bandit had some manners, and a good eye for charm and grace! That one, AC might have been able to perhaps even do business with. Negotiate something. Perhaps she could have helped parley ... Provided these dwarves had anything beyond booty in mind, anyway. But, not this warlock. To AC's eyes, he seemed ... Half-mad. Perhaps that was to be expected from a dwarven magic-user?\nEcki sent AC a mental shrug. AC knew the whip wasn't exactly the best judge of human(-oid) behaviors and demeanors, so indeed, had nothing really to contribute ... Other than the sparks the sentient weapon had sparked up, ready to help AC deliver them to the quarry before them.\n\nAC grinned in anticipation, and raised the whip... Pointing at Nerdy Rat with her other hand, nodding as she hears Kiros Call the charge!\n\n\"... Yes, go! Hey Hoffs, Shock Treatment!\"\n\nAnd, she raced in! AC was pretty speedy, her leather boots pounding lightly with her fleet feet, quickly eating up the distance between her and Nerdrat... Then she skidded to a stop, twirling as she did to wind up with the whip, and sent its electric-charged thong of strange leather at the\n\nWaiting dwarven warlock, whom hopefully was still in the middle of regaining his feet!" }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "While AC contemplated her plans and how this just had Ruined her day, Heidi nervously took the time to give Kiros As good a 'once-over' as she could in the brief moment she had. To the centaur, still trying to assess the extent of... \n\nBut, then, Kiros knelt down and invited a rider! Heidi didn't think centaurs normally liked being ridden like horses... But ... It was sucn a singular opportunity... And it would let her heal him at even closer quarters. Then she could fire her hand-crossbow from a better angle.\n\nHeidi, her nervousness at battle — she not being as 'confident as her twin' == vanishing as she mounted the centaur, and as Kiros begins his press forward towards Nerdrat, Heidi will murmur a short devotional, and Lay her hands On the most obvious of Kiros' wounds that she can reach from this angle... Then she'll take back up her hand-crossbow and be ready to fire where needed" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "Hildi waited patiently ... Well, barely-so... Ready for the charge! She was much more action-oriented than her twin, and was near-chomping at the bit to dive into the action, well-bolstered by her sister's magic. She shifted her eyes carefully around, circling to triangulate with AC, Heidi, and the centaur as well, so that neither got in each other's way... She was still trying to stay out of the way of any stray dwarves, who seemed to mostly be following the centaur or Sir Jathak and his destrier anyway...\n\nUntil Nerdrat Made his statement about fleeing, and a few gathered more about him and the centaur, then began to peel out, running like hell! Though, a few stayed to harrass Jathak and Kiros, Nerdrat was not left with many flunkies to protect him...\n\nKiros and AC both charged... And so did Hildi! A dwarf stood between Hildi and Nerdrat. So, while AC's whip aimed itself at Nerdrat, Hildi's fighting sticks were delivered hard — harder than a 'normal' young lady of Hildi's build might suggest — the pale lass spinning and delivering her sticks to batter away his weapon then upside the side of his head, ringing his helmet like a bell as it was sent flying from his head. The dwarf cusses,* \"Screw 'dis, Nerdrat!\" And flees with his pals." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "The dwarf who tried to hack Ezra in the back found his axe blasted out of his hands. Then he found Kale's katana swinging at him, tearing him open. He fell to Kale's blade.\n\nDwarves flung themselves to the ground at Nerdrat's command, ducking from Odawyn's fire. Some scrabbled to their feet and began fleeing the fire and the sheriffs. Some began running around aflame. At least two hurled themselves into the Miller Dale canals to try to douse themselves before realizing that they couldn't swim.\n\nOne dwarf fell to Kiros's kick, and several others crumpled under his and Heidi's charge. One more dwarf fell to one of her crossbow bolts.\n\nThe dwarves who had been trying to locate Gitroki were stopped by the arrival of the sheriffs and the Firebeard maidens. Most fled, but others screamed in fury at seeing Firebeards and rushed the dwarven maidens." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir knew he had gone into shock. He was in agony but not as much as he ought to have been. He rolled onto his back.\n\nStaring at the wooden table above him, he winced at further explosions and then hearing Captain Drakar's forces enter the square.\n\n\"This is a terribly embarrassing way to die,\" Lir informed the table he was lying under. \"I mean, what do I say to the other ghosts? 'Oh, I went to a festival, and then there was a raid, during which I proceeded to bleed out under the dessert table?' Awful, really.\"\n\nLir had, however, properly applied the tourniquet to his leg, so his blood merely trickled out. He was not currently in any immediate danger of bleeding out." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "Dwarves found themselves rammed aside or pinned against walls against Elysain's rush with the handcart. \n\nThe four dwarves who had managed to survive Elysain's attack chased after him. However, as Elysain reappeared near the barricade, several citizens rushed the dwarves as Elysain took Miss Seavers's hand.\n\nMiss Seavers nodded at Elysain, and the rest of the citizens followed him through the streets." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew wasn't sure what happened next, but he charged in and the dwarves charged back. He bounced off a dwarf and hit the ground hard. A gasp as a breath left him then a scream as he rolled to a right, an axe burying its'self into the ground where his head was moments ago. He kicked and scrambled too his feet, throwing the dagger poorly as a distraction. It did not fly straight.\n\nThen went to respond with a swinging of his cudgel, he was no longer aware of his surroundings, it was too much of a mess, it was a blur, even the dwarf in front of him. His heart beat too loudly, was he going to die here? He was paling from the thought as he swung his cudgel left and right. Praying that this was not the day he would die." }, { "author": "Mayor Podrick Thistlefoot", "message": "A dwarf in his place! As if! In fact, even as he dodged and scurried to avoid being in the hands of these dwarves, Podric was keenly aware that there had been no dwarven lord or mayor presiding over the Dale in nearly three hundred years, not since the Ironhammers had walked out of King Bravumir Firebeard's hall in Rouguemount Castle to take up their residence in Hearth's Keep, yet here the Ironhammers were, attempting to regain control...\n\nAs his new would-be protector barged in, Podric found himself emboldened by a sense of courage he usually only found when about to make speeches in front of the citizenry. He Did* Edge sideways toward the door and Ezrah, holding up the rolling pin award before him as if it were a real threat, but he stood beside the door, ready to engage in whatever way he might.\n\n\"Miller Dale is a free city!\" He proclaimed in his best 'activist' voice, and there was only a tiny bit of squeakiness in that tone. \"We'll fight to the last person standing!\"\n\nOf course, Podric had never fought a physical fight like this in his life, and he would likely be more of a hindrance than a capable ally..." }, { "author": "Captain Gallane Drakar", "message": "As the main force of sheriffs and would be heroes slowly battered their way towards the main plaza square of the Dale. Inch by bloody inch, the other two units would be doing their utmost to sweep the perimeter of the town and offer aid or escape to any in need. They intended to hold the Singing Shepherd and then rejoin Gallane once it was secure.\n\n Meanwhile the captain was yanking his sword free from the crook of a stout bearded warrior's neck. Drakar had taken a quarter staff to the brow by him, blood and sweat mingled. Trickling down the captains forehead threatening to obscure his vision. \n\n The festival square was in sight now, chaos spilling from the main thoroughfare into the alleys. It was hard to believe only hours before; this place was one of celebration and beauty. Gallane felt rage at seeing the various stalls that had been laid to waste and the corpse of a girl who had been trampled. Other bodies lay in the street, and Gallane bellowed his discontent and fury. He would not hesitate to slay any who turned their weapons on the Dale.\n\n A small group of militia or something was holding their own against the Iron hammers in the distance, efore Gallane could rally his men to help them he noticed Llew. Swinging his cudgel wildly. The boy was outnumbered~ Gallane rushed forth. Caution to the wind to aid the brave farmer." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew was being over whelmed, he was bleeding, he wasn't sure from what, or what blood was his own, or from others. He knew he caught a dwarf or two, and that his limbs stung. He also tried to dodge those sharp looking axes and swords, but he was so tired... And there was so many. His vision was still slightly blurry, would it be bad to pause a moment?\n\nHe heard the scream of something coming towards him, and suddenly jumped back, an axe ripping his clothing and glancing his skin, giving a flesh wound. Eyes wide, nope, it would be bad, keep moving. Sudden adrenaline as he got back to fighting, there was so many though!? Panic returned until the captain came in, he stumbled to the side. He would of spoke of how grateful, but only a sob of someone being saved escaped. He was only a farmer, and a farmer can only hold out for so long, his cudgel looking worse for wear as the fight wore on.\n\nLlew didn't seem to notice, but he had cuts on his arms and torso, some deeper then others, but light, splattered in his own blood and others, his cudgel bloodied and possibly beginning to crack, it was only a thick piece of carved wood after all." }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "While the survivors continue to fair and square off against the remaining dwarves who followed, he leads the others with him to a more secluded and carefully guarded section of town's intersections where, upon entering, he discovered more refugees of the onslaught had taken shelter. This was definitely way more secure, as the militia also extended to taking posts against the improvised walls that block off the other three narrow entrances. With the majority of the citizens soon recuperating in this vastly superior defensive quarter, he looks back and nods to Ms. Seaver, speaking up.\n\n\"Stay here with these people; they'll keep you safe. I'm going to get more survivors! If I find your acquaintances, I'll send them back here with you. You're going to be perfectly okay here.\" Assuring her before quickly making his way back over to a group of armed civilians.\n\n\"I need you all to overwatch this block. More survivors will be coming in, so be sure to arm all the strong bodies here; they'll need it. Scavenge loot from the deceased parties of dwarves for weapons and armor just outside the alley!\" With his order affirmed with the militiamen and warriors, he made his way out to continue his search for remaining folk in the town. He looks for signs of active households and crowds of endangered victims.\n\nHis wound's pain was now nullified with his mind and heart in conjunction with adrenaline and superior mentality working together to work himself into this selfless goal. That's when, as he rushed through the streets, he spotted the bloodied farmer Llew on the floor with the Captain's men taking arms against the overwhelming number of raiders. This was his chance to instill the fear in those pillagers from the quickly spreading news of the threat that was himself; to allow advantage for the warriors to hack at their backs as they run.\n\nElysain quickly withdrew the sword and rushed through the alleyway he had previously used to worm around the main front of the fight and leapt out onto a turned over barrel, towering himself over both men and dwarves. He reached down while in this moment to pluck a deceased dwarf from the floor, quickly placing the blade down across their nape and quickly slicing away at the flesh to behead it, using it to catch the attention of both parties in the major conflict. With the head held in his hand, and with Elysain's already almost thriller-horror looking appearance already being terrifying enough, he lets his dark fervor overtake him and enact on the path of retribution once more. A bestial scream leaves his lungs, overtaking the sound of flame and clashing blades as he had roared once in the back of the town. With the dwarf's head held in his hands, blood coming down his arm, he points his blade towards the oncoming crowd of raiders; giving them a hefty warning.\n\nThe news of a maddened warrior, craving the blood of dwarves already spread like wildfire prior, so for the warrior to now turn up on the Front line Of this combat was extremely dire for them. Fear was beginning to ramp up, as hands jittered and actions were withered to hesitation. This was a gigantic turning tide of morale for both parties. The captain and Llew were now given major advantage over their enemies who outnumber them! This is their chance to enact swift justice, flushing out their enemies through the streets, or to fortify their position on the main center. Elysain had to take a second to step behind the barrel he stood upon and shelter himself momentarily to reenter his mind, which was teetering on the brink of yet another hallucination-fueled rampage." }, { "author": "Khumras Goldhammer", "message": "Khumras's eyes jerked to the door as Ezrah barged in. As the mayor brandished a rolling-pin trophy.\n\nKhumras and his comrade both swung swords and an axe at Ezrah as the man began making his speech, not pausing to listen to Ezrah's monologue at all, starting just as the first words slid from Ezrah's mouth.\n\nKhumras's second took a deep slash to the face from Ezrah's sword. Khumras glared at the mayor and swung his shortsword at the halfling.\n\nOutside the office, dwarves began rushing past, many stopping and screaming at what was left of Khumras's guards. \n\nOne dwarf, though, was brave enough to poke his head in.\n\n\"Khumras! Nerdrat says to go!\" The dwarf yelled.\n\nAs Khumras held up his sword and dagger against Ezrah, he shouted, \"Well, where's Nerdrat?\"\n\n\"Still in the square!\" Yelled the dwarf.\n\n\"You LEFT him there?\" Khumras screamed.\n\nKhumras took the opening meant for the mayor, shoving his second directly into Ezrah as hard as he could before racing towards the door." }, { "author": "Captain Gallane Drakar", "message": "Captain Drakar looked on. Stunned with a mix of awe and horror at the man Elysian. Before blinking, He was in a fight after all~..\n\n He raised his arms, then brought the long sword down in a swift arc upon the thigh of a dwarf before him. With that opponent felled he pivoted and swung the weapon back upwards one handed with a finnese that made it clear he had done it many times.. And his muscles were just waking back up to remember those motions. \n\n He cleaved a bit of beard and the very tip of nose off of another Ironhammer and the remaining few turned to flee. Gallane smiled with grim satisfaction as he lowered his blade. Blood dripping from its point. He turned to Llew and gestured at the cudgel with his own weapon. His voice was strong yet calm albeit one could tell the captain was a little worn out.\n\n\"You don't need to use that anymore lad. See to your wounds, you've done more'n enough..\"\n\n He shifted his head looking towards his armored ranks that passed and began finally to push the square. Then looking back to Llew he grinned.\n\n\"After this is all over let us share a bottle of my favorite honey mead, and listen to the maidens sing by the bonfire. You're a hero my boy.\"\n\nAnd with that he turned and jogged away, to join the effort to repel the attackers." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "Many citizens, a great number of whom had been wounded by dwarves or fire or falling debris before finding protection behind Elysain's barricades, gratefully joined Captain Drakar's units, following the sheriffs to the assumed safety of the Singing Shepherd. Miss Seavers, although she shot a pleading look at Elysain, stayed with them as she rushed to safety." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"...And that's why the weapons are in the barn,\" Lir told his very good friend the banquet table. \n\nHe groaned, grasping head with his good arm, then spared a look at the continuing chaos of the square. He gritted his teeth as he saw Llew, bleeding.\n\n\"Llew!\" Lir hissed. \"Over here!\"\n\nLir so far had been safe from further attacks under the banquet table. He hoped both of them might be safe here." }, { "author": "Sir Jathak Artudian", "message": "After dispatching the dwarves guarding the mayor's office, as well as the several that had chased them, Artudian and Kyre limped towards the fountain near City Hall.\n\nArtudian, having reloaded his crossbow, buried his face in his hands and leaned forward, resting his elbows on Kyre's neck.\n\nArtudian began shivering.\n\nKyre let out a worried whicker, but the horse could do little other than keep his dissociating rider safe for the time being.\n\nKyre took this time to plunge his muzzle into the fresh cool fountain waters as the sounds of battle and burning and collapsing buildings enveloped them.\n\nThey heard the clash of renewed battle as Captain Drakar, the sheriffs, and the Firebeard maidens surged into the square.\n\nKyre lifted his head, a touch renewed. Artudian lifted his, much less so. \n\nThey whirled around and trotted back towards the square." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "Darbad and his men cut down several citizens on their way to the Singing Shepherd. The elderly woman flung down the sewer grate would not be found until days later. \n\nInside the Singing Shepherd, three serving staff and the cook crouched out of view and under the bar, terrified. Dwarves still ran rampant around this part of the city, not knowing of Nerdrat's command to retreat.\n\nWhen the doors were pried open, one of the barmaids sniffled. One patron was passed out drunk at his table, and several others cowered where they could, eyeing Darbad and his company with terror." }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "Elysain was struggling yet again while he was resting momentarily against a barrel behind the frontline charge to keep himself in check. However, as he looked up to the carnage that was taking place, he felt his blood boiling from within as he stared at the bodies that laid countlessly across the sidelines and middle of the rampage that took place. His thirst for vengeance was crawling back up again, his curse counting on his rage and lack of self-control. As he took a glance towards Llew and the other injured guards, he had to give one final push to resist!\n\n(🐭writer's note: this is the second time he's failed this roll, but makes up for it by yelling out a super cool [edgy] liner)\n\nBut there is no stopping him now. His body begins to constitute another whirlwind of rampage within, and he loses himself in the passion of bloodthirsty justice. His sword was carefully sheathed as he shoved the barrel aside, plucking up a bloodied warpick and an axe from the floor from both a deceased guardsman and dwarf and lifted them over his shoulder and carried himself over to the side of the push against a wooden wall. Staring down upon the dwarves who fled, he reared one axe back and tossed it far ahead, which miraculously landed onto the calf of a fleeting dwarf raider, crashing down and catching some attention from the dwarves behind him. With their attention caught, Elysain points the mace towards them and yelled out,\n\n\"Don't you run from me! All of you are seeing your gods today, and I will not refuse them their servants!\" If he actually had an ability for intimidation, this would be much more impactful than it already is. He is fearmongering to an extreme, and his voice was croaked and itched with gruff from his already previous yelling and screeches.\n\nAfter he finished this dialogue, he hip-tossed the mace off to the side — which rolled over and landed right beside Llew, which might act as a better weapon than his cudgel. The mace in question was a crude iron mace with a spiked ball head. It could work for the time being if he wishes to continue fighting." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew kept going, holding as he could, then he heard a scream, he turned, eyes widening. What is that, he paused to stare at the carnage incarnate that was Elysian come his way, he whipped back around to fight HARDER. Nope, he wasn't sticking here as he smashed a dwarf in the nose, get him away from that. He couldn't see straight, but it was like a blur of blood, far scarier then what was here. He wasn't sure how, but the dwarves were also scared. Allowing them to be clubbed as they fled. Thankfully, scary blood dwarf killer was also going that way.\n\nHe wanted to hurl, he could feel his limbs ache, his wounds burn, sounds were slightly muted. He turned as the Captain spoke. Did he just here to take a break? They were getting mead? Hero's?!\n\nHis eyes widened, how could the captain think of taking a break of mead! Everything was on FIRE, but a break sounded nice... He could use one. He just kind of nodded and slumped to the ground attempting to breath. He stayed there until he heard his name, looking about, then turning. He blinked, was... Was that the old wounded warrior... Lir was it? He waved at him, common sense far since left him in his tiredness. Maybe the captain wanted him to take a break, sleep underneath a table? That was strange... But he could go for a nap... What about the fire?....Naaaaaaah, captain told him to break. He got up, going to stumble over, it was almost in reach when he tripped on something, he turned rapidly to see a mace. He turned his head, eyes widening in fear. The bloody blur was back.\n\nHe looked from the mace, to the man speaking, to the mace. Oh no, OH NO! If he didn't pick it up and join him, he was going to be sent to the gods! THE GODS! He looked behind him, Lir, Lir would too!\n\n\"Don't ye 'orry Mista Lir, ain't no bloody ghost claimin us ta'da!\" He stated, picked up the mace, then ran, screaming in into the next pile of dwarves, it was not a warcry, it was a scream of terror, at least he could save Lir from the blood ghost\n\nAs he bashed a head, more blood splattering him in horror, and tiredly slapped a sword out of the way then tripped over a body, saving him from a decapitation, how he was still alive? Even Llew wondered" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Llew,\" Lir said gently as the young farmer approached. \"I've not been accosted under here. It would be best if you–\"\n\nLir didn't finish. Llew had grabbed the mace and started swinging it at a nearby pack of dwarves. \n\n\"Oh good heavens,\" Lir sighed. \"That poor boy is going to get himself killed.\" He rubbed his face with his good hand, his entire right arm frozen and aching. He glanced again at the field, hoping to see Artudian.\n\nUnfortunately, he was, for the moment, disappointed." }, { "author": "Nerdrat Leadwrought", "message": "The tide had turned, Nerdrat could sense it. The almost-felled centaur had gotten back to his feet, the congregation of elves and men that had surrounded him taking this chance to attempt a charge. Around him he heard the yells of his soldiers, and not the good sort of shouts... He turned to the rising charge, eyes smouldering like a demon's.\n\"You want a hero's death, huh!? I'LL GIVE YA' A DEATH ALRIGHT!!\"\n\nHe almost frothed at the mouth as he screamed, arms quivering as he drew his hands together. In the space grew another purplish orb, swirling and curling larger and larger; pulsing with the last of his infernal energy. Once it had grown to it's limits-\n*SHHHHHHHH-\nBOOM!\nThe ball exploded forth, letting off a sound that sundered air as it careened in Kiros and the others' general direction. Nerdrat was shot back a half-foot, his arms singed hot white from the latent energy; eyes winking slow. He stumbled back a step, then another..." }, { "author": "Darbad Copperstorm", "message": "The Dwarves swarmed into The Singing Shepard. Each one of them rummaging through the tables, the chairs, the barstools, the racks. Whatever they could physically reach, they would grasp it with their filthy, thieving hands. The Dwarves swung around the chairs, flailing them into the air and watched them as crashed hard down onto the floor. The shattered, wooden shards flew in every direction causing more destruction. They didn't stop with just the chairs... Soon every piece of furniture within the town's renowned watering hole was in the process of being obliterated.\n\nThey weren't satisfied with just destroying the place, no. That would be too simple, too tame. It would be no fun for Darbad and his boys to stop just there. They also grabbed the people within the establishment. The barmaids were thrown into the air just like the chairs. They landed hard, they breathe hoarsely as they try to gather enough strength to run away. As soon as one of them stood again, they were tossed again into the air. A painful cracking sound emitted through the air, followed by a pain-filled shriek. The process continued, each time a new bone broken, a new bruise appeared upon their skin. In another corner of the tavern a drunkard lay asleep on one of the tables. Sleeping off his drunk stupor and bothering no one. Darbad himself grabbed the man's head, startling him awake.\n\n\"W... Who are you?\" The man asked. He was still weary and the fear of the sieging Dwarves hadn't sank its fangs into him just yet.* \n\n\"Go back to sleep!\" Darbad shoved the man's head into the table. A pool of red appeared underneath where his face laid. Darbad giggled as he picked the man's head again, looking gleefully at the carnage he wrought. \n\n\"Please... I just want to go home. I won't cause you any trouble. You can even take all of my gold, please just let me go!\" The man pleaded. Darbad pretended to consider the man's plea for a brief moment. He looked over to one of his minions who was in the middl\n\nE knocking over a row of glass mugs that had been shelved on a nearby wall. \n\n\"Boy... Hand me one of those glasses, will you?\" The dark expression on Darbad's face made everyone who saw it shiver." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "The dwarf who had been knocking over the glasses paused, looked at Darbad, and swallowed. He picked up one of the few remaining mugs and handed it to Darbad. Some of the dwarves circled round the table, watching Darbad in fascinated horror.\n\nIn the brief pause, a sobbing barmaid struggled to her feet and ran for the door. She almost made it, but a dwarf grabbed her around the waist as she clawed at the doorframe.\n\n\"No, no, no! Stop, please!\" The barmaid yowled as the dwarf dragged her back.\n\n\"Someone Help!\" The barmaid screamed out the door before another dwarf closed it. \n\nThe dwarf holding the maid flung her, and she hit the floor yet again. \n\nThis time, she stopped sobbing." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros kept up his maneuvers as he watched the dwarf charge up a large blast, much bigger than the four that came at him before. His eyes widen in shock before a determined look comes onto his visage, \"Hold on!\" He comes to a short stop, Heidi being pushed into his back slightly, crouches quickly and waits for the last instant and jumps to the side, in a brash and reckless attempt to dodge the large blast.\n\nIt did not work... Exactly as he planned. The ball of force impacted just as he took the leap, avoiding the direct hit as planned, but the release of that energy boosted the jump... Right into a building, crashing hard. He ended up knocking himself out.((Not gonna take agency from KC.))_" }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "Heidi tried to hang on tight! She was unused to even riding a horse — Sure, with her upbringing, she certainly had some training, some practice... But that was years ago! She was Way* Out of practice... And obviously, Kiros was no actaul horse... No stirrups, no saddle... So, once Kiros skidded to a stop, she grabbed hard onto his shoulders, then barely withheld from screaming Right in his ear Once she spotted the huge Blast Rocking Right at them!\n\nShe nearly jumped off right then! But, she snap-decided that would be Really Stupid... Of course, then Kiros himself leapt out of the way of the blast...\n\n...\n\nRight into a wall...\n\nHeidi, this time, *Did scream! Out of instinct, she tried sticking out her leg to stop herself from being bodily slammed into the wall with the full strength of a ~~horse~~ centaur, and tried using that, plus hands pushing at Kiros' shoulders, to lurch away from the wall.\n\n*SNAP, that was a bad idea! But, at least it cushioned the blow just enough so the rest of her didn't just slam full-on against the wall. The best result this clumsy instinct served was to thus have her slumping off of the falling Kiros just far enough that he didn't fall on her. It even served to almost push her back into the path of the Blast, close enough she felt its eeevil energies...\n\nAnd so, end result? Heidi lays there on the cobbles of the courtyard, writhing and holding her broken leg, several bumps and bruises from hitting said stones.\n\n\"That... Was Really* Stupid...\" Granted, was it? At least she saved herself from the full force of hitting the wall! That could have knocked her out, too!" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "Hildi was cursing as well — a few more dwarves who hadn't fled the scene at Nerdy Rat's request had intervened to prevent herself and AC* From directly assaulting the mad dwarven warlock... So she laid in hard, having a bad, bad feeling... She whirled and nailed one dwarf full force, stumbling him back, then thudded her fighting stick into his face, but then didn't twirl out of the way in time and took another dwarf's hammer in the shoulder, causing Hildi herself to stumble." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "Seeing Hildi in trouble, she veered last second, causing her sparking whip to miss Nerdy Rat, and instead, AC rushes over to help Hildi! She whirls and twirls again, sending her whip instead into the dwarf that had struck her friend...\n\nCRACK-BOOM! The combined force of the mini-sonic-boom of a whip-crack plus the snapping of the Shocking Grasp Spell Ecki was holding ready combining to send the dwarf tumbling away. He lied there stunned and groaning.\n\nAnd then! As if he had taken advantage of their being distracted, they gaped, aghast, as the evil, wicked, dastardly Nerdrat had a chance to conjure an even greater Blast, sending it rocketing at Kiros... And thus at Heidi too!\n\n\"NO!!!\" AC and Hildi shouted together! ... They started running as soon as Kiros tried leaping out of the way as both of them knew Heidi wasn't that good a rider, and they had a bad feeling...\n\nSure enough, down went Kiros, and down went Heidi!\n\n\"Hildi, cover me, I'll try to get us out of the way!\"\n\nAnd so, Hildi stands over them, watching to see if Nerdy Rat will now try to run like heck with this distraction... \n\nAC kneels down by Heidi, and glances around in near-panic for a hidey-hole...\n\n... Then she can't help but grin,* \"Hey, look who's over there... There's a good spot!\"\nShe keens a few melodic notes... The air shimmers golden around herself as she also reaches out for Hildi and Heidi... Sorry Kiros,* No way can she take him, too...\n\n\"SMOKE BOMB!!!\"\nUnder the cover of another blast of purple-glowing smoke, AC vanishes with the Hoffs... Reappearing in a shimmer of golden-watery light near Lir And Llew! She and Hildi quickly hide with Heidi behind a neighboring table!" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "As one of their comrades fell to Elysain's flung axe, one dwarf bent to help his screaming companion as the others stared at Elysain yelling at them from the wall. Many of them trembled and ran away. \n\nSome, though, seeing Elysain fling the mace to Llew, rushed the wall. They tried to climb it, and a few of them hurled daggers at Elysain.\n\nA couple dwarves fled from the screaming farmer with the mace, and one swung a sword at thin air as Llew tripped. At least one fell from a smash of Llew's mace and would never move again. \n\nOne snarling dwarf, a bit bigger than his comrades, rushed at Llew, swinging a massive maul at Llew's leg.\n\nA dwarf stepped behind Nerdrat to catch him and support him; two others rushed to his side. Between the three of them, they tried to shove Nerdrat towards a street, towards an escape.\n\nThe dwarves screamed in triumph as Kiros smashed into the side of a nearby building and rendered unconscious. Two rushed towards the downed centaur, their axes held at the ready.\n\nThe remaining dwarves, however, were mostly focused on the Firebeard maidens, trying everything they could to surge past Captain Drakar's men and attack the women.\n\nOther dwarves began fleeing the square as fast as they could, surging into side streets and informing any other dwarves that the battle was being lost as they began running back to Hearth's Keep. Still, as they ran, they cut down anyone they could and seized anything they got their hands on, carrying away more foodstuffs, more weapons, more raw materials, and even a few hostages as they fled.\n\nWhilst Hildi smashed one dwarf twice and felled him, a second howled happily as his hammer met her shoulder. \n\nThen Ecki struck him, sending him to the ground sprawling and sobbing." }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "He was quick to have leapt from the corner of the wall he was upon when the daggers were initiating themselves at projectiles. As if some crude luck has occurred for the dwarves, as he left the barrel and quickly rebounded back behind the lines, beelining for Llew to prioritize protecting him over the others; the multiple knives tossed at him managed to Barely* Pass by his backside to such luck! (\n\nElysain continued to move behind the men and plucked up a 2x4 wood from the floor, which had a slightly burnt end to which opposed his grasp. With it, he continued to proceed lightly tossing it up and underhand grapple the beam of wood, quickly identifying which dwarf was coming for Llew. Seeing the big dwarf coming over, he javelin tossed the wood beam for the rearing weapon in hand, intending to dispel his grasp or at least cause him hesitation so Llew could gain an advantage over his opponent in this critical moment!" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "As Elysain flung the piece of wood, the dwarf, whilst he didn't drop his weapon, hesitated, distracted by first the flying wood, then by Elysain. \n\nThus, he left himself open to a strike from Llew's mace." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir watched Llew with horror, at least trying to call out to Llew if dwarves flanked him.\n\n\"This is horrible,\" Lir told the banquet table... Before yelping in fear as AC, Hildi, and Heidi appeared near him in a blast of golden light.\n\n\"Hells, AC!\" Lir yelled as the women took cover under a nearby table. \n\n\"I mean, er... Hello,\" He continued. \"I say, Heidi... Try not to move. It might make your leg worse. Have you got something to use as a tourniquet to stop the bleeding?\"\n\nLir managed to peer out from under the table. \"Or, if one of you could help Kiros, I think he would be most appreciative.\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew was charging, he was swinging, then a cry as he felt sharp pain and something bite at his arm as he smashed into a dwarf who lay unmoving. Time slowed again, he had felt the crunch, the eyes go doll like, empty... He had killed someone. He let out another cry as reality seemed to move in waves. He was barely missed by a sword.\n\nHe turned as tried to get up, a dwarf with a hammer. He was going to end up like one of the dwarves who fell. This was it, all the good times flashed in his eyes. He didn't feel fear, but regret. Regret he didn't get a chance to say he loved his Mum and Pa one final time. Regret that he never gave the bakers daughter a rose, to invite her to a dance during a festival. That he wouldn't get to see his homeland again. It moved so slowly, he couldn't even blink, but watch. He hoped his family understood he wasn't going to be coming home.\n\nThen he saw something fly past his head, hitting a dwarf, then the maul one, he had a chance! HE HAD A CHANCE?!\n\nHe rose up and swung clumsily in his haste to take the opportunity, flinging himself at the dwarf as reality screamed about him, the fire roaring, the blurred movement of dwarves, be it blurred from fear or watery eyes as he tossed himself. He didn't want to say good bye yet, he wanted to see his family one last time, he wanted to hold a beautiful, plump maiden in his arms, he didn't want to die in foreign land. All he had to do, was try, one, more, time. He screamed bloody murder, yet he couldn't hear it in the visions.\n\nNor see those who helped him so lost he was in tiredness, fear, and adrenaline, blood loss playing a part from various cuts he had, parts of him caked in ash and blood specks from his various fallen enemies." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "As the twins huddled behind the overturned banquet table, Hildi replaced first her hood, then Heidi's, so that their bright and gleaming platinum-blonde hair wasn't so ... Stand-outish...\nHildi then peered over the edge of the overturned table, while Heidi began probing her wounds. The cuts and bruises weren't so bad — even if she didn't use healing magic, it'd be fine. ... Now, the broken leg... This, she should tend to...\nBut...\nShe inquires of Hildi and AC, \"Um, what about the centaur? If I heal my leg now, ... He probably needs more healing than I do. AC, do you have enough power to pop over, then pop back here with him?\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "Stood back up from behind the table, and peered back towards Kiros, where she had left him ... And siiiighs,\n\"Crap... He's going to be hard to move... I don't have much power left.And ... Well dammit, but I'd better, huh? Or those dwarves...\"\nShe wasn't an up-front, in-your-face kinda knightly warrior... She prefered to be sneaky, cagey ... And especially not up-front and in the face of armored, well-armed dwarves! Dammit, what to do...\nShe took a brief moment to plot, scheme... Then she grinned.\n\"Just means I'll have to get more clever... Hildi, stay here and watch the others...\"\nShe curses to herself, shook her head, and proceeded to keen a few surreal, ethereal notes as she readied Ecki once more, brandishing it in her left hand... The whip sparked and crackled and writhed of her own accord as AC crouched, leapt ahead...\n\nWHOOSH!\n\n... And reappeared in that telltale shimmer of golden but somehow watery light 10' /3m or so to the left of the pair of dwarves that were approaching the fallen Kiros.\n\n\"Hey! You! Shabby-haired jerks! Who combed your beards, your blind grandmothers? You weak, pathetic ... Goblins! Q kobold could raise a better beard than you two! Heck, I Could! Not that I'd want to, my butt would be prettier than you two! C'mon!\"\" ... She snapped her crackling whip at the closer of the two!" }, { "author": "Nerdrat Leadwrought", "message": "\"NO!! Leave the... The centaur... We're gettin' outta here. KHUMRAS!? DARBAG...!?\"\nNerdrat tried to resist the help of his comrades, but felt his legs lock tight as he put pressure on them; the muscles wound tight with the infernal energy flowing back through him. He'd pushed himself too far, meaning the others would be overwhelmed soon enough. They had to escape, or at least get most of their soldiers home. Eventually he staggered to his feet, waving a frantic arm to search for his lieutenants, and signal the final retreat. A bloodshot eye snapped to AC and her companions, wincing slightly at the snap of her whip.\n\"IRONHAMMERS!! TO THE HEAAAARTH!!\"" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "The dwarves stalking Kiros scowled, turning from Kiros to AC. Brandishing their axes, both charged her, ignoring Nerdrat's order.\n\nThe dwarf fighting Llew took the mace square to the back of his skull. He fell.\n\nMeanwhile, the dwarves around Nerdrat hastened to push or carry him out of the square, eyes wide with fear as the other two lieutenants were nowhere to be found..." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros laid slump against the building, his breathing labored from both sets of lungs. He shook alert at the shout and looked about, his eyes half lidded in pain. He grunts slightly before, \"Oww...\" He slowly gets up, grabs a hammer... And takes a wild throw against one of the dwarves threating AC. He favors his left leg, curled under his underside. He stumbles a bit and waits to see if anybody can help him._" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "More blood splattered him, he saw the collapse, he thought he screamed in the horror, but he wasn't sure if sound escaped in the frantic situation. He tumbled and got back to his feet looking up, it was the crazy swords guy!? He just nodded and looked away to spare his sanity and from freaking out even more.\n\nHis eyes widened as they mobbed up. He hefted his mace and got to moving but struggling a moment as he went to a knee, confusion as his legs failed him. He suddenly hurled, the smell was too much, stuck for a moment as he recovered, looking up. Just a moment of rest, just a moment, he killed a man, he killed many men, by the gods.\n\nHe shuddered, he was-then saw the frozen horrified expression of a dead halfling, then another. His teeth gritted as he suddenly charged forth to find the next group, even though his charge was more of a stumble. It hurt worse to look at the dead halflings about, it hurt worse to know that he would be haunted by them by seeing his own family, he only had to move and do something, ANYTHING?! So he did, mace swinging tiredly, but with fury at the next dwarf, seems he was going to use all the fuel he had, and looked very much on the verge of collapse with how tired he was." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "The dwarf that Llew swung at dodged, glanced at the farmer, then turned and fled with the others.\n\n\"Llew,\" Lir said. \"Sit down, my dear boy. Take a breath. You did well. Thank you.\"\n\nLir, still unable to move much, waved at Llew as he spoke. \"They're running. I think it's over, mostly.\" Here and there were still some fights, including AC pulling the dwarves away from the downed Kiros.\n\nThen, the dwarves running down one street began screaming, turning around, climbing over each other in their desperation to get out of the narrow street that now echoed with the beating of massive hooves." }, { "author": "Sir Jathak Artudian", "message": "Artudian and Kyre slammed back into the square at a full gallop. More dwarves fell under Kyre's hooves; another one to a crossbow bolt to the face." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "As the horse and rider team ran, Lir gulped.\n\n\"Oh, no,\" He whispered, but he knew precisely Why They were still surging uncontrollably through the streets.\n\n\"Jathak!\" Lir yelled. \"Here!\"" }, { "author": "Sir Jathak Artudian", "message": "And the massive warhorse turned, facing Lir and Llew, and trotted towards them.\n\nA huge bloodied animal ridden by an equally bloodied fighter. Pinkish foam slimed the destrier's body, and the white feathered hooves were now clumped with rusting red. A few red streams crept down Kyre's flanks as his rider, who had reloaded his crossbow, stared down... Or through... Or at Llew. The crossbow remained pointed at the ground for the moment.\n\nKyre whuffed. His ears swiveled backwards as Artudian glared down at Llew." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir stared at them. \"Llew. Llew, sit down.\" His voice had gone from comforting to commanding as the two stared at them. \n\nArtudian was hot and agitated and terrified and infuriated; Lir smiled at him, trying to calm him.\n\n\"Goodness, Wolf, you look like you've taken Kyre for a spa day at an abattoir,\" Lir grinned. \"And had a terribly violent masseuse.\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew looked up tiredly from his name, looking to Lir, what was he saying? He stared a moment, then up at the horse, then rider. He stared for a moment, then he heard the voice again. Sit? He could do that, who was that anyway? Lir? Captain? Didn't matter, he looked at the rider and the horse, the glare... Was he seen as the enemy? He plopped down, nodding. Bloody mace resting in his lap, he looked down at it, a look of horror, was that his doing? Then at his hands, it dripped. He looked away. On to the ground, he felt the ash hit his hair, the thickness of metal, copper and iron, the taste. He kind of slumped there, perhaps he moved closer? He wasn't aware, his eyes fluttered, calling sleep, but how foolish? Was there not dwarves... But he needed rest... Just some rest. And so he rested." }, { "author": "Sir Jathak Artudian", "message": "Artudian kicked his feet out of the stirrups and dismounted, sliding down Kyre's flank as the warhorse gently craned his neck around and nudged Artudian's shoulder.\n\nWincing, Artudian strode over to Lir, kneeling down and gently prodding Lir's broken leg." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Wolf,\" Said Lir as Llew collapsed. \"Help him. Please. He's a bit worse off than I am at the moment.\" \n\nWhen Artudian shook his head, Lir pressed his lips together. \"Please, Jathak,\" He sighed. \"He protected me, and he did rather a good job of it, too.\"\n\nLir also motioned to the other banquet table. \"Heidi's broken her leg, too. There's lots of wounded,\" Lir told Artudian." }, { "author": "Sir Jathak Artudian", "message": "Artudian paused, then turned to the young man slumping down to the ground, bleeding, with the mace in his lap. He grabbed Llew and eased him onto his left side, pulling the mace aside for the moment. He scanned the young man's wounds, then looked back at Lir.\n\nRising stiffly, Artudian limped to the remains of the table that he and Kyre had largely destroyed. He seized the tablecloth and jerked it free, sending more foodstuffs and plates flying. He picked through the wreckage, plucking out of it long slivers of wood.\n\nArtudian dragged the tablecloth and pieces of wood back to Lir and Llew. He knelt by Llew, eyeing the young man again, and drew a dagger to begin ripping strips from the tablecloth. These he started wrapping over Llew's wounds. Hardly ideal, but the biggest goal currently was to control the bleeding." }, { "author": "Kyre", "message": "With Artudian occupied, Kyre scanned the field. His ears went back as he saw AC engaging two dwarfs. There was also an injured centaur.\n\nAn equine friend! Kyre trotted over to Kiros and began sniffing him. He nipped at Kiros's clothing and harness, looking for something to grab onto and pull, hoping to help the centaur to his feet." }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "He didn't give much chase to the remaining dwarves as he watched the men recuperate from their assault. Having no space to quarter left and not associated with the other men who valiantly took action on the front, including Llew, his rage began to simmer down within. For now, his mind settles on one course of action as he quietly turned away, reaching down to pluck up a sword from the floor from a fell soldier.\n\nHe did so quietly and proceeded back into the much more clearer side of the town where he forced refugees to evacuate in barricaded sections of road and more. Seeing some of the bodies beneath his feet evoked not much emotion from him, as he is no stranger to carnage, but his soul ached each time he saw yet another facedown victim of this once-relentless siege. With sword in hand, he silently made his way to each shelter, one by one and eyeing the current conditions of the people. Some did notice him and how worn and torn he appeared, but he just simply left before anyone could caution him to safety.\n\nAs he made it to the last shelter where Ms. Seavers was located, he eyed her and the other remaining masses of citizens that were recuperating from the attack. His body was slowly beginning to dwindle back to some pang of recognition towards it's humanity and it's limits; an ache coming from each muscle on his body as he overexerted energy. This made his wounds feel more tense and painful, a burning sensation from each. He carefully, without trying to alert the others outside, drags himself along the wall as he felt the weariness setting on him. Now in the middle of the street where fires simmer and some rage from the sides, he felt his body giving way to weakness.\n\nHis eyes dim slowly, waving between consciousness and not, to soon set close as he slowly pulled himself down to the floor covered in strays of hay. With him turning over a shoulder and collapsing on his back, his thoughts recede and he lets the bare comfort of inaction wash over him. With no resistance, he fell slumber in a clearing on the floor, away from the other bodies. As his mind sets into pained dreams, a voice from afar, demented and deep screeched out to him like a banshee.\n\nYou will not rest here! I will not allow it!\n\nIt beckoned, before he laid unconscious." }, { "author": "anonymousraccoon_", "message": "Ody used the last of her reserves to cast fireball at the two dwarves bothering her buddy. Then she soft of sank to the ground and looked exhausted - but the big ball of flame headed their way made things worth it. Did she enjoy the destruction?" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "By now, Heidi would have, with Hildi's help, splinted her broken leg and cleaned off Heidi's cuts and bruises. Heidi would have insisted on Hildi helping her over to Lir, too, to see what aid he needed, too. While she could have at least mostly-fixed herself up, she was holding her magic in reserve for when Kiros was brought to her. ... Well, that, and the twin Vividly* Recall how Jathak, and to a lesser-extent Lir, are rather... Averse To magic... \nSo, she hobbled along with Hildi's help for now, gritting her teeth in pain, and offered to help Llew,\n\"What ... Can I do to ... Help,\" Heidi asked with breathless effort." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC had been brandishing her whip to try to make the pair of dwarves stay back, anticipating the fireball. But, even then, she still squawked and Hit the deck When the fire rained down and scorched her two dwarven opponents!\n\n\"Dammit! That was too close!\" She patted at her hair and the back of her clothes to brush away cinders and ash... Patted out the smoldering spots on her back and behind... And clambered quickly up to survey the damage.\n\n\"Well, that helped... Where'd they go? Oh... There they are...\"\nShe shaded her eyes with her hand and spotted the two dwarves... Way Over there...\n\n\"Yeah, I don't think they'll be back, hehe ... Hey, centaur guy! Lemme — oh! Hi!\"\nShe grinned at Kyre... Who...* \"Wow, you sure got your exercise today, huh?\"\n\nShe stepped over to Kyre and Kiros, finally achieving that goal she'd set out on ... What seemed like so long ago, but really was at most long minutes. ...\nShe kept a wary eye out for the remaining dwarves, Especially that darned Nerdy Rat!, and grinned happily at Kyre, \n\n\"Oh good! You found a new friend! Can you help him over there to Lir? I was going to help him over there myself, but yeah, I bet you'd have a much easier time of it! Besides, I also wanted to check on poor Juchin, and check on my friend Ody, the one who's been flinging all that fire down! Thanks!\"\n\nAC's whip reached up her thong and waved happily to Kyre, too, \"Hi!!!\" But, \n\nAC trotted off to check on Juchin first, as she was still pretty sure Ody's still safe up on that roof, while she knew Juchin is hurt. She hurried back to the ruins of the tea stand! She sadly surveyed the wreckage while she rushed to the fallen tea vendor, \"Juchin! Speak to me!\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew kind of stayed in his sitting, laying position. He heard speaking, but it was warbly, distant in a way. He looked up at Jathak as he knelt, who was this? He stared a moment in between large, heaving breaths as sweat made way like hornets to sting his eyes. Wasn't that the one on the horse. He glances as his wounds were being bandaged. Is this why resting? Oh... Ok.\n\nHe looked about and motioned \"T-the others mista, more 'urt then I.\" He muttered out, barely a motion in his state, not resisting tending as he flopped a glance as he saw others approach, eyes beginning to focus but still not clear as he laid down for a moment, confusion on his face why his body decided to relax, not even noticing the mace disappearing from his grip, despite still thinking he held it. He tried to mutter his hellos but a long, slow groan escaped instead as he head sunk back, swimming, the itching he feeling turning into pain as he stared into a smoky sky as focus slowly restored its'self." }, { "author": "Captain Gallane Drakar", "message": "Gallane heaved, taking in great lung fulls of air. A gauntlet'd hand shaded the sun from his eye as he stood back. Watching dwarves flee, the man was looking grim and satisfied with dried blood caked upon one side of his face. His exhaustion made one feel like he had been battling through sweet berry syrup that was upon the festivals tasty-cakes. Yet, he smiled. His men fought to reclaim the city with compelling tenacity. Of course when fighting for your homes and loved ones... Gallane sighed a breath filled with relief. He never should have doubted his sheriff's for even a moment. For while they had they their shortcomings—\n\nHis second best~ Stooks. Was spotted. He came running frantically across the square towards Gallane . And the sheriff looked quite battered.\n\n The captain's eyes went hard, as he studied the oncoming man. He stopped upon arrival and hurriedly began blurting a tumbling torrent of words. The captain picked out a few key things which made his heart stop cold. \"The shepherd\" \"Massacre\" And \"Dwarf\". \n\nAnd like so, Gallane's exhaustion could be ignored, it would have to be. He sprinted, as fast as he could manage in such a state... Yet all the while he thought; about how he had been the one to call that civilians group at the Shepherd for safety. Once again he had failed his people. He would make this right." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros slowly gets up with Kyre's help and heads over to others, his head pounding with a headache like no other, \"Thank you... Slave...\" He mutters under his breath, semi respectfully. His voice sounds... Tired and not entirely there. His gaze moves about the damage and he just groans, \"Nails... They are gonna need... Nails...\" He gently pushes Kyre over to the other group of people, his left leg curled and... Not in an entirely healthy angle, held under his front. He winces has he moves and looks down, \"Oh... That.. Is going to hurt... Soon...\" He looks about briefly before, \"Any healers?\" He calls out a bit. His gaze looks down the road at the fleeing dwarves with disgust._" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "Mrs Seavers followed armed men around the city, her own bloodied sword and dress mingling with the massacre of Miller Dale.\n\nFinally, as she approached a group of citizens, that which she had been seeking fled to greet her.\n\n\"Auntie!\" Cried Miss Fleurie Seavers, rushing up to Mrs Seavers and embracing her.\n\nMrs Seavers sighed in relief. \"You will stay with me now,\" She told Fleurie. \"We must get home once everything here is handled.\"\n\nMiss Seavers then locked her eyes on Elysain as he struggled along the wall.\n\n\"He saved us,\" Fleurie told her aunt. \"He made barricades to protect us and led us to safety. He's... He's wounded, oh no!\" Miss Seavers gasped as Elysain collapsed unconscious.\n\nMrs Seavers released her niece and strode towards the others who were still hiding.\n\n\"We have been told to make our way to the Singing Shepherd,\" She announced. \"Bring the wounded. It should be safe there. There is an unconscious gentleman outside who needs assistance.\"\n\nAs the citizens cautiously slipped back into the streets, several were eager to heft up the unconscious Elysain–one man lifting his shoulders, another picking up his feet, and several supporting his back. A woman grabbed the sword he had dropped, and several people pressed shreds of cloth to Elysain's wounds to try to stanch his bleeding.\n\nThe group made its way towards the Singing Shepherd. A human carried an injured halfling on her back. A dwarf laid on a stretcher borne by two other dwarves. A halfling and an elf shared the contents of their flasks as the Singing Shepherd came into view.\n\nOne of the dwarves threatening AC narrowly dodged Kiros's thrown hammer. Then he stopped to point and laugh at the injured centaur.\n\nSome of the dwarves peeled off from fleeing at seeing the warriors who had killed their friends and family now mostly down. \n\nRipe for vengeance.\n\nThey rushed towards the injured group before Odawyn's fireball set several of their number on fire again, including the two who had been chasing AC.\n\nAt this point, the remaining dwarves lost what was left of their nerve and fled the square, stumbling over each other to return to the hearth.\n\nJuchin groaned as AC ran up to her.\n\n\"Oh, my hips,\" She scowled. \"I can't stand. All for the best; what did they Do To my tea stall?\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "As Heidi approached them, Artudian glowered at her. He pawed his hand down several times before Lir said, \"He wants you to sit down.\"\n\nLir had begun shivering, and he smiled at the Hoff twins. \"Bit nippy, isn't it? Got to account for spring and all that.\"" }, { "author": "Sir Jathak Artudian", "message": "As the fireball exploded behind them, Artudian grabbed both Lir and Llew as hot air suddenly raced over them, crouching over them to take the brunt of the heat on his back. Once the heat dispersed, he picked up his crossbow and twisted around but saw only dwarves dispersing into the side streets. Blood trickled from a massive slash across his chest, as well as several others that cut into his arms and legs.\n\nArtudian set the loaded crossbow down and turned back to Lir and Llew. Artudian undid the belt which held the white shawl draped over his clothing, and he wrapped the shawl around Lir before poking at Lir's broken leg.\n\nLir groaned as Artudian used a dagger to slice his boot off, then unwrapped the leather strap girding his left hand. Picking up the longer pieces of wood he had acquired, Artudian used the shards of wood and the leather strap to temporarily splint Lir's leg, stabilizing it just enough so that Lir could be moved safely." }, { "author": "Kyre", "message": "Kyre bobbed his head up and down at AC, and he whickered at Ecki. He had certainly gotten his exercise today!\n\nWhen Kiros addressed him as \"Slave,\" One ear went forward, then the other back. Kyre pinned both his ears back as Kiros pushed him over to the others.\n\nKyre moved in front of the banquet table, blocking Artudian, Lir, and Llew from everyone else. The horse huffed, deeply disturbed and insulted by Kiros calling him a mere slave.\n\nBut, as he stood, Kyre eyed a strawberry cake on the table. He shoved his muzzle into the cake and began gorging himself on it." }, { "author": "Sir Jathak Artudian", "message": "Artudian stood, sliding one hand on Kyre's neck whilst the horse gorged himself on strawberry treats.\n\nArtudian studied Kiros's injured leg, trying to keep both Lir and Llew from collapsing." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew was already enjoying sweet collapsing rest. Mind somewhere between wanting to wake up and wanted another five minutes. At the Fireball he did wake up, the sudden heat hitting him. He was Groggy, but awake now. He blinked his gaze, looking over to Lir, then Jathak then... Was that one of the twins. He blinked, sitting up, looking over, his mace was too the side. He rubbed his face, smearing soot and blood both.\n\nHe sat there a moment, and frowned, Old mister Lir was not doing well. He looked back to Jathak, and wince, he saw blood, he saw flames. He nodded, then huffed getting to his knees, then too his feet. He almost passed out from the pain, he bent down to pick up the mace and almost fell over. He remained bent over for far longer then Llew would ever admit , straightening up then blinking at the sight of a horse eating a cake. He just stared as he got the mace up to his shoulder with a stumble, glancing to a glass of what ever and downing it, he thought he drunk juice, but it was wine. It was refreshing though.\n\nAs he stood, he seemed to just be resting, knee's shaking.\n\n\"Goin... Ta... Catch breath... Then... Help others... So... Won't need... Watch.\" He panted out, head bent forward as he caught his breath, then straightened it still sweating. Just needed a few more minutes is all... Right?" }, { "author": "Sir Jathak Artudian", "message": "\"Bloody hell, Llew, stop it. If you don't take care of yourself, you can't help anyone else. Sir Jathak rather hates this sort of false bravado,\" Lir mumbled as Artudian turned to the delirious young farmer.\n\nArtudian snorted at Llew, then tried to seize the mace from the young farmer's grasp, especially since the enemies had left. \n\nIn these moments, Artudian had been able to bear others' touches, at least as long as he had control of the contact. He stared at Llew, his blue-iron eyes commanding, the massive scar across his face dripping with fresh-shed blood. He was, with his greying hair and the wrinkles on his face, obviously slightly older than Lir.\n\nAnd his stout muscular physique suggested that he was, by far, the more experienced warrior of the two.\n\nArtudian pulled his lips back in a snarl.\n\n\"Wolf, Wolf,\" Lir called. \"He's just a boy. Be gentle with him. Please.\"\n\n\"Llew, my boy,\" Lir continued. \"He's trying to help you. Let him; he knows what he's doing.\"\n\nLir coughed as he tried to sit up. \"I'm... I'm not a knight, Llew,\" He said. \"But he is.\"\n\nAfter a swallow, Lir decided to introduce them to each other. \"Sir Jathak, this is Llew. Llew, this is Sir Jathak Artudian.\"" }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew looked over, trying to motion, but the mace was too heavy, he almost dropped it and Jathak would be easily able to take it.\n\n\"But... The people!\" He stated, he said looking back, giving back a good old fashioned, stubborn farmer stare, that did not save him from falling over to star at the sky in confusion as his legs gave out. He nodded. \"Help... Aight... But...\" He stopped talking as he looked back to Jathak, a knight. He bowed his head, not having the energy to bow. There was people to save though! He sputtered and just nodded, raising a hand in greeting and remained seated. The call was too strong now to do much then sit here now. He grunted a mix of stubbornness, relief, and thanks as he bobbed his head up and down.\n\n\"Lo thar.\" He eventually said in greeting, heavily delayed, but he got it out" }, { "author": "Sir Jathak Artudian", "message": "Llew looked over, trying to motion, but the mace was too heavy, he almost dropped it and Jathak would be easily able to take it. \"But... The people!\" He stated, he said looking back, giving back a good old fashioned, stubborn farmer stare, that did not save him from falling over to star at the sky in confusion as his legs gave out. He nodded. \"Help... Aight... But...\" He stopped talking as he looked back to Jathak, a knight. He bowed his head, not having the energy to bow. There was people to save though! He sputtered and just nodded, raising a hand in greeting and remained seated. The call was too strong now to do much then sit here now. He grunted a mix of stubbornness, relief, and thanks as he bobbed his head up and down. \"Lo thar.\" He eventually said in greeting, heavily delayed, but he got it out \n\nArtudian, not understanding the words, tilted his head as he pulled the mace from Llew's hands. \n\nArtudian stood, Llew's mace in one hand. The other he slid onto Kyre's neck.\n\nAfter Kyre had finished demolishing the strawberry cake, he dropped to his knees, laying down.\n\nArtudian huffed, then turned and picked up Lir. He placed Lir onto Kyre's saddle, then, with one hand on Lir's good ankle, gestured to Llew and pointed at the saddle.\n\nHe wanted Llew to mount Kyre and hold Lir. As an incentive, perhaps, Artudian slid Llew's mace into a sheath attached to Kyre's saddle." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew eventually would notice his mace was taken... Well, technically, it was someone else's mace, the really scary blood guy... He had to thank him still. Llew watched, brows furrowing, Lir got on the saddle and... Was being pointed at? He stared a moment, then looked from the horse, then to Lir. He saw the mace being sheathed, eyes widen. Were they... Leaving? He got up, stumbled over, and stared. Had he ridden horses? Kind of, have to plow the fields, has he ridden a horse with a saddle? Nope...\n\nHe looked back at Artudian, then back to the horse, and went to get on, or tried to get on. It was to be determined how badly this would go with how tired Llew was, it very much liked like someone flopping about like a fish. But he was trying!" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir grabbed the saddle horn with one hand and stretched the other out for Llew to grab.\n\nAs Kyre was lying down, the horse was much easier for Llew to mount, even with how much Llew flopped. Llew would be able to slide his feet into the stirrups as well, since he was near Artudian's height. Lir would reach out to steady Llew, his brows knotted in concern.\n\n\"Calm down, Llew,\" Lir lowed. \"You're all right. Just straddle him. Put your feet in the stirrups. Kyre will take care of us.\"" }, { "author": "Sir Jathak Artudian", "message": "After helping Llew onto Kyre, Artudian stepped towards Kiros. He stared at the centaur's leg, then turned to pick up more pieces of wood. He then stretched out a hand to gently touch Kiros's leg, feeling for breaks that need to be stabilized." }, { "author": "lostsoul8532", "message": "Llew, after much flopping, eventually caved, took the hand and used it to climb on with a grunt. Face stoic and courageous... That did nothing to hide how exhausted he was as he got on and just sat there... Possibly laid there, maybe both, grunting his thanks for help and going still, looking half way between sleep and 'I'm going to do something', seems he was choosing rest at the moment as he huffed and puffed" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC nods as she helps up the elderly tea vendor Juchin, \"I know, I know... Bunch a' ... Well, I could throw around many bad words... Are you badly hurt? Let me help you over to my friends, one of them knows some healing magicks and more mundane methods, whichever you prefer. I'll help you clean up once the danger is past, ok?\" \nShe'll carefully aid the old woman in the direction of the Hoffs Lir, and Jathak." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "Meanwhile, with Hildi's help, Heidi, having splinted her own leg, would hobble over to take a look at Kiros' leg, \"Oh my... What can be done for this? I am not as familiar with horse legs as I am humanoid ones, would a splint work the same way...\" She sideglanced warily at Jathak, but with quavering voice, she nonetheless put forth, \"I have some healing magic if need be. He's much worse injured than I, so I could use it on him, first.\" She eyed Jathak stubbornly," }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "Approaching with Juchin, overhears Heidi's suggestion to Jathak, and winces... Uh oh, she hoped Jathak wouldn't do anything ... Well, what Would* He do? She looked for somewhere Juchin could rest, to set her there." }, { "author": "Nerdrat Leadwrought", "message": "Seeing as the resistance had moved on as he had given the order to retreat, Nerdrat used this opportunity to gather as many of his men - alive, injured or otherwise - and hotfoot for the exit. They'd just waltzed in the front entrance, so no breach to take advantage of... They bolted for it, the warlock's eyes darting about at every flick of movement.\n\"Those damned fools! They better get outta' there soon... No-one tell the Grandmaster, we were never here!\"\nHe coughed to his remaining associates, a silent nod shared between them all. For a raid, this had gone abysmally..." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Captain! You're gonna let 'em go?!\"\nThe marksman barked at Gallane, stomping over to his vanguard whilst firing off trailing bolts into the backs of Ironahammers. Each one was followed with a cursing in archaic Dwarvish, Gitroki recognising a few of them from the mining clans." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros grumps slightly at the pain as the other gently prods his leg, \"It's broken...\" He uncurls his left leg and he teeters slightly on his three hooves as the pain flares, \"Oooh... It did not like that...\" His complexion seems to get a bit whiter. What Jathak feels is a clean break and huge bruising along the whole lower leg. He waits patiently, wavering the whole time, \"Stupid... So stupid...\" His voice comes out with a grumble, \"Both I... And these blasted dwarves...\" He looks to Heidi, \"I apologize...\" His voice comes out regretfully and just turns his gaze away, clearly.. Ashamed...\n\nHis gaze turns back to the knight, \"Kiros... And you are?\"_" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "Other fleeing citizens speaking of carnage in the Singing Shepherd, as they had informed Captain Drakar's unit, caused the growing group of citizens to pause in the streets.\n\n\"What do we do now?\" Asked the one-legged halfling clinging to the back of a human.\n\nThose carrying the injured set them down carefully, Elysain included. Fleurie knelt next to him, pressing a cloth to one of his wounds.\n\nMrs Seavers, who had apparently taken command of the small group, watched Captain Drakar sprint towards the Singing Shepherd.\n\n\"It seems there is still a bit more to take care of,\" Mrs Seavers told the assembly. \"Perhaps... Let us check on the wounded for now. Then we can have a thought about where we ought next to go.\"" }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "Bare consciousness, slipping between a world of a painful reality and a nightmare beyond it. He hears the deep winds from a mountainous valley he recalls from a time past, alluring the nostalgia out of his mind. The hands carrying him remind him of a distant scene of where his friends, a continent or two away were pulling him through the trenches of a war-torn greenery field to find mystic, unique creatures. Though as the image rendered itself dark, the faint image of the actual scene of his bloodied body being carried and laid down came to view.\n\nWhy am I remembering all of this?\n\nWhere am I?\n\nThe thoughts echoed in the chamber of blackness, isolation in his mental escape. Though the solitude of his unconscious mind was soon invaded by the image of a silhouette with faint godrays behind his broad body. Observing while laid out on the floor both in his dream realm and in reality, incapable of movement via sleep paralysis, he listens to the squelch and crunch of leather boots beside his ear before the shadowy man knelt down beside him, whispering to him in the thick, somewhat Slavic accent of theirs. The male's coarse voice spoke to him carefully,\n\n\"Everything is going as intended. The boy shows remarkable talent for murder, perhaps even the art of senseless violence. You have done well to raise such a remarkable soldier, but he is sloppy in technique and training. Look at him, he is covered like a pig in mud, with little pricks across his entire body. It's time to let go of this maternal passion, woman — let him become a retributionist.\"\n\nHis eyes widen as he vaguely recalls this deep-rooted and long lost memory of his. Just as the man began to walk away with the light fading behind him, Elysain struggled to move up from the hard floor beneath him. His mouth made movement and his jaw shifted up and down faintly, but no voice came from it to his horror. Eventually as he squeezed his eyes shut and felt his body shake violently, he felt the invisible restraints on his body release and so quickly, he opened his eyes and gasped for air.\n\nFleurie's hand was pressed away as Elysain woke up back in the real world, no longer in the vivid hallucination that was his dream. He had beads of sweat coming down his temple and down his stubbled complexion, heaving uncomfortably for air as he risen from the nightmare. His mangy and curly locks of bloodied hair were also damp from fearful sweat he had accrued from this vision. Though he quickly comes to be relieved as he locks eyes with Fleurie momentarily, and then the rest of the others in the building thye reside in before eventually, and slowly placing himself back down.\n\n\"I ...\"* A huff, \"Is everyone okay?\" He asked the person next to him in a low volume." }, { "author": "Khumras Goldhammer", "message": "Khumras swung his fist directly at Mayor Thistlefoot's head. Then he spun around and ducked out of the mayor's office and back towards the square.\n\nCatching up with Nerdrat as the last of them streamed out of the city, Khumras choked out, \"Nerdrat! Your Arms!\" He joined the small group of dwarves supporting Nerdrat as they stumbled their way out of Miller Dale and back towards Hearth's Keep." }, { "author": "Juchin (NPC)", "message": "Juchin groaned as AC helped her over to the group of wounded gathering in front of the stage in the square.\n\n\"Whatever helps me the fastest,\" The old woman croaked. \"If I can't stand, I can't do anything.\"" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "As Elysain locked eyes with her, Fleurie blushed. \"Well...,\" She started. \"No, to be perfectly honest. There's many people wounded. Some are dead. I think there are dwarves in the Singing Shepherd, and Captain Drakar and his men are going to get rid of them.\"\n\nFleurie watched Elysain sweat and struggle to sit up. \"We've got you now. We're just trying to find somewhere to go that's safe, since the Singing Shepherd isn't.\"" }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "After the confirmation and brief understanding of their current situation, Elysain managed to fully sit up from the floor and curl his arms around his knees. His gaze settled on the doorway of the building they reside in temporarily, soon subconsciously reaching his hand back down to the leather scabbard strapped on his hip.\n\n\"Right, okay ... People are wounded. Okay.\" Muttering to himself to clear his head.\n\"Alright, I ... I got a bag left on a tree just beside this building. It has some herbal medicine I couldn't sell off, it should help.\" Explaining exactly where he woke up when this crisis emerged before his eyes.\n\n\"I don't know any places safe around here, but I need to go help the Captain. But I need you to do something for me first —\" Slowly reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder.\n\"There is a unique blend of herbs in there, should look like some red and brown crushed up leaves in a small vial. When they get my bag, I need you to give it to me. Can you and the others do that?\"" }, { "author": "Sir Jathak Artudian", "message": "Artudian dropped his hand from Kiros's broken leg as Heidi approached. Wobbling around on a broken leg.\n\nAs he examined a centaur wobbling around on a broken leg.\n\nAs an old woman was brought over with a broken hip.\n\nAs a young bloody farmer refused to sit still.\n\nArtudian sighed, both hands falling into his lap as he... Just started staring forward." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir cleared his throat.\n\n\"Ah, Sir Jathak... This is Kiros,\" He said after the centaur had introduced himself. \"Kiros, this is Sir Jathak Artudian.\"\n\nArtudian simply continued staring at the air in front of him.\n\nLir looked at Llew. \"I need your help,\" He said, before realizing that the young farmer who was barely able to sit upright would likely not be much help.\n\n\"Just, er... Just stay here. Don't move,\" Lir told Llew.\n\nGrimacing, Lir slid himself out of the saddle and onto the ground. Keeping his injured leg up, he managed to squirm along the ground and scoot next to Artudian.\n\n\"Hey,\" Lir said softly, leaning into the knight. \"Wolf. Not now. Please not now. We need you here.\"" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "Fleurie nodded. \"We can,\" She told Elysain before rising. After grabbing a few other people, she ran off in search of Elysain's bag of healing herbs.\n\nAs the group snuck towards the Singing Shepherd, Mrs Seavers yelled, \"Fleurie!\"\n\nThen the woman sighed. \"Goodness,\" She snorted as she cast a disapproving eye at Elysain and followed the group searching for Elysain's bag." }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "Just for security sake, he forced himself up to his feet, hissing a snarl out from the abdominal pain and tailed the group after they had left to go get the bag. He made sure to have his hand by his sword in case anything happened. But he needs that specific herbal blend if he's going to return back to the Captain and the others at the Sleeping Shepherd.\n\nHe knew there wasn't going to be much dwarves out, so he mostly did it just to keep the group some safe company. Besides, there was around 19 or so blends that can support the multitude of wounded civilizations, so the trip wouldn't be for nothing. Especially if they knew the blend is a sap-like treatment for infections.\n\nAs he walked out, he couldn't help but wonder who that man in his nightmare was ...\n\n[INFO: Vespero] Backpack contents: x9 poppy milk with yarrow concentrate (small herbal vials), x3 of nettle tonics (small herbal vials), x3 minor healing potions (small; alchemy), x2 sage concentrate tonics (large vial), X1 Mysterious red & brown leaf crushed vial" }, { "author": "Mayor Podrick Thistlefoot", "message": "Podric was anything except a warrior. Even in the heyday of his youth, he was never one who intimidated anyone, and not only because of his minute size. One thing that he could credit for himself, however, was an uncanny sense of self-preservation, so it was quite unlike the Dale's little mayor to step up and try fighting, even with a competent warrior there to support his efforts.\n\nHe barely managed to make a single swing of his makeshift weapon, which naturally did not connect, but took a rather sensation blow to his temple from Khumras' fist. The blow threw him backwards, and the back of his head slammed into the corner of his human-sized desk which dominated the room. The mayor crumpled to the floor with an exhaled groan, the rolling-pin trophy tumbling from his hands to land on the floor beside him. Two bloody head wounds, one at his temple, one at the back of his head would make him seem much more wounded than he actually was, but he wouldn't be able to worry about that. Dizziness gave way to darkness, and Miller Dale's little mayor fell into unconsciousness." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "Miss Seavers and her companions crept slowly towards the Singing Shepherd. As they neared the building, the hollering of the dwarves inside became louder, interspersed with the occasional sniffle from a seriously injured barmaid.\n\nFrightened hands dug around every tree around the building, until Fleurie Seavers came up with the bag in her hands.\n\n\"Here! We've got it!\" She whispered harshly as she stood and ran back towards Elysain, with Captain Drakar's unit closing on the Singing Shepherd.\n\nMrs Seavers, sword in hand, escorted them back to the main group.\n\n\"It sounds like more are injured inside,\" Mrs Seavers told everyone. \"And probably more will be so. Wield your weapons, and let us hide in the trees and tend to the wounded.\"\n\nMiss Fleurie Seavers pressed the bag into Elysain's hand.\n\n\"That was so smart of you. How did you know to hide it by the Singing Shepherd?\" Again the young woman's face blushed furiously as her fingers brushed Elysain's." }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "\"I ...\" Drifting his gaze off to the side awkwardly as he managed his way up to the group.\n\nHow does he explain that he was actually crashing on this tree because he lost his money to a very bad horse incident on the road? By incident, he defines it more as a Tragedy With how that errors that defined it. Though he digresses these thoughts and clears his throat, resuming his explanation on the matter.\n\n\"It's a long story! But for now, I need you to get this bag back to the others and hand it off for the practitioners. It's all the essentials needed for medicine for immediate treatment.\" Quickly doting off the story and explaining the situation, he inspects the side of the building they were upon and observes the structural integrity. He has a rather hazardous plan that he's brewing by the looks of his inquisitorially piercing eyes and stern brow.\n\nHe focuses back down onto his bag and quickly rummages through it after flipping the leather flap over, pulling out the specific leaf-crush vial and soon handing it back into Ms. Seavers' arms. \"I'm going to meet with the Captain and his men to plan on going inside. You __must__ stay safe, understood?\" Clasping his hand back onto her shoulder and awaiting an answer." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "Miss Seavers nodded, clutching the bag to her chest and turning even redder as Elysain touched her shoulder. She ran back to the group, where there was a hushed discussion before one human and one elf stepped forward to examine the pack's contents, consult with each other, and then turn to start tending to the wounded with the medicines.\n\nThe Shepherd itself still stood, though a dwarf had exited the building with a warhammer. Gloating at Elysain and Captain Drakar, he started swinging the hammer at the water wheel.\n\nThen he spied Gitroki.\n\n\"Hey, boss!\" The dwarf yelled to Darbad. \"Gitroki's here!\"" }, { "author": "Captain Gallane Drakar", "message": "Gallane was in tough shape, though if you'd been there and seen the other guy.. Dwarf I should say... Well honestly you would just be glad not to be him. The man had commanded a good portion of guards and sheriffs to hold the Dale centre square, the rest to continue securing the city and a handful with him. Drakar had no formal military experience, and he was no general. Though he was confident in their success. Luckily many of the civilians of Miller Dale were not ones to be trifled with. If not for them or other random festival goers, things would have been far worse. \n\n Gallane blinked and realized he had become lost in thought as the tired handful of sheriffs slowed to a stop. The Singing Shephard in view. \n\n\" 'ere captain.\"\n Someone pushed a leather canteen into his hand, Gallane nodded. Thankful, it had been a long day. Did he really seem that worn out? \n Either way the captain had a chance to catch his breath, and he unstopped the canteen knocking back a large swig. \nShortly reeling and coughing with disgusted surprise~ He had been expecting water, not dark liquor tasting of leather. \n\n\"Damnit Stooks..\"\n\n\"Come off it cap'n it's good!\"\n\n And while Gallane had not been prepared, it did set a little fire going in his chest. Clearing away some of the exhausting haze. He could do this, he had to.\n\n The captain returned the canteen and turned towards the dwarf in front of the Shepherd, Chaos resounding from within. Gallane spied Elysain the blood crazed one from before. And was glad to have the man on his side. \n\nThen, he unsheathed his weapon, and charged." }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "As he walked his way over around the corner to eye the charge of the men, Elysain took a few breaths before eyeing the bottle in his hand and uncapping it. He murmurs to himself, \"This is a really bad idea. But I'm too hurt to continue without it ...\"\n\nLifting the glass bottle content over his lips and opening the maw, he ingested the crushed sample and quickly felt the emerging effects of adrenaline course through his body. With the glass being dropped to the side as he felt the pain subsiding across his body, he spat out some phlem that built up as a minor side-effect from his throat and slowly drags himself across the wall into the Singin Shepherd with the others. \n\nAs he had walked on inside behind the Captain, he cleared his throat and asked the captain while proceeding on in.\n\n\"You got any plan for this, or are we just going all out!?\" He yelled to overtake the sound of marching boots and armor as the multiple men made their way inside. As he spoke, he had withdrawn the remaining weapon he had on him, his own blade. Continuing inside, he felt pretty top-notch with the effects of the herbal drug taking place inside his body, rejuvenating him for one more large combat such as this. He was ready to kill dwarves in the name of Miller Dale, their people and the Captain." }, { "author": "Darbad Copperstorm", "message": "The Dwarves had laid waste to the city's premier watering hole. Most of the furniture that once decorated this proud establishment had now been put to the hammer. Each splinter of wood was inscrutible from the other. There now sat no chairs, no tables, no bar, not even a shelf to sit one's booze upon. The alcohol, the famed prize for many of the sailors that frequented this hallowed hall was spilt onto the floor. Some of it had made its way into the gullets of the dwarves. A few drops had splashed on their victim's faces, but they paid no mind. Hard to care about another's messy drinking habits when you're dead. \n\nThe Singing Shepard was the sight of a massacre. No one who was sitting here before the invasion was prepared for a fight. Blood pooled on the floor and stained the broken windows as the dwarves reveled with glee. \n\nAmong the reveling, one dwarf had heard a small commotion coming from outside. He went to check on it. \n\n\"Hey Boss!\"\n\nDarbad turned to face the now opened door and gazed upon the crowd. Same wicked, evil smile stretched across his face. His eyes stared coldly at whom he thought was the leader. The one in guard's attire who seemed to be already ragged from an earlier tussle. \n\n\"Hehehe...\" Darbad's voice rumbled as he laughed. It sounded more like a low, intimidating growl. \n\n\"Looks like the party is all here.\" Darbad continued. \"Let's make sure we give them a warm welcome.\"\n\nThe other dwarves howled at the opportunity for more bloodshed. They lept into action. Each trying their best to squirm their way out of the tavern and into the oncoming fray. Darbad himself remained steadfast within the tavern, his large greatsword still remained attached to his hand. He was unbothered, even as Gallane charged headfirst, trying to close the distance between them." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Damn it, Darbad you mad dog! Ya've had ya' fill, now get lost 'fore you get yerself an' the rest killed!\"\nThe marksman barked, loosing a bolt at the dwarf he called kin. He expected Darbad and the rest of his remaining entourage to die today, but to assist in that... He couldn't bring himself to do it. So as the band of heroes began their charge, Gitroki made a rolling retreat; eyes burning with hatred locked with Copperstorm." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "The dwarves who could rushed past Darbad and out of the remains of the Singing Shepherd. Axes and swords swung at Captain Drakar's men, trying to cut them down.\n\nOne dwarf ran towards Gitroki. \"Gitroki!\" He yelled. \"We need a good ranged fighter with us... Hey!\" The dwarf pointed his axe at Gitroki as Gitroki began to retreat.\n\n\"Help us, Gitroki! You traitor!\" The dwarf screamed as he swung his axe at one of the sheriffs.\n\nSeveral dwarves, however, remained in the Singing Shepherd. One charged Captain Drakar as the captain charged Darbad. Two others closed in on Drakar to protect their boss. Another two hurled themselves at Elysain, swords swinging." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir slid his hand around Artudian's bicep as the knight continued dissociating, failing to respond.\n\nThis left Heidi to continue most of the healing, including that of Kiros's broken leg. And perhaps Llew, who flopped about on Kyre's saddle. Kyre himself grumbled in discomfort, not wanting to lie down on the ground for much longer.\n\nLir sighed. \"Wolf, we have to get you back to the house,\" He told the currently catatonic knight. Lir doubted that would help much; their house had been looted and trashed like many others. Keeping Artudian in this situation, however, would lead to far worse.\n\nLir sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he thought about the destruction waiting for them. \"What the hell are we going to do?\" He mumbled before he again leaned against Artudian.\n\n\"Hey. Hey, Wolf. Let's go back to the house now. My leg hurts. Please?\"" }, { "author": "Elysain Soul, Pale Crusader", "message": "Progressing with the captain and now with stabilization across his ligaments, both sore and wounded, he continued with his sword and quickly became aware of the oncoming dwarves. He wisely chose not to progress and instead held his ground, ready with the sword ahead of him to survey any oncoming attackers in his way.\n\nAnd so there was; two coming side-by-side against him in a momentum of hurry; which enabled Elysain to precisely plan his attack out instead of bombarding as they did. He had quickly swayed his sword to a dwarf to his left, quickly stepping out of the range of the dwarf's strike from the right and swats their blade aside in a fervent parry, quickly engaging with the same blade in a drag across the dwarf's throat as they slid ahead past him.\n\nThis now leaves him Death-glaring The other dwarf as he had dispatched their partner. A silent showdown in a split of a second before he initiated his following counterattack upon the dwarf by engaging a sword-tip thrust towards their face." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "The dwarf whose throat caught Elysain's sword fell, gurgling for a few moments. The second dwarf who had charged Elysain took the man's sword-tip right to the face. He, too, fell.\n\nAs Captain Drakar's men thrust into the Singing Shepherd, nearly all of the dwarves lost their nerve, launching themselves out of broken windows and pushing out of the back door in the kitchens.\n\nDwarves with a better survival instinct grabbed their brethren and dragged them to any escape route they could, leaving Darbad alone to face Captain Drakar and his men." }, { "author": "Darbad Copperstorm", "message": "The hardened dwarf stared at his own men as they turned tail and ran away from the resistance. His face formed into a sneer as his contempt for his own men rose. \n\nPtoo! He spat on the ground. \"Cowards\". Scorn wrinkled his face into a damning frown. He was not pleased by this turn of events. \n\nHe allowed himself to be swarmed by the first wave of oncoming men. With his heart pumping he lifted his greatsword into an offensive stance and started to cleave into the crowd. He sliced into a few of the men. Their weapons cut into his as well, but comparing the injuries Darbad's wounds were comparable to papercuts. \n\nThe first wave of men didn't really stand a chance. Darbad's movements with his sword were unnatural. He didn't try to dodge, feint, or use any sort of masterful weapon art. He just simple slammed his sword as if it were a club, and yet the sword found its target every single time. His hand moved on its own, guided by an outside force.\n\nMost of the others halted after seeing the carnage that Darbad was able to cause in just a few swings. Anxiety and fear had crept into the edges of their minds. \n\nDarbad, with his barbarian spirit raging inside of him, charged toward the rest of the resistance. His weapon aimed toward the Captain, Gallane." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "After tending to Juchin for AC, breathing hard as she sent some of her magic into the old woman's hip, Heidi wearily looked back to Kiros. She glanced to the side to eye the limp Llew, but then she slid her gaze back to the hobbled centaur.\n\"Come here, I don't have much energy left, but we have to get you back on all fours. AC, can you help me check on that man?\" She'll nod to Llew, as she carefully hobbled herself, with Hildi's help, over to check out Kiros.\n\"Hold still, let me see your leg... Can you try to set it back down for me? Make sure to lean on something.\"\nProvided that he does as instructed, she will carefully poke and prod to ascertain the extent of the injuries to his limb... \"Brace yourself... Is it ok if I use magic to heal this?\" Presuming he agreed, she shall utter strange, twisting syllables, holding a hand-painted playing-card-like card against the leg, and with a shudder, silvery light flows through the card from her hands into his leg, stitching it back together. Having used the last of her magic, she'll slump back against Hildi, looking ready to doze off. \"Ugh... Well, that was my last healing card...\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "\"Didn't we already check on him? I think he's just tired out. Don't think any of that blood is his...\" But, she'd step over and check on Llew, \"You ok? Any of that blood yours?\" While she inquired of Llew, she'd glance over, with high concern, at Lir and Jathak." }, { "author": "Juchin (NPC)", "message": "Juchin, wobbly, stood up after the magic had knit her hip back together. \"Thank you. You're a good girl,\" She informed Heidi, the ever-present scowl still sneering across her face. \"You come find me soon, and I'll repay you.\"\n\nThe tea-seller wandered away from the group to study her destroyed stall. The entire stall was still aflame, and the burning teas and coffees combined into a slightly-unpleasant scent that permeated the entire square.\n\n\nJuchin sighed.\n\n\"Maybe it's time to retire,\" She grumbled to herself as she watched her stall burn.\n\nAfter a moment, she then muttered, \"Probably not. Still have the suppliers. Pity about some of those pots and rare teas, though.\"\n\nWith another sigh, the old woman hobbled away into the streets of Miller Dale." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros sighed his thanks as he was healed. He carefully put weight on the leg and it was sore, but holding the weight he was putting on it. It still felt weak as all heck, but it was mended. He looked about with a sigh, \"I'll go check the smithy... And get started...\" He walks with a bit of a limp, being careful on the mended leg. He calls back to Heidi, \"I am sorry...\" His posture was of slight shame... And aggravation, all to himself. His tail is flickering to and froe._" }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "\"No, don't worry about me. You, be careful on that leg for a good week or so. And, don't over-exert yourself in that time!\" She'd reply,* \nAs Kiros stepped off, Heidi would tilts her head this way and that, peering at his repaired leg, still trying to check if she has any other advice for him. \n\"I'd advise you let your apprentices or other helpers do the heavy lifting for a good week or so.\"" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "Hildi continued to stand as support for Heidi, her crutch if you will. She'd slide her gaze to look after Lir and Jathak, and eye that lolling farmer set up on Kyre, with wary concern." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "Would watch Juchin go, and call after her, \"Need any help with rebuilding your stall, let me know. I hope I can help somehow!\"\nShe was already plotting and scheming how this could work out mutually beneficial to Juchin and herself, of course, but set those thoughts aside as she kept a close, careful eye on Lir and Jathak, and that worn-out farmer." }, { "author": "Juchin (NPC)", "message": "Juchin turned and waved to AC as she shuffled away through the carnage.\n\n\"Nothing to be done now, dearie,\" The old woman said. \"I'm going to find somewhere safe to have a rest first. So should you.\"\n\nWith that, Juchin disappeared into the dying turmoil of the Miller Dale streets." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Jathak,\" Lir sighed. \"Come along now. We have got to leave.\"\n\nArtudian shuddered, and Lir tightened his grip on the man's arm.\n\n\"Oh, good, whining still works,\" Lir smiled. As Artudian suddenly lurched forward, Lir pulled him back. He winced as Artudian half-stood and dragged him forward.\n\n\"Hey, hey, no, no, no. Everything's... All right. Just sit a moment. Ah...,\" Lir studied the bloodied ground around them. Then he waved to Kiros.\n\n\"Kiros, my good fellow! We've a barn you can have a rest in. Once it's a bit more presentable, of course.\" Lir eyed the shaking man whose arm he held and managed to tug Artudian back. \"By the by, You're Cleaning that up, Wolf.\" He kept his voice as light and cheery as he could, but pain and fear clearly strangled his words. \n\nArtudian crouched beside Lir and had not stopped shaking or staring at the space in front of him. His hand slid around the stock of the crossbow.\n\nKyre, too, whickered at the centaur. However, the horse was getting uncomfortable with the amount of time he had been laying on the cobblestones, and he snorted in aggravation.\n\nLeaving the crossbow on the ground, Artudian rose. He moved over to the twins and stared down through them for a few moments.\n\nThen he picked Heidi right up and placed her on Kyre's saddle next to Llew. Lir was next. There was enough room for the three on Kyre's back, though it was a tight squeeze.\n\nArtudian pulled the shield free from the saddle and drew his longsword before securing the crossbow.\n\nCarefully, Kyre lifted himself to his feet.\n\nAt last, and albeit slowly, they finally moved off the field." }, { "author": "skout", "message": "[...Something is coming]\n\nIt took two full days to clear the streets of the bodies and debris left behind from the Ironhammer assault on Miller Dale. This was not to say that all signs of the attack had been eradicated; indeed, signs that the city had been attacked could be seen almost everywhere, from the damaged buildings, bloodstained cobblestones, and even the grim but resolute faces of the survivors.\n\nThe injured had been tended, and those fallen in defense of the city had been carried away to be prepared for sacred burial. Though Podric their mayor had been saved by heroes, the city had lost three members of the city council, and many hard-working and well-known people throughout the city from the dwarven rampage.\n\nOn the night of the second day after the end of the attacks, marker for the fallen had been placed along the perimeter of the market square where it had all begun. Wreaths and bouquets of spring flowers had been reverently placed around each, some by family and friends of the deceased, and as evening wore into night, members of the council distributed small beeswax candles that would normally have lit the evening air for joyous celebrations, but now served as the focal points for each of the markers. Market square would now be renowned not for its bustling daily activity, but as a somber reminder of a Spring Dawning in which so many lives had been lost.\n\nEntering the square with Captain Gallane at his side and the group of dwarven females from the Firebeard clan following behind him, Podric's right arm was in a sling and his head was encircled with a gauze bandage, but he was smiling brave but grim as they passed through the assembled crowds who had come to pay homage. \n\nA poor facsimile of his original grand stage had been resurrected, and with the help of a tall young man waiting nearby, Podric climbed up behind the makeshift podium, raising an arm to wave at the crowd, smiling patiently as he waited for everyone to quiet. \n\n\"Good people of Miller Dale!\" He called several times until he had their attention. \"My good citizens! We have endured such grim hardship and lost so many friends in this spring's violence, but Miller Dale has proven once more that the Free Cities shall not be cowed!\" While what free cities he referred to was not clear, nobody collected there could deny that they had somehow won the day. Their cheer was subdued, respectful, and nearly everyone's heads nodded along in agreement.\n\n\"This festival of Spring Dawning is over, but we shall never forget it!\" He continued, speaking slow, turning as he went to look out over everyone. \"This square– the Square of Spring Dawning– shall forever remind us to be vigilant and prepared, and not let us forget those who are no longer with us as a result of our past mistakes. Market Square shall become a memorial not only to them, but to all of us here in the Free City of Miller Dale, and we shall meet here each year to remember.\"\n\nThere seemed to be enough people behind that decision to generate some applause, though again it was subdued, respectful. There might be joy in future festivals, but not here, not now.\n\nPodric looked down at the papers in his hands and sighed, nodding slowly. \"For we have lost.\" And then began the list of names of the dead of Miller Dale. It was not excessively long, all things considered, but enough had died to turn what had once been a festival of merriment and celebration into a funeral rite. As each name was written, one of the remaining city council members lit the candle at the corresponding marker for that person in the square, until a U-shaped ring around the perimeter of the square was lit with tiny pricks of candlelight that flickered in the warm night air.\n\nAnd then after a lengthy moment of silence in respect of the fallen, the mayor lifted his head, smiling grimly. \"Our freedom this day was not by chance, but was ensured by a number of great heroes.\" The answering silence seemed to surprise the little mayor, so he repeated himself. \"Heroes, I say! We would be standing in smoldering piles of ash if not for these fine people!\"\n\nAnd so the list of names began.\"Kiros Metalhoof, Jathak Artudian, AC Gold, Hildi and Heidi Hoff, our own Captaine Gallane, Elysian Soul, Goodman Ezrah, Lir Silivasti, Goodman Llew, Odawynn Sparkleshine, Kale Von Lycaon, Goodman Ezra, Xa'el...\"\n\nThere were more names, indeed probably more than actually contributed to the overall defense, but plenty of people in the city were given honorary mentions. The mayor was a politician after all...\n\n\"We stand here today because of you, my fine citizens– and citizens you are, no matter where you hail from originally–\" This, finally, drew serious hearty applause, along with some shouts of zealous agreement. 'But to these mighty folk, the council has decreed the title of *Defenders of Miller Dale! Hail Defenders!\"\n\n\"In addition!\" Mayor Podrick called out over the rising cascade of cheers and yelling. \"In addition!\" There are three people who I have been... Encouraged to name specifically. Indeed, I saw firsthand how the valiant Elysian Soul* Stepped forward to save my life, and I am told by Captaine Gallane here that Goodman Llew Was in particular a noble hero in many ways. Finally, it appears Kiros Metalhoof Was largely responsible for holding the dwarves at bay, providing hope and encouragement for all those who saw him! To these individuals, I hereby bestow the title of *Wardens, may they always be present when the Dale has need!\"" }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "————-\n\nIn the early hours of the morning, when few dwarves (and far fewer men) were awake, the next sign of danger appeared. As the sky began to turn pinkish blue with predawn light, a shadowy figure passed overhead. Those who noticed the movement, or heard the slight noise made as the massive creature circled overhead would look up, only to be dumb struck. \nThe unmistakable silhouette of a huge dragon could be seen, flying in a wide arc, high above the city. It's wings were spread wide as it glided around, tilting its large reptilian head to survey the damaged city below. After a few passes, the creature turned northward and disappeared beyond the mountains.\nBefore long, the city would be filled with rumors of the sighting of a dragon. Some would dismiss it as stress induced hallucinations.\nSome would take it very seriously, as dwarves do not have a fondness for the lizardkin.\nAll would be talking about it for days to come." }, { "author": "skout", "message": "[THIS CONCLUDES THE MILLER DALE EVENT. If anyone wishes to continue on IC regarding the aftermath, please feel free to start a new thread.]*" } ]	164.5	67,911
405.666667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "nautilus5244", "message": "Long blades of switchgrass swayed in the gentle breeze that blew softly through the Avontru Valley, the sun above playfully peeking through a veil of soupy clouds threatening rain.\n\nThe day was cool and quiet along the path towards the Steep Wood. In the distance, a herd of cattle bellowed and somewhere a brook babbled in concert. Just beyond the valley's entrance, the highway forked and a tall, peculiar man stood idly at the branch, fist tucked under his chin as he regarded a broken marker at his feet.\n\n\"Miller Dale.\" The man muttered, reading a smashed placard in front of him. \"...Dragonclaw Mountains. Well. Shit.\" \n\nHe cursed, reading the other sign. A crow cackled at the figure's right, the man's plumed hat swiveling to face the critique.\n\n\"Oh, you shut up! Of course a MAP would be helpful here, wouldn't it? Tell me, do you have one rolled and tucked snuggly up that smug beak of yours? Hmm?\" He snapped in a posh voice. The crow tilted its head and blinked.\n\n\"No. I thought not.\" The man retorted." }, { "author": "Via Shavai'i", "message": "Guided by the intricate threads woven into her reality, Via embarked on her northern journey. Stripped of their guiding embrace, she would have wandered astray amidst the enchanting yet bewildering lilac forest, ensnared by the limitations of her ordinary senses—sight, sound, and the mundane. However, the threads held firm, gently but insistently pulling her forward, rescuing her from the labyrinthine embrace of the woods.\n\nHer attire, a symphony of gentle, vibrant fabrics, seemed to defy the demands of the terrain. They danced about her, colorful and lively, yet distressingly insubstantial. The terrain's roughness and the ceaseless wind conspired to rend those elegant layers apart, leaving the breeze to rush through her slight frame with an almost bitter enthusiasm. In her wisdom, she anticipated the potential for locals to frown upon her cloudy eyes, concealed beneath the comforting shroud of a small, crisp white bandana.\n\nRain, an elusive visitor in the realm of Asandir, surprised her with its touch. The first droplets kissed her cheeks, awakening her senses to its presence. Fearing the downpour that might follow, she quickened her pace, a silent plea exchanged with the heavens. The threads whispered to her heart, reassuring her that the haven of Miller Dale was drawing near. Via had taken a moment of quiet reverence, her fingers had traced the enigmatic symbols carved into a wooden post a few miles back, unearthing the secret of the place's identity.\n\nAmidst her determined journey, a new thread materialized, its emergence slow and deliberate. It was a lifeline, a connection, a glimmer of hope—the first since the harrowing encounter with the bandits. In that tense juncture, eloquence and the glint of jewelry had secured her safety, their greed momentarily eclipsing their menace. With the new thread unfurling before her, Via harbored a sense of anticipation, an openness to whatever this new connection might bring.\nAs she advanced, the thread divided—a split pa\n\nTh, an opportunity for two narratives to converge. The silhouette ahead, previously a solitary figure, now had a companion. A familiar, perhaps? In the presence of this unforeseen duo, Via, despite the burdensome weariness that clung to her like a shadow, rallied her bearing. She straightened her spine, drawing from an inner reservoir of determination, for she understood the importance of preserving the image she projected to the world." }, { "author": "nautilus5244", "message": "Glassy, black orbs swiveled to gaze at the elfin traveler. Coal colored feathers ruffling down the crow's spine as the faintest drops of the warm summer rain bounced off tucked wings. Curious, was the bird, and its gaze remained fixed on the woman for quite some time, the lowing of the grazing cows soon accompanied by a far off rumbling of thunder.\n\nSQUAWK! It beckoned to the odd man, attention still transfixed on the elf, eyes unblinking. \n\n\"Hmm? What is it now? Can't you see I'm busy trying to decipher...\" His voice was smooth with a practiced, posh lilt like that of some sanctimonious aristocrat, the words pouring from lips at least a foot above her head. Slender frame twisted, following the bird's gaze to the ill-adorned elf, the man's narrow shoulders slumping as he regarded the woman, slight exasperation in his tone.\n\n\"Oh, it's you,\" He regarded her, curled fist resting on a jutted hip as he casually motioned to the ground. \"The sign is still broken, as you can see. I haven't yet made up my mind in which direction to find Miller Dale. East or West.\" A peculiar familiarity tinged his words and he spoke to her as if they had a long-standing acquaintance. Thumb scratched the manicured beard at his chin and he tossed a hand up, limb falling slack at his side in frustration.\n\n\"Well, go ahead, darling. Say it.\" The man urged, waiting for the elf's answer.\n\nIf she could indeed sense the unseen leylines that sewed the fabric of reality the man in front of her would be a rat's nest of tangled cords. Strings frayed and knotted, spinning off in random directions with ends looping back in in themselves or disappearing entirely from view. A man with questionable motives, a man with questionable substance." }, { "author": "Via Shavai'i", "message": "Via's steps danced with a calculated grace, each one a note in a symphony of intention. They carried her to the precipice of the enigmatic man and his feathered companion, a journey from the familiar into the realm of the unknown. As she approached, the hazy contours of her features solidified into distinctness. Maroon tattoos etched a story on her skin, framing her visage like whispered secrets. Ears tapered into subtle points, a vestige of another realm, while her hair cascaded like a waterfall of pure white, an ethereal crown atop her being. There was a palpable shimmer in the atmosphere, a ghostly mirage of desert heat, as though the sands themselves had chosen to travel with her. The jewelry that once graced her hair, wrists, and fingers—testaments to her identity—had been unceremoniously surrendered, sacrificed to the insatiable maw of banditry.\n\nHalting a mere whisper away from the man, Via held her ground. Her head, crowned by cascading strands of alabaster, tilted in a gesture of curiosity, a gesture that belied the stoicism of her expression. The question hung between them, a bridge of words waiting to be traversed. And then, with the cadence of soft rainfall on parched earth, her voice emerged. Heavily accented and tender as a feather's touch, it wrapped around the question and answered, \"West. The...\" She paused, her mind delving into the reservoir of language, seeking the right word, \"...String guides me west.\"\n\nThe threads of fate, so inexorably woven into her being, tugged at her spirit, a persistent summons to heed the call of the westward winds. But stubbornness burned in her like a fierce ember. She resisted the threads' insistence, her focus instead fastening on the man before her. Her fingers, as if guided by an invisible hand, reached out and brushed against the strand of his existence. The sensation was odd, invasive yet intimate, like fingers probing one's soul, rearranging emotions. A reflection of her character emerged, one unburdened by the\n\nConstraints of societal pretense.\n\nThis woman, a cipher of contrasts, made no attempt at the facade of politeness or decorum. Instead, she remained a study in raw authenticity, an enigma carved in the flesh of reality." }, { "author": "nautilus5244", "message": "\"West. The... String guides me West.\" The man echoed in near unison, abandoning his own inflection in favor of a crude mockery of her own accent. Fist still at his hip, he gestured dismissively in her direction with his free hand, long fingers gathered tight as he jabbed the air in front of her. \n\n\"There. You see,\" Impatience painfully marred his refined visage, the man swooping the long-brimmed hat from his brow, thumb and fore finger pinching the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to stifle the growing pain behind a singular eye. Much like the garish hat now fanning his face, the man's garb was a stark contrast to the otherwise humble surroundings. A immaculately pressed doublet clung to his willowy frame, narrow shoulders sporting a dark, plum colored cape that nipped at the heels of his fine dress boots. Where she sported no jewelry, the man was adorned in various bits and bobs that glittered beneath the fading sunlight as the clouds above continued to gather. Clearly, he was not an inhabitant of the Eastern Reach.\n\n\"She's just as lost as we are.\" He turned to regard the bird perched atop the remains of the highway marker, the creature's steely gaze still transfixed on the colorful elf. \n\nSQUAWK! ...Who knew a crow could hurl such savage insults?\n\n\"Fine! Fine fine fine,\" The man retorted, followed by an aggravated sigh. \"Forgive me, darling. It's been a long day. Allow me to yet again introduce myself: Falion Treaux, marquis d'Erenian, at your service.\" While he certainly dressed the part there was something about the man that seemed ill-suited for such a royal title.\n\n\"Remind me of your name...?\" An odd question from an equally odd man." }, { "author": "Via Shavai'i", "message": "\"Remind me of your name...?\" The words, a puzzle piece in a conversation that bore no pattern, dangled between them—an enigmatic inquiry from an equally enigmatic man. The air resonated with the weight of the question, the silence stretching like a canvas waiting to be painted upon.\n\nShe observed him, Falion Treaux, marquis d'Erenian, a paradox encased in flesh and finery. His aura, a fusion of irritation and fatigue, marred the facade of his supposed nobility. The repetition of her name lay on the tip of her tongue, but she held it back, relishing in the peculiar dance of their interaction.\n\nShe let the silence unfurl, stretching like the passage of time itself, an atmosphere of patience and observation that seemed to emanate from her very being, though her lack of eyes gave her no physical means to express it.\n\nFinally, her voice pierced the silence, a gentle curiosity imbued within, as if the man before her held the enigma of a complex puzzle. \"Via. My name is Via Shavai'i,\" She stated calmly, her demeanor undisturbed by the man's initial aggressions.\n\n\"You are lost,\" She stated with an air of regality, a matter of fact poised in her voice. \"Rain approaches, and frustration clouds your visage. Despair not, Marquis d'Erenian, for the spirits direct my every step.\"\n\nAbruptly, Via's form pivoted westward, an unanticipated shift that aligned her with the inexorable pull of the town that beckoned to her. Though her stature was diminutive, her stride was purposeful, an unwavering march toward destiny. \"Accompany me, Treaux,\" She beckoned with a musical lilt, her words a siren's call. Her steps held a steadfast rhythm, a cadence that refused to yield, even as she extended an invitation for him to join her on this inexorable journey. Miller Dale lay within reach, and she ventured onward, an embodiment of resolve and anticipation." }, { "author": "nautilus5244", "message": "\"Via! Yes! I knew it started with a 'V.'\" A confident grin spread to his lips, fingers snapping the air as he looked between the elf and the crow, as if he expected some sort of recognition for the deed. When no acknowledgement was given, a dejected look washed over angular features. Plumed hat found its way back atop the crop of auburn waves that swayed loosely over the tips of his ears as a sigh escaped his lips.\n\n\"WE Are lost, darling. We. You and I.\" The man interrupted, crossing his arms over his narrowed torso. Singular green orb swirled in its socket as his head tilted to regard the sky, a few moist droplets bouncing off his gaunt cheekbones. \"Hmph. It's been approaching nigh four days now. Never more than a camel's spit finds its way to the ground. Would that the heavens open and flood this valley and free me of this... This... Indecisiveness! Well, perhaps THEN we could find our way out of this mess.\" \n\nSlender brow quirked over his lone eye as the cocksure elf strode west. She was certainly a force, this one. Falion couldn't help but admire such a dogged tenacity if even for a fleeting moment. The reality (if you could call it that) of the situation kept his heels firmly planted at the crossroads.\n\n\"No, darling, I cannot. We've been down that road, you See...\" The man choked on the word, his flapping tongue working quickly to cover the slight. \"...You see... Eeeeeem. AHEM. You Seem Determined to repeat the same missteps! You press on ahead and perhaps I will see you at the next fork.\"\n\nWhat game was this man about? What ridiculousness nonsense was he purporting? Was he a con-man? Or perhaps the long road had claimed his sanity. Falion stood at the crossroads, once again arguing with his bird as the elf continued on her path, his frustrated voice waning in the distance." }, { "author": "Via Shavai'i", "message": "In an instant, Via sensed her own steps faltering, like a heartbeat that momentarily skipped its rhythm. Pausing abruptly, she spun on a slender heel, retracing her path until she was nearly within arm's reach of the man. Personal space, a concept often revered, held little sway in her world. Boundaries were malleable, mere shadows before the inexorable force of her determination. \"The Threads never falter,\" She asserted with a conviction that brooked no dissent. Her words were an embodiment of unwavering certainty, leaving no room for further debate or discussion.\n\nA query, laden with a whispered elegance only elven words could carry, spilled from her lips. \"Are you faelia?\" Her voice held a delicate lilt, the word a fragrant petal carried by the breeze. As confusion danced in his eyes, she hastened to elucidate her query, her gaze unwavering. \"Mad, driven to madness. Are you?\" She drew closer, an imperceptible inching, as though her proximity could penetrate the recesses of his mind. Her frown was a beacon of determination, an expression etched with a curiosity that refused to relent. With a threadbare understanding of the man's essence, she sought answers within the labyrinth of his threads, a convoluted tapestry that begged for deciphering." }, { "author": "nautilus5244", "message": "On her return, the crow bit its tongue mid rattle, the creature's diatribe with the perplexing man would have to wait. Falion turned to regard her, the petite elf sending the man on his heels as she broached his space and cast down judgement. The finely groomed moustache at his lip pressed against his nose as his lips contorted into an exaggerated frown. \n\n\"Mad?!\" Hand to his chest, the man feigned outrage, as if her very words had pierced him like a sharpened bolt. \"Darling, you Wound Me. After all we've been through? My gods! To think you've reduced me to nothing but some raving lunatic sprawled on the side of the road!\" Said the raving lunatic sprawled on the side of the road. As she inched closer, his features melted from mock distress to a that of sheer suspicion. He felt her 'gaze' pierce him, as if she had punctured a guarded shell and stripped him to his bare soul.\n\n...Slowly, purposely, he brought a hand before her milk white eyes and rapidly waved his digits frantically in front of her face. Satisfied she was truly sightless, he relaxed... And it was in that moment that his guard dropped just slightly.\n\nAs she looked beyond his physical veil the 'threads' of his very being appeared chaotic, convoluted. So much of it was presented purposely; a weave of bizarre magic designed to mask and misdirect. Looking beyond the circular twists and obvious diversions she would see a thread of him looping in on itself, devouring itself like a perverse ouroboros. She would see that this was not their first encounter." }, { "author": "Via Shavai'i", "message": "A subtle waft of desert flowers trailed in Via's wake, a fragrant whisper that brushed Falion's senses even at their current distance. The sweet scent enveloped him, a gentle reminder of the arid lands she hailed from. Her head canted to the side, a portrait of graceful curiosity, as Falion's hand fluttered before her eyes in an almost whimsical gesture.\n\nAmusement danced in the depths of her eyes as she questioned, her words a serene undercurrent. \"Do you truly believe I cannot perceive you?\" Her voice, a symphony of beauty, carried the weight of both question and assertion. Then, with the fluidity of a sunbeam breaking through clouds, she wove the elven phrase \"Ani lirya sina Falion Treaux,\" Its musical cadence a testament to her heritage. But beneath her composed exterior, her brow furrowed as the echoes of her own essence played out in the tapestry of his threads.\n\nThe labyrinthine nature of those threads, a labyrinth she navigated with practiced caution, was a puzzle of complexity. It was a riddle that, if unraveled haphazardly, could spell her own descent into the realm of madness. He had woven a veil of magic in an attempt to deter her, but it proved as fragile as gossamer when she seized upon a particular thread. Concentration furrowed her brow further, her delicate features a portrait of determination as her fingers grasped that thread and gave it a gentle tug. The string resisted, a stubborn thread that cut into her like a shard of glass, unyielding in its defiance. She winced, the pain a testament to her persistence. A muted exhalation of breath escaped her, her jaw clenched in quiet resolve. \"You know me,\" She stated, the words tinged with an undeniable mixture of acceptance and reluctance.\n\nHer voice, a delicate echo of uncertainty, lingered after a brief pause. \"Calaquen...\" She breathed, the elven word for \"Strange,\" A quiver in her voice as she confronted the dissonance before her. \"Impossible,\" She whispered, her voice trailing with the weig\n\nHt of her internal turmoil. \"I do not remember you.\" The admission was a fragile surrender, a poignant realization of the enigma that stood before her." }, { "author": "nautilus5244", "message": "\"It IS Quite impossible, isn't it?\" He agreed, his lips drooping beneath a finely cropped mustache. Cavalier hat swept back to his head, the turquoise plume bobbing in the gentle breeze as the convoluted man paced in front of the splintered road sign, his shoulders tight with agitation.\n\n\"I mean, WHO Could forget a man such as myself and yet here we are, darling! Teetering on the rain-slicked, precipice of madness with naught but melancholy bovids for company!\" The crow perched atop the broken marker cackled in resentment, the bird's slender feet tottering on the post as it loudly voiced its displeasure. A singular eye rolled in Falion's socket and he regarded the irate creature.\n\n\"Yes, and you, of course, Cawkers. I swear to gods he's so irritable when he's hungry.\" Hand flat against the side of his thin lips as he whispered to Via. \"Mmm. Which reminds me. Turkish Delight?\" Hands rolled, one over the other, and Falion produced a small, decorated box from nothingness. Lid popped to reveal a stock of brightly colored jellies each delicately topped with a dusting of flour. He offered Via the box, snatching one of the confections for himself as his gaze finally fell on the disoriented elf, Falion's head cocking to the side as if this was the first time he was seeing her, truly. \n\nThat look of muddled apprehension etched on her precise elven features sent a slight pang of sympathy through him... It was a feeling somewhat unfamiliar to the charlatan.\n\n\"There, there darling. This kind of thing happens, you know? The Weave is thick here, no doubt. This... This is just an odd bump in the road! A hurdle to vault! A mole-hill to climb!\" Falion prattled, a vain attempt to ease her worries." }, { "author": "Via Shavai'i", "message": "Via's gaze lingered upon the man, a silent contemplation that spanned an expanse of moments. The tantalizing offer of Turkish Delight hung unattended in the air, its allure disregarded as she made a choice that diverged from the expected script. She lowered herself gracefully to the ground, her lithe form finding purchase beside him, legs folding over one another in a display of quiet ease. In the dance of her presence, her fingers danced over his threads, delicate tendrils of curiosity and investigation seeking to unravel the mystery that intertwined their fates.\n\n\"You, my dear enigma,\" She began, her voice soft yet layered with a sense of profound understanding, \"Are a riddle of intricate design.\" The words flowed like a melody, as though she were unraveling the notes of an elusive tune. Her fingers traced patterns through the threads, a silent exploration that sought to bridge the gap between them.\n\nThe tension in the air was palpable as her voice wove a question, a ribbon of curiosity that hung between them like a bridge suspended over an abyss. \"Do you harbor the storm of madness within you, Falion?\" Her words were a whisper of vulnerability, an inquiry tinged with the essence of her concern. \"Is it your wish to accost me, to lay your shadows upon my path?\" The honesty within her gaze was unflinching, her sightless eyes bearing a weight beyond their physicality.\n\nShe shook her head ever so slightly, a cascade of silver cascading like moonlight, \"For I have naught to offer you. No coffers of gold, no power to barter.\" Her voice remained calm, a gentle stream of truth coursing through her words. Her sightless gaze, though unseeing, met his gaze without hesitation. \"I am a wanderer of humble means, traversing the threads of life. But I bear the gift of understanding, the weave of empathy that binds our shared existence.\"\n\nThe breeze whispered secrets through the air, a soft sigh that carried the scent of desert blooms. \"What is it you seek, Falion?\" She asked\n\n, her voice an echo of curiosity laced with a tinge of vulnerability. \"In this dance of threads, what is the melody that guides your steps?\"" } ]	416	4,868
162.2	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "When was the last time she had been in or even near the town of Miller Dale? Nimue honestly couldn't recall as she drove her wagon along the town streets - it had been many months since the town had come under attack by the Dwarves of the mountains. But of what she could see, much of it seemed to have been repaired though one would notice a few scars left behind.\n\nNimue drove her wagon towards an area of the town merchants were able to use to set up their own stalls - and once she parked her wagon and ensured that her two horses would be comfortable - she opened herself up to do a bit of business. A few of the locals and other merchants came by to see her potions and tonics, some hunters even showed interest in a few of the toxic options she sold.\n\n'Perhaps I'll visit the tavern later...' She thought to herself, while making small talk with anyone that came by." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Carefully leading her lame stallion, Sira entered the little town. She was used to the covert glances in her direction. A woman dressed in fighting leathers as tall as she was, couldn't be a common sight. She drew her hood down a little farther over her honey-gold locks and pushed her weapon out of sight beneath the cloak.\n\nTypically weary and saddlesore when she reached a town, this time her left shoulder ached deep within the muscle and the wound she'd suffered was not healing properly, despite the poultice she had packed it with at the river. She stopped to ask for a healer and was pointed toward a wagon further along the road before the farmer skittered off. \n\nRelieved she might be within sight of help, she patted her horse's neck and moved on. \"Just o' bit farther, Limerick, an' hopefully we'll both be havin' some better care.\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Nimue would catch notice of the traveler and their limping horse, pondering if both had taken rougher roads.\n\n\"Ye both looked to have taken the tougher roads to reach here stranger, here bring your fellow over by mine - they've got extra food and water to share\" She remarked, motioning to Tanja & Ragna. The pair looked up and snorted, but didn't all seem to mind.\n\n\"Just got into Miller Dale myself, the name's Nimue - I hail from the western regions in Aismir\" She said introduction herself. From her wagon stall, one would see a few of her potions and tonic for sale - though the wagon itself also carried other items and goods that Nimue had while traveling out this far from home." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Drew her horse up beside the others, looping his reins to the wagon harness and patting his withers. She stepped up to the woman and pushed back her hood, golden eyes sweeping the contents of the wagon and coming to rest on the woman herself with an assessing gaze. \n\n\"Well met, Nimue. I am Lysira Farraige, from too distant of lands to name, though north of Eluaria. An' I did indeed travel rough roads, an set upon by some bandits who thought ta take me horse. We're both worse fer wear. I've wrapped his leg in cool mud, an' my shoulder as well, but we could use sumthin' stronger. I'm fairly sure mine has taken on the heat. \" \n\nShe rolls her shoulder for emphasis. While she is making a good show of not being injured, her forehead is moist and her golden skin tone clearly 'off'. \n\n\"I've coin ta pay ye.\" She adds, freeing a small bag that jingles loosely in her palm." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Nimue would shift into 'doctor mode' as her father used to tease, she would wave her palm at the mention of coins \"I'll treat ye both first before we think of payment, now I'm no animal doctor so to speak - but I should be able to help ye horse. As for you, hop into my wagon, we'll have better privacy there so I can look at ye shoulder - so remove whatever ye need once ye close the door.\"\n\nShe gave her order swiftly and directly, while from a nearby box that looked to have some medical supplies she'd take out some of the following - fresh wrapping, some cloth, bottle of clear water, and what appeared to be a bottle of yellow/gold oil. Nimue would take these items and then approach Lysira's horse, the stallion showing signs of pain as she got into eye view of him.\n\n\"Easy now there, I'll patch ye up\" She said softly, stroking the stallion's head - her magic making contact so she could better 'talk' with the horse directly. After a few moments of silent conversation between them - besides a few snorts - Nimue would begin to address the horse's 'bindings.'\n\n\"Sounds like ye two might have had a run in with The Brotherhood of Stolen Blades, they're a bandit group in these parts - but thats just guessing, it was quiet around here some time after the attack a number of months back as I heard\" She remarked, recalling back from travelers from the town and just from word getting around." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Grips the side of the wagon and pulls herself up into the back, moving through a small door she has to duck to get through. She looks around the small enclosure, finds a stool, and unlaces her leather vestment. Beneath she wears a padded cotton shirt which she pulls one arm out of and tucks it under. This reveals her shoulder. Her arms and back are muscular, with surprisingly few scars for her vocation. The wound on her shoulder is from a knife blade, a clean slice, but in need of a few stitches. It's also red, the edges swollen and weeping. \n\n\"Whoever they were,\" She calls to Nimue, \"They are dead now.\" She looks curiously about the room as she waits for the healer." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Opening the bottle of clean water, Nimue would use the water and cloth to wipe down the wounded area of the horse's leg. First step was to clean the area as best as possible - she'd then dry it just a tad, before uncorking the gold like oil. Nimue would carefully apply it around the horse's wounded area before binding it up with fresh wrapping.\n\nShe'd then go and join Lysira in the wagon, of which was somewhat roomy - it had what looked like a work bench, and various small boxes and drawers. One would easily smell the herbs lingering about.\n\n\"Hmm the cut is clean, but we'll have to clean out the area before I apply some of this mending oil of mine - it along with the stitches should help it heal faster\" She remarked, getting out another cloth and using the clean water to wipe down the area. \"So besides having come to Miller Dale is less than an ideal manner, do ye have business in these parts or simply the traveling type?\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Sira sat still under Nimue's administrations, her eyes resting on different items with curious interest. \n\n\"No business. I've just come to these lands. I've met Wikiria from the library, an some... Eh.. Curious raccoons, but not much else. Lookin' to settle down a spell, I suppose. Find a house by the sea, remake my library, perhaps offer my skills as a sword trainer or guard caravans an' such. I've been a captain of the guard, captain of a small garrison of men protecting royalty, and leader of my own clan, ... Among other titles.\" \n\nShe starts to shrug her shoulder then thinks better of it. \"Startin' fresh now. How long have ye lived these parts?\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Once she had cleaned the area, Nimue would see about applying the mending oils to the wound - it would have a cool feeling \"I myself hail from Aismir, tis a town in the north western regions of these lands - tis surrounded by the Steep Woods - was born and raised there. Though the past year I had spent time traveling the kingdom of Ostia.\"\n\nNext she'd prepare the needle and threading for the stitching portion, give the area of the wound - it shouldn't take long. All the same Nimue spoke up \"I doubt ye would be one to bite ye tongue, but best stuff ye mouth with something just in case.\" Once Lysira had put something in her mouth or chose not to, Nimue would begin to stitch up the area." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Looks back at her with a quirked brow. \"Yer not gonna saw me arm off are ye?\" A little laugh, \"I'm fine, lass. Made o' tougher stuff than a little needle pinch can do. Now ifn' ye were stitchin' me when my guts were laid open from a tangle with a demon wulf... Then I might take a stick in my mouth.\" \n\nShe holds perfectly still while Nimue stitches her wound. \"How did ye learn yer trade? Wikira lent me a few books on herbs. I've a mind to learn some better poultices fer me horse. I know of comfrey an' coltsfoot, but are there others?\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"My father taught me, he was a doctor so to speak in Aismir - he took up the trade from his father, our family has been living there for many generations as my Gran would say it\" She remarked, weaving the needle as easily as she would with a cloth. It wouldn't take her long to finish up. As she got some cloth to wrap around the area.\n\n\"Keep the area clear for about three to five days, then just drop by the healers here in town to have the stitches removed\" She remarked, going about to clean out the area. Letting Lysira get some of her stuff back on. \"As for medical aid for ye horse... Ye might have luck with the local stables or even with the Foxhounds - they're a ranger group that patrol these parts. The Sheriff is their leader of sorts, often you find them uyp in Highwater Keep - but you should even seen them around town.\"\n\nNimue had little doubt a woman like Lysira could find work around here - she'd slip out the wagon to check up on things out front. Overall seemed the stallion was eating now; he didn't seem too much in pain now but Nimue guessed he'd need to keep weight off his leg for a bit." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She carefully pulled on her shirt and laced up the outer vestment. Then she exited the wagon and stood tall, one hand on her shoulder experimentally. \"Thank ye for yer kindness. What do I owe you?\" \n\nShe unlaced her purse from her hip, looking at the woman expectantly." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"A few coppers should be enough for the two of ye\" Nimue remarked, taking the coins when they were offer to her. Before she motioned over to the various potions, tonics, and toxic options that she was currently selling as well." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She looks over the bottles, marveling at their beauty and diversity. \"I dinnae have need for the others. My sword has always been enough, but these, I will take two of and pay ye. \" She points to the healing salves and mending oils. \n\n\"Always good ta have, clearly.\" The pain and soreness has already dissipated, she realizes. \"I thank ye for yer kindness, Nimue. An' I look forward to seein' ye again, hopefully under less necessary circumstances.\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Nimue would pick out the two bottles, and passed them over to Lysira \"Better to be prepared for anything as I always say, never know what will happen out on the roads.\"" } ]	159	2,433
272.731343	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros moved about the smithy, being careful with his left foreleg. He grumbles a bit at a bit of soreness as he placed the leg down on the packed ground. He places a barrel of shallow water down by the anvil and shuffles over to the forge and a barrel of thin stock. His eyes move up to the old dwarf sitting on a chair nearby, \"Nails... Fine... I'll see if I can fill the barrel...\" He grumbles out. He lights the forge and waits a good bit, making sure the charcoal caught well and coming to heat.\n\nAfter the forge got to temp, he started putting a few pieces of stock into the bed of embers and starts working the bellows with his right foreleg. He piles more charcoal as it burns down more and more, \"We should get the coal from the dwarves...\" He mumbles out. The old dwarf chuckles slightly before, \"And hurt the local charcoal makers... Bah.\"\n\nKiros sighs at that, \"Yer right... And I am not sure... If I can trust any dwarves outside Miller Dale... After what happened a few days ago...\" He grabs his tongs and pulls out one of the stock and starts working with the hammer and the anvil, having set up the header tool earlier. A few dozen nails were made before Kiros spoke again, \"And the sighting... Dragons are gone... It was just a bird... A big bird... But a bird.\"\n\nAn hour passed and the barrel was nearly half full... And all his thin rod stock ran out. Kiros sighs a bit and starts cleaning up after himself. He was tired... And sore..._" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "As Kiros finished what nails he could make, Bruwilyn entered the smithy, nodding at her father and Kiros. She set down a small bag of charcoal.\n\n\"Right,\" Bruwilyn agreed. \"But even they're hurting. We had so much taken, all over the city.\" She sighed, looking down at the bag of charcoal. \"Even those of us dwarves who've been here are starting to get looks. Everyone's on edge.\"\n\nBruwilyn helped Kiros clear up. \"You should be resting, Warden,\" She smiled at him. \"A fine title, indeed! You deserve it,\" She told the centaur. \"What sorts of rewards come with that?\"\n\nOutside, Miller Dale still reeled from the twin shocks of the deadly dwarven raid and the dragon sighting. Coincidence that the two happened so closely together? \n\nOr providence?\n\nWhilst Miller Dale's streets had been cleared of debris and bodies, buildings still buckled under the damage the raid had caused. The memorial markers in the Market Square attracted candles and flowers in memory of those who had been lost. The few vendors whose stalls had survived the raid moved elsewhere out of respect for the fallen. An impromptu board appeared in the Market Square as well, swathed in notices seeking out information on citizens who remained unaccounted for. \n\nThe Dale's grimness had climbed when the dragon flew overhead. Like Kiros, some people tried to convince themselves that it was a bird or some other more easily-explainable creature. Others decided that those who had seen the dragon were stressed and hallucinating, traumatized by the attack. Still more regarded the dragon's flight over the recently-defaced city as a portent of doom.\n\nFew citizens liked what the dragon sighting brought, which was adventurers and scholars and monster-hunters and the curious, who followed the rumours and began trickling into the city. They began filling inns. They began talking to residents who had seen the beast fly overhead.\n\nAnd all were curious about the first confirmed dragon sighting in Eluaria in recent memory." }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "Having heard news of the major sighting of an actual Dragon, Marcus spent several days flying at breakneck pace to Miller Dale. Utterly exhausted from this, he lands a bit roughly a short distance from the city's edge - it wouldn't do to startle these people by landing in the middle of town so soon after a battle, he is a stranger to them after all.\n\nMarching slowly and tiredly toward the Dale, Marcus mostly ignores the looks and whispers surrounding him from various folk surprised by his sudden appearance from the skies. A man with black wings? And wearing such odd clothing... Who could he be?\n\nMarcus eventually asks a few people directions to a smith, and to the local Warden - hoping that the title Warden still means to these people what it means to Marcus' own people... But even if it doesn't, someone with such a title can surely still be helpful...\n\nImagine his surprise to discover that the Warden is actually a smith! And recently given the title as well! Apparently this smith was instrumental in the defense of the Dale - something that Marcus finds himself respecting. A common smith stepping up to defend the people? A noble deed for sure... Marcus finds himself optimistic that this Warden smith and himself will get along well.\n\nEventually Marcus arrives at the forge people have been kind enough to direct him towards. He stands outside for a short time, trying to think on how to introduce himself... But his tired mind doesn't cooperate. Sighing, the winged man steps up to enter the smithy...\n\n\"Pardon my interruption, I am told I can find a talented smith and the local Warden here. Is this the correct place?\" Marcus speaks in a soft and smooth tone, his baritone voice easily heard over the noise of the forge but not overly loud..." }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Ducking into the workshop with his goat, looking back outside through the mostly closed door as if checking to make sure they weren't being followed, a guilty looking Albright sags in relief against the door jamb before turning and giving his goat a verbal tongue lashing in an angry but hushed tone\n\n\"That has to be among your top 10 worst ideas ever and let me tell you that list is pretty darn long. How many times do I have to tell you to leave people's shoes alone? Just because somebody leaves a pair of shoes outside where you can reach them doesn't mean they are giving you a gift. Most likely they were just left there because they were particularly muddy and they didn't want to track it inside the house. That does not give you leave to simply waltz over and help yourself to them. Hopefully the owner will think it was simply some vagabond children playing a joke on them and expect to come across their shoes a block or two away, perhaps even hanging from a wire.\" The goat stands there ignoring the man as if he was a complete stranger. Once again, he cracks open the door to peek outside to make sure no one is chasing after them.\n\nSatisfied that they seem to be in the clear he turns to see several people are in the room, some of whom seem to be looking right at him and the goat. Albright freezes, desperately trying to come up with a spur of the moment excuse for his presence and strange behavior, which clearly was not him simply ducking in here to hide. His eyes quickly shift around the room taking in the tools and the forge and a smile blossoms upon his face.\n\n\"Ah-ha! I finally managed to track it down. The local forge I had been looking for.\" Noticing Marcus standing there, he takes a keen interest in the man's wings and quickly takes out a pad of paper and begins taking notes as well as some quick sketches \"Well, it seems there is a line already, so you already have a customer to deal with. We'll just look around if you don't mind.\" Glancing down at the goat, he decides to amend that, \"Actually it will just me looking around\" Looking sternly at the goat \"You are to sit right here, out of reach of anything you might consider editable. Don't even think of moving a muscle\" The goat continues to ignore him, as Albright starts wandering around the room looking at the equipment while he waits his turn." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros harrumphs, \"When buildings are fixed... I'll rest.\" He carefully moves about, his lower half actually being an issue this time, his left foreleg still weak. He looks her over before, \"More work... I have not received anything but the title.\" He sighs a bit before, \"Sorry Bruwilyn, just... Annoyed... It has been a while since I had such an injury...\" He moves to a corner that can better fit him, taking a broom and starting to sweep up small scraps he couldn't use to a place someone could gather them.\n\nA moment later, he heard the gentleman call out. He looks up and his eyes land on the wings before the person. His gaze moved on to the person before slowly nodding, calling out, \"Over here...\" His voice was a bit tired. His gaze moved over to the man and the goat that came in after the other. His eyebrows rised slightly at the goat... Before nodding to them, \"Bruwilyn can help you for now...\" His gaze turns to here, \"Please?\"_" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "\"Seems a good half the Dale's going to be carrying wounds for a while,\" Bruwilyn grumbled. She crossed her arms and shook her head at Kiros, grinning up at him.\n\n\"Stubborn,\" She muttered to the centaur as he began to sweep. \"Just don't over-strain yourself.\" Bruwilyn turned to greet the two new customers before blinking at them... A winged man and a tall elf chattering away to a goat he had brought in.\n\n\"Ah, sir... Your goat ought to wait outside,\" Bruwilyn told the elf. Since the winged fellow seemed to want to converse with Kiros, she approached the elf.\n\n\"Anything I can help you with?\" Bruwilyn asked." }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Looking up, as Bruwilyn spoke to him. \"The goat will stay where I commanded it to\" Mumbling \"Unless it wants to be turned into glue\" Then in a louder voice, \"I honestly don't trust it outside. Goats can be quite resourceful when you aren't paying attention and this one seems too clever for its own good.\"\n\n\"As for myself, I was wondering if I might be able to help you. The town seems unusually stirred up for some reason and I thought I might offer my aid in the workshop. I am experienced with making mundane items and proficient with nearly any tool that might be needed in their making. I have years of experience under my belt and I'm no stranger to the heat of a forge. I wish I had some of my handiwork to show you, but I am new to the area and traveling light. I had to leave behind all but the essentials in order to make traveling easier. I would be happy to make something to show my skill if you wish. I am no stranger to tests of this nature.\"\n\nThe tall elf with long white hair looks down at her with striking blue eyes that seem to sparkle with a twinkling light in their depths. His face looked at her with a seriousness that surprised her after the way he entered. Almost as if she were talking to a different person.\n\n\"At the moment I find myself adrift in the world and I'm merely asking for a chance to be useful again.\"" }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "Marcus nods at the centaur's acknowledgement, and steps forward, unbuckling his scabbard and sword from his belt, pulling on the hilt. Out from the scabbard comes a short jagged piece of metal... He then upends the scabbard and bangs it on a conveniently nearby table a few times so the rest of the blade pieces come sliding out, and arranges them on said table.\n\nIt is a simple and utilitarian blade, with the only ornamentation being a flowing line of script etched into the flat of the blade. The blade has broken into four pieces, the cross section revealed by each break uncovers a beautiful waving silvery blue crystal structure not seen on the polished surface of the blade, with white flecks dispersed throughout...\n\n\"Business first I suppose. Are you capable of repairing or reforging my blade? I recognize you still need some time to recover from your injury, and probably have many jobs of higher importance, so let me ease your mind by saying I am not in any particular hurry right this moment.\"\n\nMarcus does not explain what makes this blade unusual, intending this to be a test of the smith's capability. If he is skilled enough, the smith will recognize that a small amount of the rare metals Mithril and Adamantine have been mixed into the steel." }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Intrigued by what Marcus is saying, Albright casually drifts over and peaks at the sword shards being laid out. His eyebrows rise in recognition of the metals and he draws in closer, like a moth to a flame. Without touching the pieces he carefully inspects them from various angles, looking at the stress marks, fracture lines, and small bits of crystallization in the metal where the cooling in the tempering might not have been perfectly executed. Reaching out towards the pieces, his hands hover over them while he closes his eyes, then removes his hand with a sigh and looks to Marcus.\n\n\n\"Very nice, very well done indeed. I'm sure this piece cost you a pretty penny in raw materials alone and the smith who did the work was clearly talented. I'm not even sure I want to know what you were facing that was able to shatter it in such a way.\"\n\nHe clearly wishes to say more on the subject, but he looks to the centaur, clearly remembering where he was and not wishing to overstep his bounds, not knowing how much the smith might know about it, he decides a simple explanation to Marcus might still be acceptable.\n\n\"In the process of repairing a blade, some of the material is lost and new material of a similar nature must be added if the finished product is to be the same size and weight as the original. Without that material, repairs are still possible, but the new blade would be smaller and its balance and heft would be altered. Exchanging more common metals for the rare types used could offset that, but would ultimately make for a weaker blade than the one you started with. I'm sure there are high level magics that might be used, but I doubt anyone around here has such spells.\"\n\nAgain, looking to the master of the smith, he bows. \"Perhaps I overstep my place and this good man has a better answer for your dilemma\"" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros turns his gaze to the fractured blade, his eyes sliding up and down. He carefully grabs a blade piece and tests the edge slightly. He murmurs slightly under his breath, \"Still sharp... Wickedly so... No rolling... Chips here near the break...\" His eyes narrow at the striations within the cracks. He brings the piece closer to his eyes and angles it here and there, \"Hmm... Is that... Huh...\" He half listens to Albright as he analyzed the fragment.\n\nHe looks up to Marcus with a raised eyebrow, \"Mythril and... Something else that is not steel... Not sure what it is... I am not sure I can repair this to your satisfaction... I have worked with mythril... I would most likely have to fold in more material... Steel and other fragments of mythril. As for the other metal... I am not sure how to work with it...\" He sighs a bit. His hind leg taps in thought for a few moments before, \"And how did this break anyhow? Mythril is nearly unbreakable on its own...\" He looks to the wings briefly before, \"A drop?\"_" }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "Marcus nods, understanding the Centaur's skill level and surprised by the wandering Elf's apparent knowledge. He lays the sheath down beside the broken blade before he responds.\n\n\"Heh, no. Amusing thought... And I suppose it might break if dropped from high enough... But no.\" He smiles, too tired to laugh at the suggestion he found so amusing, but not too tired to let it show that he found it funny... Though he does not yet answer how exactly his blade broke.\n\n\"The blade is sixty parts steel, twenty-seven parts Mithril, and thirteen parts Adamantine. The steel does have a miniscule amount of other materials folded in as well... But that shouldn't matter terribly much in working this blade.\"\n\nHe looks to the Elf and shrugs tiredly before continuing his response. \"I admit I am unskilled in the forge, and have little knowledge of actual metalworking... But do know enough to understand what you are saying. Though if the master who forged this blade tells true, you may be surprised by how little material is lost... Something about how this mixture of metals bonds to each other.\"\n\nReturning his gaze to the master of this forge, Marcus says softly: \"Thank you for your honesty. If you are not confident in working these metals, then have you any suggestions for who might be?\" He hesitates briefly before glancing at the Elf again, and continuing in a slightly skeptical tone: \"Or perhaps our wandering Elf might? Your speech implied having the pertinent knowledge...\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "For the first time since entering the workshop Albright actually appears nervous. Not the ridiculous theatrical show of nervousness that he put on when he first entered, pretending that they might be chased as shoe thieves. Thin beads of sweat were slowly forming on his forehead as he eyed the sword pieces before him. This was just the sort of challenging project that sent a thrill through his body, it would prove his worth as a craftsman and if he was successful it would be easy for him to find worthwhile employment anywhere. It was like a golden ticket. However, it all hinged on success, and that was the problem. He wasn't convinced he could actually do it. He also wasn't sure how he could explain it to these gentlemen but he'd have to try.\n\n\"Gentleman, you may find this hard to believe, but I'm not from around here. I'm honestly not even sure where here is compared to where I started. I remember walking through a portal and showing up here with a goat. I have a variety of memories of my life before I walked through the portal and in those memories I have worked with all of these materials. Adamantite is the most challenging of the three. It's not impossible to work with but it is time consuming. In that place as long as you had the coin to afford it, getting mythril or adamantite was as simple as walking to the market. There was plenty of it as long as you had the gold. The difference is that where I came from you couldn't work either of these materials without magic. It was as important to the process as having coal for your fire or having an anvil to pound on. Without it you could never combine the metals into your final product. I had command of quite a bit of magic at that time and therefore I had no struggles working with this material.\n\nThe magic of this world however has so far eluded me. I can sense it around me and I can tell when enchantments have been made but I no longer have the ability to cast spells or control the magic myself. The laws that dictate the physical world around us seem to be the same, so I am able to fully utilize my crafting abilities to make nearly anything as long as it's not magical.\"\n\nTurning to look at Marcus very seriously \"You claim to have some knowledge of the crafting that went into this sword. The critical question about whether I can repair this comes down to this: To the best of your knowledge, was magic used at all in the crafting of this sword?\"" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros sighs a bit, his gaze looking between the two before, \"I do not work with magic... I don't care much for it... But with the steel being the major aspect of this... Maybe I can just fold all of this together into a new blank and work it from there...\" His gaze moves to Albright, an eyebrow raised, \"A traveler from elsewhere... Hmm...\" He shakes his head a bit in slight disbelief before, \"And if I heated the parts enough... Could this be forged into a damascus?\" He moves slightly back to where he was working on the nails. His gaze turns to Bruwilyn, \"I will need coal...\" He gives her a slight wry smile, \"There should be a barrel of it in my wagon.\"_" }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "`A being claiming to be from another world? Most interesting indeed! If such were to be true, it would prove a theory debated in Windrunner scholarly circles for centuries...` - Such would be Marcus' thoughts as he dips into the ethereal realm to view the Elf's aura...\n\nMarcus had been actively suppressing the glow of his eyes until now, but as he gazes at the Elf his irises unmistakably begin to glow a faint blue color. With his lack of skill controlling the innate ability for his race, any creature with a deep enough connection to the ethereal would feel the slight tingling sensation common to interactions with such...\n\n` The dazzling swirl of bright colors is intense, revealing a man that is clearly both excited and nervous, in very good health, and having a substantial pool of untapped mana... Most interesting of all though is the wild and unique structure his aura takes. Marcus has never seen anything like it! The way it almost seems to battle with the environment around it, and how it clashes with the auras of the surrounding people, it's almost as if—— `\n\nMarcus closes his eyes and brings a hand up to rub his right temple - what a terrible headache! He mutters something under his breath that a keen eared Elf and Centaur in the room might hear. \"I really need to learn to control that better... Curses upon my teenage self.\"\n\nStiffening his spine to stand up straighter, Marcus returns his gaze to the Elf, eyes still glowing though he is no longer looking into the ethereal.\n\n\"I believe you. You have a surprisingly deep pool of mana that is shockingly untapped. If time permits, I would be willing to help you tap back in to it. For now though, let me respond to both you and...\" \n\nMarcus' jaw goes slack and he slaps his forehead now that he realizes something - what a fool he's made of himself!\n\n\"Forgive my poor manners! I'm afraid I've allowed my exhaustion to make a fool of me. I've yet to introduce myself, or ask the names of anyone here.\"\n \n\nHe gives the Centaur a crisp military salute any drill master would be proud of, introducing himself in a formal tone tinged with mild embarrassment.\n\n\"I am Marcus Publius, holding the rank of Praefectus in the Last Legion of His Majesty, Lucius Tarquinius Priscus-Aurora; and - though I must admit some hesitancy to proclaim it given the reputation other orders hold in the public eye - Dragonsworn of Lord Perno.\"\n\nHe bows deeply to the Centaur, adding in a meek apologetic tone: \"Again, please forgive my poor manners in not introducing myself to the Warden in his own smithy.\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Noticing the glowing eyes and the odd tingling, he is aware Marcus is doing something, but there is no feeling of magical energies being harnessed. 'There are no words of power or even gestures. He is simply concentrating on me.', Albright thinks to himself. Then he notices the pained expression and his mumbled statement which only serves to confuse him more. He feels a sense of relief that at least one person believes him and perhaps the most important given the challenging project lying on the table before him. He was further surprised at his knowledge of his manna and then he begins to piece together that he must have been using some alternate form of vision to look at details about Albright. It would be fascinating to learn more about it. The offer to help him tap into his manna leaves him skeptical. 'As if I haven't already been trying that nearly every day since my arrival.', The annoyed thoughts go through his mind.\n\nFeeling the heat of blood rushing to his own pale face, Albright's spine stiffens in shock at his own poor manners \"I fear you aren't alone in displaying poor manners, good sir. I too have failed to properly exchange names as part of the ancient rituals passed down by our forefathers. Please forgive such rudeness. I don't even have the excuse of exhaustion. Merely that my curiosity and the love of crafting oftentimes gets the better of me and I forget my basic manners I was taught as a youth. My name is Albright, it is an honor to meet all of you.\"\n\nTurning to the master of the forge he struggles to find the words to appropriately describe how horrified he was at the plan to simply melt down the exquisite sword pieces and start over. The lines of rare minerals carefully running through the blade would be irreparably destroyed. The final result would likely be unusable and to Albright that is akin to destroying a masterpiece painting to use it as a tablecloth. It was one of the few times in his life that he realized nothing he said would come out of his mouth except insults to the master of the forge. With a snap, his jaw shut, clenching as he realized the futility of it.\n\nWith a pleading look in his eyes he turned to Marcus. Again he struggled with words that might sway this gentleman without insulting the smith. At last he decides that brevity, no matter how difficult it was for him, might be best. \"I think it would be unwise to simply destroy the pieces in hopes of making something new\"" }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "Marcus flicks his eyes back and forth between the Centaur, and Albright, hesitating to say anything before the master of the forge has the chance to introduce himself... But he relents and offers a brief snippet to calm the Elf.\n\n\"I personally only know a little about the magical workings of the materials... But I do know that folding the pieces to make layered metal would work well. I am unsure how fully melting the alloy from this state to make a new blank will change its properties, and I confess I barely understand at all how the alloy would react to forge welding. As for if magic was used in the forging process... I am unsure... But more on that later, let us allow the good Warden to introduce himself.\"" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros blinks a bit before slowly nodding, \"Business... Distracts me from niceties... My apologies. I am Kiros Metalhoof... Apparently a Warden of Miller Dale now...\" His voice goes wry at the last bit. He gives a half smile before, \"A journeyman in blacksmithing... Working toward Master ranking.\" His gaze moves to the blade, an eyebrow raising slightly, \"Well... This could be my master work... Rebuilding a unique sword...\" He looks back to Marcus... And then Albright. \"Well... I can get started now.\"\n\nA barrel landed next to him with a slightly huffing Bruwilyn, \"There ya go Kiros...\" He nods his thanks and picks it up carefully. He moves over to an empty forge and starts getting it ready. He sighs a bit before, \"Bring the pieces here...\" And he grabs the bellows and starts getting the coal to a workable state._" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Nodding somberly\n\n\"Well gentlemen, it was an honor and pleasure meeting both of you. Good luck on your endeavor. You have both reminded me how utterly useless I am without my magic and when I walked in here I thought I could build a life without it. In reality I will never be happy knowing what I have lost. I must continue my pursuit and make my way to the college in hopes of relearning what I need to learn to once again become what I used to be.\"\n\nHe heads for the door \"Follow me goat, that's an order. And for God's sakes stay away from the shoes this time\"" }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "\"... Prepare the forge, but do hold for a moment please.\" Marcus murmurs, before striding over to catch the Elf.\n\nPlacing a hand on Albright's shoulder, he looks the man in the eyes as if searching for something.\n\n\"Are you *Sure, traveller? I meant it when I offered to help you... And you may yet be surprised to discover friends and a place to be useful here. Recovering what has been lost is undoubtedly important; but it can be equally fulfilling to discover the unknown.\"" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "As Albright made his way to the door, a young man was entering and nearly collided with the elf.\n\n\"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir,\" He said to Albright. His gaze fell to the goat, and his eyes widened. He peeked into the shop, not terribly surprised to see all the people inside.\n\nContent to wait his turn, the young man slid into the smithy and stood aside. Wrapped in a small piece of leather, so he could avoid having to touch it with his bare hands, was a horseshoe.\n\nA rather large horseshoe.\n\nCompletely caked in dried blood." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros continues prepping the forge for the possible upcoming work. His gaze moves over to Albright, \"If your so knowledgeable... You are welcome to stay...\" He smiles slightly, his eyes drift about the shop for a moment. He nods to the young man, \"I'll be right with you sir...\" And he looks back to Marcus, \"Last Legion? Lord Perno?\" He shrugs a bit before, \"So how did this blade break again?\" He pushes for the info that was not given before, \"Fire or ice?\"_" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Looking to the smith* \"I expect this project will take weeks to complete following your existing plan. If you wish me to stay in the area, in case a complication arises that I might be able to offer advice on, then I can delay my plans until this project is done. However, I'm sure you don't need us lingering here while you burn coal or heat metal. I will make sure Marcus knows where I am staying so he can contact me if I am needed.\"\n\nTurning to Marcus \"It seems you wish to speak with me further? Perhaps we should leave the smith to his work and not bother him with our discourse. However, before we go, I would know more of this blood caked horseshoe that has just arrived\"\n\nHe looks to the young man expectantly, noting how he is dressed, what weapons/armor he is carrying, the state of his boots, the type of leather and the size of the horseshoe as well as the configuration of the nail holes" }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "Marcus nods to acknowlege Albright's words, turning to observe the newcomer as he responds to Kiros.\n\n\"A combination of fire, ice, and strong opponents... I'll tell the story another time, after a good meal and some sleep. For now though, I too am curious about this horseshoe bathed in blood... However I do have a quick question for you Albright.\"\n\nThough he keeps the newcomer within sight, he turns his attention back to the elf.\n\n\"Could you tell us more about your experience in working with Adamantine before you leave for the night? Even if magic were at play in the process where you came from, I'm hoping hearing it might revive my admittedly fuzzy memories of talking to the original smith, or inspire additional ideas for Kiros on how to approach the project.\"" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "\"Oh,\" Said the young man with the horseshoe. \"The gentleman who hired me was wondering if any of you knew any other farriers.\"\n\nBruwilyn, meanwhile, glared at the horseshoe.\n\n\"Well, you could indeed ask around, but none here,\" Bruwilyn said quickly, attempting to head off any would-be offers of help from anyone else present. \"You might try on the east side of town, if Frostbraids won't deal with That, not that I blame him for a moment.\"\n\n\"I, er, I see.\" The young man sighed. Other than the horseshoe, he carried nothing of note: no weapons or armour. His clothing was of decent make but practical and well-used. He held up the horseshoe as the elf questioned him.\n\n\"It's... Well, it's for a warhorse. This was the one the younger Frostbraids got off before he had to stop. Mr Silivasti asked me to try to find someone else to reshoe the horse.\"" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros looks Marcus over, an eyebrow raises slightly before nodding. His gaze turns to Albright, \"A week at most... The folding will only take a few days...\" His gaze moves over to the young man, \"The slave? He tossed his shoe...\" He sighs a bit before, \"It would be hard for me to shoe him... But I can do it... At a reduced cost. He fought well...\" He sighs a bit before looking to Marcus, \"This will only be a moment...\" His gaze would move to the young man, \"Bring the shoe over here... I made plenty of nails to put this in...\" He doesn't seem overly bothered by the crusted blood, but then, if handed to him, he places it near the edge of the center of the forge, bringing it up to heat to ready to rework it._" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Turning to Marcus with a sigh \"Your question may be quick but the answer will be long.\"\n\n'How in the world am I supposed to boil down the metallurgical history of adamant and its various alloys, properties, usages and ways to apply it into simple terms that he might understand?', He ponders to himself\n\n\"First, some basic terms as they are often used interchangeably even though they have different meanings. I myself might call them different things depending upon who I'm speaking to and what I expect their level of knowledge is. Adamantite is typically a mixed ferrous ore found in areas where there was once volcanic activity. Adamant is the pure refined element that is made from the ore. Adamantine is what all the alloys are called that is made from Adamant.\"\n\nHe paused here for a moment to let those definitions sink in, then continued \"That last part is critically important. As I'm sure you are all aware, each alloy has its own unique properties, applications, melting points, and ways it can be integrated into a finished product. Adamantine is no different. Therefore despite them having the same names, one alloy of adamantine may act and require processes completely different from another one of the alloys. Where I come from, the adamantine alloy had a standard formula and was produced in mass quantities, such that every time you used it, regardless where you purchased it, you could expect the same results.\"\n\n'Hopefully that gives them enough basic information that they know where I am going with this', He thinks before continuing on \"The alloy I used primarily had two properties that were sought after. It was used for strength as well as its uncanny ability to absorb energy, even from physical strikes. While some did use it for weapons, most used it with armor. It was applied as a coating and the tricky part was trying to get it to bond and have a consistent thickness that allowed you to get maximum coverage and full benefits that you were looking for. It was a very time-consuming process. Being proficient in the arcane arts was required because of the property of energy absorption. It wasn't that you needed a particular spell but you needed to be able to manipulate magic as you went in order to both bond the new layer to the existing armor as well as determine if the thickness was appropriate. If you didn't use enough then it would not be able to absorb the magic energy. Using more thickness than required did not ruin the end product but you would run out of raw materials before you were able to finish coating the armor.\"\n\n\"As you can see, my experience is drastically different from what was used to make your sword, but it is highly likely that the alloy within your sword is of a different composition than the alloy that I am used to working with.\"" }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "Marcus takes on a thoughtful demeanor at Albright's words, and turns to watch Kiros and the newcomer interact. When Kiros mentions the word 'slave' he frowns and gives the newcomer a sharp gaze, but waits for clarification on the situation, responding to Albright instead.\n\n\"I am quite intrigued... We have an active volcano in our world that brings Adamantite and nearly pure Adamant to the surface in abundance. The main thing making Adamant rare is simply the danger of the constant lava flows... And your mention of magic-assisted metallurgy sounds remarkably similar to long lost knowledge from the Second Age. Perhaps it was fate that brought you here at this time...\"\n\nMarcus goes silent as he ponders the implications of what Albright has said. There is a chance Albright could help Marcus' people rediscover advanced metallurgy techniques lost to the ravages of time and war...\n\n\"In any case, the techniques you speak of are far more advanced than I believe were used for my sword. Adamant sand was folded in to the metal in the process of making the starting blank, and the natural ambient mana in the environment did the work from there I believe. When you asked if magic was used in the process... What I don't know is if further magical manipulation was needed after the blade was formed.\"" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "The young man brought the shoe over to Kiros and handed it over. Bruwilyn, meanwhile, pressed her lips together but opted to remain silent for the moment.\n\n\"Thank you,\" He said, a bit confused. \"When can you come by? I think tomorrow's best, he said.\"\n\nHe half-listened to the conversation between the elf and the winged man, eyes widening slightly." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros places the shoe by the edge and looks to the young man, \"I'll be over tomorrow with this reworked and ready to place it back on.\" He sighs a bit before looking to the other two, \"This is a quite interesting discussion...\" He moves slowly about, grabbing a few tools and setting up his work area. As he does this, his gaze looks to Marcus with a raised eyebrow, \"And again, I ask, who is Lord Perno... And who is Lucius? I have not heard of that king...\" His left fore leg stiffens with a recent move and he stops sudden with a hiss of pain and annoyance.\n\nAfter a moment, the pain ebbs away and he reaches into a belt pocket and pulls out a mash of herbs and starts chewing. His face contorts to hint that what he chews is... Bitter... He moves again and grabs his tongs and hammer, pushing the shoe further into the lit coal pocket. The smell of burning blood would fill the area, along with a distinct smell of sulfur as he pushes fresh coal into the forge. He does this as he waits for answers._" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "He looks confused and contemplative at the news that adamant sand was used rather than adamantine alloy \"Really? The resulting product wouldn't be nearly as strong as I'm used to. No wonder it broke. I haven't really gotten the chance to work with pure adamant. All I have is book knowledge on the subject but from what I've read it wouldn't be nearly as strong as an alloy and using sand wouldn't help to increase the strength of the metal. I would guess that all it would do is provide some energy absorption, or perhaps help deal with fire or other elemental energies.\"\n\nHe closes his eyes, concentrating, trying to see back through his memories to glean whatever other scraps of information he might have concerning the subject. Nodding his head as he opens his eyes \"Yes, I'm quite sure of it now. Adamant is extremely hard, but also very brittle. You would never want a weapon made exclusively from it except perhaps arrowheads which could likely penetrate any armor if they had sufficient force behind them. In that case you wouldn't really care about them shattering as long as they had done the job to get through the armor or plates of something like a dragon.\"\n\n\"The only thing making your sword stronger were the veins of mithral running through it. The adamant sand wouldn't help in that regard at all. In fact, it actually might work more like flawed crystallization in cast metal where it actually results in a weak point.\" Shaking his head at the waste in such a thing" }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "\"You... Have a good point... I must still be missing information, because this sword was far from brittle. It had endured so much that the surprise alone of seeing it break nearly killed me.\" Marcus sighs and shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose with his left hand. He grumbles something under his breath, then turns to face Kiros and does his best to appear calm and unbothered by the headache he has developed from his exhaustion.\n\nNoting the pain Kiros seems to be experiencing, Marcus raises his hand and murmurs something. A blue glyph of some sort forms in the air over his upraised palm, and a second later jumps over to hover above Kiros' head, where it fades away.\n\n\"I'm not especially strong in magic, but that simple spell should help relieve pain and reduce any swelling and inflammation. It lasts two hours.\"\n\n\"Anyhow, to answer you, Lord Perno is one of the Elder Dragon Lords. Long story short, my people did not abandon the Dragons to fight on the side of those accursed Blood Mages during the war millennia ago. We remained Dragonsworn, and our kingdom was destroyed entirely with the loss of the war. His Majesty Lucius Tarquinius Priscus-Aurora was our last King, and he gave his life leading a final assault against the Blood Mages to give a small group of survivors the chance to escape death - or worse enslavement - at their hands. My people have remained hidden ever since. I am the first to return openly to the world.\"\n\nHe sounds both proud... And cautious. Generations of hiding away from the eyes of the world must have instilled a strong sense of caution, and fear of discovery..." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros nods his thanks to Marcus, he chews the medicine for another minute before spitting it out into the forge, letting it burn off. He starts working on the shoe for a few moments before what Marcus said finally connects. His hammer pauses on the down swing, full stop as he freezes for a moment. He resets himself and comes down and fixes a dent. \"So... Dragons...\" He sighs a bit, \"I thought they were long gone...\" He grumbles a bit before looking about. His gaze lands on Albright and Bruwilyn before moving back to Marcus, \"I have a feeling the sword... Is not your only reason here...\" He returns to the work. His posture turning more focused to the shoe.\n\nA few moments later, he pulls the shoe out, eyes it a bit... Fixes a dent there... And then submerges it into the bucket of water near the anvil, satisfied with how it finished. His gaze looks toward a wall where he has his hammer hanging, his war hammer... Then turns away back to Marcus, \"So.. Will I start on the blade today?\" His voice comes out a bit tired.. But hopeful. He wanted to work on this project.. To prove to himself... And others that he was ready to move on._" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "The young man nodded to Kiros. \"Thank you, Warden. I'll tell Mr Silivasti to expect you tomorrow then.\" He drew a few coins out of a small purse he had been given, but, seeing as Kiros had already begun working on the shoe, he turned and handed it to Bruwilyn as the dwarf returned from the back.\n\n\"Good conversation you lot are having.\" Bruwilyn set the coins aside for Kiros later. \"Any chance you can make me some more nails while you talk? I've got to try to find some more charcoal.\"" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros turns his gaze to Bruwilyn with a slight aggrieved look, \"More nails... Always nails...\" He looks again for any other stock that might have escaped the first gather. He eyes another half dozen rods a good decent length to work with and sighs. He looks to Albright, \"I hate to ask this of a customer.. But could you bring over those rods over? They escaped my first gather... And they would work for the nails...\" Side eyes Bruwilyn, \"That is needed for the town...\"_" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Albright gives a large sigh, recalling why he came here in the first place to offer his help during the town's need\n\n\"Come now Master Kiros. Any apprentice can turn out nails or work on horseshoes, your skills are needed to work on that sword, and your focus should be on that. Do not let yourself become distracted from the masterpiece you plan to forge. With your permission, I would be happy to take over the more mundane forging tasks that are brought here, freeing up your time and your attention so that you can do your best on this more demanding project.\"\n\nHe heads over to the rods, removing his jacket and shirt, leaving his lean muscular torso bare. The clearly defined muscles on his forearms and shoulders, show that he is no stranger to swinging a hammer. He gathers up the rods, bringing them over to the anvil, looking them over and nodding before putting the first one into the fire and pumping the bellows lightly. Such thin stock does not require much heat after all to soften the metal. He pulls an odd device out of his pouch and it seems to unfold and change into an odd looking hammer with small attachments and bits protruding from it. From the handle he removes a pair of tongs which he uses to retrieve the glowing rod from the coals, with quick efficient strokes he parts the metal, flattens the head and adds a point with practiced ease, putting the rod back in the fire, then putting the nail into the water for a moment then to the side. He repeats this process over and over, without pause, lost in the work and seeming oblivious to anything else going on in the room until he eventually runs out of stock." }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "\"Your are correct, Master Kiros. There are other reasons I pushed myself to fly here despite exhaustion.\" He rubs his temples again... That exhaustion induced headache is getting pretty nasty... He allows some of his exhaustion to creep into his voice when he continues.\n\n\"Chiefly, I would assume being a Warden, you have knowledge and have heard reports that might tell me more about this Dragon who appeared in the skies above... But that can all wait long enough for me to get some sleep and come back with a clear head. Nothing good ever comes from heavy discussions had while exhausted.\" Marcus says as he watches Albright go to work. He nods appreciatively at the elf, and slides the pieces of his sword across the table closer to Kiros, indicating that the sword is in Kiros' hands to work upon now.\n\nMarcus then pulls from his travel pack a small leather pouch. He opens it to retrieve three large silver coins, each about the size of his palm. He then pulls two small metal rods from within the pouch, each about the size of his pinky finger. One has the beautiful bluish silver of pure Mithril, the other has the chalky grey of Adamant. He explains himself in a very tired and strained voice.\n\n\"The place we ended up hiding our people away in has very little gold, and even less platinum, but a surprising amount of other metals. These rods replaced gold for us long ago. I do not know their value in your market... But I believe this should be more than enough to cover your work... Or they could possibly be used in the repair I suppose... In which case I can pay more silver if needed... Until then, where would you suggest I go to find lodging for the night?\"" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "\"The Singing Shepherd, perhaps, but I don't know the state it's in at the moment. It was pretty badly damaged.\" Bruwilyn told the winged man before nodding to Albright. \"Thank you kindly. I'll see you're paid for today. If it works out, well, we'll see then.\"\n\nBruwilyn followed the young man who had brought the horseshoe towards the door of the smithy but stopped. The young man disappeared into the streets.\n\n\"There's a few smaller inns near the centre of town, as well, and it seems lots of travellers are coming in. Heard of the dragon, like you.\" The dwarf nodded to the winged man. Then she pulled her hand away from the door and walked over to look at the proffered metal rods.\n\n\"Fascinating,\" Bruwilyn said, studying the metals. \"Certainly something we can keep about. I'd say they'd cover it.\" Perhaps they even more than covered it.\n\n\"I'll be back, then,\" She said, stepping out of the smithy in search of supplies." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros watches Marcus pull the smaller bars out with a raised eyebrow, \"Curious... Curious...\" And he looks to Bruwilyn as she leaves.. Nodding with her assessment before looking to Albright, \"Um... Ahh... Thank you Albright...\" He sighs a bit, grudgingly letting the other do more of his work before looking to Marcus, \"Well... I will probably use some of these bars... To fold into the blade...\"\n\nHe takes a deep breath, looking about for a second before grabbing tools and getting it all sorted to be easily assessable and nods to Marcus to carefully place the blade parts onto the coal. He starts working the bellows with one arm at the side... Then the other as he works the coal first to low red, then bright red, then orange... Eventually to white. He holds this for a few minutes as he eyes the pieces in the pocket. An eyebrow raises as it seems to take more and more heat... Then suddenly, the color reaches something that he could work with. \"Albright, take a moment, grab the sledge\" Quickly points it out. He grabs his tongs and starts stacking the pieces with a bit of quick layer of white powder between each piece. He sets the stack up and looks to Albright, \"I'll hold, you swing...\" He takes hold of the stack and nods. \"Go!\"_" }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "Marcus will choose to sit on whatever convenient stool or chair happens to be nearby so he can observe... And would nod off not long after. He would wake if someone were to give him a shake, but otherwise he would sleep like the dead for a time... If the dead slept sitting upright..." }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Albright hears Kiros call him over and he grabs the sledge, and he wears a pained apologetic expression on his face, as he participates in the destruction of a priceless work of a master craftsman. Each strike resounds through the air as his practiced muscular arms aim the sledge with precision at the stacked pieces, small sparks occasionally shooting off as he continues to hammer them. As the hammer fell, the blows felt like cracks in his own heart, over this mutilation. Tears glistened in his eyes by the time he finished and the metal needed to be heated again. He wiped them away, mumbling about the smoke from the coal.\n\nHe glanced over at Marcus, asleep in the chair, then checked on the goat who was also asleep by the door where he had been commanded to stay." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros watches the pieces forge weld after a couple more heat sessions. He nods to Albright, \"That'll do for now...\" He is sweating hard at this time, a good twenty to thirty minutes have passed. He looks to the work... And carefully checks it. It looks like it has welded properly. He smiles a bit, \"The weld... It holds...\" He sighs a bit, \"Let's take a break...\"_" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Looking like he was mourning the death of his own beloved mother, he says\n\n\"Well, I should probably take the goat for a walk. It's been hours and you don't want that sort of mess in here, especially with what he has been eating lately. Shoes don't look nearly as attractive on the way back out through that end. Don't ask me how I know...\"\n\nWandering over to the goat he says\n\n\"I know, I know, I said we were leaving and then we didn't leave. I'm sorry I got caught up in things here. It happens to you all the time as well. Remember your so-called date with the fish lady up north? What do you mean it wasn't a date? What would you call it then...?\"\n\nAs they walked out the door for their break" }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "A forge is naturally a noisy place, so the sudden near silence as work pauses is almost as jarring as a smack. It is this absence of noise that rouses Marcus. He blinks, taking a moment to realize he had fallen asleep. He shakes his head, sighs, and stands to amble over and examine the new sword blank. He nods in satisfaction upon seeing the pieces had welded nicely. Marcus then wordlessly gives Kiros a salute, and turns to stride out the doors in search of a bed...\n\nThe crisp evening air is rather chilly after the almost oppressive warmth of the forge, and that chill provides a little bit of a shock - enough to clear Marcus' sleepy head for a short while. He takes a minute to just stand there, looking up to the sky and wondering which dragon paid the city a visit...\n\nHe sighs, and begins the trek to search for lodging. Marcus only makes it a short distance down the street before he notices the voice of Albright, talking at his goat as usual. The elf's amusing one sided conversation brings a slight smile to Marcus' lips, but then he recalls the anguished expression Albright had when he began working with Kiros on the sword... He frowns and decides to go speak with the elf.\n\nMarcus finds Albright a short distance down the road, and approaches him. He waits for Albright to notice him before he speaks.\n\n\"You seemed rather distraught back at the forge. Tell me friend, what troubles you about the work?\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Glancing up from the goat, he noticed Marcus standing there. He had a weary look on his face as Marcus asked his question. His weariness quickly turned to disgust and he spat into the dust to emphasize it.\n\n\"I started down this path in life, good sir, because I wished to create, not destroy. Everyone wishes to participate in creating something that will last beyond their own lifetime. For some they build buildings for others they build governments or institutions or even revolutions. They participate in grandiose ideals that put them into the books of history so that their names will live on far beyond their own lifetimes. For those of more modest means and lifestyles they create children and families whose bloodlines will continue on long after they are in the grave. I am no different. I wish to craft wonderful objects that will live on beyond me having their own lifespan that could be measured in thousands of years rather than simply hundreds of years. The objects I create do not need to make kings or destroy civilizations or build new countries. They simply need to be well crafted, functional, and hopefully loved by those who use them.\"\n\n\"Every crafter I have met is much like a parent. They pour their energy, their time, their passion, and their love into their children. In the case of crafters our children are the things we make and we love them all dearly.\" As he looks up at Marcus he has tears glistening in his eyes \"Today I had to destroy a child. It was a beautiful child that was loved and solidly built by an expert craftsman who poured their time and energy into making it the best that they could. I took a hammer to that child. I smashed in its face, I destroyed his soul, I pummeled it until it was unrecognizable. All that was left of it was a useless lump of metal. That child was gone forever. The love that went into it is lost. The soul is destroyed. Whatever that lump of metal becomes no matter how great or how small, it will never be that child.\"\n\n\"Tell me Marcus, and speak truthfully, if there were a child sitting here before you in a wheelchair that had broken legs and would never be able to walk again and yet she sat there before you with an adorable innocent face beaming up at you with love and trust and I handed you a knife and told you to stab her in the heart. Knowing that we were going to rip apart her body and use the pieces to build another child that had functional legs. Could you do it? Could you stab that innocent child who had known nothing but love and trust. Could you kill her, right here in the streets in cold blood in front of everyone?\"\n\n\"That is what I did today. I don't think I'm distraught enough for the crime I have committed.\"\n\n\"Is that the fate that awaits all of my children? Someday each of them will be smashed and destroyed, broken down into their basic components so that they could be used to build something else that is deemed more appropriate. What is the point of it Marcus? What is the point of building anything when you know it's simply going to be destroyed?\"" }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "Marcus sighs and looks to the sky, sending a silent prayer to whatever gods or dragons might be listening... And a short moment later pulls his travel pack off his shoulders and rummages through it to find an almost empty bottle. The small amount of colorless liquid inside begins to faintly glow a shimmering blue as the light of the currently rising moon strikes it.\n\n\"You're not going to want to hear this, but your comparison to murdering a child isn't quite fair... And I think you know it, else you would have refused entirely to help Kiros. But to answer your question anyway; no, I would not...\" Marcus gently, but with a subtle firmness and insistance places the bottle into Albright's hands as he answers. He nods to the bottle, informing Albright: \"This is Moonshine, from my family's brewery - and it's not the eye-watering, throat-burning junk brewed by country bumpkins. This is about as strong as a glass of barley whiskey; but it's smooth, cool, refreshing, and honestly soothes the soul... A bit like Elven Moonwine if the stories I hear are remotely close to reality. Tastes like... Well... It always makes me think of a mountain meadow full of wildflowers kissed by the moonlight... You'll understand if you drink.\"\n\nMarcus' earlier exhaustion shows in the jarring way he changes subjects and rambles on, but he seems clearheaded enough for intelligent conversation. He leans against a nearby fence post and gazes at the moon as he continues to speak.\n\n \n\"...Back to the child; while I would refuse to perform such a gastly act, I would however recommend amputation in a case where the legs are impossible to heal, and build her a pair of prosthetics and a better wheelchair... The child however, is flesh and blood. My sword, Harrier, is not.\"\n\n\"She is an inanimate object of metal, forged with incredible effort and skill over many hours full of fire, blood, and sweat. Created by a master smith to serve a purpose, a purpose she served well in for many years... And will continue to serve in with her rebirth. Harrier is not dead. Her body may be shattered, but she is not dead, not yet. Instead she sleeps, and cries out to be reborn so she may serve again.\"\n\n\"You see, Albright, the truth is that anything us mortals create will eventually succumb to the ravages of time. Some will last longer than others - perhaps even millenia... But eventually, our children will die. And yet we continue to create them knowing this - why?\"\n\n\"Many religions seek to answer that question, but the truth is it is simply the nature of the purpose of life - to give a new generation the chance to experience their own lives, to learn, exercise their conscience and will, and to love. In many ways, our crafted children are the same. So the quesiton becomes not what is the purpose of creating it, but What is the purpose it is created for, And by extension and far more importantly: Will it find fulfillment in serving its purpose?\"\n\n \n\"Being an inanimate object does not mean a creation has no soul. The more time, devotion, love and experience that is put into creating a work, the easier it is for that creation to gain a soul of its own. Perhaps not a soul like us flesh and blood mortals... At least not at first... But a soul nonetheless.\"\n\n\"My people have a close connection with the Etherial - hence our glowing eyes. We can't see souls, but we Can See auras. I am not talented enough to see the auras of inanimate objects at a glance, but something I am as familiar with as Harrier?\" Marcus shrugs, leaving his explanation of this fascinating and unique ability at that, quickly continuing his meandering speech.\n\n\"Harrier... She did have the beginnings of a soul... Still does in fact. She found fulfillment in serving her purpose. That fulfillment is gone now with her body broken. Her soul sleeps now, slowly fading into darkness as she sat in shattered useless misery - but she has a chance now to not fade away, but be reborn and find that purpose and fulfillment again.\"\n\nMarcus goes silent and contemplative for a brief moment, then gestures vaguely at the bottle of Moonshine.\n\n \n\"Tell me Albright, and speak truthfully as a craftsman whose creations are children. Is the work of an unparalleled chef, brewmaster, or baker any different? As part of the family that brewed that, I can honestly say you can hardly imagine the effort, expertise, craftsmanship, sweat, blood and tears that goes in to each bottle. Every drop is, to use and adapt your words: `a beautiful child that was loved and smartly distilled by an expert craftsman who poured their time and energy into making it the best that they could.`\"\n\nMarcus sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as his headache has returned in force. He hopes that his words are reaching Albright, and in the way that he intends them to be received, because he has one more thing to ask the elf.\n\n\"So, Albright...\" Marcus finally turns to gaze into Albright's eyes again, his own glowing faintly like the moon he had been watching. \"Will you help Harrier to be reborn? The love that went into her was not lost. She is not a useless lump of metal. She is not gone forever, and her soul is not destroyed... But that lump of metal is brimming with potential that can become something for her soul to reside and continue to grow in.\"\n\n\"Will you contribute to the growth and life of this creation's soul? Will you add your unique experience, knowledge, and expertise to her reborn physical form? Will you add the joy you find in creating `wonderful objects... Well crafted, functional, and loved by those who use them` to Harrier's soul, and give her a chance at a fulfilling life again? Or will you add misery, regret, and pain, or perhaps even walk away?\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "He looks at the bottle he was handed, vague curiosity on his face as he swirls it around a bit, watching it glow in the moonlight. Shrugging, he hands it back to Marcus.\n\n\"It sounds like a remarkable brew. Perhaps I will get a chance to try some eventually. You are already intimately aware that I am not in the mood to have my soul soothed at this time\"\n\nHe observes the man's exhaustion, wondering why some feel the need to push themselves near to the point of breaking, while others rarely even challenge their own limits. Such variety among individuals, even from the same race.\n\nThe topic of amputation is broached and Albright raises his eyebrow at the concept\n\n\"So, you are saying you would advocate attempting to fix the child rather than ripping her apart into chunks to build another. What a novel concept. Why didn't I think to recommend such a thing?\" He said dryly to Marcus, looking at him with accusing eyes\n\n\"We have different viewpoints on the topic of items. I certainly believe some of them have souls. I've seen it for myself.\" For some odd reason he turns to look at the goat a bit fondly \"Not that they always turn out the way you hoped they would. The ones I'm most familiar with, the seeds for them were planted by the craftsman who created them. I know they can grow and change over time, they can even develop personalities. I have never been around to witness the utter destruction of such an object and I have no knowledge if the soul would survive. I suspect it wouldn't. A similarly talented craftsman remaking the object might be able to imbue the seed of a soul within the object. It would not be the same soul. Over time, with the same owner and similar circumstances the souls might develop similar patterns or even similar personalities as the original one. It's only natural that such a thing could happen.\" He shrugs as if it really doesn't matter\n\n\"As to your question about culinary craftsmen, you didn't even have to reach that far. I have certainly brewed potions as well as made ammunition and other objects that are intended for a single use. I make them, knowing full well that they will not last. Their purpose will be fulfilled all at once, with a single usage. I assume the same can be said of bakers and brewers and chefs. In fact, one could argue that for them their children will simply die on their own whether they are used or not. The shelf life of something that is brewed is considerably longer but it is not infinite. It applies quite a bit more to the products created by chefs and bakers. A loaf of bread will only last so long. Most would say it is best consumed while it is still warm in order to get the full effect of it.\"\n\n\"Will I help Harrier to be reborn? No.\"\n\n\"The sword that comes out of this process may be better or it may be worse. The one thing I know is it will not be the same. Harrier, the sword you grew to love and who served you faithfully is gone. The last chance it had to be whole again was smashed by a hammer wielded by these hands. The corpse of your sword will be shaped into a new one. I suggest you start thinking of a new name for it is bad luck to reuse the name of another.\"\n\n\"I agreed to help in this process, to lend my knowledge and my skill in whichever way it could be helpful. I have no intention of refusing to honor that commitment. My one request was that I did not want to be around to witness the destruction of the sword and instead I felt I was pulled in against my own desires in order to destroy the sword with my own hands. I will help form this new creation even though it might be the last object I ever create. If you feel my misery and regret that is lodged deep within my cracked heart will poison the final product then you should ask me to walk away and I will honor your request and leave to begin searching for my own answers as to what will become of my life.\" \n\n\"You should go and get some rest. You look dead on your feet and you are of no use to anyone while you are like this.\"\n\nWith a heavy heart, calls to the goat and they both return to the smithy to continue what was started." }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "\"... I think you're wrong... I wish I could show you what I see, but I won't waste breath arguing over it. Part of the beauty of life, is that people can have differing opinions... Though I wish you could see what I do with Harrier. If you listen closely, perhaps you might hear her sing as you shape her anew?\"\n\nMarcus sighs, not sure if the elf heard all that was said as he walked away, but the elf is right - Marcus may as well be dead on his feet. So he looks down at the bottle Albright refused, and meanders back to the forge. He places the bottle just inside on a countertop near the doors, then walks off into the night to search for lodging....." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "Bruwilyn, after some time, returned. She had located charcoal but ended up passing it along to several families who needed it more. With her initial quest unsuccessful, she managed to secure some pastries during her return to the smithy.\n\nBruwilyn apoeared at the tail end of Marcus's and Albright's conversation. She waved at them as she took the basket of pastries back into the smithy.\n\n\"You should take a break, Kiros,\" She told the centaur. \"Overworking yourself won't do anyone any good in the end.\" Bruwilyn set the pastries on the counter." }, { "author": "r4p70rr3d", "message": "[reminder ping to keep thread active]" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros looks over to Bruwilyn and nods a bit, \"Yer right...\" He sighs a bit... Looking down at the blank. He sighs a bit, \"Well... This is gonna take a few days...\" His gaze turns as he hears Albright come in, \"Get some rest... And.. We can work on this more tomorrow...\" He starts cleaning up his area, sweaping up the scale from all the work. A good half hour later, he places the tools up and nods to Bruwilyn, \"I'll be outside...\" And heads on out, carefully not knocking anything over._" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Hearing Kiros call it for the night, Albright and the goat head out, following the path Marcos took to look for lodging. He is oddly quiet, not even talking to the goat. Meanwhile the goat which normally ignores Albright seems to watch him with concern, not even stopping to eat some tasty looking shoes along the way that had been left out for him by the door. They find an inn relatively quickly, unsure if it is the same one Marcos might be at. He books lodging for the night then settles in the common room to get some food. He orders for himself and gets a couple of side dishes for the goat. The servers looked unapproving at the goat but honestly, they had seen worse and so far it wasn't causing any problems.\n\nClosing his eyes in emotional weariness, in his head he keeps hearing the sound of the hammer striking the metal and the imagined screams of pain from the sword pieces he was destroying. He wears a look of utter devastation upon his face and his heart is left aching with the pain. After their meal, he heads up to his room with the goat and lays in bed attempting to quiet his mind and drift down into his trance that allows him to rest and recharge. His visions that night are deeply disturbing. The trance allows his body the rest it needs, but his mind is tormented and feels equally exhausted in the morning.\n\nHe returns to the common room in the morning for breakfast, wondering if he will see Marcos again. His eyes wear a haunted expression as he sits quietly at a table waiting for his food and staring into the cup in front of him." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "A pink haired elf stood at the other side of Albright's table. He had only arrived in town the night before. Though he had word of recent events upon the road. \n\n Keladan was holding the goat in both hands, though... Something was wrong. It was paralyzed stiff, like a statue or a taxidermy. The enchanter placed the goat back down on the ground. Glad to be rid of it.\n\n\"Surely I would not expect one of my own kin to be in possession of such a ruthless beast~ yet everyone says it belongs to you.\"\n\nAfter several long moments, and probably outrage on Albrights part. The goat unfroze, the thing had been momentarily paralyzed. It made a goat noise before promptly returning to chew upon Keladan's boot. Which this right there was what started the whole fiasco in the first place.\n\n\"You owe me a pair of new boots.\" \n\nHe said this, gesturing towards the gnarled left boot, and the goat there." }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "At first there is no response from him as he just continues staring into his cup. He gives no acknowledgment that he knows he has been spoken to, or even recognizes the language.\n\nAfter a minute or so, the words finally seem to sink in enough, and he turns to look at the elf and the goat, staring blankly at both. Finally he blinks and replies in elvish\n\n\"Nope\" Returning to staring into his cup\n\nAfter a brief pause, he adds \"Don't trust the goat\"\n\n\"Or so I have heard.\"\n\n\"I also hear it bites.\"\n\n\"Oh... It also has a thing for shoes, so be careful.\"\n\nLooking down at the goat chewing on one of the boots \"See? I try to warn them, but they never seem to listen.\"\n\nHe goes back to staring forlornly into his cup, apparently having exhausted his wisdom on the subject" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "This elf seemed to be quite forlorn. Keladan had been that way a good few times~ so he had zero sympathy.!! Damn goat. Which it clearly was His Goat. Keladan hastily, and frustratedly got out another paralysis charm. Hexing it into the beast again, this time when it fell over. Kel didn't pick it up. He pulled a chair and helped himself to a seat.\n\n\"I am not they, but if it cannot afford boots~ Than at least breakfast.. And if not that. Than be it a binding contract. Enchanted of course.\"\n\n The moon elf gave an imp like grin, but his eyes took on a dark glint at his final words." }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "'Binding Contract' caught his attention and he looked up at Keladan with a look of hopeful glee.\n\n\"You wish to bind the goat to yourself??? Be my guest. It doesn't belong to me. It would be nice to have someone else suffer with its company. If you're willing to do that I would even buy you breakfast!\"\n\n\"Just a warning though and I'm certainly not trying to talk you out of it. I was serious, don't trust the goat.\"\n\n\"Oh, you should also not kill it. I believe the body is housing some malevolent force, such as a destructive chaos lord, hell bent on the destruction of civilization. You don't want to let one of those go wandering around free. It is better off stuck in the goat. I mean, I'm sure it doesn't think it is better off. I think civilization is better off with it stuck in the goat.\" Clapping his hands excitedly \"At least it won't be my problem anymore. I wish you the best of luck with that. Remember, no take backs.\" He started humming a happy little tune already thinking about his life without the goat." }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "Marcus wanders in to the common room around this time, his wings catching the attention of many patrons of this establishment who missed seeing him last night. He pays them no mind, and simply wanders over to the barkeep to order a breakfast. He has a noticable bounce to his step - the man is markedly different from last night. Sleep must have done wonders. He seems downright chipper this morning, and the dark rings under his eyes have pretty much vanished.\n\nHaving noticed Albright is interacting with another elf, Marcus chooses an empty table next to them and sits down, awkwardly spreading his wings out to avoid crushing them against the chair's back. As he waits for his food, he listens to the tail end of what Albright is saying and quirks an eyebrow in amusement. Trying to get rid of the goat it sounds like? He glances down to check, and laughs a little as he realises the other elf has a boot that has clearly been chewed upon by the goat.\n\n\"So that's what this is about, the goat got to another pair of boots.\" He says to nobody in particular, amusement coloring his voice.\n\nMarcus sits there observing the pair of elves, waiting patiently for his food. He doesn't intend to interfere for now, but he would offer to pay for a new pair of boots if things start getting... Heated. He wants Albright to help Kiros reforge Harrier after all; Marcus came to believe as he slept on the thought that finishing the project, and completing a reforged blade for Harrier's soul, might help the elf find joy in the work again. Pouring energy into something like that is cathartic, and might make Albright realize Harrier isn't quite dead... And he hopes that in that time he will be able to figure out some way for Albright to peer into the Etherial like himself." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "It was difficult for Kel to suppress his amusement. This unhinged elf was... Clearly mad. Even if that goat was perhaps actually a vessel for some otherworldly entity. Kel took him at his word for regardless. He continues on in elvish.\n\n\"Certainly not- The contract would be For you. One has to sign it anyway for any magic to take hold. I care not for that troublesome beast. Only my boots friend el'thren.\"\n\n It was too early for trouble yet, Keladan was feeling chaos on the air. Instigating was not what the elf wanted to do but... His damned boot..." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "A barmaid approached the table. She was a short young human woman, and her eyes had been drawn, as many patrons' eyes had, to the winged man, the pink elf, and the elf with the mangy-looking goat.\n\n\"Would you gentlemen like anything for breakfast?\" She asked. \"Only... The goat ought to go to the stables, sir,\" She told Albright.\n\nAnother woman, an older one, brought Marcus his breakfast. \"Here you are, sir.\" She slid the warm plate of food onto the table in front of Marcus. \"Careful. Plate's hot.\"\n\nThen the older woman shoved her fists onto her wrists and sighed. \"They just keep coming,\" She mumbled to herself before she strode past an increasing number of patrons and back into the kitchen." }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "He looks angry as the barmaid walks away\n\n\"Oh, sure. I get blamed for everything the goat does, just because it follows me around. First I get maneuvered into destroying an irreplaceable magical object, now I'm blamed for boots by an Elf who first gets my hopes up about taking the blasted beast away, then goes back on that. Now I'm told my breakfast order that I placed half an hour ago is somehow lost and I need to take my stiff goat elsewhere!\"\n\nGetting up, he picks up the goat off the floor \"That's it. I've had enough. Clearly we aren't wanted around here.\"\n\n\"Sorry Marcus. Even I have my limits. I was already at my breaking point and this was my last straw.\"\n\nHe pulls out a broom from his pouch as he is walking out the door. Outside he mounts it, speaking the command word and takes off into the air heading out of Miller Dale in a SW direction" }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "Marcus groans, smacking his forehead with a palm and muttering a few choice words under his breath. He quickly stands, tossing a few coins on the table to pay for breakfast, yelling to the barmaid: \"I'll be back, just bring me some food when I return. Gotta chase after a frustrated elf.\"\n\nHe gives the other elf (whose name he still doesn't know) an apologetic shrug, tossing a few coins at him to pay for the boots, calling out over his shoulder as he runs out the door: \"You can wait, or not, up to you.\"\n\nThe instant he is outside, he spreads his huge wings and leaps into the air, leaving a could of dust behind him as he takes to the skies.\n\nA trained military man at heart, he doesn't take long to find Albright. Even with his head start - unless he is flying extraordinarily fast - it wouldn't take very long for Marcus to catch up to Albright.\n\nYelling to be heard over the wind whistling past as they fly, Marcus says: \n\n\"I know I can't understand everything you're going through, but I can understand being depressed over death or destruction and frustrated with the idiots around me. What say you we have a short chat before you run off?\"" }, { "author": "Albright", "message": "Albright is not flying terribly fast (roughly the speed of a horse at a normal trot), because it's just a basic flying broom. No fancy upgrades or on-board entertainment systems.\n\nYelling back \"I listened before and regretted doing so. I was a fool not to follow my gut and leave the first time and now my soul is torn asunder. I'm done listening to others and it is time I followed my own path. With luck, you can find me at the college if you still wish to speak at some point in the future. For now, leave me be to suffer alone and figure out if I can heal from this gaping wound\"\n\nHe continues on his SW course, like a man riding a goat, next to thoroughbred race horse" }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "Marcus sighs - which of course can't be heard over the wind, but the body language is unmistakable. He fishes in one of his pockets for something and gently glides over close enough to hand it to Albright. He will hold it out expecting the elf to take it.\n\n\"Very well, then at least take this with you. It is a Scrystone; simply submerge it in a bowl of water - or any other sufficiently large container of water, even puddles will do - and say my name. It will take mana from the last person who touched it to create a two way scrying mirror we can talk to each other through by linking to my own copy of this object. If my judgement of your mana vessel is correct, it will take about half your reserves to do this. Use it to contact me if you ever are in need of anything.\"\n\nThe object is a small dark gemstone of some sort with intricate runic carvings. The carvings are filled with silver, and the whole thing is encased in a drop of bubble-free glass tinted a faint blue. The craftsmanship alone... This is not a cheap item.\n\nMarcus will hold the Scrystone out until either Albright takes it, or until he tires of waiting for the Elf to take his gift and instead just reaches over to deposit it in whatever pocket, pouch, bag or satchel is available... Then he will give Albright a salute before parting with the words: \"A shame we must part so soon, I would have liked to become friends and discuss magic theory with you; but such is life. May your journey be safe, and may you find success wherever the winds of fate lead you.\"\n \n\nMarcus will then return, the wind from his wings stirring up a cloud of dust as he lands outside the doors and strides back in casually. He's only been gone maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, and of course the common room is even more packed than before with patrons eagerly devouring their morning meals... Marcus sighs again, expecting he will be waiting some time for a hot meal, heading for what seems like the only available seat as he scans the room in search of that other elf... Whatever his name was. He didn't seem like the type one wants to leave... Unsatisfied shall we say? Binding contracts, enchanting powers and a trickster attitude... Marcus shudders at the thought of what the enchanter could probably do to him if angered..." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Kel stood there for a bit, before taking a seat. Elves were such a theatrical lot. Whatever had been going on with that one and his goat~ Kel was glad not to be a part of it. Though he was still quite upset about the boot. \nSaying something to himself quietly about \"Designer\" And \"Not merely enough to cover a mending\". He would have to attempt to enchant it back to a normal... Unchewed state.\n\n\n After some time, more folks gathered in the tavern due to the tantalizing smells that started sneaking their way out from that kitchen. The plate piled high with potatoes, eggs and bacon at Keladans table was looking quite good as steam rolled off it. Usually the elf would prefer a light breakfast of fruit and a pastry... Though he slid the food across to himself even though he wouldn't be able to eat it all. Figuring that elf wouldn't be returning. \nIt was quite good~ and improved the enchanters mood a fair amount.." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros rested the night away, leaning against the side of his cart. As the sun rose, he woke and went inside the smithy. His gaze sweeps the area before nodding. He waves a hello to Bruwilyn and the master smith and heads over to his work area. He starts prepping the area for work, getting his tools sorted and fuel in a place of easy access. He starts the forge near him and waits for it to come to heat. He places the bullion into the hottest part of the coals and waits._" }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "Marcus is about to take a seat when he spots the other elf sitting nearby eating a breakfast of potatoes, eggs and bacon... Which piques Marcus' interest. Most elves that Marcus has had the chance to meet have a tendency to avoid meats. He sighs, and wanders over to take a seat opposite the elf.\n\n\"My name is Marcus. Sorry about the late introduction, and for this morning. Albright has been... Struggling with a wound to the soul. I would like to set things right in his place, as I am somewhat responsible for his struggles and poor mood. Are the coins I provided sufficient to pay for repair or replacement?\"\n\nHe waves to the barmaid as he speaks to the elf, giving her an apologetic look and shrugging. Marcus will need a new plate of food thanks to his impromptu chase after Albright..." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "With a raised pink eyebrow, Kel gestured towards the plate. Which still steamed and was still too piled on with food, despite the fact Kel had ate his fill. The elf sat back, and the seastone at his ear dangled. He ignored the bit about if the coin was enough. \n\n\"I'm finished if you'd like to have this, it would be a waste~ er..\"\n\n The enchanter flicked out a hand gracefully and snatched up a piece of bacon.\n\n\"Whatever are you looking at me like that for? •I was unlearned of my ignorance~ I prefer pastries but, meat is good.\" \n\n\"Now... Well to be frank I find it quite hard to believe you put a demon in that elve's goat and drove him to madness?\"" }, { "author": "Marcus Publius", "message": "Marcus chuckles, and gratefully takes the offered plate of leftovers. The sooner he finishes breakfast, the sooner he can get back to the forge with Kiros after all.\n\n\"It's nothing like that, no demons involved. Albright... He's just a craftsman at heart. We may have pressured him a bit to help forgemaster Kiros and I reform my broken sword. He considered my sword a precious work of art, and was devastated by our choice to make a new sword from its pieces rather than weld the pieces together and keep the art relatively intact. It made him wax philisophical about the creations of true craftsmen that pour their hearts into their work being like children to the craftsmen; and he began questioning if it was worth it to him to continue being a smith if his work would eventually be cast aside and melted down.\"\n\nMarcus military nature shows in how he is able to eat the food quickly between sentences. By the time he is done talking there's only a few bites left on the plate, which he promptly snaps up. He waves down the barmaid to request a light drink to finish the meal with, juice if available, tea if not, and quirks an eyebrow at the pink haired elf who still hasn't introduced himself...\n\n\"Would you like a drink as well? I'll pay for it.\"" } ]	210	18,273
123.044444	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "oopsies_owo", "message": "Hello loll, I shall start now" }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "As the early sun began to rise across the lands of man. A fisherman just so happened to be out in the water. \n\nHe was clearly an 'early bird gets the worm' type man as he cast his kind into the water. He relaxed under the stars that remained and waited patiently for something to bite his line.\n\nUnexpectedly, his hook caught something faster than usual. He hopped up in excitement seeing how tight and strong the creature seemed to be. No matter how hard he pulled he just couldn't seem to get it out the water. A cocky smile graced his face, thinking that he caught an ancient fish of some sorts. That was until the boat suddenly began speeding across the waters from how strong the creature was pulling. \n\nThe man yelled in panic, holding onto his fishing pole for fear life until suddenly his boat broke as it hit the land. He landed in his face but turned around just in time to see a beautiful woman wearing what seemed to be pirate attire in all black. She removed the hook that was caught in her dress and stared the man down in curiosity. The man was entranced at first until he noticed her sharp claws and signature hat. She was The Dead Serpent. He scattered to his feet and ran away in fear, leaving Zali in a state of annoyance. She looked around once more. \"Where in the world is the nearest port?\" She said to no one in particular" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Had been swimming along aimlessly when she caught a distinct scent in the water, one belonging to another seafolk. Judging by how it tasted, it was most likely a siren of some kind. They could be mean, with all their tricks and whatnot. However, Lo was always looking for new friends, and the chance to make friends was one she would never turn down.\n\nShe had been on her way to Miller Dale in order to mingle with the beach goers there. While they were undoubtedly still afraid of her, some were venturing closer to her every now and then, instead of running away screaming. Progress! Yay!\n\nLo followed the scent through the water until she found its source. A siren woman standing on the shore. She looked annoyed. Lo would make her feel better. Lo was nice. At least she thought so. She swam over to her excitedly, rising out of the water with their biggest, friendliest smile.\n\nFrom the Siren's perspective, what she saw was far worse. She saw a bizarre humanoid creature rise out the water, right in front of her. It tall with seaweed green hair, pale turquoise scales along its body. A soaked and tattered white dress clung to its frame. It has long, sharp claws at its webbed hands and feet. It had wide glassy eyes, reminiscent of those of a dead fish. Worst of all was it's mouth. It was far too wide, literally ear to ear. It was full of far too many sharp teeth. Lo looked like a sea monster." }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "The Dead Serpent stared up at the creature. Based on her scent she was clearly a mermaid, but she wasn't the usual preppy, fake, bitchy mermaids she was used to.\n\nIn all honesty, it was refreshing seeing a different type of mermaid, but her guard was still up slightly. A grin painted her face as she let out a chuckle at how bold the mermaid before her was.\n\n\"Given that you just swam up to me without a second thought behind those big eyes and NOT attack me. I'm gonna guess that you a friendly.\" She said her smooth voice holding a unique Caribbean accent to it. \n\nShe held out her hand with a smile on her face. \"Zali me name. Long as you don't pose a threat, we will be god friends\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Oh! This siren wasn't scared of her! That was a good start. Very rare. Most people are, so it's good that she isn't. Her name is Zali, Lo has never heard that name before, it was pretty.\n\nLo stared at her out stretched hand for a moment looking confused. She was sure that there was some kind of ritual she was supposed to perform... Oh yeah! A hand shake! Lo gripped Zali's hand and squeezed, shaking it enthusiastically. Her grip is just a bit too tight for comfort. When they let go, they finally spoke.\n\n\"Hi! Hello Zali! I like your name. It is pretty. You are pretty. My name is Lo Tide. We are friends now. I would never attack someone for no reason. Unless they attacked first. Then I would probably eat them.\"\n\nLo's voice was strange. It had a bizarre king of \"Accent\" That Zali was unable to place. Her voice also had a weird warbling quality to it, as if she's speaking from underwater." }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "\"Friends you sey? Well then Lo Tide, can you help a friend out. Do you know where the nearest port is? I need to... Negotiate with someone.\" Zali asked politely. She honestly liked how Lo Tide looked. Zali used to live in the deep sea, so she's seen much scarier creatures. But for some reason, Lo Tides interesting body structure put a strange sense of ease in Zali. Almost as if she could trust her." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Nearest port? That is the place with all the boats and people and wood yes? I often sit under the port to listen to people talk and move around. I like watching people.\"\n\nLove points a clawed finger along the coast.\n\n\"Port is that way. Do you want me to take you there?\"" }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali smiled up at her. \"Of course. Race to see who gets there first?\" Zali asked in a playful tone. She had a feeling that Lo Tide had been searching for a friend for a while now. Despite her harmful reputation, she was glad to meet someone who didn't ran away screaming at the sight of her." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo gave Zali one of her big, terrifying grins.\n\n\"That sounds fun! Will we race on land or on water? If we race in the water I will win.\"\n\nShe says that last part like it's a sure fact, not even a brag." }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "\"Is that so? Well then let's race in the water, I wanna see if someone is actually faster than ME in such terrifying waves\"\n\nZali challenged with a friendly grin. Just by looking at how Lo's body was made, Zali was sure that she would have to use all her speed just to keep up. But Zali was far from slow.\n\nShe's trained her body day and night to withstand harsher waves than the ones they were about to swim through. So if anything, Zali would be quite the challenge for Lo" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Okay! If you are insisting. We will race in the water. I want to see how fast you are. I still think I will win.\"\n\nLo steps deeper into the water until she's completely submerged. Once she's fully in the water, she looks different. Not physically different, but more confident than she was on land. You could say she's in her element her.\n\n\"You count down. We will go on one.\"" }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali stepped into the water as well. Her hair floating like expensive silk and her clothes only making her look more mystical.\n\nShe smiled, her scales reflecting in the light slightly. \"Alright. In three, two, one... Go!\"\n\nThe second she said go, the both of them took off so fast that the water behind them almost evaporated. They swam skillfully through the morning waves, the sun gracing their faces every now and then when they swam closer to the surface. For the first time in a long time, Zali was having fun." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo and Zali shot through the water like a pair of bullets. Lo was surprised that Zali was actually keeping up with her. She let out a watery giggle and put on another burst of speed, moving with unearthly grace.\n\n\"You are fast, small hunter! I like you! Have you ever been to the Abyss?\"" }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Seeing her go even faster, Zali's eyes widened with hilarity. Her nails grew sharp, letting her cut through the water easier and keep the same pace as Lo.\n\n\"I have been to the Abyss! I actually lived there for a few years and let me tell ya, I wouldn't be this fast without it!\" Zali explained with a smile. It had been a long time since she could home a conversation about her last home." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo spun around in the water to look at Zali. There's a look of surprise on her face that quickly changes to one of ecstatic joy.\n\n\"Truly? You have been to Mother Ocean's great depths? Oh we have so much in common! I have lived most of my life there. I was born there. It was where I spent most of my life until I decided to surface. I have so many questions for you! How did you survive the pressure with out being squished? Did you meet any Abyssal Merfolk like me? Did you ever see a leviathan? Did you ever hear the voice of Mother Ocean? Were you ever hunted by a predator?\"" }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali couldn't help but chuckle at such exciting questions.\n\"You lived there too ya know! I may have lived a few levels deeper since I didn't always look like this, but I'll answer all ya questions once I'm finished at the port.\" Zali explained politely. \n\n\"Are we almost to the port?\" Zali asked sensing boats and the vibrations of people talking off of them. One thing about Sirens is that they will always know if there's a voice around or not" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "They were approaching the docks rather quickly. Lo began to slow down so as to not crash into them. They also remained in the water, not wanting to reveal themselves and scare off any people there.\n\n\"I know I lived there! It is just very rare to meet another who has visited my home sea. Most who do visit are killed. I want to hear how it was for you.\"" }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali smiled \"True about that. Give me one second. I need to go handle some business real quick. I shouldn't be long though. Did you want me to get you anything? Food? Jewelry? Magic Scrolls? You name it I buy it.\" Zali offered sweetly" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Ah? You mean to offer me things? I cannot accept. It would not be fair! You would be giving to me, and I cannot give back. I have no money. It would be wiser if you bought only for yourself.\"\n\nLo returned Zali's sweet smile. At least, she tried. Her grin is still far too wide to be normal." }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali shook her head \"Trust me Lo, I'm going to get you something anyways. Your the first friend in a long time that I've made. I don't want anything back from you so you might as well just tell me what you want!\" Zali said happily\n\nShe wasn't lying. Anyone else who came in contact with her the last few centuries weren't as lucky as Lo Tide. Even other mermaids faces her wrath. But Lo was different, and Zali knew she deserved to be treated as such." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Well... If you are insisting, and not giving me the choice to refuse, then I suppose...\"\n\nLo looks down at her tattered white dress. Getting a new one after all this time would be nice.\n\n\"Perhaps a new dress? I have had this one for years. It is in poor shape.\"" }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali stared at her tattered and worn dress, nodding in agreement. But then a sudden thought came to her, she didn't know Lo's kind of style.\n\n\"You wanna come up there with me? I know a spell that can make you look like a siren temporarily if you don't want to go up in your true form!\" Zali proposed. If she wanted her friend to be happy, she going to make sure that she got everything that she needed with her OWN eyes." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo gives her a fascinated look. She could just... Do that? Just change the way Lo looked completely? Woah... She must be a really powerful mage.\n\n\"I'd love to! I've never been able to walk on land without making people scared before. Thank you for offering to do this! That is very nice of you. You are very nice. Even if I wish I could be myself, I know that probably won't happen soon.\"" }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali smiled before closing her eyes and breathing in. Once she opened her eyes again, there was a slight glow in as she released her breath underwater. \n\nA small wave of water that glowed a jade color circled around Lo beautifully before engulfing her entirely for a few seconds.\n\nOnce the wave was done, it dispersed from around Lo's body. Zali's eyes widened at what she saw. Lo was gorgeous.\n\n\"Lo... We have to find you a mirror quickly!\" She said, not wanting to spoil what she looked like quite yet. She grabbed Lo's hand and began dragging her out of the water excitedly. As the two women exited the water, eyes seemed to immediately dart to them. Men were staring in awe at the two beauty's that seemed to have emerged from out of nowhere. But they were truly focused on Lo..." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo let's herself be pulled along by Zali, they feel weird. Different. Their eyes focus on their outstretched arm as Zali pulls her along. No turquoise scales and long claws. Actual human skin. Their face is feels different as well. Their mouth is... Restricted. She runs her tongue over her teeth and feels far too few. She has to blink far too much than normal, and her field of view feels limited. She feels like she's missing organs. Where are her venom sacks and poison filters?\n\nAs she's pulled along they pass a window belonging to a shop. It acts as a large mirror. Lo sees Zali pulling an unfamiliar woman in a tattered white dress behind her. Lo's tattered white dress. She blinks. That's her.\n\nLo pulls herself from Zali's grasp and stares into the window, mouth agape. She looks so... Different. She looks so... Pretty. But, at the same time, she feels so... Wrong. What she's looking at isn't her.\n\n\"Is that... Me?\"\n\nLo is taken aback at her own voice as well. It's lost it's warbling quality." }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali stared at the window with her, a small smile on her face. \n\"Yes Lo. The spell I cast turns anyone mermaid into what they would have looked like as a siren. This would've been you if YOU were a siren.\" Zali explained as she flipped some of Lo's shiny hair behind her shoulder. It was so long that it passed her knees. Zali herself was in awe at what a beauty Lo was. Deep down though, she couldn't help but feel as if Lo felt weird.\n\nNot wanting to make Lo feel any more uncomfortable than she probably was, she politely guided her into the dress shop. They were immediately greeted by a smaller lady with bright blonde hair and disturbing blue eyes. Zali did all the talking before turning around to speak to Lo.\n\n\"Is there anything in here that catches ya eye Lo?\" Zali asked." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo followed Zali into the shop, she still felt... Off. However, her mind is occupied by all the dresses in the shop. The variety them stuns her. Her eyes are big as dinner plates as she turns her head around, looking at all the pretty dresses. She looks like a kid in a candy shop as she gazes around, wandering from dress to dress.\n\n\"Oh, so many options! So many different styles! I can not choose...\"\n\nShe turns around and around, looking at all the choices. Finally, her gaze settles on dress in particular. It's a bright sky blue, long and flowing, it had sleeves that go up to the wrists.\n\n\"This one! I like this one.\"\n\nLo turned to Zali with a big grin. Well... Relatively big, considering the newfound limitations of her Sirenesque face." }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali looked at the bright sky blue dress and told the sales clerk that she wanted that one.\n\nAt first the sales clerk tried to refuse her, but Zali glared menacingly at her, making sure not to let Lo see that side of her.\n\nThe woman quickly grabbed the dress and gave it to Zali, not even bothering to make her pay. Zali smiled before turning around and handing the dress to Lo.\n\"Go ahead Lo. Go to the dressing room and put it on!\" Zali persuaded excitedly." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo hadn't seen the exchange at all. She was far to busy examining herself in one of the mirrors strewn about the shop. She was trying different facial expressions, seeing how they looked on her new face. When Zali hands her the dress the smiles again and heads over to the changing room. She strips off the tattered white dress and looks at herself in the mirror. Her new body is pretty, but unfamiliar. It's quite literally seeing someone else in your reflection. Also, she was some... Additional anatomy located on her chest that she lacked earlier. Abyssal Merfolk lay eggs, and do not nurse their young. So they lacked... Pronounced chests. Ignoring that, Lo put on the dress. She loved how it looked and smiled at her reflection. She exited the changing room and found Zali. She did a little spin, causing the dress to fan out a bit.\n\n\"How does it look? I like it!\"" }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali gasped in awe. \"You have gotta be the prettiest woman here! I bet you'll look even betta in the water!\" Zali exclaimed excitedly.\n\n\"But first let's get something to eat. I'm starving~\" She said playfully before opening the door for Lo so they could exit together. Before she left, Zali put two rare diamonds on the counter and continued on like nothing happened. The shop clerk quickly snatched the diamonds and hid them with the happiest face ever. You could practically see the dollar signs in her eyes.\n\nAs they walked into the populated town near the port, Zali and Lo began to explore different shops that they have never seen or heard of before.\n\n\"Soo, what do you wanna eat? Other than seafood.\" Zali joked lightly" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Oh. I cannot eat anything other than seafood. It makes me very sick. I have tried. Unless you magic has changed that as well? It has already changed very much about me. It has both removed and added different organs. Does it change the way my stomach works as well?\"\n\nLo gives her a curious look. The extent of this transformation seems very large. It's like being a whole new different person." }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "\"Well... It worked on me didn't it?\" Zali said with a grin and mischievous wink. \"I never did tell you about the other half of my ancestry. I'm only HALF siren. The other half is a bit more... Monstrous.\" She said before nodding her head towards the chains of different foods next to them. \n\n\"Trust me. You will be fine. And if you do feel weird eating certain foods, that's okay! Now choose whatever you like. My treat of course\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"You are spoiling, Zali. Why are you being so nice? Is it just because we both come from Mother Ocean? I feel that is a little shallow. If you continue to insist, I have been curious about the baked good the surface offers. The... Sweet ones. I do not get much sweet food in the Abyss. Is that okay to you? I do not want you to spend to much money on me. From my understanding, it is not an infinite thing.\"" }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali stared for a second before chuckling. \"Oh Lo. I do not struggle with money, trust me. And I WANT to spoil the first friend I have ever made in the last... Let's just say a long time. So don't feel bad!\" Zali said reassuringly. Before leading her towards a baked goods shop not too far from where they were." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo gave her a smile, feeling reassured. Thinking about it again, Lo felt very rude for having assumed the worst of Zali like that. They lowered their head in apology.\n\n\"Oh, please forgive me for being so rude. I do not mean to assume that you are a bad person like that. I just have had bad people be nice to be before, just so they could \"Study\" Me. Abyssal Merfolk like me on the surface is very rare. Also, I don't get why you don't have many friends. You are very pretty and nice. You should have lots of friends!\"" }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali smiled at Lo before putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. \"Lo, Sirens aren't known for companionship... Sadly neither are gorgons.\" She said, saying the other half of her ancestry. \n\n\"You could say I had a hard time even talking to fellow sirens such as myself because I would accidentally turn them to stone. Also because I'm a pirate and I very much enjoy scarring the shit out of people!\" She said light-heartedly near the end.\n\n\"There's no need to apologize. Our kind have been captured, experimented on, and worse things. I was friends with a depths mermaid that lives in the Abyss until she suddenly went missing. Only to find out that a giant human ship dropped on her and killed her. So trust me, your caution has respect to it.\" Zali reassured Lo once again. She knew it would take some time for them to understand her, it she was willing to wait." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"Oh. That is sad. I understand what you are saying. I do not get many friends. Abyssal Merfolk like me are seen as monsters. We rarely ever leave the deep abyss, and when we do, it makes us look ever scarier. Under the water, in the Abyss, the pressure is very very big. So when we go to the surface, our spine stretches and makes us taller. I am a few inches taller up here than I am down there.\"\n\n\"I do not think anyone should judge you just because you are siren and gorgon. Even though I do not know what a gorgon is, I don't think being part gorgon makes you evil.\"\n\n\"Also. You are very nice for a pirate. Most pirate I meet are mean. They try to kill me. I do not want to be killed.\"\n\nLo grabs Zali's hand. Handholding is something surface friends do right? They were friends, so they could hold hands. Lo was pretty sure that's how it worked." }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali's head tilted in confusion as Lo held her hand, but she wasn't disturbed by it. Instead, she continued down the road with a soft smile gracing her face.\n\nThe rest of the day seemed to fly by as they explored the small port. Eating, shopping, and gossiping to their hearts content. Some people even thought that they were two beautiful sisters having a heartfelt reunion." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo was enjoying her time with Zali. For once, there was someone who actually understood her plight. She could actually talk about her struggles both on land and in sea with her. However, over the course of the their time, Lo was growing more and more uncomfortable.\n\n\"I do not want to sound rude, but how long will this transformation last? It is nice, do not get confused. Very pretty. But it is also... Wrong. It is not Me.\"" }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali saw how uncomfortable she was and nodded her head in agreement. \"You're right. Let's not stay too long. The transformation has a few minutes left on it. But! I can teach to you if you ever want to use it later. Once the spell is cast by the persons own hands it can last forever!\" Zali said excitedly before softly grabbing Lo's arm and walking back towards the port.\n\nEverything was going smoothly until a couple of guards with their hands on their weapons crossed Zali's sight. These weren't regular guards, they were mermaid hunters.\n\nZali swiftly pulled Lo into an alley with her, quickly walking away from prying eyes. She didn't tell Lo why she suddenly changed direction. All she knew was that she had to get her friend away from those murderers so she could handle them later." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "\"I do not think I want to learn the spell. It makes me feel weird. I prefer to be myself. Even if it makes things harder. I do not want to change just so people will not be mean.\"\n\nLo yelps as she's pulled down the alley way, she looks at Zali in confusion and frowns. She pulls out of Zali's grasp and narrows her eyes.\n\n\"Why did you pull me into here? What are you doing? Was it something about the guards?\"" }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali's more pirated accent came to light \"Keep ya' voice down and head low. Those aren't guards. Rose are mermaid hunters. They can be identified by their scaled belts from dead mermaids. I need to get you back to the water.\"\n\nZali explained hurriedly before leasing the way to the other end of the alley. \"If we're gonna have any chance fighting them, you need to get in the water so the spell can wear off.\" \n\nZali poked her head out to see if the coast was clear before motioning with her head for Lo to follow her." }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo does not follow her. Instead she just looks at her confused. She tilts her head.\n\n\"...If they are mermaid hunters, then why do we not just kill them? Zali. I am an Abyssal Merfolk. I have paralytic venom. My claws and teeth are made for tearing flesh. I could kill both of them in a moment. Why are we hiding?\"" }, { "author": "The Dead Serpent", "message": "Zali sighed. \"Because there are different variations of mermaids they've killed in their arsenal. Ones with venom, smoke, poison. We know their easy to kill, but in order to kill them YOUR spell has to wear off.\" \n\nZali pointed from her head to toe. \"You still look like a nice town girl who bakes cakes! No teeth, no claws, they aren't running from you when you look this good. No offense.\" She informed before holding her hand out.\n\n\"Please trust me on this. We gotta get to the water.\"" }, { "author": "Lo Tide", "message": "Lo grumbles and mutters under her breath in her home language. At least, she tries to. This new body is not accustomed to speaking Abyssal. It's likely that it's physically impossible for them, or if not, very very difficult. Nevertheless, Lo takes Zali's hand and follows her." } ]	103	5,537
146.666667	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "The instant the sun peeks over the eastern horizon, Nina wakes. Despite being tangled up in the coils of a certain Lamia friend, she somehow wiggles out and exits the wagon to prepare breakfast.\n\nNina's horse Sullivan greets her soon as she steps outside, and she pats his head affectionately for a moment before she begins making breakfast. A farmer on his way to the markets inside the gates of Miller Dale passes by, and she quickly barters for a few eggs. After skinning and washing a few potatoes from a sack she pulls from a compartment under the wagon, she lights a small fire to cook with.\n\nSoon, the smell of an egg and sausage hash permeates the air..." }, { "author": "Venaat Wyrmbreaker", "message": "Having just woken up, Venaat had left Nina to Nyx's embrace; wishing to try their hand at hunting in plains and the mountainous lands around Miller Dale. And now they were returning empty handed.\n\n\"Mornin' lass. Tried me hand at hunting on mountain land. Harder than ah woulda thought. Big game is rarer than ah expected, and smaller game is too small. Better ta jus fish lik ah always do if ah find a river. Ah couldn' even tell if the hares were grown or nawh so ah just didn't take a shot.\"\n\nThey then sat by the fire, slowly undoing the string of their crossbow. The smell of the egg was new, and weird. It smelt like the patches of iridescent water that they sometimes saw on the Serpentine sea or something more memorable\n\n\"Whats the smell? It smells like Cretoan shores.\"" }, { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "\"We're too close to the city to make hunting a good option. In more sparsely populated areas, or in mountains and big forests, hunting is much better. Give it another shot when we head out again, I'll show you a few tricks of the trade to hunt landbound beasties.\"\n\nInstead of answering with words, Nina takes a wooden bowl and fills it with food. Hash browns mixed with scrambled eggs and sausage makes for a tasty meal. She waves the bowl under Venaat's nose and smiles, holding it and a fork out for him to take.\n\n\"Potato hash with sausage and egg - ah, I don't suppose you had any chickens on your ship, so the egg might be a bit new. Most people find it quite tasty though, so I suggest you give it a try.\" She says to him with a big grin. She's in a good mood this morning." }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "The larger lamia at this point poked her head out of the caravan clearly having just woken up upon smelling the food and hearing the talking not saying anything quite yet just listening to the conversation and trying not to pay attention to the humans walking past towards the gates" }, { "author": "Venaat Wyrmbreaker", "message": "Venaat took a bite of the food, their tongue clearing their lips of the grease after the bite\n\n\"Ya, ah gotta give it to ya, tastes heavenly. Food aside ; after hitting the jewelryman ye got any other things ye wanna do? Ah am chipperer than a swabbie hopped up on laudanum so ah can be yer porter fer the day. Ah also gotta check undersides of whatever inn there is come nightfall, but that be me own business unless ye still have a thirst fer the unsavory sort\"" }, { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "Nina dishes out a portion for Nyxia as well, even though she knows it won't be enough for the Lamia... And that Nyxia is probably still full from those bandits...\n\n\"I reckon that after we get through the gates and register Nyxia as an adventurer or mercenary, we'll have plenty of time to do anything you want Venaat. I'll take you to the jeweler, and to the stables to get that horse you wanted.\"\n\nNina gives Nyxia a sidelong glance as she asks \"Do you want to come with us? Or do you plan to head out on mercenary work soon as we register you?\"" }, { "author": "Venaat Wyrmbreaker", "message": "The sailor chuckled, realizing their prime way of enjoying themselves had been risking their life; on way too many occasions for no other reason than the thrill of it. What do people even do in towns when they are there legally that didn't involve getting chased by lawmen in the end? Go to the bar to actually be merry? One would assume so. They looked at the road, a thought sparking in their mind, scratching the tip of their ear they turned to Nyxia\n\n\"Ah wonder if snake-lasses were more common they would make socks down to the tail so cobbled roads would be more comfortable. But thats assumin' it is a bother. Like how Feradan got tailcaps fer winter.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "Taking the plate she begins eating saying Maybe Absently minded to Venaat's word as she looks towards the city and watches the citizens walking in and out of the gate" }, { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "Nina chuckles, and quickly eats the remaining chow. Between bites, she mumbles:\n\n\"I reckon we ought to go to that jeweler, then grab a bite to eat in town. Nyx and I will go register her with the mercenaries guild, and you can go about doing as you please for the afternoon... Then we'll meet back up later. What say ye?\"" }, { "author": "Venaat Wyrmbreaker", "message": "The sailor finished up their bowl, sitting up and dusting themselves off. They checked the small knife in their pocket and the dagger strapped inside their coat; taking them out and checking the edge by repeatedly tapping it on their nails\n\n\"That sounds great, ah will also get some idle chatter with the inn keepers in; might smooth over the evening when it comes to. Ah can also talk to the trader at the stable. If ah don't show up while the sun is up ah probably got me tail caught in unlawful business; ah will catch up to ye wherever ye are when the lamplighter is doing his rounds.\"" }, { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "Nina nods enthusiastically and begins cleaning up from making breakfast.\n\n\"There's an open market just inside the gates, I'll be parking my wagon there. It will make for a good place to meet back up as well. Just try to check in with me before it gets too late, or I'll start worrying some unsavory folk shanked ya.\"" }, { "author": "Venaat Wyrmbreaker", "message": "The sailor waits until the cart starts moving once more, this time following it on foot, walking in line with the jockey box; their head barely above the wagon bed. \n\n\"Ah wouldn' worry about that. Ah am hardier and slippier than ah look.\"\n\nWhen the gates were in close sight the sailor spoke\n\n\"Imma pass by the pedestrian gate, guards get antsy when they see too many sorts together and I am a fugitive just across the swamp. I'll wait catch ya inside.\"\n\nAs they got to the gate Venaat overtook the cart by a bit, slipping into a short line waiting before a guard that checked people's carried bags for contraband and faces for any who were wanted. While they waited they made light conversation with a dwarven lady just infront, as it was easier to seem above board when you looked sociable." }, { "author": "Nyxia", "message": "Nyxia decided to simply ride on the caravan for the time being but as venaat walked on ahead the predator leant out of the front and got close to her \"Friend's\" Ear and whispered \"Now don't forget your little promise~\" She says, her tongue tickling her ear as she slightly hisses with the last consonant, before she relaxes back and looks on at the city gates as they approached" }, { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "Nina laughs, and pulls off to the side of the main thoroughfare where a large open field full of vendor stalls and wagons bustles with morning activity. Nina easily finds a spot to park the wagon, and soon is unhitching Sullivan.\n\n\"Don't worry Nyx. I'll take you somewhere with fabulous food. Though we may want to go to the jewelers first so we can have a bit of money to spend on said food.\"\n\nNina brushes her horse down after unhitching him, and waits anxiously for Venaat to show up. Hopefully the guards don't mistake him for some lowlife... Clearing up a misunderstanding like that takes an unfortunate amount of time, and often leaves one padding guards pockets... Nina frowns at the memory of a time she had to do that before. " }, { "author": "Venaat Wyrmbreaker", "message": "The sailor reached the others after a very short while.\n\n\"The queue lasted a lil bit, but ah got past. Lets get goin.\"\n\nThe square was bustling but surely most folk didn't plug the streets like the bigger cities. Venaat unhooked their shield and set it on the side of the jockey seat, if they hit a point where would need that it was better to run in a city." }, { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "With a simple nod, Nina finishes up locking her wagon down, and tells Nyxia \"Come along Nyx! The place I want to take you for food is very close to the jeweler, and every girl enjoys looking at pretty jewelry, right?\" \n\nShe says it in a playful voice, and soon as Nyxia leaves the wagon she locks the door and tells her horse Sullivan to keep an eye on our stuff. The horse snorts, and even seems to roll his eyes in exasperation... \n\nSoon enough Nina is leading the way through the busy streets, chattering up a storm as she excitedly shares with Nyxia and Venaat all she knows about the various shops they pass along the way, and explaining a few things about the culture for Nyxia's benefit.\n\nSoon enough, the group arrives at a shop built of sturdy stone masonry and painted in dazzling colorful geometric designs. A dwarf in full plate armor stands guard by the entrance holding a hefty war axe.\n\n\"Here we are friends! Brandybuck and Frór, my favorite Jewler in all of Eluaria. Despite being very successful, the owners somehow manage to stay very down to earth and humble, and genuinely care about their customers.\"\n\nThe interior of the shop has a stupendous array of jewelry in styles from every culture on the continent. A few more dwarves in various types of armor and with a variety of weapons are posted in strategic locations to guard the jewelry. Another dwarf with a huge white beard stands behind the counter, chatting with a customer, and a stout red headed hobbit sits behind another counter. Nina makes a beeline for the hobbit lady and begins chatting with her like she's an old friend." }, { "author": "Venaat Wyrmbreaker", "message": "Venaat listened to Nina's explanations intently until they got to the jeweler. Their eyes stuck on the cuts of gems that looked like they were molded out of clay, flowing as if liquid. They follow Nina, their eyes sweeping over every gleaming piece.\n\n\"By the Grand Serpent, does a witch mold these pieces out of earth? Ah haven't seen such beautiful work.\"\n\nThey were speaking to themselves, the thought of selling their own pieces to swap them for something much more glamorous passing their mind. They were surely gaudy at heart but that would have to wait until their hunt had ended. Looking memorable wasn't the best idea while on the run and planning to get even closer to pursuing eyes and ears. They prayed that this place still stood when they came back around regardless of their own voyage. Nina did say they were 'best in Eluria', not having seen any other jeweler they didn't have a reason to disbelieve.\n\n\"Ah gotta bring me sis here when ah am captain again; she would also love it\"" }, { "author": "Nina Silverhand", "message": "\"Nyx, don't be shy. Long as you don't break anything you're perfectly welcome here. Miss Brandybuck here says you've got gorgeous scales by the way.\" Nina calls out in a friendly manner, as she waves Venaat closer. Once he comes near, Nina introduces him.\n\n\"Miss Brandybuck, this is my new friend Venaat. Like any sailor he looks a bit rough on the outside, but he's proven to be a good friend in the short time I've known him. He wishes to sell some carved necklaces his sister made, and given the wide variety of styles you deal in here I knew you would be able to see the beauty of her artwork where others would not. Go ahead Venaat, I promise she'll be fair.\"\n\nMiss Brandybuck is tall for a hobbit, reaching just under her dwarven business partner's chin. She has a motherly demeanor about her with everyone she meets, fair flaxen hair with a bit of grey starting to creep in, a very plain blue dress, and a startling variety of jewlery - like she's trying to be a walking advertisement. She greets Venaat with a simple polite nod of the head, and pulls out a jewler's glass." } ]	139	2,640
277.42	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir meandered into Palladium Park, still in his leather armour with the scimitars at each hip. Tea had helped, just a bit, to wake his mind enough to continue the other chore he had today: picking up the package from the blacksmith's.\n\nGold, brown, and red leaves crunched under Lir's boots as he strode through the park and checked the water clock. The blacksmith opened in an hour. \n\nLir sighed at the delay. However, the merchant district was peppered with vendors selling hot drinks to stave off the autumn chill. The town centre already smelt of winter spices. He certainly had time for another hot drink.\n\nA bit more tea would keep him awake, so Lir approached a tea stall. The stall was run by a woman with deep wrinkles on her face, a bright kerchief on her head, and a tunic whose trim reminded Lir of his own Shijan clothing that he hadn't yet had the fortitude to wear publicly.\n\nThe stall had a sign painted above it. In age-flecked letters, the sign read...\n\nThe sign read...\n\nLir squinted his eye at the sign and willed the letters to spell out something sensible.\n\n\n\nJuchin kept kettles and teapots warm on a small fire, and around her she had stacked dozens of tins of loose-leaf teas. The smell of tea permeated the air around the stall: blacks and greens and herbals. Outside the stall stood a board listing the teas Juchin was brewing for the day.\n\nLir stared at the board and frowned. If he asked what teas she served, the old woman would certainly direct him to the board and ask him whether or not he could read. The thought heated up the embarrassment he also felt about wearing the armour and the scimitars and the annoying nose-ring.\n\nLir hated how he looked right now, especially in daylight. \n\nExhaustion from a sleepless night compounded the shame that Lir tried to push from his tired mind.\n\nSo, instead of admitting to a stranger that he read little better than a child, Lir forced his brain to start deciphering the letters on the board, his arms crossed as his thoughts lumbered through letters and words both familiar and not." }, { "author": "mcgruder", "message": "Alberda had for once out of her armor after some surprisingly inexpensive travel from the previous location. She'd found herself a secure Inn and had left her armor and favored weapons, having discreetly tucked a dagger in a sheathe tied around the forearm of her off-hand opting for a somewhat simple dress hardly adverse to wearing a dress when she was off of a battlefield or traveling even liking the scarf in her hair apparently people wer far less nervous when she wasnlt clad in armor wielding weapons likely meant for a gaint.\n\nSo as she made her way through town and the various vendors and merchant stalls, she noticed someone seemingly confused by something for one reason or another, she certainly could sympathize, given her own recent moments of confusion. So, she Simply walked up with and in her usual neutral but pleasant timber asked \"Excuse me? Do you need help? You seem confused buy something?\" She may usually have seemed a bit out of place for one reason or another be it older cultural customs or somewhat out of date usage of words on occassion but, even then she wasnl't anti-social by any stretch." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC trudged along... She was grumpy. Why? Why was she up so early? Probably because ... It was Cold Out here! Well, that might not wake her up so early, actually ...\n\nHer whip, Ecki, stirred from around her waist, where it was disguised as a sash.\n\n. O O ( it's because the ship docked, and they wouldn't let you sleep in, no matter how much you begged. ) \n\nAC . O O ( you hush! My thought was better. Why is it so cold, here? How can people live like this? ) \n\nE . O O ( go buy a heavier cloak, boss! ) \n\nAC . O O ( that's where I'm going! Oh look... ) \n\nThe sight of the tea shop brings AC to a halt, and she drifts closer.\n\n\"Hot tea...\" She peruses the various kinds, and the menu, sidelong glancing at the two others here, studying them curiously. Poor AC huddles in her thin cloak, clearly not meant for this clime, edging as close as she can to the teapots.\n\n\"Oh, hello. Please, please tell me you know where I can get some warmer clothes...\"" }, { "author": "Ninja Raccoons", "message": "While they would usually be far more inclined to stick to the shadows and avoid the gaze of passersby, on this particular morning, the shinobi of the Kage Clan felt it fine to mingle with the locals. After turning in a bounty a little further into town the day prior, the ring tailed shadow agents now had heavier pockets and some time to kill between assignments. Unsure of what to do in their offtime, five of the ebon clad ninja raccoons made their way through the stalls of Palladium Park, looking for something to spend their newly acquired coin on while various shoppers and merchants looked at them with a dubious or untrusting eye. Indeed, the sight of any masked creature clothed in black and carrying weapons would make anyone suspicious, but the attire being on raccoons seemed to only exacerbate the uneasy vibe surrounding them.\n\nEventually, the raccoons spot a nearby tea stand. Being from a land where tea is considered a delicacy, they decide to approach." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "The auburn-haired woman's question hauled Lir from his study of the tea-vendor's board.\n\n\"Confused? No, of course not, my dear! Simply... Trying to make a decision. They all look good, don't they?\" Lir's words spilled from his mouth a bit too quickly.\n\nAll Lir had learned from the board was that there were at least two black teas, one green one, and one herbal one. He preferred black tea, but asking for a black would be too broad, so he concentrated on finding some word, any word, that distinguished the two black teas from each other. He already looked like an idiot; he didn't want to sound like one as well.\n\nLir knew he was failing. His stomach knotted in humiliation.\n\nMiller Dale began to wake in the crisp autumn morning. More and more people filled the streets and crowded around the hot drink vendors.\n\nA slight young woman approached them as well. Lir glanced at her when she asked for a tailor. The poor thing shivered in the cold, but he hadn't a cloak or coat to lend her; his leather armour kept him warm. He wished he had worn something warm to lend her.\n\nLir pointed to a road leading out of Palladium Park. \"If you go down that street, I'm told there's an excellent tailor. I've not been able to visit them myself, mind, but it's been recommended. I believe it's called Gunnhild's Garments.\"" }, { "author": "Juchin (NPC)", "message": "Mother Juchin, with a face twisted into a scowl, called to the slight young woman inching towards her fires.\n\n\"You'd do well with a cup of tea this morn,\" Juchin said to the slight young woman. However, Juchin didn't shoo the woman away from her fires. Instead, she asked, \"What would you like?\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Ignoring Juchin for the moment, Lir hoped his comment to the auburn-haired woman might elicit a clue about the teas listed on the board. He was still reading the board when the creatures approached.\n\nLir stared at the raccoons as they too joined the group around the tea stall.\n\nRaccoons.\n\nFive of them,in black clothing and carrying tiny weapons.\n\nLir gestured to the raccoons with his mangled right hand. \"Er... You see those, right?\" He asked the two women beside him. \"Raccoons. In black robes with... Little weapons?\" Lir still had trouble comprehending the myriad creatures he had encountered since coming to Miller Dale.\n\n\"They are... They are There, right? You see them, too?\" Lir watched the raccoons gather round the stall, as normally as you please, and look at the tea options.\n\n\"Is that... Is that Normal?\" Lir found himself asking this question yet again to the two women with him. \"I mean, they Are Charming little fellows, but...\"" }, { "author": "Juchin (NPC)", "message": "Mother Juchin busied herself with the customers who came to order from her, then looked at the now rather large group gathered around her menu.\n\n\"Need to make up your minds. Got a lovely Lanhail green, a black from the Golden Hills of Ostia, another black from the Lilac Forest, and an Hickitaw herbal, if you've no stomach for the jitters this morn. Hickitaw gives me excellent blacks as well; I'll have one in the pots tomorrow morning.\n\n\"Got it loose-leaf now, if you'd like a tin. Got practical everything in tins. Two coppers a cup for anything on the board. Four coppers a cup if you want something brewed special; and a minimum two cups' purchase of that. Six copper for any tin of my loose-leaf. Got a couple teapots for sale; ask me, if you need one.\"" }, { "author": "mcgruder", "message": "Alberda had her suspicions they were a bit more confused than they'd admit, but she had no intention of pressing the issue, preferring black tea given it had been about a century, she wasn't sure which one was the more delicate of the two as she looked to the old woman running the counter. \"Which is more delicate of the black Teas?\" \n\nHer attionton shifted to the new company that approached they were certianly a strange group as she answered in succession as subjects came up \"I could think of a few tailors, and a few armorers depending what you need.\" She answered helpfully from experience her gaze as transfixed on the group of Racoons while she never would admit to her own nature to anyone even she found the sight unusual- \" You're not the only one seeing it, but i imagine it's just as rude to stare, But yes which black tea is more delicate?\" -she asked the old woman appreciatively-" }, { "author": "Juchin (NPC)", "message": "\"More delicate? That'll be the Lilac Forest black. Flowery, got notes of berries and roses. Lovely springtime tea; just as good in the fall and winter. Would you like a mug of that?\"" }, { "author": "mcgruder", "message": "-She gave an appreciative not at the suggestion, searching through her coin purse as she waited for a price- \"Yes please.\" She looked to the man next to her not unaware that she technically cut in line, as she gave an apologetic smile all be it briefly to him- \"And i'll cover what he wants for accidentially skipping a head of him.\" \n\nShe was ready to step aside when she recievide her tea and likely give some advice to the woman asking about warmer clothes if she was asked fuether." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC glanced up the other woman there, \"Hmmm, I don't really use armor, but the tailor would be great. Trousers or a heavier skirt, tunic, and definitely some sort of cloak. It's ungodly cold up here!\" She grumbles, \"I slipped on doing my research of this place. Didn't ask about the weather. I've spent te last while down in Tidehaven and the Canaries. Nice and warm... I don't think I could even swim in the sea up here any more, in this weather!\"\n\nBy the tone in her melodious voice, swimming in the sea is a huge concern to the petite young lady.\n\nAC was about to place her tea order when ... The raccoons came. This was new and interesting! AC peers at the shinobi with keen interest, and apparently is the first to try ... Just speaking with them.\n\n\"Hello, I'm AC! Did you come to try some tea, too? I was just about to ask the lady...\"\n\nAC thus prompts herself to inquire of Juchin, \"What's the strongest tea you have? Which will per me up the most?\"\n\nThen she turns her wide-eyed interest back to the ninja, \"Where did you come from? I'm not from around here, either! Do you think it's cold, too? I need a nice new cloak, I think. Nice and heavy and warm.\" AC's getting chatty. Maybe she thinks the chattering will warm her up?" }, { "author": "Juchin (NPC)", "message": "Alberda had her suspicions they were a bit more confused than they'd admit, but she had no intention of pressing the issue, preferring black tea given it had been about a century, she wasn't sure which one was the more delicate of the two as she looked to the old woman running the counter. \"Which is more delicate of the black Teas?\" Her attionton shifted to the new company that approached they were certianly a strange group as she answered in succession as subjects came up \"I could think of a few tailors, and a few armorers depending what you need.\" She answered helpfully from experience her gaze as transfixed on the group of Racoons while she never would admit to her own nature to anyone even she found the sight unusual- \" You're not the only one seeing it, but i imagine it's just as rude to stare, But yes which black tea is more delicate?\" -she asked the old woman appreciatively-\n\n Mother Juchin nodded to the auburn-haired woman. She turned, picked up a mug, and then poured the tea into it.\n\n\"Two coppers, please.\" Juchin slid the mug to the auburn-haired woman. \"Lilac Forest black–always a good choice, no matter the season.\" She pointed to one of the tables set out in the park. \n\n\"You can have it there, but bring the mug back, mind,\" Juchin said. \"Though if you want to keep the mug, you can for another two copper. Buy the mug, and I'll refill it for one copper instead of two.\" \n\nJuchin glanced at Lir as the auburn-haired woman offered to pay for his drink. \"If you like, but he's not queued properly yet. Just staring at the board. Looks like he's a bit lost.\"\n\nJuchin then turned her attention to the slight young woman. \"Perk you up? That'll be the Ostian black. Rich spice notes with that one. Strong builders' tea. Perfect for a fall day. Two coppers a mug, four coppers if you want to keep the mug. You buy the mug, I'll refill it for one copper instead of two. Don't want the mug, bring it back, mind.\"\n\nFinally, Juchin leaned over to study the raccoons. \"And what would you like, young masters? The green, perhaps? I've little cups instead of the big ones.\" She pulled out a set of smaller teacups. \"If you want the smaller cups, and you all get teas on the board, I'll give you a discount. Four coppers for five teas. And one copper each to keep the cups.\"" }, { "author": "Ninja Raccoons", "message": "The ninjas were somewhat surprised that the owner of the stall regarded them warmly instead of trying to shoo them away or calling the guards. So shocked were the raccoons about this kindness that they stood fairly gobsmacked for a few seconds before they placed their coins on the table, a feat that was accomplished by the five of them standing on one another's shoulders and handing the one at the top their coins. All in all, there were twenty-five coppers placed on the stall; it would seem that the shinobi were interested in the small cups of green tea and wanted to keep them." }, { "author": "mcgruder", "message": "Alberda nodded appreciatively, as she paid two coppers and adding two more as a gratuity handing the gentlemen 20 coppers for the potential inconvience she might have caused, heading for her seat \"Thank you, I appreciate your patience.\" \n\nShe stated stopping to talk further to the other young woman present, \"Alberda, nice to meet you.\" She stated introducing herself before showing surprising knowledge of quality and cost- \"It depends what your looking for, I'm partial to both depending on my travels personally.\" She pointed out a tailor on the corner nearby \"They're really good at making dresses as well as trousers and tunics to fit your frame, you'de be surprised how rare that is.\" -she added helpfully-" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC tears her studious gaze from the utterly-fascinating shinobi to glance back at Alberda, and she nods. \"Hi Alberda, I'm AC! Thanks for the recommendation — I'll make sure to check it out once I've gotten some tea, thank you! So, it'll be nice and fashionable, that's good! I came way up here — risking the cold and all, otherwise I'm used to much warmer weather — as I heard this place has a great entertainment district. I thought I'd study what they do up here, then take it back down to Tidehaven!\" She mumbles then to herself, \"Make even more gold off of all those merchants and pirates... Hehehe...\" \n\nShe grins back at Al, \"I'm pretty good at singing, dancing, and some acrobatics, I bet I can get in on something, see what else I Can learn from them... Oh, the tea!\" \n\nShe looks, finally, back to Juchin, \"Yes, the Ostia Black, please!\" She grins sunnily at Juchin, clearly showing ... Does she really need to get 'more' perky? But, it seems she's intent on just that!\n\nWhich brings Her Perkiness back to... The raccoons, as she sets the four coppers — two for the tea, two for a much — out for Juchin to collect,\n\n\"So, what can I call you all? I'm AC, like I told her! I like your outfits, and hmmm... What kinds of weapons are those... So interesting! What do you all do? What brings you to this town? Are you interested in the entertainment district, too? What kinds of entertainment do you like? Like I told Alberda, I like singing, dancing, and acrobatics!\" This inspires her to want to demonstrate for the raccoons — and Al, Lir, and anyone else watching, too, of course. She digs in her sash, withdrawing and tossing up three beanbags, and starts juggling them in a simple pattern, but with one hand while she grins brightly at the raccoons. \"And this. Hehe.\"" }, { "author": "Juchin (NPC)", "message": "Mother Juchin took the auburn-haired woman's coppers and put the two gratuity coins in a little teapot bearing a tag that read Tips. \"Thank you much, dearie.\"\n\nMother Juchin was very old, and had travelled and seen many things. The raccoons hardly bothered her as they stood on each other's shoulders to pile money on her counter. \"Perhaps I wasn't clear. That's far too much.\" Juchin counted out nine coppers—four for the batch purchase and five for the little cups. She handed the sixteen remaining coppers back to the top raccoon and began pouring little cups of the green tea and handing them to the raccoons. \n\n\"Lanhail green... Lovely and fresh, like forest grass after a rain. Bit of elven magic in there, too, perhaps—who's to say. Good choice,\" Juchin said as she poured the teas for the raccoons. \n\nJuchin then poured the black for the shivering young woman. After collecting the coins and sliding the mug to the perky woman, she said, \"If you want a nip of something extra to warm you, I might have it. I'd have to have a look, mind.\"\n\nThen she glanced at Lir. \"Anything for you, young man?\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir had looked up from the board, listening to the conversation bubbling around him. He furrowed his brows when the auburn-haired woman approached him with... Twenty coppers?\n\nI must look like a thief at best or a beggar at worst, Lir thought as he shook his head and gave the woman her twenty coppers back.\n\n\"No worries at all... I was merely deciding,\" Lir told her as he stepped towards the tea stall. \"The Ostian black for me as well, please. I should like to keep the mug, too.\" He slid his four coppers to Juchin and received his mug of tea in return.\n\n\"Would have recommended the herbal for you,\" Juchin said. \"You look like you've not slept a wink in a week.\"\n\nLir shrugged; Juchin wasn't far off. \"I've some other errands to run today.\" Before turning back to the two women and five raccoons, he dropped five coppers into Juchin's tip pot.\n\nLir hung a bit away from the group, again studying the little raccoons as the women talked about tailors. The perky woman's juggling demonstration piqued his interest.\n\n\"Ah. Rather well done! Used to be able to do that myself.\" Lir kept his right hand wrapped around the mug. He had enough dexterity in his left hand that he still might be able to juggle with that hand alone, though he hadn't juggled at all in a few years now." }, { "author": "mcgruder", "message": "Alberda gave an appreciative smile at the observations and details picking up on the unintentional note she added, but that nagging sensation that occasionally would direct her to... Intervene in some instances hadn't been bothering her \n\n\"I'm glad I could be of help, and, yes the cold can be... Frustrating.\" -she stated memories of an old abandoned acolytes housong turned into a prison of Religious charms and wards pinging at her mind. That and how long had it been since she truly \"Felt\" Cold she knew what it was, she knew being cold was bad for her but, some sense fo her were... Dulled.\n\nThankfully her attention was now finally drawn in further towards the Racoons, a smile crossing her face at the lighter subject drawing her minds attention much to her appreciation as she enjoyed her tea and simply watched the happening around her contently." }, { "author": "Ninja Raccoons", "message": "The raccoons were surprised that their calculations were so inaccurate. As sixteen coppers were pushed back to the top ninja, he wondered what could have made him think that he owed so much more. After the excess coppers were placed back into a pouch tucked into the same silky, sash-like belt that held his weaponry, in his case a pair of tonfa, the shinobi began slowly passing down the cups of tea and disassembling their tower.\n\nOnce they were all back on solid ground, the ebon-clad ring tails noticed that they had become somewhat of an impromptu novelty to most of the other patrons. Unsure of how they felt about the sudden attention, the five simply observed those who observed them, a couple of them giving small waves to try and initiate more intimate contact." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC speculates on what fashions she might find here.\n\n\"I wonder, though... Never tried to get nice-looking but warm and heavy clothes... I wonder what they'll have? And, will I be able to move well in them? I need to be able to move! After all, I'm a great performer! I need to be able to juggle, dance, tumble and jump around... Can you do that in heavy winter clothes? Or, is this something I'll have to discuss with the tailors?\"\n\nBy her wide eyes and worried expression, clearly this is a concern for our golden ... Bard? What does she do? She spoke of performing, though. Golden bard might be close enough.\n\nBut... She is soon distracted once more from her quandary over warmth and comfort versus fashion and free movement therein...\n\n\"This is where I need my sister here... She knows fashion more than me... Then again, she'd not know wintry clothes either, I think... Hmmm...\"\n\n... Other than that one further comment, anyway. Heh.\n\nShe then sets down her teacup, tosses her beanbags into her other hand, and resumes juggling, now with that hand. Then she resumes sipping tea!\n\n\"I should set out my hat... Never pass up an opportunity for coin!\"\n\nShe resumes studying the raccoons, and grins as they wave greetings.\n\n\"So, what do you do? I see the weapons. Are you mercenaries or bodyguards or something? Caravan guards? As, the obvious presumption would be that if you're carrying weapons, you know how to use them. Or, maybe you're just merchants who know it's good to know how to defend yourselves!\" Her curiosity is clearly piqued! She muses out loud, a fascinated, curious look on her face, but this doesn't slow down her juggling.\n\nShe does pause a moment, though, in the rambling — not the juggling! — to set back down her teacup, \"A refill please, ma'am?\" While she awaits the refill, she tosses a beanbag to the other hand, and now juggles in a relatively-simple fountain pattern while she waits." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Juchin nodded to the young blonde woman and refilled the woman's mug.\n\nTo bring himself better into the raccoons' eyeline, Lir crouched as a couple of the raccoons waved, and he waved back at them. \"Hello, little fellows. Out for a spot of tea as well?\" He reached out his left hand to shake the raccoons' hands, if they let him. The little creatures looked much like normal raccoons but clearly were not. Lir studied them for a moment and stroked his beard.\n\n\"I say, chappies... Do sell your time? For a day, at least? Possibly longer?\" Lir adjusted from a squat to simply sitting on the cobblestones in front of the raccoons. \"Would be a bit different from what it seems you're used to.\"\n\nLir looked up at the women. \"Well, you layer, though it's a bit of a pain. You tend to be warmer while you're moving. And you get used to heavier clothing eventually.\"\n\nAfter eyeing the people around him, Lir looked back at the raccoons. \"Do tell me if you might be interested? I'd mislike going into details publicly.\" He tried keeping these words soft so that only the raccoons might hear him." }, { "author": "mcgruder", "message": "Alberda could see the logic behind the questions having changed between Battlefield attire and looking \"Ladylike\" Often as she let the would woman voice her concerns before answering along with Lir, all the while trying not to be too rude to the unusual troupe of what looked like rogues by staring too much but she did exchange a pleasant was even giving an ever so brief smile.\n\n\"It doe take some getting used to I can imagine, but If I can move in Gambeson and plate as stated with layering you should be able to move easily.\" -she added in agreement taking her time to savour her tea giving ana appreciaitive not to juchin." }, { "author": "Ninja Raccoons", "message": "The shinobi were once again surprised by the relatively warm reception that the others were giving them. From people inquiring about their profession to Lir now offering them a job, the interaction that the raccoons were receiving was not one that they were used to. While the way of the ninja told one never to take a proposition at face value, the quintet of shadow warriors nevertheless found the offer intriguing; besides, they had already been on their fair share of vaguely described assignments.\n\nAfter a shake of the hand, the ninjas thought the matter over; while they were enjoying their time off, they knew that they weren't the type to spend much time away from the action (being magically created to serve creates that sort of personality in a creature). Eventually, the five shook their heads in near unison, eager to hear what it was that Lir would be hiring them for." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC nods some to Alberda, \"Yeah, I'm sure I'll get used to it. I suppose I'd better, huh? Depending on how. Long I stick around this town.\"\n\nAC idly continues her juggling while awaiting her refill, and now finally eyes Lir. Maybe not with the same fascinated curiosity she'd offered the raccoons, but still. Curiosity.\n\n\"What do you need done? I suppose I'm curious, too. And, other than they're armed, do we really know what they do?\" \n\nAC inadvertently rhymes, thinking out loud, \"Then again, this could be your li'l scheme to deduce just what they do? I'm curious, myself. What, do you need bodyguards? Or ...\"\n\nShe sliiides her gaze back to the raccoons, then back to Lir. She grins mischievously.\n\n\"Ohhh... If that's the case, then I'm Really Curious...\"\n\nShe tosses her three beanbags even higher, then tugs her belt away from herself a bit. As each beanbag drops back down, she catches it with her free hand and tucks it into her belt in time to catch the next one, then the next one. She resumes eyeing Lir and the raccoons, back and forth, awaiting the next exciting development!" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "With his request to the raccoons, Lir drew more attention than he desired. He squinted at the water clock; the blacksmith would not open for another forty-five minutes.\n\nThe raccoons' willingness to shake his hand pleased Lir. He took care not to hurt their little hands. He had plenty of nieces and nephews, after all, and knew not to squish tiny fingers.\n\nLir blinked as the five raccoons nodded at him. \"I do have to say, I would probably need just two of you. Perhaps three at the most. Five might prove a touch overwhelming.\"\n\nLir nodded to the young blonde woman. \"I mean, I suppose some light bodyguarding could come into play once in a very long while, but...\" His voice trailed off. He studied the woman as she asked about his offer. She was short, with a bit of a darker complexion, pointed ears. \n\nLir considered that. He also eyed the other woman, the auburn-haired one. A bit taller, a bit more fit. A bit too human.\n\nLir sat on the cobblestones in front of the raccoons for a moment, his exhausted brain trying to put the right words together for the raccoons without giving out too many potentially embarrassing details. He sipped his tea to jog his brain.\n\n\"What I'm looking for is... Someone to keep my employer company whilst I'm not around. He usually does all right on his own, but I'd feel better if he had someone with him.\" Lir nodded to the women. \"He might, at some point, be all right with a woman, but he's currently a bit... Testy with most people. He is fond of animals, though, so these little fellows might be best for the moment.\"\n\nPutting a hand to his back, Lir stood up. He saw a picnic table big enough to sit the eight of them and gestured to it. \n\n\"Let's sit there. Sitting on the ground's rough on my back these days.\" Lir walked towards the table and sat. Grumbling, he turned away from the women and raccoons.\n\n\"Taking this accursed thing out,\" Lir muttered to himself as he removed his septum ring and slid it away in a pouch on his belt. That done, he smiled at the raccoons and the two women.\n\n\"I suppose introductions are in order?\" Lir asked. \"I'm Velir Silivasti. Call me Lir, please.\" He gestured to the others. \"Ladies? Erm... Raccoons?\" He had no idea if the raccoons were male or female." }, { "author": "mcgruder", "message": "Alberda was already contemplating whether she might consider a temporary security job, then she remembered how she did need \"Real nourishment\" And generally how she got that was frowned upon in polite society. People tended to look at you with doscontentment when you sustained yourself by feeding on the life itself of the wicked who you'd driven into instinctual primal terror... So she thought the better of it for now although she suspted her general talents would get her by quite easily in due time. \n\nFor now she simply enjoyed watching the scenario before her, having finished her tea with a content smile, her attention torning to Lir\" \"I'm currently handling my own personal tasks, but if we meet again I should be available for acting as a guard or Soldier for hire.\" -she stated with a brief confident grin.\" As she continued watching the odd group of Rogues infront of her trying to size them up given she'd had to hire infiltrators before in her past." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC meanders over to the suggested table, looking back to Lir with eyebrows aloft.\n\n\"You can call me AC. Hmmm... A guy who gets in trouble with people to be there wit him, but gets ornery around people. But needs companionship. How old is this person? I can do bodyguarding, I guess, and I can do several other related tasks, including the kinds of tasks that'd require others to need guards. I also am very good at entertainment. But, I don't do housekeeping or other related tasks. So... I will need more details than this. Including a chance to meet your boss before I decide.\"\n\nAC's whip thinks into her head, . O O ( oooh, boss, and, if the guy has the money to hire companions...\"\n\nAC inwardly grins and thinks back, . O O ( ohhh, I know! And if we get to meet the guy first, we're casin' the joint! ) \n\nAC's outward expression if rather inscrutable, however, as she eyes Lir." }, { "author": "Ninja Raccoons", "message": "After AC's introduction, the five ebon clad raccoons were able to climb onto the picnic table and look around at the others that formed their current merry band. When the time came for them to make their own introduction, one of the shinobi elects to give the information, though, perhaps to be expected, the ninja's chosen method of conveying the information was silent and somewhat unique.\n\nThe raccoon began forming signs with his hands; if anybody knew how decipher these signs, they would be able to translate the following:\n\n<We are shinobi of the Kage Clan; defenders of the weak and vanquishers of evil. We have only recently made our ways in these lands and are strangers here. We have been making wages as guards and bountymen but work is beginning to thin. My name is Honda; the others are Mazda, Yamaha, Daihatsu, and Mitsubishi; we have been comrades since birth.>\n\nA few seconds of inactivity occurred as Honda allowed what he signed to sink in for a moment before he seemed to remember something.\n\n<Male.He quickly signed before he pointed to all of the shinobi in attendance." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"AC? A pleasure.\" Lir forced a smile as, for him, the conversation grew more and more uncomfortable. \n\nLir furrowed his brows at both AC and the other woman, whose name he hadn't yet gotten. \"Erm, well...\" He leaned back, crossing his arms.\n\n\"How old is he? Ah, fifty-four or fifty-five? Somewhere around there.\" Lir shook his head at the women. \"I might... Ask about your services in the future. I'd rather not stress him too much more right now.\"\n\nLir rubbed the back of his neck. \"It Would Be a good idea for a couple of you to meet him before you decide,\" Lir told the raccoons. \"Sir Jathak can be... A handful. I don't get out much because of that, as you might imagine. As far as housekeeping, probably not much, unless you want to. I'm... Not sure about entertaining, really.\"\n\nHoping the questions might peter out, at least for now, Lir said, \"I should mention he's convalescing at the moment.\" He crossed his ankles under the table. \"He just needs some company now and again while I get out and get things done.\"\n\nLir watched the lead raccoon sign at them and tilted his head. \"You... Don't talk? I'm not sure if that would be helpful or not. Did either of you ladies understand? I'm afraid I didn't, not those signs at least.\" He dropped his right hand under the table." }, { "author": "mcgruder", "message": "Alberda grasped the basic concept of using signs to talk, she knew some basics piecing together the general idea as she waited to see if anyone else understood apparently not as she roughly translated for the Racoons, she got the important details, names, that they could use the work, that they came from a far off land and, were thoroughly trained.\n\nThankfully she at the least wasn't hiding her more lavish upbringing relative to most, given the implication of some thorough education and the way she carried her self, did she come off as looking down on others? No but she just gave that air of \"Good breeding\" On some level." }, { "author": "Ninja Raccoons", "message": "The ninjas seemed a bit deflated when Lir admitted to not knowing what they were trying to say. The quintet of stealth warriors needed the job and wanted to tell him that they were interested, so Honda elected to reach into the pouch tucked into his sash-like belt and retrieve a small piece of parchment and a crude pencil. When finished, the raccoon handed the parchment across the table to Lir; included were the more important parts of the shinobi's introduction, an acceptance of the job, and a brief apology for wasting the man's time with signing as opposed to just writing things down." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC finally put away her beanbags and set to sipping her tea once more. She shrugged and shook her head at the sign language, \n\n\"Nope, not me... Oh, look!\"\n\nAC'll lean around, craning her neck in her eager anticipation of what the shinobi would have written.\n\n\"Hey, if you need help negotiating, I'd be happy to help you out!\" Really, she just seems absolutely fascinated by the diminuative figures. It wass almost enough to make her forget how shiveringly-cold she was. She hoped there would be time for her to go get some warmer clothes before Lir and the raccoons headed to ... Wherever they'd be going. For, she Would* Be tagging along...\n\nReally, she wondered what kind of guy this old ... Curmudgeonly-sounding guy was. Might it be better if she didn't get this gig? Maybe. On the other hand... Hmmm...\n\nAC's whip / belt projected into her mind* . O O ( oooh, boss, what're you plotting now? ) \n\nAC grinned happily, . O O ( oh, you'll see! )" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir listened to the auburn-haired woman translate Honda's sign language, then nodded to her. \"Thank you, my dear; that's most helpful. I'm terribly sorry. I didn't get your name?\" He asked the woman.\n\nLir raised a brow as AC leaned in to see the paper that Honda had handed him. Lir stared at the paper for long moments, mouthing each word he read. He stumbled over several of the words, especially the raccoons' foreign names.\n\n\"Er... Negotiating?\" Lir asked AC. His left hand tensed around the paper.\n\nScratching his chin, Lir turned his attention back to the raccoons. \"Perhaps this time next week, two of you could meet me here? We could go over some of the details, and I can walk you to the house. You can meet Sir Jathak and see if you'd like to take this on.\" He paused. \"I'll pay you for your time that day, even if you decide against it.\" \n\nLir drummed his fingers on the table, keeping his mangled right hand out of sight. He nodded to the two women with them. \"No offense meant, dear ladies, but I'm looking for something that's... That's not terribly human-looking, at least at first.\"" }, { "author": "Ninja Raccoons", "message": "The shinobi seemed a bit disappointed that all five of them wouldn't be able to take the job, but were nonetheless glad that they would be able to make some coin for the clan. Honda once again took a piece of paper from the pouch and began to write again.\n\n{Mitsubishi and I will meet with you at the appointed time.} He wrote. {We look forward to working with you.}\n\nHonda handed the note to Lir and awaited his response; the eyes of the ringtailed ninja seemed to light up at the offer... It would seem that they were lighter on coin than most." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC muses, quietly now, on all this. So... A potentially lucrative opportunity has presented itself. She needs to buy a new cloak and warmer clothes, but she can't let Lir get away. She has to see where he goes. She also finds these raccoons extremely interesting. She wants to see where they go, too. What to do, what to do...\nHmmm...\nUltimately... She decides to go buy the cloak and warmer clothes first, then she can look for the raccoons. After all, they'll come back and meet the old guy. So, she can find him, then! \nOr...\nShe peers at Lir and the shinobi, \"Great! So, if that won't happen till next week... Who wants to come with me to go shopping? Then I need to go exercise somewhere. I'm already starting to feel restless!\"\nThere. This'll help her keep track of SomeOne... She smiles brightly, disarmingly. She couldn't be up to any mischief, of course not! Look at that bright and innocent face!" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir took the note from Honda and read it, then nodded. He forced a smile, his gaze flicking briefly to AC before focusing on the raccoons again.\n\n\"Thank you. We'll meet then,\" He said, sliding the paper back to the raccoons. \n\nLir slid his empty teacup into a pouch at his side, then rose. \"Well, thank you all for the company. I'm sorry, dear lady. I must decline. I've some errands to run.\" He rubbed his back, then gave the group a little bow before he left.\n\nSighing, Lir passed through the streets and over the cobblestones towards the blacksmith. His mind turned to this errand now, trying to erase the new worries now flooding his mind. He hoped he would be able to get the package home without too much trouble.\n\nLir stopped at the door to the blacksmith. It was still a touch early, and they hadn't opened yet. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, waiting patiently." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros walked up to the blacksmith's place. His eyes move across the building with a semi sad smile of familiarity. His back twitches as the hastily donned hitch halter scratches it, murmuring, \"I need to get that adjusted before I leave...\" He reaches back and rubs it as his green eyes land on the gentleman standing against the wall, \"Oh... Greetings sir.\" He nods to him from his height of 6'8\". His smile turns to content, \"You here to pick up an order or to place one?\" His gaze moves to see that the shop wasn't open just yet, \"I'll check with the old man if he's ready for customers this morn.\"\n\nAs he spoke, he would reach back and pull a cord, releasing the hitch, and taps back with his left hind leg to hit a lever to release a stand for the cart. He looks back briefly to see that the cart is standing just fine and looks back to the man, waiting for his answer.\n\nThe man would see a centaur with his lower portion having a near solid coat of brown with black socks. Wearing a very light barding up to where the lower half of the human portion meets the horse portion. He is wearing a leather vest of simple quality. He wore a belt that held the barding covering his lower front end. His skin tone is darkly tanned and lightly scarred from light burns. He has a short cropped beard of dark black and his hair is of similar color to his horse coat._" }, { "author": "Ninja Raccoons", "message": "After the deal had been struck, the quintet of ebon robed shadow warriors made their descent from the table, something that was easier said than done for creatures of their size. Still, being athletic and acrobatic had its benefits... Even if in this case, it was just the ability to properly reach the ground from a picnic bench. Once on the ground, the shinobi began to regroup, the lot of them signing to one another to plan their next move.\n\nIt was quickly decided that Mazda, Yamaha, and Daihatsu would make for their current base of operations while Honda and Mitsubishi would stick around the area to get a feel for their new acquaintances... If they could get some more information on the man they would be helping and if they could find out more about Lir and the spirited woman who joined them earlier, it could prove beneficial. Some might say that such methods were subversive or clandestine, and perhaps they were, but to a ninja, this sort of surveillance was almost required and, at least in this instance, done with no ill intent.\n\n<Accompany the girl on her shopping excursion...Honda signed to Mitsubishi. <...I will try to keep tabs on the swashbuckler. When we have gleaned what information we can from them, we will meet back at this spot.>\n\nMitsubishi nodded and signed a quick <Good luckto his compatriot before he turned to follow AC. Honda began to tail Lir on his way to the blacksmith's store, quick to search for a way to get off of the streets and above the action. The ninja's highly attuned mind worked nearly immediately as he noticed a lodging house with a large banner draped from top-to-bottom of the wall facing him.\n\nHonda scurried up the wall, careful not to grasp the banner too tightly as to tear it and send himself tumbling to the cobblestone below. Eventually, he made it to the rooftop and began to follow his mark across the city's meager skyline." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "And so, as the party breaks up... AC decides she'll go shopping, indeed... And looks quite overjoyed that one of the raccons steps up to go with her!\n\n\"Oh, good!\" She grins widely, \"Come on!\"\n\nAC'll dart out the door. Is she just wound up from the caffeine? Needing to warm back up in this cold weather? Just naturally in a hurry? Eager for shopping? Hard to say! But, she every now and then subtly glances at her black-clad companion to see how he moves, how fast, how nimbly...\n\nShe'll follow the directions the woman had given her earlier, and finds the shops. As she pores over the latest fashions in attractive winter apparel, she peers down — and for the not-even-5' AC, looking Down* At someone is quite the novelty! — and inquires of the raccoon,\n\n\"I'm very curious! I really hope you don't think I'm rude or too nosy, but I really want to know more about you and your friends! Where did you come from? What do you do? Where are you going? ... And I hope this isn't ... Wait, will this be too hard for you to answer easily when you can write but not speak? Hmmm...\"\n\nShe thinks about this one while she tries on a few items, especially a fine woolen cloak of deep blue." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "A cold early winter wind frequently flew over the city, snapping banners in its wake. Thus, as Honda grasped the banner, he went unnoticed. Many banners, in fact, flapped in the wind, so he attracted no untoward attention.\n\nThe blacksmith began puffing out black stacks of smoke from its chimney. Although the chimney was hardly a good way to spy, a side window opening to a narrow alley would well allow for a silent shinobi to listen to the conversations happening out front and in the interior of the blacksmith.\n\nAs he leaned against the building, Lir dozed off, since he hadn't slept properly for two days at this point. So the centaur's greeting startled him awake.\n\n\"What?\" Lir slurred. His eye widened at the tall centaur. \"Oh. Oh,\" He said, straightening himself. \"Uh...,\" He mumbled, \"Pick... Picking up.\"\n\nAs Lir boggled at the centaur, the door to the blacksmith swung open. A middle-aged dwarven woman, her auburn hair and beard neatly beaded and braided out of the way, peered at them as she leaned over to flip the sign from Closed to Open.\n\n\"Good morning,\" She said to the centaur. \"Kiros, right? I don't think we've met yet. I'm Bruwilyn Ironmaster. Master Ironmaster's in the back.\" She then looked at Lir.\n\n\"Ah, your order's ready, Master Silivasti,\" She said, letting the door hang open so that Kiros and Lir could enter. \n\nLir followed Bruwilyn inside as she disappeared briefly into the back and returned with a large package.\n\n\"Sure you're not demon hunters?\" She asked Lir.\n\n\"No,\" Lir replied. \"My employer wanted them for protection.\"\n\n\"I see.\" Bruwilyn unwrapped the package to reveal a longsword and six daggers, all in leather sheaths, as well as a small leather pouch. She leaned over the counter and studied Lir's scimitars.\n\n\"Sword doesn't seem your style.\"\n\nLir glanced up from examining the weapons. \"Oh, it's not for me,\" He told Bruwilyn.\n\n\"Your... Employer, was it? Would be best if he could come in and try it himself, so we could make any adjustments. Specially for a left-hander. Good to have something different to work on.\"\n\nAs Bruwilyn spoke, Lir drew the longsword out of its sheath. It was a sturdy iron weapon... Silvered. Just as the six daggers were. He stepped back and swung it about a bit in his left hand, feeling its heft and balance.\n\nSatisfied, Lir slid the longsword back in its sheath. \"I imagine that, if he finds too much difficulty, I can come back and have it altered. He's under the weather at the moment, and can't really leave the house, I'm afraid.\"\n\nAs Lir slid the sword back into its sheath, Bruwilyn studied his hands. \"You might do well with a specialized sword for that hand.\" \n\nLir swallowed and shoved his right hand behind his back as Bruwilyn turned her attention to Kiros.\n\n\"So, young fellow. A man's sword hand is missing the last two fingers. Makes wielding any normal sword difficult. You need every finger for balance and, more importantly, control. How would you solve this problem?\" Bruwilyn asked Kiros. She tested her chin on her hand, studying the young centaur." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros slowly nodded, \"Ok then..\" He smiled slightly before turning slightly at the sound of the door opening. He nods to Bruwilyn, \"Aye ma'am.\" He waits for Lir to move in and carefully walks in behind him.\nHe listens in as he moves to the back. He checks in with Master Ironmaster and sees that he's working on a project. He nods to him, \"Do you need me for anything today? That town down the river needs some help with flooding damage. I am going to take my cart to help out there.\"\nMaster Ironmaster looks up from the project, the hammer falling silent as he thinks, \"Nothing for now...\" His gaze moves over to a small bucket and nods to it, \"Those nails will help out.\" His voice comes out gruff. He takes to the hammer again and goes back to work.\nKiros nods and carefully moves about the smithy and bends down and grabs the bucket, his eyes slightly widening at the quantity before looking back to the old dwarf, \"A heart behind that...\" He murmurs and heads back to the front.\nAs he comes up to the front, he hears the conversation come to a close. He pauses as Bruwilyn puts him on the spot, his eyebrow raises slightly, \"A basket pommel?\" He blurts out. His voice comes out a tad questioning. He moves to head out, careful not to bump everything with his size. He would look between the two before, \"I am still learning under your father. He has not gone much into that for bladesmithing...\"\nA voice comes out from behind them both, \"That will be when you come back to town, Kiros.\" Master Ironmaster comes out from the workshop and smiles at his daughter, \"He's still learning...\"\nKiros nods and moves on out, heading to his cart to get the small bucket settled._" }, { "author": "Ninja Raccoons", "message": "Mitsubishi was surprised at the speed AC displayed as she made for the shops; perhaps she was a bit more than a spirited lass. The ninja had been around enough magic to know its influence when he saw it and, while he was unsure whether or not the female he now bobbed, weaved, cartwheeled, hopped, and hand sprung to keep up with was a magical being or simply under its influence, he reckoned that she was in some way connected to the arcane. Despite needing to pull off quite a few feats of athleticism and acrobatics to avoid bumping into or being stepped on by the much larger inhabitants of Miller Dale, the shadow warrior didn't seem to be breaking much of a sweat. Mitsubishi's movements were executed professionally and the ambivalent expression in the raccoon's eyes seemed to communicate that this sort of thing, while necessary in order for him to safely traverse a crowd of humanoids, was not a feat that he found difficult.\n\nWhen the two came to a halt inside of a clothing store, the shinobi looked up to his temporary companion and listened to what she had to say; as he pulled another parchment from the pack on his hip and began to think of how to best answer her myriad of questions, AC would be able to take notice of the weapons an accessories the ringtailed stealth agent wore: on his back lie a curved dao while on his left leg was sheathed a large dagger; two incendiary devices, both with purple plumes of smoke painted on them, sat on his lower back, just to the right of and about an inch above his tail while his pouch sat on his right hip.\n\n<We come from lands far to the east of this place.He wrote. <We usually serve as spies and bodyguards for our master. However, in a battle against his rivals, my allies and myself were thrown into a large, glowing whirlpool and transported to these reaches; we know not where we are or why we were sent here, but we make our way selling our services to powerful people.\n\nWhen finished, Mitsubishi held his note up for AC-\n\n-to read.\n\nMeanwhile, Honda took up a position directly beneath the open window; given its location, the ninja felt that he wouldn't be risking detection if he stood there. The raccoon's ears flattened back against his hood in fear as he heard his prospective employer and the blacksmith's assistant speak of demon hunting; even if the swashbuckler denied the possibility of such creatures being near his master, the Kage Clan's bloodiest and hardest fought battles were always against hellish forces and Honda himself had seen many ninjas enter eternity at the hands, hooves, or talons of some unclean entity. If such monsters would be involved in his job, he may be out of it before it even began." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC would have grinned appreciatively as Mitsubishi keeps up, and doesn't even look like it was difficult.\nAt the shop she reached, while she picks out nice, stylish heavier clothes, she'll lean over to peruse Mitsubishi's note,\n\"Oooh, a portal, huh? Similar to how I got here! Bodyguards, huh? That explains all the weaponry I saw on you. What were the thingies with the purple marks? ... One minute!\"\nShe'll ask, and follow the shop clerk to a folding barrier to change behind, and step back out whering a heavier dark blue tunic and black trousers tucked into the boots she already had on.\n\"I like these, I'll pick out another just like both of these...\"\nShe'll proceed to do this, discussing the fabrics with the clerk, haggling over price, and also she'll pick out a heavier cloak than what she had, too, of a dark gray hue.\nShe'll look back to the shinobi,* \"You mentioned a master you served. Did this master get thrown through the portal, too? Or just you and your companions? Are they all like yourself? Wish I could hire you, but I'm just a simple street performer who's also taken to helping on a coffee plantation to learn other business, too. ... Well, I could help you find work, I guess I meant help you by hiring you myself. Hehe.\"\nShe'll also pick out two skirts — one dark green, the other dark blue, of longer and heavier fabrics, and a few pairs of thick stockings.\n\"How are you and your companions enjoying the weather here? I wonder where I could swim... The river and sea are almost certainly too cold by now. Wonder ig they have hot springs here... I'll get so dry and itchy if I can't swim...\" She grumbles cheerily. It does seem she's pretty irrepressible despite clearly hating the cold.\n\"Maybe we'll just have to race some more, or exercise in the park or something, you and me, or some of those friends of yours, too!\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Bruwilyn laughed at both Kiros and her father. \"I'm not Testing Him, Papa. You know that.\" She leaned forward on the counter. \"Basket pommel, eh? That could do.\"\n\nBruwilyn turned to Lir. \"So, come back, and we'll see if we can make something for you.\" The dwarfess grinned at Lir.\n\nLir, meanwhile, had shrunk away from the conversation, not entirely happy to be spoken about as an experiment. He kept his right hand hidden as much as possible as he fumbled with his purse.\n\n\"I'll keep that in mind.\" Lir's voice came out softly. \"I put down a deposit. How much do I owe you, my dear?\"\n\nAs pain surged down his back, Lir clenched his teeth and watched Bruwilyn rewrap the silvered weapons into their package and handed him a receipt.\n\n\"Here's your receipt, with what you owe,\" Bruwilyn said. She stepped away, studying both her father and Kiros whilst Lir passed the remaining money to her, as well as a bit extra for a tip.\n\nBruwilyn smiled, taking the money. \"Many thanks to you, Master Silivasti,\" She said as Lir picked up the package and nodded to her.\n\nBefore he walked out, though, Lir set the package down on a bench. He grimaced and rubbed his back. He hefted the package again and stepped out of the blacksmith, where the centaur was settling the bucket in his cart.\n\n\"I say, my dear fellow. If you've got a bit of time, would you mind helping me get this home?\" Lir asked. \"I can compensate you for the trouble, of course.\"" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros turns his torso slightly to look better at the man, \"Hmm? Oh... Sure.\" He turns his gaze to his cart, his eyes darting to the small barrel supporting it, to the missing wheel and then turns his gaze back to Lir, \"Just don't expect a ride...\" His voice comes out a bit clipped, annoyance there, but not directed. He moves away from the cart, and turns to fully face Lir, \"Go ahead and tie it down on the harness. Where are we heading?\" As he moved up to stand next to him._" }, { "author": "Ninja Raccoons", "message": "It took Mitsubishi a while to process AC's line of questioning; if the ninja knew what a machine gun was, or if, indeed a machine gun actually existed in this realm of spirited sprites and clandestine procyons, he would be more than justified in comparing the fairy's benevolent interrogation to one. Nevertheless, shinobi of the Kage Clan were schooled in both perception and professional decorum, so Mitsubishi not only took note of all of AC's inquiries, but also worked to answer them straightaway. Again, there was the sound of scribbling as the raccoon attempted to answer his newfound acquaintance as best he could.\n\n<Yes; a portal conjured up by magic most foul.The ninja's note began. <As for our master's whereabouts, or even if he is still among the living, my comrades and I, unfortunately have no idea.\n\nThe smallest of sighs escaped the shadow agent's masked snout and his ears flattened a bit against his hood as he finished the thought.\n\n<The devices with purple clouds on them are smoke bombs; we use them to confuse or distract our enemies. When fighting those who use deception, it is critical to be well acquainted with it. It was said that men of our path were once able to appear in plumes of magical smoke, but we have not been able to find records of this ability yet. As for the weather, it is similar to the climate in some of the more remote regions of our master's kingdom; men of our path are taught to fight in many climates, though we hail from a warmer land.>\n\nAs for the sprites invitation to exercise, the shinobi had this to say:\n\n<If you wish to exercise and know a place that we could do so, I would not be opposed; my companions take up positions all around the city, so I am sure that some will join in if they spot us.>\n\nMeanwhile, Honda stayed for a short while longer into his hiding spot and watched the swashbuckler exit the blacksmith's shop. The recruitment of the centaur complicated his plans to follow the stranger, but it was hard to deter a shinobi from his task; the two were headed out of the city and into more remote areas, which presented more of a challenge, but a capable ninja could, and oftentimes did, make any environment their hideaway; all he would need to do is change his strategy..." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC nodded, pursing her lips, tapping them with a finger, deep in thought.\nBeing actually close to 5' tall, she seldom felt like the tall one, but she surely still towered over the diminuative shinobi!\n\"A portal... Where was it? Far from here, or nearby? If it's still there, just closed, I Might Be able to help you... And you lost your master... Did this master not fall through the portal with you? Or did you get separated since then? ... Maybe your clan and I could help each other. I'm a traveling performer and businesswoman. Trade opportunities, then adventuring in between business. How big and important is your master? Could help you find him, and we can adventure and have fun in the meantime! \n\"Especially if you're fun to exercise and train with! There's a big park in this city, come on! Keep up!\"\nShe dashes off, flipping and 'bouncing' / xpringing off of stalls, barrels, and once or twice a horse and wagon! By how she's glancing back at the shinobi, it might even be she's purposefully choosing a challenging path to test their abilities.\nEventually, they'll emerge into a nice, spacious park. She'll dash down a path — she's fast, but not supernaturally so — till they gain a pristine meadow full of flowers and a nice fountain.\nShe'll turn to face the shinobi, and setting a hand to her sash, ... It ripples and turns to a whip of an unusual greenish-brown leather — it's definitely not cow leather! — which slithers up to her arm, then down to settle in its loops in her left hand\n\"So... How shall we exercise? Spar? More obstacles? How do your people usually do it?\" She dances from one foot to the other in eagerness!\n\"Could do acrobatics or dancing, too!\" As if she didn't just do Enough* Acrobatics!*" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir smiled gratefully to the centaur. \"Thank you so much, dear fellow.\" He shoved a fist into the small of his back, futilely trying to loosen the tightened muscles.\n\n\"Ah, I feel I at least ought to introduce myself before I do that,\" Lir smiled. \"Velir Silivasti. Lir, please. And you?\"\n\nLir secured the package to the centaur's harness, then pointed along the road. \"About a quarter mile's walk that way, right on the coast.\"\n\nLir would indeed lead the centaur out of the main hub of Miller Dale and towards its outskirts, notably avoiding the boats which might have made the trip a bit faster. A few snowflakes began dancing groundward." }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros smiles slightly, \"Kiros...\" He waited patiently as the man tied it to the harness, turns slightly to help settle it and then follows the man, \"So who is this blade master again? Might be interesting to see how he does with a centaur charging him...\" He smiles in a slight jest, \"I've ran off some bandits... In time past with just a charge, a yell, and a swing with the war hammer... Skittish bandits...\" He chuckles._" } ]	240	13,871
79.661765	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "luckgal", "message": "En is walking downtown, a basket of books in tow, along with some yellow flowers and apples. She looks happy" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "The wind gently blows along the bright sun yellow flowers causing a settle or two to fall off. The settles get whisked away towards the library and as En keeps walking they can hear a subtle and gentle hum.\n\nNot long soon a woman can be seen reading a book underneath a tree Charolette is peacefully reading a book. Her hair draped over in front of her, dark green hat placed off to her right settled on the green grass" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En looks to see what book the woman was reading, to see if she has read it herself before" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "The book she is reading is on the prowess of elemental magic, it has information from theories of spell combinations to even a full body transformation with a certain element.\n\nAs she flips a page and tucks a few strands behind her ear she looks up to meet Ens gaze. She gives a gentle smile and a wave\n\n\"Hello stranger\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Ah! Sorry for starring, I was just curious about the book you were reading. I'm En, whats your name? She twiddled her thumbs" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "Charlotte would gently close the book and grab her hat placing it onto her head before standing up with her staff in hand. \n\nShe walks over to the woman and hops over the wall before stopping in front and gives out a hand\n\n\"I am Charlotte it is a pleasure to meet you\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Likewise She extends her own hand and shakes Charlotte's Its nice to meet someone who also has a love of books. You have any favorite genres?" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"Genre? Oh um I'm very new to reading and I've only ever read books about magic. But of I was to say a type I would like to read sometime would have to be a um... What's the word.\n\nI've heard about them from someone before, AHA! Now I remember it's called smut? Something about passionate romance it sounds exciting to read\"\n\nCharolette gives a innocent smile as she really does believe it's Luby duby romance" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Smut?! My goodness En blushes for a moment I, also do like smut from time to time... But it can be... Much at times... Anyway. You're into learning magic huh? Im personally not a magic user, but I've come to learn a lot about magic from the people I've met" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"Well I practice a special magic you could say. I don't know many or any in fact who practice it although I'm sure they are out there.\n\nAlso is that so En, then are you meeting up with them at this moment?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "No, I haven't seen him in quite a while, he knows a lot about fire and lightning though. The Sterling Fox they call him (hes not on the server but I can try to convince him to come check it out) also, I remember... Someone teaching me about light magic. Say, what kind of magic are you practicing anyway?" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"Elemental as a whole from fire, water, wind, earth and any other that I can get my hands on and become proficient in\"\n\nCharolett would look around before looking towards the library and back to en\n\n\"Would you like to go into the library or something? It seems destiny has brought us here for some reason so let's see why aye?\"\n\nShe would give a small smile towards en" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Astounding! I've never heard of an elemental harnessing multiple elements before! And yes, that sounds delightful She returns the smile to Charlotte. As they enter the library, En finds a table and chairs for the two to sit at" }, { "author": "silva101", "message": "CHA:\n\nThe inside of the library is quite the sight to behold rows upon rows of books fill the inner brick and wooden walls of the building even going up to a third floors with the first being mainly for where those want to read go.\n\nA receptionist idly reads her own book, taking down names, to even signing in and out books... For a fee of course\n\n Charlotte would pull the chair out hold her dress in the middle and sit down while crossing her left leg over thr right\n\n\"So then what made you interested in the world of magic my dear and oh if you don't mind me asking... How old are you?" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Im 23 years old, and as for magic. My ex partner had magic, and as I stated before, The Sterling Fox - my mentor, has fire magic. I've been around it a lot and I decided one day to delve deeper into the ins and outs of it. And what made you interested in elemental magic?" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"Well yes you mentioned your mentor but you could've had a interest before them which is why I asked. As for me I'm not to sure, I felt drawn to it really\"\n\nCharolett would place hee hand upon the table and open up her palm and the moment it lays flat on the table a small flames flits to life in her palm.\n\nA few strands of her hair become flames themselves on the outer side of her hair as the inside stays the same. The flames flicker and move about as residual flame Floats off of her. The red and orange laminates the surrounding area a bit such as the floor, chair and table\n\n\nShe then let's go of her magic and everything turns back to normal before she could be yelled at for having a open flame in a library" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Intriguing. My ex taught me how to summon a light orb, but I could never manage to do it. She does a small motion with her hands cupped, as if she were outlining a small ball. Nothing happens Perhaps you have to be born with it, or at least thats what I've been told" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"Born? I'm not to sure about that. All it takes is practice, dedication and if your lucky talent of course, I'm very new to magic itself so I'm trying to get the hang of it such as trying to see and feel the mana within this world\"\n\nCharolett would move her hand in the air and try to grab onto what seems to be a invisible string but fails and drops her hand back down onto the table.\n\n\"Sorry for asking but you sure mention this ex of yours a bit. Do you miss them?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "I've been able to get over the loss. The last I saw of him, he was kidnapped by a demon. And while I have nothing against demons, the ones I met in the past were not very nice... Its a long story She looks down at the table" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"Ah I see I'm very sorry to hear that about your lover. At least he still might be alive if he was kidnapped I'm sure it was for a reason other then death\"\n\nCharolett would look around before giving a small clear of the throat\n\n\"So um... Are you a adventurer? I just started adventuring myself as of the late\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Well, I mostly like to stay home and read, but somedays I feel inspired and want to go on adventures like the ones in my books." }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"Well why not go on one this instant?, it doesn't take to much to prepare really and as long as you have a friend or two it is easy at first. Although of course there will always be struggle\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "That sounds like fun! She gave a soft smile But where would we go for this adventure? She tilted her head a bit" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "Charlotte would raise a eyebrow in surprise that this stranger thinks that she is telling them to come with her.\n\nThey did just meet after all but... Maybe it's not to bad of an idea.\n\n\"Well we can go anywhere I've read in a book that there is a hidden ruin within this kingdom, Well a good few but this one has yet to be explored\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Sounds great! Im assuming you know the way, or have a map. Oh this is so exciting! She claps her hands softly" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"Well I don't have a map however I have the book. The book itself is like a map I believe \"\n\nShe takes out a book that says the dwarves caverns. The book itself has a Intricate and detail inscription of a large dwarven city on the back, on the front dwarves holding swords that make a large X\n\n\"The book is pretty detailed and when I was exploring the kingdom a bit a few things were oddly similar\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Oh I've been to the dwarven caves, I tried using them as a shortcut but got a bit lost. En stands up from her chair If you're ready to go, then lets head out!" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"Woah hold your horses there En. Do you even have any supplies to go on such a adventure?, you know like potions, a bed roll, food, stuff to start or make a fire with\"\n\nCharolett would count off the thing she said with her finger before stopping \n\n\"Wait do you have any gold upon you?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Ah, I suppose you're right. I have some food and plenty of gold. The rest I don't seem to have. I should probably get that stuff. I guess I'm just a bit excited I didn't think about supplies..." }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"It's quite alright I'm glad I asked\"\n\nCharolett would stand up and push in her chair, grab her staff and look back towards En\n\n\"Well them let's get to a general store, then we need to go to a herbalist since bottles break easily however herbs do not\"\n\nShe would then take en out of the library and into the town where the first place they stop is at the Lancel general. A few on lookers stare at Charolett atire some Appalled and some with flirty gazes.\n\nGrasping onto the door she swings the door open and gestures for en to go in first. Like one would expect in a general store it has most goods from dried meats, bread, bed rolls, camping supplies, a few random tools like shovels and pickaxes, potions and even the random items that adventurers that have sold not knowing what they do.\n\nThe owner is a human man with a full beard, Scar over his left blind eye and bald. He wears simple clothes and watches as the two enter along with a small smirk and friendly nod" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En looks around at all the supplies Alright, as you said before, We'll need bedrolls, food, and stuff to start a fire. I have some food, but it'll only last an afternoon at least. She grabs some food from the shelves, including some produce and salads Ah, I should probably ask what your food preferences are. Im a vegetarian myself, so I won't need any meat" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"Vegetarian what's that?, ah no matter I eat anything really but you don't have to worry about me\"\n\nShe pats the side of her hip as a satchel strapped around her waist is actually a bag of holding that holds a great many of items without having to deal with the weight\n\n\"You get your things I'm gonna look around a bit\"\n\nCharolett then begins to wonder the shop picking up random items and placing them down. But then out of the corner of his eye she sees something interesting, it's a cloak it looks smokey and has a warm ash like fire on the it as well.\n\nShe takes it off the mannequin and walks over to the owner\n\n\"Hello there good sir do you know what this does by any chance?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En walks around the store, grabbing some bed rolls and bread Hmm... She checks everything that she grabbed, counting the amount of food she grabbed Yes, I think we have enough. She heads over to the counter to check out" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"Hello there shop keep I was wondering. How much is this random cloak for I couldn't find the price\"\n\nCharolett places the cloak down onto the counter" }, { "author": "luckgal", "message": "Shopkeeper: Ah, that cloak? Its quite a rare piece. It costs about 50g" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En places the things shes gather from the store onto the counter\n\nShopkeeper: Alright lets see... He starts to mumble to himself That would be 15 silver and 12 copper\n\nEn pulls out some coins from a pocket in her cloak, counts them, and places them onto the counter for the Shopkeeper to count" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "Charlotte would sigh as that's all she has left so with a bit of sadness she places them down\n\n\"Rare aye I didn't see a name or price but whatever you say. Hey En are you ready?\"\n\nCharolett looks over at her new party member and the various things she has" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Yep! Nice cloak by the way. En would gather what she bought into her basket and carry the larger items in her arms such as the bedrolls We just need to get some herbs or potions right?" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"Luckily I got us covered there. Now then let's get going shall we who knows how long we have to walk for\"\n\nCharolett would take off her green cape and replace it with the ashen cloak, the cloaks ashen like fire pulses with a red and orange fiery light for a moment before settling down.\n\nWith a smile she walks towards the door and opens it\n\n\"Let's go see what kind of trouble we can get into shall we En?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En smiles in response Lets! Heading out the door of the shop, En would follow Charlotte toward their destination" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "Leading the way Charolett is holding the book open while taking glances back and fourth through it. Currently the two are within a forest, the trees rustle and shake due to a strong gusty wind moving through them even taking a few leaves with it, Birds fly from branch to branch with the occasional chirp until a small hidden clearing shows a small stone gate with ruins written upon them.\n\nClosing the book she walks up to them and runs her hand over thr writing as it seems to Absorb her mana and light up in a crimson red\n\n\"The earth does know a dwarves holds no bounds so she let's him free to dig in glee\"\n\nThe gate then comes to life and in a swirling red flash mana fills the empty space of the gate\n\n\"Well looks like the book was right. You ready for this En?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En nods and steps forward towards the gates, smiling This is all terribly exciting! She then goes through the gates and takes a look around" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "As the two emerged, they found themselves within a breathtaking sight. Before them lay a vast, abandoned dwarven city nestled within the heart of a colossal crystal-like cave. The cave itself was a marvel to behold, with towering walls glistening with enormous crystals that sparkled in the dim light. These crystals ranged in hues from translucent blues to radiant purples, casting a surreal, ethereal glow that bathed the entire cavern in an otherworldly luminescence.\n\nThe abandoned city within this cavern was a testament to the grandeur of dwarven craftsmanship. The architecture was a blend of intricate stonework and delicate metal filigree, adorned with ornate carvings that depicted ancient dwarven legends and history. The buildings, though now showing signs of neglect and decay, still retained an air of imposing grandiosity, with spires and arches reaching towards the cavern's lofty ceiling.\n\nAs En and Charlotte ventured deeper into the city, they marveled at the vast network of winding streets and broad plazas, all carved into the rugged stone of the cavern. Fading murals and faded banners hinted at the city's former glory, while the silence that hung in the air spoke volumes of its current desolation.\n\nHowever, their wonder soon turned to dread as they realized the true nature of the city's inhabitants. The once bustling streets were now haunted by the wandering forms of dwarven zombies, their empty eyes and tattered garments a stark contrast to the vibrant life that once filled these thoroughfares. The echoes of their shuffling footsteps reverberated through the empty city, a haunting reminder of the tragedy that had befallen this once-thriving metropolis.\n\nEn and Charlotte understood that they had stumbled upon a place steeped in both beauty and peril, and they steeled themselves for the challenges that lay ahead as they sought to uncover the mysteries hidden within the abandoned dwarven city and the enigmatic crystal-laden cave that cradled it." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Wow, this place is absolutely breathtaking... Now, we'll probably need a plan to get past those zombified dwarves... En looks around the area for possible paths to evade the zombies Hmmm... You know any spells or have any potions that might be able to help us?" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"Of course I have a spell\"\n\nCharolett would tap her staff in front of her and raises up her right hand. First a massive amount of heat could be felt from it and then a swirling ball of pure fire forms in her hand.\n\nThe ball of fire is around 10 inches tall and 5 inches wide and with a smile she yells out\n\n\"Fire ball!\"\n\nIt then gets launched out of her hand and quickly flies towards the small group of zombies. Even before it could touch thier skin you can hear the sizzle and skin burning to a crisp before a big and loud explosion of flame amd ash goes off in front of the two with even a warm wind blowing past them. A few of the buildings as well as the ground is slightly scorched as a small zombie leg falls over and clatter to the ground as proof there was something there" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Ah... I was thinking something more stealth, but that works too. En looks at the burning zombies and then sees a tunnel to the next area I think I found a tunnel to the next area! She points towards the slightly large tunnel, with ornate columns holding up the path. She then feels the walls to check the angle of the walls" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "Charlotte would look at the tunnel and look at the dead zombies. At first she thought everything was fine and that was until she heard the shuffling and moaning of more of them although this time there are more. Many of them seem to be like they were once soldiers adorning armor of the dwarves\n\n\"I hope your right!\"\n\nShe then runs over and follows En down the path wondering where it leads as the zombies begin to follow" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Finding out the walls had an angle of over 90°, En began to walk on the walls towards the tunnel, watching Charlotte, making sure she doesn't get consumed by the zombie hoard" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "Charlotte would put her hands forward and a swirling mass of fire forms and En feels a brisk wind flow across her face as it builds up behind the flame shooting ot forward causing a flame thrower to shoot out of her staff\n\n\"How in the fuck are you walking on the wall!?\"\n\nShe says in a amazed tone as the zombies burn away inside of thier armor. Greedily she runs up to a few hot peices and stuff them inside as she punches and kicks a few zombies before they could bite her gaining a few sets of dwarven armor and Weaponry \n\n\"Can't leave these behind haha!\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En chuckles Perks of being a satyr I guess Eventually they reach the tunnel and emerge from the other side, with more of the abandoned city being revealed" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "Charlotte would let off another fireball to cause the surrounding wall to crumble amd collapse. Breathing a sigh of relief for a moment she looks forward and on guard\n\n\"Few that was a close one... Well then be ready for more of them. This is a city after all\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En lands on the ground and looks around So, what exactly are we looking for here? Treasure perhaps? It is a dwarven city after all." }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"I would assume so as well I'm not to sure what is here. You know dwarves are known for thier weapons and armor as well so they might have alot of really good ores laying around.\n\nShould we go to the forge first?\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "That sounds good to me She looks around for the forge Does it say anywhere in your book where that might be?" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "Charlotte nods \n\n\"Yes let's search\"\n\nAs they ventured deeper into the city, the architecture began to change, and they found themselves surrounded by towering structures that hinted at the city's industrial heart. The air grew heavy with the scent of metal and soot, and the distant clang of hammers on anvils echoed through the empty corridors. It was clear that they were drawing closer to their goal.\n\nFinally, after much searching, they stumbled upon a massive chamber, its walls lined with ancient forges and smelting pits that lay dormant and covered in layers of dust. The air hummed with an eerie stillness, broken only by the occasional creaking of metal and the distant groans of the undead that still roamed the city streets outside.\n\nAs they cautiously made their way through the chamber, their eyes fell upon a colossal anvil, its surface marred with age but still bearing the unmistakable signs of countless masterful creations. Beside it, a grand forge stood as a silent sentinel, its fire long extinguished but its imposing structure a testament to the skill and artistry of the dwarven smiths who had once toiled within its embrace.\n\nEn and Charlotte knew that they had found what they sought—the fabled forge of the dwarven city. With a sense of awe and determination, they set about their task, gathering the necessary materials and stoking the dormant embers of the forge back to life. As the flames roared to life once more, casting flickering light and dancing shadows across the chamber, the two women knew that they stood on the precipice of unlocking the secrets hidden within the ancient city—a city that had long been lost to time and tragedy." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Oh wow, this is honestly so incredible! It's nothing like I've ever read in any of my books! En looked at the armory nearby, spotting a silver chest piece I'm not used to wearing armor, it can be quite heavy, but maybe I should step out of my comfort zone..." }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "\"That armor should suite you well however if you plan on being a magic caster I would prioritize clothes that are breathable or move able since most mages has enchantments or spells that can protect them\"\n\nCharlotte looks around the forge grabbing all sorts lf presents from iron, silver, gold, mythril to even platinum. Once she finishes looking around she sees a sword with a glowing aura in display. With curiosity she walks over and takes it off the display rack inspecting it but as she does so a large bang at the door can be heard along with the moans and scratches of the zombies\n\n\"En! We have company!\"" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "! En quickly puts the chest piece on and prepares to fight Unless we have an escape plan, it looks like we're gonna have to fight them head on..." }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "The door keeps getting banged, bashed and broken until it gets torn down causing a large pile of zombies to fall through the entry way.\n\nBeing in a room Charolett can't use hee most powerful spell. However seeing as how most of them are wearing armor she focuses her magic and tries to cast heat metal on multiple targets. The zombies inch closer and closer as she strains to cast it and just before one could take a swipe it shrieks in pain as the sound of skin being Singed and smell of burnt rotting flesh fills the air.\n\nThe armor ones thrash and move about before falling to the ground still and now the regular ones come in" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En charges at a group of the zombies and headbutts one of them in the stomach, sending them all back falling like bowling pins Lets get out of here while we still can!" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "Looking around there is only one way out and that is through the horde that is still trying to cone through the door.\n\nLooking around Charlotte wonders what to doe before having an idea. Quickly she casts 3 fire bolts that get sent into the dead forges re igniting thier flames.\n\n\"Hold them back the best you can for me!\"\n\nShe then taps her fire staff onto the ground and a circle of flames appears. With a breath outward she would close her eyes and focus, all of the noise around her goes silent as she falls into a meditative state" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En fights them off one by one, punching, kicking, defending herself as best she can [Insert super cool fight move names here]" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "To En it looks like Charlotte is simply meditating but within Charlotte a dance of fire and tolerance ensues as the spirits of fire within the ancient ruins relentlessly attack. \n\nWith each attack Charlotte receives another scratch, burn, stab and even punch. Just as the zombies keep pouring in and almost overpowers En a sudden blast of warm air knocks all back except Charlotte who is within the circle.\n\nFirst her fingers skin starts to peel over revealing a hot vibrant orange and as it peels and peels she even grows to a height of 6,5 and turns into a avatar of fiery.\n\nWith a large burst of energy she comes to her senses and unleashes a power flamethrower like attack burning the rotten flesh and dull bone of the zombie dwarves away.\n\nShe looks over to Ens and gives a nod as she walks towards the door leaving a foot print of magma with each step and even melting away the stone and wood leaving a outline of herself.\n\nShe then begins to fight all of the zombies that are coming to the shop and then some. As she fights she begins to get overpowered however she stretches out her hand into the air and calmly says\n\n\"Divine flame\"\n\nA loud and sudden burst of energy shoots upward into the cave ceiling even melting the top as a large flow of flame touches all that is made of flesh and bone burning it to ash." }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "As this is happening, En is in awe of Charlotte as she decimates the zombie hoards Woah... Once the burst if energy is made, En covers her face/body with her arms to protect herself from the blast" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "Luckily en is inside so the blast moves through the building and scorches the outer wall. After the flames die down Charlotte Floats down to the ground and her feet gently touch the stone before falling over.\n\nHer spiritual body goes away and away before she is back to normal and now due to exhaustion sleeping" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "Charlotte! En runs over to her sleeping body, and looks around to see if any zombies remained" }, { "author": "Charlotte", "message": "No zombies remained as now parts of the city is on fire due to cloth and wood however the castle is fine. In fact in her hands lays a golden, bejeweled encrusted crown with a large diamond in the middle" }, { "author": "En Wells", "message": "En, with what surprising strength she had, picked up Charlotte and the crown, and headed to the surface" } ]	59.5	5,417
186	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Zara Blackwood", "message": "Beside the Taverns and Inns of West Miller Dale a small market begins to set up in a patch of clear flat grass. Zara ,a lady with long hair shaved on one side and an eye patch over her left eye, can be seen giving instructions and telling people where to set up. Booths, Stalls, and small tents, with an array of traveling merchants and shop owners, can be seen sorting out things and beginning setup. A bard begins walking around and taking requests. The Items being sold are mostly Clothing, Armour, Trinkets, Jewelry, and Rations.\n\nBy the next day great word of the market has spread all throughout Miller Dale and many begin heading down. The market attendance grows double by the afternoon. People haggling, Exploring the diverse collection of things from all around, Kids laughing, playing, and running through the crowd, People relaxing in the grass enjoying some cooked meals near a stall where Zara herself is cooking and selling food. The Aurora Market seems friendly and inviting.\n\nZara calls out to customers as their food is finished before taking another. She has a cheery expression and sweat dripping down her face. She keeps a watchful eye and keen ear out for any trouble or useful information." }, { "author": "Lymerel", "message": "Lymerel was weary after traveling this far, though she wasn't quite sure where \"This far\" Was. According to a map she had won from a less-than-pleased gambler a while back, she presumed herself somewhere in southern Heatherstead. \"Curse this map,\" She roughly folded the old hide and stuffed it into her crossbody rucksack. She looked like hell. Her cloak was tattered, her face pale, and a pounding headache twisted her normally striking features into a scowl. \n\nShe was having a meal at a local tavern when she heard news of a market that evening. No wonder all the incessant chatter seemed more lively than other taverns she passed through. Still, it could be a fine place to make some coin and gather necessities for her travels. That morning, she prepared her wares and loosed her wing for the first time in a good while. \n\nIt twitched and flittered but eventually fell limp once more against her back. She sighed before hiding it beneath her cloak again, checking her disguise in the mirror, and heading to the market. It was loud, but not in a way she disliked. She smiled at the children weaving through the crowd and the salespeople shouting their promises. Several scents abound but one catches her attention. \n\nThe fairy salivated as the scent led her to a small stall where a sole woman sold and cooked the food. It looked busy. She slowly approached, too hungry to concern herself with her usual caution. She was no rogue and waited her turn before approaching the stall. \n\n\"I'll have whatever he's having,\" She pointed at a delectable-looking plate being carried away by a man with a satisfied smile." }, { "author": "Zara Blackwood", "message": "Zara notices her rough state and looks down at her sales paper A paper with a list of names, food than price. She writes down the food and price just as before, Special with Chicken For 3 silver. She looks back up to the Lady with a empathetic smile and covers the cost of the meal with her hand. She says calmly.\n\n\"And a name for your order? Anything will do so long as you respond to it when i call.\"\n\nZara tries to act normal but she is so very obviously standing awkwardly with her hand on the edge of the sheet. She looks as tho she's been working hard for days on end but still surprisingly has it together." }, { "author": "Lymerel", "message": "The cloaked fairy returned the smile. So she Did Recall how to be friendly. She thought she had forgotten. \"Lymerel,\" She responded with her true name. She didn't think anyone would be looking for her anyway. \"How much will it be?\" She queried, looking down at the woman's hand. She was eager to pay and receive her food. Though unsure what it would entail it was \"Special\" And \"Chicken\" And those were two things she liked." }, { "author": "Zara Blackwood", "message": "She nods and begins writing her name down on the paper still covering the price. \"Oh just one silver is fine.\" She finishes writing and perks back up to hold her hand out for the payment. She accidentally uses the hand she was using to cover it and reveals the true price to the cloaked figures private eye without realizing. She begins to explain.\n\"The special with chicken comes with Chicken meat on a roll, my special creamy mashed potatoes, asparagus, topped with beef gravy\"\nAdmittedly beef gravy was all she could afford at the time. She's never had or made gravy before so the gravy is noticeably watery but still tastes delicious." }, { "author": "Lymerel", "message": "Seeing the true price, she was confused. Had the stall owner made a mistake? Without addressing it, she calmly pulled out three silvers from her rucksack and laid them on the counter. \"Sounds delicious,\" She smiled before stepping to the side, nearby to still hear a call for her name." }, { "author": "Zara Blackwood", "message": "Zara sighs picking up the 3 silver and thinks to herself \|\|why do i even try?\|\|. She watches the figure walk off and throws the coins into her chest Small chest safely under the counter. She begins preparing the meal, she moves with a swift pace and grabs exactly what she needs when she needs it with ease and haste. Soon a beautiful plate of food it presented on the counter and Zara calls out not too loud but defiantly not quietly. \"Lim...\" She looks back at the sheet quickly and looks back out. \"Lymerel! Your food is ready!\" She leaves it on the food pickup side with a wooden knife and fork. \n\nZara quickly moves on to the next person so they aren't kept waiting." }, { "author": "Lymerel", "message": "She watched from a distance as the woman prepared the food, though she was close enough to awe at her skill. She was quick and precise, nothing like Lymerel before a fire. One could give the fairy the most well-equipped kitchen and she would still only make food that could be classified as \"Edible.\" Lymerel approached the stall again, picking up her plate. The warmth of it melted into her palms. She choked down her sentiments at having such well-prepared food, recalling her sister who was much better with her hands. \n\n\"Thank you,\" She mumbled only above a whisper, looking at the cook with softness before going to sit on the grass amongst the others to devour her meal." }, { "author": "Juniper Starling", "message": "Sitting in the grass a short mid 20's looking elf with long, curly, black hair, black fancy yet unique clothing with a almost glowing crescent moon on their back. They are watching a needle and some material sew together in front of them effortlessly sewing together a white and golden yellow Chaperon. A second needle pops out of their bag, it adds and takes away golden thread detailing and creating a beautiful design on the shoulder. The needles drop and they take a sip of water but after they put it away they put their hands back in their lap and begin moving their fingers in strange ways, as they do the needles pick back up again. They sit slouched looking quite bored but smiles and waves to the cook when they notice they have a moment of freedom (the cook smiles and waves back and wipes her forehead dramatically). The elf chuckles and takes a brief look around from their work at all the different people and scenes happening around them." }, { "author": "Lymerel", "message": "Lymerel was preoccupied with her food after the first bite. It was so delicious that it disappeared. She scanned herself and the area with a quizzical look before she realized she devoured it all. She felt momentarily sad but mostly full and satisfied, warm from the meal.\n\nShe let her head loll back as she looked at the sky. Even the sun just on her face felt magnificent. She regretted not being able to remove her cloak, but alas, one must be grateful for the small pleasures. She sighed as she recalled more blissful times, before looking around again. How she wished she could have made friends like some of the others.\n\nLymerel's attention was caught by someone doing some type of creation magic, making beautiful embroidery that simmered in the sunlight. She couldn't help but watch. Their skill was entrancing and the fairy was in awe for the second time that day.\n\nShe looked down at her tattered cloak and wondered if maybe, a fair price or trade could be had for a new one. Her desire for the gorgeous cloak betraying her own intentions to remain away from the attention of others.\n\nTaking her plate and eatingware, she approached the artisan. She gulped and took a seat, hoping she wouldn't be despised. \n\n\"Hello-\" She nearly choked and coughed a few times. How embarrassing." }, { "author": "Juniper Starling", "message": "As they're Looking around they spot a cloaked figure approaching them. A little suspicious they keep a close eye on her and one of the needles drops but their hand doesn't. They respond curiously but cautiously. \n\"Hello there, are you in need of assistance?\" \n\nThey sit up a little more realizing she could be a possible customer, and gives them a pleasant smile. At a closer look you notice they have soft green eyes, freckles, a nose piercing, lip piercing, ear piercings, and they look quite androgynous. \n\nBy the state of the figure they think to themselves 'what in the hell has this person been through, and why would they be talking to me? Maybe they need their cloak fixed, or i could offer this one!'. They become excited to finally have a break from their boredom." }, { "author": "Lymerel", "message": "Lymerel:Flustered, she took a breath and quickly pushed it out along with her nerves. \"I was sitting over there when I noticed you.\" Her finger pointing toward her previous position. It was an awkward start but she was doing well. \"You are very skilled,\" The words fell from the cloaked fairy's lips as she pushed away her hood, letting a thick braid of curly brown hair free from the drab garb. \n\nLymerel had alluring features— round eyes, well-molded cheekbones and jawline that made her face not too round nor too sharp, a tall nose and full lips— though most of that was disguised by her ever-present exhaustion and several nights of sleep in the wilderness.\n\nHer warm amber eyes were nearly glowing despite the sun behind her head. After removing the hood, those eyes fell upon the tailor and studied their features. She wondered for a moment if the piercings were ritualistic as some warriors were known to do.\n\n\"Would you be able to fix my cloak?\" She asked hopefully, holding up the tattered hem of the bottom before looking at it again and deciding otherwise. \"Or perhaps, something new?\" She fumbled. \"Of course, I would be willing to pay a fair price or trade.\"" } ]	162.5	2,232
222.314815	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "keanii", "message": "Keladan chewed on the end of his ornate everleaf pipe spitefully. Glaring with disdainful slanted violet eyes at a line that was beginning to form at the stall next to his own. Clearly the woman there was up to some type of witchcraft.. Charming the crowd til they didn't know which way was up. The pink haired enchanter of course was too proud to do such a thing, and also too proud to start crying out to passerby's of his magic items and reagents. He had a good haul this time, ware's that spanned his travels all the way from Cretaine to Sihirisium. Seeds of many many plants, all sorts of varied reagents and alchemical supplies. And his enchanted trinkets..\n\n Yet he had made no coin so far this day. Which was all due to the small green haired forest spirit in the spot adjacent to his. What evil would he have to think up in order to create a solution to this issue.. He was going to be attempting to make gold here for the next week after all.." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Acantha had arrived earlier in the morning to set up her things. It was the perfect time for her to sell some of her herbs, as she was starting to run thin on available coin along her journey. Whenever she would stop for the evening, she would take some seeds and practice her magic. They would grow from the ground until ready to be harvested, then Acantha would lay them down near her campfire to dry them out. She'd repeat this over and over until she had bundles of various dried herbs that she then crumbled and combined until they formed specific herb mixtures. She had even been able to grow some larger plants and flowers by now, including lavender. With those, she created kits to use in a bath. \n\nAnd so, this is what things her stall for the morning consisted of. Various mixtures of dried herbs like parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme, oregano, and more for cooking were displayed to her right while mixtures of dried flowers for baths displayed to her left. However, she hadn't expected everything to start selling so well. Had she found the right market? She would certainly have to remember Miller Dale if she was running short on coin. A small part of her did feel bad for the elf with the stall next to her, who hadn't gotten any business that day. If he was still there by the time she sold out, she figured she would buy something from him. Until then, she tended to the growing line of people at her own stall. \n\n\"Ah, this? It's a mixture of lavender, rose, chamomile, and rosemary. I grew all of them myself!\"\n\n\"Ah, you can use these in your cooking if you don't have access to fresh herbs! It has every herb you'd need for certain types of cooking and takes up much less space. You don't even need to worry about separating the herbs from the stems since that's already done~\"\n\nThese explanations would go on and on to each customer who hadn't heard yet - something Keladan would certainly be hearing all day." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "He tried to organise the collection a bit more handsomely after several discrete glances towards the stall that was so popular.. He tried looking sad, and noble. Which worked somehow a couple of times. \n He tried setting out a glowing crystal infused with mana. In attempt to bring allure and intrigue to his wares... In the end it was fruitless, and the enchanter lounged back at his stall reading a book.. Giving in to defeat for this day.\n\n Simply there was not much in regards for cooking ingredients for sale in his stock... Those were in short supply and Kel wanted to keep what he had been able to find for himself. It had been a mistake not to gather loads back at the gardens of his home. Though he had plenty of perfumes and incenses and such.. Lavender, honeysuckle, vanilla, cherry wood, Ilæl Which Kel was not quite sure humans knew about yet.. It just made no sense.. Certainly! Mysterious magicks were at play.. And Keladan did not want to obtain the ire or attention of anyone from the college.\n\n Eventually someone approached and the elf lifted his head from the book to see what was an old alchemist. He grinned.\n\n\"What may I help with you, Kind sir?\"\n\nHe was seeking out some glowing mushrooms and Keladan of course with his more... Rare Assortment of goods was able to supply him~ among a few other things. \n\n\"Finally~ At least there are some who appreciate.. Quality.\" \nHe spoke this snidely and loud enough for that green haired one to hear, before sitting returning to his book." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Things began to slowly settle down for Acantha, though she wasn't Quite Out of the thick of it yet. Her stock began to swindle and she mentally thanked herself for how much she was determined to practice. It was paying off - literally! Her eyes darted to the side where she saw the ping-haired elf finally get a customer. Her heart warmed to see that he was getting a customer. \n\nThat warmth quickly faded, however, when she heard his remark. Was he... Talking about her? And her products? Surely not, right? She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but she kept the comment in mind, watching the interaction between him and his customer while managing her own." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "The day was not a bad one, the weather fair. And the town brimming with life. Though there were no more customers to be had for the young elf. As the sun went down~ Kel's jealousy rose. \nWhat did that woman have that he did not!? Apart from her stand being nicely decorated.. And the kindly sweet personality that people no doubt enjoyed.. No! It was witchcraft at play... Certainly. \n\nKel ended up falling asleep in the sun. Lounged back in his seat with the book covering his face, anything truly of worth he had hidden away so it was of no concern." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "When Acantha had finally run out of supply, she breathed a sigh relief. The remaining customers were disappointed they had missed out, but it couldn't be helped. She began to pack her things up and glanced once more at her stall neighbor, who appeared to be sleeping. With all her things now packed, she carefully tip toed over to the elf and gently tapped his shoulder. Sure, he may have been rude earlier, but she wasn't going to let his stuff sit out and be stolen under his nose. She bent over him slightly, using her head to block out the sun as she stared at the open book with concern.\n\n\"Excuse me? I think you probably shouldn't be sleeping here. I'm leaving now, so I can't keep an eye on your things.\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "The elf's long ears twitched, poking out from under the pink-ness that was his hair. And slowly he brought his hand up to remove the book that was placed upon his face. The delirium of sleep was in full swing though Keladan grinned deviously at the cute face he observed looking back at him.\n\n\"Must you be leaving so soon? If only for another moment could I lay mine eyes upon the beauty of a fae princehh—\"\n\nThe word was cut short as Keladan features contorted into a look of dismay, half combined into a gasp and a shout of surprise as he realized who it was Meanwhile in one fluid motion the enchanter managed to scramble out of his chair and stand eye level with Acantha... Not quite as he did somewhat tower over her.. Raising an accusatory finger to point at her chest.\n\n\"You!?!?! I shall not be taken by your charms witch! I have suffered enough due to your evils on this day already... I know what you're up to.\"" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "His devious grin caught her off guard, leaving her cheeks somewhat flushed in embarassment. Surely, it was just the effects of waking up that allowed him to act so boldly. She took a step back when he stood, raising her chin slightly to look up at him. Emerald eyes stared right into his magenta ones, full of some confusion that quickly faded to some annoyance when he pointed at her.\n\n\"I- What did I do?! I was just here selling! How do you even know if I'm a witch?! It's not my fault your things aren't selling! Besides, I was even going to buy something from you before you decided to be rude to me!\"\n\nShe huffed in response, her cheeks now flushed from the confrontation instead of a shy reaction. The entire encounter caught her completely off guard as she never had to deal with someone so flagrantly standoffish to her before." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "A little knot tied itself up in the elf, he felt guilty for some reason... Which was nonsense of course. And after a moment, when most his wits restored and Keladan took stock of his surroundings, he lowered the pointed hand. Still! He was upset. \n\n He'd make absolutely no sales this week due to this accursed witch if things went on the way they were. \n\n\"Firstly~ I would not want the coins of your pity... You small forest human.\" An attempt at an insult perhaps? Though the way he spoke was musical almost, with a certain whimsical cadence and rhythm. A side effect of thinking your thoughts in elvish.\n\n\"Second~ Dyou think me incapable of detecting magic? Positively pouring out from your direction ALL DAY?? It's not my fault I have morals..\"\n\n Kel was blushing furiously too at this point, but he bet the conversation would have gone very differently had he not broken free of the spell he somewhat foolishly assumed she was using... That he was accusing her of... Though one must forgive the delusions of a sleepy elf from time to time.." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "She took another step back from him as he flung his insults. Though they may not have seemed too harsh from an outsider's perspective, their edge was enough to wound the delicate Acantha's pride. Her voice cracked and lip trembled as she managed to hold herself together. \n\nShe'd never been insulted so much and by somebody whose name she didn't even know! Tears welled up as she became increasingly frustrated and pained at his words.\n\n\"W-Well... I may be a Small forest human, but at least I try to be nice to people! And what do you mean, Morals?! I'm certain I have far more than what you know what to do with you.. You.. \"\n\nInsulting others wasn't something she was used to or keen on doing frequently, so she struggled to come up with something in response. After a few moments, a candle lit in her head and she'd found something.\n\n\"You.. Pink street r-rat!\" \n\nAstonished at her own words, she turned away from him, pouting and just as pink as his hair. After adjusting her bag she stormed off, taking one last look behind her towards him then pouting once more. The nerve of that elf!" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Keladan was left standing there in shock with his violet eyes wide and mouth agape as the short Acantha stormed away.\n\n A STREET RAT!?!? Kel was nothing of the sort!? He would be! If she succeeded in stealing away all the business to be had selling herbs and reagents in this region. Nobody had ever dared call the elf anything of the sort. He was dignified! Well put together~ Highborn even!? Yet this was an outrage. Purely an outrage! Kel was so.. So something! He didn't know what to do or feel. \n\n That alchemist from before was still around for some reason and he approached, it was clear many had stopped what they were doing and turned heads to watch the.. Altercation? Leaning on the stall sagely, that alchemist shook his head and offered a bit of kindly wisdom.\n\n\"Now~ you should go on an apologise to her young man. It ain't ever right to make a lady cry y'know.\"\n\n This brought the enchanter back to himself and he narrowed his eyes at the old man. This was not helping the enchanter feel any better about any of it.\n\n\"I'm an elf~\" \nHe retorted, and then began to angrily pack his belongings and wares up. Stewing more as he went on. He had a tortoise to rendezvous with.. But after a moment of the man staying there and just watching him quietly Keladan couldn't just ignore his words. \n\n\"And I know that! I didn't mean to..\" \n\nWith that he stalked off to go meet his tortoise and go back to his rooms. Somehow fitting all the goods into one small satchel." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Acantha arrived back at the inn she intended to stay at, calming down somewhat along the way. The innkeeper was much kinder to her than the elf, which eased her emotions a considerable deal. She rented a simple room for a week and immediately retreated to it, collapsing upon the well used bed.\n\nAnger was exhausting. It made her roll around, hit a pillow a few times, and groan into said pillow as well. Eventually, she ended up staring at the ceiling, sighing. If she was going to do anything with these feelings, she may as well spend the time practicing instead of useless pouting. \n\nInitially, her practicing was composed to growing simple herbs, harvesting them, setting them to dry, and repeating the process. It was something she had managed to practice for so long that it didn't take up much of her energy. The harder and more demanding practice came from larger plants and flowers, like lavender. Even so, she managed to harvest a few rounds of the plant before giving herself a break. \n\nBy now, it was getting later into the night. The sun had completely set, leaving only the soft illumination of the half moon in the sky and specks of stars. A couple of candles brightened her room, allowing her to still see. Faintly, she thought she heard a musical instrument, but didn't focus on it too hard.\n\n\"Okay... Just a little longer.\"\n\nShe continued to practice with the larger flowers, but the thought of the elf's rudeness earlier began to creep into her mind. She had done well to calm down, but the feelings began to bubble more and more inside of her, filling her with an increasing amount of frustration, anger and guilt. \n\nWitchy charms. Small forest human. Morals. Evils. Street rat.\n\nTears welled at the corner of her eyes again until she felt the popping of those bubbling feelings. Like a wave crashing forth and knocking her back, the magic flowed onto the flowers she was practicing upon, forcing them to rapidly accelerate their growth. Within seconds, the surge of magic\n\nCaused her room to be covered with various new and vibrant flowers of which she had never seen before. Every inch seemed to be covered in flower stems and leaves as flowers bloomed forth from numerous places. The negative emotions from before began to be replaced with amazement and wonder at this newfound strength. Acantha found her way to her feet, tip toeing around vines and leaves to inspect what she'd done. Her fingertips brushed against the soft petals of the flowers she'd never seen and their intoxicating scents began to initially calm her nerves.\n\n\"How?\" She whispered to herself." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Rosy hair hung down in a halo as Keladan focused on a crystal he was currently inscribing to enchant into a ring. He was consumed within the work, and it came as a horrendous surprise when a surge of mana came coursing through from the room next over. Causing the elf to jump and the crystal he had been writing runes upon shattered due to his hand slipping. \n\n It felt as if someone had just triggered a portal spell or.. Something big. Paranoia began to grow that it was the College... Finally come to track him down. Until a red poppy sprouted through the wall that was.. His curiosity getting the better of him. The elf quickly cleaned up the shards of crystal and put away the Self playing lute. Leaving his room. \n\n Keladan's eyes were not very surprised to see vines and plant life snaking out from underneath the door next down the hall from his own. And not all the flowers seemed to be too friendly either..* Still, completely puzzled at this day he'd had. Keladan took a few cautious steps around the flora approaching the door. When nothing too odd happened, he knocked. \n\n\"It seems your spell has gotten a bit out of control and.. Started to Leak out.. Which causes me concern... Are you alive in there?\"" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Considering how fast the vegetation had grown, there was no doubt it would have seeped into the hallways or other areas of the inn. Acantha was certainly going to be losing out on some coin for this blunder. The knock at the door that arrived shortly after was quite expected and it took her a moment to weave through everything. Her fingertips brushed against the dangling light orange flowers above her, then lightly touched her mouth for but a moment to move a few leaves away from her face. Finally, she arrive at the door and needed to tear away some of the foliage in order to make enough room to open it. Her face started to become warm again, but she chalked it up to embarassment. How would she explain this?\n\n\"H-Hi! Hello! Just a moment, please. I'm truly sorry about this. I don't know what happen-\"\n\nShe Had Expected a different concerned patron or even the owner to be knocking at her door. Hell, she would've even been pleasantly surprised if somehow Kaz was there. But Him? The pretty, yet rude elf from earlier? Her blood began to boil again and her brows furrowed in annoyance once more.\n\n\"Oh. You.\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "The way Kel's eyebrow shot up, so fast you would think it was making to detach from his face. He recoiled even a little bit, and was too stunned to say anything. The stars were cooking up some insane plot and Keladan must have been right in the middle, taking a moment to recover. The enchanter regained a calm sort of look and composure. Peeking into the room behind Aca from what he could see behind the door. \n\n\"Ah, yes Me. The Street urchin But... What is this? Such~lovely flowers.\"\n\n And he gestured towards them, while there were many beautiful ones. It was More than suspicious That a large quantity of plant life which now filled the room were of the poisonous and deadly varieties. Keladan was now Certain This witch was the evil type. Just playing coy and innocent... His eyes narrowed.\n\n\"Your talents would be Awe inspiring If I didn't feel so... Threatened. Why must you pop up and try to do away with me?\"\n\n The elf was doing his best to appear in control and sage and wizardly as he should be, though he was beginning to worry. Kel had never fought a magic duel in all his years.. And he had no desire to. Especially against a woman~ if it came to that he would escape and plot doubly on his vengeance in the markets the next day. It was a matter of pride at this point, he couldn't leave the Dale without something to show for it.\n\n Acantha was looking a bit pale, not looking very evil at all really. Perhaps Keladan was wrong to be paranoid and have his guard up so~ The pink lockes fell to the side as he tilted his head in confusion. \n\n\"Are you.. Quite alright?\"" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Could she not spend an evening to herself without the harassment from the pink-haired elf? Her cheeks puffed into a pout at him.\n\n\"They're just Flowers. How the heck am I doing away with you if all that happened is... Is flowers! Okay?\"\n\nAcantha's mind grew somewhat hazier and an unsettling feeling of nausea began to rumble in her stomach, threatening her with further embarassment in front of him. She did her best to fight and keep it down, clinging onto the door frame for support as her vision began to blur. There were two- no, three- elves in front of her now. \n\n'What have I done?'\n\n\"I'm fine, I-I don't care for any- any of you! Just leave me... To my flowers! My flowers.. So pretty. You too. P-pretty. I-I...\"\n\nHer grip tightened on the door frame, yet her knees buckled and she slid down to the ground, panting heavily. Her the blurred vision faded to completely black and her head tilted up, presumably to try to look towards where Kel was, though she was somewhat off. Her pupils were nearly fully dilated.\n\n\"I- I can't see. Where am I? Who are? What?\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "\"By the moons~\" Aca would no doubt hear a soft curse in elvish.\n\n The pink eyebrow made its return to that spot of confusion upon Kel's brow. He blinked once, then twice. Then a third time just to be sure. He still did not even know the name of this girl. Yet it was clear she had poisoned herself... How or why he did not understand. But one look at her eyes, and then the angel's trumpet off to the left over there.. Well anyone who knew anything knew this was a rather grim scene. Further more this was not something he liked. To be left in confusion, which was something that was happening far too much in one day.\n\n A part of Keladan wanted to simply return to his room and pretend this hadn't happened. Kel smirked to himself despite the fact. He supposed he hadn't gone to the wicked just quite yet. Those words from the alchemist earlier rang true, It was incorrect to make a pretty woman cry. Much less to let one die. Even if he ended up regretful of it, his conscious wouldn't be.\n\n\"I suppose you shall be okay. For Keladan the Great and merciful Has decided to give you aid.\"\n\n With some effort he pushed the door a bit more askew to look further in the room. It was Marvellous The place had been transformed into that of an herbalist fantastical dream and a maids worst nightmare. If there were any of Acantha's belongings within~ they were obscured now within the rainforest she had made of the room.\n\n Careful to avoid the deadly lillies and angel's trumpet on standby, the elf crouched down to take the woman's hand and help her to her feet.\n\nWhen she was mostly unresponsive, the elf sighed mournfully. He then looked over his shoulder~ both ways down the hall. To make sure there were none to witness his dramatic display... Or even the suspicious activity going on there. There wasn't time to get her to a healer from the looks of it.\n\n Keladan took the Small forest human Up in his arms. She was burning up in a bad way. The stars it seemed were not on his side But hers, For he always kept a potent cure-all on hand ever since that deadly-netch incident back in the grove. \n\n The elf conveniently had forgotten to lock his room back up, and nudged the door open with his foot. Luckily, this room was left free of the botany and Keladan lay the woman gently on his bed. He was already coming to regret this decision.. For where in the stars would he sleep?\n\n He fetched out a small vial from his pack across the room and returned to administer the medicine to Acantha~ he left his unfinished bottle of wine onthe bed stand and retuned to his seat by the window to finish enchanting that ring... This day had been awful~ and exhausting." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "His touch was certainly welcome, reassuring her that somebody was still there. Even without sight, she could feel the way her head was spinning from the poison. Her breathing was still heavy and panting as she struggled with comprehending her dark surroundings. \n\n\"Haa.. Haa... Where? Ma? Da? Gin?\"\n\nShe thought she felt her body lay flat one something, then a liquid slip down her throat. She continued to fidget on the bed, calling for random people or things until she began to settle into a more calmer state and eventual sleep.\n\nNightmares plagued her as she slept. Visions of dark, horrifying creatures. Running. Death. She couldn't escape far enough no matter how fast she ran, caught in an endless loop of fear and pain. \n\nThat was, until she finally woke up in a cold sweat and racing heart. Her eyes began to adjust to seeing again, blurred vision slowly becoming clear and sharp again. Her head throbbed, leaving her to wonder what she had done the previous night to deserve this. She tilted her head towards the window, where the first rays of dawn began to peek through, and where a certain pink haired elf had been residing during the night. Confused, she began to sit up.\n\n\"H-huh..?\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Keladan was sleeping dreamily, having the most angelic rest he'd had in ages. He had spent a lot of the night thinking, restlessly. He completed a few odd charms and projects.. The kind that usually never sell~ finished off the wine, and did some light reading. \n\n It's anyone's guess as to how Keladan ended up in the bed. Perhaps the floor too uncomfortable for noble bones in the night? Not even the elf knew he was in bed with a stranger, no~ for he was occupied with a very pleasant dream. Looking peaceful and most respectably cozy cuddled up there with Acantha.\n\nNo doubt all of that angelic peace was soon to come crumbling away. Like grains of sand betwixt ones fingers." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Acantha looked to her left, finally realizing that there was another presence in the bed with her. The pink-haired elf lay cozied up next to her, peacefully dreaming away. Her eyes widened and cheeks flushed heavily, then another pounding of her head made her wince and look away.\n\n\"What.. The..\"\n\nWhat had happened? Why was she in His Bed? Before freaking out, she attempted to think rationally. She had been practicing her magic last night, right? But that was the last thing she could recall.\n\nShe Really Didn't want to come to certain conclusions, but she needed answers. She reached over and gently shook his shoulder to wake him, face still heavily flushed from the possible implications. \n\n\"Hey! Wake up!\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Keladan stirred~ in his heart of hearts he was a bit annoyed to be waking, but there was nothing to be done about it he supposed.\n\n The elf opened his eyes slowly, drifting up and out from that peaceful pleasant place. To his senses returning and the feeling of swaying. Keladan blinked at what he saw, expecting it to vanish when he opened his eyes next. It did not however, and Keladan did some more blinking to be certain before clarity finally returned in his violet eyes. His cheeks promptly went rosy with embarrassment.\n\n Slowly, still meeting her gaze. He used an arm to push himself up into a sitting position. He didn't have anything to say other than. \n\"Hmmmm~\" \n As it was clear Acantha was just as confused. He composed himself a bit and made sure his hair not too wild and his face not looking so horrified... He was certain he'd have remembered if Anything of note Transpired, yet the last thing Keladan remembered was attempting to curl up to sleep in that chair.." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "The two merely stared at each other in awkward morning grogginess and confusion until Acantha, at last, broke the silence. She cared less about they way her wavy hair was frizzy and puffed out like a mad bearded dragon or the way her makeup was slightly smudged and more so wanted Answers. She turned towards him, bringing her knees close to her chest and hugging her legs.\n\n\"Why am I here? Why are You Here?\" Did you trick me? Was insulting me not enough for you yesterday?\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Keladan took on a look of misbelief, and injured pride. He was shocked she would have the gall to say such things after he'd quite literally Saved her life, not even a good morning!?!? If anyone was being tricked it was him! He responded back with equal venom~\n\n\"Quite convenient that you don't remember following me to my inn, and making a poison grove of the place? You have left the realm of coincidence at this point witch~\"\n\nBefore thinking better of it and holding his tongue.\n\n \"I really do not feel like quarrelling right now.. Could this wait until after I've had coffee?\"" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Acantha kept up the agitated expression for a moment, then dropped it with a sigh as she reluctantly agreed with him. \n\n\"Fine. I don't want to fight, either, and I could very much go for some tea this morning. Can we call a momentary ceasefire on this and head down?\" \n\nShe extended her hand to him to shake on the offer of some peace between them, though she was unsure if he would truly accept it. If he did, her handshake would be surprisingly firm and her hands somewhat roughed up from her time spent traveling." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Kel's eyes narrowed but he took up her hand in his own before laying a light kiss down on it. He was pretty sure that was human custom. \n\n\"Yes~ a momentary ceasefire shall do. Then may we quarrel.. Or duel. A'trænor Whatever you see fit.\"\n\n Keladan got up and out from the bed then with a little stretch. He would of liked to braid his hair and bathe~ but the idea of it was far too awkward and mystifying. He was starting to remember drearily climbing up into the bed in the night~ and also that he had gone to remove any leftover poison that had sprouted up in the hallway. \n\n\nEverything had to be difficult since he had met this woman didn't it? Perhaps he should just set his pride away and leave, to make his way to the next place." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "The intended handshake did not end up being a handshake at all, but rather a gentle kiss upon her hand that both flustered and confused her. The apples of her cheeks and tip of ner nose began to burn bright red and she avoided his eyes, flicking them back every few seconds. He was certainly attractive by her standards, but a voice in her head seemed to hit her with a bat.\n\nHe insulted you! Don't suddenly sway because of his flirtations!\n\nThe blush soon went away as she regained her composure. She stood up as well, brushing herself off and using a band attached to her wrist to tie her messy hair up into a quick ponytail. There wasn't much she could about the makeup, but at least it didn't look Horrendous. She lead the way for the two of them to head down for their drinks and breakfast, if they liked.\n\n\"All of this fuss and we don't even know each other's names. Perhaps, instead of witch, you can call me Acantha?\" \n\nTo him, perhaps it would be clear what her name was referring to. The family of Acanthus plants were known for their medicinal uses. Perhaps a fitting name for a woman who tries to heal others. Or, in Keladan's impression, an ironic name for the woman who cultivated a poisonous forest within the small space of an inn." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "The enchanter paused and smiled wryly to himself at her introduction. Following behind the Small human As she walked. He couldn't help but watch her hips as she went, O' woes of being mortal.\n\n\"A suitable name~ If not for all the poison. Though waking upon your bosom I think perhaps I felt the healing properties..\"\n\n Acantha wouldn't know if the elf was poking fun at her or not, though he was being genuine. In his own odd way. They passed by the plant life and vines poking out from under the door to her own room before the two got to the end of the hall and began descending. That mystified feeling lingered, never had Keladan been in such a position. Usually he at least knew the difference between his friends and enemies.\n\n\"My name is Fellstar Keladan.\"\n\n Through all of the difficulties~He was sure that breakfast wouldn't be difficult, at least he hoped. But that was a bit of enchanters sense taking hold." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Acantha briefly stopped in front of her door, her feet brushing against the vines and leaves. In all honestly, it looked like a headache for her to figure and try to deal with as she couldn't recall anything that would have led up to such a mess. She resumed down the hall, Keladan trailing behind her.\n\n\"Oh, so you appear to be familiar with plants. I'm not sure what Poison You're referring to, but I can o ly assume it's due to whatever mess happened in my room last night.\"\n\nShe brushed off his remark about her chest, choosing not to acknowledge it for risk of stirring up embarassment over the whole ordeal. When they'd found themselves at the bottom of the staircase, she turned around to loon at him, giving a sarcastic response matched with a respectful curtsy.\n\n\"How Wonderful To make your acquaintance, O Fellstar Keladan.\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "The elf stopped at the foot of the stairs to meet her eye. He raised an eyebrow to the stars. Curse the stars, And the moons for that matter. Perhaps under different.. Less bizarre circumstances it would have been nicer to meet this nice seeming woman. At present though she was still rather curious, turning up out of nowhere.. First at the market then here~ and out of every possible room. Something Didn't add up. \n\n Despite everything, Including the maidens attitude..The enchanter was enjoying himself more than he expected. Though he would never admit that openly~ and especially not to Acantha. \n\n\"Indeed~\" The elf responded before gesturing past. He smelled of rosemary and lavender, \|\|(though why I mention this now is of no meaning. Two individuals who both are known for selling perfumes and such~ obviously must smell wonderfully. As part of the trade)\|\| Into the tavern. \n\"Shall we?\"" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "She turned and accompanied him into the tavern. While he smelled of rosemary and lavender, she smelled of something more earthy and herbal. There was a very faint floral scent to her hair, but that was about it. She led them to a seat for two by a window, where she went ahead and sat down. A young barmaid eagerly ran up to take the orders for the two of them.\n\n\"A tea, preferably chamomile if you have it. If not, then any tea will work.\"\n\nAcantha had a genuinely kind, gentle, and warm smile usually, which now displayed itself in front of Keladan as she talked to the barmaid. Though, as soon as the barmaid would leave and her attention returned to him, it would fade away. How was this arrogant elf making her feel this way? She'd never had any problems with others so far, but something about her interactions with the elf made her cautiously on edge and uncharacteristically snappy. Even so, she felt drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He was Interesting, she would give him that." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Kel ordered a coffee when the time came~ Admittedly it was a bit disappointing when Acantha turned back to the elf and her kindness shut off like a light switch~ Keladan looked elsewhere and spun a ring that was on his finger. Lounging comfortably back in his chair with one leg over the other. So be it, why did he care? \n\n\"Vaas'uln thren Acantha? Where d'you come from?\"\n\n And Kel met her eye then, but the serving girl returned with their drinks. Distracting him. Because of course it wouldn't be right if he didnt inquire about something to eat. Regardless of this Cute Small forest humans vast accumulation of wealth that was no doubt squirreled away within a jungle upstairs. He could be a gentleman from time to time. \n\n\"Miss something smells quite delicious coming from the back, could we have that? And have you any fruit?\"\n\n\"That'd be the butter scones- and nay on fruit, but I'm sure ye could get some in the market.\"\n\n She nodded and left to go speak to another table.\n\n\"Ah.. The market...\" \nKel said thus mostly to himself, thinking he might as well not even go back there today." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Her posture was wildly different from his. She sat up straight and took extra care in her posture and manners. When the tea arrived, she didn't add any sugar or cream to it. She talked as she waited for the tea to cool down enough to sip.\n\n\"I am from Bridian, where I was born and raised. A couple years after I discovered my magic, I decided to leave and journey towards the college, where I want to learn how to help or heal others. I could've taken a boat, but I wanted to take my time and see the world. It's been both fascinating and challenging thus far. And how about yourself, Keladan?\"\n\nBy now, the tea had cooled down some and she sipped it, eyes still on him as she waited for his answer. Perhaps, with a little conversation, she could lower her guard around him some." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "The elf pondered what to say as he watched Aca sip from her drink with his odd enchanter's eyes. Keladan was one who liked to avoid answering questions when possible~ He took a long dramatic drink of the aromatic beverage while he thought. He also took his without cream or sugar. Such was the proper thing to do.\n\n It was interesting to hear the woman's background~ it lessened his suspicions. At least somewhat, If the college was on to him.. They wouldn't send a mere healer? Unless it a ruse..Kel blinked. \n\n\"I am the enchanter of the grove in the lilacs~\"\n He said this as if she should know about that or something, and placed down his coffee.\n\n\"I would be as a hermit, living off of its wonders and floras; honing my craft. But I enjoy a particularly lavish lifestyle. So here I find myself.\"\n\nThe barmaid returned then, with hot scones and honeybutter." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "She eyed the scones and honeybutter, her stomach urging her to go ahead and eat one of them. But, they were too hot. She needed to be just a little more patient. Instead, she raised an eyebrow at his statement. \n\n\"The lilacs? As in the Lilac Forest? That happens to be where I am heading next. It's been something I've been looking forward to the most on my journey from Bridian.\"\n\nShe carefully grabbed a hot scone and split it, coating the inside with a small scoop of butter with a knife. Steam erupted from its center. Still to hot to eat, but at least it would melt the butter rather quickly." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Keladan raised a pink brow. If she was lying~ she was Damn Good at it. He watched Acantha behind the little puff of steam that rose up from the scone.\n\n\"Yes, I'm sure you've heard of it's beauty. But you must be wary upon the road, Fae-kin Have nothing better to do than harass travelers sometimes.. And you must stick to the road.\"\n\n\n The elf wasn't quite hungry yet, so he slowly enjoyed his beverage.. And the company. Even if he tried to act aloof and mysterious.\n\n\"You said Sihirisium was your final destination?\"\n\n A complex mix of emotions could be seen hiding just behind the elves eyes when he spoke of the college. But it was replaced with that air of nonchalance just as quickly as it showed up. Then, to top it off. As he placed the coffee back down. Keladan shot his best~ most handsome smile towards Aca. Just to see..\n\n\"Dyou know much, about my kind?\"" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Acantha was caught off by the smile. It was a shame that someone so rude happened to be so handsome. She brushed away the thought, taking another sip of the tea. \n\n\"Indeed it is. I thought it might be the best chance I have to learn more about my magic. As for knowing about your kind... I'm not sure what you mean. As an elf? I've met a handful of elves along my journey. But if you are something more, then I'm not sure and.. Perhaps a bit curious to learn.\"\n\nHer eyes darted away at the admission, landing on the scone and finally deciding it had cooled off enough. The melted honeybutter was the perfect companion to the scone, leaving Acantha in awe and content to eat something so delicious. Her shoulders relaxed; a nice transition from the previous stiff posture she had." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "\"Well I mean~ I am two things. The first being an enchanter.\"\n\nAca did not seem impressed with that, people never were tho... The bite of scone appeared to have spread a wave of relief and joy over her.. Though it was mildly disconcerting That the woman was so uncomfortable in his presence to begin with. In Kel's mind, he had done nothing wrong to this lady. She was the one which started off the fire in the first place. \n\nKel noticed he had become lost in thought as he looked at her.\n\n\"Apologies. The second, I'm Highborn. If not for my master; unlearning me of my arrogance and noble prejudices. Well we would not be here having this conversation. Most of us do not leave Felfatheas unless for a matter of importance, preferring not to mix with savages.\"\n\nHe smiled again then reaching to butter a scone himself, hoping she would not take offense and instead see he was merely teasing with that last bit. Though the truth of it was real." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "She did not take offense to it and instead merely interpreted it as him explaining how his highborn thinking used to be. The enchanter bit intrigued her and she leaned forward, a sparkle in her eye as she desired to learn more. It was a complete difference to the guarded air she had before.\n\n\"An enchanter? I haven't met an enchanter along my travels so far. What exactly do you do?\"\n\nShe eagerly waited to hear about it, if he cared to tell her." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "The elf took a bite and set the scone back down, managing to look graceful all the while. His eyebrow quirked at the woman's newfound eagerness. But Kel was just as eager to explain to someone about his art.\n\n\"I've only met one other in my time... But how do I explain~\"\n\n Keladan produced a weird quill with no feather from somewhere, and unfolded a table cloth in front of them. Uncrossing his legs and sitting up. The enchanter made a few mystical passes over the thing. Drawing out arcane shapes in the air that you couldn't quite see with the bare eye. \n\n The cloth started to writhe and bunch up. Shaping into something odd and angular with four kegs and ridges on its back.\n\n\"Enchanters use ancient runes of power, to impose our will unto the world. Though in the Heatherstead, people are quite superstitious of magic items and I barely ever sell any.\"\n\n He gestured back to the cloth, which had come alive and taken the shape of a dragon. It was unsettling the way it stared up at the two with blank expressionless eyes. Kel waved a hand and it fell back to the table. A rumpled cloth once more." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "She watched with keen, curious eyes as he used the quill to work his magic. Her upright posture broke as she leaned forward in excitement. Despite the rough start between them, she was able to freely show him her desire to learn more. She watched how the cloth began to fold and bunch into unknown shapes until it finally stopped, settling on a the form of a tiny dragon.\n\nAdmittedly, she was unsettled slightly by the dragon's eyes. It made her recall a time at home when one of the village children, back when she was a child herself, was playing around with a cooked crawfish and positioned it so that it's dead, beady black eyes stared at her when she ate.\n\nShe never touched crawfish again after that.\n\nRegardless, when it returned to being a normal cloth, she was somewhat saddened. Her heart longed to see more of what he could do. Her guard against him dropped a little more. Her eyes twinkled with amazement as she turned her gaze away from the cloth and back to the elf. \n\n\"Wow... That's amazing, Keladan! I've never seen such a thing before! How did you come to learn this? Family? A calling? By chance?\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "A flush of pink rose in his cheeks and Kel worked and failed to stifle a wide grin. He hadn't been expecting such warmth from Acantha. He had to remember his place, he needed a far healthier dose of suspicion... Or did he? These days he was not completely sure of up or down even. Kel put the quill away and blinked, looking to Aca. He was still smiling.. If only a bit.\n\n\"Perhaps all three, I was saved from sun madness by a tabaxi in the desert of Asandir. He noticed I have enchanters eyes~ whatever that is and learnt me the ways.\"\n\n The elf stopped to take a drink of coffee, which was cooled to perfection at this point. He sighed with satisfaction and had to remember himself... He couldn't tell what all the fuss was over yesterday. This nature woman wasn't so bad, even if she nearly killed a slew of inngoers last night. It was his own fault for not being charismatic enough to sell more goods.\n\n\"But you see that wasn't even a full enchanting, more of a charm really. When done properly it's permanent~ Though it feeds off mana.. Oh i wish you could see the grand things my teacher capable of..\"\n\n The elf trailed off there, realizing he had been... What some might call 'geeking' out upon a subject of great interest." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "As he sipped his coffee, she remembered that her tea existed and took a hurried sip of it. Her eyes still gleaned with wonder and curiosity, hoping he would keep talking. \n\n\"That wasn't the extent of it? What sorts of things can you do? Or what could your teacher do?\"\n\nHis ability as an enchanter must have been exactly how he sensed her abilities without the her even doing anything. If he could do something like that, surely he must be a great enchanter, right? She leaned forward more, reaching out to clasp his hands with a pleading expression that desired to know more. There was a hint of extra warmth to her hands, transferred from the cup of tea, and surprisingly soft for a girl who spent a lot of time attuned with nature. \n\n\"Will you show me, please?\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Kel couldn't help but flush once more, he kind of lost his wits when she came closer and he could smell that pleasant floral scent again. He was surprised by her softness, his own hands were not rough, smooth but lined with years of work. An elf had to maintain oneself you know. \n\nHe cleared his throat and nodded, he had jus been staring really. He hoped for not too long.\nHe could detect no spell or charm happening. But Kel wondered if he was under one all the same.\n\n\"I will~ er. But I don't think here appropriate.\"\n\nKel bit his lip in a curious way, and looked upwards.\n\n\"Dyou still feel like quarreling?\"" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Oblivious to his blush, Acantha released his hands from her grasp and returned to sitting straight. Her brow furrowed at his question as she thought for a moment on how to respond. \n\n\"Quarrel?\"\n\nShe supposed She Had Thought of the two of them as fighting. But now, as they actually had an opportunity to talk to one another, she no longer felt as if there was animosity between them. Some defensiveness, yes, but it was quickly deteriorating. Keladan was a trove of mystery and and knowledge that she now longed to see more of. \n\n\"I wouldn't say that. I think we just got off on the wrong foot. A misunderstanding.\" She smiled, her expression genuinely gentle and friendly. \"But where will we go?\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "The elf pursed his lips in thought, that was a good question. Keladan was not too familiar with the Dale, but there was one place he thought of. He popped away the rest of his scone and chewed while he Thunk.\n\n\"There is a clearing with some trees by the bridge~ I wouldn't want to turn my rooms into a jungle too..\"\n\n Kel's eyes shone with amusement and he couldn't help from saying it. And then, after a calm sip from his coffee he had to add more... He just couldn't help it. The lad was mad, and he had a sickening streak of making jokes that only he thought were funny.\n\n\"Also would Nature girl Be more preferable a title than small forest human?\"" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Her expression soured at his teasing. It didn't ruin things entirely, but she did noticeably pout at his remarks. She buttered up another scone to munch on as she replied. \n\n\"I would much rather you call me Acantha. Unless you'd like me to come up with a clever name for you as well, Flamingo?\"\n\nShe raised an eyebrow, attempting to return some of the sassiness right back to him. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her lips which she tried to hide with a scone." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Kel snorted and laughed in a manner not befitting of a highborn and had to put his drink down. The laugh was a musical cheerful fae sound. He was enjoying himself and had no qualms about admitting it. It had been a long time since sharing a lighthearted moment with anyone he realized. One forgets about the simple things occasionally when consumed by their work... Among other things.\n\n\"That is one I haven't heard before. Er... Acantha~\"\n\n The elf liked the sound of her name coming off his tongue, he much preferred this Acantha to the one from earlier. He made a mental note to do what he could to avoid pissing her off. The way he saw it now.. Maybe he could do with the company. And she could do with a guide thru the Lilac... At the very least~once this stay was over.\n\n\"I much prefer Your excellence, or if you add The great Or Sir On after addressing me.. \"\n\n He was making that impish grin again, Pure villainy was within this one's mind currently to be sure." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "A devilish thought occurred to her at his suggestion. She didn't get those thoughts too often, but now would be a perfect time to display some of her more devious side. She stood up and leaned over the table, getting a bit closer to him - enough to be within a whispering distance. With a husky whisper and half closed eyes that stared directly at his, she enacted what she considered to be the ultimate teasing move.\n\n\"I'll call you 'sir' from now, then.\" \n\nShe smirked and returned to sitting, taking a faux confident sip of her tea. Though she pulled it off, internally she was incredibly nervous about the entire idea. The witch patiently waited for his reaction to her tease." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Left speechless, Kel could feel the warmth of her whisper on his ear. It sent a tingling sensation all the way down his spine and back again. Sent his heart doing summersaults in his chest. The enchanters jaw worked as if to say something but no words came. He realized he was probably the same shade as his hair and suddenly came over very abashed. He couldn't keep looking into her eyes else he might just fall into them, deep beautiful pools of whimsy green groves hidden within.\n\n He looked away, turning his chin up and channeling that inner nobles-son. Keladan could see it becoming Very distracting If she were really to call him that.. But an elf must keep his cool you know. Nor let it swell his head.\n\n\"Good.\"\n\n Was all he managed, and although he was still blushing furiously he kept up the air of indignation and nonchalance, looking anywhere but at Aca. It would all melt away in seconds if he met those eyes. So he didn't.\nIf he wasn't under a spell he certainly was now... \n\n Acantha was quite Enchanting. As an enchanter hims-elf Keladan knew these things. Cept she wasn't in the witchy way~ it was quite obvious she hadn't been using any dirty magic tricks in the market the day before.\n\n Keladan buttered another scone to make himself busy, distract him from Dishonorable Thoughts. Though Aca could see that devilish smile was trying to escape out onto his face no matter how hard he tried.\n\n\"When shall we leaf? I feel I could waste away this entire day with you here.\"" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "Aca was thoroughly amused and proud of her tease as his face's color quickly transitioned to match his hair and eyes. Rare were the moments she could find the courage and audacity to tease someone like that, but when she did And It worked? Well, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Finishing off her tea with a smug smile, she walked back the name suggestion. \n\n\"Well, I have a mess to clean up in my room, Kel, so I imagine it may be some time before I can leave. Perhaps midday? Though I'll need to figure out how to Safely Get rid of those flowers if they're truly so dangerous. Can't just burn them all. If only I could figure out how to Wither Them...\"\n\nBy now her voice had lowered as she talked to herself. Her eyes focused on the last scone and a finger curled up against her chin in thought as she tried to come up with various ways to clean up the overgrowth without damaging the room further.\n\n\"Perhaps a tincture that induces withering effects? No, I would need more time for that sort of thing.\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "The elf nearly choked on scone~ and blanched turning back to Acantha in surprise after what she'd said mostly to herself. But of course he'd heard it.\n\n\"You're going to just wither that fortune away?! Acantha-më Allow me to assist. I know the perfect charm~ and I... Know where one can get rid of things Such as this.\"\n\n There was a serious look to the enchanters eyes rarely seen. And he sat there sitting up now with a pink eyebrow raised in question. But that smile still quirked on his lips. His words held a dark undertone. Hints that it was probably best to just return to the market and take advantage that she wouldn't be there.. But where was the fun in that?" }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "His eagerness to help with her poisonout plant problem caught her offguard. Her expression was a mild form of shock as she considered his offer. \n\n\"Well, if you have use for such plants, who am I to stop you from a bountiful harvest? I'm afraid I may not be able to help much in delicately harvesting, but I can offer any other support you might need for ridding me of that problem.\"\n\nIt was mildly suspicious that he was interested in such a vast array of poisonous vegetation, nonetheless where to sell such things. Did he know how to refine them into dangerous concoctions as well? \n\nIf she learned he was supplying dangerous individuals with poisons for killing, she may have to reconsider the start of this friendship. But, she needed to learn more to come to such a conclusion. Such a talk wasn't appropriate for breakfast in the middle of a tavern inn. \n\n\"Whenever you're ready, I suppose.\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Watching Aca he paused, her suspicion was plain as day. She must think him some type of Naer do well~ So be it. Words were not the kind of things you could unsay. With a cheeky grin the elf uncrossed his legs. Placed his mug down and stood in a fluid motion.\n\n\"Come on then.\"\n\n With a sweep and flourish of pink. Keladan was off. Heading back in the direction from which they had come. He chewed his lip and thought while walking. There was a slight concern in his ability to do the charm twice in a row. He only ever did one.\n\nKel stopped at the foot of the stairs to check and see if miss Acantha was following, but there was some excitement in his step she could see. \n\nMaybe he would leave this town with sone coin after all." }, { "author": "Acantha Cadeyrn", "message": "The witch finished the rest of her tea and popped the last buttered scone in her mouth as the elf was leaving. Usually she would leave a tip, but it seemed her coin bag was still in her room. With a sigh, she stood and followed Kel, though slightly slower than him, taking her time as she climbed the stairs behind him. He certainly looked quite excited to help her all of a sudden.\n\n\"So, what do you plan to do with all of those flowers? Certainly not a bouquet for a special someone, I hope.\"" } ]	205.5	12,005
188.631579	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Duke Anfrey", "message": "The sound of hammer to nail echoed through the town square. A group of six mercenaries watched as their boss posted the notice. Turning to face the now forming crowd, the old human puts his hands behind his back and begins to speak.\n\n \"Attention citizens of Miller-dale! I am Duke Mattias Anfrey! What you see before you...,\" His hand slowly gestured towards the large notice, its red and black characters surrounding a terrifying sketch. \"Is no bounty or job offer. It is a notice. Down the trail that lies southwest, any and all citizens are hereby forbade from traveling until given permission once more. Until then...\"\n\n He took out a dagger from his waist and stabbed it in the center of the parchment. \n\n \"I need Miller-dale's finest warriors! This is a monstrous and terrible situation for us all and so I need those able to listen and fight, in that order. You will be paid handsomely upon your survival. Feel free to read at your discretion...\"\n\nFinally he stepped to the side and began conversing with his mercenary entourage, listening to the latest scout report.\n\nThe notice reads:\nBY ORDER OF DUKE ANFREY\n[Any and all travels done by citizens, merchants or otherwise is punishable by imprisonment or fine of 100 silver pieces.]\n\n[If you are a coward and spot this Daemon of Hell, It is too late, avoid at all cost.]\n\n[Should you find yourself a hero thirsty for riches, fame and glory, inquire to Duke Anfrey.]\n\n[Sketch below]" }, { "author": "Alinys", "message": "\"Excuse me, Pardon me, coming through here.\" Alinys would say as she is pushing through the crowd. Before making her way to the front of the crowd. Hmm I've never seen anything like that picture in the monastery's library, maybe it's a new creature native to this land only? She pondered while staring. I guess the only way is to ask this Duke guy for more information, but seeing as how no one else is going up it might not be a good idea. Well like the monks said you can read a thousand lives in books, but nothing compares to finding the heart with travel. Alinys steels herself before walking up to the duke. \"Excuse me Duke, sir. My name is Alinys and I am a traveling monk and would like to hear more about this creature you posted a picture of if you do not mind.\" Alinys would finish her statement and then curtesy awaiting a response. " }, { "author": "Duke Anfrey", "message": "He turned his head to this peculiar looking woman in robes, silencing his underling with a gesture of his hand. The warm breeze rustled what remained of his long white hair and made his gilded coat shimmer in the sunlight, his deep brown eyes overgrown with an aged and hardened visage.\n\n \"Duke Anfrey, monk. And I posted no creature, your holiness, but something else.\" Voice like an old hound's growl, he exhaled in exasperation.\n\n \"Its more of a magical weapon, likely in the hands of a traitor to my expedition...\" He turned shoulder to shoulder with her to face the bumbling crowd around his notice, scribbling down in his notebook which he took from an interior pocket. \n\n \"Since I Doubt A holy woman such as yourself will be joining us, I suppose I can hire you for the funeral rites of the dead when we return...\" He began doing maths in his book, scribbling furiously to estimate an appropriate offer." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Magic weapons, eh? My specialty. You got details?\"\nA low, gruff voice rang out from the crowd, a black-haired dwarf pushing through the crowd with relative ease despite his stature. He rested a heavy crossbow in his arms, the bolt held tight against the crank-drawn limb." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir had been able recently to get out of the house a bit more. Spring filled him with quite a few mixed feelings, but he needed to get out and converse with people to recharge.\n\nSo Lir had gone on a walk, in his daywear and with his walking-stick, having left his swords at home. Daggers he still had carefully hidden about his person.\n\nNaturally, the crowd gathered by the community board piqued his interest, and he strolled over to investigate.\n\nSilently, Lir studied the old noble as he announced a closure of a trail Lir hadn't gotten terribly familiar with yet. He turned his attention to the notice board, sighed, and stared at it for far too long, mouthing the words of the notice to himself as his brain struggled through the sentences.\n\nLir eventually gave up, though he had gotten the general gist of the matter, especially the bit about the thing being a \"Daemon of Hell.\" \n\nThose words made Lir shiver. He watched the robed monk thread through the crowd and question the old noble and figured he would glean more information by listening to their conversation.\n\nWhich confused him, and he glanced back to the notice board, again seeing the word \"Daemon.\" \n\nLir strolled toward the slowly-growing crowd, which now included a dwarf with a crossbow. Lir noted this, shelving the information away for later.\n\n\"Pardon me, dear fellow,\" Lir said to the old noble. \"But the notice says that the creature is a 'Daemon from Hell,' and not a magical artifact, if I read it correctly.\" Lir furrowed his brows. \"So... Which of the two is it?\"" }, { "author": "Duke Anfrey", "message": "\"Embellishment is needed to keep the cowardly from conscripting and ensure only the capable and strong follow.\" He waved his hand dismissively at the inquisition, finding it redundant to have to explain lying to masses for their own good.\n\n He snapped his notebook shut as the gathering volunteers murmured about. The shadows on his face seemed to deepen and lengthen as he gravely elaborated to his potential hires. His gaze traveled from the dwarf cradling the crossbow, to the monk and then to the newly arrived volunteer. \n\n \"I've dedicated many of my years of life to this artifact, kept it a secret for so long... Only for my work to be undone by some...\" He bit his tongue, then continued, \"Its a set of armor... Monstrous in size and strength, brimming with magical energy. My own research suggests that once worn, it grants its wearer some immense elemental power... And yet..\" \n\n He leaned in closer to this array of characters, revealing in a harsh whisper, \"There are no signs of massive elemental anomalies. Only a small trail of singed foliage that I forbade my scouts from exploring further without reinforcements.\"\n\n He looked over his shoulder briefly then continued, \"It seems to me that whoever decided to don the armor has yet to utilize or understand its power. Our time is limited.\"\n\n \"Anything else?\"\n\n He stood up straight again awaiting questions from this admittedly capable looking group of volunteers. He began to feel a little more confident in this venture." }, { "author": "Alinys", "message": "Alinys blinked a few times after hearing that it was in fact an type of cursed or enchanted amour. \"Well you see, Duke, while I am a monk, my priorities lie not in funeral rites but in exploring and cataloging new artifacts, creatures, disease, and more to fill the libraries at the monastery, so why I appreciate your offer to do the funeral rites, which I could do, if you really are gathering a party for this adventure, then I will be coming so I can be the first to catalogue this new existence.\" She says briefly before turning to face the rest of the motley crew of people starting to form. \"Well, what say you all, isn't experiencing the thrill of finding a new discover the best?\" She promptly turned back to the Duke awaiting his response." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Sounds like you know a thing or two about this thing. How's it activated? Which school o' magic? External or internal?\"\nThe young dwarf rattled off his questions when prompted, caring little for the noble's mutterings. He was raised to mistrust those self-important dwarves in Rouguemont, and had learnt to extend that to the human aristocracy in his travels. Eyes cast downward, he spun a few different bolts between his fingers - some blunted, some sharp." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Ah.\" Lir leaned on his walking-stick a little.\n\nSo *That* Sort of noble.\n\nLir crooked a smile. \"I see,\" He said smoothly. He bit his tongue at the man's words, but he was a foreigner here, and Lir doubted that upsetting a noble, even a minor one, would do him any favours.\n\n\"A magical set of armour? Fantastic.\" Lir shifted his weight from one foot to the other. \n\n\"I wish you luck in that endeavour. Thank you for the information, my lord.\" Lir bowed his head slightly.\n\n\"Have you got a spare notice I might take with me? I know someone who, while they would not join your adventure, might find the information of personal interest.\"\n\nLir grinned at the young monk. \"My dear, I've got one eye, a crippled sword hand, and a bad back, not to mention other responsibilities. And I'm rusty at best. I'd only be a hindrance.\" He tapped at a button on his waistcoat. \"Besides, I'm hardly dressed for it.\"\n\nLir listened as the dwarf asked his questions, and decided to remain to hear the answers." }, { "author": "Duke Anfrey", "message": "He nodded respectfully at the monk's eagerness. \"Very well, you travel with us.\"\n\n \"As for you,\" Looking at Lir he rose his hand slightly in the air and a leather clad mercenary swiftly made his way over, \"Give this gentleman two pages off the next print.\" \n\n The mercenary saluted Duke Anfrey and jogged off to a nearby tent that had been set up, coming forth a few moments later with two rolled up parchments, the ink so fresh it was visible through the paper. \n\n Finally, he turned to the inquisitive dwarf. Had it been different circumstances he would find his questions about the subject of his life's work endearing. \n\n \"Despite dedicating decades to it, i still only know fragments of its power and origin. Its activated once someone wears it, amplifying their power based on... Something... Admittedly i'm still unsure.\" His brow furrowed with shame. Continuing, \"As for schools of magic, your guess is good as mine. It's Dwarvish in origin, but your people's libraries lay inaccessible to me...\" His rage made itself known through slightly clenched teeth. \"Regardless I Believe it to be internally powered, relying on the wearer's life force of some kind.\"" }, { "author": "Alinys", "message": "Smiles happily \"Wonderful! I'm, sure our partnership will be fruitful and the amount of knowledge I will learn is fantastical!\" Alinys exclaimed" }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Leave it to the Firebeards to unleash somethin' terrible o' they're own makin'. Cleanin' up their mistakes is my family's job. I'll take you up on this, Duke.\"\n\nThe dwarf let a grin creep from under his beard, a determination burning in his eyes as the crossbow tip was raised.\n\n\"If it's life force, we'll either need to tail it and wait a while - until this joyrider's flame grows dim, if ya' get me - or kill 'em by bypassin' the armour.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Once more, Lir politely inclined his head to Duke Anfrey. \"Thank you, my lord.\"\n\nLir took the freshly-minted sheets and scanned them. Well, he pretended to, at any rate. He nodded in approval; Artudian would want to know this at least.\n\nTo the dwarf and the monk, he said, \"While I likely won't be able to join you, I can take this back to my employer and see if he has got any advice about this sort of thing. He's more experienced at this than I am.\"\n\nLir turned back to Duke Anfrey. \"Will you be sending them off on their own, my lord, or will you be joining them?\"" }, { "author": "Duke Anfrey", "message": "His brow raised in surprise, his pride held back his tongue as a dam's worth of questions pressed against his teeth for the dwarf. \n\nH-How could he possess such knowledge freely ..? I must learn more when the time is right... His brow furrowed slightly as he steeled himself and showed no falter. He cleared his throat,\n\n \"Under different circumstances I would agree with you, sir dwarf, however I'm afraid biding our time is of little benefit. The armor has longevity based properties as well, said to increase the users lifespan.\" His hand rand across his balding head, sweat beading on his aged skin as the sun bore down between the sparse clouds. \n\n \"That being said,\" His gaze swept across his mercenaries and his volunteers, \"Make your final preparations, we move Southwest to the Lilac Forest. Sir dwarf, Her Holiness, you may accompany me at the head of the formation.\"\n\n He nodded to Lir, unaware that the man's intentions weren't exactly aligned to his own, \"Make it known to whomever you serve that any reinforcements to my name are greatly appreciated.\" \n\n At these words about 7 men donned in similar leather armor with sparse plates got into formation at the beginning of the now sanctioned path. The sun bounced off of their shining metal, making the dark underside of the canopy glimmer and shine, they patiently waited the final order to march forward towards the ." }, { "author": "Alinys", "message": "Alinys looks around at the rest of the people who will be coming on the journey with her before taking a breath. \"Well then, since it would seem we are gonna be going on the journey together I'd like to formally introduce myself. I am Alinys monk of the 5 venom styles temple and cataloguer extraordinaire!\" She would proclaim, \"Or will be after this...\" She mumbled afterwards before saying a few chants under her breath." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Right, right. Felfatheas, eh? First time for everythin'...\"\nGitroki mumbled to himself, wondering just how many dwarves will have bothered to make the journey since the end of the Third Age. He cackled at Alinys' elaborate introduction, but nodded to her with a light reverence.\n\"Gitroki Magebolt. Never gave her a name, but ol' reliable has dropped a few o' the magically inclined in my time. What was that about cataloguin'?\"" }, { "author": "Alinys", "message": "Alinys perked up at the question involving cataloguing. \"Well you see one of the things practiced in the temple is conquering one's heart and clearing it only then will you be able to become the buddha with one thought and the devil with another, and there are many ways that people decide to go about achieving this enlightenment.\" She pauses for a second \"My way of achieving enlightenment is by striving to catalogue the world and its various mysteries, thus this journey with a magical armor potentially made with dwarven magic from your previous statements is a good way to start off eh?\" Alinys chuckles at the end of her statement" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir nodded to Duke Anfrey as the man explained the armour's capabilities. For him, it was easy to assume precisely Why The old noble truly wanted the armour.\n\nHe did nod to Duke Anfrey. \"I will inform him, my Lord.\" Lir saw no need to give the Duke any further information on his \"Employer's\" Possession of any reinforcements... Which, in truth, was none.\n\nDuke Anfrey did not sit well with Lir at all, but few nobles did. Still, Lir was glad he was bowing out, yet there were still the two hapless volunteers that the Duke had managed to convince to join him.\n\nLir turned to Alinys and Gitroki. He was careful to turn his entire back towards the Duke and his regiment. \"Alinys. Gitroki. A pleasure. Velir Silivasti. Lir, please. Perhaps when you've returned from your adventure, we can make acquaintances more properly.\"\n\nThen, in a soft voice that only Alinys and Gitroki could hear, he lowed, \"I wouldn't entirely trust the Duke.\"\n\nWithout waiting for a response, Lir smiled and turned back to the Duke. \"Well, best of luck on your venture, the lot of you. I hope you succeed.\"\n\nTwirling his walking-stick through the air, Lir strolled off and disappeared into the still-gathered crowd, whistling brightly." }, { "author": "Duke Anfrey", "message": "His deep green royal garb flittered with the warm breeze, his back to miller-dale as he took position at the forefront. With a crooked hand he held his formation to hold and looked back at the dwarf and the monk, having now heard their introductions,\n\n \"Sir Gitroki, Lady Alinys, your with me.\" His eyes met Lir's and greeted his bow with his own slight nod of the head,\n\n \"Have any other volunteers rendezvous at our position, Captain Harth!\" He barked at a mercenary by the crowd, who promptly saluted.\n\n He waited with his hand held above his shoulder for the others to take their place before giving the final order to march towards the ." } ]	165	3,584
366.461538	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Miller Dale, the lovely canal town.\n\nVelir Silivasti had little knowledge of this pretty little city still. He walked along the cobblestones, his walking-stick clicking with each step. As he strode along the riverside, humming to himself, the tiny fragrances of the town's flower gardens permeated the air.\n\nLir examined each building he passed, not entirely aware of where his feet landed. He listened to the water running around him. He made his way towards Palladium Park, curious as to what spices it sold.\n\nLir stopped in the middle of Palladium Park and drew his map out from the inside of his coat-pocket. He gripped his walking-stick tightly as he studied the piece of paper he had acquired from the little breadmonger. \n\nPalladium Park appeared to be riddled with shops. Lir twirled his walking-stick about for a few moments.\n\nThen he glanced up to study the creatures milling around him. Important information to gather." }, { "author": "Leo Canon", "message": "Leo was slightly disoriented still having been dropped into this dimension a little suddenly. However, it wasn't unexpected.\n\nNot having much else to do Leo turned into his cat form and started wandering around the... Park? He wasn't quite sure. It looked a lot like a park so until further information could be gathered he will work off the assumption that it is, indeed, a park. \n\nSo wandering around the park he finds himself in he begins piecing together two very important facts about where he currently finds himself. 1) He won't be burned at the stake for using magic. 2) He most likely won't be discriminated against... Most likely... He hadn't quite figured it out but he was sure he would at a very near moment in the future.\n\nFor now he decided to follow someone. This person with a stick seemed like just as good as any to follow so why not? This is how Leo finds himself seated in cat form in front of Lir as he looks around at all the difference creatures. Leo didn't know this was what Lir was doing but even if he had known Leo would've discarded the information for not being useful for his current goal. Learning the actions and mannerisms of one person in this reality wasn't important. Mainly because Leo already intrinsically knows what they are. Or at the very least, he knows that he won't be banished from the park for a minor slip up in mannerisms. \n\n\"Meow.\" Leo says, sort of quizzically. Or as quizzically a cat can manage a meow. Leo is able to talk normally, but he wasn't sure if talking cats were a norm here and if that would lead to a burning at the closest most convenient pile of wood." }, { "author": "bunnzor", "message": "Palladium Park's street shop was full of different kinds of shop. Normal shops like clothing and groceries where there but some uncommon stores also existed next to these. For example, a potion store, sitting next to the grocery market. A \"Best Potion Makers of 2021\" Sticker stamped right on the front glass where you could see people browsing, all different creatures each with their own reason. Insomnia, pain relief; to improve memory, stamina, etc. \n\nBut from all of these slightly crowded stores only one was completely empty apart from the worker/owner. A dainty antique store, that had books, jewelry, furniture, decorations. Everything you could ask for, as long as it was old. The front sign said \"THE IVY\" And there were hangers full of different flowers all over the front, a door in the middle of these. The old lady working in the store was whistling a soft tune, dusting an apparel full of antique jars, thinking about throwing more wood in the fireplace to help the cold in her writhed bones. This woman had gentle blue eyes, white hair styled in a ponytail with a blue ribbon. An amber stone necklace adorning her neck that matched with the amber earrings. She wore a long dark blue dress that reached the floor. Simple but nice, just like her store." }, { "author": "Lumen", "message": "\"Quaint I suppose,\" Lumen muttered under his breath, as he eyed the picturesque community of Miller Dale. He'd seen bigger and more grandeur places in his travels but this was a nice change of pace. The troupe Lumen had been part of, had travelled through many a village over the years but Lumen himself had grown weary of dancing for the entertainment of others. Much like a court jester, he had been made to dance for hours and hours on end. From dusk 'til dawn most nights. Lumen's skill with the chakrams were unmatched. The blades added a sense of danger to his acts and onlookers loved the thrill. \nLumen pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation, Even the thought of going back to the troupe was stressful. With a light step, he made his way into Miller Dale, eyeing the various shops along the canals. The streets seemed to be filled with folk from all walks of life, going about their various activities, and somehow even here Lumen still managed to stand apart from the crowd. With his tall and rather slender stature, one would think he was an elf but he had one very distinctive feature that gave him away every time. \nTwitch\nSigh\nTossing his messily braided hair to one side, Lumen stroked his hair absent-mindedly. His white locks and tall ears had always been a sense of pride for Lumen but since making his way to Miller Dale, he'd realized it only made him stand out among most crowds. Causing people to recognize him unnecessarily as he set out away from his troupe. Even now he could sense multiple sets of eyes upon his person. \nNot that he minded the attention, a corner of Lumen's mouth perked up despite himself. Clearing his throat slightly, he eyed the various stalls and shops once more, stopping at a young lad selling trinkets and maps. Tossing a few coins to the boy as he nabbed himself a map of the area, Lumen lazily made his way to the nearest park on the map, still looking at shops of books and jewelry as he walked by. \nLumen wandered until he happ\n\nEned upon a cute shop sign that caught his interest. THE IVY Cute He thought to himself as he creeped toward the store display. He perused the flowers and jewelry near the window, noting an older woman in the store. Her blue dress wasn't what caught his attention, more like the bright amber necklace and earrings that seemed to be calling his name. For a woman of seemingly simple tastes, Lumen couldn't quite figure out how she would come by such exquisite jewelry. Unable to stop himself, Lumen strode to the entrance and made his way inside." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "It was safe to say that Lir was... Unprepared for the peoples he was encountering in Miller Dale.\n\nAfter a few moments of studying the crowds in Palladium Park, having stopped in front of a nearly-empty antique shop, Lir glanced down at his map again. \n\nHe found himself looking at a black cat meowing at him in what seemed a frighteningly intelligent way.\n\nLir lowered his map and stared at the little cat, his brows furrowing in confusion. With his employer having... Rather a marked distaste for felines, Lir had little experience with the animals.\n\nHe was reasonably sure, however, that cats didn't normally wander about during the day, nor stop people in their tracks and meow quizzically as if they might be asking for directions.\n\nFrom the corner of his eye, Lir caught the movement of a man entering the Ivy. Lir looked up, pointing at the cat sitting on the cobblestones in front of him.\n\n\"Pardon me, good sir, but is this...\" Lir's voice failed him, trailing off as he saw the young man's long white lapine ears.\n\n\"...Normal?\" Lir squeaked. He glanced back down at the cat, then back into the Ivy. He saw the old woman tending the shop, but at this point, Lir suspected that she too likely had something...Interesting About her. He was beginning to feel very much a fish out of water. Of course, he was rather far from home now.\n\nBack to the cat that seemed to be asking him something. Perhaps he was impeding the cat's entry into the antique shop? Though Lir had no idea where a cat might keep its purse, nor what it might purchase in an antique shop.\n\nStill, he stepped aside for the black cat, and gestured towards the Ivy's open door with his walking-stick.\n\n\"Erm... After you?\" He tried." }, { "author": "Lumen", "message": "Lumen was halfway through the doorway when he realized that someone had nearly asked him a question. His ears reflexively twitched at the voice but as he glanced at the man talking aloud, Lumen couldn't be quite sure if the man was even speaking to him, as a rather feline creature was beside the peculiar looking man. The man was seemingly missing a few digits but held onto a rather fun looking stick at his side. From the eye patch, one could only assume he was missing a headlight as well.\n\nGiving the man a quick nod and smile, Lumen headed into the shop. Still unsure if he should've responded. As big as his ears were, Lumen had a tendency to tune out most noise. \n\nSeeing the man gesture for the cat to come inside, Lumen assumed the man and the cat had a... Special Bond? Having never understood the need for a \"Pet\", Lumen couldn't bring himself to understand pet owners. Nonetheless, Lumen held the door open with his foot for the pair of oddities, a sheepish smile on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck, and glanced about the shop." }, { "author": "Leo Canon", "message": "Leo having already caused a bit of chaos in his first few hours of being here is... A rather normal thing for Leo. Having a door opened for him politely he wagered it'd be rude if he didn't enter, and so, he did. \n\nWanting to sew a bit of chaos into the situation, as Leo passes through the door he looks up to Lir and says, \"Thank you kind sir.\" He then proceeds to jump up onto the nearest counter with enough room for him to cozily saddle himself in there.\n\nHe then proceeds to stare at Lumen. \"So how common are cats around here? Do I need to worry about... I don't know. Being a prize for an esteemed pet collector? Not as if they'd be able to keep their hand on my slippery paws for long...\" He raises one of his paws and flexes out one of his claws in a, what would be intimidating gesture, were it not coming from an animal that most would consider 'punt-able'. \n\nNot to mention his physical traits aren't really the ones you need to be worried about. Rather, his magic causes a lot more grief in a lot less time than anything he'd be able to manage with his claws and teeth." }, { "author": "Linda", "message": "The old lady finished dusting the jar apparel and noticed potential costumers so she approached the doorstep with a kind smile. \"Hello there, if you need any help. I'll be here by the fireplace.\" She told them, pointing at the two chairs in front of the fireplace where the fire danced in flames. Linda proceed to walk that spot to sit down with a big sigh. Then she said over her shoulder. \"The only people a cat should be worried about is the witches. I've heard they love talking cats.\" She said to Leo, looking into the fire. Recalling all the stories from her lifetime about cats and witches. Cats being kidnapped to be given to them as gifts in exchange for a magical favor. Witches sacrificing their cat familiars when the spell had a \"One sacrifice of someone or something you truly love.\" As an ingredient. The woman chuckled and held the amber necklace between her fingers, caressing it. Just enjoying the warmth of the fire." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "The cat thanked Lir politely, because of course it did, and Lir stared at it.\n\n\"Hell's bells, it talks,\" Lir sighed. Then the cat walked into the shop, because of course it did that, too.\n\nLir's back twinged as the cat passed him. He grimaced but followed the cat into the antique shop, because why not at this point. He nodded to the rabbit-eared gentleman holding the door open.\n\n\"Thank you, young man.\" Lir smiled at him, but his voice was tight and nervous as a bowstring.\n\nAnd now the cat was inquiring about the possibility of being kidnapped, and the proprietor responded to the cat just as she would to any other customer, Because of course she did.\n\nSo yes, this was normal, a cat talking to the shopkeeper of an antique store about being kidnapped was perfectly normal, and a young man with rabbit ears was an everyday sight, *Because of course he was, and Lir wondered at this point if he hadn't managed to somehow ingest some of his lord's more potent medicine.\n\nLir's head spun and his back began hurting quite a lot more, and he wandered over to the old woman by the fireplace and sat down in the second chair. \n\nNormally, he would have asked before sitting uninvited next to an elder, but what was today about if not challenging your reality, and Lir's reality right now was that his back was bothering him dreadfully and everything was becoming a tad too much for him.\n\n\"I hope you don't mind, madam,\" Lir said feebly to the shopkeeper as he sat. \"Back's a bit sore. It's the, ah, weather. Cooling air and all that.\" Or perhaps all the excitement, he thought. \n\nNone of this, however, seemed terribly exciting to anyone else present.\n\nMerely a normal day of having the door to an antique store held open for him by a polite young man with rabbit ears, and following a talking cat into said shop where the cat and the shopkeeper had a disturbingly flippant conversation about being abducted by witches.\n\nAt least, though, the situation couldn't get any... Well, not Worse, because it wasn't bad, per se, simply... Bewildering." }, { "author": "Lumen", "message": "Lumen nodded at the man as he made his way into the store with his feline friend. Raising his brow slightly at the sight of a cat having a somewhat decent conversation with the shop keep. \nInteresting\nHis eyes followed the human fellow as he sat beside the woman near the fireplace. Once again, the jewel around her neck catching his eye. Surely if she could afford such fine amber, there must be some decent antiquities among the rabble of items on her shelves.\n\nGlancing about the store, it seemed there were indeed some noteworthy items. He wandered the store aimlessly, stroking the back of various books as he walked by, the sounds of the shop keep and the 2 oddities shifting into murmurs as he found himself meandering into a dark corner toward the back end of the shop. \n\nHis curiosity always getting the better him, he continued deeper in. Maybe he could find something interesting in here yet." }, { "author": "Leo Canon", "message": "Leo stares at Lir as he complains about his back. Acting on a hunch Leo decides to focus in his sight on Lir to try and see the weave of magic around him.\n\nHe fails in rather expected fashion, accidentally blinding himself temporarily. Not being able to filter out any of the many magical energy sources that exist in the natural world he effectively did the equivalent of staring directly into a light bulb after standing in a dark room.\n\nVocalising his surprise while covering his eyes with his paws he cries out, \"Agh! What in fiery depths!?\" He seems rather confused at this result before seemingly remembering something very important. A look of remorse and understanding passes over Leo's face quickly. \"Oh... Right. Nevermind!\" Leo forgot he was starting from scratch again. Even if noticing the basic weave of magic isn't considered an advanced skill, he's still a baby in terms of magical prowess. Still learning to keep his head up straight.\n\nHe takes his paws away from his eyes and starts squinting around to regain his bearings. Realising the implications of being a baby again (magically speaking) he realises that the first person he's encountered probably got hit by his bad luck. Leo likes to think his own bad luck is what caused him to try and stare at the weave before he was ready, but he knows deep down that that was on him.\n\nFor now he will just try to rectify the current situation. Now recovered from his misadventure he opens his eyes fully again, still straining slightly from the light, and looks at Lir. He raises one of his front paws and points at Lir trying to recall the bad luck. \n\nHowever, a saying comes to mind here. Something about 'When a cat's out of a bag, hard to put it back in.' What transpired was rather imperceptible to anyone without basic magical training. Would Leo attempted to do was recall his magic. What actually happened was it passed right by him and struck Lumen.\n\nLeo was non the wiser." }, { "author": "Linda", "message": "Linda looked up to the man when he approached her set of chairs. A smile spreading across her lips as she waved her hand. \"Of course not, feel free. If your friends are fan of antiques you might be here for a while so might as well, take a seat.\" She giggled, giving him a stare that meant 'I know what's going on' before getting up and reaching for the poker, using it to move the logs for more fire. She didn't notice the other young man disappearing down the hall towards the darker apparels. \"Are you looking for anything in particular? A jewel, a ring, decorations.\" She was making friendly conversation but then turned back to the cat when he cried out. \"Are you okay, kitty?\" She asked him, tilting her head. Her eyes sparkling in joy as she got up excitedly. \"Would you like to eat? Do you like tuna or.. Anything? Some water?\" She offered to Lir, turning to him with a grin. Her amber necklace emitted a faint glow that she stopped to look at, her eyes moving towards Leo before she turned around and kept walking to the back room." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "The fire's warmth relaxed the seizing muscles of Lir's back... Or so it seemed to him.\n\n\"Thank you very much, good lady,\" Lir said to the old woman, spinning his walking-stick in his hands nervously. \"I have just met them today, but I suppose I could wait for–-\"\n\nThe cat's cry of consternation interrupted Lir. He gawked as the cat covered its eyes with its paws–-he wasn't aware cats could do that–-and then...\n\nIt pointed at him. \n\nThe cat pointed at him.\n\n Lir remained blind to the cat's magic winking around the shop and following the rabbit-eared man as he looked through the ancient-smelling bric-a-brac surrounding them. The glint of the old woman's amber necklace, combined with the twinkle in her eye, though, alarmed Lir a touch.\n\nHadn't she said that witches got excited about talking cats?\n\nWasn't she an old woman who had at least surrounded herself with enchanted items, if her glowing pendant was anything to go by?\n\nPerhaps...Perhaps this shopkeeper was the very sort of witch she had warned the cat against?\n\nLir's face had already been betraying confusion and anxiety, so these new thoughts flitting through his mind didn't show in his expression.\n\nBut, Lir reprimanded himself, he might simply be overly suspicious.\n\nMayhaps the old woman was a witch, but still kindly and genuinely concerned for the cat's well-being, with said cat being her customer.\n\nYet there was that look that the woman had given him, that knowing sort of glance Lir knew well.\n\n\"Oh, nothing for me, madam, thank you kindly,\" Lir smiled at the old woman as she offered him refreshment. He stood up to stretch his aching back. \"The heat quite helps. I think I would like a look around.\"\n\nLir realised, belatedly, that revealing he wasn't an acquaintance of the talking cat or the rabbit-eared man might have put them in danger. After all, snatching those with few connections is easier than snatching those with many.\n\nOr Lir was, again, being overly wary.\n\nLir walked over to the counter where the cat sat. \"Are you... All right?\" He asked the cat. He knew he probably ought to enquire as to the reason for the cat's pointing at him, but his suspicions focused more on the old woman right now.\n\nAnd he wanted to be close enough to the cat to grab it and run out of the shop, if he had to.\n\nA distraction, though, might be in order. The door to the shop was open, after all, and many passers-by were out during the day. Pulling off something nefarious would be difficult, especially if the woman had a customer to satisfy.\n\nAs the woman walked towards the back of her shop, Lir asked, \"Actually, madam, I do have a request. Have you got any harps? My employer had to leave his behind when we left, and he's been rather unwell. Having one to play again might lift his spirits.\" No word of lie in any of those words, either. \n\nCome along, Lir, not everything is dangerous, Lir chastised himself. We're just having a browse in an antique shop. With a cat that can speak. And a man with rabbit ears. In a shop that might well be owned by a witch...\n\nEverything is perfectly fine. It isn't as though there are demons about..." }, { "author": "Lumen", "message": "Whether by design or happenstance, the area of the shop Lumen found himself was full of odd statues, decorations, and trinkets. The plants that had been at the front displays couldn't be found back here, the only light to be seen was emanating from the fireplace at his back. The flames cast shadowy figures across the walls, dancing here and there.\n\nLumen couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. His ears twitched with every noise as he eyed the wares in the far corner. A small statue capturing his attention. There were other statues among the dust and clutter but this particular stone statue sent a tingle down his spine as he walked closer for a better look. The statue itself was fairly small, maybe just big enough to fit within his palm. It resembled a snake in appearance but something about the figure didn't sit right with Lumen. Well, snakes in general were a fear of Lumen's from when he was young. Everyone had their own fears and snakes were his. Sneaky, slithery, and most of all, venomous. \n\nEying the statue warily, Lumen reached out a tentative hand. His instincts said Don't touch that thing* But his body moved on its own. Every hair on his body standing on end, Lumen managed to tap the statue. The shop seemed to grow quiet. Odd. But the world hadn't ended so with his mind still in a fog, he cautiously grabbed the statue and brought it closer for inspection. It was just a statue, a figurine really, what was he so scared of? \n\nWith a light chuckle, Lumen's tension eased up a bit. Turning the figurine over, he examined the bottom half of the item, maybe the sculptor had left their name imprinted on the bottom? As he scanned the bottom, he felt a slight change in the air. His ears perked up and he looked about the room, distracted. The next thing he knew, the figurine had fallen from his grasp and Lumen watched as it hit the ground and shattered to small pieces.\n\nOops." }, { "author": "bunnzor", "message": "The old woman moved to another room which seem to be a small kitchen, whistling a tune. She picked up a tray from one of the cabinets and placed it on the table, filled a glass jar with water, opened a tuna can and spooned it on top of a small plate that she could present to the cat. All of that went on top of the tray along with some peanuts on another dish. After picking the tray up and slowly carrying it back to the main room, she gave them another soft smile when she came through the doorway. \"I know you said you didn't want any but I still brought it, just in case. There's also some peanuts, in case you're hungry.\" Linda said, looking down to look at the tray. \"Oh no, I'm missing the glass. I am so silly.\" She giggled and looked at them apologetically. Trying to not let them notice that she knew that the human was uneasy at her and in shock to everything that was going on. \n\nAfter she had fetched 2 glasses and placed them down, she remembered he had mentioned harps. \"Oh yeah, I don't think we have any harp, those instruments are way too big to be in this little store.\" She told him with a small shrug. \"But we do have some decorations that look like harps. Tiny harps.\" She mentioned, her fingers once more grabbing onto the necklace as she made her way to one of the apparels. When she neared the wooden structure and looked for said trinket, the smooth silence was broken by the shattering of something in the back. Her brows furrowed and she blinked, turning around to look at the origin of the sound. \n\nPeople outside were gasping and running away from a sudden storm, rain raging on the sidewalk and on the buildings. The lights of the store flickered, once, twice before a few of them exploded and the rest died. The light was out. \"No.. No..\" The old woman mumbled, looking around before grabbing a lamp she fueled with fire. Currently, the only light source in the store apart from the fireplace. \"Hello...?\" She called, walking towards where Lumen was. ↓\n\nWhen she reached him, she looked down at the mess and immediately recognised the broken statue. She then stared at him with horror. \"What have you done, child?\" She whispered, her face paling in concern. He has doomed us all. Linda thought, gulping and looking behind her where the man and the cat were. As she said this, mist started emanating from the broken pieces of the statue, the black eyes of the broken snake glinting in the darkness. \"Get out of here..\" She told him, slowly walking backwards as the mist moved like it had life of its own. Her breathing sped up and her heart bumped erratically when freezing breathing came form her lips and nose and Lumen's. The growing shape of black mist that formed between her and the hybrid, who's back faced the back of the store, took a humanoid shape, the same glinting eyes of the broken statue. \"You .. Freed her!..\" Linda stammered before turning around and running as fast as her old bones allowed it, towards the front of the store. \n\nShe dropped the lamp on the floor, which was still warm with fire and by accident bumped against the table with the jar and glasses. These tipped and shattered on the floor, making her wince and look around. \"She is here.. She is free.\" Linda squeaked, looking at the man and the cat. \"Your friend has brought the spirit back to us..\" She told him, the amber in her necklace now glowing strongly due the flow of magic invading the store. \"She will rampage all over you!\" She said loudly, pointing her finger at them before she walked off and disappeared into the backroom. Followed by the sound of a lock clicking in place." }, { "author": "Leo Canon", "message": "As a rule of thumb it was best to leave an area that had just suddenly been cast into darkness. Especially if that darkness was preceded by someone doomsaying about 'The ancient evil is released.' and 'None may save you now.' \n\nHowever, Leo realising that he may be partly to blame for this raises both of his front paws again from the direction of ancient evil and pours whatever little magical knowledge he has into making this newly awoken ancient evil suffer from bad luck for the first hour of it's existence. Maybe it'd let something that can be called a hero an edge in a fight against it. Or maybe it'll let him escape with all 9 of his lives intact. No more time to dillydally. He would start to prepare his escape plan. First problem that needs to be solved, how to open the door." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "As the old woman brought out the tray, Lir shot her a smile, one of his winning ones. One of those bright lovely smiles that many people, no matter their age, appeared to appreciate.\n\n\"Thank you so much for your forethought, my lady,\" He told the shopkeeper as she brought the two missing glasses.\n\n\"Oh. He plays lap-harps as well,\" Lir informed the woman when she told him of her shop's lack of orchestral harps. \"Perhaps if you could recommend a luthier...?\"\n\nLir watched the rabbit-eared man inspect the baubles he found on the shelves. He too noted the quiet that saturated the shop when the man picked up the snake figurine and examined it.\n\nEven the figurine dropping to the floor and shattering didn't initially bother Lir–-after all, such things happened frequently. People dropped items, and those items broke. It happened, even in shops, and was rarely something to worry about.\n\nWhat did not ordinarily happen upon dropping such an item was a sudden squall outside. And darkness invading the shop, with only the weak flames of the hearth suddenly supplying the sole light source. Then dark mist leaking everywhere, everywhere.\n\nDespite the sudden darkness, Lir still saw the old woman rush towards the rabbit-eared man who had let the statue slip from his grasp.\n\nThen that dark mist began creeping towards them. A mist Lir had seen, and heard about, and even smelt. A dark haze to avoid.\n\nA mist this old woman must have also known, for she then fled it and left her customers to fend for themselves.\n\nNow the cat on the counter was raising its little black paws, as if it could do something against that darkness seeping out of the broken figure. \n\nLir allowed his walking-stick to clatter to the floor (it was mostly just a fashion-dictated affectation at any rate) and leaned down to scoop the cat into one arm. With the other, he stepped towards the rabbit-eared man, seized his arm, and dragged the both of them out of the shop at the fastest run he could manage.\n\nInto the squall pounding down into Palladium Park, as other people ran for cover from the sudden downpour. Water hurtled earthwards, soaking everything not under a roof.\n\n\"That... That is a bloody demon,\" Lir gasped as he clutched the cat to his chest and gripped the young man's arm in his other hand. Lir glanced around, then darted after a flock of people ducking into a little theatre on the edge of the square." }, { "author": "Leo Canon", "message": "Problem 1, the door, has been solved. Thanks to the mild altruism of Lir, Leo currently has an easy getaway from the end of all our days, the doom that will befall us all, the sky of fire that rains down.\n\nFor now he'll just hang on for the ride to see how far away they get before the demon catches up. Leo has already done mostly everything he can to slow it down so now every individual differs. Will they stand to fight? Or will they run away? Leo doesn't care. He just showed up to the party he has no idea what's happening in this world yet. He's hoping to gleam some clues by spending an exorbitant amount of time at a library to learn about history and magic.\n\nThose plans are currently on hold. For now he just looks back at the... Impending doom. And hopes that the impending doom isn't as doomy for those higher up in the magical echelon. Leo's dealt with plenty of demons before, in fact Leo used to be called a demon! How bad can it really be?" }, { "author": "Lumen", "message": "Everything after the shatter of the figurine was a blur. Quite literally. The smoke that stemmed from the serpent statue seemed to swallow everything and from the darkness Lumen could almost distinguish.. A figure? \n\nBefore he could even focus, the human man along with his feline companion had him by the arm and swept him out of the shop. Had he gotten swept off his feet? Lumen almost chuckled to himself before realizing that as the man veered them away from the shop, the whole park had been thrown into chaos at his little mishap. His face was frozen in confusion. What had even come over him to touch that serpentine thing? \n\nHaving gotten lost in his own thoughts, Lumen finally came to when he noticed the man had taken him to a nearby theatre. His hand still had a strong hold on Lumens arm and he could practically feel the adrenaline coursing through the guy. Lumens heart was pounding out of his chest. His clothes were soaked from the sudden torrential downpour of rain that occurred outside. \n\n\"What in the seven hells even just—\" Lumen could hear the man say something about a demon and could feel his hair go on end once again. Ears twitching and grasping at his non existent pearls, he still felt as though he was being chased by what they had seemingly left behind on the shop." }, { "author": "bunnzor", "message": "The misty figure floated in the same spots for a few seconds, witnessing every soul in the room escape and disappear in the pouring rain outside. A long hiss filled the room as it began to move forward, very unsteadily. It crashed against several apparels while trying to manoeuvre in the hall of items, at some point getting frustrated and crashing them down with two arms that slid out of the blackness. \"Fear...\" It hissed out, able to scent the emotions of the creatures that just were in here. With a small pleased grunt, it darted forward following the trail of fear. \n\nPeople running from the rain would notice the dark shape moving down the street towards the theatre, some of them would scream and run the contrary way. A few unlucky ones that landed in it's path released the delicious smell of fear it was chasing. The same arms that pushed the furniture out the way, coming out to grasp the individual and pull it closer enough for their eyes to be leveled. A man, met the glinting eyes of the mist and yelled out in horror, a dark blue flow or energy coming out of his mouth towards the misty figure. He struggled, kicked, punched, tried grasping the mist, to escape the skinny slim hands that held him but it was no help to the strength it held. At some point, the man went still and lost consciousness out of exhaustion, his body dropping on the wet pavement with a Thud And the mist continued forward through the storm, slowly solidifying the more energy it collected. \n\nMore..\n\nThat's what it wanted, to fill the emptiness inside of it's cold body. To end the starvation that made it's soul hurt and beg for sustain.\n\nThe more energy it stole from different people, the more smart and conscious it became. The predatory instinct mixing with the mischief that slowly developed thanks to the thought of a chase with such delicious reward. Oh, how much it missed the taste of the fear and the anger. \n\nAnd anger is what it felt when the memories slowly swept in. Those cocky egocentric beings that locked it away in a trinket as she was just another creature in this world. It was Ardat Lili, the devourer of hearts, as they knew it. It'd drain the love of her enemies so they could never meet happiness, punishment for wronging her own happiness.\n\nThe figure stared at the theatre from the outside, just standing there, watching people run by but not moving to catch any. It's mind was stuck in a different scent, a delicious old fear that never faded and still existed in the mind of a soul.\n\n \"I want it...\"\n\nIt hissed out loud, a noticeable sharp grin pulsating through the mist, directed towards the watchers inside the theatre. \n\nShe was coming and to stop her, only someone with enough power could bend over a hungry demon." }, { "author": "Leo Canon", "message": "Leo currently being carried like a sack of potatoes (or pretty princess based on interpretation) is letting himself being taken by the flow. \n\nThe rush out of the store, the panic in the streets. It was all just mildly frightening. \n\nThen again everything becomes terrifying when you get front row seats to dying. This whole towns become a theatre for death. And right now, Leo was in the splash zone. \n\nArriving at a safe enough location for the time being, Leo takes this opportunity to turn back into his more... Practical form.\n\nJumping out of Lir's arm and walking a small distance away Leo prepares to transform. It was not that dramatic of an ordeal although it looked a little goofy due to his current level of magical prowess. What occurs is the effect of a very brief smoke bomb before Leo appears in his human form in the blink of an eye. \n\nThere was other ways of doing it, but making himself not look like a demon was a bit of priority for the current circumstances.\n\nHe finally addresses Lir's comment. \"Yes it is. And we should get the heck outta here before that demon decides we should have front row seats to our own demise! Quick as a... Bunny... Now...\" He looks at Lumen. \"Sorry. Poor turn of phrase right now.\" After briefly looking like Leo has regretted very deeply what he had just said he seems to snap out of it due to the pressing issue of death on the horizon. \"Either way! I'm pretty sure I was able to inflict the demon with mild misfortune so that'll buy us... Around 5 seconds if I had to guess. Maybe less.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir had manoeuvered them into the theatre's lobby, along with a few other soaked and frightened souls.\n\n\"You appear to have released a demon,\" Lir informed the young man he had dragged into the theatre.\n\nAs the cat slipped out of his arm, Lir wondered if his seizing of the animal might not have endangered it. After all, surely a cat could run faster than a human?\n\nBut Lir couldn't have left the cat and the rabbit-eared man to fend for themselves in the face of a demon, not when Lir knew very well what to do if a demon appeared.\n\nWhich, of course, was run.\n\nPreferably to a church, or to some other holy place. So of course Lir had dragged them into a theatre, which was more likely than not to be a den of unholy iniquity. He knew nothing of holy houses in this land, or what they looked like.\n\nAnd then the cat changed.\n\n It changed into a young man in a puff of smoke and mist. Lir released the rabbit-eared man and pointed at the young man who had previously been a talking cat.\n\n\"I... Suppose that explains the talking,\" Lir said as a drenched young woman near them wept and reached out to the rabbit-eared man for comfort.\n\n\"All right. Yes, we ought to leave. So. Since we have got, perhaps, five seconds, is there a safe way to the nearest church?\" Lir asked. \"Best way to stay safe from a demon.\"\n\nThis might, however, be a moot point as the demon drew closer to them and blocked any chance of escape. Lir watched the dark mist curling towards them from under the door.\n\nLir stepped towards the door as the mists crept towards them. He slipped out a dagger which, he knew, would do nothing against a demon.\n\n\"Excuse me,\" Lir shouted at the bleak black mist. \"What do you want?\"\n\nAnd if it is what the demon wants, fear leaks from Lir. New fears from seeing this demon, and old fears having nothing to do with this demonic presence." }, { "author": "Lumen", "message": "In a daze, Lumen consoled the woman who had taken shelter in the theatre alongside the now three men minus a cat. Well, I mean was the cat still there if he was now a human? Lumen shook his head quickly, dismissing the thought, bigger problems were happening here. \n\nHis heart was close to bursting from his chest but Lumen was pleasantly surprised to find it still contained within his frame. The woman had made her way into his arms and seemed to be weeping uncontrollably as the mist crept beneath the door and into the theatre. He tried to calm the woman down, hesitantly patting her back. \n\nLumen noticed the man draw a dagger out as he yelled to the thing outside the door. Reaching for his own chakrams, Lumen shifted the woman behind his back, shielding her for a worst case scenario. Clearing his throat, Lumen yelled toward the man and previously feline man who'd hauled him here in the first place. \n\n\"N-Next time you have a chance to run, take this woman with you, not me!\" He gestured at the woman clutching his back. \n\nFear was practically oozing from his pores but Lumen kept it together for the men beside him and the woman behind his back, his eyes locked on the door as the room was engulfed with the mist." }, { "author": "bunnzor", "message": "The demon had slowly advanced until reaching the door of the theatre, walking through like it was invisible. It's mist slipping through the hinges and the perimeter of the door before regrouping into it's original shape inside. It could feel every single cowering soul and their emotions, the delicious quantity of fear that their bodies' emanated. A hiss escaped from the obsidian mist as it took a step towards the original prey. \n\n\"I see your fear..\" \n\nA voice whispered through, feminine, a slight demonic grunt attached to it. \n\n\"I can take it away from you..\" \n\nThe demon said, more gently, an obsidian arm and hand coming out of the mist towards them until it was aimed at the white eared humanoid. It was holding out a hand like the hybrid had fallen and the mist was offering to help them back up.\n\n\"You either give it up or I'll come take it.\"\n\nThe voice said, sounding more human and human with every word it said out loud. Impatiently moving a few centimetres towards them. \n\nAlmost full, need .. *More\n\nThe mist thought, a small growl escaping from it as the woman behind them, who was clutching the rabbit, started wailing and crying in fear. The mist breathed in the smell of her terror, growing more agitated and angry the longer they took to reply. No matter how scared that woman was, his fear had a more delicious scent, older, nightmare oriented. One that didn't fade with time. The older man also had a similar fear, different, but potent, that made the glinting eyes of the mist scan him and hum in interest as well. It didn't have greediness for both but it would easily take any of them willingly. \n\nThe surrender of emotions was the most fulfilling act you could do towards a demon and this one was no different. \n\n\"Tick.. Tock..\"* The mist chuckled, seemingly amused as it took another step closer. \"I have spent enough centuries in a trinket to be patient.\" The demon said loudly, chuckling even more when the woman behind them shrieked as it moved closer." }, { "author": "Leo Canon", "message": "Ah yes, the bystander effect. Except it's less a bystander effect here and more a, 'I will die if I intervene here' effect. Silently Leo starts backing away slowly from the ancient evil that had been awoken just a few minutes ago.\n\nHe hasn't been here long enough to even know how to do a last second power up so his best bet was to just... No longer be here." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir turned as the young man who had recently been a cat backed away. He produced a second dagger, handing it hilt-first to the man. He then drew forth a third... The last weapon he had on his person.\n\n\"Won't do much, but it's better than nothing,\" Lir told him. This man seemed to have no means of defense (other than turning into a cat), and the rabbit-eared man at least had the chakrams, though he also had a weeping woman clinging to him to deal with. But this man ought to have some means of protecting himself.\n\n\"Try to get the pointy end into the demon, if you need to,\" Lir told the man who had previously been a cat. \"And run if you can. No one will fault you for that.\"\n\nNow that dark demonic vapor was focusing on the rabbit-eared man. It hissed its wants... Fear. The rabbit-eared man's fear.\n\nFear seeped from Lir as well, and he gripped the daggers in each hand. Centuries in a trinket... This was likely to be a very grumpy demon.\n\nLir's mind whirled. He hoped he would not have to resort to... Something else that was very much a last desperate attempt at salvation, if he could even manage it. Perhaps he could hurl a dagger at the demon... But he doubted that would hurt it. And he had only the two daggers now. Best to keep them on himself.\n\nLir inhaled deeply. As the demon approached the rabbit-eared man, Lir stepped between them.\n\n\n\nThey hadn't even introduced themselves..." } ]	337	9,528
101.05	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "The Sisterhood of Borrowed Cutlery", "message": "While Miller Dale has always been a great safe town to live in it isn't without its nay doers. \n\nAs of late the Sisterhood had been making more problems for local authorities. \n\nToday, in the middle of the day, a team of 3 has chosen to aid a merchant, that was about to enter the docks to pick up received merchandise, to carry his coins purse.\n\nWhile a small dwarves runs to the man a human woman cuts this belt and, taking the coin purse, tosses it to another woman rogue who takes off running. \n\nThe man takes the wrist of the human woman and calls out \"Thieves!!\" Seeing this the dwarves kicks the man where it really, really hurts and they each take off running. The Dwarves runs in a different direction than the two human rogues." }, { "author": "blackbanzai", "message": "Kenelm was walking through the streets on his regular patrol but was more on guard than usual due to The Sisterhoods more recent attacks.\n\nHe heard the cry of a man call out the one name most common \"Thieves!!\" And immediately ran towards the direction of the voice. \n\nFinding a man badly injured He reached out his hand to him and asking questions \"Sir are you alright?\" And \"What direction did they go?\"" }, { "author": "The Sisterhood of Borrowed Cutlery", "message": "He simple points to the street where you can see tow human woman dashing about 150m away heading toward a bridge that connects to the road leading to the west Miller Dale entrance" }, { "author": "blackbanzai", "message": "He takes off running in the direction of the two women positive they're members of The Sisterhood \n\nDrawing his sword as he gets closer to them shouting \"In the name of the king I Order you to Halt!!\" To no success but catches up to the woman carrying a coin sack and attempts to grab her wrist" }, { "author": "The Sisterhood of Borrowed Cutlery", "message": "The lass rogue rolls to the grown using her mass to pull the knight with her and keeps runng. Whistling she tosses the purse to her companion who is now ahead of them. The keep running across the bridge and turn right following the road next to the waterway." }, { "author": "blackbanzai", "message": "He swiftly gets back on his feet and chases them across the bridge turning right and once again catching up, he is nearing the rogue behind the one carrying the coins \n\nHe is right behind the first rogue and with his one handed sword he swings at her calf attempting to bring her to the ground" }, { "author": "The Sisterhood of Borrowed Cutlery", "message": "She is unable to jump to the side fast enough and stumbles. She takes a roll to lessen the impact. The other rogue knows she has to keep going. The one that rolled is trying to get back up but the pain in her calf is making it hard on her to move properly." }, { "author": "blackbanzai", "message": "He stops and looks up at the other a long ways up ahead and as his stamina is starting to deplete breathing heavily he looks at the struggling rogue and takes his sword and hits her on the back of the head with the handle in hopes to render her unconscious \n\nHe takes out one of his teleportation scrolls commonly issued among knights and chanted \"Magic concealed within ink and paper, use thy talent for its use I need\" With a flash of white light he was instantly transported three feet away from the escaping rogue.\n\nWidening his stance and leaning forward a bit tucking in his arm his shoulder is pointing at her chest as she runs at full sprint as he is ready to take the impact" }, { "author": "The Sisterhood of Borrowed Cutlery", "message": "The first human rogue is out unconscious. The Second human rogue notices his stance and taking her small cloak starts to dash faster toward the knight, spinning her cloak with her right hand as if trying to wrap her hand. \n\nAsh nears she pulls back her arm as if reading a punch... The tosses the cloak towards his face and slides under his arms and to the side of his feet. Taking advantage of his armor. He either kneels to try and catch her or misses his swing if he's not busy still with her cloak. As she slides her foot catches a raised coble stone right behind the night. She fully drops to the ground and rolls over. Slowed by this she attempts to use her rolling to get back up and keep going. She thinks 'Just a little further. Just run don't stop, never stop.' \"MOVE!, out of my way!\"" }, { "author": "blackbanzai", "message": "His intention wasn't to punch her, instead it was to get close enough so that she couldn't stop her momentum and hit her with his shoulder and once she was hit he would tackle her to the ground\n\nWatching her move he knew she wouldn't be hit but he would be just avoided so he waited until she was behind him and turned around then lunges forward in a attempt of hitting her back with his shoulder then tackling her to the ground" }, { "author": "The Sisterhood of Borrowed Cutlery", "message": "Taking the hit she falls to the ground with him. She does her best to slide in between his armor taking out a dagger and cutting off anything getting in her way to escape. As she does it she also starts to whistle. Guards can now be heard calling our form two blocks away.\n\nThe Dawrvess shows up coming out from another side street. Seeing the first rogue out heads to hear to cast heal and try to get her up.\n\nThe second rogue cant get free from her belt as the knight hold on to her." }, { "author": "blackbanzai", "message": "Getting on top of her he grabs her wrist with the dagger and pulling it behind her back he also takes the coin sack in her other hand then standing but stomps on said wrists pinning it onto her backside\n\nHe then points the sword at the back of her neck the point pricking her and a bit of blood drips from the edge of the blade\n\n\"You are under arrest in the name of the king, I suggest you stop struggling unless you want my blade through your neck\" He looks back at the dwarves nursing the first rogue and shouts \"DO NOT TOUCH THAT ONE OR THIS ONE DIES!!\" If there is any sudden movements from the one at his feet he would drive the sword straight through her neck" }, { "author": "The Sisterhood of Borrowed Cutlery", "message": "Thou the dwarves has arrived the second rogue has not stop whistling. Arching her back she uses he legs to wrap the knight's arm and push him back (Details:[1d20 (12)]) his weight is a but more than she expected but manages to move him enough to free her wrist and now attempt to tackle (Details:[1d20 (7)]) Her leg being hurt she cant get enough momentum and falls to the floor with him.\n\nThe 1st rogue, awake now, is told to run. The guards are but 50 meters or less away from them now. 1st rogue takes off limping and the dwarves dash to the 2nd rogue and the night. (Details:[1d20 (3)]) She is not able to reach them before the knight reacts to falling over." }, { "author": "blackbanzai", "message": "He controls his fall and places his knee on her back and punches her hurt leg and as the dwarves are near and about to attack He takes a handful of her hair and pull her head upwards and placed his sword on her neck then rolled around onto our side showing the dwarves\n\n\"One more step and you can take her head back to where ever you came from!!\" He puts pressure on the blade cutting her as a bit of blood drops from the wound" }, { "author": "The Sisterhood of Borrowed Cutlery", "message": "1st rogue takes off and is trying to get away from 2 guards. 2 others are running towards them. The group now. Hearing what he says and not stopping at all \"Sorry knight but you cant! Kill her remember?\" Taking advantage of him having a hand on her hair and the other on the sword (Details:[1d20 (18)]) she takes the coin purse and dashes off calling out \"In omnibus unum sumus.\" \n\nOne guard stops to help and the other continues off after the dwarves who is not jumping nearing the last bridge before she makes it to the road. \n\n1st knight \"Are you ok Kenelm?\" Takes the rogue's wrists. \"Are hurt? Do you need a healer?\" \n\nThe 1st rogue having trouble moving now is aided by two half-orc women. They drag her into a building and bar the door (Details:[1d20 +2 (18)]) the 2 nights cant breach the door." }, { "author": "blackbanzai", "message": "He stands and brushes off \"I'm fine, just a few bruises here and there. But she's a suspected to be a member of The Sisterhood and her accomplice got away with a coin sack... Speaking of where did her accomplice run off too? My job here isn't done\" He turns to the captured rogue \"All that trouble for what!? A few coins?! Are you mad?!?! I'm going to interrogate you properly after I've captured your friend.\"\n\nHe is obviously irked and turns to the other knight for directions he asked earlier." }, { "author": "The Sisterhood of Borrowed Cutlery", "message": "A few meters past the bridge she jumps off with her large bag-o-coin 50 platinum 50 gold and a few silver. Reaching the waterway the 2nd night waits for her to swim up for air...\n\nShe never does.\"" }, { "author": "blackbanzai", "message": "He runs up to the second knight and waits with him and concluded she escaped and with a curse he walks back to the 1st knight with the captured rogue.\n\nHe walks up to the knight \"Question the man they stole from, make a wanted poster I want her face all over this town, and the next one over. And I'll take her back to the keep\"" }, { "author": "The Sisterhood of Borrowed Cutlery", "message": "The first night seeing Kenelm run he tales the woman and ties her hands and starts to walk away with her back to the Keep. She is hurt and has a hard time moving, yet is laughing. \"Take it, easy lover! Slow down ok, be sweeter ok\"\n\nAs they walk a half-orc woman walks by in the opposite direction and signs in thievecant. 'you are safe' to the rogue. \n\nKenelm receives 10 gold as extra payment for capturing a Sister. (and I will transfer 100 coins for this first run to you as you were the only player)" }, { "author": "blackbanzai", "message": "That was so much fun thank you" } ]	90.5	2,021
187.6	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Kaly Oakenfury", "message": "After the trio gathered the rest of their belongings, they headed northeast. They had discussed that Sihirisium was way too far away for their needs. Ducking below lilac branches, avoiding stepping on small woodland creatures, and even crossing paths with The Queen's Horse, they ventured out of the Lilac Forest.\n\nBright sunny skies with a cool spring breeze greeted the travelers. How lucky are we? Kaly thought to herself. The lush green pastures looked as if it were a sea of emeralds just waiting to be plucked. Dots of pinks, yellows, and oranges splattered amongst them. A running brook could be heard bubbling not very far from the group. \n\nContinuing down the Merchant's Road, they journeyed along the base of the most southern of the Southern mountains and followed it north to Millar Dale. Along the way, they saw picturesque waterfalls and witnessed gorgeous sunrises and sunsets. Turning to her counterparts, Kaly beamed and spoke, \"How lovely is this land? I have never been this far east before. But I may just settle here for good!\"\n\nAs the hours turned into days and the days into weeks, the pair finally approached the outskirts of the town. Even from here, the trio could hear the liveliness of the folk and the smell of good food cooking amongst the plethora of taverns. She stopped abruptly and turned to Felix and Jacquelyn.\n\n\"Before we enter, I think we should make a plan.\" She placed her gaze squarely on Jacquelyn. \"And an exit strategy in the event, you need a break from the overwhelming excitement. How does that sound?\" Her gaze bounced between Jacquelyn and Felix as she awaited their answers." }, { "author": "Felix", "message": "He looked in amazement at the city they were approaching. It was very homey.\n\"See, I've always loved Dwarves and halflings. I've always gotten along with them well, and their towns are just so full of hearth. This place is beautiful.\"\nHe looked inwards to the town, seeing if he could see any desirable food from where they stood, aswell as any hotel of sorts. He loved Dwarven food, and was praying he could find some here. \n\"Any exit strategy is up to you, Jacquelyn. Everyone here is out of our comfort zone atleast a little, but we've had some experience in towns enough to not be anxious, so I think it's best if you decide what to do if you get overwhelmed. Be quick about it though, as much as I love hunting for my own food, I've heard the food here is to travel for.\"\nHe was half-joking on the last bit. He was tired of starting fires for food and shelter, he isn't particularly used to using his magic." }, { "author": "Jacquelyn Sylvian", "message": "The moment she walked through the threshold to the city, her eyes lit up with a sparkle that's known for amazement. She had the biggest smile on her face. \"I really appreciate you guys taking me here. Thank you for looking out for me.\" She looked around at all the stalls and food. \"The food here all looks so good! I can't decide what to eat.\"" }, { "author": "Kaly Oakenfury", "message": "Looking at the stall with various foods and wares, she had to stop herself from bolting to the first one and spending all her coin. Instead, she turned to the group. \"Let's go find a stall with some breakfast patries, a table, and some chairs. From there we will make a plan for the rest of the day. I do have some tea mixtures and salves I want to sell today. Is there anything you'd like to do?\"\n\nShe began to weave through the stalls slowly. Following her nose, she found a stall that had chocolate covered pastries, hot chocolate, and coffee. \"How does this stall look? I'm assuming y'all don't have money, right?\"" }, { "author": "Felix", "message": "He looks around at all the stalls around him, extremely interested in all the food choices surrounding him as they walked through the town. He notices all the baked goods especially, and thinks of his sister\n\"My sister would love it here, she's a Huuuge Fan of baked what-nots.\"\n\nHe walks with Kaly until they get to the stall with the chocolate pastries, which caught his eye as well\n\"I had coin when I left for adventure, however I've lost most of it throughout the time I've been gone. I still have a small amount though.\"\nHe pulls out three (insert the currency used in this world, I seem to have forgotten)" } ]	147	938
67.08	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "A human man walked into a tavern. By all accounts, he was utterly average. There wasn't really much that stood out about him. Nothing apart of from the bags under his eyes and the white theater mask on his hip. As he entered he looked around and frowned. He seemed to be looking for someone, but he couldn't find them. He sat down at a table and ordered a pint to drown his sorrows.\n\n\"...Wait? Wait for what? For who? ...God I hate you.\"\n\nHe seemed to be talking to no one in particular. He took a big swig and sighed. Looking around again for someone who was supposedly supposed to stick out from the crowd of halfling and gnomes." }, { "author": "hungrycat0554", "message": "A sketchy looking man came in dragging a 25lb burlap sack. The man looked like he had gotten in quite the fight. He sat down at the bar and ordered himself a strong drink and 5 turkey legs. The sack started to move so the man promptly kicked it to make it stop." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Something clicked in Vern's mind. This was the guy. He was certainly... Interesting, to put it kindly. He walked up to the sketchy fellow and looked him up and down. He gestured to the sack.\n\n\"What's in the bag? Is it... Still alive or something?\"" }, { "author": "hungrycat0554", "message": "\"I caught a little vermin trying to pick pocket me... Good fur, I think I'm gonna get it skinned...\" The sack started to move again. He gave it another much harder kick. The sack started growing which earned it another kick." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern furrowed his brow. Everything suddenly making much more sense. Vern wasn't after this guy. He was after who was in the bag.\n\n\"Uh huh. That's very interesting. Hey could you look over there for a second? Someone is trying to get your attention.\"\n\nVern points over the man's shoulder then summons a dagger in his other hand, hiding it behind his back." }, { "author": "hungrycat0554", "message": "The bag suddenly ripped open and a hulking 8 foot beast emerged.\n\nThe beast roared angerly." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern blinked in surprise. This was not what he was expecting. He was expecting a kind of animal folk, not a beast. Still, he was in too deep. He might as well help the weird monster out.\n\n\"Shit.\"\n\nHe lashes out with the dagger, catching the sketchy man's arm. He then grabs the beasts... Paw, and pulls it out of the tavern.\n\n\"Relax, beast! I'm here to save you from being skinned! If you're smart, you'll come with me.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "The hunter howled in pain as they left. The beast thrashed about in panic and confusion as he was dragged out of the tavern. The hunter who had captured him came storming out of the tavern soon after angry and a little drunk with a sword in his good hand. The beast turned around to confront the hunter. The hunter charged at the beast and stabbed it in the shoulder." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern groans. He really didn't want to get into a fight. But, there isn't much of a choice if he wants to help out this poor creature.\n\n\"You need to learn to pick your battles!\"\n\nVern swings an empty hand at the hunter. Halfway into the swing, a longsword appears in his hand. The blade is moving far quicker than it should, with much more momentum. This blade rips into the hunter's shoulder, cleanly snapping one of his collar bones. Vern then kicks him over so he lands flat on his ass.\n\n\"Come on now, weird beast! Follow me and you won't get killed.\"\n\nVern backs up a few paces gesturing to the beast to follow him." }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "Nyxalor shambled after vern. He could hear guards start to gather at the tavern. The cowardly hunter claimed that a giant cat monster attacked him unprovoked. As they got further away more blood driped from his injured shoulder. He started to shrink back down to his normal 25lb size." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern looked at the shrinking beast. Well, not much of a beast anymore. More of a large cat. It was in a bad way, leaving a trail of blood.\n\n\"Hm. If you leave a blood trail, we'll get caught for sure. I'm going to pick you up and take get you out of the village. Then I'll patch up the wound.\"\n\nThis isn't a question, this is a statement. No room for arguments, though he isn't sure if this weird cat can even talk. Vern hoists the cat over his shoulder and speed walks out of the village, careful not to leave a blood trail behind." }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "Nyxalor was too weak to fight back anymore. The cat-kin went limp soon after he was hoisted up." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern carried them a good ways away from the village before setting them down in the grass, leaning them against a tree. He got a good look at the cat-folk's wound. Nothing he hadn't seen before on himself. He could patch this up.\n\n\"Hold still. If you struggle it'll just make this harder.\"\n\nHe reaches into his bag and pulls out a cloth, soaking it with water. He cleans the wound, then disinfects with a splash of alcohol. He quickly wraps up the wound with some gauze and sits back, giving the creature some space.\n\n\"You're lucky I get injured so often. I've had that exact kind of injury more times than I can count. So... What now? Can you talk? Some thanks would be in order, you know.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "Nyxalor tried to figure out his words. He knew how to speak but he was still very stunned and groggy from the blood loss. \n\"Th-Thank-Y-you...\" He squeaked." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern raises his eyebrows. It can speak. Relatively surprising. This would make things much easier.\n\n\"You got a name? I'm Vern. Vern Enthid.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "\"N-Nyxalor...\" His ears twitched as he heard the guards approaching nearby. \"The blood trail leads this way...\"\n \"I got the beast in the shoulder with my sword. Make sure you leave it's pelt mostly intact when you catch it...\"" }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern sighs and closes his eye in frustration. He stands up and turns towards the people approaching the two of them. He turns back to Nyxalor.\n\n\"A pleasure to meet you. I'm going to try and kill these guys. You try not to draw any attention.\"\n\nVern summons a crossbow and nocks an arrow, then disappears into the surrounding trees. There is a 'Thwip!' Sound and a cry of pain as one of the hunters goes down." }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "Nyxalor panicked and ventured into the forest to hide. He found a hollow tree and curled up inside it." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Its silent for a moment before there is a sound of brief conflict. A few slashes, a muffled cry, then nothing. Vern walks back into view, a cut across his face but otherwise no worse for wear.\n\n\"They're dead. You can come out now.\"\n\nHe's looking around, unable to determine where Nyxalor hid himself." }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "Nyxalor cautiously stepped out of the tree. He was shaking and unable to calm down. \"I'm sorry for being so much trouble...\"" }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern shrugs. Then touches his face to rub something off, it's only then does he realize he actually got cut. He grumbles something about bad luck then wipes the wound clean.\n\n\"Eh, don't worry about it. It happens. I would have helped you out, even if I hadn't been forced too.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "\"I owe you my life, thankyou...\" The cat-kin bowed his head." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern looked uncomfortable at the cat-kin's reverence.\n\n\"You don't owe me anything. Like I said, don't worry about it. Look if you really wanna pay me back, I do have some questions I'd like you to answer.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "\"Questions? Sure what would you like to know?\"" }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "\"Firstly, what are you? I've seen cat-folk before, but none that could transform.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "Nyxalor's face turned melancholy. \"It's a long story... I used to be human... I was turned out onto the streets by my abusive father and I got desperate for money... I robbed someone who turned out to be a powerful witch. She turned me into this and when I attacked her she cursed me with the beast form... I tried to go back to my father and he put me in a sack and you know the rest...\"" }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern whistles low and his eyebrows raise up. He grimaces, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. That was certainly quite a dramatic story.\n\n\"Shit, that was your dad? I thought my situation was bad. Looks like we are kindred spirits eh? I'm cursed too.\"\n\nHe raps his knuckles against the mask that lay on his hip." }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "\"Well... At least I don't have to deal with my abusive dad anymore... What does your curse do?\"" }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern sits down and sighs.\n\n\"Well, firstly, I can't feel pain. At all. You'd think it'd be nice. But I have no idea when I'm actually injured. Second, the being who cursed me kinda... Owns my soul. They tell me what to do and where to go. Mostly communicating through dreams. But sometimes...\"\n\nHe holds up the mask. It's a stark white grinning theater mask.\n\n\"It uses the mask. Whispering in my ear, or taking control of me completely. Cant say I'm a fan. But there's nothing I can do about it.\"\n\nHe shrugs." }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "\"That sounds horrible! Hopefully it doesn't decide to kill me...\" Nyxalor glanced wearily at the mask. He avoided any eye contact with the unsettling mask unsure if it could see him." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern actually laughed at this. Chuckling lightly before shaking his head.\n\n\"It doesn't kill. Apparently it's looking for stories. That's what it uses me for. It sends me out to where it thinks I'll find interesting people or places. I talk to them, fight them, travel with them, whatever. Apparently that's enough. That's all it cares about.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "\"Sometimes my beast mode kills people... I sometimes wakeup covered in blood, later I hear stories about a monster feeding on innocent humans in the night. I'm pretty sure the monster they're talking about is me...\"" }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern sighs and nods.\n\n\"Curses, huh? Yeah they sucks. Wish I could help you, but I don't even know how to help myself. If I were you I'd just move out to the woods and get away from any people.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "\"I've tried that but hunters keep trying to seek out my head so I'm constantly on the move... I've racked up a huge bounty because I end up killing every hunter that comes after me...\"" }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "\"Damn. That's actually pretty impressive. Well, I'm sure you'll figure something out eventually. I promise I won't try and turn you in though. I've got no use for money.\"\n\nVern looked up at the sky and sighed. He pushed himself to his feet and held out a hand to Nyxalor.\n\n\"We need to find shelter. I can make something to keep us dry for a short time, but we need an actual building to take cover in.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "Nyxalor cautiously took his hand. At that moment a bolt of lightning struck nearby causing the ground to shake. This spooked Nyxalor who quickly yanked his hand back to avoid accidentally clawing up Vern's hand with a partially transformed monster paw." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern jumped back and raised his hands slightly.\n\n\"Okay, we need to hurry, I'd rather not get struck by lightning.\"" }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "As they ran along in the rain Nyxalor started to smell smoke nearby. His ears perked up when he heard screaming in the same direction. Nyxalor transformed and sped up ahead." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern looked after Nyxalor, he turned to try and follow him. However, Vern was still just a man, he could keep up with this beastial fellow.\n\n\"Wait, you're leavin' me behind!\"" }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "Nyxalor reached a two story cottage on fire. He could hear someone screaming inside. He rushed over and started forcing his way in." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern hesitated on the precipice on the burning building. Then he remembers that he can't feel pain, so he might as help.\n\n\"I'm coming in as well! Don't burn to death!\"" }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "Inside the house a man lay unconscious facedown at a table, untouched by the flames. Upstairs, Nyxalor's ears caught the sound of someone crying. He swiftly ascended a broken staircase, barely reaching the top before it collapsed. \"Is anyone up here? Call out so I can find you!\" He urged. *\"H-HELP!!!\"* A child's frightened voice rang through the roaring blaze." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern walks over and picks up the unconscious man, dragging him out of the burning house.\n\n\"Nyxalor? You okay in there?\"" }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "Inside the blazing house, Nyxalor was trapped upstairs, his fur singed, each breath a struggle against the stifling heat. He managed to reply in rasps to Vern's distant call, \"I'm... Okay,\" Weariness and tension in his voice. Determined to save the child, he pressed on, navigating debris and chaos until he found her hidden beneath a bed. His feline appearance surprised her amidst the flames, and she let out a startled cry, \"AH! MONSTER!\" Fear trembled in her voice as the fiery tumult continued.\n\nAfter some time Nyxalor tumbled out the upstairs window shielding the child with his beast form. A fiery explosion trailed behind them as the house collapsed into burning rubble" }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern stands there stunned. He walks over to Nyxalor.\n\n\"That was insane... Why did it explode? That was a pretty big fall, are you alright? Burnt anywhere?\"" }, { "author": "Nyxalor", "message": "Nyxalor rolled into his side with an exhausted sigh. The girl ran to her father. The cat boy shifted to his basic form. His matted fur was caked in blood mood and soot. He was too exhausted and in shock to speak. He still couldn't believe he was still alive." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern walked over to him and gave him a look.\n\n\"You're insane. But you're a hero, I guess. Congrats? Come on, this place should have somewhere we can use to get away from the rain.\"\n\nHe holds out a hand to Nyxalor. Still baffled at how quickly things are moving. How's this for a story..." }, { "author": "hungrycat0554", "message": "Nyxalor looked like a drowned rat as he pulled himself out of the mud. He took Vern's hand with a muddy paw. \"S-sorry about the mess\" The little girl ran up and tugged on his tail. Nyxalor turned around in surprise. \"Thankyou for saving me Mr. Monster! I'm gonna tell my friends about you!\" She then ran back to her father. The stimulation overload from everything that happened to him that day soon hit Nyxalor like a horse. Nyxalor blacked out." }, { "author": "Vern Enthid", "message": "Vern blinked at the fallen beast folk. He looked around, baffled. I mean, he saved a guy too! Where was his thanks? His gaze returned to Nyxalor. With a sigh and a groan he picked him up and slung him over his shoulder.\n\n\"When you wake up, you owe me, you hear?\"\n\nHe stalked over to an inn, with Nyxalor's heroics he was able to unconsciously score the two of them a pair of room. Vern set him down in his bed and turned to leave, ready to turn in for the night after the insanity that made up his day." }, { "author": "hungrycat0554", "message": "As time elapsed, the house had been reduced to nothing but ashes. The father and daughter were relieved after surviving the ordeal. The father sadly sifted through the remnants of his home. Among the debris, he uncovered a small black chest and carefully dusted it off, its significance would be revealed later..." } ]	58	3,354
152.358974	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Acting Mask", "message": "A fair number of locals from the main festival had chosen to gather themselves just outside of town, nearest to the various hills that had been decorated and set up for the Wine Barrel Race - those planning to take part in the racer itself were asked to head up to the starting line. There each contender would be given a well made empty barrel that matched their overall size or height.\n\nWhile all were getting ready for the race, Madame Yenasha would be taking her place upon the stage - a nearby mage would cast a spell that made her voice reach out more than normal. As if she were speaking into a tunnel, she would clear up her voice before beginning to speak." }, { "author": "degMadame Yenashadeg", "message": "\"Warmest spring greetings to all of Miller Dale, I'm Madame Yenasha and I've been asked to host this first game of the Dawning Festival, the Wine Barrel Race!\" She called, of which got the crowd that had gathered cheering, she motioned their gazes upwards to the hill tops where the starting line was.\n\n\"We've got a few contenders for this race all, each one will have to roll their given barrel down the bumpy hills all the way to the bottom - as for how they'll drive their barrel, that will be up to the contender! Will some play it safe or be true daredevils?\"\n\nThe race would begin once the contenders at the top of the hill were all lined up and ready to go." }, { "author": "Marshal", "message": "Marshal limbers up, he looks over to Sati and blows a kiss \"Ready to eat my dust?\"" }, { "author": "Liber Gauss", "message": "\"Oh a race! I'm in!!\"\n\nLiber goes through the crowd up to the stage\n\n\"How can I join?\" They say, smiling out of exitement" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC would trot up to the starting line. By now, she would have changed into more typical 'adventurewear' that could take a beating if she took a tumble while steering her barrel, and she would have tied her poofy, curly, shiny hair back into a somehow even poofier pony tail. She unwrapped her whip and limbered it up, then struck a show-offy, prima-donna-ish pose for the crowd!\n\"Here I am, y'all! Let's win this thing!\" \n— — —" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"This is going to be interesting.\n\nSeverus got ready at the starting line why his eyes locked on his barrel. He glanced quickly at the other contestants, they were all promising. However, Severus got a good plan in my,* \"Play dare...\" He slightly chuckled. He shook his wrists and his feet's tips slightly drilled the soft dirt ground. How did he even get there without causing anyone to panic? Such a mystery." }, { "author": "Vasati Zyllana", "message": "She chuckled at Marshal's teasing as she stretched in front of the starting line, \"Don't get too cocky,\" She said. \"I'm not the only one you need to beat,\" She added, playfully sticking a tongue out at him." }, { "author": "degMadame Yenashadeg", "message": "The stage and crew with Yenasha had gotten the signal that the contenders had all arrived and were ready, so Yenasha cleared up her voice \"The racers are ready and at the starting line, so lets get rolling!\"\n\n\"Racers to your barrels!\" She shouted, her voice carried by the spell - a flag holder nearby would steady their grip on the flag.\n\n\"On your marks... Get set...\" She paused for just a wee moment, before shouting \"GO!\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus had always been a formidable warrior, having faced countless challenges on the battlefield... Or silly encounters. But nothing could have prepared him for the challenge of rolling a wine barrel down a hill.\n\nHe had impressive skills, but was still a mere mortal... Actually Undead was more accurate... Sometimes he would be caught off guard. Such was the case during a wine barrel rolling race he had entered at the local fair. At the top of a hill, ready to roll the massive wooden barrel down the incline. He had expected the barrel to be heavy, but the sheer mass of it took him by surprise, and he struggled to push it forward.\n\nSuddenly, the barrel broke free, and it began to roll down the hill, picking up speed as it went. Severus was stunned as he was frozen in ice for a moment. Precisely! He had not anticipated the weight or momentum of the large container, and he was having trouble keeping pace with it. He tried to run alongside the barrel, but his heavy armor was slowing him down. He could feel his muscles bulging with the strain of chasing after the runaway container. The precious heritage of him was quickly burning like someone's money pouring out of their pocket. A second passed and he would use more than '3 second' of life energy... Even though he did not feel tired, he felt sorry for his precious life-energy being used for something like this. Therefore, it would not go in vain.\n\n\"Stop it! You barrel!\"\n\nHe shouted and chased after the running away wooden barrel, with a hope that he could catch it. It was mindless. It would not listen to him. How could a barrel answer? \"Barrel barrel\"? If it cried like that, it would be ridiculous...\n\nHe did not even have time to check other contestants' condition as his was worse than anyone could imagine. Suddenly, the barrel made a booming sound and jumped into the sky. It hit a small rock. The barrel somehow survived but not for the Knight chasing after it. That small rock was rock at its job stopping running people. He was not an exception. With a familiar loud crash, the barrel landed safely and so did Severus. He rolled down the hill like a sturdy wooden wine barrel reinforced entirely with metal. If he were human, he would probably have become a Crushed Meat Knight..." }, { "author": "Vasati Zyllana", "message": "As Vasati heard the announcer call out that they should get ready, she leaned forward into a running stance, planted her feet and held her hands up in front of the barrel. She was careful not to touch it so she wouldn't be disqualified. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Marshal getting ready as well, and she sent a quick wink his way. \n\nThe moment she heard the announcer yell \"Go,' she placed her hands on the barrel and pushed. It was heavier than she had expected, but before long, she was able to push it from it's perch, and over the side of the hill. \n\nAs it rolled down, she sprinted after it, not wanting to lose control over it. However to her dismay, just a few steps after setting off, the barrel was redirected toward one of the makeshift barriers on the hill. She ran after it, hoping to get to it before it lodged itself against the barrier, but she was too late. \n\nShe groaned in annoyance as she reached the stuck barrel, and circled it so she would be able to push it off the barrier. It took quite a bit of effort to get it unstuck. Once it was, she scanned it to check for any breaks or nicks that might have rendered it unusable. However, luckily she found none. \n\nSo she carefully repositioned it at an angle that would take it back toward the finish line and gave it a firm push." }, { "author": "Marshall", "message": "On Yenasha's mark Marshal started rolling forward before hopping on top of the barrel, starting off as I light jog down the hill. He wobbles a little when he encounters a patch of gravel \"Fuck Marshall why did you get cocky!?\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC crouched in a three-point stance, her magical whip Ecki* Held in her other hand, back and away and ready to 'attack' her barrel. She glanced each way, back and forth, eyeing up her opposition. What a widely-varying crew there was! But, she would be victorious. Strategy was just as important as size, strength, or speed after all!\n\nThen the event organizer shouted GO And AC flipped forward then off of a handspring launched her whole weight boots first at her barrel to send it on its way! \nShe raced after it, flicking out her whip to steer it this way and that, ... The problem with this is, now and then, it's hard to see around the barrel at the path ahead. And thus, our hero AC didn't see a rock in the path juuust big enough to send the barrel careening in a new direction, but not big enough for AC to see!\n\"Aw hells!\" She sprinted to catch up! ... And caught up juuust in time for the barrel to hit another rock, bounce off of That! ... But this also slowed it up enough so that it caught up against a rock just big enough to ... Stop it.\n\"Well \|\|bleep bleep bleeeeep\|\|!!!\" AC cursed loudly.\nShe stepped around to see what the barrel was lodged up against — a rock that wasn't that large, but sheer bad luck had already slowed down her barrel so that circumstance had it on a downard arc on a bounce when it seized up against it.\nGrumbling and shaking her head, she took a few seconds to consider her options as she watched the other competitors pass her by.\n\"Son of a ...\" And she ducked down and gave the barrel another good hard kick to knock it over the rock, and onward it resumed its bouncing down the hill, AC charging after!\n— — —" }, { "author": "Liber Gauss", "message": "As soon as they heard the call out, Liber pushed the barrel with all of their strengh. \n\n\"Damn that's a huge barrel. Whaddya guys stuff in those?\" \n\nGrowling, they pushed and pushed! The barrel is going quite fast, thanks to a slope that's speeding it up but Liber manages to control the speed of the barrel quite effectively\n\n\"Thank the gods it's manageable.\" They thought, while they keep pushing their barrel towards the finish line." }, { "author": "degMadame Yenashadeg", "message": "\"Well folks looks like we have some of our racers off to a fine head start, while others are a bit more rocky!\" She stated, watching the racers ride or guide their barrels through the track.\n\n\"But they'll still got a ways to go, watch out for those twists and bends racers!\" The observing crowd would cheer loudly, many children watching in delight at the race. Let's see how the next bit of the race shall go, still have a ways to go before one reaches the finish line!" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "The terrible scene of the Knight rolling in madness down the hill was horrifying. Those who were observing him would gasp in awe. On the other hand, the barrel gained speed and on it own went on an unpredictable and chaotic ride down the hill. But Severus was a knight through and through, and he refused to be bested by a mere inanimate object.\n\nWith a determined grimace, Severus pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, his body straining under the weight of his armour. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come, and then launched himself upward into the air. For a brief moment, it seemed as if time had slowed down, and Severus hovered in the air, suspended between earth and sky...\n\nBut then, with a powerful twist of his torso, Severus sent his body spinning and somersaulting through the air, catching the attention of the shocked onlookers. They gasped, not having expected such a feat from such a heavily armoured warrior.\n\nAs Severus reached the apex of his jump, he extended his arms, his metal-clad hands reaching for the sky. With a final twist of his body, Severus landed on his feet with a resounding \"Bang,\" Sending a shockwave through the ground. His footprint printed deep in the Earth's mantle... Thought the ground did not shake like maniac. It was the infamous ground anyways.\n\nThe observers were stunned, their applause mingling with the echoes of Severus' impressive jump. But it was not over yet. Severus pushed himself up to his feet and smirked, his armour creaking and groaning under the weight. The race was not yet won, and Severus was determined to catch up with the runaway barrel.\n\nWith a determined stride, Severus set off after the barrel once again, his armour clanking with every step. But with his impressive jump, Severus had proven that he was not to be underestimated. Those flaming eyes were locked on the rolling barrel. It was like that he wanted to burn the barrel to ash, though it was his objective to win.\n\nAhead of the uneven path was gravel and some maleficent sand pits waiting for the barrels and its head-knight. Coincidentally, there was someone just happened to run at the very same speed as him and they were obviously next to each other.* \|\| \n\n\"Hey there!\" In a hurry, he shouted, he was not showing any sight of fatigue or exhausted after a great fall after all.\n\n\"Seems like you got a Horse To catch,\" He gave her a two-finger salute before getting ready to deal with the rough pathway incoming." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "As AC dashed after her barrel, cracking her whip this way and that to steer her barrel, it bounced along nearer one of the other competitors and his barrel!\nShe glowered a moment as he showed off...\n\n. O O ( yeah, well ... A good thing I didn't. I would have landed on my face when we hit those rocks. High reward if it worked, but high risk if it hadn't. ) \nShe sprinted to catch up to her barrel, and she cracked her whip back and forth to steer it, a look of determined concentration on her face as her barrel bounced and rattled up alongside Severus'.\nShe glanced sidelong at him and his barrel for a moment,\n\nThen he spoke to her and she nodded a bit at his words, still trying to keep most of her attention on their barrels, snapping her whip here and there to make sure they don't collide or glance off of each other or something.* \n\"I do, I Do!\" \nHer eyes sharpened a moment as AC briefly considered shenanigans ... But after a second or two of consideration ... She just couldn't do it. Instead, she leapt up and spun with a flourish to deliver a harder crack of her whip at the barrel to try to speed it up! \"Let's go, Ecki!\" She called to her whip, trying to pick up the pace!" }, { "author": "Marshall", "message": "Now the gravel was out of the way Marshal picked up the pace as he glided down the hill, always half way done he was feeling motivated, his head turned to Vasati for a brief moment to see she was pulling out of the race, knowing we wasn't gonna stop this barrel now he nodded to her and kept going. As he passed the competition he looked at them smugly, noticing he was getting under this curly haired woman's skin \"How the fuck am I doing this? I gotta focus or I'll be eating the dirt\" He thought to himself, trying not to panic and stay calm" }, { "author": "Liber Gauss", "message": "As fellow contestants tried and tried to overtake Liber, THEY WAS TOO FAST BABY!!* Mustering all of their strength, they pushed and pushed the barrel as fast as they could, minding the bumps and turns. At one point they thought they were about to fall because of a pothole, but guess what? __IT AINT NO COOKING SHOW! It's a RACE!__\n\n\"Gadem. I'm strong.\" They thought, shocked about their own performance, pushing the barrel further and further. But lo and behold, they can win! They turned around and grinned at the other contestants. They yelled:\n\n \"Ayo, you slow-asses need to keep up! I'm almost bored, when would y'all speed up a bit? Entertain me, I don't know, do something, don't leave me up here, on top, challenge me!\" \n\n\"God I hope they will.\" They thought to themselves. With an ever bigger grin on their faces, they focus on the race.\n\n\"Let's go baby, the only place you can have now, tis the first one, ye ain't no looser.\" They whispered to themselves." }, { "author": "degMadame Yenashadeg", "message": "\"Well isn't this something! We've got at least two racers neck and neck, and second place is likely gaining on first place!\"\n\nThe crowd was really getting worked up, some were cheering for certain racers while Yenasha and others on the sage used small spyglasses to get a close up on certain parts of the track. All four were certainly picking up speed, while the 5th racer seemed to have swiftly dropped out to some disappointment." }, { "author": "Marshall", "message": "Marshal steadily kept up and going faster down the hill, he could see the fast approaching sandpits and was faced with an option, he decided to speed up and hope he can catch a lip of the ground to fly right over the sand, hoping he doesn't fall in the process. The wind in the face and the adrenaline running through his veins made him feel more alive than ever" }, { "author": "Liber Gauss", "message": "Seeing the other contestants speeding up, Liber laughs out of excitement\n\n\"Let's go! You lots do have sum' fighting spirit after all! Maybe this race won't be as boring as I've thought~~\"\n\nThey steadily anchor their feet to the ground, and gain speed, minding the bumps and turns, still laughing" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC couldn't help but grin cockily back at the 'heavy metal man' as she finally got her barrel on a straightaway and started to speed up\n\"Hells yeah! Let's go!\" \nHer golden-amber curls bounced behind her as she cracked the barrel a few more times with her whip to get it rolling even faster, near to sprinting now to keep up with it, snapping her whip on each end of the barrel to steer it away from bumps and rocks.\n\"Good thing I had that extra cuppa coffee this mornin'!\"" }, { "author": "'Ecki', the Echidna-tail", "message": "\"Look boss, we're catching up with those people in the lead!\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "\"... How's that one guy not fallen off that barrel yet?\" She giggled as she eyed the other two competitors ahead of her, and tried to give her barrel another boost!\n— — —" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "In the meantime, Severus smirked and was ready for an epic moment that would make the townfolks drop the jaws. A scene that they would never be able to witness once again. A legend would be cre-...\n\n\"What on earth...\"\n\nSeverus stood there, frozen in place, watching the barrel rolling away and away from him. He did not expect that these sandpit would react so weirdly. With an unbelieving laugh, he stood there awkwardly.\n\nHis head turned at the sky, his eyes wide as he stared up at the bright blue sky. He was speechless, his mind too busy trying to process what had just happened for him to form any coherent thoughts...\n\nSlowly, he sat up, looking around him. He was alone, in the middle of nowhere, and utterly confused. It was then that he realized that he had to figure out a way out of this mess himself, but he was completely at a loss as to how to go about it. No... None of these things were real. He was lost in his own fantasy, his own world of dim memory. It was too dim and blurry.\n\nAfter what felt like eternity, the Dark Knight himself standing in the middle of a vast emptiness. It was nonger a dim and dark corridor. There was nothing but sand and sky around him, and the only sound was the occasional gust of wind that rustled the sand at his feet. He felt a sense of unease... When he looked around, trying to get his bearings, but there was nothing to see. He was alone, with nothing to do and nowhere to go. And yet, he felt a strange sense of purpose, like something was calling him forward, even though there was nothing ahead. The longer he stood there, the more he felt a pull, like there was something ahead of him that he had to reach. Then... Confidently, he took a step forward, then another, and another, but the landscape remained the same. The only sign that he was moving was the crunching of the sand beneath his feet. It was as if he was walking in place, but somehow, it felt like that he was getting closer to something. \n\nHe continued on, feeling both strange and curious, until finally, he saw a light in the distance. It was faint at first, but as he drew closer, it grew brighter and more intense, until he could see a figure standing in the light, beckoning him closer.\n\nHe approached, feeling a sense of awe and reverence, as if he was seeing something that was beyond his understanding. The figure turned to him, and he saw that it was himself, standing tall and proud, with a sense of purpose and determination about him. The armour was shining as crystal under sunlight. Beautiful and generous... Unlike the real himself... Clad in darkness, blood and occasionally... Departed beings' souls. There were also something different in that other Severus... The weapons, they were shiny and bright. Even the sword Filthy Darkness was also emitting a beautiful light. A really welcoming sense coming from it. Besides the Waterfall Odachi and the Thornedheart Rapier flying around, there were also several different weapons... All covered in crystal light and the materials were diamond-like.\n\nAnd then, just like that, the figure disappeared, and Severus was alone in the vast emptiness again. He was left with a sense of longing, like he had seen something beyond his comprehension, and yet, he felt like he had somehow grown from the experience. He couldn't observe and examine everything the Shiny Severus had... There were too many things. The Dark Knight stood there for a long time, contemplating what he had seen, and wondering what it all meant. In the end, he wasn't sure, but he felt like he had been blessed with a glimpse of something beyond the limitations of his understanding, and he was grateful for it...\n\nThe Dark Knight was quickly pulled back to reality by the noises of the townfolks cheering at the fastest runner. He left a sigh and a dry laugh, unable to comprehend what just happened. With a quick and forceful push on the ground with two hands, he roared noisily like a tiger trying to escape from the oppression of the bison. The sound didn't sound like tiger though. Fortunately, he could finally get back to the ground, his barrel without his control had already got stuck between two large stones. With a rush toward the barrel, he quickly got to position to push the barrel away from the stones back to its track... The race was not over yet! It was not the end." }, { "author": "degMadame Yenashadeg", "message": "\"Doesn't seem like postions have changed much, our leading racers are clearly trying to overcome each other - but that third racer is starting to gain on their tail!\" She'd remark, using her spyglass to get a closer view on all the racers. She did notice the 4th racer seemed to almost pause, arching a brow before he seemed to come out of his daze and was quickly trying to get back into the race.\n\n\"Its likely to be very close folks, hopefully you all made reasonable bets or none at all!\" Some in the crowd started laughing while a few sweated a tad." }, { "author": "Marshall", "message": "Marshal was neck and neck with this racer as the finish line was fast approaching, as racers got to the sandpit Marshal guided it to a small lip in the ground, he braced himself before going over the pits and landing with a thud and him almost falling off, the barrel gave way and splintered little but was still going, seemingly the last of the obstacles was behind him and was a final sprint to the finish line, Marshal was dripping with sweat and his hair was all frizzled but he didn't let it bother him, however he was getting concerned how this thing was meant to stop, it's like a runaway boulder" }, { "author": "Liber Gauss", "message": "Liber sprinted towards the finish line, pushing their barrel, pushing themselves to their limits!* \n\n\"Damn I need to get faster\" They thought, racing towards the finish line.\n\nTurning their face towards the contestants, they see them keep up, and, even better! One guy was even next to him!\n\nLiber chuckled\n\n\"Gadem lad! You managed to keep up! What's your name?\" Smirking at the guy" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "\"Dammit! Ecki, we have to somehow pick up the pace!\"" }, { "author": "'Ecki', the Echidna-tail", "message": "\"Don't know what to tell ya, boss! As, other than cheating somehow, we more could we do?\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "\"Yeah, yeah, I know... Maybe we — ah hells, watch out for the sandpits!\"\nWhat she hoped were were last obstacles were looming before them! But, AC scouted out a narrow path and cracked her whip to carefully steer the barrel past the yawning maws of sand that would bog down her barrel just as she was ...\n\"We're gaining, Ecki!\"" }, { "author": "'Ecki', the Echidna-tail", "message": "\"Yeah, but not enough!\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "She whirled and cracked the whip at her barrel, and sprinted after the two competitors ahead of her!\n— — —" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus was running again to keep up with the competitors. But suddenly, the barrel disappeared for no reason. He was quite shock of whag seeing happen, but did not know the somehow there was a hole which was completely fit for the barrel. Trying to check the situation, he didn't expect himself to fall into a hole again like the barrel. He was brought back to the Realm of Memory again... What...\n\nSkipped all the remembering things and flashback things. Skipped all!\n\n\"Ah...\"\n\nAh... Yes he got to get back quickly... But first he would have to get himself and the barrel out of the holes first." }, { "author": "degMadame Yenashadeg", "message": "\"And here come the racers towards the finishing line, who will take the lead folks?\" She called, watching as best she could along with other locals that were acting as judges for the race. It looked like the leading two racers were nearly neck and neck - but whom would be crossing the line first?\"" }, { "author": "Marshall", "message": "As Marshal had victory just in reach we turn his head to Sati in the crowd and blew a kiss as he crossed the finish line and very quickly jumped off the barrel before it crashed into a Barrier, just about sticking the landing \|\|(Rolled a 12/20)\|\|. Marshal was elated at his \"Supposed win\", all his years running across the Cretaine rooftops paid off for him today. However, his victory was short lived as she heard this woman behind her celebrating also, knowing he secured 1st he turn around and walked up to the woman and offered a hand out \"Great job in second, you came out of no where. That race is no easy feat\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC eyed Marshall while sticking her own victory pose, hair fluffing, whip in a dramatic pose behind her... And looked rather skeptical at her assertion.\n\"What? Heck no! You must have been too focused on showing off to notice my amazing, dramatic catching up in the final seconds! I Got first! They all saw it!\" She waved with a stage-worthy flourish to the crowd, cheering for ... Who? Some were shouting Marshall's name, some AC's!\n\"Seems half the crowd wasn't looking close enough!\"\nShe raised her voice, ready to work that crowd. She would put all of her tavern-stage-trodding, street corner manipulating skillz-with-a-z into this!\n\"C'mon, y'all! Who do you love!\" \n... And half the crowd kept cheering the wrong person!\n\"Well, hells!\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus was still running but could not make it in time. Easily taking the Final* Place, he felt a bit disappointed. The feeling would cease to exist just a moment later." }, { "author": "Marshall", "message": "\"Too focused on showing off? Speak for yourself and your egocentric act\" Marshal couldn't help but crack a smile and snicker at this woman's... Display?* \"It's like watching the Wednesday theatre back in Cretaine\" He leans down closer to her and whispers \"I know your type, does loosing bruise your ego that much? You're not the centre of attention\" He stands up and smirks \n\nMarshal wasn't interested in beckoning the crowd, he'd had his fill of that for one day, he turning his attention to the judges \"Madam... Yenasha? Was it? What say you?\"" } ]	101	5,942
156.584615	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Acting Mask", "message": "To any would be folks that were arriving in the free city of Miller Dale, one would be met with all manner of festive sights and sounds - for though last years Dawning Festival had been met with such trouble by the Ironhammer Dwarves, the city was saved by a group of would-be defenders. Many had worried another festival wouldn't be held, but the fine Mayor was determined to not let things just pass as they would have.\n\nOne would dare say this Dawning Festival was far more grandiose than past festivals, a notable thing that stuck out was the man extra mercenaries and guards patrolling about - no one wished to have a replay of last years events.\n\nThe whole city was decorated to welcome the coming of springs, various merchants had traveled to bring their wares, while the locals were selling all manner of foods, and treats - also one couldn't forget about the ever flowing barrels of ale, beer, meed, and the finest wine!\n\nIt was likely the Mayor himself was to hold an opening speech for the festival, but no one was certain when that would be - for visitors or locals that needed a break from the busy streets full of festive folk, they could easily visit or for a drink and space to themselves. Though even these locations might be a bit more busy than the norm.\n\nSo what are you all waiting for, come and join the Dawning Festival - and while some say keep your eyes to the skies in the case of a dragon; none here can't claim such promises!" }, { "author": "Captain Hawks", "message": "Amanda had taken the day off from her regular post to come and be at the festival. While still in uniform she was making it evident she was here to have fun and leaving the policing to the local authorities, keeping her ammo from her weapon and had it wrapped in a bag as to keep the vibe wholesome\n\nShe started off her day by browsing the stalls, mingling with the local farmers" }, { "author": "degMadame Yenashadeg", "message": "As she had stated in her own newspaper, Yenasha had arrived at Miller Dale some days prior to the opening of the festival itself - she had been asked by the festival planners to play the hostess for one of their upcoming games.\n\nNaturally the Madame agreed, looking forward to the event itself - but until then Yenasha strolled about the various market stalls with two of her private body guards, she had in fact invited out most of her staff and they were off in different parts of the city enjoying themselves. Twirling her shaded parasol, Yenasha hummed to the cheery music of the various bards and musicians that played about.* \n\n\"Truly a delightful event, must say the Mayor and the people of Miller Dale really have outdone themselves\" She remarked, taking notice of the various colorful banners, a few waved in the wind and some looked to be in the shape of a dragon or two. Yenasha herself was even hoping to meet with one of the famed Defenders of the city - but she hadn't heard if any where attending." }, { "author": "'Necrosis'", "message": "'Necrosis,' a high elf, was a newcomer to the area. She had the tendency to travel and explore, as this was what she did for most of her life. She had planned to continue to seek further access to the Sihirisium college, but decided to take a break. There was a time for work and studying, and there were times to play. She very much wanted to play now.\n\n\nNormally she would be donning sagely looking dark robes, she at this moment she chose to adorn herself with another obsidian designed garment for the occasion. She also sported fine golden and onyx jewelry that embraced her slender neck and her elongated elvish ears.\n\n\nHer gilded colored eyes glittered as she spotted a booth with a variety of fans and potentially parasols to sell. She begun to meander in this direction." }, { "author": "Everett Glade", "message": "~A light skinned individual entered the city, adorning a brown cloak that doesn't really hide much, except his antlers and leaf hair. Off behind him is a potted bush, using a group of 4 roots to walk, making sure to avoid other's feet. A waterskin is visible, a simple leather one, capped with a greenish cork, an identifier. His hands are kept to his side, as he looks around, eyes with a bit of wonder.\n\nHe took this festival as a vacation from classes and an opportunity to explore the civilized world. The crowds are overbearing, and the monetary system is sometimes confusing. But he looks around, eyeing a booth to the side selling some fruit. He jaunts over carefully with the bush, and purchases 3 apples. He places two on his bush for later, and munched on the other, enjoying the sweetness and the juicy factors. He wanders through the crowd, with quick glances back, making sure his bush doesn't get harmed, crushed, lost or anything.~" }, { "author": "'Necrosis'", "message": "The elf eventually arrived at the booth, which was selling a variety of accessories which seemed to cater to the feminine crowds. Her obsidian painted lips pressed together as she contemplated the selection. She wanted a folding fan that had embroidery of flowers. There were MANY on display in various designs and colors.\n\n\nHer silky accent, akin very much to Russian, betrayed her presence to the stallkeeper,* \"Do you have any dark colored fans that I may look at?\" \n\n\nThe stallkeeper, a comely looking woman, responded in an upbeat inflection of her tone, \"Oh well, I am afraid I didn't bring as many of those shades. I packed mostly spring themed colors. I do have a lovely range of pastels you could consider—\"\n\n\nNecrosis' lips curved patiently, her exotic voice rolling in its rich accent , \"I verrryy much fancy black, in all honesty. Pastel doesn't really... Suit my tastes.\" \n\n\nAnd then she turns towards Amanda, a stranger to her, and points out the selection of folding fans on display at a stall. The elf asks with mild curiosity, What color would you pick for a folding fan?\"" }, { "author": "Mayor Podrick Thistlefoot", "message": "The past year had not done wonders for Podrick Thistlefoot, the little mayor of Miller Dale. He had barely survived the previous festival, and while he had insisted that, yes, Miller Dale would Of course Have the annual celebration, this year would naturally be different. \n\nThe Firebeard contingent of dwarven maidens from Rouguemount in the the little mayor Voldur Peaks had arrived only the night before, but instead of it being the celebratory kick-off of the festival, their arrival had been in secret, and few had actually witnessed their coming. Podrick had opened the city's purse strings for more than food, drink, and decorations this year, making hefty \"Donations\" To the Horseshoe to ensure that veteran mercenaries lingered at key locations around town. \n\nAnd despite all of that, as he exited his lavish office in the company of a fiery-haired dwarven maiden today, the halfling mayor found himself filled with trepidation, his eyes darting to and fro as he led the way down the street, searching for signs of the Ironhammers to renew their attacks of the previous year, but as he reached the square were the bulk of the celebration, there were only the expectant faces of the festival attendees, dwarven, elven, human, and other races, smiling and peaceful. \n\nThe podium was established just as the year before, complete with the little set of stairs behind it for the halfling mayor to climb up to stand, and he cleared his throat as he smiled out to the masses. \"Uh... Hello... Hello good people of Miller Dale,\" He bid them in an almost apologetic tone. \"As you can see, there is no cause for alarm... We have added extra protection... And as you can also see..\" He turned to gesture to the young female dwarf standing to his right. \"The dwarven maidens from the Firebeards have arrived!\"\n\nThere came some measure of applause from the assembled crowd; this was not how the festival was supposed to start, but everyone seemed to understand: it had to be different from last year.\n\n\"No lengthy speeches from me this time, my good people... Our bakers and vintners and brewers and other tradesfolk have all labored hard to prepare!\" Using both hands, he gesture out past the crowd to the tables of prepared food, the kegs of ale, cider, mead, and wine, and the stalls of the merchants all established to ply their wares. *\"Let the Festival of Spring Dawning commence!\"" }, { "author": "Acting Mask", "message": "The mention of fine food and drinks easily got the crowd a bit more excited - and enjoy themselves they would indeed - the locals of the city were looking far more cheery than they had been in the past year. Business was sure to be good for all the merchants that decided to make the trip to Miller Dale.\n\n\"Has any one seen any of the Defenders? I would have thought they'd be up on the podium with the Mayor?\" Asked one local.\n\nIndeed, a fair number of the people and even travelers to the city had hopped to meet with the famed Defenders, one could say they had become celebrities of Miller Dale. Yet as the people shopped about and enjoyed themselves, a small and hooded band of what looked like Dwarves weaved themselves out of the crowd, they appeared to go off in different directions, but in the end they were heading to the same chosen destination.\n\nAs for where that would be, some might discover such later - for in due time the first of the games would be called to begin!" }, { "author": "Milla Stonebrow", "message": "Milla smiled happily as she looked over to the crowd. After the Mayor introduced her, she gave the signal, and her Dwarven sisters emerged from a nearby building to join them before the assembly. Cheers washed over the group as they waved warmly to the people of Miller Dale, and the celebrations commenced." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "Returning to Miller Dale was a decision not made lightly. Far beyond the lights and pleasant scents nestled in the Eastern Reach, a stronghold stood within the sun-scorned mountains where Firebeard dwarves dared not walk. Conflict had arisen within Hearth's Keep, the reports of the wayward trio that had lead a small contingent of Ironhammers to raid the free city had reached the Grandmaster and his council. The surviving dwarves were punished severely, their remaining ringleaders incarcerated and their families reprimanded. \nBut Gitroki had not been satisfied with this. There was more to the situation than an overzealous band of youngsters, especially with the magic the warlock Nerdrat had summoned up.\n \nSo the young dwarf disappeared from Miller Dale for a time, to the disappointed confusion of his neighbours. After all, he had been a friendly fellow — a little reclusive, but had never been averse to helping between his hunts in the mountains. It was these folks that noticed him first, smiles and cheerful greetings meeting him near the town square. He was surprised by it all, but knew it would serve him better to reciprocate. His mission hadn't changed, as attached to this place as he'd become...\n\n\"Defenders, hm? Glad they never caught sight o' me, or I'd be in hot water in both places...\" He mused to himself, shaking the worry from his head as he stroked his short beard. It seemed he was the only 'Defender' attending as of now; any faces of note being far too new to have been present that day.\n\"I'd 'ave wanted to see that noble again, asked 'em about their blackpowder weapon... 'dunno where they got it from, even now...\"" }, { "author": "Kiros Metalhoof", "message": "_Kiros sighs as he finishes up donning what he could of his new-ish leather armor. He tightened a few straps and then looks down to his forelegs with a sigh, \"I guess I do need an apprentice...\" His voice comes out with a tired resignation and carefully places the leg guards into his travel bag and shoulders it on. His cart will be safe here, no one would dare offend one of the defenders by touching their stuff. He takes one last look, making sure all of the tools were put away anyhow and nods with slight satisfaction, nothing that can easily walk away is not secured. His ears twitch slightly at the sound of the start of the celebrations and he mutters a curse under his breath, he's late. He quickly grabs his war hammer, the weight of it more comfortable this time after some time training more, and straps it to the side of his horse half's leather armor.\n\nHe carefully trots around the corner of the blacksmith's shop that he was working in and starts heading to the town center, waving to people as he passed them. He headed over to the podium and gave a slight bow to the Firebeard maiden(s) and his gaze moves on to the mayor, \"Sorry for being late, Mayor Thislefoot.\"_" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"What a fest.\"\n\nHumbled a knight looking Figure standing in an alleyway that was close to the main road. His back was against the wall why crossing his hands. Most people might mistake him to a local guard or imperial one who was directed to protect the renowned vibrant festival. Severus arrived at Miller Dale with a lot of plans in mind. Upon arrival, he was about to kidnap some more people for his experiment. However, he felt lucky that he did not do that instantly after arriving.\n\nThe hustle and rustle atmosphere was engaging, even for an Undead. Mostly because he knew that in such an occasion, there would be rather important figures' appearance. The Mayor was a good instance.\n\nFrom his safe corner, the Dark Knight could still see the Mayor speaking to the folks in town. His glowing eyes locked on the speaking man. If only the Dark Knight had a way to approach and get to know him... The defense against the Dwarvenkinds of the nearby land was also intriguing. Severus got another plan of visiting the land of Dwarfs in mind, but that was for another time.\n\nHe rested his left hand on the pommel of one of the swords. The sword kept making a strange clicking sound. As if it was trying to get Severus' attention. It was in need of a good blacksmith..." }, { "author": "'Necrosis'", "message": "Not enjoying being glossed over, 'Necrosis' hums a touch in perplexing frustration. The stallker looks on to her with that hopeful gleam in their eyes, and the elf forces a tiny, obligated smile. The darkly dressed feminine figure reaches out then to try a lilac colored folding fan. It was very pastel and very bright in contrast to her own obsidian embroidered dress she was wearing.\n\n\nShe attempted to test it, fluttering it delicately against her collarbone. Necrosis made a mental note to find a tome later in the language of folding fans. Then she gives a playful little twirl, the fan snapping open and accidentally bouncing off of the shoulder of a certain-dryad-figure that happened to be walking by. Her eyes widen in surprise, her accent almost purring,* \"Oh... My apologies, erm—\"" }, { "author": "Everett Glade", "message": "~A small hit to the shoulder was merely all it took to end his bewildered trance of the sights, the people, and the smells. He looks to the bush, which uses a root to point out the culprit of the accidental thwack.\n\nHis head turns softly, as a set of blue eyes, almost as blue as the sky, look at the individual. Upon seeing the dark outfit, he tilts his head softly.\n\nHis expression is a soft neutral face, not of dissatisfaction, more neutrality at the moment. The lilac catches his eyes, an out of spot statement, but an interesting one. Could it have been intentional or accidental? His hair shifted as he turned, and one leaf flew off, going by the face of the stranger. \n\nThe bush moves closer, allowing him to grab on the the spare apples. He offers it to the stranger with a gentle smile before hespeaks in a soft gentle voice, perfectly elevated to be heard.~\n\n*\"It's perfectly fine, there is a large gathering of people, so accidental bumps or thwacks, in your case, might happen. Would you like an apple? I purchased them just a few stalls back.\"" }, { "author": "'Necrosis'", "message": "The striking blue eyes of Everett caught Necrosis' attention. She subconsciously lifts the fan, in an attempt to shield the rose-hued glow that dared to mark her cheeks. Her gilded colored gaze lingers upon his before she politely dips her head in kind. The proposition of the apple was considered, and after some ample beats, she graciously extends out her hand to take one,* \"Thank you. It really was an accident. I don't think we have met.\" The elf offers a tiny curl of a smile. (" }, { "author": "Everett Glade", "message": "~The red apple is gently placed in her hand, as Ever looks around. He notices that they had garnered a bit of attention. He thinks for a second, his hand resting on his chin for a mere moment. He gets a wonderful idea.~\n\n*\"It seems that we have gathered a small audience. Shall we continue this conversation as we walk towards a bar for a drink or two?\"\n\n~He held out his hand, offering it to her to walk side by side with him. But after a moment, he moves, grabbing this waterskin and giving his bush some water. He pats the top softly. He then returns his gaze her and extend his hand once more.~" }, { "author": "'Necrosis'", "message": "The elf's lithe fingers encircled around the vivid red apple, content to simply hold onto to it for the time being. Her gaze travels over the form of the very Druid-looking figure before her. She wondered, internally, how long it would take for her to scare him off. He seemed entirely too precious. Yet, it pinged a feeling of intrigue.* \n\nShe turns back briefly to the stallkeeper, drawing out her coin purse so that she may purchase the intensely pastel lilac colored folding fan. A few coins are exchanged and the trade has been made. A helpless curl reigns on her black painted mouth as she notices the violet embroidery of flowers on it that she did notice before.\n\nThen, she politely turned back to Everett, closing her newly acquired fan for now and balancing it and the apple in one hand, while her free one cascades gently down into the hold of his own when offered. \n\n\"I am always up for a drink. I see your friend is too.\" She tilts her head to the little bush, not seeming to be entirely shy and she proceeds to follow him, hand in hand. (" }, { "author": "Captain Hawks", "message": "The captain turned to the darkly dressed woman who stood out from mostly of the festival goers \"Hmm? Oh Me? Erm well me personally I like the red, but green is also nice.. Sorry if I came over a touch rude\" She sees her go for the purple fan and smiles, turning back to the stall she's at she exchanged some coin for a jar of freshly made honey and peanut butter, putting it her bag for later \"Thanks for that, can't wait to give it a try\" \n\n\nAmanda walks around the fest taking in all the festivities and atmosphere, deciding for a moment if she wants to eat next or keep browsing the stores, she'd heard there may be some games planned but unsure of what or when those are so kept a sharp ear out for it" }, { "author": "Vasati Zyllana", "message": "It had been a few weeks since she had started travelling with Marshal, and it had been wonderful. She had never expected to meet someone like him, but she was eternally grateful that she had. They had arrived at Miller Dale the night before the festival, and booked a room in one of the inns. \n\nNow that it was the morning of the festival, she woke up a bit earlier than usual. Seeing that Marshal was still sleeping, she leaned over and gave him a few kisses on the cheek. \"Good morning hun. It's time to wake up,\" She whispered softly." }, { "author": "Marshal", "message": "Coming to this festival took some convincing for Marshal, even after leaving Cretaine, usually avoiding big crowds since he was so well recognised, but there's always new beginnings\n\nHe slowly woke up and smiled, returning the kisses to Sati \"Good morning my darling\" He sat up and saw the festival was already underway, getting up and gathering some clothes from his bag \"We should get a move on I suppose, don't want to miss it\"\n\nHe started getting himself dressed, sporting a green and purple cloak with a yellow shirt and shorts" }, { "author": "The Shadow Knows", "message": "Peering out from an alleyway nearby the courtyard where the mayor had spoken were a trio of dark-garbed figures. Two taller figures and one shorter. They watched the mayor give his abbreviated speech, noted the fire-bearded dwarven lady... And carefully noted the darker-garbed diminutive figures sneak off ...\nOne of the taller pair finally spoke up in hushed tones." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The two taller figures, hands enshrouded in their robes, hoods pulled well over their heads to hide as much of their pale faces and sharp eyes as possible, turned to the shorter figure between them" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "\"I take it, boss, that this is why you didn't want to be up on stage to steal the show?\"" }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "\"Yeah, usually you like to steal the show. Or at least be on the streets performing and making money from the passers-by.\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "This shorter figure would normally not be so well-concealed. AC usually liked to stand out in a crowd, what with her coppery skin and golden-amber curly locks. But...\n\"Yeah, right? I could be making so much money with my juggling, dancing, singing, yadda yadda! Festival crowds are a gold-minting machine! Especially if I had been up on stage with the mayor, first! ... But... We need to be on another kind of business. We need to make sure no more raiders sneak into town. I didn't trust seeing all those cloaked figures in the crowd...\nHehe, even if it means we can be sneaky, too. For all we know, it's not more raiders, it's more like us who are trying to inconspicuously protect the town some more!\"\nShe gestured after whichever short hodded figure had passed closest by them, \"Let's follow.\"" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The twins followed their boss, their eyes lingering for a long moment on the centaur — Kiros* — with whom they had shared some of the most harrowing moments of the last year's disaster. But, they could catch up with him soon. After AC they slunk!" }, { "author": "The Shadow Knows", "message": "And so, the trio snuck after one of the cloaked, possibly-dwarven figures...\n— — —" }, { "author": "Vasati Zyllana", "message": "She was glad that he had agreed to come to the festival with her, despite his initial hesitation. It was going to be her first time at an event like this and she didn't want to miss it. \n\nShe accepted his affections and got out of bed quickly as well. \"It just started, so we aren't missing anything yet. I heard the last few words of the Mayor's address. He mentioned something about there being an attack last year. But he had made sure that it wouldn't happen this time,\" Vasati said as she rummaged through her pack for her official outfit. It was going to be the first time she had worn it since she came to the surface. \n\n\"So just to be on the safe side, I think I'll be carrying my weapons in my shadow for the festival. I want to be prepared if anything happens this year.\" \n\nDespite her words, the information hadn't dampened her enthusiasm at all. If anything, the chance to help the town that had showed her such kindness when she first came to the surface, was something that she didn't want to pass up. \n\nShe was dressed in record time; sporting well fitting black leather pants, a rich purple wrap top, a yellow quarter-jacket with blue trimming that matched her eyes and a rich purple lining that matched her top, and her purple knee-high boots that had been accented with her blue magic thread. The only jewellery she wore was a simple blue crystal necklace and her standard piercings. \n\n\"I'm ready!\" She said as she turned to face Marshal and smiled at him approvingly. \"Very handsome! And our purples and yellows match. Shall we get going? I don't want to miss out on anything.\"\n\nThe last thing she picked from her pack was a small coin purse that was filled with her spending money for the day." }, { "author": "Marshal", "message": "\"Ravishing as always my sweet, love the jacket it's so cute. Let's go!\" He grabbed a shoulder bag and opened the door, holding it for Sati before closing it and locking it behind them, tucking the key away safely.\n\nThe streets were bustling with excitement for the festival, the early smells of food being prepared had Marshal intrigued* \"Wow quite the turn out huh?\"" }, { "author": "Vasati Zyllana", "message": "She beamed and headed out the door, and down the stairs to the ground floor. Once she was out of the building and on the street, the sights and smells of all of the food made her stomach growl. \"Yup! I've never seen this many booths in one place! Or this many people in a small town. This turnout would rival the crowds in Certaine on the days that they have their religious gatherings.\"\n\nThere were merchants from all of the main kingdoms, and people from all over as well. Some were mingling and interacting openly, while others wore hoods to conceal their identities. Vasati wondered why anyone would want to hide themselves at a festival, but she didn't spend too much time thinking about it. \n\n\"Do you want to go get some food? I'm starving.\"" }, { "author": "Acting Mask", "message": "With the festival in nearly full swing, the people would soon find themselves parting and giving away to a large fellow driving a large wagon full of what looked like wine barrels - another local stood atop the stacked barrels and announced himself loudly to all the crowd.\n\n\"Listen up folks, the first game is now being announced! Should any of ye lot feel up to a bit of a daredevil of a time, then follow us to the hills and join in the Wine Barrel Race!! We'll have barrels of every size for any racers, will you roll and chase after yours, or will you so choose to ride upon it down the bouncy hills!!\"\n\nA troop of musicians would be following alongside the wagon, playing music and there even appeared to a few painted jesters - many would begin to follow the wagon as it made its way to the chosen race track for the first game. It was sure to be a delight for all!" }, { "author": "Marshal", "message": "\"Food? Yea that sounds-\" The large wagon and musicians caught Marshal's attention and had him fixated, once it'd moved along he looked to Sati and nudged her with his elbow \"Bet you I'll dominate any punk in that race, I'm gonna sign myself up for that fuck it\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "All out of sudden, Severus noticed the enormous wagon that was fully loaded. A Wine Barrel Race could be interesting as he stopped thinking about all the other things to focus on that.\n\n\"Oh hoh...\" He chuckles.\n\nWhat a great occasion to practise precision, agility and controling. He stood straight up and swung his arm in the air in a circular pattern for a few times. He was definitely going to participate in the sounded silly event, with a hope that something good might happen." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Whether by accident or design, most likely a bit of both, Lir arrived after the mayor's brief speech.\n\nHis walking-stick, previously nothing more than a stylish affectation, now bore some of his weight as he walked with a slight but perceptible limp–one likely to remain with him for quite a long time, if it ever left.\n\nLir had his scimitars with him this time, hardly keen on the possibility of being caught unarmed. Since the disastrous festival the previous year, he had begun taking the scimitars with him on the now-uncommon occasions he ventured out of the house.\n\nLir limped into the square after the wagon carrying the wine-barrels rumbled in. He wove his way through the crowds and decided to rest.\n\nHe chose a bench near Gitroki and waved to the dwarf before settling down. Pressing his lips together, he studied the area. Kiros and the mayor on the podium, a small group having a conversation at a fan stall. \n\nAnd a few hooded figures lurking in the crowd.\n\n\"That's... Hardly comforting,\" Lir grumbled to himself. He watched one of the small hooded figures disappear from the crowd, followed by three others." }, { "author": "Vasati Zyllana", "message": "The sight and sounds of the large wagon and music caught Vasati's attention as well. So when Mars gently elbowed her she knew what to expect. \"I'm not sure about dominating anyone in the race, but I am definitely participating! Let's go find out where we need to sign up. And it's better we do this before eating. I wouldn't want to make a mess.\" She said, chuckling softly. \n\nShe then grabbed his hand and followed in the procession eager to join in on the fun. \"Aren't you glad I suggested coming for the festival?\" She teased lightly." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Keladan could not keep a smile from his lips. Nor the wine for that matter. He'd arrived back in Miller Dale by way of ship the night prior, and made a right Killing Off of that magic moss. And then it was just good fortune about it being a festival now~ The elf sat most contentedly against a tree on the green, looking about vaguely as if he wasn't hoping to see a small green haired enchantress somewhere. Unfortunately he never did, but he did notice someone else.. Standing out there in the square glamorously for a time. \n\n Not even The Cunning Golden Bard Recognized Kel with his hair enchanted white. Why did she have to be here..? She certainly would if they came face to face~ Either way, he would enjoy this party much more than the last they'd went to.. He was determined about that." }, { "author": "Marshal", "message": "\"Maybe they'll have a consolation prize heh\" He teased, kissing her forehead after \n\n\"Ya know what so far I am yeah!Looking forward to the rest of the day\"" }, { "author": "Captain Hawks", "message": "The Captain saw the offer for games but turned it down, not sure if it'd involve drinking but would rather not find out especially while technically still on duty. She walked around with a pastry as the festival started to kick into gear" }, { "author": "Skout Anobraxyl", "message": "The ship was named The Cree, though no one on board could answer Why. It had come to the Dale from Tidehaven, flying the banner of Ostia as it came into harbor (though it had set out from Tidehaven flying the Jolly Roger) and was greeted by an empty wharf, since virtually everyone was off celebrating the festival. \n\nThere was a clerk from the harbormaster's office, who took registration from the ship's captain, advising the crew that there would be no work done today, but that they could rest assured that the ship's wares could be unloaded at sunrise the following morn. This, coupled with the freedom to go and join the festivities that could be heard even from here, was enough for the crew and its passenger, and they were soon disembarked, heading in a steady stream toward the festival itself. \n\nSkout followed along behind the crew, largely ignored which suited him just as well, strolling at an easy pace as he took in the sight of the Dale from his new Balanced perspective. It did not take him long at all to see the signs of The Hull's faction here at work; the crew was met by a small group of urchins who plead for copper while the older members scanned each of them as potential marks to be followed. The familiar scene brought a small smile to his lips as he continued past, making a minute gesture with three fingers in a cutting motion to signal to one of the urchins that he was not going to interfere, and they left him alone as well as a result.\n\nThe festival crowds soon immersed him, and he floated into their midst like a phantom, sharing calm smiles to those who caught his glance and a mischievous wink to those few who recognized him, mostly thieves and urchins on the prowl among the festival, though he was glad to see that many of them were actually actively enjoying themselves and work was not the priority. He found himself approving.\n\nOnly the little mayor himself paused at the sight of the short, slender man in worn black leathers, those eyes going wide be\n\nHind his spectacles at the known thief, but in the end, he only gulped and continued on in his quest to taste the next slice of pie. \n\nSkout found his way to where a cidermaker offered pulls of his best apple ciders, and produced his pewter mug from his belt for the man to fill it. He tipped the man generously for the offering, the resumed his stroll through the crowds, drinking and taking in the merrymaking vibe of festival as it surged around him. The humor and warmth were infectious, and while he could now feel the flows of both chaos and order all around him, all seemed right in this place, and he could simply live the experience. No one of any consequence knew him, and he felt at ease despite the hustle, bustle, and excitement going all around him. \n\nPeace." }, { "author": "Vasati Zyllana", "message": "She grinned at his affections and then took his hand as they walked toward the location of the next game. \"I never said I wasn't going to try to win,\" She said, sticking her tongue out at him. \"I just don't want to jinx myself by assuming I'll win.\"\n\nOut of the corner of her eye, she spotted something at a jewellery vendor that she immediately wanted. \n\n\"Hey hun, gimmie a sec, I'll be right back,\" She said, squeezing his hand gently." }, { "author": "The Shadow Knows", "message": "This particular set of three hooded figures, trailing the Other Set of hooded figures, pulled up short as they spied the wagon loaded with wine barrels, and heard what was announced!" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The taller figures turned their hooded heads to peer at their shorter companion" }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "\"Well, there goes the mission...\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "As, the shorter figure was already pushing back her own deep hood, revealing golden-amber curly locks. Something that just might stand out a bit more in a crowd, or at least make it a bit harder to blend for sneaky-sneakiness.\n\"Ok, that game looks like fun! We should ... Well, or at least I Should go. Hmmm... Maybe you two should still trail those short cloaked figures.\"" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The twins looked disappointed in the depths of their hoods, until..." }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "\"Hey, look, it's Lir! Maybe he saw them too, and can help us decide whether they're still worth trailing.\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "Beaming happily, AC nodded in agreement, and the trio headed towards Lir, calling greetings" }, { "author": "Liber Gauss", "message": "Liber arrives at the festival, a huge grin on their face, the sparkling lights and music show was unlike anything they had seen yet, tucking their hands in their pockets, they enjoy the show, sitting on a bench.\n\nThey then grab a newpaper, and start reading it...\n\n\"Mhm...\"\n\n.. They then tosses it in a bin. \n\n\"Heh. Politics. Boring as always.\"\n\nThey raise their head to the light show, admiring it in awe.\n\n\"Tis sure a good day to be alive.\"" }, { "author": "Elikaen", "message": "She had hitched a ride on a merchant caravan. She was helping out with some of the nighttime guard duty so she had a tendency to sleep well into the next day. She finally tumbled out of the wagon they had been letting her sleep in only to find that everyone else had gone their way. They were off making their deliveries or enjoying the festival. She wiped the sleepy seeds from her eyes, looking around at other empty wagons before making her way slowly towards the center of town where it seemed that most of the activity was happening.\n\nShe was in no hurry and took her time, looking over the houses and building structures, noting the differences between what she had seen at the college as well as the occasional Elven structures she had seen on her travels.\n\nSucculent smells drifted on the air from the food stalls and her stomach growled loudly in response. She had food of her own that she could eat but nothing that smelled as good as what was being sold here. Fortunately, she had a number of coins on hand from her guard work and she was more than willing to part with some of them in order to fill her belly with delectable treats. Following her nose, the scents wafting on the air drew her onward until she found herself slipping quietly through the crowd. Her mouth watered as she looked from vendor to vendor, each one seemed more appealing than the last. Her stomach gave another loud complaint, telling her brain to just pick something. She placed the soothing hand upon it while placing an order for a hardy bread bowl filled with a thick meaty stew. She also picked up some delicate sweets to enjoy afterwards. It was difficult finding a place to sit and enjoy her food but she eventually managed to find one on the outskirts of the tables where she could watch some of the entertainers at work." }, { "author": "Acting Mask", "message": "Those that were interested in the would likely find a decent sized crowd just outside of town near the hills, watching how this first game would go!" }, { "author": "Marshal", "message": "\"Ok I'll chill here my sweet\" Marshal leans against a wall as he looks around where the race might be, eventually a crowd masses on-top of a hill and barrels being lined up, he stand up and walks towards the tent Sati ran to \"Hey I can see they're about to start the race! Quick let's go!\" He says with urgency and excitement in his voice" }, { "author": "Vasati Zyllana", "message": "As she got the the jewellery vendor, she smiled and introduced herself. Then she inquired about the piece of jewellery she had seen. The vendor smiled, and commented that she had a good eye. She haggled on the price for a few minuted before parting with two gold coins for the set. \n\n\"Please can you wrap it specially? It's a gift.\" Vasati asked the vendor. The jewellery-maker smiled brightly and did as she asked. He wrapped the items she bought in a piece of silky black cloth and then placed them into a matching pouch. \n\n\"Thank you!\" She said gratefully as she collected her items and placed them in her shadow; along with her money purse. \n\nAnd then she went back to join Marshal so they could head up to the hill to join the race." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Frowning, Lir leaned towards Gitroki and used his walking-stick to gesture at the rapidly-disappearing group of hooded figures he had spotted.\n\n\"I say... Do you see that?\" He asked the dwarf quietly.\n\nThen one of the figures pushed back its hood to reveal AC's familiar golden curls, and Lir leaned back on his bench.\n\n\"Aaah... Perhaps it's nothing.\" His voice brightened slightly as the three young women approached.\n\n\"Good day, ladies.\" Lir's smile, however, was a bit forced. \"Friends of yours?\" He glanced in the direction he had last seen the other hooded people, but the distraction of AC and the twins approaching him (along with the fact that he Is Half-blind, after all) meant that he had lost sight of them.\n\nLir eyed the barrel-laden wagon as it began rolling away, peeling a sizeable chunk of the festival crowd with it." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"Gah- Those three...\"\nGitroki had spotted the trio a few minutes before, his upper lip tugged into a snarl as he shook his head. The marksman wasn't much of a people person at the best of times, but the combined energy of the Hoffs and AC was enough to make his blood cool. Lir had managed to sneak up on him, Gitroki jumping slightly and snapping his head to glare at him.\n\"Who!?- Oh, Lir. Good to see ya', and I did. Whole town's got eyes on a swivel fer' hooded malcontents this year, eh?\"\nHis countenance softened rather quickly, the familiar face lowering his nerves." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "Well, Gitroki was in luck, as AC peeled off after one more wave to Lir and followed the barrel wagon. Thus, the Hoffs approached Lir without their boisterous boss, thus removing a good 3/4 of the energy he feared. The twins did tend to be lower-key on their own, unless critters were involved" }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "\"Master Lir,\" Greeted Heidi, while" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "Hildi tried to discern Gitroki's expression as the pair approached, eyes sliding their gazes back and forth looking for Lir's warmount Kyre." }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "\"AC's going to join the barrel event, but,\" Lowering her voice, \"We're keeping an eye on those other cloaked figures. Hopefully they don't mean more trouble for this year...\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Guilt consumed Lir as Gitroki jumped and snapped his head around.\n\n\"Heavens, my good man, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.\" Indeed, he hadn't meant to sneak up on the dwarf, but that hardly mattered–Lir had managed to do so at any rate.\n\nHe sighed as Gitroki commented on the hooded figures. \"Seems so. Could be any number of things. Could be nothing.\" He crossed his arms and nodded at the twins, though he crooked a brow as AC joined the barrel race. He returned her wave and tilted his head at Heidi.\n\n\"Just Lir, please, my darling. I've no titles.\"\n\nHildi, sadly, will be disappointed–Kyre is nowhere to be seen.\n\nLir squinted at the swirling crowds, though he no longer saw any of the suspicious people. \"Certainly not a bad idea to keep an eye on them. Not terribly criminal to go lurking about, but I mislike it.\"" }, { "author": "Nicolai Stillwater", "message": "A Half-elf With red eyes Hearing word of the town's happenings, Nico made his way from Tidehaven, seemingly arriving at a good time. The music drew him in as he saw the barrel racing happening as he neared. Unsure of the reason for such a festival, he hoped to attain memorable moments he could later share with those willing.\n\n\"As busy as Tidehaven except with an air of happiness... One could get used to this.\" He heads on over to the nearest stall for a cider, then continued to watch the race from afar." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "An amber eyed lady would hear about the town's happenings from some dwarves she encountered at the markets of Aismir and decided to come and check them out. The sounds of music and people cheering would draw her towards the barrel racing,\"Such a strange race\" She would say to herself in her head.\n\nBefore she headed further into the crowd she would catch a whiff of mead,which she currently was out of. Claire would procure some local mead and watched the barrel race from the high ground (it's over barrel racers I have the high ground!)" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "The barrel race did not interest the enchanter. If anything his only current concern was with finding a more lavish setting to enjoy such a celebration. That though was unlikely to be found in the Dale as nice as it was, It really is hard when you are an elf with superior sense of taste and aesthetic. Truly.\n\n Keladan was in the middle of considering how exactly he would conjure up a little more flare, and cramming everleaf into his pipe when he overheard some exciting chatter from a couple of passerby. \n\n\"I'm telling you it's Him. The real deal. The Skout!\"\n\n A set of pointed ears perked up with that but he stopped listening as they continued walking. This was interesting indeed. Keladan rose from his spot against the tree eyeing the crowd sagely. With a puff of blue curling everleaf smoke~ Kel started to meander. Ears and eyes on alert. Soon enough something or someone would point out what he sought in the din.\n\n Through his delightful buzz~ the elf also had to wonder... Was such a famed thief really That skilled? If word of his feats were so common.. Or was he just that much of a living legend? \n\n Either way, Kel would get to the bottom of it! And perhaps The Scout Could point out what had went wrong with his last disaster of a job." }, { "author": "'Rigmar Casterine and Stallion'", "message": "Soon a few hours have passed after traveling out of the mountain, Rigmar had made his way along Miller-dale, following the narrow grasslands, and the pathway which was set to lead into the Village itself, his Galloping of his horse almost heard from a mile away with his steed pressing forwards with large strides.\n\nNaying could be heard in the distance, as Rigmar rears his horse, to look over-view, along the rolling hills of the Village itself to find the Festival was near enough at its peak. Siding his horse as he tugged the reins slightly for the horse to patter the ground. \n\nThe outline of the knight was up on the hill, as he could be seen, sitting confidently on his horse.\n\n\"Seems like we have made it Stallion, though a rather rough journey to behold... Seems like we've got out of it unscathed\". He would casually look at the view, it seems like it was worth it coming to the Festival at least, he puts his hand on the side of his pouch, and would pull out a parchment reading the parchment once again to refresh his memory..\n\nParchment: 𝔗𝔬 ℜ𝔦𝔤𝔪𝔞𝔯 ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔢, ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔭𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔓𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔩 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔰𝔲𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔞. ℑ 𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔩 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔬𝔫-𝔱𝔬𝔭 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔭𝔰 𝔊𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢, 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞 𝔨𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔬𝔣, ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔩, 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔢 2 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰. 𝔜𝔬𝔲\n\n𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫... \n\n 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔪𝔞𝔫, ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔨𝔢 ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔶.\n\n\"A Reassurance Patrol, but why here? It seems as though the place itself is far beyond violence... Hm- Could Fordman be over-reacting...\"\n\nHe sighed, as he Trots along, going towards the City itself, and now making it inside, seeing most of the fellow people here. As he finds a place to put his horse, he would rest it up on the bench, and attached it firmly, making sure it was secure.\n\n\"Wait here Stallion..\" He waved his finger at Stallion, slightly in jest and then walked along, the Town without him for a while\n\nThe knight had somewhat battered armor, that seemed fairly polished, but had a lot of scratches, it seemed like full plate, and along side that was an Armet and a red cape, that allured behind his back. He was somewhat a odd sight to behind, in a Town like Miller-dale..." }, { "author": "Acting Mask", "message": "While much of festival goers had gone to watch the Barrel Race, of which had now come to an end - seemed there was some sort of banter between two racers, one claiming they had come in first over the other.\n\nAll the while, the trio of Dwarves that had been sneaking about had found themselves in the main square, of which while decorated nicely didn't seem to have as many people around. Save for a big hatted wizard fellow that was standing in front of five large barrels, or least they looked like barrels? They appeared to be almost man made, what with their metal and wooden arms, and they all had very odd faces?\n\n\"Alright so all the markings should be carved in... Yes I do believe these are ready, now lets get you five up and running yes?\" He remarked, beginning to chant the spell of which slowly started causing movement in the barrel golems. His focus was totally on casting the spell that he didn't see the three dwarves creeping up from behind him; just as he began speaking the last words one of the dwarves knocked him right over!\n\n\"Well these creations should be enough to cause some trouble! To hell with this town for thinking they could hold their stupid festival again!\" Hollered the Dwarf, whom was clearly a younger one along with the other two. The barrel golems started to stand up slowly, but the spell wasn't complete as while the trio of dwarves were clearly celebrating the havoc they planned the bring - the five barrel golems seemed to look down upon them before beginning to pound the ground around them.\n\n\"Uh lads, I don't think they'll be listening to us!\" Cried one Dwarf, when one of the golems tried to grab him. Clearly without the spell being finished, the golems now saw the three Dwaves as their targets! The three quickly started running for their lives, with the five barrel golems in pursuit!\n\nLooks like the second 'Game' as begun!" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Seeing as the two winners of the barrel race were squabbling like a bunch of turkeys Claire would make her way to the main square to see if she could rustle up some grub,and maybe a drink...\n\nThe sounds and smells of the main square would dampen Claire's attuned senses,after all most fairs and festivals aren't known to be quiet places.\nEventually Claire would score herself a beef and veggie kebab,which tasted pretty good(even if the meat could've used more seasoning ),which she devoured due to the fact that she skipped lunch.\n\nAs Claire walked down the street she'd hear the faint sounds of screaming,not the good,bedroom kind of screaming,rather the screams of some terrified people.With hammer in hand Claire would follow the screams till she reached the further parts of the city,where she would see dwarves being chased by barrels,which she'd find a little odd,anyway Claire would lob her hammer like a pitcher ,not a belly itcher, in the arm Insert metal pipe sound here\n\nThe hammer,being dwarven made, would do considerable damage to the closet barrel golem,lodging itself in the golems shoulder. Claire failed to realize is that her hammer won't come back to her hand like a boomerang so I guess she's gonna have to go in organic till she gets her hammer back." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "There was some slight commotion going on a ways back and yonder, Kel absently took a gander over his shoulder before accepting a nice full wooden tankard of honeyed mead and continuing his quest.\n\n Now.. What if the human is disguised.. Perhaps the elf could be assisted by a small enchantment of finding~ perhaps.. Unfortunately his thoughts were getting drowned out. You see, the hubbub from yonder in the square was spreading seemingly into chaos. Panic even~ Keladan had to sidestep a midair gnome. And sloshed some mead onto his boot in the process, with a groan he felt a small portion of his mana being siphoned away as his enchantments sizzled and charmed the uncleanly aesthetic defilement on his shoe back to propriety.\n\n Keladan was no hero, it was all he could do to avoid getting trampled or hurt. But for some reason he wasnt feeling the slightest bit of anxiety at all. Perhaps the weed and the drink would do him in.. The enchanter wanted to go someplace else to return to festivities yet, as he looked about. He couldn't help but feel like the scout might show up here. Where things were Chaotic And most interesting.\n\n He stalked gracefully around the danger, stopping to check his hair in the reflection of an upturned silver platter. Before finding a nice inconspicuous place to watch and feel cheeky as some young paladin made a stand against these barrel creatures." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC had worked hard to maneuver that barrel, and to Resist* The urge to show off too much in that race! ... A good thing, as she knew she woulda fallen on that pretty face and worse, mussed those golden-amber curls, had she ran atop that barrel then hit those rocks... \nBut then... Then... Through ~~sheer luck~~ her amazing talent ... She managed to keep up and win!\nWell, She Knew she won. But, that other person... How dare he argue with her! She knew she'd won! So, she let him have a piece of her mind! She was persuasive! She was smooth! She ... She was Right! She knew this judge would agree with her!\n\nBut then...\n\nThen..." }, { "author": "'Ecki', the Echidna-tail", "message": ". O O ( ummm... Boss? ) The whip, still in her hand, wriggled in a way that might just be noticeable to that dastardly opponent of hers, and the judge if they were paying good attention.\n\nThe whip's thong reached up and pointed back to the square." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC cut off her ~~annoyed squabbling~~ suave and clever negotiating and turned her gaze to follow the whip's pointing \"Whoooaaa... Damn!\nYeah, ok, that's more important...\" She couldn't help but grin, and she brandished her whip in the direction of the hubbub, hullaballoo, and so on.\n\"Let's go check it out. It just might be time to be ...\" She struck a showy pose, tossing her curly hair with her right hand, brandishing the whip in a different way with her left hand held back with the other, \"A Hero Again! ... That, and we better check on the Hoff and Lir, too.\"\nAnd she sprinted back thattaway!" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "*Meanwhile... The Hoffs had been remaining quiet and polite as they more-or-less flankex Lir as the gentleman spoke with his presumably-just-as-gentlemanly dwarven friend. They ... Well, mostly kept an eye out for the hooded figures, but lost track of them in the tumultuous and rowdy crowd as they chose to remain by Lir, figuring their duty should be to stick by him and make sure no harm came to him.\n\nBesides... Kyre might turn up!\n\nAaand that's when even more of a ruckus began to transpire. They craned their necks, trying to see what the heck the screaming, running, and hollering was about without having to remove their rather enshrouding hoods. Darn ... Darn Sunlight... How could they maintain their lovely paleness ... Ok, and protect their sensitive eyes ... With all those golden rays trying to tan them? ... Well, with their complexion, probably burn them, but let's not get semantic here.\nThey didn't leave Lir's side, though. They presumed at this point that 'twas better to keep Lir covered for the time being. Move, crowd, they wanted to see what the fuss was about!\nThey Did Dig out their weaponrry, though, Hildi pulling her fighting short-staff forth while Heidi pulled out her deck of cards and began shuffling through for those she would boost Hildi with..." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "He had done with the race, that was pure fun and he also got to know his limits. Why mumbling about something, he suddenly heard something from afar. Something that was not so welcoming... With a smirk on his covered face, he twisted his shoulders and wrists a bit before heading to the source of the sound." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire not wanting to draw attention to herself she'd nonchalantly grab a nearby wooden bench to use as a makeshift weapon and charged at the barrel golem that her hammer was lodged in.\n\nLike a drunk man wielding a beer glass Claire would slam the wooden bench into the barrel golems back,knocking her hammer free,while making a dent in the golems back.\n\nOnce she retrieved her hammer,then hit the golems side with her hammer,sending it toppling into some nearby ordinary barrels." }, { "author": "Elikaen", "message": "Lunch had been delicious but was now over as she made her way through the crowd when the disruption began. She was jostled back and forth as the crowd couldn't make up its mind whether it wanted to move closer to see what was going on or move back, to get away from possible fighting. In annoyance, she wiggled forward pushing her way through the people, popping out in the open at the edge of the road. Claire's display of strength and violence certainly made quite the spectacle as she took out one of the golems.\n\nThe other golems were giving chase down the road but one was getting a little too close to Eli for her own comfort. She feared it was going to careen right into her. As it got closer, she shifted her hand in a quick gesture and a 5' cube of hard packed earth vanished in front of the golem as it lifted it's foot to take a step. The cube appeared 25' above the hole and began plummeting downward while the golem tumbled forward, unable to stop. It fell into the hole, rather harmlessly, scrambling to stand back up as 10,000lbs of hard packed earth slammed into it from above.\n\nEli smiled at first, then looked around nervously, unsure how others felt about the use of magic. It seemed like a good idea to escape notice by drifting back into the crowd, hoping that no one would come after her for it." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir, anxious about the festival's air, could not focus on any one event. He spared several glances towards the barrel-race that AC had entered, but he also watched the thronging crowds around him, the Hoffs, and Gitroki.\n\nThe crowds milled about normally until the barrel-race ended and the second \"Game\" Commenced.\n\nThree dwarves, pursued by five... Running barrels shot into the main square.\n\nLir pointed his walking-stick at the dwarves and barrel-golems.\n\n\"Oh, for goodness' sake... Are you Fucking Joking?\" Lir moaned to no one as he rose from his bench, leaning on his walking-stick. \n\n\"Again, really?\" Lir unsheathed one scimitar. He glanced at the watchmen and mercenaries present, many hired to protect the event.\n\nYet again, only other festival-goers were trying to contain the threat. \n\nOne young woman had flung a hammer at a barrel-golem before deciding to pick up a bench to retrieve said hammer. A pink-haired elf had found a vantage point to watch the upcoming carnage. Another young woman had managed to lift a huge mass of earth to smash one of the golems right into the ground. Lir cringed at seeing that sorcery.\n\nLir placed himself between the twins and Gitroki and the dwarves and barrel-golems racing through the festival as the Miller Dale watch and hired mercenaries did Absolutely nothing.\n\nStill facing the chaos erupting in front of him, he gestured to the twins and Gitroki with his walking-stick.\n\n\"That way. Let's go.\" He pointed to a path leading out of the square, watching the dwarves and golems. As AC sprinted towards them, he pointed to her as well.\n\n\"Back to the house,\" He ordered, his eye locked on the golems and dwarves. Then he stepped forward towards the fray, coming closest to the young woman who had hurled the bench. The woman who had moved the very ground frightened him far more, so he kept a bit away from her.\n\nYet a barrel-golem turned, locked its gaze on Lir, and then charged at him and his little group." }, { "author": "Acting Mask", "message": "The sudden coming and chaos the three dwarves had brought in caught many off guard - but quickly the local watch and hired mercenaries moved in to get the crowds out of the way of the stomping barrel golems.\n\nThankfully it seemed the barrels only focused on fighting opponents or chasing after the dwarves, four out of the five had gotten caught up in fighting some of the locals while a few mercenaries helped by forming a spear wall to keep the golems from getting at the crowds.\n\nThe 5th barrel golem was still keeping up the pursuit of the three dwarves, with a handful of the local watch rushing to chase after it.\n\nThose fighting the other golems would find them to be able to take a decent beating; some in the crowd began to cheer for the locals fighting.\n\n\"Just keep these damn things pinned in, I doubt they'll last long after a decent beat down!\" Called one of the mercenaries." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "After that whole lodging her hammer,Claire would find another bench and threw it at a nearby barrel golem,then while it was stunned from the bench hit Claire would beat on the barrel golem,the sound of clashing metal would echo through the town.\n\nBefore Claire could get another swing in the golem would hit Claire,sending her flying into a nearby empty stall.Claire would groan as she rose,she'd definitely be feeling that one in the morning.\n\nNext to her would be a large piece of splintered wood.Claire grabbed this piece of wood and lobed it into the closet golem,the piece of wood would pierce the golem's body,if that wasn't enough Claire would run at the golem,then with her added momentum would jump up slammed her hammer down into the golem,splitting down the middle.Now noticing the golem that was chasing the the dwarves Claire would throw the remains of one of the golems at the other golem to give the dwarves and the other man a time to get somewhere safe." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "As long as Keladan focused, he could continue suppressing his presence and watching idly. Sipping at that tasteful honey mead. He had the fortune of leaping up to a balcony from the top of a barrel and now sat there considering things.. The enchanter thought of charming that lionhearted fighter in the center of the chaos with a buff of strength, but after a glance he decided she was doing quite well for herself. After some more consideration and a shrug. The elf stood, setting his mug on the railing. He'd decided this was as good a place as ever to practice. With a conspicuous look over his shoulder Kel brought out a tiny vial like potion jar. He crushed it into the wood of the rail with his palm and closed his violet tinted eyes.\n\n A red glow began to spill out from the gaps beneath his hand and a grim look of satisfaction overtook the elf's features. Keladan opened his eyes with a impish fae smile and overturned his hand. Palm upwards. As he chose a barrel, a bolt of violet red arced out of his palm at an astonishing speed. The intense heat of it, and surprise sent Keladan recoiling back falling into the deck of the balcony. He didn't even get to see as one of the golems legs was sheared right off of it with molten pink red light." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The twins gave each other a long, sidelong glance as Lir stepped in tront of them to protect Them!" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "\"It's supposed to be our job to protect You, isn't it?\"" }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "\"So, with that in mind, Heidi found two cards, and shoved them ... Into Hildi's mouth, one, then a good ten seconds later, the other. Once the magicks took effect, she would step sideways, sideways, seeking to get a good line of fire as she withdrew a hand-crossbow from her cloak and loaded it up." }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "Hildi felt stronger and tougher, and even flexed a bit, brandishing her fightin' stick as she tried circling around Lir to engage the barrel golem menacing them!" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC skidded to a stop as Lir called to her,* \"Wait, what, but we need to help fi- ...\" But, then one of the barrel golems rounded on them and charged Lir!\n\"Well, now we can all be happy! Hildi, Heidi, Strategy T3!\"" }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "Getting their instructions, the twins nod.\nHeidi yelled to catch the golem's attention, then raising her hand-crossbow, fired a bolt at the thing!\nOf course, this did little more than annoy the heck out of the thing as the bolt stuck in its ... Well, barrel. But, it did round on Heidi and give a snarl." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "But, this opened up a chance for AC! She raced around behind the golem and as it took a few lumbering steps toward Heidi, AC twirled dramatically and snapped Ecki, her whip at ... One of its legs! The whip ensnared a lower leg and AC gave a hard yank, causing the golem to totter!" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "Hildi now gave her own battle cry as she charged in to spin and club the teetering golem with much more force than one might expect from a woman her size, thanks to her sister's arcane enhancements.\n\"Down you go!\"\nAnd, crash, down it went! It wasn't disabled, of course, but they got it off its feet!" }, { "author": "Nicolai Stillwater", "message": "Nico watched, observing the chaos that ensued soon after the exciting barrel race concluded, handily avoiding the shrapnel from the barrel golems' destruction. It almost felt to him that the people of Miller Dale WANTED something to destroy... To perhaps take their frustration out, for the events that led to the creation of this festival. With each barrel golem broken, cheers had rung out around town, leaving the air with less tension than it had before. This memory would be worth keeping and sharing for years to come." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "The Dark Knight arrived at the chaotic mess. Hardly did he take it too long to walk but there was something else on the way had distracted him. However, the situation when he arrived seemed to be pressed down a lot. The barrels were just useless compared to the able fighters." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "Gitroki had little interest in the festival itself, opting to hover near Lir and the twins as a silent sentry. Once the chaos broke out, he was quick to take action, firing a few bolts into the golem charging the trio. But his attention was quickly taken by a set of familiar cries, the sight of three dwarves running from one of the animated barrels turning his blood to ice.\n\n\"Are those...? For Nonika's sake, you bastard brats!\"\nHis internal temperature seemed to rise quickly as he roared their way, angrily slinging his crossbow back and uncovering the imposing length of wood and metal. He raised it as if to aim it, squeezing the trigger as he lined up with the pursuing barrel golem.\n\nCRAAACK!!\n\n-Failure!-\n\nThe thunder of gunpowder rang out through the town square, but no impact was heard. Only the angry mutterings of a dwarven marksman, his beard now peppered with ash. The musket was slung away once more, the crossbow gripped tight as he stormed in the dwarves' direction - cursing at the top of his lungs in Ironhammer dwarvish all the while." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "The already bad day had now deteriorated into absolutely horrible.\n\nWhen one of the mercenaries called out his \"Helpful\" Advice to keep the barrel-golems pinned down, Lir grumbled, \"That was supposed to be Your Job.\"\n\nChaos once again enveloped what was supposed to have been a simple spring festival. Most of the barrel-golems now lay in pieces all over the square, but the last...\n\nLir blinked as Heidi shoved a card into Hildi's mouth. In the ten seconds before the second card slid into Hildi's mouth, Lir let his walking-stick clatter to the ground and unsheathed a dagger from his belt.\n\nLir flung the little dagger at the charging barrel-golem. The dagger thunked into the barrel-golem, piercing its wooden skin and setting it a-wobble. \n\n\"Shit,\" Lir hissed as the dagger failed to appreciably slow the barrel-golem. AC and Ecki did get it to stumble as it charged them, the whip curling round the barrel's leg and tripping it.\n\nRelieved, Lir sighed.\n\nUntil a massive explosion ripped through the air at his side, startling him so that several more rather colourful metaphors left his mouth and his scimitar clanged onto the cobble-stones. His ears began ringing whilst Gitroki cursed and rushed the three dwarves.\n\n\"Hell's bells, man, not you, too! At least learn to use that damn thing!\" Lir yelled. He scraped his scimitar off the ground and stalked after Gitroki, shoving aside a mercenary who stood watching the attendees handle the golems.\n\n\"Move!\" Lir snapped at the mercenary as he limped after Gitroki and the dwarves." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The Hoffs jumped just about outta their skins as Gitroki fired off their boomstick! They cussed loudly, rather unlike them, then looked rather sheepish as they came down from the split-second shock." }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "Hildi then crouched, ready to spring forward once again... But then stepped back as..." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "As Gitroki then Lir stalked after the dwarves, AC waved Hildi back,* \"Hang on, now that Lir and his buddy cleared out of the way... Let me blast it! Then You leap in for what I Hope Will be a finishing shot!\"\nAs the golem rolled back and forth on the ground like a turtle flipped onto its back, she sidestepped slowly, crouched as if stalking it herself, then... Leapt forthward!\nSploosh! \nWith a burst of golden-glittery watery light, AC vanished... And was replaced by a blast of high-pressure water crashing into the \|\|~~Stevo-ing~~\|\| turtling barrel golem, sending it rolling over a few times... AC reformed from the water with a swirl of that glittery-golden watery light\n\"Ok, Hildi, let's crack it!\" She leapt back over to the golem and with a leaping flippity-flip, landed hard on the golem boots first! Crack!" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "Hildi nodded, and dashed in, and near the same time as AC leapt herself for extra oomph and drove her fightin' stick hard into the wood of the barrel...\nCrack!!!\nThe golem stopped moving." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC posed for what she hoped was an awe-inspired, admiring audience, and with her free hand floofed her golden-amber, curly hair\n\"There! That's That!\"" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "Heidi stepped up by Hildi, and the two stood there flanking AC, also looking quite ready to pose." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "\"Job well done, ladies! Let's go catch up to Lir and his buddy.\"\nThe trio trotted after Lir..." }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would slightly wince as the broomstick went off,her sensitive ears hated incredibly loud noises.\n\nBefore Claire could take care of the next barrel golem ,others would be dealing with them,such as two pale twins and a golden haired lady,who'd work together to take down the final golem,while Claire wasn't adept in magic,she couldn't hate the results of said magic.As the three ladies were posing for their adoring audience Claire would race off to apprehend the troublesome dwarves,heading in their direction,dwarves had a distinct smell to them,like deer or bear,but instead of smelling musky,dwarves tended to smell like alcohol and forge smoke, so she'd be on their trail like a grey wolf chasing down a deer." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "The elf had regained his footing back upon the balcony. After rising he took up his mug of mead from its precarious position once more. Now he leaned against the railing languidly drinking of the draft. He watched AC below with her display. There was a time when he would be down there with her. Soaking in the attention, but now he enjoyed the lack thereof with a relaxed guile. The skout Crossed his mind again then. Kel wondered if he too had chanced to observe this golem fiasco as well." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "The dwarves raced through the square, knowing that at least two people were chasing them. They shot down a nearby alley, and one glanced back.\n\n\"Faster!\" He urged his companions upon seeing four others join the chase. The dwarves ran as hard as they could, but their pursuers were quickly closing the gap." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir charged alongside Gitroki as they chased the dwarves through the square and down the alley, though his stride grew more and more uneven with each step.\n\nAs he ran, he fumbled for a second dagger in his belt. He drew it, but it slipped through the three fingers of his right hand and clattered to the ground.\n\n\"Damn it!\" Lir hissed, but he kept running." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC and the Hoffs noted the speed of the dwarves, that one hunter-lady, then grumbled as Lir and Gitroki picked up speed in their own pursuit,\n\"Ok, now the chase is Really On!\"\nAnd they picked up the pace and ran!" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The Hoffs grumped as the running wore on, lifting the bottom hems of their robes a bit so as to not trip, dodging and weaving around other passers-by, be it away from the mayhem or towards it to find ways to help" }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "\"Were they the ones who set those golems up?\"" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "\"Even if they weren't, they have to be up to something or we'd not all be chasing them, right?\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "\"We'll be finding out!\" AC shook her whip threateningly as the trio tried to catch up especially to Lir! Gotta protect the Lir.\n... She glanced around furtively, wondering if Sir Jathak would be putting in another thunderous appearance this year..." }, { "author": "'Ecki', the Echidna-tail", "message": "AC's whip did a favor by reaching down to retrieve Lir's dagger for him as they passed it by. Because, helper.\n— — —" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire would notice the four other people chasing down the dwarves,so if these dwarves decided to fight instead of run they would be at severe disadvantage.\n\nClaire was tempted to throw her hammer at them but seeing as this was dwarven made it would most likely kill them if it made contact with them,so she'd just kept chasing them down,closing the gap along with the others." }, { "author": "Marshall", "message": "As Marshall was getting back from the barrel race, feeling pretty good about him self he wondered back to where him and Vasati agreed to meet if they got split up. While he's looking around for her and calling out her name the festival decends into chaos as... Barrel golems? Were reeking havok. Feeling pretty spooked by this not having much experience with magic or whatever it was like this Marshall sprinted away while looking for Sati, eventually taking cover behind one of the stalls. \n\nOnce it was seemingly over Marshall peered his head up, spotting Sati in the crowd and running up to her \"What the fuck was that?!\"" }, { "author": "Vasati Zyllana", "message": "After needing to withdraw from the barrel race, she decided to head to the bottom of the hill to wait for Marshal. She watched their progress eagerly as she made her way to the base of the hill and loudly cheered for Mars as she did. \n\nNow that she wasn't focused on her own barrel, she could see all of the antics that the participants were displaying. And Marshall running backwards on his barrel took the cake. \n\nShe got to her position at the bottom just in time to see that he was one of the winners. When he started a debate with the other winner, she just chuckled and watched them go at it. The small woman radiated magical energy, but she didn't seem violent. So she wasn't worried about protecting her love. \n\nHowever, when the sound of screaming started to echo from the town square, she tensed. She looked between Marshall and the square one more time before deciding to find out what was going on. \n\n\"He'll wait at our spot if he doesn't find me. He'll be okay if I take care of whatever is causing this chaos,\" She mumbled to herself as she darted in the direction of the square. \n\nBy the time she got to the square, there were several other fighters engaging what looked like living barrels... With arms and legs? She didn't understand what she was seeing initially, but she eventually accepted that they were some sort of wooden golems. \n\n'But who would do this?' She thought to herself as she surveyed the scene. It was clear that she wasn't needed to take care of them, so she just observed. That's when she noticed that the golems were chasing a trio of dwarves, and the crumpled form of a wizard on the opposite side of the square. \n\n'So they attacked a wizard. But not before he could defend himself,' She thought to herself. 'What if there are others?'\n\nWith that thought, she switched gears. She needed to find Mars and fast. If there were other dwarves out to cause trouble as well, he might be a target because of his participation in the games.\n\n.\nShe started to make her way to their meeting place when she saw Marshal coming out from behind a stall. Letting out a sigh of relief, she jogged to his side. \n\n\"It looks like some dwarves attacked a wizard, and the wizard made some wooden golems to chase them off. But the golems started attacking some of the festival goers. Some of the fighters in the festival have already take care of the golems. But others are chasing the dwarves responsible. Wanna follow them and find out what is going to happen to those dwarves?\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "A strange loud sound echoed from the direction of perhaps barrel fight got Severus' attention:\n\n- What on Earth...\n\nThe Dark Knight mumbled as he was doing something in an alleyway. At there, the curvy pathways led to many different directions. In the festival, there were many people who Severus did not know there and they were quite interesting. Our Knight was petting a small stunned kitty. It was lying as if it was dead due to the effect of Severus's despair Aura, but well, the Knight did not care about it much. There was no way to help it.\n\nFrom afar, shouting sound echoed as Severus stood up to see what was coming. He squinted to see things more clearly... Two dwarves. His eyes glowed up and his edge of mouth raised slightly.\n\n\"Let's see, hah.\"\n\nThe Towering Knight chuckled while the stunned cat succesfully slipped away. Intentionally, he stood right in the middle of the alleyway.\n\n\"Oh hold on... I got this...\" He quickly changed his mind and stealthily stepped back a few steps to hide in a corner that was invisible in the dwarves' point of view. That moment, he was ready for a suprise attack that no one could ever imagine that a knight would do so. That was so ridiculous that he could not hold his laugh for a short while.\n\nThen, he would just have to feel the approaching dwarves by recognising their life energy coming towards Severus' direction... And just before the could run pass the Knight's hiding spot, he would quickly jump out to catch them. And with the advantage of being a huge knight, with the support of his weight, he would hold them in place... What a great plan.\n\nThat said, he wondered what would he do if he successfully capture them... Just hand them over? Or he could do something else that might help him improving the relationship with the dwarves... That was so hard when you have to choose one side to lean to. At the end, creating our own clan was the best.\n\nAfter a short time of waiting, he could fell precisely that they were pretty close... Just as he planned, he would suprisingly jump into the to hold them as tight as possible." }, { "author": "Gitroki Magebolt", "message": "\"What!? You try makin' one o' these, man! Ain't easy t' maintain...\"\nGitroki snapped over his shoulder at Lir, firing wild shots forwards in a vain attempt to slow the dwarven trio's retreat. \n\nHe still couldn't make out who they were, not from behind and this far away... But there weren't too many youths from Hearth's Keep that had the ball-bearings big enough to flaunt the Grandmaster's decree.\n\"HEY! STOP RUNNIN', OR YER' CLAN ELDERS'LL HEAR THE WORST O' THIS!\"\nThe marksman roared, narrowing his eyes to focus on their reaction. If they were who he thought they were, the very mention of their elders finding out about this would at least make them stumble... But he didn't leave it to this, loading another bolt and surging forwards as fast as he could." }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "The dwarves moved their little legs as fast as they could with their pursuers right on their heels, when a large armoured figure suddenly appeared before them and reached out to seize them.\n\nOne of the young dwarves yelled as he found himself in the knight's gauntleted grip. The other two managed to avoid being grabbed and continued running, leaving their unfortunate comrade behind.\n\nBolts sang through the air as they ran, and they slowed for a second at Gitroki's threat. \n\nThe elders were certainly not to be trifled with.\n\nThe pause cost a second dwarf as a bolt thudded into the back of his leg. He screamed, stumbled, and fell right in front of his pursuers. \n\n\"Stop them!\" Called a voice from behind as several watchmen joined the chase. Two peeled off and approached the knight to collect the dwarf he held, and another two stopped to haul the injured dwarf to his feet. Although he wasn't badly wounded, the dwarf yelled quite a bit.\n\nThe last dwarf hemmed and hawed for a moment... Then decided to take his chances. He was the fastest of the three, and he whizzed down the alley as fast as he could. Yet his pause had given time for the pursuers to advance, and he was practically in grabbing distance of the lead runners." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"You made it? Impressive,\" Lir panted to Gitroki as they raced after the dwarves.\n\nHowever, Lir slowed as his leg grew sorer. He found himself dodging around a knight that emerged in the alleyway to grab one of the dwarves. Slipping past the knight cost him a bit more time.\n\nAs Gitroki's bolt took down a second dwarf, Lir finally dropped to one knee and drew a dagger from his boot.\n\n\"I Hate This festival,\" He growled to himself." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "Spotting Lir and Gitroki, whose bolt took down one of the miscreant dwarves, the Hoffs were waved to them by AC. The pair flanked him protectively, watching AC continue to dash ahead." }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "\"Are you ok, Sir Lir?\"" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "Hildi stood ready to help him back up!\n\"Be careful, sir!\"" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC dashed ahead in pursuit of the final dwarf! She wasn't exactly tall of stature herself, but her legs were certainly longer, and she was in rather good shape from all that dancing.\n\"Ok, you, hoooold on a second!\" And, she leapt a lovely, spinning leap — what fine form! — and twirled her whip in mid-air. As she landed she snapped her whip out to entangle the legs of that last dwarf! As he tumbled...\n\"Light 'im up, Ecki!\"" }, { "author": "'Ecki', the Echidna-tail", "message": "And the whip crackled forth a charge of electricity!\nZ-z-z-z-z-zap!\n\nThe dwarf jit-t-t-tered on the ground and slumped groggily." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "\"There. Pacified.\"\nShe stepped over and set a foot to the dwarf, flipping him on his chest — easier to keep him down, that way, and posed victoriously!\n\"There!\" She crowed, tilting up her chin and tossing her head to set her curls bouncing and gleaming in the light.\n— — —" }, { "author": "Claire Everstone", "message": "Claire was just about to catch one of them but what appeared to be a sentient set of knight armor would capture two of the rambunctious dwarves, which saved her the trouble of having to hold two dwarves,they maybe short in stature but are a crafty bunch and know how to make some great weapons and metal armor.\n\nLeaving the knight behind Claire would chase down the third dwarf, but the fair curly haired maiden would beat her to the punch,doing an elegant leap in the air,cracking a whip that launched forth a charge of electricity at the last dwarf,which hit the ground like a sack of potatoes.And of course after the take down of a foe the one who took them had to do what the youngins called \"A victory pose\".\n\n\"Good work fair haired one.\"" }, { "author": "Marshall", "message": "Marshal grabbed a broken off wooden pole and spun in like a bo-staff, nodding at Vasati* \"Yea sure fuck it, lead the way I didn't see them\" Marshall followed her after the dwarves, chuckling as he saw one get grabbed by the knight \"Why don't you grab me like that?\" He teased. As the dwarves got picked off 1 by 1 Marshall slowed down a bit, seeing there wasn't much for him to do but watch the show" }, { "author": "evespero", "message": "The Miller Dale watchmen hauled away the three young dwarves who had set off the barrel-golems, and one watchman remained to comfort the horrified elderly wizard who simply wanted to give people joy with his barrel-golems, but had been interrupted by the dwarven delinquents mucking about with his spells.\n\nFrom the gathered crowd came copious thanks and applause from the festival-goers who had caught the dwarves, or had even attempted to catch them. The crowd cheered, enjoying what they thought was a show, a silly pantomime meant to highlight and give honour and humour to last year's Ironhammer attacks, which had, in reality, been far more brutal. It even starred several Defenders! What a marvelous show!" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Gratefully, Lir took Hildi's hand. He pressed his other hand onto the side of the building to help hoist himself to his feet. \"I'm all right, my dear, but thank you.\" Hildi felt a bit of his weight as she helped him to rise.\n\nLir sheathed his scimitar. \"I need a drink,\" He mumbled as he stared at the still-ongoing festival and rested his wrist on the hilt of the sword on his right hip.\n\n\"Elsewhere,\" He murmured. He glanced over the group that had helped to stop the barrel-golems and the dwarves. \"You lot are welcome to join me, if you like.\" He limped towards the city square.\n\nBut as he strode back through the thoroughfare, Lir paused at the shattered remains of one of the barrel-golems. He bent down to scrape up a few pieces of wood, then slid them into the inner pocket of his jacket. Then, after picking his walking-stick off the ground, he headed towards the Singing Shepherd." }, { "author": "Vasati Zyllana", "message": "Vasati grinned broadly as Mars picked up a weapon. \"Of course love,\" She responded as she squatted slightly and pulled her long daggers out of their's sheaths in her boots. \n\nShe then led Marshal back to the square and in the direction that she had seen the dwarves and other people run. It didn't take long for them to catch up to the group. \n\nShe saw one of the running figures, being grabbed by the head by a hulking knight at the same time as Mars. So when she heard his comment, she blushed and chuckled. \"Don't tempt me...\" She responded, sending a meaningful look his way. \n\nAnd then she heard the screams of another dwarf and saw that they had fallen to the ground ahead of the group. That was two down, and only one to go. \n\nLastly, the woman who had been arguing with Marshal at the end of the wine barrel race lashed out her whip and caught the last dwarf. At this point, Vasati also stopped with Marshal to watch what was happening. \n\nThey watched as the watchmen collected all the captured dwarves and took them to what she assumed was the town's jail. Now that the situation was seemingly resolved, she turned back to Marshal. \n\n\"I told you the festival would be interesting,\" She said, grinning and laughing. What she didn't say was that she was relieved. For a while, the possibility of losing him had been nagging at her. But not it seemed that the storm had passed." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The twins nodded slowly, darting their eyes warily around at the milling crowds, at Lir's sentiment." }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "\"Yeah, wouldn't mind taking a load odd. Could hit up a tavern, play some cards...\"" }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "Hildi smiling lightly back at Lir, then nodding with her sister, muttering something about, \"And not just because festival-goers would have more coin on them...\"" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "Knowing they should keep by Lir, as he turned to head away from this zone of chaos, hurried after him. They peered intently at the remains of the barrel golems as well, wondering if any hints as to their construction or enchantment would remain on the shattered remains..." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC grinned at the crowd as she held her pose of victory for another long moment, then stepped aside, her whip — did it unwind itself from the dwarf without AC having to do any pulling? — being re-looped for easy carrying, then she wound it back around her waist, tucking the handle in front like a belt buckle. As the town guard hauled up the dwarf to haul 'im off to jail, ... AC couldn't help but deliver a swift kick to his hindquarters, cussin' at him.\n\"You stupid ...\" But cut herself off. Knowing she was likely more of a focus for the crowd due to also being a Defender from last year, ... Decorum!\nSo, she turned back to the crowd and tossed her hair once more,\n\"Follow, good people. I do need to follow my friends there,\" Pointing after the Hoffs and Lir, \"But once we land at a tavern, I'll put on only the best of performances! Bring your eyes, your applause and praise... And your coin!\"\nAnd she finally hurried after Lir and the Hoffs...\n— — —" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "While he was at the festival, he spotted quite a lot of interesting characters. So he would not leave this place with nothing. He did as he thought. Stealthily in his armour, he followed an impaired man (Lir) for the sake of knowing something more. But when he got to the square, Severus saw the golden hair lady who just somehow won the Barrel Race. Well speaking of that, it was somewhat strange. But he would not care about that for now. After a while of hiding, they finally moved to somewhere... And as he planned before, Severus once again suspiciously followed them." } ]	108.5	20,356
168.8125	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "A month or so after Lir's second but considerably less disastrous Spring Dawning Festival, Miller Dale thrived. Its numerous apple trees were in full leaf and beginning to blossom. Its canals filled with spring maritime traffic, bearing boats with traders and passengers all across Eluaria. The hedges and shrubs along the canals stretched out their vibrant verdance, nearly ready to burst their flowers forth. \n\nAlthough the air still chilled with the final vestiges of the fading winter, the sun shone through the few bright clouds floating across the otherwise blue sky. Whilst a bit cold, the day was otherwise light and beautiful. The hissy rumbling of many water-wheels sang throughout the city, carrying with it the scent of running water.\n\nTraders crowded the central square of the city, Palladium Park. Tea-sellers, cooks, grocers, garment-makers, and others had dragged their stalls and stands to the Park's market square, alongside the many established shoppes that already lined the square. People thronged through the Park, stopping at many of the temporary stalls and stands and wagons situated there, though Palladium Park still held room for more.\n\nLir wandered into Palladium Park, studying a small sheet of paper as he leaned on his walking-stick. His scimitars jangled against each hip. He didn't especially like carrying them, or his daggers, with him. But he understood now that Miller Dale was more dangerous than it initially presented itself to be. \n\nHardly something he had anticipated when he had first found it, but something to which he had reserved himself.\n\nLir scanned the central square to see what wares the merchants had displayed, occasionally glancing at the paper in his hand. Most moved around him.\n\nOne man glanced at him, and then disappeared into the crowds." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "The trip to Miller Dale had been rather uneventful, though the small caravan Nimue decided to travel with had made decent enough company - a few were locals from Aismir that had come out to the larger trade town to do some much needed goods swapping; along with other things.\n\nTempest was also now just big enough to also tag along, the owlet had been happy as can be when she mentioned they were going on a trip - this had been the farthest the Horned Owl had been from the Steep Woods. Their caravan group would arrive in Miller Dale just fine, overhearing the quite comical mess that played out during the recent Spring Dawning Festival - but the various stalls and merchants of Palladium Park were out in full swing with their wares.\n\nShe decided to park her own wagon just a bit aways from the others, lease to give herself and her horses, and Tempest some breathing room - once she had set herself up under the nearby shade of a oak, Nimue would get some water and feed for Tanja & Ragna. The pair began munching away, while Tempest fluttered about the wagon as Nimue set out her own wares.\n\n\"Alright Tempest, remember what I said - this isn't home so you've got be behave yourself... Don't fly off too far and no chasing after the local chickens, or the cats\" She warned the owlet, whom simply had a pouted expression." }, { "author": "Tempest", "message": "__\"Not my fault they eyeball me, and those cats are the ones that chase first!\"__ Hooted the owlet, but would calm herself when Nimue stroked her head - she'd decide to eat some of the berries on top of the wagon, keeping an eye out and taking in all the new scenery around them." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "The sight of a wagon, even off to the side, immediately sparked Lir's interest. Ignoring, for the moment, the list he held, he threaded his way through the crowds towards the plant-touched wagon that was settled beneath an oak tree, away from the main crowds.\n\nLir paused, watching the wagon-owner set out her wares as an owlet fluttered around, then settled down to eat some berries atop the wagon. As the woman continued her setup, he approached.\n\n\"Good morning, my dear,\" He smiled at Nimue. \"You've a lovely wagon, I must say.\" The man was far more swarthy than most Miller Dale residents, and a bit more mangled besides.\n\n\"Are you part of a caravan?\" He inquired." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "She'd look over and give Lir a once over before remarking \"Not apart of a given caravan, but I chose to travel with one coming from Aismir - better to travel in numbers; thats basic merchant safety there.\"\n\nIf he was trying to charm her with his words, it went over over head but he seemed decent enough - Tempest on the other hand would shoot the man a long look, munching on her berries but would stick to her spot.\n\n\"In the market for any herbs, or perhaps a potion or tonic... Have some poisons as well, though they are mild at best\" She said, motioning to a few of the open boxes that had a number of her crafted creations in them. Each one had their own label to tell which is which, but others were different by their colors alone." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Oh, I see.\" The fact that the woman wasn't part of a permanent caravan seemed to disappoint him. He nodded, though.\n\n\"Of course, it's always safer in numbers, certainly. Best to make sure you've always got different people around you. A variety of skills, and all that.\" \n\nLir paused. \"Aismir's to the northwest, right? You've come from rather a long way away, if I figure correctly.\" He failed to notice the owlet nibbling on her berries atop the wagon.\n\nAs the woman introduced her wares, he leaned forward, but frowned on the emphasis on poisons, and sighed. Not the first time he had been assumed to use those. \"No, I don't use poisons, my good woman... But what about your potions and tonics? Tell me about those, if you will.\" \n\nLir leaned against the side of the wagon, studying the jars that the woman gestured to. He focused on one or two and squinted at their labels." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"Aye its in that direction, I've made the trip a few times before - it can vary\" She'd say with a shrug \"Also the name's Nimue, and if its potions and tonics I've got these ones here depending what you might be looking for?\"\n\nShe'd pick up a Slumber Oil and explain how it was best to be used, then pointing out the Focus Tonic giving an overview of it... And then what looked to be a rather fancy once she called Tranquil Mist, explaining it to him \"...While its akin to the Slumber Oils, this one isn't likely to make you fall directly asleep. But it might guide you that way.\"\n\nShe'd look to see which of her crafts Lir might have need for, each of them could be used in different ways or manners." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Nimue? A pleasure. Velir Silivasti. Lir, please.\" \n\nHe watched Nimue show off her wares, then gently picked up the first phial she had shown him. He examined it. Whilst he didn't mean to, he toned out her explanations as he studied the labels on the bottles she pushed towards him, concentrating on the letters presented to him.\n\n\"Sumbler oil?\" Lir mumbled, reading what he thought the label said. \"What the hell is that?\" He stared at the bottle again.\n\n\"No, it's slumber, I think,\" He told himself. He raised his voice to a normal level and nodded to Nimue. \"Ah... Does this one assist with sleeping? How well does it work?\"\n\nLir examined the second phial. \"Erm... Folks? Is that what it says? Certainly not, what in the heavens could That Mean?\" He still tried speaking softly, though Nimue would likely hear him struggling to decipher the simple writings on the bottles she had shown him. \n\nThe last phial, the one scented like lavender and roses, did intrigue Lir. He looked at the label.\n\n\"What does 'Tarnquil Mits' do?\" He asked. \"You said it's like the Slumber Oils? But doesn't induce sleep? How strong is it?\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"The Slumber Oil when used can cause those effected to feel sleepy or drowsy, it works best in enclosed spaces or if the oils themselves are places directly onto the target's face where it can be better inhaled. Prolong exposer will likely cause one to fall into a semi deep sleep, but this can vary from target to target\" She would explain to him, abit slower given she just picked up on his lack of understanding.\n\nThen she moved to the Focus Tonic \"This one is called the Focus Tonic\" She'd stress and sound out the name \"Drinking this in the size I sell it will allow one's mind to be sharpened, hence better focused - but it only lasts around 10 minutes and I stress that they shouldn't be drunk one after the other. Unless you want to pass out or worse...\"\n\n\"Like its name, the Tranquil Mist is meant more to help one wind down and relax - of what studies I've done with it, it can also seem to lighten the mood within a given room. Say you're sitting among a crowd that might have various tempers, using the mist could help to calm them down... But the effects may not kick in right away.\"\n\nNimue hoped these clearer explanations would have helped Lir a bit better." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Ah. I see.\" Lir picked up the phial of slumber oil. He set it down, a bit off to the side, as something he would be looking to purchase.\n\n\"Focus Tonic,\" Lir repeated, then listened to Nimue's explanation of the potion. \"Erm, probably the last thing he needs, at least right now. Later, perhaps.\"\n\nHe listened to Nimue detail the Tranquil Mist potion. \"So that one is more for a crowd? Not for one person?\" Still, Lir slid that potion aside as well, next to the Slumber Oil.\n\n\"How strong are they?\" He asked again. \"If someone has had... Exposure to other, er, sedatives, shall we say. Will they still help?\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"The mist can be used for one person if need be, it likely work faster if just focused on one person\" She'd say in relation to his question, but his mention of other sedatives caught her a tad off guard.\n\n\"Other sedatives you say... Hmm well depending on the strength of those sedatives, the Mist could likely help to least keep that effected person calm. I assume these are for someone else?\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Indeed they would be. As for the other sedatives...\"\n\nLir pulled back and glanced around the Park furtively. They were a bit out of the way, and no one seemed to be too close, or to be paying too much attention to their conversation.\n\nStill, he leaned forward towards Nimue.\n\n\"Laudanum,\" He said softly. \"When I can get it, at any rate. Chloral occasionally as well, but that doesn't seem to have much of an effect.\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Seems he wanted to keep it hush hush, though she didn't bother to ask why, but kept her own voice somewhat low as they talked \"Laudanum is likely to be stronger for certain, but like with any sort of medcine... If abused it can simply become another drug to the body. In order to obtain the feeling they desire, they'd have to keep taking a higher amount or a stronger type of it.\"\n\nShe'd seen the aftermath of patients abusing certain herbs and even potions, it was never pretty and very hard to break them from the cycle \"If your friend is under the influence of these other medcines, the Mist might not be able to fully work until his body has be rid of the others. Mixing too many might end up making them feel worse, or nothing could work at all... How long have they been taking these other sedatives?\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"I see.\" Lir eyed the bottle, frowning. \"I was... A bit afraid of that.\"\n\nHe scratched his chin. \"I'm not entirely certain how long he's been taking it. I met him... Eight years or so ago? He was taking mostly the laudanum then, but not terribly much. A few times a week, perhaps. Then his wife passed, and he started taking it a bit more frequently. I did manage to get him weaned down for a while. We then... Ended up in a situation where we couldn't access it for maybe... Four years, I believe. So he wasn't taking it. It's been, let me see... Two years now? I think we're back up to a few teaspoonsful a week. Though there were a few months last year I wasn't able to get it at all.\" Lir sighed again.\n\n\"I'd rather none, to be honest, but it's about the only way he'll sleep somewhat soundly.\" He tapped a finger on his bicep. \"Ah, I should mention... He used to smoke it occasionally. Cannabis as well once in a while. He's not smoked at all in the last several years, though.\"\n\nLir picked up the potions again. \"Are these any safer? I get the feeling they may not be.\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"Ah so they've been in and out of using it... Seems like he's not been the kindest to his body. But considering one's life style and even loss... Its understandable.\"\n\nShe'd look over her own potions, and remark \"Many of my brews I craft with care and only the best herbs, if used how they are meant to be used\" She'd stress her words \"They can be very useful to those that might need them. Thus the Slumber Oils and Tranquil Mist might be just what your friend needs if you need him to better sleep and relax - I would recommend you try a small amount of both around him and see how it effects him.\"\n\nThat was the best advice Nimue could likely offer to Lir." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"No, he hasn't been particularly kind to himself. Though I suppose that's part and parcel of being a paladin, after all.\" \n\nLir shrugged, then examined the Slumber Oil and Tranquil Mist potions again.\n\n\"So... How should I give them to him? Does he just drink them? And are the ingredients listed on the bottles? I imagine he would want to know what is in them.\" Lir studied the label on the Tranquil Mist again.\n\n\"Are they... Can they be... Addictive?\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"No both of these potions are more or less meant be slowly burned or left out to give off their flumes, the Mist itself can placed upon parts of one's body... Like a perfume so to speak.\"\n\nTowards his question of addiction, she'd shake her head \"Nay they shouldn't become addictive, they were't made with those types of herbs - but if used too much or often the effects might not work as well when they were used the first time.\" She'd then point out the natural herbs used for both the Oils and Mist itself; in fact the Slumber Oils was used as a base for the Tranquil Mist itself.\n\n\"Is this paladin friend of yours here in town?\" She'd ask, mostly curious." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"So just uncork them and leave them on his nightstand, perhaps? That sounds rather nice. He doesn't often wear scents, but I hardly think he'll fuss about that too much.\" He studied the listed herbs Nimue pointed out, his brow furrowed in concentration at all the letters.\n\nHe reached into his waist-coat and pulled out a small bag. \"Not addictive, then? Very good. How much, my dear?\"\n\nLir gestured down the road. \"Oh yes, we're right on the coast.\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"Aye you can do that, or even dab some on a cloth and let him pat his face with it just a tad\" She suggested, getting the bottles together.\n\nNimue only asked for a few coppers for both the Oil and Mist, taking the required amount before passing the bottles over to him. \"I hope ye friend will find some better sleep, and that their health improves.\"\n\nIt was rare at times when Nimue ran into folks like Lir, but thus far he seemed like a decent fellow - least enough to look after the well being of another." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir slid the coppers, including one extra, towards Nimue and collected the two potions. \n\n\"I hope so as well.\" His voice had softened, and it trembled. \"Thank you, my good woman. I do hope this will help him. If nothing else, we've tried. I'm grateful you're here.\" \n\nLir tilted his head. \"Will you be about much longer, should I need more? Or are you off soon?\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"I won't likely be leaving Miller Dale for least a week or so, I've got much to sell and more to trade and buy\" Nimue answered him \"As for the need to buy more, should you not use either of those potions every hour of the day, they should last for perhaps two weeks at best. Again only a small amount is needed, and ye have to see if your friend's senses will event take to their effects; perhaps catch him when he's not busy or sitting down?\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Perhaps I can come by in a few days and let you know how the potions have worked. Would that be helpful, my dear?\" Lir slid the potions into an inner pocket of his jacket.\n\n\"He'll listen to me, so I shan't have any problems administering them, most likely. I'll try it first if I catch him in a calmer moment. Seems like that will be most effective.\"\n\nLir glanced around him. \"I do hope they help,\" He told Nimue. \"I... Miss him. I know he won't ever be back to how he was, but... Anyway. You've been most helpful, my good woman.\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "It was hard sometimes for her to get feedback from others on her crafts, so this could prove very helpful \"Aye I think we can make that work, I'll likely have my wagon parked here most of the time.\"\n\n\"Good luck to you and your friend, until we cross paths again\" She added, bidding him farewell as she noticed others coming by her stall. Seems like business would be steady during her visit." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Smashing!\" Said Lir as others began approaching Nimue's wagon. \"I shall be in touch, then. Thank you again, most kindly!\" He gave Nimue a gentlemanly nod, then turned away to let the next person in the queue speak to Nimue, and strode off to tend to his other daily errands.\n\n.\n\nThree days later, as he had promised, Lir returned to the little green-girded wagon in Palladium Park. It already had a few customers, so he waited patiently in the queue. Today the sky hung low and grey, and drizzle had hit Miller Dale on and off since the morning.\n\nOnce his turn came, Lir smiled at Nimue, and leaned against the wagon.\n\n\"How are you, my dear? Bit of a grey day to-day, but I've been utilizing the potions you sold me a few days ago. You wanted to know how well they worked, yes?\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "Lir would be her last likely customer that dropped by, she'd offer him a small smile and nod her head to him \"Good to see ye again Lir, aye a bit gloomy but the cool weather is comfortable given the bit of heat that has been around.\"\n\nShe'd begin to shift some of her items around to avoid them getting too wet \"Aye, what news have ye brought back? I hope the Oils and Mist helped with ye friend's condition.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir returned Nimue's smile. \"I was rather enjoying the warmth myself. Ah, well, it will return.\" He stretched his back, and it cracked softly. \"It will be nice when it does.\" He winced, then returned his attention to Nimue.\n\n\"So the potions! They didn't work as well as I had hoped, but better than I expected on account of what you said about other substances... Interfering with them. Sir Jathak does seem a bit calmer. If nothing else, he seems to enjoy the scent. I do too, to be perfectly honest.\n\n\"The Slumber Oil... It Does Help him get to sleep, to be fair, but it doesn't do much for the nightmares. Yet neither do his... Other medicines.\" Lir shrugged. \"Still, I rather think it would be a good idea to keep using them, since they do help, at least a bit.\"\n\nA new round of light drizzle started. \"Well then!\" Lir said to the rain. \"I did want to ask you, my dear, since you said they should last for a fortnight, and you'll be leaving soon, if I remember correctly. Do you think you will return around then? If not, ought I to get a bit more, assuming it will keep? Or are there other vendors that sell them, unless they're your own proprietary mixtures?\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "She'd nod her head as he spoke, explaining how things worked out - seemed they didn't have the full effect, but the fact that both had done something is least a good thing.\n\n\"At least they've done something to assist, even if its been in smaller ways than ye might have hopped - better to have done something than nothing at all\" She said.\n\n\"You're welcome to buy more of my own stock if you so wish, I don't always make trips out to Miller Dale often, perhaps once a month or once every two months - but my potions are my own creation. Though I would gather other folk versed in medicines would have items of similar features - provided they are seal correctly and stored as they should, they can last for a fairly decent while.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Precisely, my dear, and I've you to thank for that,\" Lir smiled.\n\nHe tilted his head as Nimue outlined her travels. \"Perhaps... Hmm. I think I shall get two more of each, if they'll keep for a month or two. We can put them in the cellar, if that works best. Keep them cool and dark. I gather that's important for some substances. And I shall certainly ask around in the meantime. We have tried a few others, but yours have worked best so far. I would much rather come find you when you're about again. You have got some impressive skills, darling.\"\n\nLir took a few paces back and examined Nimue's wagon. \"It really is a lovely wagon,\" He told her. \"How long have you had it?\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"Well I'm glad they've least done some good, people so foolishly think that just drinking a simple healing potion will cure all their troubles - but when they don't let their body rest to better let the potion do its work; then they'll regret it. My father would say such things many times to his patients, often gave him a headache\" She's remark with a chuckle, motioning for Lir to select any of the bottles he needed from the boxes.\n\nShe'd look over her wagon for a moment \"It was sort of a hand-me down gift so to speak, a family friend had little use for the wagon and offered it to my father. Who decided to see about fixing it up, we did a bit of traveling in it together before he passed away - though my Grandmother and I have the family clinic in Aismir, the wagon has proved useful whenever I've needed to travel out. It went through quite alot when I was traveling parts of Ostia the year before.\"\n\nHer two horses, of whom were taking a nap, snorted in their sleep of which she rolled her eyes at a tad \"Though its likely due for a bit of a fix up here and there, I've found that Miller Dale has good craftsmen for that sort of work.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir took one each of the Slumber Oil and the Tranquil Mist, then pulled out his coins.\n\n\"Indeed, that's what we've been trying to do. A bit hard, especially during the Spring Dawning Festival. Tends to get a touch rowdy here at that time.\" He slid the coins to Nimue. \"Still, Miller Dale's otherwise a nice city. Generally quiet. Excellent craftsman, as you said.\"\n\nLir studied the wagon. \"It's been through a lot, then! Looks in good shape still. They last a while, if they're well-built and maintained. You've been taking good care of her.\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"Aye, I heard this year's festival had a bit of trouble, but it wasn't as terrible as the one the year prior... Hopefully it doesn't become a trial of sorts for Dwarves from the mountains to come down and make a mess of things\" She remarked, recalling what she had heard about the festival itself. She took the coins from him, tucking them away.\n\n\"Have ye thought about traveling to the White Water Springs up in the Voldur Peaks?\" She'd ask \"The hot springs there are sure to relax any visitor, and the region is fairly quiet - I've gone a few times myself, and I'm hardly ever been disappointed.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir sighed. \"It was troublesome. But it certainly wasn't as awful as last year's. People... People died. Or got terribly hurt. This year wasn't nearly as bad. Attendees had to handle the bloody dwarves. The mayor even hired extra security, which turned out to be utterly useless. I've a terrible feeling I could walk up to a watchman, strike them in the face, and saunter away unassailed.\" His words degraded into a disgruntled grumble.\n\n\"They Certainly Do like keeping an eye on us, however. Yet that seems to be the way of things. It Is Nice to... Ah, that's another story.\" Lir tucked the purchased potions away and stroked his goatee as Nimue spoke of the Voldur Peaks.\n\n\"Hot springs there, you say? That may be something to look into if Sir Jathak is ever well enough to travel. There's a few spas here in town, though I've not yet been myself. What are they like? I've never been to one.\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"Aye, things were a mess last year - and even I would be concerned about guards acting like that...\" She remarked in agreement.\n\n\"The White Water Springs is a bit of a ways to travel, but the springs themselves have special healing properties - least whenever I've gone, I've often felt much better than when I first arrived there. Its nestled in a bowl valley of sorts in the Voldur Peaks, its a beautiful place to visit as of now - during the winters it can be perhaps too cold than what is likely is right now.\"\n\nShe'd explain how the small springs was run by a small group, it wasn't anything large but they could offer travelers simple meals - thus she remarked one should bring their own food." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"It was certainly a great mess, in more ways than one,\" Lir agreed. \"So... I suppose my suggestion to you here is not to expect much help from the Miller Dale watch should you find yourself in trouble. You might likely have to handle things yourself. \n\n\"On the other hand, apart from the festivals garnering some unwanted violent attention, it is usually quiet here. I mean, of course there are darker parts of the town, but no large settlement is free of those.\" \n\nThe rain around them continued at a steady drizzle with a few raindrops falling here and there. Although the drizzle did drive a few people indoors, many others had little issue with the light rain.\n\n\"Do the springs help with physical healing or mental? Or both. Both would be lovely. And are they... Deep at all? I'm not the best swimmer, I'm afraid.\"\n\nLir smiled at the last bit. \"I of course would bring food. The food here is... Well, it is bland, to put it kindly.\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"I'm quite able to handle myself, else I wouldn't have attempted to travel parts of Ostia myself - but I did get lucky a few times when I met up with other traveling caravans...\"\n\nShe'd ponder for a moment \"I would say the waters are more on the physical side of healing, but I can also add that mentally one will feel quite refreshed and even relaxed after bathing in warm water. And no they aren't fairly deep, some parts are for standing but much of it one can sit and the water comes up to about... One's shoulders or just below their necks.\"\n\nShe'd give him a look over once more \"For one like yourself, I would say it might come up below your shoulders - depending on your position in the springs.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Ah! Excellent then, my good lady. I have found that being able to handle oneself here is a tad more difficult than I'm used to. For me at least.\" Lir shifted his weight from one foot to the other. \"You must have some unseen powers, then? That tracks with most I've encountered here. Magic, and that sort.\" Nimue might clock a slight shiver in the man, which subsided quickly.\n\nLir pondered Nimue's description of the waters in the Voldur Peaks. \"Up to my shoulders? Oh, that wouldn't be bad at all. And I think I would like a soak in warm water that isn't a wooden tub. Er... Do you know if they would allow warhorses in the springs?\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"Oh I was raised in the Steep Woods, so yes I know some magic from the local Wood Elves there and a few others - one must know how handle themselves whenever they choose to travel. World's not always a safe place, and sad as it is to say...\" She'd sigh with a shake of her head.\n\n\"War horses?\" She'd arch a high brow \"No I don't believe they allow such animals into the springs directly, but one could bucket the water itself and wash their animals? That would be my best guess to that question...\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir listened to Nimue explain her upbringing in the Steep Woods. \"I see,\" He said, though he didn't entirely. \n\n\"I mean, that's why my people travel in caravans. It generally isn't safe for us to remain in one place for too long.\" Lir frowned. \"We haven't any magic, and the world is dangerous.\" He stood silent for a few moments, listening to the light patter of the rain. \n\n\"Nowhere is very safe, is it? No matter where you end up.\" Lir suddenly seemed to find the ground incredibly fascinating. \"I suppose if you've access to magic, it would be a bit easier to defend yourself.\"\n\nHis normally jocular countenance had been rapidly darkening as they moved along this line of discussion. \n\nIt took him a few moments to process Nimue's description of bathhouses for horses, and, after a moment, he managed a weak grin.\n\n\"No, I suppose that would be silly to most people. They're not used to those types of warhorses. Though I imagine a bucket-wash could be arranged for Kyre.\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"Aye, tis a darken thought we all carry... But its up to people to decide how they shall live\" She remarked, casting a look up at the cloudy sky - and for a moment seeing the cloud part in some ways. \"To live safe and unaware... I often think that can be the most dangerous path.\"\n\nShe'd shuffled around her boxes for a moment, her tone shifting to another topic \"Well if you and your friend do managed to make it out to the springs, perhaps ye both can visit Aismir itself? While the city isn't filled with merchants like Miller Dale, we do like to boast that we have the better sense of homely comforts.\"\n\nShe'd remark with a chuckle." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"You may well be right, at that,\" Lir replied. \"Better not to be terribly sheltered.\"\n\nHe looked up at Nimue again. \"I have heard Aismir is a lovely place. Perhaps we ought to go there when we can.\" He did tilt his head at the mention of Aismir's amenities.\n\n\"A 'better sense of homely comforts,' you say? How do you mean, precisely, darling?\" He took the minor jibe at his newly-adopted hometown as a bit of a friendly challenge as he perked up." }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "She'd smirk at him \"For a long time Aismir was known as the home of 'wild folk' due to our history as warriors - there's hardly reason in denying it as its still a source of pride for the locals. Yet for all our resilience, we became a home to others who might not have had the chance to taste such comforts - though I can admit Miller Dale's location just near the sea does grant it the bounty of trade, doesn't likely get as cold.\"\n\n\"For me, that sense of comfort lies in the surrounding nature - a trait Miller Dale shares with her groves and farmlands - I can agree that the crops here taste better; easier to grow in these parts than around the Steep Woods.\"\n\nShe'd then glance to him \"You've already talked up Miller Dale here, though what do ye like best about this place? Least when there isn't drama happening.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Ah. A city of warriors. Hmm.\" He stared at his fingernails in thought for a moment.\n\n\"I'm quite glad that Miller Dale doesn't get Too Terribly cold, though I know Sir Jathak would disagree with that. We do have snow. Makes my joints creak a bit. His as well.\" Lir laughed. \"Dead of winter, and we sound like a crackling fire whenever we move.\"\n\nLir waved at Palladium Park in general. \"I must admit, it Is Nice to not be constantly accosted by the town watch. And Miller Dale is a lovely place–the canals are spectacular to look at, even if I don't use them. It's pretty now, but all the flowers blooming are spectacular in summer. Plenty of apples and other crops in fall. We do have a bit of farmland we have probably got to get up and running.\n\n\"The trade is useful, especially since most establishments here think 'spice' means 'slightly more pepper than usual.' At least I can get them. The taverns are rather welcoming; I do like the Singing Shepherd. There's Palladium Park here, of course, and I've seen a couple shows at the Amethyst Theatre. I recommend it, if you've the chance. Overall, the people here are friendly, but it sounds as though they are in Aismir as well. I think, if we can travel a bit, we ought to see it. It sounds like a fine city.\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"Aye, Miller Dale has more of the things to offer someone - while Aismir or more for those that don't mind the wild outdoors - there is the famed The Battle School of Aismir.\"\n\nShe did have a chuckle at the mention of their joints, that was a familiar sound even back home with some of the elderly.\n\n\"So what do ye do for work Lir? Do ye and your friend work in and around this region?\" She'd ask, though one gathered there would be likely more jobs around these parts if anything. Travelers always came and went." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Battle school, eh?\" Lir tilted his head. \"That does sound interesting. Have you participated in it, then?\"\n\nThe clouds had stopped dripping for the moment but still hung low and grey over the town.\n\n\"Ah, as for me? I take care of Sir Jathak, for the time being. I'm his chamberlain, you could say. He's...\" Lir's pause was long and thoughtful.\n\n\"He's largely retired, at the moment. He did... Erm, well, that was last year. Certainly he has got a few things he might like to do, if he gets better.\"\n\nLir scratched his chin. \"So your family runs a clinic in Aismir? How long have you done so?\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"I've only visited to bring supplies or assist with the other healers at the school, surprisingly they often always need healers... But it wouldn't be called a Battle School for nothing.\"\n\nAt that moment, Tempest would come flying out from the wagon, landing on Nimue's shoulder and nuzzling against her \"Yes yes, I can see that you're ready to eat, ye wee feathered gremlin\" She muttered, stroking the owlet.\n\n\"Aye, the clinic is more of less our family home turned into a business - its been in my father's family for a handful of generations - but its one of many healer houses in the city. We're located just a bit outside the city itself, closer to the woods themselves - mostly due to the farm animals we have around.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"It does sound like a lovely location, and one we might like to visit,\" Lir agreed, though the owlet's appearance startled him as it suddenly fluttered down and onto Nimue's shoulder. He had taken a step back before realizing he had done so. However, he relaxed as the owlet cuddled Nimue.\n\nSmiling, Lir said, \"Ah, but I've taken too much of your time already; your tiny friend seems to want your attention.\" Though he tilted his head at Nimue as she spoke.\n\n\"Your accent reminds me a bit of Sir Jathak's... When he still spoke, at any rate.\" His voice had softened, then he cleared his throat.\n\n\"At any rate, madam, thank you ever so much for your help. It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I do hope I'll see you when you come round again? I would be happy to help you around Miller Dale on your next visit, if you like.\"" }, { "author": "degNimue Reubendeg", "message": "\"Aye, I'm sure we'll cross paths again Lir\" She remarked with a nod of her head, while the owlet seemed to give him a side eye look.\n\n\"I wish you and Sir Jathak all the best, and may his own health get better as well.\"\n\nNimue would bid Lir farewell before she returned to the inside of her wagon, preparing Tempest's meal as the owlet hooted about - of which Nimue would just shake her head at." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"And I hope you keep your own health, my darling.\" Lir smiled. \"Thank you for all your help. It has truly been a pleasure. May the roads be kind to your wheels.\"" } ]	158	8,103
251.925926	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Spring had arrived in Miller Dale. Greenery flourished; hedges and trees budded. The winds blew gentle and a bit cool, and the sun shone lazily through the clouds in the sky.\n\nBoats with products and people busied Miller Dale's canals, and many of them found docking near Palladium Park, with its plethora of vendors. Weapons and silks, spices and scents, and delicacies of many kinds from all across Eluaria could be found in the stalls and shops that dotted the Park.\n\nLir, as he often liked to do, wandered through Palladium Park with his walking-stick in one hand. He hummed to himself as he strolled (though a close listen would reveal that he was somewhat out of tune). Some people waved to him, and he was more than happy to wave back, though one or two turned away when they saw that he had put his septum ring in today. A few simply showed him their backs entirely.\n\nDespite the generally amiable atmosphere in Miller Dale, Lir no longer felt comfortable leaving the house unarmed, and so he did have his scimitars clearly on his person, and probably some daggers besides. Still, he enjoyed wandering through his new hometown, and, as usual, he had a mission.\n\nToday, he was looking for flowers." }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "A merchant vessel laden with heavy textiles and furs docks along one of the canals in line with many other such boats. Sails are furled and a simple bell rings out for the crew to lower the gang plank so unloading can begin. Cy is hardly handy when it comes to heavy lifting so she flits to the quartermaster to pick up her meager pay. Most of the coin gets stowed away in various hidden pockets sewn in the lining of her satchel while the rest is slipped into a few pockets in her rather flouncy pants.\n\nShe skips the plank all together instead choosing to fly over the side to the walkway. Feet never touching the ground she weaves her way through the crowds toward Palladium Park. There are likely a few startled gasps along the way but she doesn't pay them much mind. The proximity to the Lilac Wood should mean she's not too terribly much of a novelty here. Surely there are fey creatures more unusual than her non-fey self.\n\nThe scents of the market reach Cy before it is visible. She smiles a broad, excited grin flying up over a particularly slow bit of foot traffic congestion. A gentle breeze makes the flight go a little off course but she still manages to get a clear view of the market. Licking her lips Cy dive towards a cluster of fruit stands, flipping up so her feet come down first as she slides in line for some sort of spicy roasted something.\n\nHer pack thumps against the sheathed kopesh swords strapped upside down on her back, knocking her forward a bit at the sudden stop she has to make to not land right atop of someone just stepping into line.* \"Oh! Pardon. I didn't see you stepping up.\" She smiles and gets a confused look from the other patron. Soon though Cy has purchased a sticky grilled fruit on a stick and drifts on to another stall.\n\nA shock of bright colors and unfamiliar blooms catches Cy's attention. Fruit stick in hand she flits from one bundle of flowers to the next. \"These are glorious. I've never seen the like.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "As her feet never touched the ground, the sylph's help with the cargo hastened the unloading process, so she received a few extra coins here and there for her efficiency.\n\nIndeed, whilst the sylph received several curious looks as she floated through Palladium Park, the majority of the crowd ignored her. Still, a few people regarded her with, for the most part, wonder. One or two turned away in trepidation, but there are always those sorts.\n\nThe patron in line nodded to Cy, and the vendor sold her a skewer of grilled apples and pears in a sweet sticky warm maple sauce topped with sugar and just a bit of chile, a lovely concoction.\n\nLir, too, milled around the flats of colourful flowers that had sprung up. Blues, pinks, purples, reds, oranges, and various variegated blooms sat in carts and on tables, soaking up the sun. He perused the flowers, ordering several roses, and one flat of lilies and one of bluebells before nearly colliding with a floating sylph with her grilled fruit skewer.\n\n\"Oh, I beg your pardon, darling,\" He started as he nodded his head... Then realized that the sylph's feet were floating off the ground.\n\n\"You are, er, floating, my dear,\" Lir said." }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "Completely engrossed in her examination of some large orange blossoms she's unfamiliar with Cy doesn't immediately clock someone getting so close. She lets out a soft 'oof' at the bump and there's a wild moment she nearly loses her skewer. It flips out of her hand up into the air, tilting forward the point seems on a trajectory to stake right to the ground but in a whirlwind of busy hands Cy manages to snatch it and return the fruit snack into the safety of her grasp. The whole foible sets her to laughing and she looks up at the taller man who'd been the catalyst.\n\n\"It's alright I really should have been minding myself better. Especially in a new city.\" She rolls her wrist, checking her hand to make certain there is no sticky fruit syrup on it before holding it out to the man in greeting. \"I am floating.\" Cy smiles and adds a friendly wink while her hand remains proffered for shaking. \"It's a bad habit of mine. Well spotted and well met sir...?\" Her gaze quickly sizes the man up taking note of his swords and missing eye. Her own curved blades are easy enough to spot holstered on her back in their sheaths though she likely looks about as intimidating as a kitten." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir watched the sylph's hands flutter about to rescue her fruit skewer from the impending doom of landing on the ground. He blinked as the sylph began giggling and raised a brow.\n\n\"No, my fault entirely,\" He told her. \"I don't see as well these days,\" He admitted.\n\nHe studied the sylph, eyeing the pale nebulous mist that appeared to make up the young woman's hair.\n\nLir did take the outstretched hand... And completely misconstrued the sylph's words. \"Erm, Floating, you said? Charmed. An apt name, it seems. Velir Silivasti. Lir, please.\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "Cy's whole self bobs up and down counter to the motion of the handshake, the result leaving her a few more inches higher than she was before. Her smile spreads becoming a crooked, amused grin. \"It would be apt.\" She laughs and gives her head a little shake taking back her hand.\n\n\"Very nice to meet you Lir. My name is actually Cy. Just Cy, no house name.\" She continues to grin and float in place, drifting slightly to the side to get out of someone's way. \"I just arrived. I don't suppose you have any recommendations on things to do around here do ya?\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "With the missing fingers on his right hand, Lir's handshake was not as firm as most, and he was happy to release his grip quickly. Realizing his mistake with the sylph's name, he pressed his lips together.\n\n\"Oh, my dear girl, my apologies. Cy, then, it is.\" He shuffled back a step, both out of embarrassment and out of a bit of fear, as Cy now floated a little higher than she had previously.\n\n\"Well, darling, there is rather a lot to do here. It depends on what you're interested in, really. There's shopping, taverns, eateries, a grand theatre, a spa... Canal tours, if you like that sort of thing. A gazette, too, which reminds me, I've got to pick up the latest one.\" He scratched his head and eyed the swords on her back. \n\n\"I imagine there might be others looking for fighters, yet I'm hardly a part of that realm myself.\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "Perhaps noting that her raised position seems to be unsettling the man Cy lowers so that her feet are just barely floating above the ground. She laughs at the little misunderstanding of her name and gives her head a little shake. \"No apologies needed. I found it a fun mix up.\" \n\nShe listens with a tilted head and lopsided smile to the list of things to do. Her eyes widen at the mention of the theatre. \"A theatre! Wonderful! I will have to spend time there. I do so love entertainment. I'm a bit of a performer myself, if it comes to it. More than fighting.\" Cy reaches a hand behind her over her shoulder to tap one of the sheathes. \"I can fight, mind you. It'd be crazy bold to walk around with these and not know how but I'd rather perform with them than fight any day.\" Lowering her hand she looks around the market with a curious expression. \"A gazette sounds incredibly handy. I've no notion about anything going on in this part of the world.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir nodded to the young sylph. \"Well, thank you for humoring me, my dear.\" Cy's drifting closer to the ground did seem to mollify him a bit, though the floating cloud-haired maiden before him did still cause him a bit of consternation.\n\nHe canted his head at the sylph and managed a smile. \"I tended more towards... Erm, 'performing' myself in my youth, though not as much these days. It's not terribly useful in combat, sword-dancing, but it's better than nothing at all. Goodness, I must have been your age last I did it regularly.\" \n\nLir turned around to look at a well-populated alley. \"There's a bookseller down that road. They usually have the gazette soon after it's distributed. I understand it has got quite a lot of information about recent goings-on.\" He gestured towards the road. \"Shall we, my dear?\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "\"Hmm very true. I just try to get fights over with as quick as I can. Enough of that though! Yes, please lead the way.\" Cy grins and goes through the motions of walking even if her feet aren't on the ground. It generally settles people more if she at least presents like a typical human in behavior. \n\n\"So you danced swords too, huh?\" She looks the fellow up and down then gives a nod. \"Yeah, I think I can see it. If you have any styles or tricks to share I'm always open to learning more.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Cy's \"Walking\" At his side still meant Lir's muscles remained tensed as they made their way towards the bookseller. The populace moving around them largely ignored them.\n\n\"I did. I was a very young man, then, darling. Erm... I might remember a few moves, I suppose. I did end up learning how to actually use the swords, eventually.\" He forced a smile, yet this conversation appeared to be unnerving Lir even more, despite the two swords he himself carried and despite the easy grace with which he moved... Well, for a human of his age, at any rate.\n\nLir paused outside a shop that flew a banner bearing an open book. \"This is it,\" He told Cy." }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "Well there's only so much she can do to put people at ease. Sure, she could actually walk on the ground but also that grates at her very being so selfishness wins for now and she continues to faux walk along with Lir. \"If you don't fancy telling me any tricks that's quite alright. Always more to learn from those willing to teach.\" Cy laughs and lets out a long sigh. Shame he wasn't going to be a teacher but she supposed that would be far to serendipitous. \n\nLookup up at the banner just fluttering in a small breeze Cy nods. \"So it is! How very apt the banner is. I suppose I'll just find one of these gazettes then.\" Rubbing the back of her neck with one hand and reaching for the door with the other. \"Might not hurt to pick up a few tales while I'm here. Always enjoy an epic story or two.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Goodness, my dear, I seem to have forgotten my manners to-day. I certainly didn't mean that, only that there's a time and place for such things. Definitely not in the middle of a busy town, and most assuredly not in a bookstore. I hardly know what you do know, of course, so we would have to start there to see if I could even show you anything useful.\"\n\nLir's walking-stick tapped the cobblestones as he approached the bookstore. \"Ah, yes. Stories are quite lovely, especially when they're told well.\" While his voice was mostly chipper, his tone had an underlying bit of trepidation.\n\nThe written word had never been terribly friendly to him.\n\nLir opened the door to the bookshop and gestured inside. \"After you, darling.\"\n\nA few patrons muddled around the stacks, and a stand near the front desk was devoted to displaying copies of the seventh edition of Madame Yenasha's Plumage Gazette. Behind them were a few pickings of previous editions.\n\nSections ranged from fictional tales to works on the history of Eluaria, manuals for professions, and even a small section of magical tomes." }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "Cy hums pleasantly and shakes her head at the seeming distress or discomfort Lir seems to display.* \"No, I don't think you're being unmannerly. I guess it just seemed you weren't keen on the idea in general not so much that we were in the middle of a market.\" She offers what she hopes come across as a warm smile and steps into the building.\n\n \"Depending on who I'm traveling with it can be handy to have a little collection of stories. Sometimes you really luck out and get a hand to heart storyteller along with a caravan but usually it's just folks that know a few tales. A little anthology is always welcome for when it's the latter.\" Cy looks over her shoulder at Lir then moves to start looking through the books. She does pause by the Gazettes to pick up the ones available.\n\nThe books on magic do catch her attention but that sort of thing she knows she does better when taught then trying to read it. Not wanting to make the shopkeeper nervous about her intent to pay for her purchases Cy is quick to queue up with a book and the broadsheets, already digging in her various pockets for the coin to pay. She might look around more after the purchase but being new in town it seemed a good idea to not delay in payment." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Well, my dear, youth isn't on my side anymore. I might remember a few things, yet it's been a while. We can discuss that elsewhere.\" After Cy floated through the doorway, he followed her, gently shutting the door behind them. Her warm smile appeared to calm him a bit.\n\n\"Caravans generally have the best stories,\" Lir agreed. \"Not many books, at least not in mine. Heavy to carry.\" That statement might well give some insight to the discomfort he felt in the bookstore. Still, he went to the stand and plucked out the most recent copy of the gazette. He smiled as Cy grabbed as many editions as she could.\n\nThe tired half-elf at the front desk took Cy's coins for the book and pamphlets, then gestured to Lir. Lir slid a few coppers to the steward before slipping the little pamphlet into his waist-coat.\n\n\"What have you gotten there, darling?\" He asked the sylph after they had made their purchases." }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "\"That'd be great if you're up for it.\" Cy nods enthusiastically about the caravans. \"They really do. Even when there's not a proper tale teller on hand. Usually not too many books, that's true. I try to pick on up when I'm in a town then trade it off after I read it. No way I could carry around more than one or maybe two.\" \n\nShe drifts to the side after paying for her items and carefully folds away the gazettes into her satchel to read over later. When asked about her book she holds it up, flipping open the cover to the title page to reveal a quaintly decorated title page. \"Seven sons of Sven. A collection of tales from across Eluaria,\" She reads aloud then gives a little shrug looking back to Lir. \"Never heard of any of it but it seems like a good time.\" Cy closes the green covered book and holds it out should the man like to look at it himself." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Well, I certainly could use the practice myself. Let's see what we can manage, in a bit.\"\n\nLir raised a brow. \"A caravan not having even one decent storyteller? I would say not, but the caravans here tend to be frequently blended. Nearly all of us could tell a decent story.\"\n\nLir studied the green book that Cy showed him and tried to sound out the letters. \"Sven... Sons of Sven. Sven's a fine name. Or... Wait, one of those words is 'even,' perhaps? Yes. Even and seven. Or eleven.\" (None of the words on the book Cy showed him was 'even' or 'eleven.') He nodded. \"It... Seems all right, I suppose? Something at least worth a read?\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "The realization that she'd missed several clues that perhaps Lir was not quite literate Cy blushes, a dusting of lavender across her cheeks and nose. Not wanting to draw more attention than she already rudely had Cy nods and closes the book. \"Yeah, I think it will be a nice read. Something for the quite hours anyway. If I'm lucky something worth retelling later.\" \n\nCy busies herself putting away the book until she's fairly sure her flush has faded. \"How long did you travel with caravans? Did you travel very far? I've only recently found my way out of Ostia.\" She makes sure she floats out of the way of any other shoppers and her volume just at a level Lir can hear her but she hopefully doesn't disturb the calm of the shop." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"It seems like it may; I've not heard of any of those tales myself. You may have to enlighten me once you've read them.\" Lir strode towards the door of the bookshop.\n\n\"I suppose, I do, erm, need a bit of practice on my reading,\" He admitted. \"That... That wasn't at all what it said, was it?\" He sighed. \"Ah, well. I get words mixed up frightfully often.\"\n\nThe other shoppers, despite one or two curious glances, hardly seemed disturbed at Cy's floating about.\n\nAt the question about caravans, Lir laughed. \"Oh, my dear, I was born in one, and lived in it most of my life. We went... Here and there.\"\n\nLir pulled open the door to the shop. \"And you, my dear? You were born in Ostia, you said?\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "Cy follows Lir out back into the open air of the town. The shift from the scent of paper and ink to flowers and sea breeze distracting the sylph. The suggestion she might tell Lir of the stories in the books takes a moment to register. \"Hm? Oh! I'd really like that if you don't mind my company again.\" \n\nShe offers a kind smile at his admission. \"You weren't very off. Seven sons of Sven. You'd the core of it!\" Cy hopes that's encouraging but is more than amendable to moving to another subject. Her eyebrows raise and her hands excitedly come together just over her chest. She forgets for a moment that her floating causes Lir some discomfort and flits up off the ground closer to eye level with the taller man. \"You were! That's marvelous!\" The airy woman truly seems enamored by the notion of being a life long caravanner. \"You must have seen so many things and met just about every kind of person.\" \n\nSuddenly remembering she should be pretending to walk Cy raises a hand to brush back a tendril of her cloudy hair while letting out a short, nervous chuckle before lowering herself to resume her play at being more typical. \"I'm from Ostia, yes. My first memories are from there as a child. I didn't begin traveling with merchants and the like until about three year ago and only left Ostia this past season or so. The passes in the Dragonclaw mountains were particularly interesting... Almost harrowing really. So many attempted raids...\" It is her turn to sigh and look uneasy. This is very short lived though as Cy gives her head a little shake and a wide smile breaks across her face as she looks up toward Lir. \"The boat ride down to Miller Dale was lovely though. The coast is in bloom and so very green. I can see why someone would settle here after a live well traveled.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Certainly,\" Lir agreed as they stepped out of the bookshop. He stood for a moment, considering where might be a safe place in town to swing their swords about for a bit. \n\nAs Cy floated up in excitement to meet him at eye-level, Lir raised his brows, yet managed, this time, not to step back. He cleared his throat.\n\n\"Well... Yes. I have met quite a few sorts, though not as varied as here.\" He pressed his lips together. \"Anyone who's done a bit of travel likely has. I'm sure you have yourself, my dear? Even in just the three years?\" He paused.\n\n\"Raids are... Never kind. I'm sorry you had to face them, darling.\"\n\nLir began ambling towards the apple orchard, his walking-stick stick gently clacking against the cobblestones. He shuddered as Cy mentioned her maritime passage.\n\n\"We came by sea as well. A wagon is just dandy; simply a bit bumpy and jostly, if the road is in disrepair. A ship, though? I avoid those unless I've no other choice. I get awfully seasick.\"\n\nAs they passed through crowds and along the canals, Lir nodded. \"It is rather beautiful. Bit cold in the winter, you see, but the spring and summer make up for it.\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "\"I've met plenty, certainly. More every day. Once I met a mothkin in the heart of the Golden Fields and that was just before leaving Ostia. I take that to mean there's always more out there even if I think I've seen it all. I like to be open to learning more.\" Cy laughs and lets out a heavy sigh \"Can you imagine how drab it would be to think you already knew all there was to know? How boring.\"\n\nShe lets the bit about the raids pass without more commentary. Walking the lovely streets in spring time was hardly the place to speak of such messy and unpleasant things. \"The boat did take me a bit to get used to... Even with my, um, floating.\"\n\nHappily following along Cy quite frequently got distracted by the people they passed and the small boats in the canal. She very much had to reign in her impulses to fly off and look at this or that. Birds, flowers, interesting shops, all of it pulling at her attention. \"I imagine even the winter here is it's own kind of beautiful though.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Ah, well, there's always the particular safety of knowing what to expect. I suppose novelty is engaging for a lot of people.\"\n\nHe tilted his head and furrowed his brows. \"A... Mothkin? Goodness, I've not encountered one myself yet.\"\n\nAs they walked, Lir pondered. \"I didn't think of that. You could float a bit above the deck, yes? And save yourself the rocking back and forth. That Would Be useful.\"\n\nHe hardly seemed put out by Cy's frequent distractions, slowing his pace a bit to let her take in this and that. He had nowhere to be urgently, after all. Several people were happy to wave at them, an elderly tea-seller hawked her wares, a few bright red birds fluttered around the apple trees. \n\n\"It is. The snow Is Lovely, even if it's freezing. Yet clearing the walks isn't terribly pleasant.\"\n\nLir laughed. \"I'm not overfond of winter, my dear, in case you couldn't tell.\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "\"I honestly hadn't thought of it that way.\" Cy looks thoughtful and files that away. \"That does add some perspective.\" Nodding at the rarity of the mothkin Cy elaborates a little \"Mhm. About this tall.\" She gestures above her head though not quite so high as Lir is tall. \"With wings though he didn't fly often. They live off honey and fruit juice.\" What she doesn't mention is their gift of arcane sight, leaving it to the moths to divulge that if they wish. \n\n\"It took a bit to get used to the motion of the boat in relation to my floating. Having the 'floor' constantly dipping was still visually stomach churning at times.\" Flitting between the vendors and over to the trees Cy flies up to get a better look at the red birds. She doesn't get so close as to spook them but does try to mimic their bird song with a whistle. Grinning broadly she returns to Lir's side again remembering to appear to walk. \"Lovely creatures, birds. Do they stick around in winter? That alone would be reason enough not to be overly keen on the cold months. I'm not much of a fan of being cold myself though rather than than too hot.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir listened to Cy's explanation of what the mothkin had been like... Its height, its flight, its diet.\n\n\"Interesting, indeed.\" Lir tapped the pommel of the scimitar at his right hip as the two of them passed through the town. \"I shall keep that in mind, my dear, should I ever meet one. Did it seem amiable? Was that the first one you had ever encountered?\"\n\nLir sighed, remembering again the throes of the ship he had been forced to travel on. \"I Do Hate it when the ground surges so. Fortunate that you avoided at least most of that unpleasantness, darling.\"\n\nLir kept his unhurried pace as Cy flitted about, keeping his eye on the young sylph as she explored her surroundings.\n\n\"The birds? A few of them do. At least the red ones, the cardinals, are often still about in the winter. Some species of sparrows, starlings, doves, some wild fowl, as well. Hawks and gulls, too.\" They neared Miller Dale's main apple orchard now, with its enticing lazy paths.\n\n\"There are the pine trees, so there's still some greenery when the weather chills. You've got to wear layers in the winter, though, my dear, to keep the cold at bay. Oh, and put towels by the windows, else the seawater gets inside and freezes. Bit annoying to clear up.\"\n\nAlthough the trees had just barely begun to bud, they still spread their green over the orchard. People walked along the paths that Lir and Cy did, strolling happily. Several families had picnic spreads under the trees in the shade, enjoying the beautiful weather.\n\n\"I would rather be too hot myself.\" Lir spun his walking-stick a few times. \"Even now, it's a touch chilly for me. Though to each one's own!\"\n\nLir began scouring the orchard for an open-enough area.\n\n\"Ah, darling, may I assume your weapons are battle-ready, and not strictly for performance?\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "\"We have cardinals back in Ostia but I swear they aren't this red.\" Cy remarks as she returns from one of her quick looks. As to the moth her commentary is far more neutral. \"Ah, he was very earnest about being able to leave his farm. I'm sure he is doing well.\" Her gaze travels skyward at the mention of hawks. She was always a little jealous of how high they could fly with so little issue but also enjoyed watching any larger bird soar. None were currently visible though so her attention was pulled back earthwards.\n\nGrinning at the flourish of the walking stick Cy raises an eyebrow. \"I suppose so! Though honestly I'd rather not be either too hot or too cold. Not all the time anyway. I don't mind either so much as long as it's passing and means I'm traveling somewhere interesting.\" While they made their way into the orchard Cy was sure to offer friendly finger waves to families and others strolling about. It was her thought that it rarely hurt to be a little extra pleasant when first arriving in a new town.\n\nLir's question did catch her off guard, confusing her for a moment. \"What?\" Reaching behind herself she touches the hilt of her swords causing the ribbons to start to wrap around her wrists. \"Yes... Both! I mean, I can fight with them now yes. What did you have in mind?\" Releasing the hilts and letting the ribbons retract Cy moves her hands to her hips, looping her thumbs casually into the waist of her flouncy pants." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"That's good, for your mothkin friend. Assuming he wants to leave his farm, and isn't being told to. I do hope he is doing what he wishes.\" Lir followed Cy's gaze skyward. Whilst no hawks appeared above them, a few calling gulls did.\n\n\"Ah, well, my darling, the weather is never completely fine for everyone.\" He rested the walking stick on his shoulder.\n\nAt her little waves to the various members of the populace, Cy received several waves back, as well as a few smiles. \n\nWhilst they passed along the roads, Cy's response to Lir's question about her weapons by releasing the swords at her back now did make the man stride several steps away from her.\n\n\"Goodness, darling, have a care! I mean, if we are merely going to practice, we really ought to have blunted weapons. That was what I was asking about.\" He studied the area around him. \"Truth be told, mine are real as well. It's hardly ideal, but it's what we've got to work with at the moment. So we really Must Be mindful.\" \n\nLir had found a large enough sward of land far enough away from others. He watched the ribbons of Cy's swords curl around her wrists.\n\n\"Well... You wanted to see about sword-dancing, am I right?\" Lir's tone betrayed his uneasiness. \"Not fighting, per se?\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "Cy looked confused at the man as she only touched her swords and didn't draw them. Perhaps this town was particularly finnacky. \"Ah, right. Sorry. I'll keep that in mind.\" Clasping her hands in front of her body, clearly away from any part of her swords she does her best to look very timid. \"I wasn't really expecting a demonstration or anything. I'm happy enough for one but talking about it is fine. I don't have any practice weapons though. What I carry is what I own... I don't keep much.\"She shrugs and pats the satchel. She'll need to purchase a new pack when she leaves the town but that won't be for a while yet. \"But, yes, just the dancing. I get enough fighting out on the road...\" \n\nFairly certain she'd made some sort of awful social blunder Cy sinks down to just sit on the ground by the open area Lir had found. Maybe if she was just quiet and small for a while he'd be less uncomfortable around her." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir himself sighed, and then crouched in front of Cy as she sank to the ground.\n\n\"Oh. Oh, darling,\" He said as he lowered himself in front of the sylph.\n\n\"I... Didn't mean to upset you, sweetheart, truly. Just to let you know that we're in a public place, and that both you and I ought to be careful with what we are doing, since we have both got real weapons. But, regardless, my dear, I've upset you, and I am terribly sorry. I was too on edge, and that was uncalled for.\"\n\nLir grimaced as his back cracked, and he plopped down into a sitting position, unable to keep the crouch up for very long. \n\n\"I'm a bit off with my communication to-day, darling. What I meant to ask is... Can you show me what you can do with your swords? If you want me to teach you any tricks or give you any advice, that would be most helpful. I need to see what you can do first.\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "Grimacing in sympathy at the loud crack Cy tucks her feet under herself to sit on her heels, hands on her knees. She sighs at being reminded she's in public as though she'd put people in danger off handedly. Cy supposes that's fair enough given that Lir doesn't know her but it still disappoints her. Bunching her hands up on her knees, fingers scrunching up the fabric, Cy puts a smile back on her face. \"It's alright. I've made you uneasy a few times I think or at least it seems that way.\"\n\nRocking back on her heels and pushing against her knees with her hands Cy goes to stand. She dusts off her pants and then stretches her arms overhead. \"There's no music but I suppose I can do a few things.\" Floating up a few inches then drifts out to the center of the open spot in the grove. Reaching behind herself she undoes the straps that keep her swords in their sheaths then wraps her hands around the hilts allowing the ribbons to start their crawl around her forearms.\n\nAs she draws her blades Cy looks around the space again, slowly rotating to get a view of every direction, to ensure no one was too close. When she comes to a stop she holds her arms out and down from her body, the kopesh swords pointing down toward the ground. With a flick of her wrist the pale, near white ribbons unloop partially to leave a tailing streamer off the end of hilts. Cy starts slowly moving her blades in tandem. A gentle swoop to the right, one leg raised and bent, her whole body rotating in the direction of the movement. The ribbons follow the spiraling of her form even has she bends to dip downwards and back up with the blades. The whole first part of the dance is not unlike the motion of some graceful creature swimming in the depths.\n\nAs she speeds up the swords begin to windmill counter to one another. The ribbons slide up to grasp her wrists even as Cy lets go of the hilts. The extended reach of the blades allows her to fly higher and flash the metal in ever more elaborate patterns.\n\nAs this is not a full piece she slows the pace again, pulling the blades back in and ending the whole exhibition with a last flourish. The whole endeavor lasts only two or three minutes and comes to a conclusion as the swords find their way back into their sheaths." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir smiled sadly at the sylph. \"I do... Get a bit uneasy when I oughtn't. Something I've got to work on, darling. My apologies.\" \n\nAs Cy rose, Lir rose as well, less elegantly and with far more crackling of joints. \"I usually have a drum beat in my head. It helps. I've got it on good authority that I'm an awful singer, so I'll not subject you to that horror.\" He stepped clear of the sylph as she drew her swords, giving her ample room to perform in the grove.\n\nLir watched the ribbons on Cy's swords wrap themselves around her wrists. He studied her moves as she slid through the air like a dolphin, her blades whirling around her.\n\nAfter Cy finished, Lir stood with his hand to his chin for long moments, thinking but also nodding in approval. Several picnickers in the orchard had been watching, and a few of them applauded Cy's performance.\n\n\"It's a good slow start and end. I like it,\" Lir told Cy. \"Have you ever balanced one of your swords on your head and moved about? Erm, half a moment.\" Lir shed his tailcoat and tossed it on the ground. \n\n\"Bit binding, that,\" He explained before drawing one of his scimitars, spinning it swiftly, and setting it on top of his head.\n\n\"Or, well... Both of them.\" He drew the second scimitar and slid that to balance on his head as well.\n\nAfter several moments, he pulled the scimitars down. \"Feels a bit ridiculous to do, but it pleases the crowds.\"\n\nLir glanced at Cy's feet floating off the ground. \"You can float; you've got endless possibilities there. There Must Be even more you can do with that,\" He said. \"Pass the swords beneath your feet during the slow parts? Make it look like you're standing on your swords? Turning more somersaults in the air, perhaps? Slowly and quickly, both. Er, could you do a handstand in the air? That might be something to work with as well.\"\n\nLir spun his scimitars about. \"You've got the ribbon between them, and that's not something I've often seen. Very impressive.\" He spun both of the scimitars before the one in his right hand thudded to the ground after a few rotations.\n\n\"Bah,\" Lir mumbled to himself as he picked up the scimitar. \"I'm sorry, my dear.\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "Waving a hand at the apology Cy gives a relaxed smile. \"It's really alright. I'm usually not half as cautious as I ought to be when just out and about. Camping or working is different of course. Slacking at night around a camp fire almost always leads to a midnight scuffle of some kind be it bandit or beastie.\" \n\nGiving her head a shake side to side in the negative Cy watches Lir's demonstration. \"I actually haven't tried that. I might need to pick up performance blades, I'm not sure mine will have the same visual effect. They balance great, of course, just... Won't look quite the same.\" She does clap at the display and then nods enthusiastically. \"I do a little of that. If I let the swords momentum pull me I can usually get a few fun flips in... Also handy when fighting. The rest though I'll see about working on. Definitely haven't tried standing on them.\"\n\n\"The ribbons are cheating a little if I'm honest. But... Well also not really. They're enchanted but you have to learn how to work them or you just get tangled up in a useless mess. Quite useful really, once you have the knack of it.\" Floating back a couple paces to make sure she allowed Lir the space for his flourish she continues to grin as his blades spin and flash in the light. She lets out a startled \"Oh!\" When he drops one and starts to move forward to help, stopping herself short of actually reaching down which might possibly just put her in the way instead of helping. \n\n\"It's nothing to be sorry about. We did just kind of start up cold. Usually I've got some time to warm up and maybe even get to dance a little before if there is a group going round.\" \n\n\"What do you do with your time now that you're settled here and not caravanning around the world?\" Given that the sword play seems to be taxing the man Cy tries to switch back to the less physical activity of conversation. She knits her fingers together in front of herself and floats just a breath above the ground in a fervent attempt to not make Lir unco\n\nMfortable again now that things seem to have settled a bit." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Thank you, my darling! You are too kind,\" Lir said as Cy reached down to help him retrieve the dropped scimitar.\n\n\"One has got to be careful on the road. Always.\" Lir twirled his swords around a bit before lowering them.\n\n\"Pick your places right, and the bandits and beasties are less of a problem. We had a few incidents, but not terribly many. Towns were far more dangerous for us.\n\n\"Hmm... Well, I don't think the ribbons are cheating, really, but perhaps you should work without them sometimes.\" Lir narrowed his eye in thought. \"You can work with and without the enchantment and the ribbons. Both would serve you well.\"\n\nLir spun his swords around. \"For practice, blunted blades are better. Less chance of hurting yourself whilst you're planning your moves. Of course, you will perform with real blades, but you've got to prove that, if you want to. Cut an onion or tomato in the air, if you like. Part of the performance.\"\n\nLir pondered. \"Perhaps come out, and balance the swords on your head first thing. Float up and down with them thus. Have to keep your back and neck straight so they're level. Ah! Have you tried this?\"\n\nIt was a dangerous move to do, with a real sword with a cutting edge, but Lir sent one of the scimitars spinning flat on his knuckles, above his head. The sword lazily whirled around on his hand.\n\n\"It's... Been some time since I danced with others.\" He lowered his hand and smoothly snatched the sword away from its pirouettes.\n\n\"I am... A chamberlain, my dear.\" Lir sheathed the scimitars. \"And you? Are you meaning to perform? If so, I think you've a bright future ahead of you. I might be able to give you a few tips, but you're rather proficient.\" Lir shot the sylph a sad grin. \"It seems you don't really need my help much.\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "Scrubbing at the back of her neck Cy looks a little embarrassed as she has to admit a short falling on her part. \"I actually am almost never on my own so choosing a spot for camps really isn't ever up to me. When it is I just hide out in a tree if I can. Even then I do my rounds and set up bells if I have them. I do have a tendency to get left in towns or cities because I wander off from my group...\" She laughs and lowers her hands, looping her thumbs into the waist of her pants. \n\n\"It has been a while since I trained without the ribbons. You're right on that count. I'm probably getting rusty and don't even know it!\" There is a momentary pout as she realizes that she's been slacking. The expression is quickly replaced by one of earnest determination as she internally vows to correct that. \n\nHer eyes widen as Lir demonstrates another trick she can practice and add to her larger routine. \"Oh that's marvelous. I'll have to try that for certain! After I pick up some blunted blades to try it out with of course. You've a point about the proving edges though. Maybe I can add some fruit to the mix just for fun. Have an audience member toss them out. Everyone loves to participate.\" Her hand moves from her hip to tap a finger against her chin as she considers the idea. It does sound like it would be a fun addition.\n\n\"Shame about the dancing.\" She winks playfully but quickly moves on to other things. \"Do you like being a chamberlain? It sounds very serious.\" Shoving her hands in her pockets Cy looks around the orchard and shrugs one shoulder. \"I will probably perform a little while I'm here. Not just my swords. I can busk with my flute too for extra coin. I'll hang around until I suppose someone who is hiring is going somewhere that sounds interesting.\" Looking back to Lir she grins a wide, toothy smile. \"Until then if you don't mind my company sometimes I'll have those tips and maybe I can pay you with stories about Sven.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"Certainly. It's generally the elders who select where to go and when to stop. Others should have at least a voice.\"\n\nLir paused. \"That's probably... Not the sort of caravan you joined. But you still ought to have a voice. In my opinion, at least.\" \n\nLir began pacing around the grove, stretching his muscles. The swords curved over him as he leaned back as far as he dared. \"It is generally best to either stay with your caravan, my dear, or have the coin to shelter elsewhere. But... Learning the lay of new towns is commendable, as long as you've not a predisposition for finding trouble, which I don't think you do. And then you can find your way back home eventually.\"\n\nLir sheathed his scimitars. \"Have an audience member toss a piece of fruit out? Why, that's a fine idea! They do like to be involved. I did that a few times. And since you can play the flute, that will give you an edge. Can you switch from your flute to your swords quickly? Perhaps keep your flute in a sort of quiver at your side?\"\n\nLir picked up his tailcoat from the ground. \"I... Do like being a chamberlain, mostly. Unfortunately, my employer is very ill.\" Lir stopped, staring at the grass for many long moments. \"I really wish he wasn't.\"\n\nLir draped his tailcoat over his arm. He smiled at Cy.\n\n\"Of course I would welcome your company, my dear. You're a lovely young woman. Did you want to practice further, or shall we stop for today?\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "\"Usually just merchant trains. A few times I have gotten to tag along with more of the community type caravans. That's a bit more rare though since they don't usually need too much in the way of outside help. Eventually I'll see about getting some kind of wilderness guide to teach me how to get on myself a little better.\"\n\n\"A quiver for my flute could be fun! Really helpful too. Sometimes I forget I have it and it really does the trick for a bit of a distraction when folks are getting a bit rowdy in taverns. Not always, mind, but if it's just a small row sometimes it helps.\" Cy taps her chin again and hums a moment to herself. \"Need to find a leatherworker to commission something for the flute... Shouldn't be too hard.\"\n\nHer expression softens as does her voice, sympathy clear in her tone. \"I'm so sorry about your employer. Is there anything can be done about it? Still hope for recovery?\" Twisting her hands together in worry she gives her head a shake. \"I think I'm sated on practice for today. I should probably see to a meal that isn't sweet fruit on a stick. It's been fish and rations for the past week.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir was grateful for the brief break. \"Most caravans should have some people of that sort. Who know where to hunt, find water, find food, and all that. If no one's got any of these skills, I'd stay away from those caravans. They're bound to find too much difficulty otherwise.\"\n\nLir began slowly walking out of the grove. \"Miller Dale has many proficient craftsmen, so you ought to find someone who could make you a quiver for your flute, if that's what you'd like.\" \n\nAt the question about his employer, Lir tensed again. \"It's... Complicated. I think he can be helped up to a certain point, but no... I don't think he'll ever be like he once was. It's... Well, it's a touch difficult.\" The man's voice wavered a bit before it steadied.\n\n\"We can go to the Singing Shepherd, if you'd like something to eat? My treat, if you need.\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "\"Oh, certainly. Just getting them to take time out to teach is the trick of it. I've not really pressed it so it's not as though I've been out right denied or anything.\" After checking the straps that hold her swords in their sheathes for a final time to ensure they are firmly stored Cy goes to pick up her travel satchel from the shade. When she returns she offers a sympathetic smile. \"I hope things work out with your employer. It sounds like you care a great deal.\"\n\nLooping the strap of the bag over her shoulder Cy hums a moment in thought as she considers how much she earned on the boat. Enough for a couple weeks lodging if she was careful. Best not to turn down a free meal to help stretch the coin she has further. \"The Singing Shepherd is a delightful name and I'm more than happy to be treated.\" Grinning broadly she looks up to Lir awaiting instruction on which way to go." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"I'm certain you can find someone to help you with those skills, my dear. Especially in a well-prepared caravan.\" Lir smiled at Cy as a few people came forward after the performance, several handing Cy some coins as she and Lir exited the grove. One or two of the people, as they did so, shot Lir either angry or frightened looks, though others smiled at him and addressed him by name.\n\nLir frowned uneasily. \"I hope he gets better as well. He's improved a bit since we've been here, though it is slow going, and we've had some setbacks. This way.\"\n\nLir gestured down the streets and led the way to the Singing Shepherd.\n\nAs they walked, he asked, \"So you've only just arrived, then? Miller Dale Is A lovely place, for the most part.\" After pondering a few moments, he said, \"Perhaps you might look into the Amethyst Theatre. They might let you perform there. Could get you more coin. You're quite talented, and that's a benefit. I do know of a few others who are good performers. I think you would get along very well with them.\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "Cy happily accepted the coin, floating a bit more off the ground as she bowed each time she received a tip. She tried to ignore the odd looks that Lir received figuring it to be something personal. Overall more folks seemed to offer him friendly greetings than not. \"Seems we're getting some mixed reviews,\" She laughs and follows along. Not wanting to offer empty platitudes she merely gives a sympathetic look and hopeful nod to the status of Lir's employer.\n\n\"I have indeed just arrived. Quite literally right before I met you. From the dock to the market. I do agree it is quite lovely. I'm looking forward to checking in on the Theatre. Even if they just let me busk a bit out front it will be worth it. I've never actually performed on a stage or anything but I'd give just about anything a whirl once.\"\n\n\"Did you perform there as well? Is that how you know the performers or are you more on the side of being a patron?\" Cy drifts along with her hands clasped in front of her." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir shrugged. \"There are Always Mixed reviews, my dear.\" He ignored the occasional odd looks he got.\n\nHe continued walking. \"Ah, so you're very new, then. Welcome to Miller Dale. I suppose I'm the welcome wagon, as it were.\" They approached the Singing Shepherd, a quaint, small little tavern.\n\nLir laughed. \"Oh, I've never performed there myself. I don't know any of the performers, per se, although I've chatted with one or two, and they're lovely folk. So... Patron, I suppose?\"\n\nLir pulled open the door. \"After you, my dear,\" He said, before adding, \"Erm... Mind how high you float; the ceilings are a touch low. Don't want to whack your head, now.\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "\"Ah, well, folks are always on about something or other.\" The looks don't seem to particularly bother Cy one way or the other. \"I'm pretty used to be new to most places. This one does seem pretty great though so I thank you for the welcome.\"\n\nBefore entering the tavern Cy takes in the appearance and the sounds. She inhales deeply to take in the scents surrounding the building, a mix of cooking, brew, and smoke. All perfectly normal for an establishment of good repute. Given the warning Cy lowers until the soles of boots nearly brush the ground. \"Thank you for letting me know!\" Floating through the now open door Cy rotates around to take in the space stopping when she's back round to Lir. \"Have a favorite spot?\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir laughed. \"Of course they are. It's the way of things.\"\n\nThe Singing Shepherd, even with its low ceilings, catered to most. The scent of fresh-baked bread and cinnamon and apple filled the air as Lir entered after Cy, lowering his head to avoid the chandelier. Several of the tables and seats at the bar were filled with various sorts, a scattering of mostly humans, dwarves, halflings, and gnomes, with the occasional other besides.\n\nA barmaid waved at them. \"Afternoon, Mister Lir! And friend!\" She ushered them to an unoccupied table, and the halfling barmaid's eyes sparkled at Cy floating just above the floor. \"Ooh!\" She gasped, impressed. \"And who might you be, miss?\"\n\nLir, for once, remembered to be gentlemanly. Before sitting down himself, he pulled out a chair for Cy to sit in." }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "The smile on Cy's countenance doesn't slacken as she enters the sweet smelling tavern. She offered a friendly finger wave at any who looked her way. A swath of lavender rose across her face at the excitement displayed by the barmaid.* \"I'm Cy. What should I call you by? Oh, Thank you.\" The last to Lir for pullin her chair out for her. She floats down to sit, hooking her feet around the legs of the chair to help her remember to really sit.\n\n\"This place is lovely! A little like the tavern I worked in when I first left the houses. Not, in appearance or anything but in feeling. One loves to find such a welcoming place!\" Cy beams and breaths deep again. Looking to the barmaid she asks with seeming boundless enthusiasm,* \"What do you recommend?\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"It is a very lovely place. I come here often.\" After settling Cy into her chair, Lir moved to the opposite end of the table, settling down and stretching his right leg under the table.\n\nThe halfling smiled at Cy. \"Oh, you can call me Eila. I just work here a few days of the week. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Cy!\"\n\nEila pulled out a pad of parchment. \"We've still got a bit of apple pie, and always fresh-baked bread and jams and jellies. Roast chicken and potatoes, if you like. A good, hearty beef stew. Cheeses as well, and there's braised mutton with spring vegetables. We've also got some nice local ales and wines ready to go.\" She glanced at Lir. \n\n\"Port for you, Mister Lir?\" She asked, and Lir nodded." }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "\"It's ever so much a pleasure to meet you Eila! How lucky for me that today should be one of the few you are here!\" Cy smiles broadly and taps her chin thoughtfully. \"I should probably pass on the pie. I had some roasted honied fruit not too long ago. You know... The beef stew sounds like heaven. I've been on a ship for weeks and a little turf after all that surf sounds just the thing. If it's not too much trouble to get a glass of something red to go with the stew that would be marvelous.\" \n\nLikely she should have waited for Lir to order to judge what would be the polite amount to obtain for herself but the sudden realization of just how hungry she was over road manners for the moment. \"Mister Lir has been filling my ears with praises about this place. I admit I'm quite excited to enjoy a meal.\"\n\n\"You aren't just getting a port are you, Mister Lir?\" Cy looks to her companion after he nods to Eila, tilting her head to the side curiously." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Eila giggled. \"So a beef stew and a glass of red wine. We've got a few on offer. Do you prefer sweet or dry?\" Eila smiled at Cy.\n\n\"Some of the best food in the Dale!\" The halfling puffed out her chest proudly and then looked to Lir.\n\n\"Just Lir is fine,\" He told the women, though he knew the halfling, at least, wouldn't listen. \"And, er, I ate earlier, so a charcuterie board, perhaps? At least to soak up the port.\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "\"Whatever you think will go best.\" Cy winks then turns her attention to Lir. \"Makes sense. I didn't want to seem rude eating a whole meal if you weren't going to be partaking at all.\"\n\nWhen the ordering is all good and handled Cy sits up and folds her hands in her lap while she awaits her dinner. \"How long did you say you've been in Miller Dale? Or did you? You've certainly got a 'well established' presence to you not to mention it seems there isn't a soul here that doesn't know you.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "\"I think a dry would go best with the beef stew. A merlot! I'll get those in, and I'll be right back with your drinks.\" She skittered off.\n\nLir smiled. \"Oh, it's fine. Truth be told, most of the food here is a bit bland for my tastes. In fact...\" He reached into an inner pocket of his waist-coat and pulled out a small bottle. \"Chili oil,\" He explained as he set it on the table.\n\nLir leaned back in his chair. \"Erm, that's a bit... Complicated. We've been here just about two years, but there were some... Incidents. Ended being named defenders of Miller Dale, even though I personally did rather a lot of nothing.\" He glanced down at his right leg. \"Still have a bit of a souvenir from the previous Spring Dawning Festival.\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "After thanking Eila for her recommendation Cy turns her attention back to Lir. She gives a lopsided grin and reaches toward the oil. \"Have to admire someone who carries their own spice around. Mind if I try some? Are the chili's local?\" If she's allowed to pick it up she will. Then she'll carefully examine the bottle before opening it and waving her hand over it to waft the scent toward her nose. Cy had made the mistake before of just smelling something spicy straight from the container before and didn't fancy burning out her sinuses should it prove to be very potent.\n\nEven if she didn't get to examine the bottle Cy does eventually sit back in her seat as well to wait for her wine and stew. \"Two years really isn't nearly so long as I would have expected! Shame about the incidents though. I hope that doesn't mar your first memories of this place too much.\" Tilting her head to the side and folding her hands in her lap Cy looks as compassionately curious as she possibly can. \"Unfortunate souvenir. Did you get a chance to give as good as you got? Was it a raid?\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir shrugged as Cy reached out and took the bottle. \"If you like. Most people can't handle it, though I certainly don't understand why. It's not That Hot.\" \n\nAs Cy picked up the bottle, Lir shook his head. \"No, not local, goodness. I think this one's made in Hikitaw. Thank the heavens for trade. You probably ought to try a drop or two on your finger before you put it on anything. And do be careful with it, my dear.\" \n\nWhen Cy cracked open the bottle and wafted the scent towards her, the chili oil emitted an extremely sharp and hot and pungent smell. It was a well-balanced scent but also a potent one.\n\nEila interrupted then, coming up to their table and setting down the port and the glass of wine. \"Here you are!\" She said. \"The food will be a bit longer.\"\n\nLir nodded as Eila slid away again, then turned back to Cy. \"It was... Unfortunate. Halfway between a raid and a massacre, I'd say. People died.\" The man sighed and took up the port glass, sipping it.\n\n\"Honestly? No, I really didn't give as good as I got. Got a few cuts in before a warhammer shattered my leg. Nearly bled out under the dessert table; not terribly heroic at all.\" He did laugh tightly. \"Others were... Rather more effective.\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "Eyebrows raising at the scent Cy lets out a, \"Wooof,\" And sets the bottle back down, sliding across the table back to Lir. \"That stuff isn't playing around, huh? You must be at least a little fire spirit.\" She winks in a friendly, jovial manner at Lir then grins at Eila as the drinks are delivered. Cy is quick to thank you to the latter of the two. Her expression sobers as Lir continues. \n\n\"That's terrible. Where did the raiders even come from? Storms, I feel so bad for everyone. I've never been through anything that I'd call a massacre. And your poor leg! I'd have tucked myself away too. Have the town guard been increased since then or have defenses improved? I can't imagine nothing changed.\"" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir picked up his glass and sipped at the port. He laughed.\n\n\"Fire spirit? I should certainly hope not. And not to my knowledge.\" He shrugged. \"It depends on what you grew up eating, I suppose. I find it rather nice, but many others certainly don't.\" \n\nLir tapped at the base of his port glass. \"From what I understand, they were Ironhammer dwarves, coming to reclaim the Dale from the Firebeards, who are the ruling family in Heatherstead.\" He sighed. \"A dragon supposedly flew overhead afterwards; quite a few people saw it. I didn't myself, but I believe my employer did. I have been wondering if the dragon might have had a hand in the attack.\"\n\nLir glanced at his leg. \"Sir Jathak is fortunately a good bonesetter, so I'm able to walk on it. And I've been through worse than a broken leg. As for the defenses...\" \n\nHe paused to drain the rest of the port from his glass. Setting the empty glass down, he shook his head. \"There was an increased security force at this year's festival. And some dwarves did come to make trouble. But all that security... Did nothing. Festival-goers ended up handling that. Which is more than a bit concerning. Thankfully, it ended up being just a few young dwarves wanting to cause a bit of trouble. Nothing terribly untoward.\"\n\nLir shifted his weight in the chair, the wood creaking.\n\n\"And as for you, my darling? What brings you to Miller Dale?\"" }, { "author": "Cy", "message": "\"I'm sure there are some perfectly lovely fire spirits out there. Maybe even charming ones.\" Cy laughs and leans forward to prop her chin on her fists, elbows on the table, to listen to Lir. Her expression goes from concern to wide-eyed wonderment at the mention of a dragon. She sits up straight and does her best not to seem giddy. She knows it would be rude to be excited about such matters amid a tale about death and destruction. \"Really? Truly there was one here? Why would it bother with the town. Aren't they all meant to be gone? Oh... That is dreadful about the Ironhammers.\"\n\nTaking a breath to slow her roll out of questions Cy presses her hands against her thighs. Giving her head a little shake she looks around the room then back to Lir. \"Houses are always going at it in Ostia but I'd hoped it would be less so elsewhere. Do they have an actual legitimate claim? Not that it would excuse their actions I'm just curious about the history. I suppose I don't feel I missed out by not arriving in time for the festival. Not if it came to all ... That.\" Cy shivers at the thought of vigilante justice even though she has a propensity to overdo it in scuffles herself. \n\nShaking off that thought she returns to the final question at hand. \"I'm just drifting about the world a bit. This just happened to be where the boat I was on had chartered for when I hired on with it. I was thinking next I'd see if anyone was headed toward the Lilac Forest.\"" } ]	218.5	13,604
96.846154	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "evespero", "message": "As the Spring Dawning Festival wound down, revelers not yet ready to end their carousing crowded into the Singing Shepherd. The tavern was already busier than usual. With the festival ending, even more people crammed into the tavern to find joy and chaos.\n\nPatrons packed nearly every table and squashed themselves together at the bar. People laughed and shouted and cursed. A halfling bard played merry tunes as loud as her lyre allowed, though the noise of the crowd mostly drowned out her music.\n\nNellady and her staff rushed about, serving drinks and food and answering questions from those out-of-towners, many of whom had made the special trip in hopes of seeing a dragon. So far, they had been disappointed." }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "It was into this raucous environment that Lir entered, nearly whacking his head on a chandelier. One of the barmaids greeted him, then guided him to one of the only empty tables.\n\n\"Well, good evening, Mister Lir! It's been a bit. How's the leg?\"\n\nLir forced a smile at the halfling and followed her to the table. He sat in one chair, then pulled another alongside it and rested his right leg on it.\n\n\"Sore, but it will be fine after a bit of rest,\" He told her.\n\n\"Your usual, then?\" Asked the barmaid.\n\nLir nodded. \"Yes, if you please, my dear.\"\n\n\"One port, then! I'll be back with that as soon as I can. We're very busy tonight!\" The halfling skittered away, weaving through quite a few drunken bodies as she did so." }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The Hoffs accompanied Lir all the way to the Shepherd, and kept their hoods pulled up for now, following him to his table.\nThey remained standing for the time being while Lir talked to the barmaid and was shown to his table, as they were pondering whether it was too crowded and rowdy to start up a nice card game to soak some of the drunkards out of their coin before they sunk their coins into more drinks." }, { "author": "Heidi Hoff", "message": "\"Hmmm... Who looks like the fattest pigeon...\"\nHeidi grinned just a bit as she looked around slowly." }, { "author": "Hildi Hoff", "message": "Hildi slowly looked around, too, and she and Heidi mumbled with each other as she spotted this 'pigeon' and that one..." }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "AC tailed the Hoffs and Lir to the shepherd and grinned widely — unlike her pale, ebon-robed friends — at the rowdiness. Now, here was a crowd chock full of people with coins to put into her hat.\nBut, unlike her shadowy companions, she had a different way to proceed. As Lir got shown his table, he dickered with the barmaid, and took his seat, she took hers... And hopped up on it to stand on it! She set a hat on the table, fished out her juggling beanbags, and began to juggle! Just three for now, she would begin 'showing off' soon enough, but she had to catch people's attention first! She swayed her hips a bit back and forth, tilting her head back and forth to cause her golden-amber curls to bounce and gleam in the light...\n— — —" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "Lir gestured to some empty chairs around the table as the twins studied the crowd. \"Have a seat, darlings.\"\n\nA few vulnerable marks were certainly present: a variety of over-drunk patrons, many of whom were naive newcomers and thus ripe for being reaped of their coin.\n\nAs AC leapt onto her chair and began juggling, Lir managed a chuckle. \n\n\"My goodness. Already, AC?\" He laughed. Several people turned to watch the golden-curled woman deftly juggle the bean-bags, and several hooted at her and applauded. A few stepped forward to toss some coins into the hat that AC had set on the table.\n\nThe barmaid returned with Lir's port and looked at the gathering crowd at the table. \"Ah, there's more! Anything I can get you ladies?\" She asked.\n\nThe barmaid turned her head towards the door to catch other newcomers who might be trickling in." }, { "author": "Marshall", "message": "Marshall and Vasati walked in, He signaled to the bar maid for 2 of the house special and some food \"I'll have a pie please, what do you want my darling?\"" }, { "author": "the Hoffs", "message": "The twins ordered ale, then put their heads together to discuss what game to set up. They muttered about the merits of a few certain games. If anyone tried to eavesdrop, seems this pair devised a few slang words just to keep people from understanding what they eavesdrop!" }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "\"Already? Absolutely! The crowd is ready for more entertainment!\" \nAfter several more minutes of juggling various patterns with her beanbags, she finally tosses them one by one into her hat," }, { "author": "'Ecki', the Echidna-tail", "message": "Where Ecki would momentarily sneak them out and make them vanish amongst her gold-chain coils around AC's waist," }, { "author": "AC Gold", "message": "Then AC reached inside Ecki's coils and retried... A trio of very well-shined metal rings! They're wide enough to fit around her head, and she began to carefully juggle them now, too, setting then spinning and flashing in the lights of the tavern. \n— — —" }, { "author": "Lir Silivasti", "message": "One barmaid, after taking more orders, fluttered towards Marshall and Vasati. \"House special tonight is our local apple wine; I'll get you two of those. And as for the pie, would you like a mincemeat pie, an apple pie, a pear pie... We are out of some things, but I'll get you what I can!\"\n\nA second barmaid smiled at the Hoff twins. \"Two ales, easy!\" She said before skittering away.\n\nFor his part, Lir was happy with his port, and even relaxed in the raucous atmosphere...\n\nUntil Ecki appeared to conceal AC's bean-bags and trade them for silvery rings.\n\n\"I am Never Going to get used to that,\" He grumbled as AC began juggling her rings instead." } ]	61	1,259
439.571429	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Tsurumi Moku ", "message": ">>Tsurumi Moku, a renowned painter who would simply draw pretty much anything she saw. She was beautiful, she was kind, she was... Bored. Tsurumi walked down a path with ChuChu, her miniature crane, in her arms. Her eyes examining every nook and cranny of miller-dale. It was a beautiful place indeed... In fact she had been told to come here if she was looking for some scenery, however everything here seemed like something she'd paint on the regular. Tsurumi wanted something fresh, something new, and so far... She wasn't finding it here.\n\n\"See anything ChuChu?\" She spoke to her little companion. ChuChu responded with a squawk and simply squirmed around. Tsurumi knew he just wanted to be put down, but if she did that he'd run off and likely get himself hurt from chasing a squirrel or something... She let out a sigh and stopped by a vendor selling cold beverages. She reached into her pocket and grabbed a few coins, paying for the drink and thinking the vendor with a small bow and a smile. \n\nTsurumi yawned in boredom. \"I don't know what to do... I feel like we came all this way for nothing!\" She exclaimed to ChuChu. She spoke to the bird often... Although it couldn't exactly talk back, it was like she was talking to a person in her eyes. Tsurumi had found a place to settle by a fountain, taking slow small sips of her drink. \n\nAs her eyes traced the scenery, she began to consider a few things that might be fun to draw... She pulled out a scroll and an ink brush, and began to draw a peculiar looking tree that lay ahead of her. All seemed to be going well... That was until her little bird friend decided it wanted to do something other than sit around. ChuChu began hopping along the fountains rim, and losing balance he knocked over Tsurumi's drink, and just like that everything came apart. ChuChu flew up frightened, knocking into Tsurumi, who with a small scream fell backwards into the fountain.\n\n>>\"ChuChu!\" She yelled out, taking a breath as she came up from under the water absolutely soaked. \"Look what you did!\"" }, { "author": "Denarick Castone", "message": "Tiredness was settling into the armored man as one foot would step right after another like a march in the kingdoms soldiers that had been seen many times. Many would watch the man as he stayed tall for his unique height as many were towered by him. Denarick Castone a name that flew around many being known as two things, either a paladin of the people or the black dog casted out by a noble. Two different sides shown to many as none could truly understand the man entirely. Though that didn't matter at this moment as he would soon find miller dale a place he unexpectedly ended up and would try to rest as behind the visor the human eyes of his would take in this beautiful landscape. \"...Magnificent..\" He'd would say softly to himself as the scenery was a different one. \n\nMaking his way through the town many would still eye the armored man as though many like him would move through here he was quite different. A sight to see just because of his height and the armor he wore as it was white with gold and blue accents. A shiny one indeed but still battle tested with dents and grime that leathered the armor. Smelling good food he'd instantly walk over towards the stall. In amazement the owner stared at him as he placed down money for 3 pieces of meat as he handed him exactly that. Soon he'd make his way away from the market as his helmet lifted ever so gently still hiding his face. The food would be eaten as Denarick would walk along trying to just gain some energy back. \n\nAfter thinking he found a nice place to relax he'd sat down his Greatsword and shield placing it or rather stabbing them into the ground. They'd be standing up on their own as Denarick would lay his bag on the ground sighing a bit. \"Who would've thought bandits to the east would all be dragon born... Goddess you test me time and time again.\" He sighed a bit finally taking off his helmet and placing it on the bag. Soon he heard a yelp from the water wondering what was going on. He'd make his way over to find a\n\nWoman just soaked in the water as he'd put his hand out. \"I don't think fountains are used for this miss.\" He said simply" }, { "author": "Tsurumi Moku ", "message": ">>Tsurumi was shooing ChuChu to the side by gently patting at its tummy. Telling him to scoot over so she could get out. Oh how she hoped no one had seen that happen... How embarrassing it would be. She stood, her white clothing looking quite translucent with how absolutely drenched she was. She didn't have another set of clothes to wear... She didn't plan to be here longer than a few hours! She smoothed her clothing down just a bit, realizing that wasn't exactly helping her case, she sighed and took off her shoes, throwing them over the fountain edge onto the stone below. \n\nSuddenly, she was alerted by a sudden masculine voice, and a hand out towards her. Oh dear... So someone did in fact see her little accident. Her soft fair skin turns slightly rosy as the embarrassment really began to settle in. She brushed her wet hair behind her ear and gently took the strangers hand, her slim fingers laying softly onto his palm. \"Oh! Please mind my silly little situation here...\" His comment had made her giggle in the slightest. \"What better way to get your wish granted from a fountain than to throw yourself in as a coin!\" She spoke softly yet her tone was filled with humour. \n\n\"Thank you very much for the assistance... Sorry to trouble you.\" She said apologetically as she stepped out of the fountain, letting go of his hand to hold onto her heavy wet hair, wringing it out just a bit. Her hair and clothing were clinging to her body, outlining each and every curve and detail. The translucent outfit didn't exactly help with that. \n\nTrying to avoid eye contact... And her less than decent appearance, she began to look for her artwork, only to see it drenched in water, and her ink flask spilt all over it. \"Oh dear... Now what am I to do-\"" }, { "author": "Denarick Castone", "message": "Watching as the woman was shooing off a bird to the side as the bird obediently went off to the side. As she stood up he could clearly see she wasn't a normal human like he was. Well normal in any other sense but as a different style of self. Her hair was prominent as he'd never seen anything like her before and it made him curious. Soon he'd gently take her hand while also trying his best to give her respect and look away from the well beautiful sight he saw that was obviously embarrassing for her. \"You are fine Miss, all I heard was a scream and got worried something went wrong is all.\" He said simply doing his best to look into her eyes as he chuckled as well. \"Ah, but it seems you landed tails first, so maybe your wish will come true.\" He chuckled doing his best to lighten the mood with her. \n\n\"Ah it is no problem of mine, I help people for a living so truly it is fine.\" He told her simply as he helped her out of the fountain slowly and gently. The gauntleted hand would let go as he would step back a bit seeing her try and hold the wet hair out of her face. He'd be staring directly at her eyes trying his best to keep it centered on that and nowhere else as this situation was new towards him. Not exactly everyday a woman falls in a fountain. \"Though besides the fall everything else is ok for you? Do you need any assistance with anything else?\" He asked softly trying to calm the situation and just be nice towards her. \n\nHe watched her look away from him as he just scratched the back of his neck as he sighed a bit shaking his head. He was used to not many keeping eye contact with him because of his Demeanor with how his armor looks. Looking over to the art work he'd gently pick up the art and smiled gently. Taking everything back it of it he'd cast a small magic spell to mend everything back to the way it was. Though the ink in the flask couldn't be saved. \"The least I could do for you Miss.\" He handed the paintings smiling at each one." }, { "author": "Tsurumi Moku ", "message": ">>\"S-so you didn't see me fall in? Oh thank goodness..\" She muttered the last part to herself. After a small nervous giggle she settles somewhere and starts braiding her long hair into one single braid. \"Landed on my butt that's for sure! My wish better come true otherwise I'll make it!\" She responds to him playfully. ChuChu, her crane, was sulking in a corner and it turned, hobbled over, and plopped into her lap.* \n\n\"Aww ChuChu... You just need to be more careful ok?\" She lifts him up and snuggles him gently, then turns her attention back to the man. \"Anyways... Thank you for your concern. I'm alright, just a little cold. Hopefully I won't fall ill over this.\" She looks directly at him and smiles softly. She didn't mean to really avoid eye contact previously, she was only embarrassed over her situation. She took in his facial features, acknowledging his scars and his armour, his demeanour, everything. This brought a soft gentle smile to her face and she spoke to him in a gentle tone: \"You have quite lovely features... Do you think I could paint you? If you don't want me to that's perfectly fine, but I came to Miller-Dale searching for something to paint... Something new and beautiful, yet I couldn't seem to find anything. I think you'd be perfect.\" \n\nShe gently places ChuChu on the grass as she stands up and approaches the stranger. \"Actually, I don't believe I got your name?\" She says as she watched him restore her artwork, and following her words was a gasp of delight. \"Oh! Oh my- thank you so much... Thats so sweet of you to do!\" Tsurumi sounded a little choked up now, but she's never seen someone do such a thing for her. She gratefully takes the painting and folds it up, tuckin it away inside ChuChu's harness since he was the only thing dry right now. \n\n\"Don't mess it up again.\" She gently bats his beak" }, { "author": "Denarick Castone", "message": "He chuckled and shook his head no as he looked at her. \"No I did not miss but I'm just glad you are safe is all.\" He chuckled as she started to braid her hair. He'd take off his cloak and wrap it around her so she'd gain some warmth as he didn't wish for her to get a cold. \"Well then Miss I do hope you get your wish for all the trouble it caused you.\" He smiled as she was being a bit playful yet he was cautious as he didn't know her. Seeing the crane he wondered how she got it so friendly with how it acts towards her. A truly peculiar sight for him indeed. \n\nHe'd stay silent as she tended towards the bird as he just crossed his arms. He smiled as he thought back to his mother with how she was treating the bird. A sigh escaped him as he spoke back, \"Well hopefully my cloak will warm you up a bit as I don't wish for you to get a cold from ring cold.\" He chuckled a bit at his small pun. \"You are welcome as well I was just doing what I can.\" He looked back at her with a gentle smile as she analyzed his face as he didn't know why she was doing so he felt a bit off and embarrassed. Soon she would smile even more which made him a bit at odds as the woman finally spoke. \"I... Well I never heard of a woman being so up front with a man unless it was in the guard. Though I didn't think they'd hide their flirting as painting.\" He'd smirk and chuckle a bit confused at this woman's actions as she could clearly see the blush on his face. She amused him and he hadn't had a good smile in a bit. \n\nAs she got closer he uncrossed his arms as he simply handed her the paintings. He could tell she was truly happy that her paintings were saved. He just shook his head as he didn't need thanks as it was simply the right thing to do. \"No you don't need to thank me on that one only doing what's right miss and as for my name? Denarick.\" He said simply looking at her wondering what hers is." }, { "author": "Tsurumi Moku ", "message": ">>She looked up at him with a grateful smile as he wrapped her in his cloak. ChuChu simply glared at the man and snapped his beak at his fingers. Tsurumi giggled lightly as she held her little crane away from Denarick. \"Be nice ChuChu! No snapping at people!\" She gently bats at his beak once again, but this time ChuChu squawked in slight protest \n\n\"Oh your cloak is lovely... Really it is quite warm.\" She too laughed at his little pun, her eyes warm and amused. \"But uh...\" She spoke again* \"I am serious about painting you. I like to paint people who I think are rare sights, and I'd say you fit my idea of a beautiful piece.\" She really was serious. She spoke with a sheer sincerity, and as if to emphasize on that, she straightened up set the bird aside. Addressing him fully, and directly. \"I understand it may be a bit of a shocker... But I am very certain of my desire to recreate such a work of art.\" \n\nShe bowed down just a little to show some gratitude and some respect to him as she spoke. She could tell there was something about him... Something that clearly showed some forms of insecurity. It upset her a little that he had thought her request was insincere... Simply a way to flirt. However she felt the need now to reassure him. She thought he was a lovely sight, and if she could make him see that then she would want nothing more. \"Denarick is a lovely name... You may call me Tsurumi.\" ChuChu had suddenly nipped at Denarick's leg, squawking angrily. \"O-oh and that's ChuChu... I apologize on his behalf, he's just unhappy you're getting more attention than he is.\" She rolled her eyes playfully and followed this with a beautiful laugh." } ]	446	3,077
312.642857	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "skout", "message": "Alex had been waiting for nothing in particular for a few hours now, and while she had expected that motivation to continue her journey up the Serpentine Coast towards Miller Dale would spark movement in her, she had gotten distracted. She couldn't remember by what though, and so it seemed as good a time as any to make her way towards the town. She had heard, from passers-by in the last town, that she would like this little slice of paradise (that is after all what they had called it).\n\nAfter packing up her things, and slinging her back over her shoulder, she fished out a folded map from her pocket and opened it, carefully avoiding a rock that was planning to trip her. Making it to the small road nearby, she stared at the map, then at the road, then nearby river and coast, then the map. She slowly turned it upside down, then right side up—or is it wrong side up and right side down? She puffed her cheeks in annoyance, wondering what craven monster had developed cartography and why they would have done such a thing. I mean, it's terrible, she noted. She rolled her blue eyes in annoyance and summoned the patience to fold the map up and not crumple it up and throw it into the sea for some manner of shark or skate or jellyfish—jellyfish?—to eat it. Shoving it in her pocket, she sniffed the air and picked a direction at random. North seemed right.\n\nAfter a few more hours of walking along the road, she could see one of the two rivers that the map had helpfully suggested were on either side of the pleasant little city. She picked up the pace a little bit, wanting nothing more than to reach town and do three things. \n\nFirst, take a shower. Ideally a bath, in one of those fancy tubs with the little animal feet for legs. Second, eat real food. She had been living on dried rations for more than a couple of days, and a hot meal would do her some good. Finally, a bit of civilization.\n\n\nAlso finally, she would love to brush her hair. As it always was, her golden curls hung just above her ears and were dried and worn from the sun and the salt of the waves. Sirens were not immune to a need for proper care, and if her mother could only see her now she might die of shame. She reached up, grabbing a handful of the blonde curls and squeezed them, feeling how brittle and dry her hair was. Poor babies, she thought, we'll take care of you soon, I promise. \n\nThis she saw as pivotal.\n\nAlso also finally, a bit of music never killed anyone. As she walked towards the town she could see signs of live and laughter. It was an idyllic place, and she already knew that she would like it there.\n\nOh, also also also finally. Bread." }, { "author": "Eia Trita (NPC)", "message": "\"Greeting!\" Called out an elf from about a hundred yards. \"Are you ok?\"" }, { "author": "kitsuneatsume", "message": "\"I have a way of seeing and it's nearly goneAnd nobody was listening so I wrote this song. - Death to Death, Stars\" \n\n\"Greetings!\" Alex's ears perked up a she looked around herself. She saw an elf, not too far away, calling out in her direction. She wondered whether or not this was someone that she knew or perhaps they were looking for someone else. That embarrassing situation where you wave at someone, but they're not waving at you, they're waving at someone past you and you have to pretend that you're doing the same thing to save face. She paused for a moment to peer over her shoulder and looked off down the path that she had come up but there wasn't anyone there. She turned back at the elf, pointing at herself, putting the tip of her finger on the end of her nose. \"Me?\"\n\nShe wondered what the other person may have meant by that. Physically? She absently checked her body with her hands, no injuries. She reached up, running her fingers through her blonde curls until they got caught in her knots. \"I suppose so? Though, I'm hoping that there's an inn or something where I can get a room, some food, and ideally a bath. Might you know if that's something that can be found here?\" She continued walking towards the elf, pitching her volume accordingly the closer she got." }, { "author": "Eia Trita (NPC)", "message": "She giggles at the way the girl reacted. \"You're funny. It seems you're a bit lost and based on your dainty clothes not a woman of the woods. I just wondered if you needed help. I was fishing and went to the wood to collect some herbs and mushrooms.\" She pulled a leather bag from her side to show the stranger. \"I love coming out here to relax on my days of from ranger duty.\" She starts to walk towards the river as she waves her hand to be followed. \"I'll get you to Miller Dale. About an Inn... Well there is this nice inn ran by a motherly halfling, think a room there is a silver a night. It's a quaint home little place, its called The Singing Shepherd. The place is right on the west road of the town, easy walk into town center and quiet. Now we rangers have a contract at the so-called fancier The Fox and Flagon. Rooms there run about 2 silver a night or more if you like something nicer. Last is the Amethyst Theatre, I hear sometimes they rent out nice rooms and even apartments for entertainers that come into town. I wouldn't know how much those would be.\" As they reach the bank she pulls out a net with three fish in it that she left there to keep cool. \"Come on. We will be there in an hour or less. We'll actually enter from the south so you will have all three places at the same distance basically.\"" }, { "author": "gnollbarian", "message": "When Khozarr had bought a probably overpriced passage from the small merchant ship, he wasn't expecting it to dock in such a place. This wasn't a port, and it didn't look like a place for adventure, glory or epic stories to him. They had sailed up a river and reached what by all accounts looked like a small paradise, and he had no idea what a paradise might even look like before. The landscape looked so green, so full of life, that it had nothing in common with his home. \n\nAs the gnoll took his time to stare at the surrounding area, jaws slightly hanging in equal parts of confusion and wonder, something pushed his side from behind. He quickly turned around to see the captain of the merchant vessel probing him with his walking cane. \n\"Right, that's your stop, now get out of the way before we start unloading our cargo.\" The old man began pushing Khozarr towards the plank using his walking cane, and the gnoll had to respect the man for having the courage to treat him like this, but he wasn't gonna give up that easily. \n\"I don't want to be here, I want a challenge! Dangerous places!\" The gnoll turned around, resisting the urge to bare his teeth to make his point, but the captain was having none of it. \n\"You paid to drop at our next port, and here we are. Now unless you can buy another ride...\" The captain squinted and Khozarr lowered his head. \"... As I thought, I hope you enjoyed our fine services, now get off of my ship!\"\n\nWith a growl the gnoll turned around and walked down the plank towards the docking platform by the river. In the past days he'd heard enough from the crew to know better than to argue with the captain, so he had to deal with this situation on his own. He stopped in the middle of the platform, receiving bewildered stares from the few surrounding dockworkers. Clearing his throat, the gnoll called out. \n\"Grrretings, uh, people? How do you earn coins around here?\" He bared his fangs in an admittedly dangerous 'smile', then corrected himself to appear less threatening. \"Or get cheaper passages...\" He chuckled to himself, half turning his head back towards the ship he had left. Appear friendly and perhaps they won't run away screaming, he thought to himself." }, { "author": "Ouranos Terra (npc)", "message": "Ouranos was one of the dock managers and had come up to take the captain's Bills of Lading for the cargo to be accepted. When he saw the Gnoll attempt of a smile he laugh a bit \"Easy friend, no need to exert yourself. In town perhaps but best work on the smile. Cheap passage? Don't think that will happen, few boats cross from the sea into our river docks. Coin, well there are many ways. What you good at or looking to do? We ourselves are short-staffed today, damn flu bug has a few of my men out.\"" }, { "author": "gnollbarian", "message": "The gnoll turned to the source of the voice, eyeing his interlocutor briefly before showing a more moderate amount of fangs. \"Need a hand here? Not my thing... But I can handle it if it pays.\" \nHe nodded, looking back to the ship. \"If it means I get to step back there, all the better. Teaches him to push me off the ship.\" \nHe chuckled at the idea of pissing off the captain some more, seeing him step back on board. Perhaps take something back with me when they're not looking? Or not, too suspicious. His glare became briefly cold, then looked back to the man with a seemingly cheerful expression. \n\"Get enough coins to stay in town? Need to pay there too, right? Gotta pay for everything here...\" He sniffed once, looking around the landscape once more. Make the best out of an unusual situation, he had to work with that." }, { "author": "Ouranos Terra (npc)", "message": "\"Hehe. That's life in the city my friend, got to pay for everything, even the water you drink. I do miss living out in the woods but a girl will change your life and well here I am 60 years working and living in the city. My boy on the other hand is out there somewhere trying to make some coin too with a company of dwarves, ah the life of adventure.\" Staring for a second norward as he takes the Bills of Lading. \"Well I need to go over these before my men start accepting, if you wanna help you can stay if you are looking for something else The Guard, The Rangers at Highwater Keep, or even the market or inns make have something for you.\" He starts to walk off to a group of mans and waves his hand to follow. \n\n\"Farfu,\" He calls the half-orc sitting between the men who stand over 6 feet tall. \"What's in this one Ron?\" \n\"Looks like a few loads for Sylindil Winery and something for The Prince Of Bards. Then some other odd ends, Have your man work this fast. I don't want to get home late today.\" \nHe turns around \"So friend. Do you want directions or are you on board the help these guys? Based on your size you should be helpful here, it will take about 5 hours before we close our shift, so a nice gold coin for you if you turn out as strong as you look.\"" }, { "author": "kitsuneatsume", "message": "\"Oh, gray river; your waters ramble wild. - Annan Water, The Decemberists\"\n\nAlexis immediately found herself endeared to the girl for her laugh and collection of mushrooms. When she held out the bag for Alexis to look into, she stood on her tiptoes, balancing as she peered in. \"I love coming out here to relax on my days off from ranger duty,\" She said as she started to head towards the waters of the river. Alexis required no coaxing ever to be drawn towards bodies of water. She slipped her hands into the pockets of her linen pants and followed along next to her. Alexis listened carefully as the other woman explained the different options, and found herself drawn to the name 'The Singing Shepherd', how could I not be, she observed. She watched the other woman work, and whistled softly as she did. There was nothing special about Alexis' song other than it was a nice song.\n\n\"Come on, we will be there in an hour or less.\" Is that all? That's alright then isn't it, she thought as she held out her hands, offering to carry something if the ranger would give her something. After she explained the geography a bit, Alexis made a mental note of the locations—which she immediately forgot—and pretended that she remembered what the woman had said.* I do remember,* She chided, but no response came. She pursed her lips, puffing out her freckled cheeks a bit as she followed along in quiet contemplation for a moment.\n\n\"Is there anything near the water?\" Alexis asked after a few minutes of walking. \"The town looks lovely and all, but with such beautiful waterways, I'd be silly not to want to hear that sound all night, right?\" She gave the woman a bit of a friendly jab with her elbow. As they got closer to the city, she could immediately see the charm of it all. Friendly and quotidian were the words that came to mind immediately, but a whole host of thesaurus worthy words followed.\n\nShe found herself marveling over the architecture of the houses, from little huts to taller buildings and found that there was an almost irresistible charm. She swore that she could hear music on the light afternoon breeze as they made their way towards town. There was a port, with some vessels lined up, equipment and supplies loaded and unloaded. The stones under her feet were rounded and smooth, and she occasionally dragged a foot to feel the little bumps and scrapes of pebbles along the way. \n\nNature had its own special kind of music. She glanced back at the ranger, wondering whether she knew what the best option was to be closer to the docks." }, { "author": "Eia Trita (NPC)", "message": "\"Well as you can see the city makes use of the rivers.\" She smiled warmly as they approached. \"Besides a lot of creeks around here, lots of waterways and channels have been made over the centuries to make life here a very pleasant one and easier to move merchandise from the river docks out into the main lands. Now if the sound of water is what you want then The Singing Shepperd is your place. It was built to use the creek water to run a watermill and other things. I've never stayed but it looks like a doll house, it was made for halflings but lots of old merchants love to stay there when they come to pick up cargo.\" Stopping at a bridge that crosses over a waterway \"I have to head this way, sorry I don't ask you over just a bit of a mess today. Here go here and there, you cant get lost for sure, but if you do as I can see it in your glazed eyes just ask anyone. If you ever need me ask for me at The Fox and Flagon or leave me a note. Bye!\" As she waves and takes a step onto the bridge a medium cargo barge goes under it with some ten crates on it and an old man smoking a pipe that seems to be more asleep than at the helm. \"Remember The Singing Shepperd!\" She calls out, just in case." }, { "author": "gnollbarian", "message": "The gnoll mulled over the offer, he still had no real experience with the cost of things and services so he wasn't sure if what he was offered to work was suitable or less than expected. Still, he had paid a large bag of silver coins of different origins for the passage and he hadn't much left with him so every little bit helped. Shrugging lightly he decided to accept, he could use the exercise anyway after so many days confined on a ship. This would be a learning experience, observe how other species worked and learn to act like them, that should make things easier to be accepted and foster a modicum of trust. He grinned widely, stretching his arms before approaching the rest of the workers. \"Where do we start?\"\n\nKhozarr followed the lead of the other workers, moving crates with little trouble and being careful when told to. He guessed some of the crates had fragile or expensive things in them, but he wasn't sure if he could recognise the value of any of them unless it was pure gold or silver. That was a noticeable inconvenience and he tried to ask casual questions about it, filling the gaps of his knowledge. When the others called for a break he took a deep breath and sat by the dock's edge, massaging his arms while looking towards the city in the distance. This was truly a foreign place, but he couldn't help but wonder if anything interesting could be find here even if it wasn't where he imagined he'd land." }, { "author": "Ouranos Terra (npc)", "message": "\"Alright Fartu, we got it all done for the day. Dont need to dock master to get on my case in the morning so this is good. Send your boys home and I'll see ya tomorrow for the early shift, remind the men.\"\nLooking around he calls out \"Gnoll! Sorry I was so distracted by work I didn't get your name.\" As he waits for a name he hands him 10 silver. \"Figure you could use the change instead of the coin. Listen I'm heading home and I live next to a nice quiet in, unless you want to go somewhere more crowded that is, but I'm friends with the owner as our children practically grew up together. She only charges a silver a night and I can have her throw in dinner, the cook there is a grumpy old man but knows his business, get him drunk and he is a barrel of laughs. So where do you want to go?\"" }, { "author": "kitsuneatsume", "message": "Alexis, with no small amount of interest, peered over into the nearest river. There was something just purely comforting about this town. She figured that the proximity to the water, the constant sound of babbling brooks, and the friendliness of the people were what was doing it, but she couldn't be sure. The desire to stay in this city, putting down roots and living there crept into her mind and then immediately slipped from it and out into the nearest river where it flowed away. \n\n\"Now, if the sound of water is what you want, then the Singing Shepherd is your place. It was build to use the creek water to run a watermill...\" Alexis half faded from the conversation, imaging this little place with a massive waterwheel. It flowed day and night, and the wheel drove the business and the little mill ground up wheat and they baked bread with it. The smell of delicious, freshly baked bread filled the air and people would come from all over town to buy it, early in the morning. Not long after opening, the matron would say 'we're all out' and they'd have to leave and come back the next day. Wait, what? She snapped back to reality and looked at the ranger. \n\n\"If you ever need me ask for me at The Fox and Flagon or leave me a note. Bye!\" The ranger waved and off she went, down the stream. Alexis waved happily as she watched her go. And realized that she didn't know the other woman's name. \n\n\"Ranger-lady,\" She tested. \"Fishing ranger?\" She lowered her hand and did her best to remember where she was supposed to go. \"Fish... Ger. Rangersh...\" She tugged absently on her ear as she started to make he way towards where she believed she had been pointed to. \"Rangisher?\"\n\nIt took her almost an hour of aimless wandering to find the Singing Shepherd, and she was not disappointed. It was cute, it had charm. And she figured they were probably out of bread." }, { "author": "gnollbarian", "message": "Accepting the first legitimately earned coins of his life, the gnoll was at a loss for words for a few seconds. He felt like this should have been an important event, but then the moment was gone and he looked back to the man trying to get his mind into the conversation. \n\"Ah, my name is Khozarr but some call me Chuckles. I don't understand what's funny about that.\" He remained quiet for a few moments, then he barked a short laughter and slapped the shoulder of the man in front of him.\n\"Thanks for the pay, it was hard work but felt good.\" He nodded and pocketed the coins while glancing at the town with an inscrutable gaze. \"I don't know where to go yet, I don't think I ever did but I'll think about it. It's hard to make choices, no?\" He turned his gaze back to the man and grinned.\n\"Your help is... Uh... Appreciated! Also no one ran away screaming yet so I have a good feeling about this place. Maybe I'll see you around?\" The gnoll sniffed once and nodded is head, then tentatively offered a clawed hand to shake as he'd seen people do before. Do as they do, try to fit in. Best chances for survival this way. As he thought that he grinned again, showing just a minimal amount of teeth. That had been some good practice before heading into the town proper." } ]	300.5	4,377
480.125	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Theron Fleck", "message": "Just two weeks ago, Theron had been drowning himself in some of the finest spirits Cretaine had to offer. He had received a generous bonus for his recent endeavors in the name of the Mapmaker's Guild, praises from the guildmasters for his attention to detail filling both his pockets and his head. Of course, he had managed to blow most of it in just a matter of _two days,_ but at least he had enjoyed himself for those 48 hours before he inevitably needed to keep an eye out for work again. Luck would strike in the form of an internal job posting for a specific area close to Morikinda, meaning he would need to make the venture into elven lands. \n\nTheron remembered making a face at the time, but then shrugging off any apprehension he had. Most of his recent encounters with elves hadn't been the friendliest. He supposed if he did a better job of keeping to himself, then it wouldn't be such an issue. Then again, tensions were high to begin with, so already he felt at a disadvantage.\n\nHe accepted the job, of course.\n\nAnd now, he was in _this_ miserable place. An hour or two trek from the nearest safehaven, Theron found himself nestled deep within the northern hills of Corol Ambo. The difference was quite stark, going from plentiful, rolling green hills to... Well. He found it hard to imagine whatever evil occurred here that could have such a lasting effect on this place. The land itself felt like it was scarred. Brown, barren, _dead._ But aside from the occasional rat sighting, nothing had come for him yet.\n\nThough, a few of the more talkative folk back at that town had warned him about something. A rumor of vampire attacks, a bloodthirsty beast, the possibility of no return. Theron scoffed at it, as he scoffed at most things. Not much could faze him these days, even while his sword Magnolia felt heavy at his side. \n_ _\n\nTheron sat quietly on some rocky outcrop, giving him some elevation to see over the current area he was sketching. His charcoal drifted lazily over his still mostly blank parchment, amber eyes focused downwards even though his ears still were alert to anything that sounded out of place around him. The sun was starting to go down, and he debating lighting his lantern soon so that the certainly heavier darkness wouldn't completely consume him. _Not yet._ A quick glance at the horizon told him he had about thirty minutes more before he should consider it. \n\nHe chewed on his bottom lip, contemplating for a brief moment before his hand snapped down and snagged his half-consumed bottle of rum to take a healthy swig." }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "The vampire hadn't long settled on his newest set of fun and mischief. It had started with bothering some locals, changing into bats and disappearing into thin air. Then of course the hunger sinks in, so he feeds off a few people passing by then a nasty rumour about a vampire spreads out. Finding people alone had gotten much more difficult since then, and it seemed he may have to find new stomping grounds.\n\nHe was young for a vampire, reckless and generally lacked a level of etiquette expected from them. His control over his blood lust was limited and his ability to fight the sun resided in a ring of his. Pale ghostly skin, deep crimson eyes that peirced all dressed in black. He mostly looked the part, even had the fangs and pointed ears! It was usually when he began talking people questioned what sort of vampire he was supposed to be. \n\nEthan sat in the shade of some ruin, waiting for the sun to come down. Even as the scent of someone new, someone fresh hit his nose. The vampire was thirsty, so very thirsty as people began to travel through in larger groups making feeding difficult. But Ethan was certain that was only One Distinct smell. One human. But he waited, the dark would aid him greatly and he knew it. \n\nAs seconds turnt to minutes, and minutes into hours, the Vampire stood. Sneaking through ruins and dark paths to find that delicious scent. Sneaking up to the stranger seemed unlikely, up on that rocky outcrop the human would likely see him coming. So he waited just a while longer, for the dark of the night to arrive. The human would likely make a fire of some sort Ethan thought, but for now he could rely on a trick he relied on many times.\n\nWith a wave of his hand the Vampire was invisible, of course if you could detect magic or possessed true sight it was merely a neat trick, but generally it worked. And so the Vampire crept closer and closer, pains of hunger hitting him in waves. He just needed to get close before the spell broke from his hunger\n\nJust a little closer... \"Shit\" Was muttered under his breath as something came loose under his foot making some noise.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Theron Fleck", "message": "That half-consumed bottle quickly turned into a one-quarter-left bottle, and Theron sharply exhaled as he begrudgingly decided he should stop. He set the bottle back to the side and lit up his lantern. He then pushed himself to his feet, beginning to tuck away his tools and rolling up the parchment. He couldn't continue to draw now that it was dark enough. Perhaps it was time to consider setting up camp? A small part of his thoughts was concerned with staying overnight in a place like this, but he supposed he had been through things that were equivalently bad.\n\nTheron had begun to reach for his bottle and lantern when he picked up the distinct sound of movement from somewhere behind him, his hand immediately freezing in mid grab. A split second he considered that it was just a rat, or maybe something slightly _bigger_ - whatever that could be. But the weight behind it told him that it was at least person-sized. \n\nWith a metallic ring, Theron had drawn his sword, Magnolia, turning towards the direction of the sound and brandishing it as if to make it known that he was armed. \"Who's there?\" Theron barked into the dim, his tone stern and remarkably calm for someone in his situation. He typically rolled his eyes in response to danger, but he knew well enough to take it seriously when the time came. Beyond wielding a magic sword and being quite the talent, Theron was aware that he was just a man. No matter how much he had been desensitized to it, he still had no intention of wanting to hang it up just yet.\n\nRecalling the rumors of a vampire, Theron clicked his tongue. \"I'll have you know I don't taste the greatest. Alcoholic and all.\" He announced it into the open space, not quite sure what or who was addressing yet or if they were even in the mind to talk." }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "The vampire had certainly lost the option of a surprise attack, thirst was taking over his thoughts and he considered the possibility of simply overpowering the man. He shook his head, he wasn't just a beast he could always Try Asking nicely. Sometimes it worked! Not nearly often enough to entirely give up on the sneaking up approach, but times like these called for an attempt. \n\nDeep, red eyes appeared first. Cutting through the darkness and meeting the humans own eyes. They were hungry, focused eyes. Slowly the rest of Ethans form showed, taking a step closer. \"I can hardly be picky with so little options available, my sweet human! And I can hardly judge either, the only thing I drink more then blood is mead afterall.\" The vampire bowed a little, it lacked a certain fineness you would expect but an attempt was made. \"You can call me Ethan, as long as we don't decide killing eachother is our only option.\"\n\nHis fanges bared themselves proudly as he spoke, circling the human. He spoke as if he wanted to be civil, but his eyes and demeanour betrayed him. This vampire was hungry, desperate even. Ethan wasn't the worst vampire you could bump into, he usually was more then happy to mess with you and leave. But the time for games was left for a more well fed vampire. \"I'm sure you're perfectly proficient with that blade, but I hope the rum makes the agreeable type and not the aggressive! I just need a small drink, as much as I love playing rough I'd rather neither of us leave Too Hurt!\"\n\nEthan stopped moving, placing his hands in his pockets. All black with silver esque jewelry, a cloak with its hood down and boots that had been muddied. Perhaps if Theron was peticularly perceptive he would notice the dagger in Ethans cloak, and if he was peticularly sensitive to the arcane he would notice the smallest chill from Ethan. A fanged smile was offered. \"So what do you say?\"" }, { "author": "Theron Fleck", "message": "When those blood-colored eyes appeared through the dark, Theron's eyes narrowed into skeptical slits - more so as the rest of the figure emerged before him. He appraised the vampire for a few quiet seconds. They seemed to be about the same height, though the other was built more slim than he was. Was it because he was starving? Theron's nose scrunched at the thought. Did vampires get emaciated like that when they didn't drink enough blood? It wasn't necessarily he first thing he should've been worried about, but his head was always in the wrong places at the wrong times. \n\nAt the vampire's admittance that he too was no stranger to the love of mead, Theron scoffed lightly under his breath. It almost made him lower his guard at how ridiculous that sounded - no, how it _looked,_ as the vampire bowed to him rather... Well, it wasn't exactly what he was expecting, especially as he introduced himself as Ethan. The indigo-haired man raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips still tugged into his trademark frown as Ethan began to circle him like a hungering wolf. \n\n\"Fine. I'm Theron, then. Won't kill you as long as you don't try anything bold,\" Theron replied, his tone flat and unimpressed. \"Sorry mate, can't say I exactly trust a vampire to take a small sip and then carry on with their nightly stroll.\" \n\nAnother cursory flick over Ethan's posture with gilded eyes made him aware of the dagger hidden in his cloak. He had always been perceptive to things people may have been hiding in their garments, having been introduced to a life of crime when he was very young. He was not as well-attuned to magic, however, and the frigid air around Ethan went mostly unnoticed. \n\n\"Think I'll decline. That gonna be a problem?\"" }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "Ethan was sizing up Theron by this point, the vampire wasn't in his best physical state due to going hungry and that same problem caused him to be rather limited on magic. But along with his overall combat ability being worse, so was his patience. Ethan didn't want to kill the man, if he even could in this state, but his options were fight or loose himself completely to the hunger. A smarter person may have explained this, tried the reasonable approach a little longer. Ethan, was not that person. He was impulsive and thirsty ontop of that.\n\nThe human wielded a blade that was clearly not an average sword, and his general sense of confidence even in a place like this communicated he was likely skilled. The gap in physical abilities wouldn't be so wide since Ethan wasn't at full strength, he could likely loose his life over this. \"Theron, a lovely name. I do hope you forgive me, if you remember this at all.\"\n\nThe vampire reached into his cloak and pulled out his dagger lowering his stance. 'I only need to get that sword out hid hand, lets Try Not to kill anyone tonight.' He thought to himself, a slight glimmer of doubt in his eyes. \"Sorry friend, that most certainly is a problem. I'll make it quick, I'll like it was a bad dream by the time you wake up.\"\n\nAlot of confidence, followed up a dash and thrust of his dagger that while fast, quite frankly off target. He was aiming for the humans sword arm, but missed entirely and stabbed at air leaving him quite open. \"Don't suppose you believe in second chances?\" Ethan chuckled nervously, knowing he was likely about to receive a nasty counter attack. The vampire had maybe one, two spells in him at a push. And honestly, the second use of a spell in his condition wasn't much better then letting the human kill him. So, if he got the chance he would play it safe and call it one spell.\n\nThe vampire braced himself for Therons counter, tensing and covering his head with his arm while his other hand held tightly onto the dagger" }, { "author": "Theron Fleck", "message": "Theron fought back the urge to roll his eyes as Ethan complimented his name. _Lovely,_ of all things. The cartographer certainly didn't feel that word applied to him with all his scars and his distinct lack of a friendly expression. Some may have argued that he was far from being unattractive, that he truly was his father's son, but that thought alone made his stomach churn. Ethan's little compliment reminded him of that; of people who wanted one thing or another from him, not that this situation was much different since _blood_ was the name of the game. \n\nHis attention locked in as Ethan withdrew his dagger from the confines of his cloak. Automatically, his boots slid amongst the dirt as he readied himself for the inevitable scuffle. His stare darted from Ethan's face, to his weapon, to the way he lowered himself as he took on his own stance, no doubt preparing to close the distance. \"Cheers. At least you plan to let me wake up,\" Theron remarked with some sarcasm. \n\nNo sooner than the words leaving his lips, the vampire was making the first move. _Fast._ Theron's instincts kicked in as Ethan was suddenly in his space. His ears picked up the sound of a blade cutting through the air, enough for him to pivot himself out of the way to dodge the incoming strike. It looked like he was trying to disarm him with he way he targeted his sword hand. \n\n\"Not much of a _second chances_ guy.\" \n\nTheron wasted no time with his counter attack, raising Magnolia high and then bringing the pommel down upon Ethan who had braced himself. He figured a good bludgeoning might help dissuade the vampire from wanting to keep going with this but in case it wasn't, he then kicked up with right leg aimed at the other's knees with the intent of attempting to knock him off balance." }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "Ethan was many things, he was reckless, he was foolish, arrogant and most importantly he was a Vampire. His need for blood was the same as others need for water, but one thing he wasn't was heartless. Now the vampire wasn't innocent either, people died on his worse nights and he believed it was better them then him. But if he could leave the human a little roughed up but alive, that would be preferable over killing him. Though, killing was never completely out of the question, especially as that maddening hunger seeped further and further into his mind.\n\n\"Don't blame you, life on the line and so on.\" Ethan grunted at receiving the pommel against him. Notably, not the sharp bit! Was the human trying to simply scare him off? A kind gesture if that was the case, but Ethan couldn't smell another human. Not even an animal to buy him some more time, it was just the hardened human and the creature of the night. The kick was handled by Ethan well enough, stumbling but not out right getting knocked off balance.\n\nIf a spell was going to be used, why not use it right away? Ethan raised his free hand and magic gathered in his palm a small of ice formed, growing into a rather blunt 'spike' of it. Usually the spell was much shaper, but the human had been kind enough to not cut him down so Ethan wanted to mind his manners and offer the same kindness. The chunk of ice spun in place before being blasted at the humans sword hand, hoping to disarm him.\n\nThe vampire gulped, sweat forming on his head. Magic needed blood to fuel, blood he didn't have. Time He didn't have. His eyes were desperate and his body weak, weak for a vampire at the very least. \"It doesn't even hurt that bad, people bite eachother for fun how bad could it be?\" The vampire stood in a guarded stance after the spell had been shot, a joke at a time like this wasn't appropriate, and yet here he was nervously chuckling." }, { "author": "Theron Fleck", "message": "Theron couldn't help a tongue click as Ethan didn't seem too fazed by his kick, making an irritated _tsk_ sound and his lip pulling up into a scowl as his hopes of dissuading him were dashed. Despite the dim lightning and the dancing shadows caused by the flickering light of his lantern, Theron remained honed in on Ethan's movements as much as he could. Amber eyes flitted down briefly as the vampire raised his hand. Theron was certainly no mage, but he was in tune with the hungering song of his sword, Magnolia, when mana started to gather such as a spell being cast. \n\n\"Shit-\" Theron cursed aloud as a spiky shard of ice formed before Ethan's palm. It looked to be aimed at his sword hand again, and Theron reacted as quickly as he could to bring Magnolia up to try and intercept the blast with the broad side of his blade, hoping the force wouldn't disarm him.\n\nAs the ice impacted steel, Magnolia's blade pulsed with a cool blue light. Theron visibly grimaced and buckled against the hit, feeling the pain shudder its way up the bones in his arms but he managed to keep hold on his sword - _for now._ One of the five sigils on Magnolia's blade lit up with that same icy glow, the black stone in her hilt now swirling with a frigid essence. While he didn't know the full extent of Magnolia's capabilities, he knew that at least he had a shot at absorbing magic spells to empower his next attacks. This time around, it looked like he was only lucky enough for a single charge. Fuck.\n\nTheron did his best to recompose himself as he shot Ethan another disapproving glower, a short, dry laugh sounding from him at the other's attempt at persuasion. A small part of him reasoned that at least the vampire was _asking nicely,_ maybe he should _let it-_ \"Yeah, but letting a potential predator at my neck does _not_ sound like a good time,\" Theron remarked humorlessly, raising Magnolia for his next attack despite Ethan's guarded stance.\n_ _\n\nHe slashed towards Ethan, trying for an across-the-body attack. A trail of cold air followed the blade's movement, his attack infused with the element of ice absorbed from the earlier attack. Maybe it was the way his bones still rattled, or maybe Ethan outclassed him even in his hungry state? Either way, it was a clean miss and the single glowing rune went dim. \n\n_...Fucking vampires._ Theron tried to backpedal in anticipation of Ethan's next move, bringing his sword up close to himself to guard against whatever came next." }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "Ethan needed to find a way to gain the upper hand, being a vampire one would believe he had all the advantages necessary to defeat one human. But here he was, starving, struggling and quite honestly desperate. He didn't wish to kill the man, perhaps it was the 'banter' the pair had shared or the fact he had not killed Ethan at the initial opportunity. That however is not mistake a simple fact, Ethan was a vampire. If he needed to kill for his food he very well would, like a human hunting deer. If he could only take what was needed and allowed he would, but the vampire had few options.\n\n\"Again, fair point. I wouldn't be able to convince you I'm the kind sort of predator? Well kind isn't the word I suppose.\" Ethan threw his dagger at the lantern, hoping to dim the light and give him his sought after advantage. His eyes could see much better in the dark afterall.\n\nHit or not, Ethan was now down to one spell, wich wasn't an option and no weapons. Just a starved vampires strength. \"Seems neither of us are on our best tonight, I'm terribly sorry I don't usually have performance issues.\" The miss from Theron was used as an opportunity for Ethan to throw the dagger at the lantern, now the pair stood with even time to prepear themselves. \"You wouldn't want to reconsider at all? I promise I'm a very good kisser, hold on thats not what I'm here for is it?\" The vampire would jest.\n\nDashing towards Theron Ethan would attempt to wrestle the blade from Theron, if he didn't manage to cut down the vampire before he got to him. \"I do mean it however, reconsidering would be greatly appreciated! Just one bite and I'll quit being a pain in the neck, oh I am funny aren't I?\" The desperation could be seen in the vampires eyes even in the dark. That deep, hungry red glow. Ethan wouldn't likely win in a battle of attrition in his current state. \n\n'What a disaster of a night, of course I run into a human with a magic sword and the stubborness to fight off a vampire.' The vampire thought." }, { "author": "Theron Fleck", "message": "Fuck. Fuck, fuck- Theron knew he had misplayed his hand once he saw the dagger fling from Ethan's hand, knocking over his lantern with a hollow metal _clink._ The vessel tipped over on its side upon the dirt as a result and the flame proceeded to die down - with it, Theron's vision. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the hilt of his sword tighter out of reflex, now _very_ aware that the situation was not looking great. For the first time, the cartographer seemed to hesitate as he strained his eyes to adjust to the impeding darkness.\n\n\"Depends on what your definition of _kind_ is,\" Theron replied, keeping his attention on the glowing cinders that were Ethan's eyes. It seemed the vampire was giving him some time, and Theron took the opportunity to take a step back to try and regain some of his space. Though at the remark about being a _good kisser,_ Theron couldn't help but make a face, narrowing his eyes and pressing his lips into a taut line. \"Do you say that to all your meals?\" \n\nHe couldn't make out the movement in time before Ethan was on him again, but this time the strategy was to wrest Magnolia from his hands. Theron inhaled sharply as he felt the pull, trying to react but he was too slow. He was now empty handed, face to face with the vampire.\n\n\"...Tch.\" Theron's fingers twitched as he contemplated trying maybe a sucker punch or some other unscrupulous strategy, but the situation was already dire. He figured if Ethan intended to kill him, he wouldn't have invested so much effort into disarming him. There was no use in provoking it to something worse. And so instead, he let his hands raise - a sign of surrender. He may have been stubborn, but he wasn't an idiot. \n\n\"Fucking— _fine._ Gods, you're persistent. At least let me finish my bottle before you stick your teeth in me, aye?\" Theron grumbled, crinkling his nose in distaste." }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "The vampire chuckled, not a prideful one you'd expect from a vampire but a more amused one. He was clearly young, at least by vampire standards. Yet to grow into that vampirc pride and arrogance. Well, perhaps the arrogance had already set in but he would certainly like to debate that fact with anyone who said it to his face. \"I suppose its a rather loose definition, I think 'I could be worse!' Is what I should say?\"\n\nThe vampire panted a bit, tired, hungry and quite frankly running on will power. \"Not all my meals, just the fiesty ones.\" Seeing the raised hands he let out an audible sigh of relief. \"Oh you smart bastard, I could hug you if we weren't just trying to knock chunks out of eachother. Go ahead finish your bottle if that helps, but please keep in mind this is a time sensitive manner. Much longer and you won't even have anyone to reason with, gods I am Starving.\"\n\nThe vampire looked at the blade, he had never seen such a make. Not that he was a collector, or any sort of expert on magical weapons. A though crossed his mind as he examined it. A glance between the blade and the human, and he decided to take what was admittedly a gamble. Throwing the blade to the human. \"Here.\"\n\nSitting down the vampire kept a pair of hungry eyes on the human. \"Straight through the chest if I start taking more then is fair. Don't make me regret this if you can help it.\" The vampire looked up at the night sky, his hunger setting in deeper and deeper each moment. He had no reason to give the mans blade back, in most scenarios he had just given up any leverage he had fought for. He wasn't even sure why he did it, but it wouldn't be the first time he through caution to the side simply for the sake of doing something because he just felt like it.\n\n\"Persistent hm? I'll take it as a compliment. Starving to deaths never been on my bucket list. I'd like to pass doing something more grand, maybe drinking dragons blood and it killing me in the process.\"" }, { "author": "Theron Fleck", "message": "As much as Theron hated to admit it, Ethan had a valid point. He _could_ have been worse. He thought back on the warnings he had received, of a berserk, bloodthirsty beast. If Ethan had been anything like the rumors, Theron may have found himself in hotter water than he currently was.\n\nTheron exhaled, though his sigh was much more of exasperation rather than the relief the vampire felt. He could practically hear his father's derisive laugh in the back of his head. _Theron's Signature Bad Luck._ \"I'll take that as a compliment,\" Theron remarked drily with a roll of his eyes. \"I like to make people work for getting the chance to put their mouth anywhere near me.\" It was heavily sarcastic, but Theron's demeanor was generally sour regardless. He let out a quiet _hmph_ as Ethan approved his request to finish his bottle, letting his hands drop to dust off his jerkin before scooping down to fix the lantern. \"Fine. Let's get this over with then.\"\n\nOnce it was re-lit and the soft light illuminated the immediate area, Theron then snatched up his bottle which miraculously went untouched in their scuffle. He had planned to finish it later but he supposed now was as good a time as any. Liquid gold eyes glanced up towards Ethan, even brighter in the firelight, though hardened by his stony stare. He hadn't been expecting him to give him his sword back, though he caught it with his free hand all the same. \n\n\"...Thanks,\" Theron mumbled, replacing Magnolia into her sheath. He would then join Ethan in taking a seat, all his cares once again going out the window as he plopped himself right next to his former adversary. He promptly popped the cork on his rum and tipped his head back to empty the rest of the bottle down his throat, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth as he finished in record time. He really hadn't been kidding when he called himself an alcoholic.\n_ _\n\nSetting the newly empty bottle at his side, he propped his elbows on his knees, inclining his head to fix his heavy stare back upon Ethan now that he could really _see_ him in this closer proximity.\n\n\"You try not to make me regret this either, yeah?\" What was he even saying? He was about to offer his neck to a vampire with blind trust that he wouldn't rip his throat out afterwards. \"Tch. Really aiming for making the impossible _possible,_ huh?\" Theron's eyes dropped as he fidgeted with the collar of his shirt, loosening up the strings so he could pull the fabric out of the way. Though he didn't have any visible scars on his face, the reveal of his neck and collarbone started to tell a different story. Even in such a limited area of skin, it was littered with some small scars but also some larger ones that continued under the rest of his clothes, a variety of what looked like cuts and burns of different ages.\n\n\"Just... Come on. Don't get any blood on my shirt, it takes a long time to clean it.\"" }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "\"Do people often offer to put their mouths near you my dear human? Maybe clashing with a monster hasn't helped but you certainly seem plenty intimidating.\" The vampire teased in return, continuing on. \"Well intimidating for a human. I imagine people like their odds with you more then someone of my, lets say Style. Then again I'm told I'm very charming! The fangs are a fun conversation starter.\" The vampire hadn't let his guard down, infact he was more on edge now then when the pair started their conflict. Patience was never one of Ethans strong points, and with fresh blood so close he was practically losing his mind.\n\nEthans crimson eyes met Therons golden, allowing a silence to fill the air for a moment. Apon a closer inspection the vampire was, well mostly what one would expect. Pale, flawless skin. Pitch black although messy hair, to most rather intimate fangs. His eyes are what most had a tendency to remember, a vibrant red that seemed to stare past you, stare Into You. Curious yet fierce eyes, a jarring opposition to his mischievous way of speaking and his overly relaxed and uncaring posture. \n\nAnd here the pair was, simply sitting besides eachother. As if they weren't rather close to deciding killing eachother was the better alternative. As if, no matter how you sliced it, they weren't a vampire and human. Ethan chuckled to himself, the strangeness of the situation not being lost on him.\n\n\"Well, I certainly won't challange your ability to hold your drink thats for certain.\" The vampire watched the human closely, tapping his finger on his knee. He was growing impatient but doing his best not to show it. This was, for Ethan, the ideal outcome. He got his fill of blood and most importantly without having to kill for it. A habit most vampires deemed as normal, and though even was neither morally just or above killing to survive, it was rarely his first plan.\n\n\"Making the impossible possible? Why of course! I'm quite amazing you know, I would be doing vampires across Eluria a disservice by not doing something great with uh... This gift of theirs... Hm that left a sour taste in my mouth.\"\n\nEthan snapped to attention as Therons neck became visible, almost jolting on the spot. But he waited until the human spoke. Appearing infront of him at his usual vampric speed. \"I'll do my best to not make you regret it, who knows you might be one of the weirdo's who like it. Though try not to make it obvious if you do, I'm very professional I'll have you know.\" A clear joke, one last attempt at humour before he placed a hand on Theron's shirt. \"Don't mind me.\"\n\nHis sharp fangs peirced the humans neck, drinking deeply. He did his best not to make a mess, the hunger finally being fought off. His grip tightened, before quickly loosening as he did his best not to loose composure. If asked the vampire would stop and move away, enjoying his meal while he had the opportunity." }, { "author": "Theron Fleck", "message": "\"Usually when they're interested in what I might have in my pockets,\" Theron grumbled. \"Or lonely. Desperate people tend to overlook intimidation, aye?\" Amber orbs raised back towards Ethan's face, falling quiet for a brief moment as he appraised the vampire in the flitting light. Ethan was, in fact, exactly what Theron would expect a vampire to look like. Pale - nearly perfect, even, with a contrasting mess of black hair and keen scarlet eyes reminiscent of blood. The only thing throwing him off was how youthful and curious he felt, bringing on an unspoken question of him wondering how old Ethan might've been. He had heard stories of vampires living for centuries, though he was never sure if they were true or not.\n\nTheron, on the other hand, had not much to hide. The ramifications of his lifestyle were evident in the expression of his face and the scars on his skin. He had tired, disdainful amber eyes and what may as well have been a permanent scowl. His hair was grown out, strands of indigo ink pulled into a quick ponytail leaving his bangs to drape over one side of his face. He was someone who was rambunctious once, but life had mercilessly wrung it out of him in spite of his young age. \n\n\"Tch. If a dragon miraculously appears, you'll have to let me watch you try it.\"\n\nTheron adjusted his collar enough to hold it out of his way as much as possible, a wary glance flickering its way to Ethan who had wasted no time in appearing before him. \"Sure, I'll try not to get too turned on by risking death,\" Theron remarked with his trademark sarcasm, rolling his eyes. \"I've always wanted to become a vampire's f-\"\n\nThe next thing he knew, he felt Ethan's hand on his shirt, breath on his neck, and the distinct feeling of his skin being broken by fangs. Theron's words died on his tongue, his teeth gritting at the deep prick as an uncomfortable hiss worked its way through them.\n_ _\n\n\"—fffuck.\" _Ow._ It took a large amount of effort not to react by punching Ethan in the face, though his free hand did find its way around the vampire's wrist as he felt his fist clench. But just as promised, Theron simply let his head tip to the side as not to obstruct the other, cursing quietly under his breath again as he allowed the vampire to drink from him.\n\nWas it seconds? Minutes? Theron wasn't sure, though he finally squeezed Ethan's wrist as a signal in hopes the vampire wasn't about to get greedy. \"...That's enough.\"" }, { "author": "Ethan Crimson", "message": "The taste of blood had always been addicting to most vampires, and Ethan was no exception. Infact the young vampire took an enjoyment from the taste considered rather eccentric even among his peers. The taste, the rush, the feeling of strength returning all something he could never imagine getting dull. It felt like only moments passed, but Ethan didn't intend to break his promise. He could indulge at a later date, for tonight he could settle with Surviving. With Therons words and squeeze of his wrist the vampire pulled his fangs out, the wound healing unusually fast. \n\n\"Can't tell me I have bad table manners, that was truly delightful. And look at you! I certainly expected more then a few curses, perhaps I'm not your first vampire? And I thought we had something special.\" The vampire let go of Therons shirt and was quickly standing, looking out in the distance. \n\n\"Now thats better, far better.\" The vampire moved quicker now, stood more confidently and already far from the falling apart state Theron fount him in. A feral vampire was dangerous because it was unpredictable, a fed vampire was dangerous because it was Strong. Well, that was the idea at least. The vampire before Theron was no stoic and prideful beast of the night, right now the human was looking at a vampire smiling away without a worry in the world.\n\n\"It's a shame how few get to experience this feeling, nothing from when I was human compares. Not one... Maybe one thing.\" The vampire considered his options, he was fed and could comfortably make the journey to a more populated area without getting in too much trouble. But after a few stretches, chose to sit across from Theron. \n\n\"Thank you, human. It took some convincing of course but I hope you know you saved me from a dire fate tonight. A favour I won't forget, and one that I hope I can repay.\" The vampire glanced over Theron, noting the general worn down look the man had about him.\n\nHe knew better then to ask an obvious 'so whats your story!' This was far from a normal scenario for either of them he imagined so for now for a simple. \"I don't imagine this is how you thought your night would go, I certainly didn't.\"" } ]	448	7,682
208.391304	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "The day was clear, despite the frigid air that whipped through the mountain trails. The sun offered a mild respite to what had been a frigid journey, especially for the weather Kynia was used to. While her plumage wasn't for show, the rolling hills of Corol Ambo were clement for most of the year. The harpy had only seen snow in thin layers, and nowhere near enough for her to sink into if she wasn't careful. It had been unpleasant, to say the least.\n\nBut this was not a trip taken for pleasure. For Kynia was gifted with foresight, granted by her ancestors and her role as chieftain of the Faeplume flock. If the 'calamity' she had seen in her communions was to be avoided, her people had to unite. So onwards she trudged, noticing how the snow began to thin.\n\"Oh. A village,\" She chirped softly, the quiver in her voice lessening as the prospect of a warm room spurred her along the path faster. She soon found herself amongst hooded lanterns, stout and sturdy huts built into the mountains themselves. Her chirps turned to happy trills, trotting closer to a signpost and leaning on her tip-toes to read it." }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Caught in somewhat of the opposite situation as Kynia, Vena had found herself staying in this small village until the weather got even slightly better at this point, considering how long the changeling had already wasted in what was becoming an increasing large gold-sink for every day she spent in the inn. During her time there, Vena had adopted somewhat of a daily ritual, spending each morning near the entrance of the village, sipping a hot drink while waiting for the day the snow seemed ever so thinner.\n\nToday almost seemed like that day, had she not been distracted by a newcomer- glaring up at a signpost with such distracted enthusiasm that it almost let rise to some instinctual feeling of 'I could pickpocket her' within the rogue. She was much too far away from any other village to attempt such a risky thing, instead approaching the harpy with a friendly smile.\n\n\"You haven't been travelling through the mountains have you? Even I'm hiding from the snow, and I doubt those feathers have helped as much as fur would.\" A strange comment, if Kynia didn't recognize Vena's race- since she didn't have any fur at all, currently in her normal form, with plain white skin, hair and pupilless eyes." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Vena's words would reach the harpy after a few moments, seemingly preoccupied with hopping close enough to the sign to read it. At the mention of feathers, Kynia would cock her head in perplexion, then swivel her body to face the stranger. She shook her body free of snow, the downy feathers under her flight plumage puffed up from the chill.\n\n\"I would usually fly, but the snow is too heavy. I am not a fledgling anymore, my down is too thin to rely on in this weather. Do you have fur? What sort of person are you?\"\nThe harpy's train of thought rolled aimlessly through the conversation, her eyes swiveling between the sign and Vena. Eventually she hopped closer, examining her head to toe; chirping curiously in-between her comments and questions." }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena held back a small giggle from watching the harpy shake off all the snow on her, freeing her feathers from it in an admittedly entertaining reveal. Vena had always been extra observant when it came to the characteristics of others, just in case they had to mimic them later on and she couldn't help but find Kynia's instantly endearing- possibly because of an already established fondness of bird's chirping and singing.\n\nAt their question, Vena seemed confused before looking down at herself and realizing she had misspoken. It wasn't that she hid who she was but referencing her abilities without any need to wasn't wise. \n\n\"A very pale one,\" They answered vaguely, before sticking a hand out to shake. \"Named Vena, and I can tell you now there isn't much of anything interesting on that sign or in this town.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"You are very pale, yes. Do you live in the mountains? It isn't very sunny here, so you would be very pale.\"\nKynia would nod in agreement, staring at her hand for a moment. Recognition flickered in her eyes, raising a wing to return the gesture. The breadth of her flight feathers would brush along Vena's forearm, feeling an avian talon grip her hand and shake.\n\nAnother blank moment passed before the harpy recalled the next step, perking up at the mention of a name.\n\"Oh- Yes, Vena. Good. My name is Kynia of the Faeplume. What does this sign say? Does it say anything about an inn? Or about harpies?\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"Definitely not, just held hostage here till it's nicer to travel.\" Vena replied, noticing Kynia's momentary confusion and wondering if it was perhaps a little silly to assume a harpy would know about handshakes in the first place. \"I've never met a harpy before, guess around these mountains would be where I'd be likely to run into one.\"\n\nA little bit of excitement struck Vena at the possibility of being able to shapeshift into a harpy, considering she had never even seen a painting of one before. Is flying truly as effortless as they make it seem? \n\n\"'Kynia of the Faeplume'\" Vena repeated, failing to recall any memory of the title. \"Sounds important.\"\n\n\"Nothing about harpies...? But the inn's that way, only one but I reckon they've plenty of rooms- I don't seem to have any neighbours.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Her exuberance soon turned to concern, her expression deepening with consternation.\n\"I had heard stories of winged raiders in these mountains... Perhaps they're further up the trail. I hope my journeys this far from Anduillan haven't been for nothing.\"\n\n\"I will ask at this inn. Come, it is too cold to speak for so long out here.\"\nKynia would shift gears almost immediately at the mention of free rooms, waddling towards the largest building amongst the hamlet; she assumed it was the inn.\n\n\"I think it is. I am their chieftain, after all. Our flock is quite large for our lifespans.\"\nAn air of pride entered the little harpy's voice, puffing out her chest as a broad smile painted her lips. At this point, she walked with her back turned to the building, watching Vena intently – she'd said nothing but interesting things so far, it would be good to continue listening.\n\"Who are your people? You did not mention a tribe name.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"Winged Raiders? Harpies, like you?\" Vena clearly shared some of Kynia's concern, even if it wasn't for themself. They would be long gone soon but this village could barely defend itself against a couple thugs, let alone a raiding party. \n\nVena doesn't argue with her suggestion, following Kynia towards her correctly guessed inn-like building.\n\n\"Chieftain, whew. That is important.\" Vena said with surprise, wondering if she should be trying to make a far better impression. \"Tribe- er- I don't think I have one, or people really. Suppose I'm a bit of an outlander.\"\n\nDespite travelling on their own and barely talking to anyone since staying in this town, saying they 'didn't have people' out-loud stung a lot more than it should've." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Harpies, but not like me. My flock doesn't raid civilised places, only the other tribes. Especially the Lamia...\"\nHer expression darkened as her mind cast back to her younger years, recalling the conflicts between her flock and the dens that lurked in the patches of forest.\n\nBut it faded quickly, her aimless curiosity returning as they passed the threshold and into the relative warmth of the inn's interior. A few heads turned at the sound of chirping, mild panic turning to confusion. The attention soon dissipated, Kynia taking her time to soak in the environment.\n\n\"Hm hm, in some ways I am important. I am the flock's link to our ancestors, something only the chieftain can do. But I am not the best hunter, or flyer, or tailor.\"\nShe hummed, walking idly in quarter-circles around the landing in front of the main desk. The clerk wore a patient smile, glancing to Vena with a searching glare.\n\"An outlander? My flock would call you 'pilgrim'. We learnt it from the elves. There is great bravery in being without the tribe, especially for a long time. Are you brave, Vena?\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"I've heard harpies are pretty fierce.\" Vena said as she offered a couple onlookers some rude gestures when she was sure Kynia wasn't looking in reply to their glares, downplaying the real stories she'd heard- which portrayed harpies as quite the violent creatures.\n\n\"So you're a historian? Or something more spiritual?\" Vena asked before turning to the confused clerk, leaning on the desk and wordlessly pointing at the room keys behind him.\n\n\"I'm-\" Vena's instinct was to declare herself a coward on the spot but a rare moment of confidence struck her as she looked down at her pure white hands. Not many of her kind would even appear as such, and then again not many of any kind would simply throw themselves into the wilderness in search of new adventure as she had. \"In some ways and not in others.\"\n\n\"Reckon you'd be interested in something to warm to drink? My treat. I'd love to hear more about your tribe, or really anything. Been a while since I've had any good conversation.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"They can be. I hear the Western harpies are more territorial. The humans take less care of the land than the elves, there is less to share. Are you human, Vena? Or elf? Or maybe a dwarf? I've not seen a dwarf before.\"\nKynia hopped back over to Vena as the conversation continued, glancing between her and the clerk. The uneasiness seemed to fade, the young woman smiling a little softer and fetching a set of keys. The harpy would stare long at the sign behind the clerk's head, her eyes brightening after a few moments as her wing sweeped behind her. A clattering of metal was heard as she took off for a second, dropping one too many coins onto the desk. Flustered mutterings followed as the correct change was separated, the clerk leaning down to hand her the excess.\n\"Oh, thank you. Spiritual, I think. Our history is kept by older harpies than I,\" She chirped back, trotting over to the window and watching the snowfall, trilling sadly.\n\"I hoped the snow would wane faster... But it's going away slowly. But that would be nice, yes. I would also like to hear more about the ways you are brave.\"" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "The key was slid over to Vena, the young woman raising a brow at her.\n\"This is for you, ma'am? Or the bird?\"\nThe last word was stressed deliberately, casting a confused eye over Kynia as she bounced in place." }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"None of those, I'll show you in a moment- in fact I can show you your first dwarf as well.\" Vena vaguely promised, somewhat enjoying teasing the inquisitive harpy about Vena's own uncommon race.\n\n\"I've been waiting for the snow to wane for about a week now. It's a bit of gambler's fallacy but I hope that means it'll do so soon.\" \n\n\"The bird. That isn't a problem, yeah?\" Vena sternly replied to the innkeeper, clearly a rhetorical question. \"And we'd like something hot to drink each, cider or spiced wine whatever's the cheapest.\"" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "The clerk held Vena's gaze for a tense moment, before sighing and shaking her head.\n\"No, of course not... Her money's fine. You're not from around here, so I don't expect you to know.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Her head cocked to the side, blinking quickly at the pair. Her wings fluttered as she hopped closer, examining Vena a touch closer.\n\"Do you have art of dwarves with you? I have seen pictures, but not in person. What is spiced wine? I have seen cider, it is made with apples.\"\nHer attention flicked to the window once more, twittering impatiently at the falling snow. A small pout crossed her lips, though her tone didn't shift to match her face.\n\"I do not like this snow, it has stayed too long.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena replied to the clerk with no more than a not-so-friendly smile before turning their attention back to Kynia. Maybe a bit rude of her but if anyone could understand just how pointless discrimination was, it would be Vena considering they have experienced it from a multitude of different perspectives.\n\n\"Restless, huh?\" Vena giggled at the harpy's constant indecision on who, what or where she should be focusing. \"Spiced wine's exactly what it sounds like- just the usual stuff with some spices and served hot. It's nice.\"\n\nAs they spoke, the changeling walked past Kynia and towards a small empty table near a window, facing towards the empty street outside. They briefly considered being a gentleman and pulling out a chair for their feathered friend but ultimately decided the convention was likely unneeded, instead simply sliding into the chair facing Kynia.\n\n\"Tell me about it, though I have to say I think I prefer it to travelling in scorching heats.\" They remarked before gesturing at the chair opposite of them. \"Sit down and I'll show you a dwarf.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Kynia followed closely behind, deftly climbing onto the chair opposite Vena's and floating into the seat. She kicked her legs as she marvelled at the furniture.\n\"That sounds nice. I have drank wine only once before, it was a while ago.\"\nHer fidgeting lessened at the second mention of 'showing her a dwarf', her head scanning around the room quickly in anticipation.\n\"Where is this dwarf? Are they nearby?\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"You've been missing out, it's usually a bit rich for my tastes but I once sto- I once had the chance to try a Very Fancy bottle and I have to say everything they say about finely aged wine's true.\" Vena said as she watched Kynia sit opposite of her, smirking as the harpy looked around the room for a dwarf.\n\nFor the first couple turns of her head, Kynia would see no dwarf in the room. Though, in a mere instant as she turned back, she would find that Vena had disappeared. In the changeling's place was a much shorter and somehow also much larger dwarven women, wearing the same (now incredibly ill-fitting) clothes as Vena had been wearing.\n\n\"Now I reckon this lass wouldn't agree with me' taste for wine.\" Vena said, her voice matching the new body completely- even if it was clear her dwarven mannerisms could use a little work. \"They tend to stick to the beer.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Kynia froze immediately. Her eyes sharpened, one wing unfurling to reveal a long, thin lance grasped between her hand-talon. Her voice lost its warmth, the avian shrillness overtaking it.\n\"What happened to Vena. Who are you? How did you-\"\n\nBut their rising hostility halted a moment later, their nose twitching gently. Confusion seized her features, out-of-tune chirps following suit. The lance retreated under her wings as she pulled them around her like a cloak once more.\n\"...I am confused.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"Woah- Calm down.\" Vena said, raising her hands in a surrendering gesture as her eyes remained trained on the lance. Despite her seemingly being focused on disarming the situation, it was clear in Vena's now expressionful face that she was planning on striking first if the harpy didn't calm down.\n\nLuckily Kynia did and Vena let out out a long sigh as she slowly lowered her hands, changing back into her original form in an instant, like the dwarf had never been there.\n\n\"I'm a shapeshifter. A changeling to be precise, never liked the name though.\" They explained, holding a hand up as is shifted from Vena's to what seemed to a tabaxi's or beastkin's, with yellow fur and sharp claws. \"Almost anyone I've seen before, I can turn into.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "She blinked slowly, her face blank as the cogs in her head turned. Her confusion soon turned to excitement, her eyes almost sparkling in wonderment.\n\"Woah- Really? That's incredible. I've never seen that before, it's so convincing. Anything you've seen, really? Could you turn into something bigger? Smaller? Does it have to be a real creature or could it be a picture? What about-\"\nKynia continued with this flurry of curiosity, quickly hopping onto the table and bobbing her head. There was little sound as she landed, as she was very light." }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena briefly wondered if she'd rather have had this devolve into a fight instead of an excited flurry of questions. Still, she endeavoured to answer each one as Kynia asked.\n\n\"Anything I've seen, that's at least humanoid, about small as a gnome- large as an orc, paintings work but tend to lead to mistakes-\"\n\n \"Woah there!\" Vena exclaimed, pushing herself and her chair back a little as Kynia hopped onto the table. \"What about-?\"\n\nShe asked, awkwardly looking around the room at the few alarmed patrons around them before focusing on the harpy in front of her." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Oh- Sorry. I forgot. That is a powerful ability, but I would expect it is troublesome at times. Is this your original form? Are shapeshifters a people? Is that why you do not have a tribe?\"\nHer exuberance halted suddenly, looking wounded as she retreated to her seat. Her wings wrapped around her further, covering her mouth as she watched Vena with a hesitant excitement." }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"It's- confusing more than anything, might sound a bit self loathing since it's something I'm sure a lot of people would love to be able to do but it's not like you Become The appearance you're taking, even if you look like it.\" Vena addmited with a sigh before realizing she was talking to a complete stranger about the type of stuff she usually makes a point of keeping to herself. It seems Kynia's excitable personality was somewhat disarming. \"Nevermind, that doesn't make sense- I'm just talking nonsense.\"\n\n\"This is my original form, or at least as much as possible and when it comes to changelings its pretty rare to see, so count yourself lucky.\" Vena chuckled, giving Kynia a sly wink before changing shape into the inn's clerk. \"For all you know anyone you've met could be one of us, and yeah- there are multiple. Never met another though.\"\n\n\"I don't think there's such thing as a 'changeling' tribe though, and my old 'tribe' weren't good people so I reckon I'm better off without.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "The harpy slowly unfurled her wings, allowing herself to become enraptured in the conversation again. She cooed sadly as Vena opened up, nodding gently.\n\"Is it hard to find people who understand? It is hard to find people who will listen, especially in these lands. The humans are very guarded. But I am always me, you can be anyone. That would be scary to find out, if my people were slow to trust others.\"\nHer musings were cut short, trilling bashfully and lowered her head. While Kynia couldn't fully understand, she knew there were those who were suspicious of demi-humans - her journeys had not been without strife from the city folk, after all. But there were aspects she would never understand, so she bit her tongue before she said something foolish.\n\nAgain she gasped in wonder, though managed to subdue her reaction as she bounced in her seat. Vena's remark on her tribe perturbed her however, pouting slightly and shaking her head.\n\"...Was it a family, you were part of? Not all families are kind, as I have seen. Some do not treat their young very well. They would be foolish if they did, you are a kind person.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"Doesn't seem like you have it any easier though, she-\" Vena paused to point at herself, like pointing at an image of the innkeeper. \"Seemed a little weary about you staying here. Nothing you got' to worry about, I'm sure but I doubt it's just this small village. I don't know about harpy culture but people do have a pretty good reason to be guarded though. I've found trust's too often not worth the comfort it brings.\"\n\nVena once again morphed back into themself, mostly to avoid an eventual reaction if she kept stealing the appearance of somebody still in the room.\n\n\"Not blood but sure, family. Just because I seem kind talking to you here doesn't mean I am though, Kynia. You seem sweet to me but I'm sure many others have seen you in a different light, judging my that blade you keep at hand.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"As I mentioned, the Western harpies are more territorial. It is hard for humans to tell the difference, at least at first.\"\nKynia seemed unfazed by this acknowledgement, as this wasn't the first harsh reception she'd recieved. Her wings unfurled from around her waist, displaying the insides of her span - revealing the glittering blue and white feathers along the upper band of flight feathers.\n\"These are unique to my flock, and I have the most of any Faeplume in a long time,\" She explained with a flick of her chin, pride written all over her beaming face.\n\nShe perked up once more as Vena shifted back, still in awe of her ability despite the caveats she'd laid out. Her wings furled again, the harpy sitting down and glancing towards the kitchen.\n\"No-one is always one thing, it is true. I am not always chieftain of my flock, nor am I always the only harpy in Ostia. You are kind to me now, and maybe you won't be in the future. But you could have taken advantage, especially with your abilities. You did not, so that means you are a kind person to me.\"\nIt was only for a moment, but the harpy's presence seemed to grow. Behind her bright expression, a wisdom flickered, her smile far older than her size would initially suggest.\n\"You are right to be careful. But kindness is always repaid by the kind.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Mesmerized by the display, Vena found themselves leaning forward, staring at Kynia and imagining the harpy flying through the air with her feathers on display, glistening in the sky. They quickly came back out of their fantasy as Kynia continued speaking however, wishing they had the chance to see such a display in person.\n\n\"They're beautiful, really. Never seen a pattern like it.\" They said, clearly genuine. \"I reckon a flock of harpy's flying overhead has to be a pretty remarkable thing to see.\"\n\n\"Wise words and you know- I'm not sure I'd have it any other way. People are interesting because they're more than just the sum of their parts- always overcoming circumstance and all that.\" Vena remarked, resting her head on her palm as she sighed and looked out the window at the falling snow. She didn't agree with Kynia's last remark but figured it was best to keep that to herself, far too many times had Vena seen the kind exploited while the unkind prevailed- one of the few perspectives left within in Vena that allowed them to steal and lie while remaining as guilt-free as possible.\n\n\"Did you ever say where you were heading, or why you're headed there? Must be important if it demands the attention of a chieftain and disapproved of- if you're going alone.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "The harpy nodded in approval, both to Vena's agreement and her praise of her plumage. Her expression bordered on smug, but her jubilance seemed to take over quickly enough.\n\"There are so many fascinating people, I can't wait to meet them all.,\" She chirped, folding her wings to her sides as she flicked her gaze about impatiently.\n\"Where is this drink you mentioned- Oh, I did not. It is very dire. It is also a long story, do you wish to hear it?\"\nThere was a graveness to her words, the carefree attitude melting away for another moment more as she glowered a the table." }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"Meeting people's fun and all but be careful, alright? Not that I think anyone needs to worry over you, 'seem to have things handled just fine.\" Vena said, subtly pointing behind Kynia as they asked about the drinks. \"Right on time.\"\n\nThe same clerk as before, seemingly the innkeeper approached from behind the harpy and set down two ceramic mugs of spiced wine on the table as she gave Vena a mean glare, likely because of the changeling stealing her appearance just earlier. They really had been lucky enough to find a small village without too much suspicion of outsiders, or at least enough fear of them to avoid kicking a mischievous (and often somewhat annoying, as the innkeeper had already very well found out from having to put up with Vena for a week.) shapeshifter out the second they wandered in.\n\n\"Thanks~\" Vena winked at the innkeeper, ignoring her obvious annoyance before turning their attention back to Kynia. \"I like a good long story, so long as you don't mind telling it.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"I shall do so. Our people have been warned by the caretakers not to trust too easily, so I have been more careful.\"\nDespite the determination behind her words, it was clear she barely understood what was asked of her by the elves. Her lack of caution during her initial meeting with Vena was evidence enough.\n\n\"Oh, thank you,\" She chirped to the clerk, who glanced to her with another bout of confusion.\n\n\"...Cause no trouble, harpy. There are stories about your kind in these mountains.\"\nShe muttered, shaking her head and walking away swiftly. There was a pause, the harpy forestalling her reaction as she processed this response. But instead of a negative one, her face brightened; she began to sing quietly in delight.\n\n\"The rumours were true! My journey hasn't been for nought... This is good, very good.\" \nShe nodded quickly, beaming and rubbing her chin. Her wing feathers bristled, a pensive state falling over her momentarily. It was broken once she recognised Vena's assent to an explanation, resting her little talons on the table. She stared at the mug as she spoke, her perplexed expression not matching her serious tone.\n\"Then I shall tell you. As I have said, I am chieftain of the Faeplume. My people are unique amongst the harpy flocks, as our seer and leader are one in the same. When given time and focus, I can commune with the spirits of the land to gain wisdom.\"\nShe picked up the mug tentatively, her talons tapping at it as the warmth pierced through her hands. The harpy sipped, shivering from the tart and smoky flavour. \n\"But my last communion was nothing celebratory, as I was warned of a Calamity that will befall all our peoples — not just the harpies, but all beastfolk. I left on a journey, to find the harpy tribes and confirm these stories.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"Caretakers?\" Vena asked, despite already having a good guess at what Kynia was referring to. She had some experience with beastfolk that lived in the wild and they usually had some sort of contact with an external druid or the like who offered their help to a tribe. Vena had never actually been close enough to any of these communities to know if this was true, however.\n\nAs the harpy paused, Vena half-stood up, clearly about to shout after the clerk and say what she thought about the unwanted comments. At least until Kynia seemed unusually excited, leading to the changeling simmering down as they looked over to Kynia in confusion.\n\n'Commune with the spirits of the land- not sure I'll ever quite understand magic.' Vena thought while Kynia continued her story, wondering what such an act looked like. The closest she'd been to anything magical aside from her own race were firebolts that happened to hit their mark while the thief attempted to run away.\n\n\"Calamity? And it's supposed to befall all beastfolk?\" They repeated, trying their best to hide the skeptical tone. This story was no different than any old common street urchin soothsayer's tale to them, even if Vena didn't want to see Kynia like that. \"What are we talking here? Forest fire, plague, blight?\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"I do not know. Only in recent decades have I begun speaking to the breadth of our ancestors, so my interpretations are surface-level... An issue with our unique situation, to be sure. Most seers play their role the day they can speak, guided by their chieftain.\"\nThe harpy sighed, taking small sips of the drink as she continued her explanation. Her gaze was locked on the mug, her brow arched in a mix of concern and concentration.\n\n\"I must confirm that these visions are as I've interpreted them, but that can only be done through the other harpy flocks. Only the smallest flocks do not have a seer, and they look to the larger tribes for guidance. So far I have spoken to one, but their vision is clouded after their years under the humans' thumb... I worry I will not find the answer.\"\nThere was a sadness to her voice, her mind filled with the alternatives that may have resolved this situation faster. She looked to the closest window, peering out at the flurry of snow.\n\"With the rumours that gather in these mountains, I'd hoped to find one of the larger flocks. The more isolated tribes are better attuned to the ancestors...\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"I suppose this sort of divination stuff is always pretty vague, isn't it?\" Vena said somewhat sarcastically as she took a long sip out of her mug, sighing as the mulled wine immediately warmed her up. Hopefully some more would also warm her mind to the idea of spirits foretelling a doomsday for beastfolk and only beastfolk. Divination wasn't an easy magic to trust, not as real as teleporting across a room or summoning a plate full of food from thin air.\n\n\"Seems like you're close, how'd you know these other harpy's are going to be as nice as you though? The innkeeper's heard 'stories' but those usually aren't good when someone puts it like that. For all you know these harpies could be a band of raiders, killers- maybe even worse.\"\n\nVena felt a little guilty with how upfront she'd been with her pessimism but she found it very hard to believe that harpies lacked the same inter-conflicts any other race had.\n\n\"Sorry- I realize saying all that doesn't really help when you Have To find them regardless. Just be careful, yeah?\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Ordinarily, it is not so. The spirits speak directly to us, so conversation is direct - if not a touch blunt.\"\nHer tone flattened as her expression did the same, eyes glazing over as she recalled the myriad lectures she'd recieved from great-great-great-grandmothers and similar. \"But to commune with so many ancestors at once is... Troublesome.\"\n\nThe mention of harpy disposition was met with a shake of her head, Kynia smiling brightly in her refutation.\n\"There will be none of that, at least the killing or worse. Despite how I may look to your folk, I have the chieftain's markings upon my plumage,\" She reassured, shifting to better display her right wing; pointing with a talon to the odd discolouration near her shoulder feathers. \"Even their lowest caste scouts will recognise this. But this brings me concern, on whether to bring a companion... It may be dangerous for them...\"\nKynia pondered this deeply, worry creasing her brow as she tapped her chin. \n\nThe thought seemed to dissipate quickly however, her attention returning to Vena with renewed interest.\n\"I shall do so, thank you. I am interested in what brings you to these mountains, Vena. You wander alone, yes? Is there something you are looking for here?\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"Sounds- not great, actually. I never get the experience but from what I've heard most people wouldn't appreciate on-demand judgement from their 'ancestors', however far back that goes.\" Vena chuckled, even if Kynia's aura was far from cheery about it. She must have heard something deeply unsettling to have taken such a warning completely serious, even if the spirits had been so vague. Vena briefly thought 'At least it doesn't affect me...' before catching and quickly rearing in her selfish side as she remembered the many beastfolk who had done right by her, even if she wasn't the type to stick around long.\n\nAt the mention of bringing a companion, Vena would be lying if she said she wasn't a little tempted to offer herself. She did crave some excitement in her life after a weeks worth of boring downtime but maybe throwing oneself straight into a metaphorical hornet's nest and literal harpy's nest wasn't the best idea.\n\n\"Surely somebody'd be pretty safe in such important company, right? Would be a pretty bold move to harm a Chieftain's companion.\" She remarked, wondering if copying such a mark could be useful should she ever run into other harpy's. \n\n\"Ah, Me\" The changeling seemed disappointed at the conversation turning to her but she obliged and answered Kynia's questions. \"To be frank, it's not as interesting a journey as yours. The truth is I barely know where I'm heading, just- can't stand being in the same place so long. I'm not really the settling down kinda' person. Much prefer the faster and coincidently more dangerous life.\"\n\n\"I figure, everybody's staying holed up in their towns, in their villages, they're not actually making any use of their life. I just want to be able to say I did and maybe make a difference while I'm at it.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Kynia nodded in approval, understanding Vena's sentiment quite well.\n\"There are many in my flock who prefer our own company, who do not like speaking with the other tribes. The only ones they tolerate are the caretakers, for they aid us in many ways. It is a shame...\"\nShe trilled sadly, the words of warning she recieved from the elders of her flock before her journey dancing in the back of her mind. Her neck feathers bristled as she retreated into them, glowering at the table for a moment. \n\nShe took another sip, again shivering at the taste, though smiling as the flavour grew on her.\n\"Wandering is fun, I have found my journey to be filled with lots of interesting things. But I have found few friends, so far. When you move around, people seem to forget easily...\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"You don't seem like that, which I suppose is befitting a chieftan but I'd go as far to say that despite the danger and peril- you might even be a little excited to meet outsiders.\" Vena teased, fairly confident in her deduction considering Kynia hadn't displayed any distrust towards the changeling while revealing their purpose here, at least aside from the shock of Vena's first shapeshift infront of her. \" 'Course I don't know you. Maybe you're just really polite, or I'm just great company.\"\n\n\"I try to remember people, I think its important. Might just be because I want to be remembered and-\" They pause, briefly imagining a few memories of her 'work'- sneaking by people, regrettably being close enough to hear the anguish when someone finds their pockets empty or the worst of it all- tricking somebody while wearing the appearance of another, experiencing true trust in Them But not directed at Them. \"What I do doesn't exactly leave me in the position for that, or at least to be remembered fondly. I don't want to talk about it though, so I wouldn't bother asking unless you're a fan of vague answers. Which from what you've told me, I'm guessing you're not.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Perhaps so... We see few, it is always nice to see new faces.\"\nShe admitted, a warmth colouring her cheeks. The harpy beamed at Vena's waver of confidence, chirping happily.\n\"I would say the latter, Vena. I am told I can be- Blunt? But you have treated me well despite that. That makes you the best company, for me.\"\n\nKynia cocked her head at her answer, the implications clearly missing her entirely.\n\"I do not think I am, no. But I trust your reasons, so I will not push. I hope you find more to remember you fondly, besides me.\"\nShe drained the last of her wine, her neck disappearing into her ruffles as she shivered once more - this drink was too much for her all at once, it seemed. Her disposition hardened once more, a tentative thread meeting her words.\n\"If you are wandering, maybe you could join me? I would not put you in danger, of course. You would be free to leave if the situation became dangerous. There will be payment as well. I expect I will not find many other willing travellers here...\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"And I'm not about to run out of new faces anytime soon.\" Vena joked, tempted to shapeshift again but ultimately dissuaded by how much attention the two were already drawing. Instead she took a long drink of her wine, finishing the last half of it in one go before replying. \"I like blunt- being it never did me any favours though. I'm not about to change because of a little adversity, though.\"\n\n\" 'preciate it.\" The rogue said quietly, glad that Kynia wasn't pushing- especially after the next offer. Maybe Kynia trusted Vena but even at that, the harpy was surely smart enough to steer clear of someone like Vena when it came to jobs that require some more delicate handling. So long as she simply seemed like a capable traveller or simply someone strong enough to prove more useful than the average villager? Then they could remain friends, and hopefully end up separated long before Vena had to reveal her worse side.\n\nDespite already making up her mind, the changeling paused before replying- a little bit of tension never hurt anyone, after all.\n\n\"Sure- but if you're paying me then I'm not running soon as it gets dangerous, after all that's why I'm coming in the first place, right?\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "The tension seemed to rattle the little harpy, her body bracing as if ready for a charging beast. The anxiety in her form was blown away with Vena's assent, smiling broadly and bouncing in her seat.\n\n\"Most excellent! This will go well, I think. But yes, I expect you to prioritise your safety, Vena. No matter how dangerous it gets between us, these harpies and I are kin — they will not harm me without consequence from within their flock.\"\nHer tone was grave, her age seeping in as she seemed to put her foot down on this matter. It quickly melted into consternation, tapping a talon against her lips.\n\n\"Hm... With your ability, it may be more useful for you to take a guise. How much can you change the features you copy?\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Kynia's overly excited reaction to Vena agreeing earned a small giggle out of the changeling. They wondered if all harpies were as obvious with their emotions as she was. It would be refreshing if they were, after spending so long around defensive villagers. \n\n\"Yes Ma'am.\" Vena replied sarcastically, already sure that Kynia's self sacrificing demeanour wouldn't stop them from stepping in if these harpies tried to threaten her.\n\n\"I Can Change some things, like colours-\" Vena said as she shapeshifted into the same dwarven lady as before, this time with mismatching blonde hair. \"And I can partially transform, to some extent-\" She continued, reverting to her original form before changing her hand to match Kynia's, talons and all along with a couple feathers.\n\n\"But that's the extent of originality. If I'm to become a harpy and don't have a painting or something of another, the best I can do is be you with some slight differences.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Kynia's head bobbed as she listened, pausing briefly to narrow her eyes at Vena's sarcastic assent, but returning to her deep thought soon after. While some of the wonderment remained, the harpy seemed to be scrutinising the changeling's alternative forms more closely, especially studying the partial shift.\n\n\"Hmm... A painting...?\"\nThe cogs in her head turned slowly, but an idea soon struck her. Her back straightened as she met Vena's eyes once more, fumbling over her little pack as something was fished out. She set the item on the table with a heavy clack, the worn metal still boasting some heft.\n\"Take a look at the picture in this locket. Perhaps you can take some features from this form.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena displayed her imitation of Kynia's feather's as proudly as the harpy did, allowing her to study them as much as she wanted. While the body attached was distinctly Vena's, Kynia wouldn't find a single flaw in the talons they had replicated- it seemed so long as they had an appropriately well studied source the transformation was perfect in every way.\n\n\"Someone special in here?\" Vena asked as they reached to pickup the locket, inspecting the exterior in their hands for a moment before flicking it open.\n\nThe changeling couldn't help but wonder if Kynia had considered that as much as she could effortlessly appear like a harpy, Vena would still have to put on an act to really Seem Like one. Though in their experience most people tend to trust their eyes more than their gut, something that has allowed them to get out of situations that in hindsight would've made it very obvious they were not what they appeared to be." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "The locket was large enough to fill the harpy's whole talon, the image inside large enough to boast some detail. Depicted inside was a portrait of a woman, clearly harpy in features, though taller and more shapely than Kynia. A warm, maternal smile rested on her face, her large eyes lowered demurely. The resemblance was clear, Kynia making this crystally so.\n\"My mother, long passed. It was in my fourth decade that we lost her, so memory of her rests only within my flock. I do not know how much of one's form you can change, but this may assist you in that.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena had expected such a locket to have someone dear's, and likely deceased's picture inside but still frowned; not out of sympathy, but out of worry. She had been asked many times before to take the form of someone's late family or partner, if not for the purposes of harpy-diplomacy but the few times she obliged led to very awkward consoling amid some stranger's emotion breakdown. \n\nTrusting Kynia however, Vena took a couple moments to stare at both the picture inside the locket and Kynia before pausing.\n\n\"Er- The wings, do you have holes in the back of your shirt?\" They asked, glad they had realized before attempting to shapeshift. \"I would just take mine off but it's not like we're alone here. 'Could try it without but they're pretty important, wouldn't want to get it wrong.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "The question confused the harpy, but stories of angels and their physiology floated to her mind's surface to explain Vena's query. The cloak that draped around Kynia was slipped from her shoulders, revealing the layers of thick cloth wrappings that covered her in piecemeal. Her feathers obscured the rest of her body, fluffy down filling in the gaps between. Her wings unfurled, the loss of the cloak presenting how they connected to her torso - her arms and wings were one, small talons on her wingtips that flexed like hands.\n\"No holes, we do not wear clothing of that style. It would be no issue if you wished to, but be careful not to tear the arms with your wings.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"Oh!\" Vena said, stuck between deciding if she should now be excited to experience such unfamiliar biology or embarrassed at their assumption. Favouring the former, they excitedly stood up and took of their coat before moving to Kynia's side, somewhat invasively studying her. \"Okay, shouldn't be a problem now.\"\n\nNext, Vena took off their tunic, revealing another sleeveless layer below. The changeling was immediately reminded just how cold it was but hoped that the feathers would at least somewhat alleviate it.\n\nFinally Vena shapeshifted. Like the many times before there was no sign of transformation, Kynia would simply find that the changeling that had once stood before her was now a female harpy.\n\nVena had copied all of Kynia's mother's features that were present in the photo however it was clear she had to use Kynia to fill in the rest- though the similarities turned out to fit in quite well considering the two were related.\n\n\"How do I look...?\" Vena asked nervously, hoping that she hadn't forgotten something embarassingly important." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "She flexed her arms to display as much of her wingspan as possible, seeming not to mind the changeling's proximity. On the contrary, the gratitude she felt for Vena's attention to detail curled her lips noticeably enough. The cloak would drape over her once she stepped away, Kynia blinking a few times to acclimate.\n\n\"...You look just like her. It is very good.\"\nThe harpy's voice weighed heavy as she looked over Vena's new form, talons pressed to her chest as she approached slowly. Kynia sweeped around her in a circle, examining her in complete silence for a minute or so. Once she returned to face her, she smiled broadly - a mix of nostalgia and sorrow colouring her features.\n\"Yes. Just like her. This will do fine, I think. You will not need to speak, I do not think - chieftains often travel with attendants, who are often relatives. The resemblance will be in our favour... How do the wings feel? I don't know how much you can feel them...\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Rather than risk saying the wrong thing, Vena remained silent as Kynia inspected them, instead following the harpy's gaze and taking in their own new form. While the changeling had done it many times before, taking an unfamiliar form always had a short learning curve as they grappled with not only the new body but all of the sensation that came along with it- afterall Vena's abilities weren't just skin deep, she was as much of a harpy as Kynia.\n\n\"I feel a lot lighter and the wings are-\" Vena paused to lift her arms up, clearly marvelling as the wings stretched out in turn. \"Strange, they catch a lot of cold air...\"\n\nOnce Kynia had finished studying her, Vena took a single step towards her chair before tumbling forward, barely catching herself on the table, digging into the wood with her talons while letting out a flurry of panicked chirps.\n\n\"New feet.\" Vena said with a deep sigh, wondering if the chirps had really come from her or Kynia. \"Gonna take a second to get used to.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Elder harpies will have less and less down feathers in-between, you will need to keep the insides covered for the most part. You will fly well, however.\"\nKynia chirruped, a seam of novelty presenting itself from advising someone on how to use a harpy's body. To demonstrate this, she unfurled her wings and drew them around herself, folding one wingtip over the other. The impression was given that she wore two cloaks, one far thicker than the other.\n\n\"Ah!- You will spread your weight out more, and be careful not to press your talons into the floor! It will make you slip.\"\nPanic spurred Kynia forwards as Vena stumbled, partly from worry; partly from the sight of her mother almost falling over. It dissipated as she giggled softly, offering her arms to assist Vena's first few steps." }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena matched Kynia's giggle as she held the harpy's arm and took a couple experimental steps, seemingly getting the hang of it pretty quickly even if her fall left Vena with a embarrassed flush of red on her face. While she was fairly open about her abilities, this was the first time she'd ever shapeshifted into something so new in the presence of not only one person but an entire inn (if not also a very empty inn) of onlookers, who were clearly to trying to remain subtle and failing as they watched the two.\n\n\"Fly?\" Vena said, glaring at Kynia with wide eyes. It was a scary, if not incredibly alluring possibility- barely being able to walk didn't bode well for her other harpy-related abilities however. \"I don't know, I'm not exactly an expert at this Kynia. Not lookin' to break a couple bones jumping off some roof.\"\n\nAs she spoke Vena experimented with what Kynia had shown her just before she fell, wrapping her wings around herself as if they were a cloak. She immediately felt much warmer, letting out a small happy chirp. \n\n\"Those noises you kept making weren't all on purpose, huh? I guess it's cute- and not as bad a betrayer of mood as a tail.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "The harpy's cheery disposition was touch more serene than before, relishing in this new experience as she took on a mentor's role. Vena's incredulity was met with a blank stare, Kynia tilting her head slightly.\n\n\"Hm? You would not break bones, harpies are very light. Even young harpies pick it up very quickly, and you are an adult - you would be fine.\"\nShe spoke of it very nonchalantly, though her actual experience with teaching fledgelings was questionable at best. The series of chirps were met by her own, Kynia almost bouncing with her excitement.\n\"Yes, very much so! There is much to glean from our songs, which I can teach you in part. Your song is very pretty, Vena.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"I'll trust you, even if it seems pretty unbelievable that I would be able to fly just because of these.\" Vena stretched her arms outwards in a pose much more natural for a human looking at their palms than a harpy looking at their wings. Uses aside, she couldn't help but remark on the beauty of them. Kynia had said these feathers were unique but did that mean other harpies would pale in comparison to this? Or did they all have different, but equally beautiful feather? \"I've grown to love my own appearance, unlike many of my kind- but I have to admit, it's nice to be so colourful even if I usually don't like to draw the attention forms like this bring.\"\n\nEven if she should know better by now, Kynia's excitement and offers to teach Vena about their culture continued to surprise her. She had to assume that Kynia was unlike most of her kind, judging by how little information on harpies seemed to exist.\n\n\"Thanks.\" Vena replied shyly, tempted to try make a chirp of her own volition before deciding against likely embarassing herself. \"If you're really willing to teach me I'd love to learn. Do harpies really sing? Like birds? Never really been the best at the human version...\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"I will show you during our journey, how easy a harpy flies.\"\nShe puffed out her chest in her pride, nodding decisively as she rested her hands on her hips. It quickly shifted to another bout of joy, hopping closer and gently running her talons along Vena's plumage.\n\"You've made a beautiful plumage, Vena. I would not be surprised if your original form's beauty translates directly, I've not seen such feathers in quite some time.\"\nKynia was full of praise, twittering out a meandering birdsong in response to the changeling's question.\n\"The smaller kinds do, our sort and some of the forest harpies. The mountain harpies have great and powerful cries, which have their own beauty - perhaps not to the layman's ears, though. And I do not believe that.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"So long as you go first.\" Vena half-joked, hoping being pushed off a cliff or the like wasn't in her future.\n\nThe changeling allowed Kynia to feel her feathers, awkwardly standing tall as they did in a poor imitation of how the harpy proudly displayed themselves. Vena wasn't able to keep the cold facade as soon as Kynia implied their real form was as beautiful, immediately earning an embarrassingly cheery chirp from Vena.\n\n\"Come on, you're making me blush- I don't do well with praise, never know what to say back.\"\n\n\"And you'd better believe it, not unless you want proof after I've had a little too much to drink. Maybe I can learn a couple harmonic chirps while I'm like this though- can't begin to imagine how I could sound like you just did, though.\"\n\n\"Speaking of sounding like you, anything real' important I should know before trying to pretend I'm a harpy? I can take most of my ques from you Kynia, but I don't want to mess up and ruin this meeting with these other harpies- I know it's important.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"I would do so, yes.\"\nKynia chimed back flatly, removing her hands and trotting back a few steps. She brightened at Vena's birdsong, seeming to glean more meaning from the sound than any speech.\n\"You don't? Most give praise to share their happiness, it is a reward on its own.\" She folded her arms and hummed approvingly, shifting to ponder her query.\n\"Important? Hm... It depends on what you wish to know. I can tell you of our physical forms, and parts of our culture. But the flocks are long separated, our customs are all different. I suppose some basics will be...\" \n\nThe harpy paced around Vena once, returning to her front with a far sharper expression.\n\"Eye contact is a powerful thing for our kind. Only equals and challengers are met by eye, so avoid it with anyone who isn't clearly a servant or a worker. Soldiers will make eye contact almost constantly in challenge, so do not worry about etiquette with them.\"\n\nShe then displayed the insides of her wings once more, the glimmering feathers held flat against her span.\n\"The insides of one's wings are for intimidation and ceremony. Greetings to elders and chieftains are given with them turned outwards, accompanying a bow. Lower castes only recieve a bow.\"\nFollowing her explanation, the bow was demonstrated. There was a degree of elegance the little harpy didn't seem capable of, yet she sweeped her arms with the grace of a noble.\n\"I would suggest you try it, if only to get used to the feeling.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"Guess I don't have much practice, don't take this as me feeling sorry for myself but it isn't very often a blank palette without so much as irises is called beautiful.\" Vena said somewhat spitefully, contradicting her last statement about growing to love her appearance- clearly some insecurity still lay deep inside the changeling, even if they weren't likely to admit it. She didn't let the feeling last though, instead focusing on Kynia's briefing.\n\nWhile Vena wished she did it more often from a tourist's perspective, learning the cultures of people she planned to imitate had to be her least favourite part of it. Back when she had taken herself a little less seriously, Vena had found out first had just how violently someone can react when their very perception of the world is thrown into question by a mischievous shapeshifter and learned that even if most were ignorant, just the slightest combination of slip-ups could lead to suspicion or worse.\n\n\"Guess that means I shouldn't be making eye contact with you right now?\" Vena smirked, seemingly making it at a point to continue her direct eye contact. \"I'll cut it out when we're around other harpies but for now you're just going to have to deal with a little insubordination from your loyal Attendant, whatever that is.\"\n\n\"Got it, my liege~\" Vena teased before confidently stepping forward and matching the bow Kynia had down with surprising accuracy. \"Might not be a singer but I'm a pretty good dancer, matching someone's movements must come naturally with a body made for imitation.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"You are very elegant, Vena.\"\nKynia replied simply, chirping quietly and smiling. \"If none have said this to you yet, they will in time. I believe this wholly.\"\nPerhaps the harpy was naive on how others treated Vena, but she seemed to be earnest. Her question about eye contact was met with a few steps taken closer, Kynia making a point to maintain her gaze.\n\"As my attendant, you can look me in the eye. You will be considered an extension of my authority, not a subject of it. Only those outside our flock will need to worry about meeting my eyes - you will see how the flocks discipline those who step out of line... But you will be safe, the most they can do is snap at you.\"\nThere was a moment's anxiety in her last statement, worried that she had implied Vena might be harmed during this visit.\n\"It might be a lot to keep in mind, but this is safer than bringing an outsider. I will not allow them to touch you, Vena. I promise you that.\"\n\nThe sound of flapping wings met the changeling as she straightened, Kynia attempting to clap with her talons - her wings getting in the way, even as they were furled. Disappointment darkened her features, glaring at her hands as if they had failed her. But exuberance quickly overtook this, nodding happily.\n\"That was excellent, Vena. I would love to see your dancing, we have very little of the sort in our flock. Some of the larger harpy tribes dance instead of sing, we may see some soon.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"And you're very sweet, feathers but I think the only one competiting for the 'elegant' title here is you.\" Vena smiled, seemingly experimenting with nicknames for the harpy. 'Feathers' might be a little on the nose but it worked while the two were the only harpies in the room. \"I'll take it though, I suppose elegance has many forms.\"\n\nAs Kynia stepped towards Vena, maintaining eye contact, the changeling was surprised to find themselves genuinely intimidated. Perhaps the Chieftan did have the authority to back up such an important title after all- or some strange ingrained harpy instinct towards eye contact happened to match culture.\n\n'I'll see how the flocks 'discipline' those who step out of line.' Vena nervously repeated in her head, immediately imagining some of the worst cases possible. Kynia's reassurance didn't help ease her nerves much either.\n\n\"You don't have to worry about me, I can handle myself- even if that means taking some weird harpy punishment to keep my cover. Can't be that bad, right?\" Vena said hopefully, unsure if she wanted the question to be answered or not. \"Just- Don't stick your neck out for me. \"\n\nThe harpy's sad attempt at a clap earned a small giggle from Vena before she attempted the exact same thing- managing to get a little closer \n\n\"Hopefully they've got similar styles as everyone else, it's no fun if I don't get to spin anyone 'round.\"\n\n\"You don't actually know where these harpies are yet though, do you?\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "The compliment caught Kynia off-guard, already caught up in Vena's demonstrations. She trilled quietly, shrinking slightly and trotting a few paces away.\n\"Ah- This is not true... But I will accept your praise, thank you Vena.\"\n\nShe turned back and flashed a bright smile, the blush still reddening her cheeks. There was a pause as the changeling spoke of 'harpy punishment', a graveness falling over her eyes.\n\"...We shall see. I will do my best to keep the situation under control. If we tread carefully, it will not come to that.\"\n\n\"As for where... Yes, I do not know. They will be deep in the mountains, their roosts most likely built into the peaks themselves. The stories I have heard are of raiders along a few named paths, which will narrow down our search.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena may not be as versed in birdsong but even she could tell that the small compliment had a surprising effect on Kynia. She had expected the Chieftain to have received more than their fair share but maybe that wasn't the case after all. She silently planned to exploit this- wondering in the back of her mind if she was just reframing a good deed as some mischievous act to appease herself.\n\nKynia not being blunt about harpy's methods of punishment definitely ruined any chances of Vena reassuring herself. She didn't even attempt to think about how they might react if they found out Vena was not one of them.\n\n\"Walking up mountain trails in this cold, looking for harpy raiders isn't exactly as exciting as witnessing as exploring a whole nest of them but all excitement needs a lil' downtime beforehand.\" Vena said, wondering if looking for the harpies might actually turn out to be the most exciting part. If the two of them did just end up playing nice and doing what Kynia came here to do, there was a chance Vena would simply get the thrilling job of standing next to the Chieftain while they talked for hours before politely leaving.\n\n\"And you know- if it did go bad and they aren't willing to talk to you... I could always just ask as someone they'd trust a little more.\" If this were Vena's job, that would've been her immediate approach but considering she was trying to hide her less respectable tendencies, she simply passed it off as if she was unsure about such a plan herself." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"It will give us time to practice your mannerisms. Repetition is the best teacher,\" She sung encouragingly, flapping her wings as if to imply their practice would include that activity as well. But it wasn't clear; the little harpy had already moved on. Vena's implication was quickly picked up, Kynia pressing a curled talon to her lips in thought.\n\"Hm... Perhaps, but it would be a delicate thing. We know little of how their flock functions, if the seer would be isolated enough to fool our way in. I would rather keep that as a last resort, as cooperation with the chieftain is preferable.\"\n\nShe trotted back over to their table, plopping down in her seat once more and staring into her mug. As if on que, her stomach growled loudly.\n\"Uoh... Perhaps some food is a good idea, after that excitement. I would like to leave as soon as the snow dies down, I expect their raiders will be doing the same.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena was pleasantly surprised (and confusingly, even to her, disappointed) that Kynia had entertained her idea. Perhaps the harpy was much more devious than they let on.\n\n\"Jus' letting you know its a possibility, hopefully this'll end up as nothing more than a nice chit-chat over whatever likely foul tasting teas they make up in those mountains.\" Vena said as she followed Kynia to the table, remaining standing to the side as she looked at her discarded shirt and coat, frowning. The feathers may be nice but she definitely envied the harpy's additional layers.\n\n\"Won't hear any objections from me, I'm was just about ready to leave this village even if it were still snowing.\"\n\n\"She'll make something for you\" Vena pointed over to the clerk before leaning closer to Kynia and whispering. \"But I'll warn you now, it Won't Be good.\"" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "The clerk in question had been watching them for a time, her expression slowly coming down from utter bewilderment. She'd just watched Vena shapeshift into a harpy, which had left her questioning which of her forms was the original. For now she said nothing, eyes narrowed at them as Kynia glanced to her." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "The harpy blinked a couple times, then looked back to Vena with a blankly.\n\"Is she a bad cook? Or do you mean she will ruin the meal, on account of my ancestry?\" Kynia hummed the question, making her understanding of the situation clear enough. Before the changeling could reply, she was trotting over and speaking with the clerk with a far-too-cheery inflection. This seemed to be enough to catch her off-guard, responding airily in affirmation. Returning to the table, Kynia smiled and nodded happily.\n\"She will bring us their dinner meal, though I do not know what it is. If it is insufficient, I have rations I acquired in Anduillan that we can use instead.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"Just a-\" Vena started before sighing as the harpy rushed away. Hopefully the innkeeper had anything but a pie on the menu today- Vena had been stabbed, burnt and hurt in all manner of ways before but she could remember the taste of the first dinner she had here far better than all of those combined. It didn't help that the clerk seemed to like her a little bit more back then, forcing Vena to pretend it was nice as they stayed and chatted for far too long.\n\nWhile Kynia spoke with the innkeeper, Vena secretly taunted them from behind the harpy- winking and displaying her wings until the much much polite harpy turned around and she quickly rushed back into an innocent pose.\n\n\"You're going to regret that but ya' can't say I didn't warn you. I do have a couple spices with me though, the real hot stuff. Assuming harpies can taste spice?\"" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "She almost snarled at Vena, snapping her head away and storming through the back door. Muffled shouting could be heard; some of the other patrons looked askance towards the noise, some towards the pair of harpies that clearly were the reason." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"We can... I think. Spices are rare in our flock, only the herbs and flowers we could find amongst the hills are part of our cultural meals. Anything else was gifted by the caretakers, and they were very odd things.\"\nThe harpy rocked left and right in her uncertainty, producing a strip of dried meat that she nibbled on between words.\n\"We can still eat raw meat quite easily, but vegetables can be troublesome for the stomach...\"" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "It wouldn't take too long for their meals to arrive, the clerk dumping the bowls onto the tables - somehow managing not to spill any of the broth despite her negligence. It seemed to be a plain meat stew. No spices, not even any seasoning on the meat." }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "'She'll miss me when I'm gone.' Vena arrogantly thought, chuckling to herself as the clerk stormed off. Maybe she was starting to push some limits but surely if they had put up with Vena for almost a week they'd manage a day or two more.\n\n\"You might not want to start with this then.\" Vena said, reaching into her jackets pocket and producing an plain brown pouch, filled with an intimidating mix of brightly coloured spices. \"But considering I'm trying out wings for the first time, what's a harpy trying some proper spicy food~\"\n\nClearly a challenge, one that Kynia would be wise to turn down. Vena has accumulated something of an obsession when it came to spices, always trying the hottest food she could find in whatever new cultures she found herself in.\n\n\"I'm still learning to like raw meat, probably a bad habit to pick up considering half of the digestive systems I can have might kill me if I eat something raw.\"\n\nVena immediately grimaced as two bowls of unappetising stew were set infront of the pair. Tentatively, she reached forward and gently shook the bowl- watching as the whole thing swayed like it was one entity.\n\n\"At least it's not a pie. Might even taste a little better than it looks...\" She sighed, clearly scarred from past meals. \"How's harpy food? I'm hoping worms aren't a delicacy or anything like that...\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Kynia's interest was easily piqued by the spice pouch, her nose perking from the unfamiliar scent.\n\"What is it? You said spices? What kind? Is it all spicy? I know some types are milder, do you have those too?\"\nA flurry of questions flew from the harpy, eyes sparkling with renewed excitement. \n\nVena's question regarding harpy food returned her attention to the bowl, furrowing her brow at its consistency.\n\"This looks too solid. Has pie been worse?\" At first she asked, though quickly abandoned the train of thought as the answer dawned on her on its own.\n\"Worms and insects are for birds, not harpies. We hunt bigger animals: Deer and moose and direwolves. Predator meat isn't as tasty... Too stringy.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"A surprisingly pleasant combination of two of the hottest spices I've encountered on my way here. I Do Have some milder stuff in my backpack upstairs but I'm running short and unlikely to get anymore unless I plan on circling back to Ostia. There's much worse 'nostalgia' waiting for me there than homely meals though.\"\n\nVena was tempted to insist that harpies were birds, if just to ruffle Kynia's feathers but she wasn't sure just how accidentally offensive that may be.\n\n\"It was The Worst.\"\n\n\"And I hear some insects don't taste as bad as they look, can't imagine the same about a direwolf though. Never been the best at hunting myself, even as something with all the instincts and senses for it. I suppose harpies probably go for a much more straight forward swoop-down approach though?\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"I wouldn't want to exhaust your supplies...\"\nShe cooed, growing more reserved at this information. She continued to stare at the bag, clearly very interested in how it would change the taste of this otherwise bland meal.\n\n\"Yes, especially for harpies of our size. Hunting bands work in groups of at least five, since our prey can be larger than a single hunter. But our weapons make quicker work than talons.\"\nHer disposition shifted quickly, an analytical undertone to her words as her eyes stared off into the distance. At the mention of weapons, Kynia slipped her thin lance from under her wing; setting it on the table." }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"You can have some of these, nothing special about This Batch.\" Vena insisted, pushing the bag towards the harpy. \"I'll warn you against though, it's hot. Really hot.\"\n\n\"I have to say I envy the whole tribe culture, hunting for the sole purpose of feeding everybody else instead of profit. It's nice, even if I'm not suited for it.\" Vena replied while inspecting Kynia's weapon, gently turning it over before leaning under the table and into her boots (which had been discarded before, a fact that was absolutely mentioned in text and need not be looked for in posts above this one.) .\n\nFrom the two boots she produced an excessive four knives, two shaped for throwing and two other vastly different daggers, one incredibly sharp with a silver coating and what seemed to be Elven writing on the side and the other: steel, slightly duller and far older.\n\n\"And those are just the ones in my boots.\" Vena smirked, setting down the daggers. \"I don't like being caught off guard- or unarmed.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Kynia was quickly in awe of her array of weapons, tracing a talon along the Elven script.\n\"This looks familiar. I think the caretakers had weapons like these, did you get it from a similar place?\" She asked quickly, only noticing the bag of spices after a minute of examining Vena's daggers. She picked up the burlap and inspected it, her nose screwing up from the intense scent. The bag was opened up, her talons used like a claw as she scooped out a small amount of the interior. Dropping it into her stew, she gave the mixture a stir; though only the colour changed significantly.\n\"The big folk live very differently to us. I can tell there is more to their cultures, more history. But I prefer our way of living, there is less trouble this way.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"It's a parting gift from an old fling- a wood elf.\" Vena explained, idly spinning the dagger on its handle like a spinning top as she spoke. \"She was sweet but I wanted to continue travelling and she had commitments where she was.\"\n\nVena elected not to include the part of the story where the two lovers stole the dagger from a nobel's carriage on their last night together. Maybe she'd expand on it once Kynia trusted her more- it is one of her go to stories when someone asks about her exploits.\n\nLetting the dagger unceremoniously fall on its own, Vena took a very small pinch of spices (concerningly slightly smaller than what Kynia had took) and spread it over the stew.\n\n\"Trouble's fun sometimes. You oughta try living like 'the big folk'- ever been to a city? Maybe you wouldn't get treated great where I grew up but there's a whole lot more to get up to than in the woods or one of these tiny villages.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Oh. That is sad, but also nice. I have heard a few stories from travelers about relationships like this, they say they were unhappy about it ending, but glad that it happened... I am often confused by these conversations.\"\nKynia puzzled aloud, the topic seeming to be a fresh one for her. She chirped in surprise as the dagger clattered to the table, staring at it blankly and entirely missing the smaller amount Vena added to her dish. \n\nVena's question snapped her attention back, tilting her head slightly.\n\"I have been to a city, yes. My last search was in the mountains around Anduillan, I met a half-harpy there. She was very direct, but a kind person. The people there were very suspicious of me, but I managed to buy some things - supplies and the sort. They were very good.\"\nHer tone lightened despite her sub-par report of her last visit, trilling happily. Clearly her standards had not been set for how cities and towns operated." }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"Most relationships end eventually, you really do have to appreciate the good times over the bad- else you'll end up bitter and forget all the good.\" Vena quietly cooed, clearly spending a small moment remembering something pleasant before snapping back to reality. \"I assume a Chieftan would have some sort of arranged marriage planned. Tribes are usually less wishy-washy about love, maybe harpies are different, though.\"\n\n\"I grew up in Ostia- only ever went to Anduillan once or twice though. Afraid to say the whole kingdom's like that, I tried to never let it get to me- never disguise myself as a human but it was pretty rough. Only thing I have to thank my old 'tribe' for is that they were the type that people didn't pick on haphazardly.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Yes... It is true.\"\nVena's phrasing seemed to summon up a memory, her tone flattening as her eyes wandered from the table. The distraction was brief however, giving a long and melodious twitter at her assumption.\n\"Perhaps, in time. I am not so old as to require an heir... I do not know who would serve as my brood-father...\"\nKynia spoke more softly on this subject, her ruffles rising to cover her face as she concealed a small blush.\n\nThere was a sadness to her birdsong, taking the changeling's view on the rest of Ostia poorly.\n\"That's a shame... They have so many things to see and do, I would have liked to partake more...\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"That is... About as blunt as I expected. 'Husband' or just 'Partner' comes off a little more romantic though, don'tcha think? To be frank, I'm never having kids- and I live far too dangerously to have to worry about ever getting a chance to change my mind.\" In contrast to Kynia, Vena seemed to believe herself very certain about what she wanted in the future. In reality, she had only ever experienced very quick but passionate relationships- always moving on before anything got too serious.\n\n\"You're tough; Maybe Ostia's not getting any friendlier but I'm sure you'd manage if you ever wanted to go again.\" Vena said, cooing softly as she remembered a few of the good parts of her childhood.\n\n\"Assuming we're not about to end up prey to a tribe of secretly cannibal harpies in the next couple days.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Romance...\"\nThe harpy cooed dreamily, now distracted by something completely different. Again she blushed, snapping back to attention in a mild panic.\n\"Ah- Y-you won't? I see... This is sad, I would enjoy meeting your little ones,\" She chirped quietly, a little deflated by the fact - though how Kynia would even meet Vena's prospective family was a mystery, seeing as they were a wanderer.\n\n\"I shall need to do so, eventually. There are places that report sightings of harpies, it is easier to look there than listen for rumours. And... I do not think that is likely... But we shall see.\"\nHer feathers bristled at the thought, as much as she denied the thought. Her attention returned to the meal, picking up her utensils and taking a mouthful. Her eyes clamped shut, her face warming considerably. Her wings unfurled and beat slowly, as if to cool the air around her face. She eventually swallowed, panting and shaking her head slowly.\n\"Ancestors... It is very spicy...\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena quietly giggled as she watched the harpy retreat into their imagination at the mere mention of romance. \n\n\"I could alwags meet your future kids though. Maybe I'll show up as the attendant to an important Chieftan from another tribe, I'll be pretty good at playing harpy by then, you might not even realize.\" Vena teased, wondering if she was going to accidently leave a slight bit of distrust in the harpies Kynia meets from here on out. \"You oughta' write where your tribe is on a map for me, assuming you don't move too much.\"\n\n\"I would give you some pointers but I reckon anywhere I used to go and anyone I used to know wouldn't be very welcoming.\" Vena said as she finally gathered the strength to try the stew- cooing quietly as the spices managed to cover up the normally bland flavour.\n\n\"As adorable that reaction is, don't feel like you have to finish it. Then again I Am working with the same taste as you, so you won't have any good excuses if I finish it and you don't, feathers~\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"...Oh, you could do that. I would hope for you to reveal yourself at some point, your welcome would be great.\"\nThe true extent of Vena's powers seemed to dawn on the harpy for the first time, her expression blanking as her mind spiralled into the possibilities. She met her avian eyes once more, suddenly beaming and chirping happily.\n\"I shall do this, once we find one. Do you have a map? Most travelers have a few.\"\n\nKynia quickly shook her head, taking another spoonful and shoveling it into her mouth. Her face reddened once more, but her reaction was slightly more subdued. Her swallow was less laboured, breathing out slowly.\n\"I can eat this, yes. It is a nice flavour, if very intense. Where did you get these, Vena?\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"Don't worry, I'm not looking to trick you. 'Course some might say it's in my nature though, so who knows if I'll be able to resist.\" Harpy's might be obvious with their emotions but Vena noticed that didn't mean they were predictable. It almost seemed like Kynia's default was (literally) chirpy, and every other mood passed as quick as it came.\n\n\"I've got a couple maps upstairs, all pretty shoddy but I'm sure you'll be able to figure out where you live on one of 'em. Oh- but check out this,\" Vena said, suddenly reverting back to her own form. She stuck her arm out across the table, displaying her wrist as a black tattoo of a rough map of Jeskan appeared on it. \"I had a bit of a phase as a kid, liked looking at maps- thought I'd become a cartographer. As you can see, didn't work out.\"\n\nVena quickly reverted back to her harpy form, taking another large spoonful of the stew, as if to prove a point.\n\n\"I got these not so long ago, right where Dark Ire and Lilac meet. The former's not known for its spices but turns out you can manage to scrounge up a something pretty good with the right know how- and to clarify, I'm definitely not the know-how type- this is the work of the same elf I was just talking about.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"I would hope your tricks will be more fun than disruptive... But we shall see, in the future.\"\nThe harpy swayed left to right in her seat as she hummed, having already concluded that Vena was to be trusted despite her suggestions of a mischevious past. Unless she was truly devious, Kynia had seen enough kindness from her in their brief acquaintance to conclude as much. \n\nShe started back as the changeling reverted and pushed her arm forward, leaning in curiously only moments later.\n\"Woah... That is quite detailed for an ink drawing on your arm. You have a skill for this, yes.\"\nKynia had not visited Jeskan, so the layout was unfamiliar for her. A talon traced a few of the key locations, her head twitching left to right in her close examination. Her head drifted once Vena withdrew her arm, grabbing at the table to break her dizziness.\n\n\"...Oh, yes. I know the area,\" She returned airily, staring into her bowl for a few long seconds. Her attention returned with a few quiet chirps, eyes narrowing at how easily she ate her food. As if in challenge, the harpy would shovel a similar portion into her own mouth - the result fairly obvious from her last few attempts.\n\"Ack- The wooden elf, yes. This is... More than I could handle as a regular meal, I think.\" She managed through spluttering coughs, her feathers bristling with each hack of her lungs. She recovered quickly, though the rest of the bowl was pushed aside.\n\"There are flavours from my homeland I would like to show you one day, Vena.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"You'd be fun to mess with- But You're safe, we're friends.\" Vena cooed, idly scratching the table with her new talons. \"I'm really no deceiver, or at least I don't want to be. Doesn't mean I'm not good at though.\" \n\n\"I don't but I 'ppreciate you saying anyway.\" Vena chuckled as she withdrew her arm, taking a moment to look at the tattoo herself before she transformed back, smiling nostalgically. \"Definitely couldn't do it now but I guess if I ever end up home- and I won't, I'll know my way around.\"\n\n \"Ever visited? The Ire's its own kind of pretty but it wasn't the most pleasant place to sleep rough in. Too many bugs. 'Course if you ever change your mind about bugs being exclusively a bird's food it could become harpy heaven.\" The changeling teased, watching as Kynia's hubris betrayed them and they quit just a second spoonful into the stew. \"You'll learn to like it, we have at least one more meal together ahead of us- maybe I'll let you have some of the milder stuff from Jeskan.\"\n\n\"I'd love to try all of them!\" Vena replied with a happy coo as she wrapped her wings around herself, clearly also not so enthused about the stew. \"I reckon the snow won't be here long, it's usually far heavier this late.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "Vena's phrasing was mysterious to the harpy, but she was satisfied with her reply nonetheless. A moment's pause followed as her mind cast back, leaning against the back of her chair and hummed aloud.\n\"I have not... I took the boat to reach Ostia, I didn't go near the mountains or the swamp there. I have heard rumours about it, though. Goblins and swamp beasts in the water.\"\n\nKynia pouted, first at the suggestion of eating bugs, then at her continued teasing about the spices. She bounced in her seat as her arms folded, her wings unfurling slightly.\n\"Our people are fierce hunters, we'd need not hunt such small prey... And I would prefer that, it seems I cannot handle these as of now...\" She tapped the bowl with a tentative talon, her nose sniffing at the meal and turning upwards slightly.\n\nShe cooed back with a similar cheer, her attention snapping to the window a moment later. She hopped from her seat and waddled over, gasping at the thinning snowfall.\n\"You're right! We should prepare soon, then. I have my supplies already, I expect you have things to put away?\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"Bleh, boats. Every time I'm on one I end up horribly sick. I won't go into detail but it's bad.\" Vena seemed a little off-colour at the mere thought of boating but with a shake of her head and flurry of chirps she managed to snap out of the feeling. \"Goblins weren't the worst, you Can Reason with them- even if they aren't so trustworthy. I didn't have much trouble with the beasts thanks to my company but the odd times I was alone were a little dangerous, especially if you step on the wrong thing in the water.\"\n\nKynia's pouting only seemed to encourage the changeling, earning a cheery coo from her as she listened to Kynia defend her fellow harpy's honour.\n\n\"What do you say we don't try and see if we can't find anything to hunt after a couple flying lessons? Give you an opportunity to show me some of that fierce hunting?\"\n\n\"I pack pretty light, been ready to leave for a while now. I reckon we might even be able to leave tomorrow morning if the snow's still showing signs of lessening.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"The sway of the boat reminded me of my time as a hatchling, wrapped in her wings...\"\nKynia recalled the memory fondly, turning on her heel and twittering happily. Her face dropped the next moment, suddenly very aware of Vena's provided form. Was it disrespectful, to allow someone to wear her mother's face? Conflict clouded her features, shuffling back over to the table with her eyes glued to the changeling. \n\nIt passed soon after, bobbing her head as she tried to remember her last encounter with goblins.\n\"Mm... They are smarter than they look, especially in groups. They have tricked my people before, out of fair kills and out of their tools. But the goblins in Corol Ambo are very tame, compared to the stories I hear of those in the West... It seems that most things are harsher here.\"\n\nAgain the harpy perked up, eyes glistening and sharp at the prospect.\n\"Oh yes, that would be very good. We will find much better meat than what theys serve here. I wonder what beasts roam the cliffs here...\"\nShe hummed for a minute or so, genuinely pondering the breadth of fauna that they may come across. Vena's readiness distracted her once more, Kynia nodding deliberately and hopping from her seat.\n\"Then to sleep we should go. I have been walking for a while, now I feel tired.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena winced as she watched Kynia's expression turn from one of nostalgia to discomfort, well aware of the conflict that had just struck Kynia. The changeling's mouth opened for a moment as if to reply but closed again soon after as they decided it was best left alone, at least while her form remained new to Kynia.\n\n\"Spent a night as a goblin while I was there, they seemed pretty disorganized and I thought it'd be fun. Terrible living, food- but taste buds seemingly made for it and often despicable personalities. Yet there was Something About it, 'freeing' I think I'd describe it, more than what most tribes living in the wild can match.\"\n\nVena put her talons to her chin as she pondered what they might find. Before the snow, the mountains had proved a breeze to hunt in for even an amateur like her but now, even if it cleared up, finding game seemed like it would be quite the task. \n\n\"Wild goats, perhaps? Ram? Maybe it's best not to speculate and leave the first thing we stumble on a surprise.\" Vena mused as she stood up, lifting her shirt and jacket and staring at them. She wondered if it would be worth cutting wing holes in them but left the decision to the morning, hopefully after she's had a chance to ask Kynia if she has any spare harpy-fitting clothes.\n\n\"Sleep sounds good, reckon I'll stay like this- these feathers are definitely comfortable~. We'll talk in the morning and hopefully be able to set off. Gods, I could use the change of scenery.\"" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "Yes! I can open up the next channel now, or we can pause for a bit - restart it at a later date. It's up to you, I'm game for either scenario\nReply in our OOC channel, I just remembered-" } ]	211.5	19,172
151.428571	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "keanii", "message": "Keladans face darkened and he stopped playing with his hair absentmindedly. Being cast out from ones home left deep scars in one's self.\n\"Let us not speak of the past. It is behind us after all, better it remain there. I have always heard that dragons left this world behind long ago. If the giants know something We do not...It would mean the changing of tides. Perhaps the coming of a new era. It fills me with fear and excitement.. \nIf a dragon happens to appear or we end up in danger of any sort. Do not worry for saving me, I shall be far from that which can kill me most swiftly. My use of witchcraft is mostly in artificing support items. I'm not gifted in evoking elements or combat.\"\n\n~ Keladan after polishing off his small meal left the loaf and cheese out for any else who would be interested before rolling up a Thing Of everleaf and lighting it's end carefully with the campfire. He would share with any who wanted to partake of his smoke. Up at this altitude his lungs were weak but the effects took much quicker setting him at ease and loosing knots of tension he didn't even know he possessed." }, { "author": "jeriscal", "message": "\"Good to know.. It seems you have a purpose and desires.. An understanding of who you are. This is something I've recently begun searching for. As far the ushering in of a new era I'm not sure that's something that I would be excited about...\" He paused for a moment indicating thought \"Or disheartened by...\" \n\nHe watched the elf partake in his everleaf. \"Your... Witchcraft... As you call it... Did that... Sort of come naturally... Or with training... Or both? Curious as to one generally gets a knack for these things...\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "\"Ah, yes well my family suffers from an acute lack of magical talent. They say it's a curse but I believe it's just weak genetics. \nMy magic was always weak and my mana stores small. That is until I learned my craft. We call it witchcraft because it is quite a slap dash mix of all the practical and impractical magics combined into one. No evoking a pillar of flame or wind like you or other mages could. But i could enchant a surface to be much more flammable.. But yes I was trained, I was an apprentice for many years..\" \nHe trailed off as it was a difficult and touchy subject before adding.\n\"My my though, if only I could show you all what a Powerful Enchanter was capable of.\"" }, { "author": "jeriscal", "message": "This witchcraft which Jeri preferred to call enchanting sounded interesting. He gasped upon the inference of being a mage \"Oh.. I.. Ha.. I can't invoke pillars of fire... Or... Any thing... Spectacular... I know a few minor utility spells and that's it... Definitely wouldn't call myself a mage ..\"\n\nHe redirected the attention off himself after he word vomited up a confessional of his lacking self confidence lack of self confidence \"Anyway that apprenticeship sounds exciting. Maybe one day I will see a powerful enchanter kel. Maybe at the college even? I've though about going once or twice...\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "\"Ah.. Well, my sister has informed me that what I do is hedge magic. I'm not sure if the enchanters there do it like me, Or could do half of what i can\" He added that last but smugly.\n\"But I'm sure you are capable, certainly if you've no formal training and can do this much already my friend. Lift your chin towards the stars, I can see you have a pillar of flame inside of you already. Just have to tap into that, Perhaps if you wanted i could show you how to do a transmutation or swiftness inscription. You could have the Enchanters knack For all I know..\"" }, { "author": "jeriscal", "message": "\"I wouldn't mind trying to learn a thing or two. I suppose it couldn't hurt. I'm not sure how long it takes though and it seems like we are about to get moving soon... \" Jeri stood up and wiped himself off a bit and enjoyed a few more moments of warmth by the fire. \n\n\"But if you really mean that kel.. Perhaps at the next stop we can show me a thing or two... If you're up for it\" He extended his hand for a handshake with a warm smile and affirming head nod. Whether or not it was accepted would just change his sentiment but he would still turn catch up with krono and the giants and reply back to kel \"Well... We better get going then.\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "\"I'd love to show you a thing or two, it's really quite simple but it's the Willing Things that is difficult. Could take you a good while to wrap your head around it.\" \n Keladan shook the mans hand and grinned, thinking he was a good sort of fellow. He took a moment by the fire enjoying its warmth before organizing his things and getting out is quartz of warmth again. Strapping his second bag over his shoulder and stepping away from the fire he returned from the moment and back to the reality at hand." } ]	139	1,060
150.333333	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Kro", "message": "Coming out a bit dizzy and trying to make his way to Guardian Perkian. \"Why did you actually have to get me so drunk again???\"" }, { "author": "Perkian Woodspirit (NPC)", "message": "\"Because if they were to check on you you needed to be drunk! Not that it took much, but have gotten better boy. Now listen she wants to talk to you and that is why she asked us to find you. Stand up straight boy, come on now. Walk it off.\" As he helped Kro walk he gave him a Goodberry to eat and a water bladder. \n\nTaking him to another tree wide enough for Krono he took out a glass bead and casted the same spell. This time because the bead was been used as a focus the tree opened and white light, instead of yellow sunlight, came from the core of the tree. \n\"Now, listen time will move much slower so don't walk away from where you land.\" He said this and he pushed the drunken elf in. \"Wait there for her!\"" }, { "author": "Kro", "message": "Feeling himself being split into a thousand pieces by glass in less than a second Krono felt the experience he had hoped never to feel again. Plane walking was not as simple as magic travel. Being pulled away from the physical place and tossed over like a sack of potatoes to the light plane was no easy feat and the trip made you feel it. \n\nComing out the other side from a purple barked and lime green leafed tree the body of the young elf just plopped to the grown, motionless. It was daytime, then again, it is always daytime in the Feywild, the plane of light is so close to the physical one that one could sometimes, very unfortunately, fall or trip into it. Time here was irrelevant, as a fact, common logic was no logic at all. Thou one could say that it was made up of the hopes and dreams, fantasies and wonder of the physical realm, it was a very dangerous place for those that did not belong there. Krono had been pulled here once before, by the wim of an Archfey, a god type in the physical plane. That took a liking to him and another. She had granted them her blessing and told them to make the best use of it. Now she had called him back. \n\n\"Ok\" He mumbled, face planted on the grass, to the Guardian Perkian. Of course, given his state, he was not aware that he had been pushed two hours ago. \"I'll wait here, promise.\"" }, { "author": "Fata Peri (NPC)", "message": "\"Come young one. Wake up! I see Perkian sent you quite ready for our meeting.\" A short five foot woman stands by his head. Beautiful grayed silk with charcoal sash covers her. The long white hair flows down from a side tale adorned with a charcoal silk bow as well. \n\nFanning herself she calls again. \"Krono Terra, time to talk.\"" }, { "author": "Kro", "message": "On hearing the voice the first time he starts to wake just from being called. As he opens his eyes and not only hears but recognizes the voice he quickly tries to get up and find where the Archfey may be. \n\nFinding hear right ahead of him he now takes to one knee \"Lady Fata Peri, it is nice to be graced by your presence. How ma..\"" }, { "author": "Fata Peri (NPC)", "message": "\"That's enough of that silliness my boy. No need to treat me as some pompous mortal in the physical plane.\" Yet seeing his blushed face, she giggles behind her fan. \"Now my boy, it saddens me to find you away from that beautiful little you met but such is life. I have been checking up on you since you received my blessing and it interests me to know that you are heading to a place full of air elemental.\"" }, { "author": "Kro", "message": "Still on one knee and head down facing the grass \"Yes Lady Fata Peri that is correct.\"" }, { "author": "Fata Peri (NPC)", "message": "She closes her fan and lightly knocks Krono's head. \"I told you to stop that. I prefer you see me as a Mother or Grandmother, thou I know my appearance does not reflect that. But if blessed with beauty one can not hide it.\" She turns away from him and giggles again.\n\n\"Well, let's not keep talking about the obvious now. These air elementals you are heading to are dangerous, true that they prefer open spaces so it's very strange for them to be in a mine. However, that makes them even more dangerous as they hate feeling trapped. They will easily barrage you with whatever debris is loose in the mine and will not hesitate to use their high speed to trap you and toss you right out. So don't go dying on me.\" As she said that she turned her head to see behind her and make sure Krono would catch that her eyes had turned black and her iris purple, yet just as quickly she turned and way and lower the tone once more. \"You sure seem to like to find yourself in odd places.\"" }, { "author": "Kro", "message": "\"Well my lady, its not that I put myself in a path of danger I was doing my business as a tradesman, be it of good or information. If you see it fit for me not to go the..\"" }, { "author": "Fata Peri (NPC)", "message": "She quickly turned and closes her fan. Her stoic face showed but a hint of displeasure. In a lower tone of voice \"Did I imply that you shouldn't go?\" She could see him starting to feel afraid by the pressure of her life force as he simply shook his head side to side with a no. \"Exactly\" She once more normalized her tone of voice by raising this time. \"I am telling you what you need to know to be careful out there. That means that you ARE going, and not only are you going you will bring one of those elementals to me, the strongest you can mustard to catch.\" \n\nAs if out of the right sleeve of her kimono she pulls out and turns around to hand him an Iron Flask. \"Here, this iron flask, aptly name Iron Flask, mortals are so original, will capture any creature that does not belong in the place that it is opened in. So if you were to remove the copper top only non-fey would be trapped, but in the physical plane, any other planer creature can be trapped. There is a small chance that the creature could resist but in their current wild or berserk state, I don't think you will have much trouble.\" \n\nAs he walks around him looking at his attire \"It will only hold one creature, if released that creature may be friendly for about an hour in the physical plane and will have a higher chance to resist being recaptured again. So my little boy, don't open it once it's trapped.\" As she finished going around him. My boy, I hope you can find my caravan someday in your travel you need some help with that attire and gear.\n\n\"Well, I should remember that for a young one you are working your way up the ranks and I do hope you make me proud as a tradesman and worrier. Your bow may be the only decent thing on you right now, it was a smart purchase to be sure. But I can't have you head off like this.\"\n\n\"Wait here, I should have something in my garden to help you\"\n\nWalking away she zig-zags among trees and bushes, yet he keeps going in the same direction. Away from Krono's sight, she reaches a slender and tall tree, about 2-foot trunk radius, its bark is as if covered in copper and its bright green leaves seem to shimmer in the light. Placing her hand on the tree she simply seems to pull it away and a medium width from about 2 to 3 inches at its widest part. The hilt seems to be roots woven together into shape and its guard seems like a dark green leaf. The blade seems as if half of a long blade of grass. Both the hilt and blade are of a darker copper with small violets accents in it as if some type of feathered Damascus. \n\nMaking her way back to the young, very young elf, she extends the blade to him as if it was a blade of grass. \"This is a trinket but better than the dagger you have. Think of it as a blade that has been straightened by magic. However, this is more of a living blade, Over time I may choose to upgrade it or incorporate it into something much greater.\"" }, { "author": "Kro", "message": "As he takes the blade he now realizes that it is not weightless as in her hand. Its a well-balanced piece with plenty of weight, being unusual for a fines weapons. 'This must be about 2kg' He is amazed by the gift, and yet she had only called it a trinket." }, { "author": "Fata Peri (NPC)", "message": "\"Well it seems you like it, how sweet. Now off with you back to the plane you belong and don't lose that iron flask.\" She simply waves her fan to send him away." } ]	79	1,804
228.375	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "\"Easy now, girl, we'll be there soon.\" The sellsword said softly to his horse, reaching down with careful fingers to caress the mane of the beast. It was all the man could do for her, almost literally. He hadn't gotten the name of the horse from the man he took it from, nor was he really sure if it was a mare or not. Hells, he didn't even know where they were going, let alone how long the journey would be. \"..But you don't know that, do you girl?\" \n\nFeeling as if the beast had been thoroughly convinced, their journey continued. Heading through the mountain passes, the man lamented over how lost he was. He was on a path, sure, but which path? Headed where? He honestly had no idea. It was a miracle he even made it this far, given where he had just come from. He pulled close the loose fitting robe that hung about his form, looking awkwardly bulky from his pauldrons. Two sheathed swords stuck out from the cloak at either side, and his head and face were covered by the cloaks hood. \n\nHe wasn't going to die up here, was he? A body guard with no body to guard, barely able to even guard his own? And his new horse, aptly named Girl. Oh, he had terrible luck with horses, but to die atop one freshly stolen? \n\n\"No..\" He muttered to himself, \"Not stolen, looted. Yes. Much better. Can't steal off a dead man, and bandits hardly count as people. But you can certainly loot a corpse.\"\n\nBut to die atop a horse freshly looted? That would be fittingly bad luck." }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "A drow elf wanders the mountains on foot, she scans the area for earth elementals. Looking around for any out of place pebble or stone. Why? She doesn't quite know. Perhaps she'll keep one as a pet...\n\nCatherine Willows had made her way out here on a flimsy excuse. She had given this excuse to a man who had come to her shop in search of a love potion. She didn't have the energy to tell him no, so she said she was going to the southern mountains in search of some exotic ingredients. It was so much easier to lie than explain for the hundredth time why she doesn't make love potions.\n\nHowever, on her expedition she came across some thing rather strange. A human man all by his lonesome. She could tell by the look on his face that he was lost, so she decided to lend him a hand. Anything to get away from home for a little longer. \n\n\"Hello there, Ranzo! A pleasure to meet you! You look rather lost, would like some help getting around?\"\n\nShe spoke his name, despite him never having told her. An old divination trick she learned many years ago." }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "It wasn't clear who jumped first, the man or the horse. The man would blame the horse, if asked. In one fluid motion, a hand fell to the hilt of the sword furthest away from where the sound came from. As his hand moved, as did his head, snapping with keen instinct directly to the drow. Beneath his cowl peircing lilac eyes would be visible, yet most of his other features would be obscured. \"Fucking hells..\" He muttered to himself. There was alot off here, yet one thing bothered him most.\n\nShe knew his name.\n\nHere he was Gods knows where, atop a mountain on a looted horse, cloaked from head to toe, and still someone recognized him. Not good.\n\nHe was so offput by this one fact that every other word she said went unheard.\n\n\"I know you, love? You a grumpy ex lover or something? Perhaps an old clients wife? Basically the same thing as the first..\"\n\nAs he rambled, her other words began to resonate with him.\n\n\"Lost? Me? Nope. Ha! Never.\" He lied. This had to be a trap right? This felt like a trap." }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "Catherine chuckles softly at his reaction. She loved their reactions when she pulled that trick. Their first reactions also told you quite a bit about their character. This man clearly has been around quite a bit. Ex-lovers told her that he was quite the lady killer. She could understand why. Tall, mysterious, dangerous. The fact that he had clients meant he had a job where he worked on commission. Given his weaponry and how his hand twitched toward his blade, he's a sellsword.\n\n\"I'm neither, dear friend. Just a Drow enjoying the scenery. Tell me, what's a sell sword like yourself doing here? You don't look to be on the job. It's alright, you don't have to lie. I could help you.\"\n\nSomething about Catherine was... Off. Unnerving. She always had this slight smile on her face, as if she knew something you didn't. He hadn't once seen her change expression. Her eyes were unnaturally violet. Not to mention the fact she was a Drow above ground in broad daylight... Had she blinked at all since she started talking?" }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "Her explanation did little to ease the tension in his body language. Even cloaked as he was, a hand on the hilt of a sword was difficult to confuse. \n\nHe studied her for a moment. A collection of oddities, given flesh and told to act normal. That is how he would describe this woman. A drow? Atop a mountain? Smiling!? None of these things made sense. None of these things were supposed to happen.\n\n\"Same thing a Drow is doing over the mountain instead of under it. And what are you smiling about? Ive only seen Drow women smile on three occasions and to make it happen I had to do things that I cannot repeat in polite company.\"\n\nHim and his horse, Girl, remained in place. The mans body was near statue still, as if waiting for any sign of danger to act." }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "She chuckled softly at him, smile widening ever so slightly.\n\n\"Well, you've heard the saying haven't you? You're never fully dressed without a smile! I simply take it to heart more than most. As for what I'm doing up here, well, I live here. I left the Underdark many, many years ago. So dreary and boring. Once you've seen one giant angry spider you've seen them all. I assure you, I'm harmless.\"\n\nShe giggled to herself at that.\n\n\"Well, harmless to you, unless you take out that sword that is. I won't have much of a choice if you swing first, will I? Ah, all these threats, and I haven't even told you my name yet! I must apologize.\"\n\nShe bows slightly, tilting her head and sweeping her arms in a grand gesture.\n\n\"Catherine Willows, at your service.\"\n\nShe straightened up, placing both hands behind her back and gazing into Ranzo's eyes with an intensity that didn't quite match her calm demeanor." }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "\"Well, you've heard the saying haven't you? You're never fully dressed without a smile!\"\n\nIronically, this drew a deeper frown from the man than he was already favoring. Fingers tapped idly on the hilt of his sword as he kept eyecontact with the woman, his gaze having gone from somewhat offput to now defiantly fierce. \n\n\"Consider me naked then, cause I ain't smiling.\" \n\nIt was more of a warning, than anything else. Drow, in his experience, were not the kindest of folk, nor the most trustworthy. Even regarding each other, the Drow past time seemed to be testing how big a knife one could shove in anothers back to take their place, and how seemless they could make the transition seem. Ranzo had even had to play bodyguard for a Drow once, during one of his first times meeting one. The experience had taken Years Off his life from the stress alone. He shuddered visibly at the thought of the things he had to do to keep his client from being an unsatisfied customer. He really hated spiders, and those people seemed to love them. Ick.\n\n\"Well, harmless to you, unless you take out that sword that is. I won't have much of a choice if you swing first, will I? Ah, all these threats, and I haven't even told you my name yet! I must apologize.\"\n\n\"Don't worry, love. Llyna stays in her sheath until you give her reason to come out and say hello.\" He replied regarding her initial threat, \"So you keep any blades you have hidden, and don't let me see you start with any finger wigglin',\" He said, lifting his off hand and wiggling his fingers as if to pantomime a sorcerer starting an incantation. \"You got that finger wiggler air about you. You're all odder than fucking hell.\"\n\nWas that hypocritical? He was a fair hand at certain types of magic, sure, but he also considered himself a sword wizard. He could make magic happen with a blade, or at least that was his pitch when someone needed a bodyguard. And that pitch never failed.\n\n'Gods,\" He thought to himself, 'I am as good with my tongue as I am with my weapons. Would be a shame to die up here on this looted horse talking to this... Whatever she is. Perhaps its better to play along..'\n\n\"Catherine Willows, at your service.\"\n\n\"Alright Catherine,\" He said, his frown finally letting up, \"Ranzo Vanitas, though you already knew that. Sellsword, sure. Bodyguard, to be more accurate. Currently with no body to guard. Just on my way to the next town, village, outpost, whatever.\"" }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "He was speaking defensive. Keeping his distance. His hand on his blade. Aggressive stance, straight backed, all the tell tale signs of someone ready to lash out at the slightest movement. He was radiating threat. Catherine had come across fellows just like Mr. Vanitas here. She was tempted to play on his nerves, see how far she could push him before she starting swinging that sword of his. But alas, that would be far too rude. Perhaps it was because she was a Drow? It would make sense. Both above and below ground Drow has a bad reputation as spider worshipping murderers.\n\n\"If your mistrust is due to me being a dark elf, I should inform you not all drow are spider loving backstabbers. Only most of them. I, as you can see, am not most drow. I have no love for Lolth, I assure you.\"\n\nShe gave him an appraising gaze. Behind her back, she did the same finger wiggling he had just accused her of. But for a good cause. She casted \"Detect Magic\" For threat assessment alone. From Ranzo's point of view, he would see the smallest glimmer of light cross Catherine's eyes, perhaps a trick of the light. Catherine, however, saw much more. He was a conjurer, with a hint of cryomancy. While she could certainly hold her own, she genuinely didn't want a fight.\n\nCatherine took her hands from behind her back and raised them slightly in a show of surrender.\n\n\"No finger wiggling wizardry. At least, none to hurt you. I was not lying when I said I meant you no harm. You are clearly lost, and I offer help. Besides, I have nothing to gain from killing a random bodyguard. You carry nothing that interests me.\" \n\nShe did actually want to help him. That was no lie. Even if it was just an excuse to blow off a client." }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "\" I have no love for Lolth, I assure you.\"\n\n\"That makes two of us love. As a general rule, anyone who throws their lot in with spiders I try to stay faaaaaar away from.\" \n\nIt was true enough. Spiders were as cold and ruthless as any cut throat or sellsword he had met. Perhaps even moreso. And they were awful to look at. What kind of people would worship something like that? \n\nPerhaps it was the sun in Ranzo's eyes, or perhaps the tension of the situation, but Ranzo did not notice any glint or glimmer to indicate any magic had been used. And as it was, as the woman had suggested, harmless, the man had no way of knowing he had just been evaluated. Quite the opposite really, her admission of faith, or lack thereof, in the Spider Goddess would result in the mans tensions slowly easing. While his hand remained on his sword, his posture became less stiff, and his eyes much less narrowed.\n\nIt would be unlike a Drow to speak ill of Lloth, for fear of her. Or at least that was what he had come to believe. It was a risk, but he felt at this point it was one well calculated.\n\nNo finger wiggling wizardry. At least, none to hurt you. I was not lying when I said I meant you no harm. You are clearly lost, and I offer help. Besides, I have nothing to gain from killing a random bodyguard. You carry nothing that interests me.\"\n\n\"Well you don't have to be so forward about it. I am sure Something On me is worth having.\" He muttered, though likely enough for her to hear. \"Fine. I'll play along, Catherine. You want to guide me out of this mudhole?\" He paused, considering that phrasing. Hard to label something a hole when it is on a mountain and quite fare above the ground below. He shook his head, \"..Whatever. I'll follow you. You can trust me, and I am hoping I can trust you. I'm far to pretty to die.\" He said, slowly removing his hand from his sword and offering it out to her in greeting and/or agreement." }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "Catherine reaches out and shakes the man's hand. Her grip is strangely strong for someone of her size and apparent build (though it was hard to tell, given her large robe). He hand was ice cold though. After a quick shake and retracts her hand and steps a pace back. Now, the closest town, according to her knowledge, would be Miller Dale. A rather idealistic agrarian community, the two of them wouldn't fit in there at all. Perfect!\n\n\"Follow me, good sir. The closest town would be Miller Dale, it's perhaps a two or three days ride from here. A rather nice place, if a bit boring.\"\n\nShe begins to walk in a seemingly random direction. Seemingly just expecting Ranzo to follow. It was times like this when she wishes she had a horse. Not that she would grow weary any time soon, it's just that horses are faster.\n\nAs she walked she began to hum a soft tune, not really caring if she was overheard of not. It was a slow song that was achingly familiar, but for the life of her she couldn't remember the lyrics. Oh well." }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "Ranzo, wearing his thick gloves as he was, would be unable to feel the temperature of her hand, though he did not the pressure of her grip. Naturally, being the man that he was, he would match it, if not squeeze a bit harder. Couldn't be outdone by a woman, and all that. He would finally flash a grin at her, his features obviously more prevalent beyond his hood as she moved in closer to him. \n\n\"Follow me, good sir. The closest town would be Miller Dale, it's perhaps a two or three days ride from here. A rather nice place, if a bit boring.\"\n\nShe was on foot, so it wouldn't do for him to ride. And in case she did try something underhanded, it would be much easier to avoid her assault if he could use his horse, Girl, as a meatshield. And so he slid smoothly off the horse and landed with a thund on the ground, the clanging and clinking of his armor sounding true from beneath his hood. With little to no fanfare, he removed the cloak to reveal the mans beneath regalia. A combination of cloth, leather, and armor. Cloth on the legs and torso, leather around the waist, and armor on the shoulders and wrists. It was a combination that heavily favored the style of a duelist, someone who was quick on their feet and attacked at an angle that the armor would be benefitial in. Not standing and swinging heavy long enough for armor on the torso to be overly useful. Though that opinion may change if anyone were ever able to catch him there.\n\n\"Two or three days ride. But we're walking... So... I guess we're gonna get to know each other pretty well then, huh?\" He asked as her humming began. He tilted his head, his grin growing somewhat at the womans humming. He found it amusing enough. Strange as the woman was, he had placed his fate in her hands, at least somewhat." }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "Quite the reveal. He obviously placed a lot of pride on his appearance. Leather from top to bottom as well as some rather heavy armor. He still looked to be rather agile though, if he were to attack her for whatever reason, keeping distance would be best. Still, she wanted him to trust her. So she didn't pull any further or move any closer. \n\nIn contrast to all his fancy armor and pointy swords, Catherine was rather more unarmed. She wore no armor at all. Just a simple crimson robe that hung off her shoulders. Underneath, just simple clothing. She carried no weapons at all, not even an emergency dagger. However, tucked inside her robe, hidden from sight, were several spools of white thread. But Ranzo didn't need to know that.\n\nCatherine stopped humming her tune in order to respond to Ranzo, cutting it off prematurely.\n\n\"It would seem so. I don't mind sharing details of my life. It's likely nowhere near as interesting as yours, Mr. Vanitas. I am a simple wizard. People come to me with problems, I give them solutions. Potions mostly. But sometimes I'll cast a spell or two, or hand them a fancy magic trinket. It's rather boring, most problems are all the same, anyway.\"\n\nShe suddenly gets a strange look her in eyes and her smile wavers for the first time.\n\n\"So many people come to me with... Love troubles. They come to me for love potions, or to enchant the mind of someone else to be infatuated with them. That is the one part of my job that I truly loathe. I turn them away, but the keep coming.\"\n\nShe shakes her head and regains her composure. \n\n\"Enough about me. What of you? How does being a bodyguard treat you?\"" }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "The man had already done his share of looking her over. And considering how much time the two would be spending together in the coming days, he would continue to do more. The man walked with relative ease and confidence, his posture no longer guarded, or at least not quite as so as when she had first revealed herself to him. She'd probably not have to guess that he was eyeing her, and odd as she was she was likely used to it. Still, he was about to comment further on her appearance before she beat him to the punch.\n\n\"It would seem so. I don't mind sharing details of my life. It's likely nowhere near as interesting as yours, Mr. Vanitas. I am a simple wizard. People come to me with problems, I give them solutions. Potions mostly. But sometimes I'll cast a spell or two, or hand them a fancy magic trinket. It's rather boring, most problems are all the same, anyway.\"\n\nHe blinked at that revelation. Obviously she was a mage, that was never in doubt. However a merchant? That was a bit of a surprise. What was she doing out here? Did she have a shop? Why would she leave it unattended to spend upwards of a week guiding a stranger to civilization. \n\n\"So you live around here then? Leaving your shop to show me to town seems like a good way to go out of business or get robbed. Or both.\" He felt the need to ask what kind of potions before she beat him, yet again, to the punch.\n\n\"So many people come to me with... Love troubles. They come to me for love potions, or to enchant the mind of someone else to be infatuated with them. That is the one part of my job that I truly loathe. I turn them away, but the keep coming.\"\n\nSilent for a moment at her lack of entertainment at the line of men come to get love potions, Ranzo couldn't help but break his silence with howling laughter. \n\n\"HAHAHAHA! Men come from all over to ask you to make it easier for them to get a lay, huh? For the coin they'd spend they could just find a lass to pay for that kind of attention, yeah?\" He continued to laugh at the prospect before his curiousity began to creep up on him. \"So... Do those potions really exist? I knew a fella who claimed to sell potions of that sort. Make a girl fall in love with you at the drop of a word, or a potion to make you stiff as a stone tree no matter how much ale you had drank or how cold it was. Never needed them myself, but always made me curious. That stuff real? What else can you do for that kind of need?\" \n\nHe had about a million questions, and nothing but time to ask them. He was so curious, that he seemed to forget to answer her question about him! That, or he was deflecting. Who could say?" }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "Catherine stopped walking and turned to face him. Her smile remained unchanged as always, but her eyes were another story. They burned with intensity, staring dagger directly at him. He seems to have unknowingly struck a nerve. There was something different about her now. An strange feeling of danger in the air, despite the fact she hadn't really done anything yet.\n\n\"I will take you're jocular tone as mere ignorance, and not malevolence. Allow me to educate you. So called \"Love\" Potions are an affront against common decency. To control one's mind in order to take advantage to them is no different than doing so by force. Yes. These potions exist. They are vile concoctions sold to vile people. I'm am certain that you meant no offense, but I would like you to view this from the position of the victim. How would you feel if you went on a date with someone you trusted, and suddenly, against your will, your body moves and mouth speaks things that you would never do or say? To be trapped in your own mind while such events take place is far too cruel, even as punishment for a crime.\"\n\nShe closes her eyes and sighs. When she opens them the intensity is gone, and the dangerous aura is gone. She bows her head in silent apology.\n\n\"Forgive me for my outburst. I am... Passionate about the subject. As for your other questions, yes, all of the above do indeed exist. Oh! And even earlier you asked what I'm doing here! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ignore your question. I am here to get away from my job for a moment. It will be there when I return. I just needed a short vacation. I don't actually live around here.\"" }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "Her change in demenor and the feel of threat in the air did absolutely nothing to deter the shit eating grin on the face of the sell sword, and when she turned to look into his eyes he did not flinch or shy away. His grin grew wider, even though he had struck a nerve he had still gotten his answer, and the explanation she fired at him did confirm that those potions were in fact more that mere snake oil to be sold by conniving trickersters and con artists. He would have to keep that in mind.\n\n\"Look, if I was out having drinks with a lass I meant to bed, and suddenly I found myself moving on my own to go up to her room and do the deed, I'd tell her, when it wore off of course, that she wasted good coin on something she'd of gotten for free anyway. Though I wonder if it makes the performance any better..\" He asked himself, again, uncaring on if she agreed with where his mind naturally took him as to lines of questioning. \n\n\"Forgive me for my outburst. I am... Passionate about the subject.\" \n\nThis earned naught but a indifferent shrug from him. If his continued grin and unfaltering line of thinking was any indication of how little he cared, she'd surely know that no apology was needed.\n\nWhat did catch his attention however was her final statement.\n\n\"..Wait... If you don't live out here, why were you out here in the first place?\"" }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "Oh how she very much wanted to hit him. To get him to understand the importance of consent. A million idea of how to get the message through his thick skull passed through her mind. Unfortunately, most of them were criminal, and the other half just weren't feasible. If he didn't understand the importance of the subject, very well. Catherine wasn't his mother. She didn't have to inform him about the subject.\n\n\"I'm hunting. This place is full of earth elementals. Their cores make wonderful potion ingredients. They can be used to make stone skin potions, antidotes, passwall potions... And several others. They are rather hard to spot though. They blend in with all the other rocks and boulders scattered around. I've managed to hunt a few since I got here. But my expedition was cut short by you, my little ignoramus.\"\n\nShe reaches into her robe and pulls out several jagged, vaguely rounded crystals. They were all of different colors. Green, blue, red, and a few were black like obsidian.\n\n\"This is all I managed to harvest so far. I was hoping to run into a larger elemental. Their cores are not only larger, but much more potent.\"" }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "Ranzo's trademark shit eating grin would certainly not get him any favors for the woman wishing violence upon him, but even in that he didn't seem to care. He followed her, step by step, guiding Girl along at the pace they had set. The horse sure wasn't sorry to be free of Ranzo's armed and armored burden, and it was good for Ranzo to stretch his legs, after all.\n\n\" But my expedition was cut short by you, my little ignoramus.\"\n\nThere was another laugh, the man once again failing to find offense or weight behind her words. \"Nothing little about me, darling, and I'm not quite sure that word suits me. The second one... Well... Both of htem, I guess.\"\n\nHe fell silent as she pulled the crystals from his hand. He eyed them for a moment. He knew what they were, of course, but there was no need to shout that out. Instead he took stock of the variety in which she had garnered. He nodded once, then flicked his eyes back up to meet her own.\n\n\n\"This is all I managed to harvest so far. I was hoping to run into a larger elemental. Their cores are not only larger, but much more potent.\"\n\n\"And how do you go about extracting the cores? The good old fashioned way?\" He asked, before making a hammering motion, as if to describe smashing a rock open." }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "Catherine had calmed down. Her air of strangeness had returned. Once again, refusing to blink or alter her tone in the slightest. She will admit that love potions are a touchy subject. But she's a grown woman, and she can handle stupid people. I mean, she's done it most her life. Actually, that isn't fair to him. He isn't stupid. He is rude. Anyway, that's all in the past. Catherine chuckles at the \"The old fashioned way.\" \n\n\"I do not, in fact use the old fashioned way. Have you seen me? I can't generate the physical force needed to crack one open. I just use some magic!\"\n\nShe extends a hand and swirls it around in the. From deep within her robe, a spool of white thread unraveled, traveling up her sleeve. The thread twists and twirls magically in the air as Catherine moves her hand. It shimmers slightly in the light.\n\n\"It may not look like much, but this thread is more than capable of splitting open those earth elementals. All I need to do is-\"\n\nShe loops her finger in the air, and the thread shifts to create one large loop.\n\n\"And then-\"\n\nShe suddenly makes a quick gesture with her hand, the thread in the air suddenly pulls taut. \n\n\"And it slices them right open! Like a hot knife through butter. After that, I can scoop out their pretty little hearts.\"\n\nHer smile widens ever so slightly, as if reminiscing on a fond memory. A strange thing to do when describing killing a living creature." }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "The sudden showing of the woman's string 'magic' did draw a sudden reaction from the bodyguard. Instead of jumping, or flinching, he went very still. His eyes were the only part of him to move, and they followed the strings on their original path, before flicking back towards the woman controlling them as her demonstration continued. As she continued the show, he would shift his attention rapdily back and forth, as if trying to take mental note of the physical motion of the body as it corrisponded to the response of the strings path. \n\nWhen the demonstration had ended, Ranzo would finally begin moving again, his head canting to the side as he observed the Drow woman yet again, a grin cracking across his features as it often did, \"Well, that is what I meant in the end, isn't it? Smashing the things open. Just that we use different tools, naturally.\"" }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "\"Oh, yes indeed. I don't believe there is anyway to remove their cores without opening them up. Even if I could, they would die without them anyway. So figuring out a way to do so would simply be a waste of time.\"\n\nShe noted how he watched her so closely. He was taking in every single detail, and he wasn't subtle about it. Is it fear? No. He isn't afraid. He is sizing her up. Watching her movements and extrapolating how it works, imagining the possibilities. Luckily, for him, she loved talking about her magic.\n\n\"I noticed you were watching me rather closely as I did my magic. Does it interest you?\"" }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "\"In a manner of speaking,\" He replied to her question. It was vague, and he certainly was not about to go further into the answer. Instead he took the reigns on the conversation.\n\n\"Why string? Or rope, or whatever it is you would call that.\" He asked, far more interested to learn the strength and weaknesses of the strangers techniques rather than how to do it himself. He had all the magic he was likely to ever need for his line of work, and unless she could teach him to make his sword's blade stretch and contort in the same way as her string, he had very little interest in learning it.\n\nThe woman's eagerness, however, was not lost on the man. She clearly was interested in teaching, or at least speaking about the technique. Perhaps he should indulge her? It wouldn't hurt to stay on their good side, as he still was far from fully trusting the strange woman." }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "Catherine's eyes twinkled and she grinned as she answered.\n\n\"Why not?\"\n\nShe chuckles to herself. She's tempted to just leave it at that, but then she wouldn't be able to talk about it... And she wants to talk about it. It's her only true passion, so she might as well talk about it when she can.\n\n\"In all seriousness. Well, it's a gimmick. It's a special technique that's unique to me. Other magics are more powerful or more versatile, I won't lie and say otherwise. Yet this my magic is unique. Filumancy, I call it. The ability to control thread and thread like objects. Now, you'll notice I said \"Thread like objects.\" Instead of just thread. That is because, with a little effort, I can control rope, chain, wire, and vines just like I can control my threads here. I have been working on methods to be able to impart thread like qualities onto other objects, but alas, it's proving rather tricky. But... There is one thing that it can do that I haven't told you.\"\n\nShe leans in and lowers her voice.\n\n\"The ability to control muscle fibers. Now, muscle fiber is really stretching the definition of \"Thread\" So I can't do it with much precision. Thankfully, I don't need precision to rip out a group of muscles from a target!\"\n\nShe chuckles and flexes her fingers. Then continues to walk forward, as if she had simply commented on the weather, and not said that she is able to turn people inside out with a touch." }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "Maintaining eye contact with the Drow, his expression did not change from wry amusement during her description of how her magic works, however when she leaned it, he leaned back by a small amount. \n\n\"\"The ability to control muscle fibers. Now, muscle fiber is really stretching the definition of \"Thread\" So I can't do it with much precision. Thankfully, I don't need precision to rip out a group of muscles from a target!\"\n\n\"The fuck are you whispering for? Effect?\" He said, followed by a laugh, seemingly unphased by her claim to be able to rip his muscles apart from the inside out. It could of been a threat, one that was vaguely veiled as a prideful claim. Who was he to say? Instead of pushing that, he asked another question. \"You know I never cut someone open to look at what their muscles look like, but I'll take your word for it lady. \"\n\nHe paused to consider the larger implications of her claim, and he asked more questions as their pace once again picked up to a walk, \"So it sounds less like things that are 'string like' and more just shit that is thin and long. Chains aren't string like. So by that logic could you do it to works? Snakes?\" There were further things he wished to say, but he didn't know her quite well enough yet to bring up using magic to manipulate that sort of thing." }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "\"Let me let you in on a little secret about magic. Despite what all the big archmages say, there aren't any solid rules. They Say That in order to cast fireball you need to do These Specific motions and say These Specific words. That's all a lie though. Magic works because you think it will work. It's all about perception. Could I theoretically describe a snake as \"Thread-like\"? Sure! Would It would work effectively? No! Because both Magic and I know that snakes aren't thread.\"\n\n\"And yes, I was whispering for effect. I'm not above enjoying a little drama.\"" }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "He snorted out a laugh at her admission of dramatic effect. \"Fair enough, I'd do the same thing.\" He did however take a look down at his gear, consisting of a coat that was very much made out of threats of... Something. It was warm, comfortable, and looked good. He wasn't very picky on what it was made out of. Perhaps that was a mistake... If this woman meant to harm him, that is.\n\nIn his mind he did have to admit that she was likely gushing over magic as she often didn't have anyone to speak to about it, save for making a love potion or something of that sort. If she thought he was in any way a threat, she wouldn't be guiding him. Or at least he figured she wouldn't. \n\nIt was going to be a long walk, and Ranzo was woefully bad at small talk. And yet, he still did his best, \"So is there a Mr. Catherine..\" He trailed off, forgetting if she had given him a surname." }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "Catherine laughs out loud at this. She shakes her head no.\n\n\"Technically, he would be called Mr. Willows. But no, there is not. I do have a romantic partner. You are terrible at small talk by the way. Not that I can say much, I'm equally bad at small talk.\"\n\nShe takes a look back at him, looking for an actual function conversation topic. Well, the only thing she knows much about is magic. So she may as well start there.\n\n\"So. Cryomancy, huh? I can understand conjuration for your purposes, but why cryomancy?\"" }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "\"Technically, he would be called Mr. Willows\" \n\n\"Willows!\" He shouted out as if some far off peice of useful knowledge had just come to him, and not been fed to him by the person who had originally told him that very same day. \"I knew it was something with some letters in it.\" \n\n\"Terrible shame, that. But my line of work doesn't call for small talk so... I stick to what I know.\" He said, letting the implication fo what that was linger in the air, though it was likely easy to figure out given his single attempt at it. He was not at all surprised by her bringing magic back up. Alright, he'd play along.\n\n\"Grew up on a merchant ship. Water was in steady supply, made it easier for me to come to grips with making ice. Saw it as manipulation of water... I could of gone the path of Hydrokinesis, Hyrdomancy, Aquamancy, whatever you'd like to call it... But I found ice more practical in a fight... And drowning someone who is standing on solid ground seemed brutal and unsportsmanlike, even for my standards.\"" }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "\"Ah, I see. That makes a lot of sense. I always found magic that manipulate a specific thing fascinating. Of course, I don't need to tell you that. Cryomancy is very interesting in its specificity. I mean, it is only the solid form of a single element. Yet it's still incredibly useful. Shields, weapons, protection from heat...\"\n\nShe gives Ranzo an appraising look. She pictures how he would use his magic. He looks like the kind to place a lot of focus on the somatic component of a spell. Swinging his hands quickly and violently, sending out jagged shards of ice. Forming freezing cold weapons...\n\n\"All casters develop a style to their casting with enough experience. I'm sure you know this. Mine is very stereotypically wizard-like. I move my hands, speak in dead languages, make magic circles, all that fun stuff. What about you? Have you developed a personal style to your casting?\"" }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "\"Oh,\" He started, giving a slight chuckle as he shook his head, one foot following the other as the pair made their way through both the mountain pass and the ins and outs of each others personalities, \"..You couldn't possibly expect a professional bodyguard to give away his secrets. Why, I'd be putting both my career and my future clients at risk by giving away such information.\"\n\nHis grin grew somewhat wider, \"You could hogtie me with your Stringomancy and make me look foolish.\"" }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "\"Fond of your secrets, are you? Very well, I can't complain. I'm full of them myself. You make a wonderful point. There is always the chance that I am playing nice with you, but secretly want nothing more than to kill you. Of course, the opposite is always true. You could be biding your time waiting to kill me. Goodness, making friends in this day and age is like navigating a lich's lair.\"\n\nShe shakes her head and shrugs. There's nothing she can do to make him tell her. And even if there could, that would ruin what little trust they've built up among each other." }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "At the idea of waiting to kill her, he simply laughed. \"Well, with your death there would be one less person with the knowledge to make love potions in this world. Perhaps it would be for the greater good of killing that knowledge?\"\n\nHe was smirking as he said this, pressing on that soft spot from earlier, though it was quite clear he was saying this in jest.\n\n\"But other than that, I do not care much for fighting women. Let alone killing them.\"" }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "She ignored the comment of love potions, but turned to give him a sly look when he speaks about his reluctance killing women.\n\n\"Quite the old fashioned viewpoint, no? Why the reluctance? Are you just that chivalrous? Will you lay your coat across a puddle for me? Hold open the door? Pull out my chair at dinner time?\"" }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "There was a gleam of natural mischief in his eyes. He wore the expression like an old glove, and as he locked eyes with her he moved just fast enough to catch up and walk alongside her. \n\n\"For most. Maybe even you, no lover and all that. Find me a door to hold, a chair to pull... You can walk around the puddles though.\" He said, winkinh at her, \"And amongst othet reasons... It's simply harder to get laid when you're known to kill women.\" He said with.Another laugh.\n\n\"..Or I could simply be lying about this to lure you into a false state of security. \"" }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "\"Try not to wink at me. It can be misconstrued as flirting, and I'm not looking for a partner right now. Or ever. Besides, you definitely wouldn't want me. My body has been ruined by decades of magic, to the point where I can't even-\"\n\n\"...Well, I think I'll let you put two and two together there. If you are lying, I don't mind. Lying is as natural as breathing. People may not like to admit it, but almost half of everything that anyone says to another is a lie! ...Or maybe that's a lie?\"\n\nShe chuckles.\n\n\"Who knows!\"" }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "\"..But now I am curious.\" He said, first somewhat amused with a hint of interest before he blinked, expression growing serious. \n\n\"Hey, that's not normal is it? My dangly bits ain't gonna shrivel up from magic right? I need those.!\"" }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "\"Oh it's not normal. It's something I brought on myself as a result of a stupid mistake.\"\n\nHer constant smile falters, as if remembering something she doesn't quite like. She quickly regains herself.\n\n\"Unless you plan on contacting unfathomable horrors from the far realms, you will be just fine.\"" }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "He gave her a long and hard stare, as if trying to peice together what she had just said. True enough that magic was far outside his scope, let alone his interest.\n\n\"So my bits are fine?\"" }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "\"Yes. You will not lose the ability to feel sexual pleasure if you continue using magic.\"\n\nShe sighs and shakes her head, continuing onwards. Why is sex so popular that it's literally the only thing that this man has shown actual concern about?" }, { "author": "ranzosucks", "message": "\"What a grand relief. I'd have nothing left to talk to strangers about. \" He said, exhaling in earnest relief. \n\n\"So horrible creatures huh? Curiosity? Hubris? Revenge? I've been on alot of ruin runs in my time. You see alot of a charred corpses and bones of finger wigglers that went a touch too far with what they can handle.\"" }, { "author": "Catherine", "message": "\"Pride.\" She said simply.\n\n\"I believed myself infallible. I was proven wrong. It is as simple as that.\"\n\nHe gets the distinct impression that she doesn't really want to talk about this." } ]	213.5	9,135
152.5	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "theutilizer001", "message": "[Generic \"Time Passes\" Gimmick]\n\nAfter finishing a sidequest or 3, the caravan was getting ready to move out again.\n\nThe giants had finished their work on the snowpack and getting the water levels back where they belonged. If all continued as they had planned, it would be a good water year for crops in the valley below. \nIn one way, Rawn and crew would be able to say that they had helped. Not really, but they had been there.\n\nUnfortunately for the caravan, Jeriscal and Lucile had vanished. They left no trace of which direction they had gone. Though Rawn suspected that wayward knight had convinced them to head off on a fools errand. He was sad to have lost such a valuable scouting team, and what he had hoped were friends. But, the two were under no compulsion to stay.\n\nFey had also wandered off. But they were able to follow her very faint tracks to the woods. But of course, no dwarf was going to be able to track an elf in the woods without hounds of some sort.\nRawn was relieved to find a note from her. Unfortunately it just said, \"Be back soon, MF.\"\n\nKro opted to stay with the giants for a while longer. That too was a blow to the dwarf. He had become quite fond of the merchant, and was going to miss his conversations and skills.\n\nHe closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.\nThis expedition was definitely not going as smoothly as he had hoped. \n\nHe really just wanted to head off trail, due north. They could get to the valley on foot in 2 days, and be to the foot of the Northern range in 2 days after that.\n\nBut... They had the ponies and carts. So now they had to either follow the trail, which would take 7 days to get off the mountains, or risk getting stuck off the trail. \n\nHe sighed.\nWell, there was nothing to do but burn the 7 days. \n\nHe set Bek and Bik in charge of the carts, and joined the scouts himself. He didn't want the packed road under his feet any longer. For the next 7 days, he was going to spend as much time in the forest, exploring... Er, scouting." }, { "author": "Fey", "message": "Just as Rawn is standing there, pondering the path before him as he prepares to 'roll out'... Who finally stumbles out of the foliage nearby... It's Fey!\n\nLooking Much* The worse for wear... Her clothes are a mess, her hair is more tousled than usual to the point of dishevelment, and ... She looks Totally blitzed, waving a strange-looking bottle around. \n\"High Lord Rawn! Hi, Lord Rawn! Holy sh\|\|-ingles\|\|, it was That* Kind of party! Mashed potatoes, Woo!!!\" ... And proceeds to pass out and fall face first on the road at his feet, bottle still clutched in her hand ... Fortunately stoppered, so it doesn't spilled." }, { "author": "Sallieri", "message": "The flute speaks up, ever at Fey's hip in the scabbard\n\n\"Pfft, hope she didn't hit her nose too hard there ... The dumbass. Anyway, how long were we in there? It felt like months and months! ... But, you all are still here, so it couldn't have been that long... I'm so ... Disoriented. But, I finally was able to convince Fey to come back, and them to let us out. They even thanked us with this bottle, they said something strange about some stones ahead, and a dance to do when we get there. Ask Fey once she ... Wakes up... Eventually.\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Keladan feared he was beginning to become less of an elf. These days in the caravan it seemed he remained the sole bearer of elegance and beauty among his party. It was a large burden to bear.. \n The dwarves of course had eventually warmed up to his peculiar ways. The occasional explosion and warping of reality was useful for breaking up the monotony that the group had fallen in to. \n Though they still hadn't come around to the idea of letting him enchant their belongings.\n\n There was good gold in that.. He just knew. Only dwarves are a stubborn sort and for some reason either don't see the use of or want the power that he could provide.. Keladan also had the tiniest inkling of an idea that if he could earn enough favor with this bunch..\n\nThat maybe the high lord could provide priceless assistance with construction of a mechanism.. A ship to be precise . One that could conquer the skies.\n\n\n The enchanter sighed. His pink hair dangling, draped over the side of a wooden rim to a magically enlarged soup bowl. Steam curled up about him into the chill air. He had never been a fan of the cold, and these baths did more than just help maintain his Elegant Appearance. If not for them he might freeze into a solid elvish statue.. \n He began to clamber and raise himself out of the big wooden bowl with an arm on each side. \nThat was enough daydreaming for now. \n\n Keladan's feet touched the ground, and hot water dripped from him. Turning cold fast. He disengaged the enchantment and the parchment stuck to its side went trailing down.Along with the bowl and its contents. The hot stones used to heat the water turned to pebbles once again inside.. One would think they wouldn't be affected in the original enchanting.. He shrugged.\n\nHe would go to chisel away at Bek.. Slowly convincing him about the wonders of enchantment." }, { "author": "theutilizer001", "message": "Rawntha smirked as he slowly shook his head at the passed out Fey.\n\n\"It hasn't been more than a couple days Sally.\" He said to the flute. \"Sounds like there's a story to be told here. But It looks like it'll have to wait.\"\n\nHe bent down and picked up the passed out elf and carried her over to one of the carts. \nBlankets and a pillow were brought and tucked her into the makeshift bed." }, { "author": "Bek Swifthammer", "message": "\"Aye Master Keladan, believe me, I understand what you're getting at... But what happens when the enchantment fails or wears off? If my axe handle breaks, I can always fix it. If my blade breaks, I can reforge it. I can't fix a broken magical doohickey.\" The dwarf said as sat on a small folding stool, smoking his pipe." }, { "author": "Sallieri", "message": "Decides she better try to catch up with Rawn, see what's been going on the last few days, so possesses Fey — she's already 'asleep' after all..." }, { "author": "Fey (Sally's ride)", "message": "Then tries standing up and climbing out of the cart...\n\"Sh\|\|indig\|\|!\"\nTHUD!!!\n\"Ow... Dammit, Fey...\"" }, { "author": "Sallieri", "message": "Sally learns the hardway something she had never tried before... Fey being so plastered... If Sally possesses her in that state... Well, the Body* Is still blitzed. Thus, Sally can't move it any better than Fey!\nShe hops back into the flute...\n\n\"Hells. Hope I didn't hurt her...\"\nShe tries using some telekinesis to put Fey back...\n\"Crap, she's heavier than she looks...\"\nShe calls after Rawn* \"Li'l help?\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "The elf raised his arms and exclaimed!\n\"Vah! Bek my friend. I do not understand what is so difficult about infusing a dun gem with mana. A broken enchanted sword blade would indeed be useless but~\" \n\nAn idea struck Keladan. Maybe he was coming to understand these earth dwelling folks. He squatted down beside the dwarf and watched n thunk for a second as Bek smacked the pipe against his boot, emptying the bowl. \n Keladan offered his hand to refill the pipe with his own supply. A generous offer when on the mountain and you don't want to dip into the caravans stock. The enchanter spoke as he pressed common pipe weed into the bowl of Bek's pipe with his thumb, and then sitting cross legged as he passed it back and brought out his own.\n\n\"What if i were to enchant those boots- say something simple, Subtle. Like a blessing to fortify that which you forge. Or runes that ease burden, and let one carry more?\" \n\nThe elf raised a questioning eyebrow and did a little magic trick to light his pipe.\n\n\"Also this outfit for example~ I charmed it Years Ago and it still hasn't worn off!\" \n\nHe stood and turned around once to show bek, and although his bottom had been in the dirt. It looked as if he was clean enough to attend even the most Awful Of political and social gatherings." }, { "author": "Fey", "message": "Trips back into a mushroom circle" }, { "author": "Sallieri", "message": "\"Oh no,not again, Not again!!!\"" } ]	99	1,830
338.16	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Bea", "message": "Sitting beside a river, the little Bea was looking a little defeated. She kept casting her fishing line into the water and slowly brought it back with not a nibble on the hook. \n\nShe'd been traveling for a week or two and she was dirty, tired.. Hungry. She had prepared for this, or so she thought. Her brown hair, once naturally curly and shined with health was now dull and matted against her head, try as she might to smooth it down with her fingers, they would just get stuck and she'd have to pull apart the strands that had knotted at the back of her neck. She had bought herself appropriate clothing to wear for traveling - some trousers and a nice warm coat, hat and gloves. She had packed food, waterskin, extra socks and a knife. Things the books said would be necessary for long trips. And she was young and in great shape - for a waitress. Walking in a warm tavern day after day had not prepared the little human for the cold, rocky, uneven, dirt earthen floor. \n\nShe had made it south past the Aismir woods and kept to the roads as much as possible, a few times she'd see caravans and travelers, but she had been wary of asking for a ride or any help. Bea heard some horror stories about slavers, monsters, goblins.. All sorts of things that could happen. It didn't help that she read a lot of books and had a wild imagination. While she rested by the river trying to catch some sorely needed lunch, she considered returning to her home in the mountains to the north. Bea could see the damn fish swimming under the water, but none seemed interested in the bugs she was using at the end of the hook. \n\nSighing, the girl set the stick and line aside and stood up, stretching her achy legs then stomped some mud from her boots which she was glad she spent the extra coin on. \n\n\"Maybe they're just not hungry..\" She looked up at the sun and loosened her heavy coat up. It was much warmer here and the coat was not only thick, made for much colder weather, but way too war\n\nM now that she had cleared the woods. \n \"Not in the mood for beetles? Fine, let's find something you do like.. \"\n\n Beatrice dug into the soil with her knife and snatched up a worm that was unlucky to be squirming it's way in the rich land, then attached it to the hook and tossed the line out into the water. The stick she was using for a pole was shoved into the dirt, standing it up, where she could keep an eye on it. Removing her coat, she dropped it on the ground next to her pack and other belongings while she gathered up some kindling and wood for a fire." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Chuckles had left behind the city not too long ago, although he did lose count of the days since he got busy. And lost, he also got kind of lost on the way out of the woods. He could have asked for directions, but he certainly wouldn't step so low with the added danger of meeting some less than friendly traveler. So instead he kept busy hunting and collecting pelts to have something to trade for coin once he reached civilization again. Or as luck had it, some traveling merchant that braved the roads and was also brave enough, or scared enough of the gnoll, to indulge him in trading.\n\nWhen he was about ready to pack up and move on from the area after getting acquainted enough with it, a surprisingly familiar scent carried by the wind left him confused and made him stop and actually make sure he wasn't just imagining it. Cake and tea comes to mind, curious. He thought as he considered the scent, eyes lighting up as his mind finally connected the dots and linked a person to that sensation. Hastily finishing to pack his things, he followed the trail carried by the wind to its source. \n\nStill wearing his heavy cape despite the higher temperatures here compared to the colder north of the earlier weeks, Chuckles stalked the tall grass and shrubs with practiced movements while following his nose. Eventually he came across a river and what did he know, he was actually right. He watched curiously with his head tilted to the right in both confusion and amusement as the young woman he... Barely. ... Recognized was digging the ground with a knife, attempting to fish with a pole and then proceeded to gather some wooden sticks, presumably for a fire.\n\nFinding the scene rather surreal, he chuckled quietly to himself when she left her spot to go gather more wood, quietly taking her place by the river to check how her attempt at fishing was going. At first glance, not good, he was actually tempted to grab a pointy stick and just get fish as his tribe did, but first he wanted to s\n\nEe the shock of the misplaced waitress coming back to find him sitting on her spot." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "Gathering the little sticks and branches she picked up got her mind off the stubborn fish she couldn't catch and started humming an engaging tune to herself, the kind where the melody repeats itself over and over until she started to sing.. \n\n\"There was a young woman called Sally,\n Who loved an occasional dally\nShe sat on the lap\n Of a well endowed chap\nAnd said 'You're right up my alley.\"\n\nBea was chuckling out loud when she started back to make up her camp when she suddenly stopped and tightened her grip on the wood in her arms, tensing at the sight of someone where she had been fishing. \n \"Yo there! My husband is twenty feet tall and will chew through that cow net you call armor in no time if you don't get out of here..\" Her voice had dropped an octave to try and sound older, intimidating. \nLies!\n\nShe dropped the bits and pieces of tree branches and grabbed one to use as a club. \"Just keep moving down the river, Mister.. \" She started to approach very cautiously, not having the extraordinary sense of smell or sight other races had, Bea wasn't able to sniff at the air and notice much more than the fresh air and the musty dry wood she held in her hands. \n\nOnly when she got near enough to clearly see the intruder did she pause, keeping the club raised. \n\n\"Chuckles?\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Chuckles suppressed a chuckle when his round ears overheard the curious song she chanted, seeming completely relaxed even when upon returning she threatened him with a 'husband' and a stick. Turning his head slightly in her direction, he showed an unrestrained fanged grin and lazily waved a hand at her.\n\n\"Hi Bea, it's been a while. You look terrible, what are you doing out here?\" He asked casually while giving her a side glance, his nose twitching slightly as he sniffed the air to double check in case he missed some 'husband' smell in the area. Although it would be hard to miss something twenty feet tall, he assumed.\n\n\"I also didn't know you had a husband, if I remember what that means. What does 'being up someone's alley' mean, by the way?\" He added with an amused tone, finally standing up and dusting off his heavy cape a little. Exactly as she probably remembered, he still wore stitched leathers under his cape, trying to at least give a reasonable doubt to whoever watched about his race. Not that it would fool anyone who had seen a gnoll before, but not everyone had.\n\nHe casually took a few steps towards her, seeming to not care about the club she still held. He carried several weapons around his belt, sharp and blunt, but his clawed hands stood clear of them. The biggest threat was the fangs shown by his grin, and the only target so far had been her choice of words." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "Her apprehension turned into relief at the sight of the beast - who seemed to have faired much better than she has in the wilderness. He was in his element now, and Bea was - not lost - but her acclamation was still in the learning process. \n\n\"I decided it was time to stop living my life through books and actually see it for myself. There's more dirt and trees, mud... Bugs.. Animals.. \" She trailed off into several other mumbled pests she's run into before piping up again. \".. Much more than expected. The storybooks don't go into all that.\" \n\n\"Oh, my husband...\" She grinned. \"He's around.. \" Her eyes darted around as if she might have misplaced the imaginary man. \"For some reason... If people think you 'belong' to someone already they leave you along. And it helps if they're big and scary. You ought to know that - Not that YOU are scary! I mean, you could be if you wanted to be. I don't think you are and .. \" She was just going to stop there before her very muddy boot ended up in her mouth. \n\nShe breathed and finally smiled. \"I am happy to see you!\" She dropped the club and just ran up and hugged him, no doubt surprising the beast!" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll quietly listened to her talk with his head slightly tilted to the right. He had the impression she hadn't talked much lately and was just letting the words out all at once. What he wasn't prepared for was she lunging for a hug, eyes opening wide once she clung to his chest. The height difference was obvious, but he was unprepared regardless and just remained still for a few seconds only to tentatively reach down with an arm to pat her back.\n\n\"I am also happy to see you? Especially alive and well. Are You well?\" His hand remained on her back and he also added after a brief pause. \"Is this what being 'up someone's alley' means?\" He looked down at the girl with the same grin as before, waiting for her to detach first. If she did, by looking at her now it really looked like she needed the hug. And help, lots of help.\n\n\"I don't think books, for all they can tell you, can prepare anyone for the rough reality of surviving.\" Nor can they teach you magic just by reading, apparently. \"I'm surprised you didn't return back home after the first night outside the walls, beds are that more comfortable, yes?\" He let out a hyaenish chuckle, glancing briefly back at her temporary camp." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "\"I'm much better now!\" She wasn't lying, she was so happy to see someone she knew AND could trust. In her mind anyway. He'd never done anything to prove otherwise. \n\nShe finally released the beast-man and backed off. It was hard to tell under the clothing she wore but she had lost a little weight, the cute full cheeks she had before had thinned a bit, matured into a more defined jawline. Not that they could be seen as she wore trousers now, but she had built up a bit of muscle in her legs and arms with all the walking and work while traveling. \n\n\"I'm good.. Just hungry. I have a few rations left but was looking forward to some fresh fish for lunch..\" She eyed her fishing line that remained slack in the water. \n\n\"And I brought a few books that tells you how to do stuff...\" She grinned and moved past him to where her pack on the ground and grabbed two books from it. \"They tell you how to survive in the wilderness. See.. \" She showed him one that was page after page of what plants and berries and edible roots and bugs. The other book had several ways to find shelter, set traps, gather rain water, mix healing herbs if the need be. She thought she had it all figured out.\n\nAs he spoke of the lazy way to catch prey in the water, it was also the best way to stay dry. \"I was going to try and make a net.. \" She flipped through pages in one of the books, wetting her thumbs as she did so to better catch hold and unstick the used parchment, clearly having read them over and over. \"It's a simple instruction of using reeds and long grass.. \" She was about to start reading directly from the book but as Chuckles began gathering his own tools she silenced herself and watched him instead. \n\nShe didn't need to be told she needed 'practice' - she wasn't even at apprentice level at this point, but she had the want and the heart to learn. And she had her books. \n\nHer heavy coat had finally gotten to be too much for her, the sun overhead was bright, warm. She shrugged off the thick frock and laid it on the ground by her pack, her tunic looked a bit cleaner - the coat having taken n most of the road and grime she ran into. The sensitive snout of the gnoll might (definitely) pick up that the little woman hadn't seen a hot bath in a while. It seemed to had grown immune to her own 'aroma'. \n\nShe watched in silence, not wanting to interrupt or scare any of the fish away." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll looked back at her one last time as she took off her coat, watching briefly before returning his attention to the river. If he noticed her less than ideal level of hygiene he didn't show it at all. He was no flower himself after all.\n\nSpotting a suitable target not too far from the river bank, he grabbed some rope from his new backpack and tied it to the blunt end of the sharpened stick. \"This way we don't have to get in the water to pull the fish out.\" He commented idly, assuming a position ready to throw the stick as he took aim. \"If you're fishing in the sea, you can find some rocky ridge to throw from, or just stand in the low water and wait.\" He continued, sharpening his gaze on the fish. \"Right now I don't feel like getting my paws wet.\"\n\nHe waited until the perfect moment the fish seemed to still in the water, then he threw the spear with a quick movement. The wooden stick, while not exactly refined to be the perfect tool, flew into the water and its tip disappeared under the surface, causing ripples all around. Chuckles grinned as he held on to the rope and pulled it back, the stick resurfacing with a fish skewered on its end. \"Hah! Not bad for a first throw.\" He complimented himself, the grin on his muzzle wide and predatory. As the stick reached the ground he pulled it up and held it towards Bea. \"You know how to cook, right?\"" }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "His way seemed similar to her own except his was more of the hunters way, hers was more.. Practical. And while Chuckles was reeling in his kill, Bea's 'fishing pole' started to wiggle, the string growing taut and the stick started to bend. \n\n\"Look!\" She squeeled and quickly moving around him to grab at the stick before it was pulled into the water. She held it tight and pulled it left and right putting up a good fight with whatever was on the other end of that line. She had to back up slowly, doing her best not to get pulled into the water or slip on a muddy patch of dirt. Reaching out, the wound the string around her hand, finally pulling the flopping fish out of the water. It was quiet big, fat and had little whisker-like tentacles on the cheeks of it's face. \n\n\"Ugh.. Catfish. I'll trade you.\" She chuckled and held up her own prize. \"It seems both ways work well.\" And grinned proudly. \"And yes, I can cook them.. You clean and gut them, I'll cook..\" And handed it over to the gnoll. \n\n\"I just need to get the wood I dropped and get the fire started.\" Which she did. \nIt wasn't long before she had the kindling aflame and was throwing larger sticks to catch the fire and grow. From her pack she removed an all-purpose stewpot that was made for cooking outdoors. Chuckles had plenty of time to work on the fish while the wood burned into hot coals. Bea would go around and gather some herbs and roots - with her book - to feast on with the meat." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Observing Bea actually catch a fish using the pole left him pleasantly surprised, so he grinned at her when she showed him the catfish she caught. \"Not bad, you could yet survive out here huh?\" He joked and approached her while holding up his pointy stick. \"You want to... Clean the fish? You just caught it from the river, it doesn't get cleaner than-\" He interrupted his words to narrow his gaze thoughtfully. They don't eat it raw, so they likely remove the worst parts. Shrugging he grabbed his knife in the other hand, the same knife used to sharpen the stick, and nodded at her. \"Fine, I'll give it a try.\"\n\nAs Bea went to grab the wood to start the fire, he squatted by the river and did his best to 'clean' the fishes, gutting them first and then calling her several times to ask what humans considered 'clean', eventually ending up with something she could at least agree with. \"You're leaving out a lot of stuff, you sure you don't eat those?\" He remarked, seeming uncertain about wasting any part of potential food. Obviously gnolls had a different diet, not even needing the food cooked. This turned out to be a learning experience for the both of them, after all.\n\nThe gnoll sat by the fire as Bea worked the 'cooking magic', observing how she prepared the fish and which herbs she added. Herbs he would likely leave aside. \"So where did you plan to go, after leaving so suddenly?\" He asked idly as their meal cooked. \"Did you think to live as I do? Was it something I said?\"" }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "Bea would cast glances to see what parts of the fish were getting removed, once in a while she'd make a face at the innards being pulled from the underbelly and wave them away to be tossed out. She had cleaned fish before - and chickens as well as other fowl, not to mention pigs, goats, etc etc.. But she was doing her part in making the meal. \n\n \"You don't actually eat that part? It.. It's poo.\" She grinned and just started laughing. \"I'm good with the meat itself.. Thanks.\" She was still chuckling when she diced up the herbs and handed a particular long green leafy plant to him, offering a taste. \"Wild onion.. \" \n\nHaving placed a few thick stones to sit the pot on and added some water, the fish and what edible foods she could find, were all being cooked up. \n\n\"It wasn't a sudden decision to leave.. \" She got comfortable as the fish stewed on the fire. Her brow had become damp under the warm sun and so near the fire, she used the sleeve of her tunic to pat away the beads of sweat that formed and pushed back a bit of matted curls from her eyes, only then realizing what a mess she must appear. 'bah' she shrugged off any cares about her looks. She was doing what she had set out to do. Live. \n\n\"I'd always thought about traveling since I've read so many books about it. From mountain climbers to pirates.. Do you know people actually DO live under the sea? And yes.. \" She chuckled. \"Reading books about magic when you were living there made me want to learn more. I didn't actually think I'd ever see you again, however. I figured you were long gone and changing rocks into chocolate cake somewhere..\" Teasing tone about his love for such foods. \n\n\"And even if I don't become a magic user, I heard there is the world's biggest library there! I'll find a job.. Learn history or something.\" She paused and took a moment to think on her words, but shrugged. \"I haven't figured it all out yet.. \" \n\n\"What about you? Did you run into trouble or som" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll listened quietly to her words as he sat by the fire, the smell of fish being cooked filling his nose and making it just slightly harder to focus on the conversation, but he appeared attentive enough. He turned his head slightly to the right at the mention of pirates, and nodded slowly at the idea of 'people' living underwater. Sporting a wide grin when she mentioned him trading for cake, he idly licked his lips as his mind wandered to that incredible discovery that was chocolate, fortunately he got back on track without losing much of what was said after.\n\n\"I didn't run into trouble, or at least... Not much.\" He shrugged slightly, looking towards the sky briefly. If only you could follow any given direction. He grunted lightly and waved a hand dismissively. \"I just wasn't used to the snowy forest, got lost for a bit, learned some new things and traded pelts with some merchant.\" He motioned briefly towards his backpack with a clawed finger, on top of it a neat bear pelt was rolled and tied. \"They're worth quite a bit in winter, so that was easy coin for other things.\"\n\nLooking at her up and down with an appraising gaze, he shook his head and grinned again. \"You did good so far, at least you survived, yes?\" Letting out a brief hyaenish chuckle, he continued. \"There's plenty of things out there that books can't prepare you for.\" He raised a hand, counting on his fingers as he began listing the possible ways she could have died. \"You really can't outrun an angry, or hungry, bear or wolves. You could get ambushed by bandits, attacked in your sleep... Hunter's fangs, you could even meet a gnoll. What would you do then?\"\n\nBarking out another short laugh, he slapped his leg and leaned back, shaking his head with evident amusement. \"I like that you're doing all this for the sake of living, and yet you've probably never been this close to mortal danger. It's funny, isn't it? All for the sake of books!\" With a wide grin still present on his muzzle, showing his shar\n\nP fangs, he turned to her once more with a glint in his red eyes. \"Tell you what, if you're certain you want to continue this journey instead of returning home to your comfortable bed and warm house, we can try to go to that great library together. Or at least until some place where you can get a safe passage there. What do you say?\"" }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "\"I have survived and .. Probably would have still even if you didn't come along.\" She grinned but there may be more than a hint of doubt behind her brown eyes. In truth she had been questioning her plan as well as her sanity some days while on the road. She then sighed and admitted while she leaned towards him as if speaking a secret. \n\n\"I miss bread SO much..\" She laughed! Also admitting (to herself) she was glad for the company. Bea didn't know how lonely it could be. She had grown up with seven brothers and sisters and working at the Three Cups, she didn't know what silence was until she in the middle of no where - alone. \n\nHe listed off the many things that could have killed her, aye. But her luck had remained. \"It sounds like you're trying to talk me into going back..\" Her reply sounded more suspicious, as if he was trying to scare her. \"I've thought about all that.. \" Her last word sort of trailed off. She lied \"I would have figured something out.. \" What else could she say?\n\n\"Yes, I want to go.. \" She sounded firm on this decision and used a spoon she had removed from her pack to stir the fish stew. Looking into the pot, she grimaced at the fish she had caught. \".. Should have just fried them.\" Fortunately she was getting used to eating a number of things she didn't like - or was finding out she didn't like." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "With his head tilted slightly to the right and a less than convinced expression on his muzzle, if she could tell at all, he listened with some skepticism to her explanations and plans. It sounded more like she was convincing herself rather than him, that she had it all figured out. \"Fine then, miss I-thought-about-it. If you're convinced you don't want to go back, at least not yet, I guess you'll have to stick with me if you want to survive much longer.\"\n\nWith a quiet sigh he turned his head to the fish stew-soup thingie, wondering if it wouldn't have been better to eat his share raw instead. \"There's worse ways to start a journey, I guess.\" He grinned and looked back at Bea. \"And also better ways, you're lucky I showed up before some animal did. I don't think they'd be afraid of a giant invisible husband.\"\n\nHe watched her stir the stew with a glint in his eyes, finding the contrast between the waitress he met in town and the one out here quite amusing. What a few days without their comforts do to people. At least the company will be nice. \"You know, they make some good bread in Miller Dale. They've got those big wheels that turn using water, to make... Flour, was it?\" He let out a chuckle, unable to resist the urge to tease her for missing such a basic, and meatless, food. \"That's where I tried chocolate first, have I told you?\"\n\nThe gnoll seemed to be considerably more chatty as he waited to have his share of stew, maybe not the best meal to look forward to, but at least still food. Expressing poor judgement on someone's cooking could be considered offensive, so better show some restraints with comments. \"So are you completely sure you can't eat raw meat and fish?\"" }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "Miller Dale. This was on the map she had in her pack. \"That's where I was planning to go and stay a few days.\" Bea nodded while she cooled off a spoonful of the stew by blowing on it before taking a sip to taste-test the food. She just shrugged, it wasn't anything to brag about - for sure - but it wouldn't kill them either. \n\n\"I've never eaten anything raw that I can't remember. I'm not sure why you'd want to. There's diseases in raw food you know.. \" She nodded towards him as if she 'knew' better. But then a grin formed as she recalled a memory. \"I did dare my brother to eat a raw egg once.. He did it! He ate it, but then we both got yelled at when he thought he was going to die and went crying to mum.\" Smirking. \n\n\"I did not know about the chocolate. You didn't seem to share very much about yourself even though I asked - many times.\" He had been very, no secretive, but avoided questions and information about himself. To be fair, it made sense since he didn't know her and had no reason to trust anyone. \n\nA few more stirs and she filled the one bowl she brought for herself, then just gestured to the pot. \"We can share my bowl or you can just eat it from the pot.\" She'd let him decide. \n\n\"So, do you just.. Catch the fish and eat it as is? Right out of the water? Do you do the same with rabbits and other stuff? Oh! What gross things have you eaten? Do you ever get sick from it? Are they still wiggling?\" She shuddered and made a few grimacing faces after eat question she asked. And the more she asked, the less appetizing her bowl of fish stew looked. She remained holding the bowl in her hands - letting it cool off. Mhm." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "\"That's where I first landed, it was strange to see proper 'civilization' for the first time, if we want to call it that.\" He commented idly while peering curiously into the stew. Better wait until she had enough, then scoop up the rest. \"It's been a while since I've had eggs, too... Any big birds around these parts?\" He asked with a mischievous grin, looking back at her and her bowl. \"The last thing you want are details about a gnoll's diet right now, trust me on this one. It will probably ruin your appetite for the rest of the... Week.\"\n\nWell you just said it, I guess that's one less thing to mind our tongue about. He halted and stared at her, measuring her reaction, if any, at his admission. Not like she can call the guards here, at least. \"Ever heard the saying 'whatever doesn't choke you, makes you fatter'? Because that about sums it up.\" He continued casually, letting out another hyaenish chuckle. \"Now you'd better eat that stew, and then get some more. You'll need the energy for the road, yes? I'll finish what remains.\"\n\nSeeming content to just sit and wait for her to eat, he looked around casually, ears twitching ever so often or turning towards the source of some distant noise. It seemed like he tried to be as inconspicuous and casual as possible, just in case she thought she was in danger. For whatever reason. He'd seen that reaction before." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "Bea sipped from the bowl of stew rather than use her spoon, listening as Chuckles talk of his arrival from home. \"I still don't know where you come from. You always seemed to change the subject whenever I asked before..\" She interrupted as he spoke, her eyes scanned the area for birds when asked. \n\n\"I've seen plenty of birds.. But unless you like climbing trees I don't think we'll have eggs any time soon.. \" They could search the bush for quail of other small fowl. Chicken sounded good right now. Fried chicken, Roast chicken with stuffing! Rabbit would even be good. She lowered her eyes to the soupy stew and wrinkled her nose. It was food and she reminded herself - again - she can't be picky anymore. \n\n\"I think this fish has ruined my appetite.. \" And chuckled. \".. For the day anyway. Here, eat.\" She found her glove and wrapped it around the handle of the pot so her could lift it without burning himself. \".. And that's a phrase I have never heard. Speaking of which, there's bones in that fish.. So don't choke.\" \n\n His laughter made her smile every time she heard it. Yes, he was.. Ferocious looking. And yes, his teeth were quite sharp, and she'll rightly admit she was afraid of him when she had met the beast. Tall, hairy, carrying the giant crossbow, who wouldn't be scared? Right now he just put her at ease, even if he enjoyed trying to put the fear of gnolls into her. \n\n\"Tell me about your home.. \" They had plenty of time to kill. \"Do you have brothers and sisters? Oh! Were you born in a litter?\" The last question made her pause, unsure if they may have offended him in some way, she quickly looked apologetic and backed off from the rest of the questions that rolled around in her head. \".. Sorry... I'll let you talk..\" Sheepish grin." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Seeing Bea leave her meal unfinished would have left a frown on his face, if he could frown at all. Since he couldn't, he clenched his jaw and stared at her appearing slightly disappointed. Not being one to leave leftovers, he accepted the pot with a nod and gave the stew a few tries, slowly to avoid getting burnt.\n\n\"I won't hear complaints if you feel hungry later, alright?\" With a faint grunt he settled back, a thoughtful expression on his muzzle as he considered her questions. \"Since we're here, and I already told you who, or what, I am... I might as well tell you a bit of the rest.\" He glanced sideways at her, appearing dubious. \"But first, you don't know much about gnolls, do you?\" He let out another chuckle and shook his head, raising a hand before she could answer.\n\n\"I don't know if you've heard stories, since there aren't many of my kind on this continent.\" He paused a moment. \"As far as I know, at least. But if you've heard stories they'll all say that we're dangerous, vicious, ruthless killers who will hunt and eat about anything, or anyone.\" He slowly turned to her with a grin. \"They're mostly true, of course. It's a well deserved reputation. The clans that worship the Devourer are exactly like that.\" He resisted the urge to spit and instead drank some more stew directly from the pot.\n\n\"We come from the continent to the east of this, and if you land there you'll find plenty of them. Especially in the southern part, the desert, badlands... Life is overall terrible there.\" He glanced up to the sky briefly, seemingly lost in thought. \"Some clans however moved away from those lands several generations ago, and also from the worship of that... Fiend, not sure how else to call it.\" He turned back to her, then pointed at the pot. \"Mine in particular settled on the coast, so we're familiar with fishing.\"\n\nTaking a breather from his explanation, he idly swirled the little stew left in the pot, then finally continued to address the last questions. \"Yes, I have some\n\nHalf-siblings. No we're not born in litters... Although most of the time it's in pairs. If you're not attentive enough usually only one survives though, the competition between cubs is naturally extreme.\" He shrugged, finally settling his gaze back on her. \"Anything else?\"" }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "There was still some food left in her bowl, she'd eat it.. Reluctantly, but she'd finish what was left and show him the empty container. See? - her look spoke for her. \n\nIf Bea had heard of Gnolls she probably skimmed over the word in a book somewhere and didn't give it another thought. And let's face it, there aren't very many gnolls in the Fairy tales she read growing up. She shook her head but didn't interrupt while he explain where he was from - that part of the world. The land very foreign to her having grown up in the exact opposite of how he did. Her world had been cold, surrounded by snow covered mountains and forests. \n\nShe looked over at the gnoll and the fur that covered him. \"You'd think it would be the other way around. You were born with a warm coat already. You should have been born to the cold, and I should have been in the deserts..\" It made sense in her mind. \n\n\"You took a big chance coming to this part of the world, then.\" Absorbing all his information and could only imaging what sort of treatment he'd gotten by the people he's met but didn't want to go down that road with him right now. They were having a nice afternoon, no need to ruin it by bringing up bad memories. Besides, by the sounds of it she'd be killed by his kind of she went to his homeland, likely for food. \n\n\"Many..\" As if she needed to speak her answer but settled on one. \"Why did you come to learn magic?\" He had told her this before, that's why she borrowed all the books on magic back at the Three Cups." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Letting out another short chuckle, he shook his head and scratched the fur around his neck. \"You'd think so, it's strange. I've seen many others with fur shorter than mine, even in my clan. I guess we're leaving behind our badlands roots?\" He shrugged, seeming to mull it over. His fur wasn't nearly warm or thick enough to handle the cold he felt in the snow a few weeks back, in fact he dreaded it. It still helped a bit though.\n\nCleaning the pot of any remaining stew with his tongue, forget manners, he set it back down and looked back at Bea, considering her. \"It has been a risk coming here, yes. I didn't think I'd survive the first month, many back home probably think me dead already.\" He grinned widely, finding the idea amusing. \"That will make for a better return one day, no? So far I've been lucky to have avoided most confrontations and met some... Tolerant people. Like you, it seems.\" He nodded towards her in acknowledgement, the fact that she was still here talking to him was proof enough.\n\n\"Maybe one day you'll come visit the continent I'm from? I promise we're not all savages.\" He paused briefly, narrowing his gaze seeming to doubt his own words. \"Fine, most are, but my clan is fine. It took a lot of time and effort to learn common and how to sail, you know?\" Another pause, continuing after a few seconds. \"Maybe don't come on your own... We'll get back to that one day, yes?\" He barked out another chuckle, sounding more mirthful than before.\n\n\"There's many more things to learn out here, magic is one of them. Of course we have magic home too, but it's... A strict business. It's the shamans who pass down this knowledge, and chose who to teach.\" He pulled up a leather half-sleeve to expose some red markings on his fur, looking a mix between glyphs of a strange language and just plain decorations. \"They use marks like this one to cast magic, I only copied their patterns just to I could find something similar and learn someplace here.\" He scooted closer, so she cou\n\nLd inspect his arm if she wanted to. \"So that's why the books and all that. Do you want to learn as well now? Did I infect you with curiosity?\" He said with a wide grin, a playful glint in his eyes." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "\"I was always curious..\" Bea began. \"It just never occurred to me to do anything about it. I just figured my life was to be normal.. Get married, have kids.. The usual route.\" She shrugged, not having dared to have bigger dream, not for REAL anyway. \n\nCuriously, she looked over his etchings on his arm, \"I read a lot about runes and glyphs in the books I borrowed but I'm not sure I have seen these specifically. It may be similar, but just written in your language.. \" She honestly didn't know, and was comparing it only from what she had seen in the books. \n\n\"So they didn't choose you, you just copied them? How do you know they don't work?\" The young woman was unable to read such things, let alone detect any sort of magic, so she would have to rely on what he knew about it. \"Do they spell out magic words?\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "\"At least you accomplished one of those things, since you're married now.\" Yet another chuckle and he grinned at the woman, pretending to look around searching for someone, or something, quite up high. \"But really, life is lived through dumb, reckless decisions like those.\" And aren't we experts about such things. He shrugged lightly, turning his arm towards him to inspect the markings again. Not that he needed to, he'd learned by memory how to replicate them.\n\n\"But returning to the matter at... Hand...\" And once again he laughed. \"Or arm, anyway, no I wasn't chosen of course, I wouldn't be here otherwise. Let's just say I observed the markings until I memorized them.\" He idly scratched his arm, as if dealing with an invisible itch. \"What they use to make them is likely different though, maybe they add something more to the poultice, ink, dirt... Whatever you want to call it.\" With a pensive expression he passed a finger over one red line along his bicep. \"I don't know what they say, and they're probably not magic at all, at least on me. A good start is to get someone to figure out the meaning, and proceed from there.\"\n\nPulling down his sleeve again, he stretched both his arms forward and yawned, his mouth opening wide to display his full set of sharp teeth briefly. \"Should we get moving? If I stay here much longer I'll get sleepy, I think. The weather seems nice enough today to allow a nap... And we can't afford it.\" He suggested without standing up, yet, but the intention seemed to be there. \"We can talk and walk, as I'm sure you wouldn't allow a quiet travel, hmm?\" He grinned teasingly at Bea, even if he didn't know her for long he figured out that much about her at least." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "\"If you didn't KNOW me you might have believed me about having a husband - despite how I look right now. Maybe he's an orc or a giant of some kind, you never know. Some men might like a short girl..\" She chuckled, gathering up her items and headed towards the edge of the river, finding a few sturdy rocks to wade out onto so she could kneel down and wash out the stew pot. \n\nShe didn't ask further about his tattoo, although she remembered reading a few things about magic runes or placing tattoos on people, normally chanting words or even prayers while writing them onto the skin. There were a number of different ways.. Perhaps Miller Dale will have a library of some sort where they could find the language or meaning behind the glyphs. \n\n\"You make it sound like I'm annoying.. \" She glanced back over her shoulder, facetiously narrowing her eyes. \"The silent treatment is far worse.. \" Bea warned. \"That comes with a lot of snarky under-the-breath comments and dirty looks, and well as rock kicking and stomping of boots.\" She stood after filling the pot full of water and returned to the small fire, then poured the water over the smoldering remains, then began kicking dirt over it all. \n\n\n\n\"Your choice. I'd suggest a happy, chatty Bea.\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll quietly stared at Bea for several seconds that seemed to stretch much longer than that, before finally answering her. \"Why would this 'silent treatment' include hushed comments? If you speak you're not silent, so you should be quiet instead. As for the dirty looks, well... Looks like you really, what's the expression... 'Nailed it'?\" He motioned towards her with a clawed hand, a grin quickly spreading on his muzzle until he began laughing with honest amusement.\n\n\"Sounds like this silent treatment is anything but silent, so I don't see it as a winning strategy. I can teach you to be quiet if you want, but maybe later.\" He went to gather this things, putting back on his concealing cape and picking up his new backpack and crossbow from the ground. \"But seriously, happy chatty Bea is fine. Wouldn't want to start this journey the wrong way, no? Well, more like re-start, but maybe you should forget about the trip that got you out here first.\"\n\nStraightening his back and stretching his limbs, Chuckles looked around trying to orient himself, figuring out the cardinal points by the sun's position. \"Miller Dale is to the east, yes? It would really help to have a map... I don't suppose you...\" He glanced hopefully at the waitress turned traveler." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "\"It's meant to annoy, not give you peace...\" And while she was getting her things ready to go, she pulled out a rolled parchment and gave it a little wave. \"Map!\" \n\n\"Miller Dale was in my plan.. But we've got a couple days travel and I don't want to get too close to the mountains to the south.. I was told they were dangerous.\" She also looked up at the sky and tried to gage how much sunlight they had left in the day. They'd get a few miles in if they didn't make too many rest stops. \n\nHer belongings were safely packed away, her coat over over the pack rather than worn, it was still too hot out to put it on. It'll come in handy at night. Map in hand, she found her bearings and the direction in which they wished to go, then just started walking.. Her steps a lot quicker and small compared to the gnoll's long easy strides." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Falling in beside her, perhaps too close for comfort since he tried to peek at the map as she held it, Chuckles matched her pace and with a curious tone he asked. \"Are you sure you know how to read this?\" He didn't sound accusatory or mocking, but a hint a doubt creeped into his tone. \"I'm pretty sure that unless you sprout wings and fly the rest of the way, we've got much more than a couple of days of walking.\" He chuckled and shook his head, appearing amused by the thought.\n\n\"In fact, I think this might be your last chance to turn back and head home, else you're in for a few weeks' worth of my presence.\" And us of hers, apparently. He sniffed once, looking ahead in the direction they were headed. His ears seemed to twitch and turn, scanning the surrounding noises. \"Better adapt to camp life quickly, in that case. I'll try to be... Uh... 'civil', but don't frown if I ditch Etiquette At some point, deal?\"\n\nFocusing once again on the path ahead, a thought occurred to him and he addressed it before he somehow forgot. \"Also, if we meet anyone, don't say I'm a gnoll. Is there, I don't know, some sort of wolf-people thing that would be more accepted around these parts? If not, just make something up and try to be convincing, so we have less trouble, yes?\"" }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "\"Alright.. Give or take a couple days.\" So she wasn't an expert at reading a map - Yet!. It was a learning process and she was determined so 'figure it all out'. \n\n\"Maybe we'll find a ride, or maybe I will sprout wings.. You don't know. Maybe I'm hiding a pair of fae wings under my shirt...\" Her eyes narrowed when she peered up at him, one thin eyebrow raised as if she knew something he didn't and then sang a little mysterious sounding tune, her lips turning into a grin. \n\n\"I'm not turning back.. \" Repeating herself at the mention of going home again. \"Alone, I thought about it. I did. But you're here now.. \" As if that was all that was needed to say. As for his etiquette.. \"I have four brothers. I changed diapers, put up with snot fights, fart battles, and I try to never think about what they do in the dark alone.\" She appeared to shiver in the warm sun, then shook to wipe away any disgusting thoughts that formed. \n\n\"There's not much.. \" She glanced up at the gnoll, perhaps rethinking her words while imagining him ripping apart some animal with his teeth. \".. Maybe a few things. But I've seen some nasty stuff.\" \n\n\"I've heard of werewolves and some mixed hybrids. That's what I thought you might have been. So we'll just tell people that if they ask. No sense offering information if we don't need to.\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Chuckles looked skeptically at the woman at the mention of her supposed 'hidden fae wings', leaning the closer just enough to look closely at her back. Not that he could see much with all the stuff she was carrying. \"You'd better not fly away and leave me behind.\" He shook his head with a grin and continued onward.\n\n\"Well, it's good to see you're convinced at least. Just keep that answer in mind in a few days.\" He said and chuckled, unable to keep a serious expression at the mention of fart battles. Unconventional weapons, indeed, but still deadly. For all he tried to act serious, he was still a male. And males laughed at farts, obviously. \"So if there is anything you need on the road, it's fair for you to ask. I owe you that much.\"\n\n\"The less questions asked, the smoother the trip will be. I think your answer will be close enough to convince most casual travelers, at least.\" He scratched his chin distractedly, looking ahead with a distant expression. \"I just want to say that it's not the first time I ask someone to cover for me this way, or to guarantee for me. Well, I appreciate it.\" He finally turned again to her, nodding almost solemnly." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "Bea gave a little shake of her shoulders when he tried to get a peek at her back then shifted her back away from him and if to keep up the secret ruse. \n\n\"The only thing we'd need is food. And since you're the expert hunter - I'll leave that to you.\" She'd make sure to watch and learn. \"I'm sure more things will be needed as days pass.. \" She was happy to have a companion for now and to hear something other than her own voice. \n\n\"Of course I'd cover for you.\" She glanced up at Chuckles a little concerned for his welfare and curious as to whether someone else had done things scrupulous to him, or worse.. Hunted the gnoll. \"I'd never do something like that.. \"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "\"So I guess you do the talking with people while I do the 'talking' with nature, sounds good yes?\" He chuckled, stretching his arms forward and then rolling his shoulders. \"If we're lucky we won't encounter anything too dangerous. If not, let's hope I hear them before they hear us.\"\n\nKeeping quiet for a while, he seemed thoughtful until he asked her about his evident doubt. \"Would you rather stick to the road or keep a distance from it?\" He turned to Bea as if considering her. \"Road is more comfortable, but we'll meet more people and possibly bandits. If we stay away, we'll be slower but avoid most people. We're also more likely to get lost... And find animals. That means easy food, unless it's something really dangerous.\"\n\nThe question itself made him halt briefly. \"Do you know how to get back to the main road?\" He asked with a hint of doubt, looking around they area they were walking. One thing was having a map, another was knowing where you are." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "\"What would you do?\" She asked back about sticking to the road or not. \"We can hear if horses are riding along the road or wagons. I've been avoiding people by myself just because.. \" She waved in a gesture to herself, as if that was all that was needed said. She didn't want to die. \n\n\"The map has markers.. \" She went a little ways off the road and sat on a fallen tree, long dead from probably when the road was made. Unrolling the parchment she placed it on her lap to run her finger along the trail she's been following. \n\n\"Here is where we were just at.. By the river here. There are the mountains here to the south, we need to stay north of those and head east to get to Miller Dale. I've heard there's a lot of bad things in the hills and was warned to stay out of them.\" \n\nCuriously, she glanced up at the gnoll. \"You haven't been there have you? Did you see anything? I'd love to see a giant.. From afar..\" She chuckled and let him examine the map if he wanted to. \n\n\"If we follow along the river, it's easier to see on the map where we are. Otherwise it's kind of a guess depending on how far we think we've traveled.\" \n\n\"Once we get to Miller Dale we can get another map to the south, one that's a bit more detailed. This is just most o the north.\" Bea opened her waterskin and took a drink, the water trickling out empty. \"I hope there's no hole in this.. \" She dropped her pack and belongings on the ground and headed towards the river's edge to fill it back up." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Reaching out to take her map as she went to refill her waterskin, Chuckles looked closely at it as he followed her. He recognized the general layout on it, remembering what he saw previously on other maps. \"I haven't been to those mountains south of here, no... You said giants live there?\" He asked curiously without raising his gaze from the piece of parchment. \"Probably best to avoid them, I don't think they are friendly to outsiders. Then we would Both Be unwelcome.\"\n\nHe scoffed and shook his head, not that he had any plans to go that far out to begin with. Hovering a clawed finger above the map to follow the drawn line of the river, he pictured a possible path in his mind. Follow the river upstream to the east, when it turns towards it source, proceed instead further east to the mountain pass and reach the coast, then go south. He slowly nodded in understanding, a grin slowly spreading on his muzzle.\n\n\"I'm not sure about roads, but if we follow the river we won't need water at least. We might encounter some travelers who had the same idea though... Have you ever seen animals drink from rivers?\" He casually asked, looking over to Bea. \"They seem to be at peace, predator and prey, when drinking. It's a strange sight. Maybe the same is true for people?\" He chuckled slightly, neatly folding the map and handing it back. \"We could do as you say and follow the river, then proceed further east beyond the mountain pass and reach the coast. How does it sound?\" As he asked that, he proceeded to refill his waterskin as well, while they were there." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "\"I can't believe they'd all be bad...\" Speaking of the giants still. \"I'd still like to see one.. That and the other things living on the mountains. Supposedly there's goblins and - what are earth elementals? Are they just piles of mud or rocks?\" She continued to fill her water skin while looking over at Chuckles with her questions. He could probably tell her curiosity may possibly lead them on a trek through the mountains, even if she didn't speak the words - yet. \n\n\"Following the river sounds like a good idea.\" She fell quiet after that, glancing down at her reflection in the more still waters at the edge of the river with a small grimace. Once her skin had been filled she capped it off and set to the side. Cupping her hands she dipped them into the water and splashed her face, giving her cheeks a good scrubbing. \"You could have told me I had dirt all over my face..\" \n\nOff-handedly she murmured. \"... I wonder if the giants could see us from the mountains.\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "\"And not All Gnolls are bad, as I hope I'm proving now. Still, if you were to take your chances in our land to find others not bad, you'd likely end up as a tasty snack.\" He sniffed once, hoping to have made a point. \"I wouldn't stand within rock throwing distance from a giant, and they can throw them pretty far I'm sure. What's your fixation with them, looking for a real twenty feet husband?\" He looked back at her with a suspicious gaze, standing up after having filled his waterskin.\n\nAs he prepared to continue the journey along the river, he grinned and glanced her way with the corner if his eye. \"I did say you had perfected your dirty looks, didn't I? I'm sure you wouldn't mind the water at hand for more than just drinking. We're lucky there are no Hidden-jaws In these waters. As far as I can tell, anyway.\" He turned to the river as if to again make sure they were safe, nodding to himself." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "\"I didn't plan on getting that close to a giant.. But come on, aren't you a little curious about them? Don't you want to go back home one day and say \"I saw giants as big as a three-story house!\" \n\n\"Assuming you live in big houses. You may have to explain what that is also..\" She grinned, for some reason it entered her mind that they might all live in dens in a cave or something. \n\nBea rolled up her sleeves and washed some water over her arms, scrubbing off her skin. The water was cold, causing a growth of goosebumps over the areas the chilled water touched. She tried to run her fingers through the mass of curls on her crown, the didgits getting tangled and stuck when she tried to pull them free.. \n\n\"I'm going to have to hire someone to cut thi— ..\" \n\nHer words stopped there, a splash followed instead. What could only be described as a long stick arm wrapped around Bea's wrist and yanked her down under the water. Ripples stirred and made waves in the water which became murky from the mud being kicked up from the bottom." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll kept looking at the water as she spoke, still wondering if the same large reptiles from his home also dwelled here. \"I'm not curious, I'm not sure what seeing a giant would give me. I've seen ogres already, they can't be that much different.\" Another needless danger, no doubt.\n\nAs she continued complaining, his round ears twitched sensing something was wrong, just in time for him to turn and look where Bea was just a moment earlier only to notice the splash of water. \"Bea?!\" He called out in alarm, his right hand instinctively grabbing one of his axes from his belt as he dashed where she disappeared.\n\nHe looked where the water seemed more chaotic, trying to see where Bea was and to fish her out with his left hand, the right one kept the axe held up ready to strike down whatever beast had dragged her down. \"This better not be a hidden-jaw or she'll be gone already.\" He hissed, hoping to be still in time." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "From under the water several very smooth, greenish-brown heads pop up, eyes raising almost in unison eerily from the now muddy waters. \n\nGiant frogs! Three long, sticky tongues shoot from the mouths of the amphibians at the gnolls, one managed to swipe his arm but couldn't get a hold of the limb and was sucked back into the wide opened mouth. \n\nThe other two missed, one flicking just above his head as he leaned to look into the water for the missing waitress, the other just way off the mark. \n\nBea had somehow got her feet to floor of the river and pushed herself to break the surface of the water, gasping for air, her hand was in the mouth of the frog attached to that tongue that took her under. Once she got a chance to SEE what was happening and what had a hold of her, she let out a loud scream! \n\nAll together there are four (from what can be seen, maybe more could be under the water). \nLuckily for the young woman, she was a little too big to be eaten in one bite, but it still had a hold of her wrist and wasn't letting go. \n\nThe three others were headed to shore quickly, their legs kicking under the water towards the gnoll!" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll's eyes widened in alarm when the beasts emerged from the water attempting to drag him in as well, his axe coming down just a little too late to sever the sticky tongue that lashed at his arm. Cursing in his native tongue with a snarl, he stepped back from the bank as they approached him to avoid any further attempts to drag him in into a disadvantageous terrain.\n\nAs the beasts stepped on solid ground, he narrowed his eyes studying them briefly and testing their defenses by throwing his axe at one of them, aiming for the exposed belly. The bladed weapon whirled in the air and lodged itself in the soft flesh of the giant frog, who shook in pain until the weapon fell on the muddy terrain. Cut through it like tender meat, little protection against slashing attacks. Axes are not necessary, better use swords for extra maneuver and reach.\n\nChuckles unsheathed his sabers with a single motion, the blades with a slightly curved tip looked solid, well refined and definitely not of gnoll craft, more fitting for some rich ship or mercenary captain instead. Letting out a short cackle he dashed forward, anticipating another attack from the frogs, and sure enough two more tongues from the uninjured beasts lashed out towards him. He quickly side-stepped the first one while he seemed to deliberately put his left arm in the way of the second one, at the same time his right saber cut downward at the attacking appendage to sever it completely before it could pull him back.\n\nAnother mad cackle and he closed in the distanced between him and the previously injured frog who still seemed undecided if fleeing or continuing the fight. He took the initiative of that decision by lunging with the razor sharp tip of his blade, piercing its torso one more where the axe previously cut. With unnecessary force his arm tore the blade out from the beast sideways, that one was definitely dead. With a predatory grin he set his gaze on the other two beasts, now within his reach and ready to be" }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "The gnoll would know that hungry look in the reptilians eyes, they were just looking for food, not a fight - however they were determined to have the extra large fuzzy snack that stood at the edge of the river. \n\nThe one closest to Chuckles vaulted up into the air as if to take the gnoll down, using it's weighty slick belly to bounce into the beast, it's long hind legs would try and wrap it's sticky toes around gnoll's arm. \n\nThe other giant frog was quickly making it way out of the water, it's tongue shot out at gnolls left leg but missed! The tongue darted right in between the gnoll's ankles and slapped back into the frogs maws which then presented a loud CROAK, it's throat bubbling up into a large bladder then deflated with the throaty call! \n\nBea was in a tangle with the last frog that still hand her arm, up to her elbow, in it's mouth. Her fight or flight was kicked into high gear, and she was trying her best to flee! When she found screams and her boots feet would only dig further into the mud and slip on the bottom of the river, the waitress gained some semblance of sense and started punching at the amphibian! \n\n\"GET OFF OF ME!\" She yelled, the frog opening it's mouth as it to take a bite of Bea, but she yanked herself back before it could close it's maw around her shoulder, her wrist, unfortunately, was still being held tightly by the tongue. With her free hand she reached down into the water, digging into the mud with her fingers she grasped onto the first rock she could gather up and brought it down on the frog's head!" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Chuckles watched warily the frog as it considered its next move, and as it leaped towards him he grinned and braced himself. Exposing your belly to the enemy, wrong move. He thrust both his sabers forward towards the beast as it all but met them belly first, impaling itself on his blades. The weight of it was still enough to knock him down, but as he thrust his blades wide outwards he practically cut the frog in half, a rather gruesome and messy business but then he was quickly on his feet again.\n\nAs the last visible foe jumped out of the water to make its move, the gnoll decided he had enough and charged it head first. The giant frog lashed out with its tongue again and this time it grabbed his arm, pulling Chuckles back towards it, but that's exactly where he wanted to go anyway. Preparing to meet the beast with the blade held in his free arm, before he got close to its maw he struck out and pierced its head between the eyes, the remaining momentum making him bodily bash against the frog as they both tumbled in the mud.\n\nIt took him a moment to regain his bearings, but soon Chuckles extracted the blade from the last lifeless giant frog and looked around. Breathing heavily with a mad grin and his hackles raised, he took notice of the tree fallen and torn beasts but Bea was still missing. That is, until he focused on her screams and ran towards her. \"Hit its eyes, or keep it there and I'll finish it!\" He raised his voice, stepping into the water to help her out of that sticky situation." }, { "author": "jennafae", "message": "/bea \n\n\nWhile Chuckles dispatched of the two other frogs Bea was still working on the one that refused to let go of her arm! \n\nShe was trying to stay on her feet in the murky water, the frog kept trying to pull her out into the water where it was deeper and was much more adept! \n\nShe had almost forgotten about the gnoll while she was being dragged into the deeper waters when she heard him yell. She immediately took his advice and aimed the rock at the frog's eyes, bashing it first on the nose and then swung herself upwards to reach it's unblinking eye! The orb POPPED and a watery ooze splat out, blood began draining from around the now empty opening! \n\nThe frog was stunned and while it stopped pulling Bea, it still had it's viscid tongue wrapped around her wrist. She bashed it again with the rock but couldn't reach the other eye. It was another hit to the nose, which caused it to try and jump backwards - it's tongue stretched out like a umbilical cord between Bea and the amphibian, keeping them connected!" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Assessing the scene to find the best wat to act, the gnoll paused briefly. The easiest move would be to sever the tongue and pull her back. The optimal way would be to finish off the last one so it's not a future threat. Sheathing his left saber, he already made up his mind as he sprinted towards the edge of the water. Leaping in the air at the last moment, he descended on the last giant frog with his blade held downward and used both hands to drive it into the beast's head.\n\nA large splash of water followed as he fell into the river beside the most likely dead assailant, but soon he reappeared above the surface to tear away his blade and reach for Bea with his free hand. He didn't say a word as he attempted to pull up the panicking woman under his arm and bring her back to shore, only then he'd put her back on her feet. Still breathing heavily from the adrenaline rush of the fight, he looked around to make sure there were no other foes waiting to ambush.\n\n\"That was unexpected, are you alright?\" He finally asked once reasonably sure the fight was really over. Despite the impromptu bath, he still had some rather gross frog remains stuck on his leathers and parts of his fur. At that moment he looked like the part of a savage fighter, uncaring about his appearance but only about the results, and said results splattered and torn around the river bank where rather telling." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "Bea was still thrashing the giant frog with the rock as Chuckles leaped over her and the amphibian, the blade cracked easily through the skull of the frog and slid through the grey matter that made up the small brain. It shuddered, it's tongue that still held the waitress tenced, now almost pushing her away before it all went limp, the frog slipping into the cold cloudy water. A bubble popped the surface of the river before the current dragged the corpse away. \n\nMaybe it was shock or she was simply still trying to comprehend what was happening when the gnoll stood her on her feet, hand still clutching the rock as if for dear life - luckily for Chuckles she had stopped trying to hit anything. \n\nShe stood on land dripping, breathing heavily and staring up at the gnoll, her normally bronzed skin now pale and devoid of color. Her legs wavered under the heavy weight of wet clothing and her mop of hair was plastered to her head and down her back. \n\nIt took a few moments, and likely felt even longer, before Bea finally looked from the gnoll and to the waters. \"Is it dead?\" And then saw the three other giant frogs that lay lifeless on the ground nearby. \"Why would the Gods make things like this!?\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll looked around as if to confirm that the frogs were indeed dead. He'd be surprised if they weren't, given the state of a couple of them. \"Very much dead, yes. I'm not sure what your gods have to do with them, but the Hunter allowed me to grant them a swift end.\" He finally took a long satisfied breath, seeming to relax a little now that the danger seemed to be gone.\n\nSeeming at a loss for what to do next, he simply stared at the river in contemplation. \"You didn't know about those things? I'm sure you'd have heard of them, we're still pretty close to your home aren't we?\" He asked distractedly, his mind seemingly focused on something else. Now we know the river isn't as safe as we thought. Perhaps it would be best to rethink our course. Sighing lightly, he turned back to Bea and looked her up and down to ensure she was still in one piece. Something he probably should've done earlier.\n\nAs soaked as they both were, it probably wasn't ideal to get back on the move, but perhaps it wasn't wise to remain either. Soon scavengers or predators might sniff out the free meal left on the bank and come get a bite. \"Maybe we should get some distance from the river and start another fire, yes?\"" }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "\"No, I didn't know.. I have never seen these - i mean not this big.. Tiny, yes.. But who knew? Why are they this big? Do the giants eat them? What the hell?\" She was rambling and obviously just as surprised, probably way more surprised, that such things existed - oh and it almost ATE her. And yes, she cussed too. \n\nShe was definitely rethinking the whole 'I'd like to see a giant' talk. As to where they were going to travel now, the road was looking better and better - bandits or not. \n\nAs far as Chuckles could see, the waitress appeared unharmed physically, her mental state was in question. She was shivering from the cold water and the afternoon was growing late. \"Let's just get moving, away from these.. Things.\" Her eyes glanced down at the dead frogs that the gnoll had sliced up, blood and innards being soaked into the dirt. Flies had already started gathering on the feast left for them. Soon the buzzards and other scavengers will be entering the area for their fill. \n\nBea dropped the rock she had been still holding and went to gather her belongings from where she left them, now thankful for that heavy coat that she wrapped around her, though she remained shivering. Unconsciously, she rubbed at the wrist that the frog had grabbed her on, it was red but didn't look broken or anything. It was likely she just remembered the gross touch from the sticky tongue.. \n\nAgain. \"Let's just go...\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll nodded in agreement and picked up his backpack, ready to get moving and leave that shore behind. While he normally didn't mind being wet, having lived by the coast and on the sea for most of his life, walking around with wet leather was very much uncomfortable for him. Still he endured it, dripping water all the way as they began walking the opposite direction of the river. Hopefully they'll find the main road in that direction, eventually.\n\nHe occasionally glanced towards Bea with a hint of concern in his expression, appearing unsure on what to do. Perhaps some manner of comfort could help. Sniffing once, he said with a low tone. \"Cheer up, we survived. That will make for an interesting story, yes?\" He placed his left hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. \"Soon we'll get a nice fire going and dry the cold out, have a bite and sleep it off.\" Having said that he tried to pull her closer to him. Not too close though, else he'd wet her cloak too, and it looked like she didn't need that.\n\nLooking around warily after a fair bit of walking, his ears turned in the direction of any noise around. It would get dark soon, not that it made any difference for him, but it was probably best to not travel at night when only he could see. Appearing satisfied by the lack of suspicious sounds or scents in the air, he remained on the lookout for potential good spots to rest for the evening. \"How far do you think the main road is? Maybe we should stop here and continue tomorrow.\" He asked distractedly, his eyes focused on a small clearing ahead who looked ideal for a camp." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "Bea answered Chuckles by dropping her belongings there where she stood. \".. Perfect spot.\" She was tired, wet disheartened by the attack. Her feet both hurt and had swollen while walking around in the soaking wet boots, the sound of them sloshing around were a constant reminder of how miserable she felt. \n\nShe had appreciated the gnoll's attempts at consolation, she had even given him a meager smile at his trying. \"A story.. Yes.. \" She gave his words some thought as then wandered on, both seemed rather lost when they reached that clearing. \n\n\"So, you'd be the hero of that story.\" She finally responded out of no where. \"You did kill them all.. We should have taken some sort of souvenir to show when you go back home. Do they have overgrown frogs there?\" \n\nShe dropped to the ground, so relieved to get off her feet and kick off her boots. She looked around at the area, making sure they had a safe distance from the river, and not too far in the thicker parts of the forest. Her drenched socks soon followed the boots, her poor feet were wrinkled and red. She wrapped her hands around her right foot, sighing as the warmth traveled through her fingers and palms into the sad shriveled limb. \n\nThey'll need sticks, a rope.. Something to hang the wet clothing on to dry it out. \"I'm just going to sit here a few moments, then I'll help with the fire.. \"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Seeing how Bea had decided he likely had enough for the day, Chuckles shrugged and also dropped his heavy backpack on the ground near her, followed soon by his crossbow and cape. \"Never before have I been called a hero, how curious.\" He chuckled and shook his head, proceeding then to stretch his back. The previous fight sure helped reactivate his body and instincts, he felt more alive than he'd been in the last... Few days.\n\n\"I can't say I've ever seen such things... Frogs, were they? Our waters have small ones, venomous but small.\" He made a rather disgusted sound and continued. \"You should be more concerned by the hidden-jaws. Very large lizards, hiding just below the water ready to bite and drag down any animal going to drink. They have similar tactics, now that I think about it.\"\n\nLooking around the small clearing, he inspected the ground and made a dissatisfied grunt. \"No wood here, I'll go fetch some nearby and be back, yes?\" He told her and squatted near his things. \"I'll load the crossbow for you in case something approaches, just point and pull the small lever-thing under it.\" He loaded his weapon with a bolt taken from a small quiver at his side, then left it next to Bea. \"Just make sure it's not me you're aiming at.\" Despite how heavy it looked, it was still a weapon designed for human hands. He reckoned she could lift it just fine. Better than being unarmed anyway.\n\n\"I won't be long, take a break.\" He then stood back up and, still dripping, headed where the trees were more dense, still within sight if she squinted. At least as long as there was some light left. There he began gathering some proper wood to start a fire, as well as fallen leaves and a few long branches. Fortunately he had his axes to help with the task." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "Looking over the crossbow before picking it up and testing out the weight, Bea nodded. \"I'll be fine.. \" \n\nShe held the crossbow in her lap for a some time while Chuckles went to gathered wood for a fire, but sitting there just made her paranoid. She kept looking over her shoulder - and maybe she should be scared - but she had to shake off this feeling otherwise she'll drive herself crazy. \n\nShe set the crossbow down and opened her pack while remaining on the ground removing the extra shirt she brought with her as well as socks. She was letting her feet dry out before putting anything on them. \n\nBea sat up on her knees and peered off to where Chuckles had wandered off, making sure he was out of sight, she crawled behind a tree and quickly switched her clothing for the dry shirt, the wet garments were draped over a branch as a make-shift clothesline. She used the blanket she brought as a skirt, wrapping it around her waist and knotting the edges to keep it in place. Her boots were turned upside-down and placed on two sticks she stabbed into the ground so they'd drip-dry. \n\nDespite being almost eaten, she looked cleaner. The road had been washed from her bronzed skin, her hair was still a brown curly mop but it had a little more shine than earlier. She placed her coat on the ground and rested ntil the gnoll returned with wood for the fire." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "It took a while for the gnoll to return, holding in his arms a good bunch of branches and cut wood, as well as a layer of fallen leaves on top. He made his way in the middle of the clearing and unceremoniously dropped everything on the ground. Only then he looked around to find Bea looking slightly different than before, making him briefly squint and tilt his head in confusion, but ultimately dismissing the change with a shrug.\n\n\"Nice clothes.\" He idly commented with a grin, leaning down to pick up the two longer branches he carried over. They looked straight enough and already cleared from other side branches with visible cutting marks. Grabbing one of his axes, he hacked away a small 'V' shaped piece from the top of both, then planted them on the ground at some distance from one another. \n\nNext, he looked for two large enough rocks, grabbed a rope from his backpack and tied one end around one of them. He put the rock down a few feet away from the first planted branch, set the rope on top of it so it was lodged in the V shaped cut he previously made, and then did the same for the second branch as well. Tying another knot on the second rock he placed at the opposite end of the second branch, he looked at the final result. The rope was in perfect tension as it passed from rock to branch to branch to rock, he folded his arms and admired his handiwork with a wide satisfied grin. \"I would make a great engi-niir, don't you think?\"\n\nTesting the new and improved clothesline, he took off and hanged his heavy cape, leather vest and arm wraps. His clothes were still dripping, not to mention the fur they uncovered as he stripped. But other than his spotted brown fur, he also revealed the strange red tribal markings drawn along his arms and part of his chest. Only when he unbuckled and tossed aside the belt holding his many weapons, and was about to take off his leather trousers too, he remembered he wasn't alone and suddenly stopped.\n\nGlancing at Bea with wide red eyes, hoping\n\nThat she was otherwise busy to notice his faux pas, he cleared his throat and motioned to the rope where he hanged his clothes. \"Feel free to use this too...\"" }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "Tired and sore, Bea just laid there and watched the gnoll hang his wet clothing and armor. \"That's a better idea.. Can make the fire closer to dry everything.\" She nodded to his offer and if she did notice his oversight - she would not be so rude to make him feel bad. He'd been nothing but respectful, and even cautious, about his words and actions since shed met him. \n\nIt took her a try or two to get back to her feet and shuffled over to where her clothes were hanging on the tree and gathered them up, shambled back to his drying line and draped the clothing over them. She left her boots where they had been, hanging from the sticks. \n\n\"I have some berries and seeds I've gathered along the way.. \" She didn't see either of them offering to go kill some food at this point, so she was digging out what rations she had been able to gather on her way through the world by herself. \n\nSitting back down on her coat that was on the ground, she grabbed a pouch from her pack and opened it. A few of the berries had gotten mushed, but they were still edible - kind of. Her hand came out of the cloth bag purple and dripped with juice and pieces of the fruit. \n\n\"I probably should have left the bag on my belt..\" But rather than waste it, she licked her fingers.. Seemed to shrug .. And then ate some more of the berry and seed mash. \n\n\"Do you want some?\" She seemed a little more back to herself, chuckling quietly as she offered to pour him a handful of fruity goop." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Chuckles looked skeptically at the offered berry mush-thing, unconsciously leaning away from the hand with a small grimace. \"Not unless I'm starving... But thanks.\" Focusing his attention elsewhere, he stood up to gather some stones to set up a campfire. It didn't take long to make a small circle of them in proximity of the hanged clothes, then he put some wood and fallen leaves in the middle and went to work to start a fire using flint and tinder he produced from his backpack.\n\n\"If you want I have some dried meat in my bag, got it from a trader on the road. We'll save the bear flank for another time, yes?\" As he said that, he rapidly struck the flint on the metal piece to rain sparks on the pile of fallen leaves and dried grass, and soon he had a small fire going. Satisfied with his work, once again, he grabbed his bedroll tied to the bottom of his backpack and laid it down near the fire. Just as he sat on it, enjoying the first waves of warmth from the flames, he watched the last rays of light die down.\n\n\"I'd say we made it just in time, huh? Not that the dark bothers me too much...\" He let out a satisfied sigh, distending his arms towards the fire. Finally he could dry his fur, which right now looked almost glued to him in a slightly comical way that felt rather uncomfortable. Although the way it clung to him outlined the real shape of the toned body underneath. Unprompted baths, not an experience to repeat anytime soon. He grunted in approval for no apparent reason.\n\n\"So, having second thoughts already? Still want to see the giants?\" He asked and turned to her, rubbing his clawed hands together. \"Or was this enough adventure for a while?\" His tone was playful, a grin still splitting his muzzle. As if remembering something, he then dug into his backpack and fished out a piece of folded cloth containing several strips of dried meat. He took one, and offered another to Bea." }, { "author": "jennafae", "message": "Going through her pack while the gnoll warmed himself, she finally found what she was looking for. A comb! \"I knew I bought one.. \" Speaking to herself. \n\nShe extended her legs so her feet were near the fire to warm them, not yet having pulled her socks on. The flames felt so good, she just sighed contentedly and soaked up the warmth for now. \n\n\"Oh, yes.. Thank you!\" She didn't want to admit she was hungry, even after finishing the berry and seed medley, her fingers still stained a berry reddish-blue-violet. She took the offered dried meat and tore off a bite with her teeth. \"I hope we get the Miller Dale soon.. I anticipated eating off the land and all that, but in all honestly - it's not very filling.\" And chuckled. \"We will feast on cake!\" \n\nWhile chewing and chewing, and chewing.. Jerky is chewy, she combed out bits of matted hair, trying to smooth out the tangles that have formed over the days of traveling. As night crept over the sky, she'd get closer and closer to the light of the fire. More for the heat than the darkness. The moon was rather bright and lit up the stars above. \n\nShe glanced over at Chuckles as he asked her again about going home. \"I'm starting to think you don't want me around. Yes, we have a fallback.. We got attacked .. But that's not going to change my mind. We will go back to the river and fish again. I'm not letting a couple frogs scare me away..\" Hmph! That's how she felt about that." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll glanced sideways at her, then blew air out of his nose, which was the equivalent of an eye roll in his body language. To let the message through though, he Also Rolled his eyes. Communication is key. \"We're still a long way to Miller Dale, you're not gonna ask how far are we every day, are you?\" He stared at her for a few long seconds, evaluating her to consider if that was beyond her or not. I hope it is.\n\n\"And let's not mention cake until we're very close to our destination, else we only get hungrier.\" He idly licked his lips as he turned his gaze to the fore. And now we're doing it too. Shaking his head, he continued. \"And if I didn't want you around I would have left you to that thing earlier, no?\" He barked out a short chuckle, then motioned towards her with an open hand. \"Yet you're still here, dry, warm, fed... Apparently still in one piece, too!\" Grinning widely, he concluded. \"But I wanted to make sure, now that you got a real taste of outdoor life.\"\n\nHe offered her another piece of jerky before putting the rest back into his backpack. His fur felt a bit drier already, but still damp in some places, so he turned around on his bedroll to dry his back as well. His blood red markings on his arms seemed to shiny slightly in the light produced by the fire, a stark contrast against the rest of his natural colour.\n\n\"We got lucky back there, but that won't stop us, yes? Next time we'll be more careful. Maybe also take some frog piece for dinner...\" He added that last part with a lower tone, as if speaking mostly to himself. Reaching for the belt he left next to the bedroll, he unsheathed one of his swords and began idly cleaning it on the nearby grass to remove the dried blood and stuff from the blade. \"You don't regret leaving? I thought you might miss your family. Maybe even they would miss you, who knows. That inn back in town felt really cozy...\"" }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "\"I might ask you every five minutes - I may wake you up and ask you when we'll get to Miller Dale. I may beat you there..\" Bea chuckled, knowing he was teasing her. \n\n\"I wasn't asking how long, just what I want to do when we do get there. I just need to get my mind off food.. \" She took another bite of the dried beef then accepted the extra piece he offered. \n\nShe corrected him. \"... Partially dry.\" Her hair would take a while to dry out - not as long as his fur - but those curls were heavy and thick. \n\n\"I miss my mom, sure.. And my brothers and sisters, but.. \" Bea shrugged, unsure how to explain how she felt without sounding heartless or spoiled.\" I needed to be out, away from them. Even if only for a while.. If I stayed I'd either be stuck in a marriage I didn't want, or worse.. \" \n\n\"She said she understood.. Or maybe she thought I would chicken out and not go, or else run back when I was getting homesick. Who knows?\" She got her water skin and took a few swallows of water, washing down the dried meat. \n\n\"I wish I had a better reason for leaving other than 'i just wanted to'\" She grinned, making a gesture towards his tattoos. \"Maybe I'll find something new about myself along the way..\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "\"You sure talk about marriage a lot, don't you? Is it such an important thing?\" He asked, reaching behind his back with a clawed hand to scratch a spot of damp fur. \"And, well, honestly 'I just wanted to' is a perfectly fine reason to leave, and I'm not saying it just because it's also why I left my home. Definitely not.\" He sniffed once, maintaining a serious expression for just about a couple of seconds before laughing.\n\n\"And I'm pretty sure you already found something new about yourself today. You don't like frogs.\" He closed his eyes nodded sagely, he really did have a dangerous poker face if he could keep from laughing at his own words. He failed again and chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. \"The road is long enough that you'll have plenty of time to learn new things, about yourself or not. Depends on what you want to focus on, I suppose I could teach you a few things too if you wanted, yes?\"\n\nThe gnoll leaned back on his elbows, getting his back closer to the fire and soaking in the warmth. His eyes idly scanned the small clearing, and sometimes the sky as well. The stars were shining brightly, only occasionally being covered by a stray cloud. All things considered it was a pretty night, if a bit chilly. \"It's strange how no matter how far from home, the stars always look the same...\" He muttered in a low tone, almost to himself but the lack of other noises made it clear to hear nonetheless." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "Bea's head tilted when she thought about his question. Did she talk about marriage? She'd make a point not to mention it again, as it was something she avoided anyway. \"You're right.. I will only talk about things we need to do.\" \n\nShe grinned as he laughed at his own little jests. The gnoll hadn't been this talkative before, perhaps he felt out of his element back in town, and he was more comfortable out in the wilds. She laughed along with him, even if he teased her. Luckily she learned not to take herself overly seriously and how to take a joke. \n\n\"It never hurts to learn new things.\" She canted her head at his offer to learn more about surviving in the forests and whatever else he show her. Bea chewed more of the jerky he had given her, her brown eyes drifting from him to the sky above, hearing him put his thoughts into words. She formed a little smile, nodding to his expression. \"It does look like home.. \" \n\n Not wanting the fire to die down too soon, she placed a few more pieces of wood that Chuckles had piled up onto the flames then tried to get comfortable. She used her pack as a pillow and wrapped her heavy coat around her shoulders, then laid down on the ground, as close as the blaze would allow without burning herself. \n\nShe finally finished the jerky and while curling up on her side to face the fire, she innocently asked. \".. Are we there yet?\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll let out a quiet sigh and shook his head, turning then to look at Bea with a neutral expression. \"Yes, we're there already.\" He grinned lightly and stood up, grabbing a bunch of dried leaves. He walked in a wide circle around the camp and spread the leaves on the ground, going then to look for more to continue until he completed the round as if doing some mystical ritual. \"There, just in case something or someone tries to sneak on us tonight. Crunchy leaves to alert us. Or me, at least.\" He dusted off his hands and looked around, nodding satisfied. Better than nothing, at least.\n\nWith that done, he returned to his bedroll and sat down, placing his crossbow next to it. \"For the most time I always traveled alone... But it's nice to have someone else along. Not just because there's safety in numbers, as your saying goes, but having someone else to talk to, no?\" He said as he glanced back to her. \"Besides, if we're attacked, they might find you as a better first target and give me time to react.\" He let out a hyaenish laughter, a wide grin on his muzzle. He was joking, probably.\n\nHe patted his chest and arms tentatively to figure out how much he had dried, finding his fur still a bit damp in places but much more comfortable than he was earlier. Maybe a few more minutes by the fire. Reaching for his discarded belt he unsheathed a small dagger, then rummaged briefly in his backpack and took out what seemed to be an unfinished carving of some sort. \"So what do you expect from this travel? Anything in particular you'd like to learn?\" He idly asked, scratching the fur under his neck before returning his attention to the wooden piece, bringing the knife closer to continue the carving." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "She watched him with the leaves curiously, then as he explained, she nodded in understanding. \"That's a good idea. I'm not sure how much sleep I'll get after today's excitement..\" She finished her words with a yawn she tried to hide behind her hand. \n\n\"I'll trip you.\" She chuckled, retorting words for his comments. \"They'd come for your hide rather than my skin. \" She grinned and waved her hand over his fuzzy chest and back. \"No one will make money off me..\" \n\nSleep or not, she's going to be sore from the fight with the frog over her arm. Bea sat up again and fished around in her bag for the books she brought with her, and quickly started going through them. \"There's some roots that are good for aches and pains.. Some flowers also... \" She hummed as she tried to recall if they had passed any of these plants and herbs already. Some of them looked so much like any other weed. \n\n\"Well.. \" She started. \"I'd like to learn about these plants. I know a good bit of the ones you can eat. But there's a whole section on medicines as well. Do you think they teach alchemy?\" Duh, of course they did. She felt silly even asking such an obvious question. \"Maybe I'll get into something like that. You'll need someone to heal you when that big foot gets stuck in your mouth.\" \n\nShe glanced up from her book with a large shit-eating grin." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll stopped carving the piece of wood and slowly turned his head to Bea with a deadpan expression. \"It's physically impossible to get my paw stuck in my mouth, how would I even do that?\" He glanced briefly at his leg with an appraising look. \"I'd have to cut it off first, but then it would probably be too late to heal it.\" He shook his head and grinned, turning back to her. \"But I appreciate the thought of healing me should I need it, this 'alchemy' is something like cooking isn't it?\" He focused again on his carving activity, hand moving the knife with deft motions. \"You'd get a head start at it, no?\"\n\nAs if remembering something, he raised again his head and turned once again to Bea. \"Oh and speaking of skinning and hides, not mine this time, if you're cold come closer and I'll share this one.\" He said as he reached for the rich rolled pelt strapped on top of his backpack, brown and warm looking that belonged to a large bear no doubt. He unfurled it and draped it over his shoulders with room to spare, letting out an approving grunt at the warm addition. \"It's not so freezing anymore, but I'm still not used to this... Climate.\"\n\nOnce again he returned his attention to the wooden piece he wanted to carve, but he seemed lost as to what he was doing with it after the last interruption. \"And bring the book, maybe I've seen some of the herbs around. 'Medicine' is to make you feel better, yes? We'll see tomorrow if we can do something about it if you're hurt... Not much to do about it now.\" He said as he brought the wood closer to his muzzle to inspect it, nodding once he found where he left off and resumed the cutting and carving process." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "There was a single nod to his question on alchemy, having read about it in a few of the many books she had borrowed from their library when Chuckles had come to town. \"Mhm. You use different herbs, plants, natural ingredients to make.. Unnatural? Magic is natural, isn't it? The way I read it, it comes from the land.. Everything living. Including the sun, moon.. Everything..\" She looked around for a few long moments, not having given it all much thought before until just now. That it all was all some form of magic. \n\nThe offering to share the bear hide was inviting. It would get colder as the night went on, and even though she grew up in a much colder atmosphere, she wasn't going to turn down a fur blanket. \n\nBea brought her coat to sit on as well as the books she was looking through and sat down next to the gnoll, her skin feeling the light brush of his fur against her. A little shiver tickled it's way up her spine, the feel of his pelt was warm from the fire - or maybe it was just his body temperature. She rolled her shoulders slightly and gave her neck a turn to the side, as if trying to shrug away the tingle. \n\n\"I'll be fine .. We can look around for the flowers and stuff tomorrow.. \" She opened the book on her lap and found the section on medicines again, lifting the manual so they both could read it." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "One of the gnoll's ears twitched and turned to Bea as she had her epiphany about the nature of magic, making him raise his gaze and listen quietly with a faint grin. Quite the interesting conclusion. With a slow nod he waited for her to move closer, then as she sat next to him he casually moved his arm around her so that the bear pelt worn around his shoulders covered her as well. Getting comfortable again, he considered resuming his carving activity but since his arm now circled around her waist it wasn't particularly comfortable to do.\n\n\"You at least seem to have the right... What's the word... Aptitude for this kind of stuff. That thought there was rather interesting.\" He once again nodded his approval, then lowered his gaze to the book to take a good look at the plants depicted. \"We'll keep our eyes open if we see some along the way, yes? I think some of those look familiar...\" They should be useful anyway, maybe even valuable. \"It's not good to travel if you're not feeling too well, even if sometimes necessary. You'll feel better tomorrow, you'll see.\"\n\nTrying for the umpteenth time to make some progress with his carving, accidentally causing his arm to pull her closer as he stretched it, he quietly asked her. \"Would you mind reading me about those herbs? It could be useful. If you're not tired, that is.\" Or uncomfortable in this position. He turned his head curiously towards her if only for a moment, then focused again on what a closer glance appeared to be a small block of wood with a vaguely animal shape. It at least seemed to have four legs. It was still a long way to go to be a proper sculpture." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "\"I like to think I'm able to create potions, healing or otherwise, but.. \" She shrugged, her silence indicated she wasn't as confident in herself as he may be. In all honesty, she wasn't sure what she wanted to do. When she had borrowed the books before and read something new, that's what she wanted to do. Right now it was medicines, healing.. Last month it was flying and shapeshifting. Before THAT it was becoming invisible or enchanting people. \n\nFor now, she would settle for the herbs and other plants she and the gnoll may need in the coming days. \n\nShe answered Chuckles with a little nod when he asked her to read, and started quietly reciting the written words. \n\n\"Small white blooms that grow normally in fields such as prairies are call Bonesets, their tiny flowers can be crushed and boiled into teas and oils for fevers and what are you making?\" \n\nShe kept watching while he whittled away, her curiosity getting the better of her, distracting her from the book. Her eyes were getting tired anyway.. \nBea curled her legs up, the blanket she was using for a skirt was tucked in around her waist and made sure she was covered where she needed to be covered. The warmth emanating from him drew her in, leaning against him and trying to figure out which animal he was whittling." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Listening quietly to Bea's reading for him, it took Chuckles a few seconds to realize she had stopped and instead asked him a question, at which he turned his head down to her. \"Huh? What am I making?\" Another second of processing and then he finally figured it out, with a grin he held the small but relatively bulky piece of wood. \"It's a bear!\"\n\nIt took a lot of fantasy to call it a bear at that point, so far it looked like a fat animal with four legs one could easily mistake it for a dog overfed by some old woman. He saw one such before. Not that he was envious right then, having to ration the food, there was really nothing to be envious about.\n\nHe'd been busy engraving some details on one of its legs, tiny claws and all. \"I had never seen a bear before coming here, you know? I don't think they live anywhere close to my home.\" He leaned his head closer to the work-in-progress statuette. \"That way I have something to show what I saw when I return. Make stories more interesting, no?\" \n\nHe stared at his work a little bit longer with a hint of longing in his crimson eyes, then he sniffed once and snapped out of it. Turning his attention back to Bea, he appraised her and asked. \"Are you tired? If you want to lie down I can stop. It has been a... Busy day.\" He reached for his belt and re-sheathed the knife, using then his free hand to idly rub her shoulder. He didn't appear to mind at all the way she leaned against him, warmth was a two way exchange after all, and she'd been nothing but helpful since she met her." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "\"Oooohhh... \" She could see the bear now taking shape as he carved the piece of wood, nodding. \"It looked like a camel with the big hump there..\" She grinned and reached over to motion to the area he hadn't gotten to shaving down yet. \n\n\"I think that's a good idea. You'll have to make a frog next...\" She chuckled and closed the book up, she was tired, her eyes were tired, her mind was tired. She would just end up reading it all again tomorrow when she needed to search for the plants needed. No reason to try and read now when her brain couldn't retain any further information tonight. \n\n\"I have seen a few bears, yes.. Lots of them living up in the woods and forests near home. We've had them come into town many times looking for food, especially little ones that lost a mother to hunters.. The poor things haven't been taught to feed themselves...\" Her words ended in a long yawn, she tried to cover it, but and sat up a little as if she was fine. Nope, she's awake.. \n\n He'd feel her weight leaning back at his side again after a few moments of silence. She gave up the fight and dozed her head had fallen against his furry ribcage under his arm. It wasn't long before all her muscles relaxed and she was draped against the gnoll." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll looked skeptically at the wood as she pointed out how it looked like some other animal he thought he already heard of, or at least it didn't sound new to him. \"It's a bear... I guess I could do a frog next.\" He said with a sniff, feeling like his skill had been somewhat slighted. Not that he was actually good at it, it was just a pastime.\n\nHe was about to put his work-in-progress back into his backpack when he witnessed her descent into rest mode, phase by phase. First the mumbling, then the denial, then at last the surrender. It was rather amusing, but that left him in the position of having to be careful about every movement.\n\nIt reminded him of one time when he saw an old woman in a tavern with one of those cat creatures asleep on her lap, and how she didn't want to stand up to avoid disturbing its sleep. He found the idea baffling, and now he was in a similar predicament. The irony amused him but he obviously wouldn't tell her how he accidentally compared her to some sort of pet.\n\nHe moved carefully when he tossed the remaining wood on the fire, stowed the statuette away and dusted off his bedroll. He slowly rubbed her shoulder and whispered. \"Time to sleep, yes?\" And then it was about the hardest part, not disturbing the pet- PeRson As he laid down on his side and pulled her in front of him, one arm draped over her and the bear pelt as a large blanket.\n\nHe wouldn't sleep yet, remaining alert a while longer instead as his ears scanned every sound around, but it was still a cozy moment." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "Bea stirred as she was disturbed and removed gently from gnoll's side and visibly shivered once the cold touched her skin, only settling again when she was covered with the pelt and Chuckle's arm. \n\nThe night left them undisturbed for the most part. Chuckles would likely hear the nocturnal animals passing through the woods nearby, owls and other avians flew overhead in search of prey. The fire drew in several curious cayotes but the gnoll's scent kept them from wandering too near. \n\nBea slept through it all. How the young woman made it as far as she did by herself was a miracle. Maybe she just got lucky. She barely moved most of the night, but every so often she would mumble a word or chuckle in her sleep.. She absently slapped at her leg, but it was probably just a bug crawling on her and she'd soon fall motionless again. Despite what had happened earlier, she didn't seem to be having any bad dreams of the attack. \n\nThe fire was now just a pile of hot, smoldering coals that could easily be stirred into a roaring blaze again if the proper wood was fed to it. \n\nThe birds were singing before the sun made it above the horizon. She sounded as if she was growing irritable while she lay there still, as if she didn't want to wake. \"... Sssshhh!\" \nPerhaps she forgot where she was. \nIt was still dark but the rays of the sun were lighting the sky to the east. She rolled over and pulled the bear pelt over her head, yanking a good portion from off the gnoll. She felt his arm that had kept her safe and warm through the night, the heaviness of the limb was distinct and while she should have been more uncomfortable in their close quarters under the bear pelt, she simply felt protected. Facing him now, her eyes flickered and then blinked open. \n\n\"Could you turn the sun off? I need another hour to sleep..\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Despite the apparently quiet night, Chuckles still woke up and raised his head to check whatever noise got too close for comfort, the long time he spent traveling alone gave him the habit of a light sleep. Useful most of the time, except when the noises came from right beside him, more than once he opened one eye to figure what was up with Bea. Eventually he just managed to tune her out, even if her sleep-talk was amusing at first.\n\nHe already came close to losing the woman to giant frogs of all things, if something were to happen to her at night it would be unfortunate, so much for him being a good guide. And so the night passed with him spending it in half sleep, but the warm presence was at least appreciated. Despite their 'reputation' gnolls were still sociable beings, usually only with their own kind though.\n\nThat same warm presence became much less welcome the moment the bear pelt was yanked from him. He let out an annoyed low growl and quickly repossessed the blanket, but a cold chill still creeped up his spine from the momentary exposition to the morning air. With a great yawn that stretched his jaws open wide, he peered around with half open red eyes and settled his gaze on Bea.\n\n\"If I knew how to do that I wouldn't need any magic school thing...\" He answered blearily before settling back down with a deep breath. He didn't need any invitation to keep resting, he was already lazy enough. \"But steal the pelt again and I'll toss you out.\" He snorted and enjoyed the lingering warmth of the pelt while considering what to do that morning. He certainly didn't appear to make the first move to get up." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "Yesterday had been stressful and had a few ups and downs. Reconnecting with the gnoll and then being attacked. Normally she was a morning person, one of those upbeat, get moving, cheerful people that others would get quickly irritated with. To be honest, she was usually this way all day. Today she was the other people. \n\nShe had laid on her sore arm most of the night, and now that she had rolled onto her other side, she could feel the swelling, and when she moved her hand to grab at the pelt Chuckles had stolen back, she winced. Her wrist was red and it went all the way up her arm, under the sleeve of her shirt. She stretched out her fingers and tried to turn her hand to get a feel for the stiffness of her wrist. It was red and purple, but there had been no broken skin. \n\nShe just made a face and scooted herself closer to the gnoll until she could feel the fur on his chest then let her eyes close again, blocking the slowly rising sun. \n\n\"If you knew magic you could have created a bed, blankets, fireplace.. Food.\" One eye peeked open. \"Cake.\" It closed again quickly and she drew a grin on her lips. \nBea tried her best to look indignant about his threat and looked about to threaten him back - but with what? \"I.. I'll... \" She looked over at him and tried to think of something that would really bug him. He was used to being outside in the wilderness.. What could possibly bother him. \n\"I'll cover you in tree sap. That's hard for furless people - imagine what it would do to you..\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll grunted in annoyance, first the thought of food making him hungry and then the rather empty thread of tree sap of all things. Not that it stopped him from enjoying the remaining time to rest he got, there were few things that could. \"You won't do anything like that, just be thankful you get to share the pelt.\" He answered, peering down at her as she got closer. He noticed her wince and figured she must be feeling the strain from the previous day, he couldn't fault her that. He slowly moved an arm behind her back and sniffed once, forget about boundaries or anything of the sort.\n\n\"How are you feeling now? Should we get up and find some of those herbs you mentioned last night?\" He asked as he failed to stifle another yawn, his bleary eyes looked around again before he laid down his head. \"Might as well look for a snack to start the day. Breakfast, was it? With so many annoying birds there should be at least some nests I'm sure.\" And that was something worth getting up for right now, her fault for making him think about food.\n\nHe afforded a glance towards the clothes and leather they hanged to dry the previous night, wondering if they were finally dry enough to wear comfortably or if the morning's humidity had a say in that. Still better than drenched clothing. He sighed, resigned to the prospect of abandoning the warm bear pelt and eventually getting up and clothed again. \"Just let me know when you want to get up, I'll fetch your clothes...\" A silver lining as they called it, the harshest decision of the morning was now out of his hands and he could remain still a while longer, guilt free. He was truly a master at manipulating his own mind. Lazy as usual." }, { "author": "jennafae", "message": "/bea She did her best to look worried about being shoved aside from the warm bear skin, but had the feeling he'd never be that cruel - unless she did something to actually hurt the gnoll. \n\n\"You're going to be a bully now, are ya? Just push the girl around and leave her out in the cold. Heartless, Chuckles... Just heartless..\" She 'tssked' with her tongue as if scolding him but then chuckled herself. The arm in question was at her side, and it did hurt. It was bruised and swollen, and while she could move it, and did wiggle her fingers a bit, she choose not to move it much more. \n\n\"It's not broken or anything. It'll just be sore for a few days but it still works.\" She did give her shoulder a roll on that side, a slow stretch to test it out and see what sort of motion she'll have with it. \n\nShe followed his gave with her own eyes to where the clothing had been hung by the fire. They were wrinkled and well worn down - his more than hers - but looked dry except for a thin layer of mist that hung in the air. The sun would soon evaporate the dampness from the air and a few pieces of wood on the fire would take care of their clothing - again. \n\nIt looked as if neither of them cared to move. There was still a chill in the early morning air and she was comfortable - except for her arm. \n\n\"How about if I go throw some wood on the fire and you get the waterskins and some more jerky from your pack.. And meet right back here?\"" }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "The gnoll grumbled something, his disappointment vibrating through his chest. \"Heartless you say, when you're so close you could heart the heart beating yourself.\" He answered and sniffed heavily, but then let out a sigh and shook his head. \"Just don't strain the arm, but don't use it as an excuse to not pull your weight either.\" As much as he was comfortable under the second pelt, considering his own too, he decided it was about time to get out from under it, if only briefly. A very sad event.\n\nEven though his backpack was well within arm's reach, he stretched all his limbs one more time and rolled out of the bedroll, then pulled the bear pelt above Bea's head. \"Stay there, I'll get the fire but don't get used to it. And don't expect to have 'breakfast' every day.\" With that said he did fetch a couple of jerky pieces and after a second of consideration he decided not to toss them at the woman, offering them instead. Checking her belongings he also offered her waterskin, then got to work to fetch some more wood to restart the fire.\n\nAs a cold shiver run down his spine, he regretted not putting on his remaining clothes but he didn't particularly care to get his fur humid again. Hurrying with his task he returned after a few minutes to revive the fire, shivering slightly until the first licks of flame began spreading their warmth. The sun was just beginning to rise and shed more light to the calm clearing, it looked like a nice start for the day as far as he was concerned. Sitting back down on the bear pelt, and mercifully minding not to sit on Bea or touching her arm, he took a deep breath and got himself some jerky to eat too. \"I have to say I miss that little oven thing you had in the rooms back there.\"" }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "\"I can get the wood.. \" But Chuckles was already on his feet and then sat up when the water skin was handed to her using her good arm. \n\n\"No breakfast? I can't imagine you doing anything without breakfast.. \" Examining her other arm under the new days sun, trying to make a fist with swollen fingers. She managed to open the pouch and drink some water, then set it to the side and pick up the book they were looking over last night. If she was lucky, she could find some of the flowers she needed nearby. \n\n\"Don't get me started on things from home that I miss. The list is as long as the day.. I did bring tea leaves so I can make some hot tea .. In a bit..\" She would kill for a cup of the hot drink now, but she was easily swayed to remain by the warmth of the bear pelt.. And the gnoll's. \n\nShe gave a nod of thanks for the jerky, biting into a strip and tearing off a bite to chew. \"Maybe if we pretend this is steak.. Or.. Filet of elk. Oh, Lamb.. It'll start tasting like it.\" But it was dry. The light seasoning and smokiness helped.. A little.. To give it some flavor. But it was always washed down with a swallow of water. \n\n\"Waffles would be really good right now.\" She recalled what he said about gathering some eggs and started to look up and into the trees, unsure if there would be any. Normally birds didn't lay eggs this time of year, not wild ones anyway. \n\n\"We'll keep an eye out for something.. \" She leaned on him while she looked over at the fire that regained it's strength after it had been fed more wood and ate the jerky they shared." }, { "author": "Khozarr 'Chuckles'", "message": "Chuckles sighed lightly and closed his eyes as she went on and on listing foods, making his stomach grumble in protest. \"You're not really helping, it's already hard getting up as it is without adding more reasons to be grumpy.\" He said while scratching his forehead, eyes half closed. \"I remember telling you something like that back in town, having three meals a day was a luxury I didn't want to get used to. When you're on the road, you can hardly afford such.\" He motioned towards the fire, waving a stick of jerky before biting it. \"If you have to find food every day it's already a waste of time, without even considering your need to cook it.\"\n\nWith a large bite he finished his meager morning meal, then looked east in the direction of the rising sun. \"If we want to reach Miller Dale faster we have to renounce something, or we can take it easy and be there in a few months. A few months on the road, living like we did yesterday. Is the trade-off worth it?\" He asked her with a skeptical glance, he was the first one who didn't fancy repeating the previous day. Still, he felt like he'd been perhaps too direct to expose the facts, so he placed a large clawed hand on her shoulder rubbing it slowly.\n\n\"It doesn't mean we can't take it easy every once in a while, your arm needs tending after all so let's see to that first, yes?\" He looked down at her with a playful grin, continuing. \"Just don't expect to be spoiled any more than you already are, 'princess'. Breakfast and a fire? You're already pushing your luck.\" He barked out a chuckle, something he felt like he hadn't done in a while. \"You're just lucky I found you out there when I did, but I can at least leave to you if you want to take it easy today. So, you tell me.\" He nodded, patting her shoulder." }, { "author": "Bea", "message": "She agreed with Chuckles, talking about all the delicious mouth-watering foods that were aplenty back home was not helping them look forward to the day where they were now. She sighed, nodding and relented speaking about things they couldn't have any further. \n\n\"You're right. I thought it might be easier than it really is when I set off. But it sucks..\" That's probably one of the few times Bea has ever made this exclamation. Miss Cheerful and Upbeat was out of her element and she was learning this the hard way.. Or rather.. The hungry way. At least she was lucky enough to have the gnoll with her - show her how life in the wilds and on their own could survive. \n\n\"I can't eat meat raw.. My stomach isn't made for this. I've learned what foods I can eat plant-wise so I'll make sure to get plenty as we walk to Miller Dale. \n\n\"We'll finish this lovely pre-breakfast, I'll start some tea as soon we the clothes dry then I'll go find some of those flowers.\" \n\n\"I'm if a princess - what does that make you?\" She grinned \"Prince Chuckles..?\" She gave him a playful nudging with her elbow causing her to lean in against him. She felt better, if not physically - at least mentally. She was determined again to make sure she (they) made it to the city. For now she stayed warm snuggled at the gnolls side, under the bear pelt. \n\n\"We'll start as soon as it warms up a little more.\"" } ]	334	25,362
75.636364	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Kro", "message": "Heading over to the wagon where the stranger was at, and not his weapons, those are safely stored away of course (lol) he pick up two fresh cups of coffee. Arriving he asked the guards to open the door, and as they did \"If he/she takes me hostage, kill us both, or I will kill you all!\" The intimidating voice made the dwarf guards nervous and confused. \n\n\"Welcome stranger, not the best weather to travel in. This pouring rain is not the best of friends\" Hands you a cup and waits to you to take it \"So, who are you and why were you out there?\"" }, { "author": "nova_x42", "message": "\"First of all, who are you and where is my weapons, second why shall I trust you?! How am I suppose to know this cup of coffee is not poisoned?!\"\nAggresive pitch" }, { "author": "Kro", "message": "\"Ok if you don't mind\" He makes an \"Evil\" Smile and drinks from the cup he offered \"An indirect kiss... There. Nice big gulp.\" Extends the cup again and waits to see if you take it \"Well, it can be hard to trust others for sure. So instead of telling you that you are safe just check around you and check yourself for any harm or ill will. Now who we are. This dwarf caravan is heading to the Khalvir Range, the northernmost mountain if you're not familiar with the name\" He drinks, but now from his own mug. \"Ah!, first it was too hot earlier now it has been sitting too long in the fire, and it is starting to burn.\" He chuckles bit \"Dwarves enjoy ale, wine, mead, and beer more than coffee, that's the only downside of traveling with them. Where was I... Ah yes, the caravan is heading north. The Master of the expedition is Rawntha he is currently busy with guests. I'm sure he will stop by later to determine if you are not a threat. \"\n\n\"Your weapons yes, yes. Well surely common sense dictates that if you find a stranger that you want to help and they are unconscious you put their weapons in a safe place for them. You don't want them to wake up panicked and hut you or themselves, plus!\" He drinks again \"Well, getting used to the taste now.\" Takes another drink \"Plus, you don't know if the stranger is dangerous or not. Therefore we did just that. Your weapons are safe.\"\n\nTaking to the bed in front of you he sits \"Well let me enjoy my burn coffee a bit and tell me, who are you and why were you out there?\"" }, { "author": "nova_x42", "message": "\"Interesting I only trust you this time, but after I said who I am you will give me information and my weapons\"\nTakes cup of coffee and adds snakes poison to it and takes a sip\n\"You can call me slayer, you might ask why? The reason is complicated so listen close\" Starts walking in wagon\n\"I was a normal human, just like all of other humans but my parents got killed by demons in front of me, I decided to take revenge so I joined the Doom army, this army opened a portal between hell and earth, using magic, that caused my parents to die, I trained, trained and trained until I was ready to go to hell, I went there few times for special operations and went back with deep scars but never asked for a aid, when the general saw I'm the only worthy man to use the eternity doom machine, the machine gave me incredible strength and speed but at what cost?! The cost was my fate, they lied to me, I was doomed by that machine, I was doomed to kill demons until my last breath, and If I don't find a way to open the portal again, the dark Lord will kill me personaly.\nIn the last battle of my army and demons, we failed... Those demons tortured us in hell, and my army died, all of them, But I was alive because of eternity doom machine, I breaked out of hell, I stole the Doom sword and I swear that I will kill all demons in hell.\nNow will you give me information?\"" }, { "author": "Kro", "message": "\"Well, I needed more than coffee to listen to that one, wonder if we still have pot pie. Hmm. Well, thank you for sharing. So you need a hell gate. Can't say I know of one but I believe Rawntha has traveled to hell, don't quote me on that. Well, soldier. I can understand being on a life quest? We do not need to keep your weapons, they are yours and we understand the bond of warrior and weapon. I will take this information to the caravan master. Please for now, as I do not have the authority to let you walk about, try to rest. The cold rain is harsh on the body. I'm sure you will want to be at full strength to continue your path.\" \n\nHe stands and stretches \"It been a hard and curios two days for me and I still need to join a meeting. I hope we can have you walking about shortly.\" He asks the guards to ready to open the door \"Is there anything else you would like me to share with Master Rawntha good soldier?\"" }, { "author": "nova_x42", "message": "\"Just tell him, I'm not hostile\"\nGoes to bed for a nap" }, { "author": "Kro", "message": "\"Ha! Great one. I like you. Will do\"" }, { "author": "theutilizer001", "message": "Rawntha finally broke free from the... Everything... That was chaotically going on around the camp. He headed over to the place where the man being called Doom was waiting for him.\n\nHe entered the tent and said, \"Mister Doom I presume.?\"" }, { "author": "nova_x42", "message": "Hears out and wakes up\n\"Yes you are in right place, Mr Rawntha, now straight to the point, can you open a portal between hell and earth?!, I have a mission to accomplish in hell\"\nAggressive pitch" }, { "author": "theutilizer001", "message": "Rawn lifted an eyebrow.\n\"A portal to hell? Me?\" \n\nHe almost burst out laughing, but the man seemed to be serious.\n\n\"My dear lad, I have never even given thought to opening a portal of any kind, not do I have the faintest idea of how to create one. I have gone through a portal to hell exactly 1 time in my life and it was not by my hand. And why on earth would you even want to go to such a miserable place?\"" }, { "author": "nova_x42", "message": "\"Tell me who opened a gate to hell, where Can I find him/her, I swore to kill all of demons or dark lord will kill me If I don't accomplish my task, my name is Doom slayer after all, I swore to kill all of demons until my last breath but If I kill dark lord I'll be free from this doom. I need your help\"" }, { "author": "theutilizer001", "message": "Unfortunately, the person who opened the portal disappeared over 10 years ago.\nThey just vanished and no one has heard even a rumor of them since." }, { "author": "Kro", "message": "\"Well, dont know what else to tell you Mr Doom. There are magic schools somewhere. You may have to go there to find a way. Take a look at the map and see where you could go to find your gate thing though scholars may call it a portal.\"" }, { "author": "nova_x42", "message": "\"Guess I have to visit magic schools, but I have a book calls Doom book, I stole this from hell years ago, I can't read this letters but maybe you can\"\nShows you the book" }, { "author": "Kro", "message": "\"I can only read Elvan, Sylvan, and Dwarven. Sorry. Cant help you there\"" }, { "author": "theutilizer001", "message": "\"Those symbols do not look familiar to me at all.\"" }, { "author": "nova_x42", "message": "\"Do you know anyone who is specialized in reading these kind of languages?\"\nSerious pitch" }, { "author": "theutilizer001", "message": "I do not Doom.\nHowever, I would assume, if there is anyone who can, they'd be at the mage college." }, { "author": "nova_x42", "message": "\"Well, I see... Where is this college you are talking about?\"\nPuts the book in his inventory\nShows you the map\n\"Mark it on this map\"" }, { "author": "theutilizer001", "message": "Points at map. \n\"It should be right around here.\"" }, { "author": "nova_x42", "message": "\"Thanks, I have to move on before my time reaches the limit\"\nTakes the map and moves to sihirisium" }, { "author": "theutilizer001", "message": "Waves to Doom Slayer\n\nSafe travels sir..." } ]	39	1,664
108.26087	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "sioda_warrior", "message": ":: The Tavern:: Nestled in the woods below the southern mountains was a small town. Known for its soft wool and stout beer, it was a distance from the more populated cities, arrived at through a small valley with a rapid river that cut like a ravine down the mountain into the outlaying areas.\n\n:: The Tavern:: Within the village proper was a modest tavern called The Watcher's Drink, for centuries past, the mountain had been a bastion for the patrols guarding the pass that led to an enemy stronghold, long since conquered. Now the tale of Ocs have risen again, reports of small farms being attacked has reached the farther cities where they have sent letters of recruitment, promising payment for Orc ears. One silver a piece." }, { "author": "tarnishedgobbler", "message": ":: The Tavern :: inside the fire lit keep sits many outgoing adventurers, wealthy merchants, guards on break, and very importantly, bounty hunters." }, { "author": "Woji", "message": "Another job completed, another purse won. As Woji sat on a stool by the fire and played through the laundry list of all tunes and ballads he knew, he went over the events of the past few days. The Marshall's guild had placed a bounty on an escaped revolutionary who had fled to the area that the bear took on. After three days' investigation, Woji came across the wanted man by complete accident in a crowded market and apprehended him by way of throwing a nearby flower pot incredibly hard at his head. \n\nBounty in tow, the bear collected a reward of 70 silver from the Guild's local field office. Now, here he was, the bounty bear from a land so podunk that hardly anyone remembered it, sitting by the fire playing his accordion. He wondered for a moment what would become of the man he turned in- if he would be imprisoned or find his way to the gallows; if he would be able make something of his life or if his chances of living were now burned away like the embers that flew up into the nearby air.\n\nNone of that mattered now, he supposed, but Woji wasn't the hard sort; people mattered to him to a certain level, even the ones that he made his living tracking." }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "Sitting on one of the stools at the bar, a rather large, armored bounty hunter stares blankly at the wall in front of him, daydreaming about bounty hunting.\n\nThe bounty, Hutt, is here on business after rumors of violent orcs had shown up in the southern mountains and now had a bounty of one silver per ear.\n\nDespite a considerable amount of the taverns patrons looking rugged and gnarled, as if they were here to hunt (which they were) Hutt was too occupied with romanticizing hunting down his targets." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "The door to the inn flings open, snow sent spiraling in a trajectory of anyone nearby, as a towering warrior enters the gap between the frigid chill, and the blaring heat from within. Her gaze sweeps the room from beneath a hooded cloak, mud clinging to the hem with a heavy sway of cloth. She is breathing in small gasps, clutching her arm beneath the fabric. \n\nShe swears in gaelic \"Fulteach amadan,\" Pausing in the heat of the room to kick the door shut behind her. With a heavy-heeled gate across the floorboards, she weaves between the tables and patrons, some of whom quickly draw their chairs back out of her way, lest they are swept over by her passing.\n\n\"I need a drink,\" She declares to no one, pushing her hood down to reveal a mass of gold-blond locks, like a lion's mane, woven with complex braids and adorned with thin, blue crystals.\n\nHer keen gaze zeroes in on several patrons as she approaches the bar, those with weapons, firstly, or cloaks concealing weapons, or those hunched in the corners with shifty gazes that might be calculating how quickly they could purloin a purse and make it out the door into the dark of night." }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "Hutt feels the cold air from the outside and snaps back into reality. He looks over to his side, and sees the new figure, but doesn't pay them much attention.\n\nNow out of his daydream, he begins to notice that he may not be the only person after those orcs." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Eases into a chair at the bar, peeling back her cloak to inspect her arm. There are bright specs of blood edging the torn leather where something sliced through the hardened armor. She grunts and gestures to the barkeep. \n\n\"I'd like a dishrag an' a goblet of dragonfire.\" She slides a silver across the bar that the barkeep expertly catches. He tosses a rag to her and turns his back to rummage in a lower back shelf for the rare, hardly ever asked for - dragonfire. \n\nLysira catches the rag, shreds it into strips like it was paper, and wraps her arm. She turns this way and that, finally settling on the helmeted man next to her (Hutt). \n\n\"Would ye be kind enough ta tie this in a knot for me?\" She is holding the two strips with one hand, but clearly cannot knot it from that angle over her bandaged arm." }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "\"Hmm.. Sure, where did you get it?\" He replies as he ties the the rag into a bow around her arm. \"Maybe... Orcs?\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Her gold eyes flash upward to search his, but see little beneath his helm. She distrusts those who's features she cannot see. What are they hiding? But she nods slowly, studying his reaction to her reply. \n\n\"Aye, a band of them. Too many for me, though, I slaid six before I had to retreat.\" Her voice holds the rich cadence of Irish brogue, and she pats a pouch tied to her hip. Clearly she is confident in her own ability to defend said pouch, because the ears within it are worth a silver each. \n\nShe nods her thanks once the bandage is secure, though her mouth quirks at one corner upon noticing the bow. \"I'm lookin' for warriors to go back out with me. Think you'd be interested?\"" }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "Hutt chuckles and nods. \"I would, but sadly not just because of the kindness of my heart. I'll need to be given a cut of the bounty.\" As he looks over, for brief second Hutts brown eyes become visible underneath his helm, but are quickly lost to the shadowed visor" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Sips on her dragonfire, smoke billowing around her features, softening the hardened lines of her face momentarily. She tisks. \"Course ye'd be given your bounty. Silver an' ear. What ye kill, ye keep.\"" }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "\"Dragonfire... An odd choice for a drink. Personally I find far to strong for my liking\"." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Can't help but break into a grin. Most men who try to follow her in drinking dragonfire end up rolling on the floor in agony, or passed out cold. But this one, no doubt he'd stomach it well enough, though might suffer for it the next day. \nShe extends her hand. \"I am Lysira Farraige of clan Sioda. Well met, * 'One who has tried dragonfire and lived to tell the tale'.\"" }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "Hutt shakes Lysira's hand and responds with, \"Wow, quite a mouthful. I'm Hutt, the Happy Hunter. Not quite as exciting as yours, but sometimes simple is good.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She shakes his hand with a smile and releases it. \"Aye, simple is good. I can remember, Hutt. Well met.\"" }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "\"Well, we should probably make a plan of action to deal with the orcs, at least we know where they are at.\" Almost immediately after Hutt says this, the tavern goes quiet and everyone turns their heads to the two of them. Still oblivious to the other hunters, Hutt pulls out a map to sketch a plan." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Arches a brow, noting the quiet of the inn. So. They were all here for the orcs. That posed a problem, from what she had tracked, there were two bands of eight or nine, traveling up river. They might need one more in their party to handle the creatures, but no more. She gauged that Hutt could take on two, maybe three if hard pressed, and herself as well. That left needing another to cover their butts. But the mercenaries who's beady eyes were fixed upon them were none of the sort she cared to turn her back to, and Sira had a sixth sense about people. It was one of her gifts. \nHer eyes did linger on a furry gentleman-... Er... Bearish sort standing before the fire, but he had shown them no interest at all since she had entered the inn, lost in his own reverie before the hypnotic pull of the dancing flames. \n\n\"Aye, lets take a table, then, errr... Away from the other rabble, eh?\" She gestures to Hutt, tilting her head to surreptitiously include the general disreputable men present." }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "Hutt sits back, looks around the room, and then understands what Lysira is trying to say. With a little embarrassment in his voice, Hutt replies with, \"Ehh.. Yes, I think that would probably be for the best.\" He rubs his arm a little, stands up, and whispers \"Sorry\"." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Nods and gestures toward a table toward the back of the room. It happens to be set a part from the others, wedged between the part of the building that holds the side of the fireplace, a rock wall of large stones that leads from floor to ceiling. \n\n\"This way,\" She murmurs, heading in that direction. Smoke drifts behind her like a river of clouds, dissapaiting into the wake of her passing." }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "Hutt grabs his bearded axe, rest it over his shoulder and walks over to the table. Now by the fireplace, and getting a bit to warm for his liking, Hutt takes off his helmet to reveal his face. His dirty blonde hair tied in a knot, his brown eye, and a bit of scruff are revealed by the glow of the fire. Despite his track record with fighting and bounty hunting, there is not a single scar on his face." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Takes a seat with her back to the wall, hesitates slightly as he removes his helmet, taking a moment to regard his features. He's a good deal youthful than she first thought, and wonders if she is making the right decision in putting her trust in this young knight. He does heft the axe like it was a matchstick, but can he swing it with skill? Would he run in the middle of battle, leaving her in the lurch and surrounded by bloody orcs? She takes inner council to carefully consider his participation. \n\n\"What experience have ye, Hutt, in hunting Orcs? Ye look a bit green to the tooth, ifn' ye dinnae mind me sayin'. \"" }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "\"I've hunted orcs before. People are quite afraid of them, so bounties are commonly placed on their tusks or ears. Sad to say but fear is good for business. And for my experience, I've been bounty hunting since I was 18. Started where I was born, up in the mountains of Aismir.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She shifts, leaning back to brace her foot on the leg of the table. She will offer a nod then. \"Vera well. We'll find out soon 'nuff. Let's see yer map.\"" }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "Hutt unrolls an old yellow map, with a marker for the tavern they are at, and red circle in the woods labeled crudely, \"Estimation\"." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She leans over the map, thin braids falling foward to swing against her jaw. Slim crystals fastened into their weave dance in the firelight. She gives her head a shake. \"No, they were here.. An' here... \" She points to areas along the river, father north. \"They were camped, but seemed to be headin' farther into the mountains.\"" }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "Hutt pulls out a charcoal pencil and circles the places Lysira points. \"We need to get them separated enough so that we can take them on together in smaller quantities. We could also try and get some more muscle to help out, but that could be pretty risky.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She chuckles softly, her gold gaze lifting to the other patrons in the inn with a nod. Most of the talk has returned to a low rumble, but there are still beady eyes darted in their direction. Her gaze lingers on the broad furry back of that one figure at the fire. Something about that one... Her attention returns to Hutt. \n\n\"Aye, you've assessed correctly. An' from what I saw of them, there's at least eight or nine to a camp. They were well armed, an' not the scouts, which are quicker but less trained. These were full-on fightin' stock. The worst of the worst. We need another with us, an that's the truth of it.\"" }, { "author": "Woji", "message": "Woji still sat by the fire, though his music no longer played. Instead, he sat silently, a large pipe between his lips as he took advantage of his kind being able to hear better than most humanoids. The helmeted man and the warrior woman were planning a daring raid... Daring and incredibly dangerous. The bear had met all sorts during his time in the recovery profession, but very few of them had the mettle or the skill to take on an orcish warband. The pair may have been skilled, but Woji knew from experience that human and human-like bodies were fragile, even witn armor. If these two were going to try and collect that bounty, they were going to need someone who would be able to stand toe to toe with the sickly green brutes; they would need a creature that stood a head taller than most and was built like a stone fortress... They would need a bear.\n\nOrdinarily, Woji didn't like working with other bountymen, he found the majority of them to be unscrupulous and needlessly bloodthirsty. Worst of all to the swashbuckling ursine, the mercenary type tended to be incredibly dull and totally uninterested in anything other than ale and saucy maidens. However, when it came to Hutt and Lysira, Woji felt differently. The boy was confident but inexperienced and the woman... Her spirit spoke volumes of both her capacity for amazing success and crippling failure. Both characters seemed, unlike most bounty hunters, to be decent.\n\nPerhaps it was in Woji's nature to help those he felt needed it; perhaps the relative youth of Hutt and Lysira awakened a long dead fatherly impulse. Whatever the reason, the bear resolved that he would help them on their quest. For now, however, he continued to smoke his pipe; he would wait for them to finalize their plan before offering his help." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "\"So, I've a thing to tell ye, if we go out an' try this on our own.\" She sits back, her gold eyes glittering. Something in this woman is different, a resolution, or a strength that is like an aura about her. Perhaps it is a lengthening of years that reflects within her eyes, an agelessness that belies the otherwise youthfulness of her features. \n\n\"I have tracked Orcs fer a ... Let's say, a vera long time. These have a different turn to them. Most Orcs pattern their fightin' in a rhythm. They fight by rote, the same movements, but with force an' swiftness. If ye slowed them down, ye could ken their next move by knowin' this pattern of movement they follow - do ye ken? \" She eyes him for a moment before continuing... \n\n\"But these orcs, whether they be elite ranks, or no... Is sumthin' different about them. I cannae place my finger on it, an' I am not well versed in magics, but I am Feelin* There is some ensorcellement in their movements. Tis a worry.\"" }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "Hutts face changes to a somewhat surprised or nervous expression at the mention of magic. \"I'm not particularly well versed in magic either, in fact I've yet to have to deal with it in any of my hunts.\" He taps his fingers nervously on the hilt of his axe, and puts his helmet back on as a way to conceal his concern." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She nods, her eyes dropping to the map. \"Well, I've killed four of them in the last three days, pickin' them off when they get separated from the others. An' on their own they seem normal.\" She seems to think about it, then her face takes on a realization. Her voice drops lower, almost breathless ...... \"Oh, I know what it is. One of them must be a shaman.\"" }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "\" This hunt continues to get worse as we talk about it, I think we're going need more than just the two of us. Any ideas?\"" }, { "author": "Woji", "message": "A shaman? Well, that certainly complicated things. Woji was many things, but a mage was not one of them. In truth, aside from what his faith explained and allowed, Woji was fairly afraid of magic. Still, the arcane inclined bled and died like all others; this was an experiment proven countless times in his own life. Every now and then, a sorcerer met his end at the tip of a sword or the crush of a bludgeon; he would simply have to be more careful in his approach." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Gives a shake of her head. \"No. But we could still go out an' pick them off. I think I can tell which one is the shaman. Mayhaps we can leave him fer last. Two of us can take him on, of that I have no doubt.\"" }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "\"Hmph... I... Agree. We just have play this safe. So the plan is, we stick together and lure the first group away from the other to make an easier target. Next we take on the second group, leaving the shaman left, and from there, we can handle the shaman.\" He looks at the map and points to the river, \" The river could complicate things. At this time of year the currents are strong and are gear is heavy, so if we are bullied into the river by those brutes, we aren't making it out.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Grins as she leans forward. \"So we use the river to our advantage. Orcs cannae swim. If we can, we scout out an area where the bank is soft. Weaken it prior, an' lead them there for our fight.\"" }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "At this, Hutt becomes visibly more confident and attentive. He leans in and starts to shake his head. \"Yeah, this could work out, but one thing first, how do we weaken the bank? Maybe I could use my axe.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "\"Aye, we'll there was a storm here few days past. Lots of broken branches about. We'll dig a bit of a pit near the bank, and brace it with thin branches, cover it with leaves an such." }, { "author": "Hutt", "message": "\"Well, I'd say this is one hell of a plan. We should probably do this here soon though, before anyone catches on.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Nods. \"Ready when you are.\"\n\nShe rose to her feet, pulling her cloak from the chair and fastening around her throat with an iron clasp in the shape of a dragon. Her expression was resolute and her steps purposeful as she headed for the door, glancing back only once, to make sure Hutt was behind her, and to let her gaze rest for a bright moment on that immovable hulking bear, still standing by the fire." }, { "author": "Woji", "message": "Woji wondered how he could make his appeal to the adventuring pair and, as Lysira turned to give him a passing glance, he saw his opening. He tossed the remainder of his tobacco into the fireplace and moved over to her, careful not to approach too quickly- humanoids were usually unnerved seeing one of his kind closing distance with haste.\n\n\"Forgive the intrusion, ma'am.\" He began. \"But I could not help but overhear your and the boy's conversation. If you are going against orcs, you will need someone of my size and girth. If you will have me, I would like to offer you two my services.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She slows her pace before reaching the door as the bear turns toward her. It is the first she has seen his features. She had expected something resembling humanoid about him, but that was not the case. He was a bear, and much larger than she had at first assumed. She was not used to looking Up At people, standing at 6'1\" She did not often come across those who's height surpassed hers, at least not by much. But this creature's bulk and height were truly staggering. \nShe hesitated a moment, and then looked into Woji's eyes. Sira had always had a sense about people, ...From the men who had followed her into battle... To her sworn champions that made up her Clan, she had a way of Knowing The nature of men's hearts. She was not always right, but for now, she sensed this creature's heart was pure, noble even. \n\nBowing her head slowly she answered, her voice rich and husky, accented with a brogue lilt, and carrying an underlying power of one used to giving commands. \"We would be honored to have you. I am Lysira Farraige, of clan Sioda. What are you called, that we may know ye?\"" }, { "author": "Woji", "message": "At Lysira's acceptance of his offer, a happy smile formed on the bear's snout. While some may have found the sight of a bear smiling to be somewhat frightening, it was easy to tell that the ursine had no ulterior motive behind his grin. At the warrior woman's request, an answer was given quickly.\n\n\"I am called Woji.\" The bear said before he gave a small bow to Lysira. \"Survivor of the Kalbesh civil war. I lend you my skill and protection.\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Her gold eyes assess the creature with all the skill and training of a Sioda warrior. But she doesn't need it, doesn't need to see his balance and how he holds his weight on the balls of his feet, the calluses on his hands to know the heft of the weapon he might prefer, the cold stillness of grace and battle poise. No, simply not necessary, Woji's giant size guarantees their added success. But bulk and strength are not enough. Bulk and strength do not give the advantage in a fight, if one is slow and dull of whit. But Lysira has looked into Woji's eyes, and the gleam of intellect, the calm presence of trained, controlled power, gives her the confidence to place her trust." }, { "author": "Woji", "message": "Lysira's trust would not be misplaced. While Woji was correct in saying that he survived the Kalbesh civil war, what he did not mention is that he was a militiaman whose organization saw some of the most intense fighting during that conflict. While the bear's warm and somewhat simple demeanor didn't immediately tell an onlooker that he was, at one point, a trained warrior, there was a way about Woji that pointed to that past if one looked hard enough: a tenseness in his poise, a silent fury in the eyes that hid behind his happy gaze. \n\nWoji wasn't the sort to enjoy conflict and combat, but he was very good at it. In his younger days, Woji both dodged and dealt death. The sword and mace that sat close to either hip had claimed the lives of many and, while he was far more selective with his use of force nowadays and while his old joints didn't quite have the range they used to, the killer instinct that made him a terror to encounter on the battlefield was still there.\n\n\"You have my thanks.\" He said. \"Shall we depart?\"" }, { "author": "sioda_warrior", "message": "I think we lost Tarnished" } ]	84	4,980
103.382716	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "It has been who knows how long since nobody went in this cave. The way inside kept going down, and the temperature dropped as well, following the elevation of the cave. \nAt the deepest corner, there was a dead end. Inside this bigger room was one odd sight: a young woman with red hair and dressed in black clothings was frozen inside ice, big enough to cover her entire body. The young woman wasn't moving inside of the ice, and who knows how long she has been stuck there." }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "The swordsman came in, upon the rumours of.. Monsters? But the place was empty, and all that was here was a woman encased in ice. Help? Definitely, he approached close, and kicked at the ice to see how hard it was.\n\nSeeing it was hard, his sword was drawn, and he breathed hard.\n\nCut.\n\nThe top portion of the ice was gone, leaving her able to breath once more." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "As the ice started to break around her, and the top of her body became free, The red haired woman started to show slight movements. After a few moments, she took a big shaking breath as she was still freezing. \nIt only took a few seconds before her instincts made her set her hair on fire. Small flames traveled on her body, and crawled on her still trapped limbs, making the ice crack, making her finally fall out of the ice, on the ground, as pieces of ice fell with her.\nThe small woman was finally freed, and was trying to catch her breath, still waking up from her long sleep." }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "First thing he noticed? The horns, tsk. Did he free a demon by incident? His sword instinctively went in a low-ready stance, and he moved a few steps back." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "The half-demon sat on the ground and looked up at the man, she realised his stance wasn't friendly. She frowned before speaking with he exhausted voice.\n\"Did you free me just so you could finish me off? You're not even the one who put me in there, why bother?\"\nShe tried to ignite her hair on fire again, but she lacked the strength to produce enough flame, and was forced to look up at him, almost defensless." }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Not in your state, tsk.\" He almost looked disappointed. \"Wait, you mean people put you here? And.. Ah, sorry? I thought you were.. Hostile.\" His disposition changed almost entirely and he sheathed his blade, offering her his hand.\n\n\"Come on, I'm not that evil to free you and just leave you here.\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"Sure, look what happens when I lose my bow and someone sees horns on your head\"\nShe said in an annoyed tone while rolling her eyes. The woman ignored his hand and got up on her own, not without struggling. She started looking around, searching for her past belongings, but didn't find anything.\n\"You think I got frozen by myself? Of course people did that to me, some Humans attacked me for the same reason you got on guard\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Well excuse me, rude... Here's what I get when I offer help.\" He rolled his eyes. \"Yes? Maybe? Not the first time I tried opening up weird frozen people who then tried to attack me?\" He continues, and then thought.\n\n\"Reasonable suspicion, plus.. If you were a real demon.\" He makes some imaginary sword slashes.\n\n\"Killing you would in theory.. Make me kinda famous? Maybe some gold and well, more jobs I guess.\" He shrugged.\n\n\"I'm... Still not sorry by the way.\" He thought that the suspicion was justified, and he just looked smug.\n\n\"Besides, you know who got you out of there? No thanks? Rude.\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "The half-demon gave up on looking for her belongings as she couldn't find anything, and his comments started to annoy her. She walked clother to him, looking up at his eyes with a hateful look in her eyes\n\"That is so typical of a Human. What matters is what I am then, not who I am? You'd kill me just to get fame?\"\nShe stared at him without moving an inch, even tho she was currently weak and hungry, she wouldn't show any sympathy, especially after his comments.\n\"I don't fucking care if you got me out of there! Someone else would have done it in your stead, or I would have freed myself eventually. I'm not going to thank someone like you\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Yeah, you're right.\" He didn't deny it, and raised his hands. \"Think about it from my point of view, yeah? I didn't see you had.. No offense, horns and all that stuff.\" He explains. \"And from my experience, you know.. Better safe than sorry. I almost got killed the last time I trusted something like this.\"\n\n\"And no? Maybe? If you attacked me first I certainly would have.\" He would start.\n\n\"Yeah, sure.. But for how long? We are in the middle of nowhere plus.. You do know its not mine or.. Any humans fault right? Its just misconceptions rooted in them.. Whatever, I'll help you out of here. Straight ahead, then take a left.\"\n\n\"Sorry..\" The last was a mumble, barely enough for her to hear." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"Whatever\"\nThe woman walked towards the exit without saying a word at first, but after calming down a bit she spoke again.\n\"It's not just misconceptions, from my experience, demons shouldn't be trusted.\"\nShe looked at him while placing he left hand on her horn.\n\"I am only half of one, it means I'm am not a demon in their eyes\" She sighed \"But I am just enough of a demon to be hated by others.\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Fuck you too.\" He laughed, looking back at her, he was obviously being sarcastic and though nodded at her points. \"Yeah, shouldn't be. But don't worry, People don't like me too, think I might be too.. Crazy.\"\n\n\"You ever saw someone willingly talk to you like this?\" He points out. \"Among other things.\" He paused for a few seconds and asked.\n\n\"Well then, you're free. What do you wanna do now? I can lead you to the nearest village at least, but that may be a bad idea.\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "She didn't react to his humour and kept an emotionless expression.\n\"Well first of all, I'm starving right now. I have no idea how long I've been in there, but I'm sure it's been too long for my body\"\nShe sighed again\n\"Usually I hide my horns with a black bow, they're not big so it doesn't look suspicious. But it seems like my attackers grabbed everything I had, even that\"\nShe looked at his clothes for a moment, before putting her hand forward\n\"Lend me your scarf or something, will you?\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "He nods, fishing out a pouch on his side and handing it to her, a pouch containing some plain bread.\n\n\"I see, you should..\" He thinks. \"Try and get some money then, I'm afraid I don't have much so I can't help you with th-\" He paused.\n\n\"The scarf? Absolutely the fuck not!\" He seemed sensitive and hostile about it but took a deep breath. He then takes off his robes, handing it to her, revealing the outfit he had underneath that exposed scars, and part of his body.\n\n\"Sorry its just.. Let's just say the one who gave the scarf is... A very important person, you get me?'" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "Heredite grabbed his pouch and didn't wait a moment before grabbing the bread and eating it. She was a bit surprised by his reaction at first and raised an eyebrow, but seeing how he calmed down fast, she just kept eating, grabbing what he handed her with her offhand.\n\"Jeez, I hit the sensitive cord there didn't I?\" She quickly finished the bread before tilting her head in his direction, giving him an insensitive side eye \"They're dead or something? The usual story\"\nShe looked at the robes he handed her \"You know I'm probably going to tear that up so it can fit on my head properly? I don't plan on looking ridiculous\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Maybe? Yes, dead.. I don't even think I deserve to wear this to be honest. Let's just say the man who owned this? I can never hope to surpass that guy, as much as I'd like to think im skilled with.\"\n\n\"Sure? I'll get a new one.\" He casually shoots back." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "She looked at him in silence for a second, before ripping parts of the robes\n\"He's dead, you're alive. He won't get better while you can\" \nIt was the most friendly thing she could say, it was easy to understand she wasn't the best at keeping a friendly conversation. The half-demon started tying what was left of the robes around her horns, making a bow big enough to hide them. She then turned to him \n\"How is it? Do I pass for a defensless young human lady?\" \nThe bow wasn't perfect, but she did what she could with what he gave him. She still had some small fangs, and if someone really payed attention they could spot her oddly sharp nails." }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Yeah, and also stupid enough to die without teaching his student all of his technique.\" He says, annoyed as all hell. \"Yeah, Princess.\" He teases, and started to chuckle.\n\n\"So.. Plans?\" He asked." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"Life's the best teacher, no one was there to tell me how to fight\"\nShe rolled her eyes to the nickname he gave her\n\"If the ones that were hired to take care of me learn that I'm still walking, they'll probably send another group after me, so first thing is for me to get some weapons back\"\nShe got lost in her thoughts for a moment, her eyes wandered to his weapons for a second, before looking away again\n\"I'm going to need to figure out how to get some money to get some nice blades again, or I could always steal some, but I'm sure that you wouldn't be happy to know that the one you rescued did something like that\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Point.. Would be handy at least.\" He would say. \"Yeah, weapons, you need to..\" He noticed the gaze onto his Swords and he placed a hand in them in defence. \"Now these two? Even both of our lives are cheaper than this.\" He remarked, as he pulled and showed off the first blade, he pointed to a boulder. And like a blur, he disappeared and made a huge crack at the rock, and he pointed to the sword, seemingly suffering no damage.\n\n\"I'm not going to hand this blade to anyone. Like... Oh, maybe you can have this.\" He rummaged by his side, handing her a very old looking knife, rusting even." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"Calm down you showoff\" She sighed \"I don't want your small blades, nevermind an old and rusty one\"\nShe crossed her arms, trying to remember where she got her previous weapons\n\"What I need is a large greatsword, and a shortsword if possible. I was really fond of the blades this merchant sold me but I'm pretty sure he didn't live around here. I guess I'll just have to look around\"\nHeredite wasn't tall or didn't look muscular, but she liked heavy blades, it made her get a few weird looks from people from time to time." }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Eh? Blades?\" He sparked up, interested and then laughed. \"You any good with it? Can I duel you?\" He suddenly sounded very interested. \"Oh, tsk.. That was rude, by the way.. The name's Hiroyuki. You?\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"Duel me?\" She let out a slight chuckle \"It'd be the first time someone tried to fight me without the intention of killing me\"\nThe woman put her finger to her chin \n\"Am I good? Let's see... Had to live alone in the wilds for half of my life while being hunted down, needing to fight for my survival over and over. I guess I am\"\nShe was confident is her skills. After all, if she wasn't then it could have costed her life.\n\"I'm Heredite\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Alright.. Yeah, of course? No reason to kill you. I like interesting people, and well. Bonus if they follow the way of the sword. I wanna battle other swordsmen, defeat them. Learn..\" He says, talking about what keeps him going.\n\n\"Sorry about earlier.. It's nice to meet you, I'd like to see your skills sometime but..\"\n\n\"What would you like to do now?\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"I mean, it's not like I could only use swords. Anything heavy works, but a greatsword will be sharp and heavy enough to crush whatever I'm aiming at, so it's the best of both worlds\"\nHeredite placed herself in front of him. She did not thank him for anything he did for her, and seeing how excited he was about fighting, there was only one thing she could think about.\n\"What do I want to do huh? Say, I'm curious. Can you do anything without those blades? It's not like you'll have them on you forever, could get disarmed or something\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Ridiculous notion to assume that I can be disarmed or my hand parts from my weapon, over my dead body.\" He states. And then shrugged. \"Though outside my blades.. I guess I'm good at trying to be an outcast i guess. A lot of people are creeped out about my intensity? I don't know..\"\n\n\"I do a little bit of magic too, if that counts..\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "She sighed \"You know I meant in a fight, I'm not asking if you're an outcast or if you have friends\" Heredite rolled her eyes\n\"Sounds like you focus a lot on your swords then. Trust me, you can't always rely on them, no matter how good they are, or how good you are with them. Sometimes things get out of hand, or blades just aren't the solution\"\nShe took a step back and motioned for him to show his magic\n\"So, what magic tricks do you know then?\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "He bent down, raising his hand, and when she stepped back, he burst forward with a dash of speed, pushing her a bit. He was like a blur, and he then he was gone?\n\n\"Look behind you.\" He taps at her shoulder. \n\n\"I can also do a bunch of little tricks you know? Like this.\" He shot a gust of wind from his finger, scarring a nearby tree. But, to be honest. I think it's cheating so I'd rather not.:" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "She payed attention and looked, quite impressed by his speed actually. For once she looked at someones abilities without feeling that they were a threat. \"Hm, neat\"\nHeredite turned around to face him again. She facepalmed after hearing what he said.\n\"Cheating? Listen, in a fight it's kill or be killed, there is no cheating. If you can do something, use it, that's it.\"\nShe let a small smile appear on her face for once.\n\"Still, fancy tricks. Could still beat you in unarmed combat, that is good to know\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"I fight to prove my mettle without any aid, There is honour to be had in combat without any magic like that, shows... True skill.\" He merely says and then he smiled back. \"Don't be too full of yourself, you might.. But, I'll give you a run for your coins.\" He teased, as they continue to walk down.\n\n\nHe seemed to not be a bad guy at all?" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"Magic requires skill as well as far as I'm aware, otherwise everyone would be a mage. I struggled enough just learning one simple magic trick so I would know\"\nAfter saying that, her right arm lit up on fire in a short moment. Heredite placed her right palm on her cheek, it looked like the burning heat was comforting, but they were regular flames.\n\"But this is the only trick I need, nothing else. Keeps the close ranged fighters on their guard, and helps me in... Other way.\"\nHer arm slowly stopped burning, leaving no marks on her skin.\n\"Don't worry, I am not full of myself, I learned my limits, I know what I am talking about\"\nHeredite didn't show a lot of emotions when talking, not with her voice or her behaviour, she was hard to read. But because he was the one that got her out of trouble, she had an easier time talking to Hiroyuki." }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Uhm, sure.. But with Swords? It's like a battle of wills yeah? 2 people warring with each other, and well.. Every move counts not like if I use this and bam! Guys dead. I'd like to work for my kill, you get me?\" He asked, and then asked once more.\n\n\"What do you plan on doing now?\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"You really talk about fighting like it's a sport and not a way to defend yourself huh?\"\nShe had a hard time understanding, she never wanted to fight as a child, she only picked up that life because it was the only way she could live.\n\"I'm not sure, I'm probably going to try and figure out a way to earn something again. Without weapons I won't get far, I might need to spend time in one of the surrounding cities, not north tho, I think Miller Dale isn't too far from here. What about you?\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"I fight and kill to become the greatest blade everyone has ever seen, yes.. Even surpassing Him\" He says, pointing to his scarf. \"There's no meaning to not wanting to be the best.\" He would sat. \"Me? I'll just continue on my way, find another renowned swordsman to fight, beat the shit out of em..\"\n\n\"That or I might want to get some local jobs first. Earn money before leaving.\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"At least you have a goal I guess\" She shruged. \"Well I'm going to head towards Miller Dale, the small villages won't offer good enough jobs, could always head there with me\"\nHeredite walked in front of him, and looked up at him with a serious expression on her face. She pointed at her now hidden horns.\n\"But coming with me or not, don't start mentioning my name and those at the same time. The less people know my origins, the better. Got it?\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"I guess I could.. No ones going to believe me anyways.\" He would nod, and follow along. \"Yeah, why would I anyways? I'm going to be fucked if I told them I helped some half-demon escape an ice prison.\" He adds." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"Then that's another reason for you to keep your mouth shut. Those that were after me probably think I died, I don't plan on wasting this opportunity to live in relative safety.\"\nShe crossed her arms and started walking.\n\"Honestly, it's already a pain that you know about it. I wish I still had my bow when you found me\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Wasn't planning to talk in the first place.\" He said, slightly annoyed as the boy laughed. \"You know what, I'll help you kill your pursuers off if you're up to it.\" He suffered offered, and then shrugged.\n\n\"Eh, I could care less about the horns or not, in fact.. It's like.. Beautiful in a way.\" He wasn't flirting, but he sounded honest and straight-up.\n\n\"Honestly? Quite fucked up that people shun you just for the horns, I don't think you're that bad.. Unlike me, for one. In fact.. I should be the demon. You know how many schools kicked me out because I fought people too much?\"\n\n\"You don't seem like the type to fight without being hit first.\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"It's quite funny how you can say it's fucked up how people judge me just for my horns when not too long ago you got on guard just by seeing them.\"\nShe said in a sarcastic tone.\n\"You're the living proof that no one cares about who I am, they just see I am different and that's it.\"\nHer horns were quite the sensitive subject, especially when he would judge others for something he did himself.\n\"I don't hit first no, only to avoid drawing attention, I already get enough\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Counterpoint? Dark Cave, expected a monster to pop out.\" He says, defensive. \"Like tell me you see a horned figure that resembles a monster from your mother's bedtime stories to pop out all of a sudden.. Looks like it from the shadows at least.\" He had a valid point, or at least he liked to think it. \n\n\"Ill stop talking, Maybe..\" He shut up now." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "Heredite stared without saying a word for a while, clearly not happy with what came out of his mouth.\n\"So I look like a monster huh?\"\nHer gaze felt piercing, the woman had a short temper, especially when it was about her origins.\n\"You better be quiet or for once I may be the one hitting first\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "A mumble and a shake of his head. \"No! Not in that way, like, Calm down will you?\" He says. \"Sorry... It's just that, I'm trying to.. I'm awkward. Is all, I didn't mean to imply that just.. I didn't know you were like thus okay? I didn't know I'd be talking to you and.. Stuff. And hit? Fine.. Free shot, if it calms you down? You can.. Hit me.\" He says, raising his hands." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "She kept giving him a death stare \"The more you talk, the worse it gets.\"\nThe half-demon clenched her teeth. \"And here I thought a human could actually see me as something other than a monster\"\nHeredite was disappointed, she picked up her pace and started walking quicker." }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"I'm serious, hitting someone relieves stress yanno?\" He would say, letting out a tiny laugh. \"But seriously though, sorry. Alright? I really didn't mean to..\" He was quiet now, and actually looked like he felt bad.\n\nThough he still followed her, keeping pace." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "She quickly turned around and faced him. Heredite was usually mostly expressionless, but this time it was clear she was angry.\n\"I don't fight for the fun of it, and I don't hit without the intention to hurt\" She placed her finger underneath his chin \"Stop asking me to hit you before you start puking blood\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Right.. I really don't know how to placate people angry at me unless I tell them to hit me or something.. From my experience, it calms them down.\" Wait.. He said What?? He nods awkwardly, was he also abused or something?\n\nLooks like he didn't care though." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "She turned around and walked again. \n\"Just learn when you should be quiet\"\nHeredite had poor anger management. She never needed to manage it as she was always alone." }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Sure, I will..\" He did what he was told, keeping quiet." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "She woman kept walking, looking away from the man. She felt like she needed to be nicer to the person that theoretically saved her, even if she thought that she would have gotten out of here on her own eventually. Heredite let out a heavy sigh, before speaking with an annoyed tone of voice\n\"I hate the demon part of me as much as you humans hate them, trust me. But it is what I am, I have no choice but to live with it, so refrain from calling this part of me a monster.\"\nShe turned her head to give him a side eye\n\"You've never seen what a Demon can do and it shows\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Hate is too strong a word. Just call it paranoia and caution, I don't hate you, I was just afraid. Clear difference.\" He corrects and then nodded. \"That's true, can't stop who you are..\" But he shales his head, disagreeing. \"I killed my fair share. Demon or not, still human shaped. A good slice and they're done.\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"Paranoia is when someone is cautious without a proper reason, trust me, this isn't paranoia\"\nShe sighs. She kept speaking about how she hated being judged because of her horns, but she would be as cautious of someone like her than anyone.\n\"If you've killed demons, then you've killed fools, or maybe you got lucky and had the right abilities for the right one\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"In the end, you're all shaped like humans anyway.\" He mimes a stab. \"Just one hit to the heart or..\" He rolls his hand around his head. \"I lop a head off. No, ìts skill.. Piss off alright?\" He laughed. \"Yeah.. Sure, you wouldn't get it anyway. Living in fear because of them? Not that I blame you, you're decent.\"\n\n\"You know what, do you have anything you want to do?\" He suddenly asked." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"You talk like the way out of every fight is a blade to the right place\"\nShe shook her head. Even tho she liked a straight forward approach when in a fight, she was used to think harder.\n\"It's not like Demons or Humans will attack me on sight, but both could stab me in the back at any time. I have my own version of things\"\nHeredite raised an eyebrow to his question\n\"Not particularly, why?\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"I'm going to stick around for a bit. I'd hate it if the person I rescued would be hurt when I leave, give you enough time to settle down you know?\" He asked.\n\n\"Get you a weapon, armour.. Clothes and a room at an Inn at least?\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"How kind\" She said in a sarcastic tone \"I'm a big girl you know? I can take care of myself. Nobody expects me to be alive anymore I'm sure, so there is no iminent danger\"\nThe half-demon wasn't a fan of the idea, she may resort to stealing and wasn't sure if he'd let her. Also, she didn't want to feel like someone was watching her at all times.\n\"Don't you have something better to do? What about finding other swordsmen to fight or whatever you're usually up to?\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"I do what I want, when I want. Plus, I'm insisting you know? And.. Don't think I'm a saint too.\"\n\n\"Say.. Up for a bit of mischief?\" He looked at the distant village. \"There ought to be a rich asshole out there we can.. Liberate some coins from, I'm.. Nearly out myself.\" \n\nIt was almost as if he was reading her mind.\n\n\"But yeah, limit it to the rich pricks.\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "After hearing what was his idea, Heredite gave him a confused and mistrustful look. She didn't expect to hear that from him after all.\n\"That's sudden. And here I thought you were a wannabe hero of some sort\"\nShe took a second to think about it. Maybe it would be a good occasion to get some money, and see what he really is like\n\"Sure, why not. I guess it's the easiest way to fill my pockets again\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Think again, no? Demon, Saint.. Or whatever, as long as you wield a weapon with some skill? I'm going to try to fight you.\" He proclaimed and then nodded.\n\n\"Great then, it's settled. But.. We should, eat first maybe.\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"Of course, that's all you think about anyways it seems, fighting.\"\nHeredite looked at the village again, something felt weird. She thought she passed by here in the past, but it felt too different to be a place she knew.\n\"Don't count on me to pay for you food, you know I don't have anything\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Please don't call me out.\" He says, pouting for a moment. \"I do stuff too like.. Helping around and stuff. It's just.. Fighting is the priority.\" He would then shrug. \"What do you mean you'll pay, I offered remember? I'll pay.. Just, don't go wild. Order something reasonable. I am a wandering swordsman, I don't exactly have a lot of coins with me.\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "She rolled her eyes to his comment about fighting before looking at him again.\n\"Well luckily you already gave me some bread earlier so I guess I'm not as hungry as I was\"\nWalking in the village, she recognized some houses, but some places looked different than in her memories. She started wondering how long she had been imprisoned in ice." }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "He was quiet, and surprisingly, he didn't talk about fighting and nodded. \"Do you drink?\" He asked. \"Like Ale or.. Beer?\" He would cough then. \"Are you.. Okay?\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "She was in her own thoughts for a moment, trying to figure out why this whole place felt so weird, before hearing his voice again. She looked at him once more.\n\"Yeah I drink I guess, whatever it is I don't really mind...\" She sighed heavily \"I'm sorry, it's just that something doesn't feel right. I'm pretty sure I knew this village but things look different that when I last came here\"\nHeredite pointed at a house \"For example, this house used to be brand new, but it looks so worn out now.\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Guessing in that time period, maybe at least five years.\" He mumbles. \"How long do you think you've been in the ice? Tsk.. Now I feel sorry. Let's get you some hot food and.. Maybe a room. Get you re-acquainted.\"\n\n\"Do you know anyone you can trust?\" He suddenly asked." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"I'm not sure, seeing how different it looks, probably a few years, but I can't really tell how long.\" \nShe kept looking around for a bit before sighing. Trying to figure out how long she has been stuck in ice wouldn't change anything after all.\n\"Let's just get some food, I don't need anything else, not right now.\"\nHeredite raised her hands to adjust her bow, making sure it was covering her horns correctly.\n\"I don't know many people, nevermind people I can trust\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"That must be haunting, sorry you had to go through that.\" He says. And then he looked around, was there a restaurant or something? Oh.. Tavern.\n\n\"Careful with the horns, try not to be noticed, I'll find us a seat at the back.\" He walked in, moving to the corner of the tavern." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"Don't need to tell me that, you're the one mentioning them and making it suspicious\" She murmured to herself as she entered.\nHeredite walked in. She was used going in populated places, people actually don't pay much attention to her and don't question her bow, only those who try to talk to her sometimes do that, and talking her way out of it wasn't the hardest of tasks.\nThe half-demon walked to the back of the room, grabbing a seat before putting her elbow on the table and resting her head in her hand.\n\"Just order whatever, you're the one paying after all\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Can never be too careful.\" He ordered quickly, a quick dish, meat and some unknown sauce along with two ales, paying a single gold coin as he kept on guard, looking at the other patrons cautiously." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "Heredite grabbed some of the food and started eating.\n\"Man, you're so tense. Can you calm down and just stop being so paranoide? You're stressing me out. Jeez\"\nAfter a moment, one of the customers approached them, approached Heredite in particular. He was there with friends, drinking, but only he came to talk. He wasn't drunk, but he sure wasn't sober.\n*\"Hey there good looking, you're not from around here, are you? I'd remember if a woman like you lived here\"* He said, now standing near her, not paying much attention to Hiro.\nThe half-demon gave a side eye to the man \"Observant, congrats. I'm trying to eat in peace tho, not a good timing\"\n*\"Come on, don't be so cold. I can offer you a few drinks if you keep me company, how's that?\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "He started to slowly eat too, and he shrugged. \"Just worry about eating, I'll stand guard.\" He says, taking a sip and then countered back, he wanted to de-escalate.\n\n\"Leave the lady alone will you? That's my companion right there. And she is eating, you don't disturb people while they're eating you know?\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "The man gave a mean look to Hiro \"Hey mister, if she wanted me to go she could just tell me herself\"\nHeredite sighed \"You both got a point actually\"* She pointed at Hiro first \"You, stop babysitting me, I can take care of myself\" And then pointed at the man \"And you\"\nThe half-demon raised her head to stare at him \"I recommend you leave me alone like he said, for your own good\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Seriously though, common sense. And all that.\" He would sigh, continuing to mind his food. \"Yeah.. You can't fault her or me.. For anything that is.\" He adds.\n\n\"No, it is imperative for a gentleman of my standing to defend the lady's honour, you know?\" He suddenly says.\n\nWho really was Hiro, a gentleman? Was he a noble of some sort?" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "Heredite rolled her eyes to Hiro's comment.\n*\"Come on, don't play hard to get. I promise you I'm more fun than your little friend over there\"* Said the man, before approching his hand from her head, wanting to brush her cheek.\nFeeling the man's hand get closer to her head, and thus her bow, Heredite instinctively grabbed his wrist. She pulled on it to make him trip towards her while getting up and punching the man in the guts, making him take a few steps back.\nNow up on her feet, the half-demon stared at the man, noticing that his two friends didn't appreciate what she just did and started getting up as well. She let out a heavy sigh before looking at Hiro \"I'm heading outside, for obvious reasons. I don't want to cause a scene bigger than this in here\" She said before heading towards the exit" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Make that food to go.\" He gulped the rest of his drink and motioned to the waitress, tossing her another gold coin. He would stand up as well. Just as the man would attempt to grab her, Hiro burst up, using his sheathed sword to slam unto the man's stomach, then knocking his leg with it. Likely breaking his ankle. \n\n\"No decency to take the fight outside?\" He says, continuing to use the blunt sword sheath as his weapon." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "Heredite frowned at Hiro \"What's wrong with you? I told you to stop babysitting me! He didn't even pick up a fight and you're using your sheath on him?\"\nThe man fell on the ground in pain, wimpering after being hit multiple times. His two friends approached with an angry look on their face.\nHeredite approached Hiro and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the exit \"You're not going to cause a scene, not in here mister hero\" She said in a sarcastic tone.\nThe two men followed, obviously wanting to continue what they started *\"Where do you think you're going? Get back here!\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"You blind?\" He asked. \"He was trying to grab you.\" He would then sigh, grabbing the food and then looked to the other two men. \"Besides, I needed the warm-up. I could have killed him easily. And.. Sometimes, in life..\"\n\n\n\"You have to stand and fight.\" Well, in his view. Being the son of a renowned warrior, he had a valid point.\n\n\"Go on, watch. Help out..\" He pointed to the knocked put man as he stepped back some, pointing out the fact that he drew a knife.\n\n\"What part of this is he didn't even pick up a fight?\"" }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"I don't care if you could have killed a drunk nobody or not!\"* Yelled Heredite. Her short temper showed as she became angrier, she wanted to keep a low profile and not draw attention, and the fact that nothing she said got through to Hiro made her upset. \"In the hands of a nobody a knife is as dangerous as a feather, you're a trained swordsman for fuck sake!\"\nAs the two friends of the man got closer, Heredite pushed Hiro towards them while walking away from the scene. \"I'm done with this. Deal with it how you fucking want, I'm out\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Never killed em, just knocked their.. Wind out and.. I know when to concede.\" Even if she pushed him, he ran away too, but not before kicking up some. Dirt to distract them.\n\n\"I know when I lose, come on.\" He ran, enough only to keep pace with her.\n\n\"Difference in Philosophy i guess, sorry again? Sorry.. Sorry. But.. I never could have killed someone with just the wooden end of my blade.\" He points out." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "Heredite made sure to not stay on the main road and took alleys to make sure curious eyes wouldn't follow her, she was used to take the quiet ways. She stopped and turned around to push Hiro.\n\"Fuck off! Stop apologizing and think a little. I've apparently got a fresh start here and I don't plan on getting everyone to hate me again, so I don't plan on getting all the bad attention on me\"\nShe was obviously angry, and getting through to her would prove to be difficult.\n\"Why do you even insist on following me? I told you, I can take care of myself, probably more than you can take care of yourself\"" }, { "author": "Hiro", "message": "\"Get ahold of yourself, no one hates you, you know? If anything else. It's probably me. I'm the one getting attention drawn to myself.\" He points out. \"What the hell else am I going to do aside from saying sorry? I haven't done anything wrong, you lash out for the smallest of reasons. I try to get through even though its difficult for me.. And I'm being screamed and pushed at.\" \n\nTime for a drastic measure.\n\n\"Yeah? You could? It's not my responsibility anymore okay? I don't care what happens to you. Tsk..\" He looks back.\n\n\"And I thought you'd be different, think about it yeah? Terrible attitude and short temper of yours, no wonder people don't like you.\" He sounded tired now, he thought he would've at least been thanked or anything. \n\n\"I'll take my leave. Go keep my robes or something, just.. Agh, I'm tired.\" He heads off, to the direction of the more busy parts of the village.\n\nSo.. Her apparent saviour was gone, and she was alone again." }, { "author": "Heredite Lockh", "message": "\"People are as good as their surroundings, if I stay around people that get the bad attention, they'll think of me as someone bad too, I'm not risking that\"\nShe said before getting offended by his comment about her temper. Her hair lit up on fire for a short second, before she controlled herself just so her improvised bow wouldn't burn.\n\"Fuck you and your opinion!\" She screamed, no intention on telling him to stay." } ]	100	8,374
305.794118	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "The hulking figure walked through the stoney paths, ignoring the large pack on his back. The pack swayed dangerously with everystep as it was nearly just as large as the man carrying it. As strange as the massive pack was, it was only so eye catching. The man who carried it was much more eye catching. He had no hair on his body, instead the hair on the top of his head and his eyebrows were all that of living flames. They burned a bright orange and yellow as the man walked whistling a soft tune. He stopped his treck and looked around wiping his brow with a cloth that seemed not to be affected by the flames. He set down his pack and stretched a moment before his whistling picked up in a faster tune and he went to work unloading his pack and began to set up a small camp just a little ways off the road in a small outcropping of rocks. The man was on the southern half of the mountain range, looking off into the distance he could start to makeout the edge of the lilac forest. Telling him he was that much closer to his goal." }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "Just a mile or so behind him, a significantly less imposing figure walked the roads from Aismir. She didn't know how to whistle, but she was humming something to herself, unsure of where it was going with each additional note that escaped her. The only luggage she visibly carried was the blade at her hip, curved in a gentle slope in its plain but clean sheath. Her red eyes, unusual for a human, stared forward with a sort of optimism only found in those with a certain degree of naivete. Her silver braid swayed a little in the breeze along with her waistcloth, her arms swaying in a similar fashion at her sides as she strode along the mountainsides.\n\nIt wasn't long before she came to where she could begin to see Lilac Forest over the slopes ahead.\n\n\"Yesssss,\" She cheered to herself, pumping her fist before her. Looking around a little more, however, just off the road was a quaint little campsite, and someone or something at it. From the distance between her and it, it definitely had magical aspects about it. Hair seemed to be leaping from its face in the place of hair. Was this the kind of hostile guardian she had been told to worry about? Surely not this far out from the forest, right? Plus, it was clothed and seemed to be minding its own business. Way too civilized to be after her. Even if she was wrong, she decided to approach it the way she approached everything else.\n\n\"Uh, hey!\" She called out, as she was still a ways up the road enough to have to yell a little. \"You're wouldn't happen to be guarding any rare herbs, would you!? Asking for a friend!\"" }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "The man had set up a normal tent and had even got a small campfire going and was putting on a pot of water for tea when he hears anothers voice and he looks up the road to the form calling out to him. \n\"Greetings, traveler, i cannot say. As i have many things. But i don't think the herbs im carrying are very rare. Though you are welcome to come and partake of them and see for yourself.\" \nThe mans voice was deep and smooth, he gestured for the woman to come join him as he sits there. He waits calmly while pulling out a length of rope that he starts to unwide into long thin strands before he works quickly to weave them back together into a cord thay now was stronger than the original rope he had. He looks over the newcomer and notices she's not carrying a pack of any kind.\n\"What brings you out here to the edge of this mountain?\" He asks the woman calmly while he pulls items from a smaller pack next to his massive pack" }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "To her surprise, this creature, who was now most definitely a person instead, was really friendly. As he turned to look at her, she could see that his skin had a similar look to stone and that his eyes were as vibrant as his hair. He was definitely pretty bulky and looked durable to boot, not to mention strong by the way she would see him handle the unreasonably huge pack in a moment. As he beckoned her to join him, which surprised her further, she could see his campsite wasn't bad at all. He even brought a pot for some drink or another.\n\n\"...Alright, sure.\" She accepted his invitation, working her way closer and soon enough standing among the camp with one hand on her hip. \"Full disclosure, I'm a merc going to Lilac Forest for those herbs I just mentioned. Apparently, it's hard to find people to get them because they're guarded by wild beasts or something.\" Her tone with him was casual, as if they had already been friends for a while. Now that she was closer up, he may have been able to more clearly see her. She was a slender but toned young human woman with a long silver braid down her back and ruby red eyes. She looked to be in her early to mid twenties, and her outfit showed a lot of skin for someone who was outwardly a warrior, decent portions of her upper chest and her stomach exposed. \"Mind if I ask what you're doing out here, too?\"" }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "His hands worked even with his eyes moving up from the project to the young woman in front of him.* \n\"Hmmmm, how odd... Usually people introduce themselves by their names first... I dont think your parents disliked you so much to name you full disclosure. But then again. Who am i to judge.\" \nHe stood to his full height of 6'8\" And looked down at the young woman, and he held out his hand\n\"My name is Zachnephane. Please just call me Zach. Your mission is your own, and it has no impact on me. But if you wouldn't mind some company, maybe you'd like to travel with an old firestarter?\" \nHe smiles warmly to her as the flames on his head dance as if caught in a windstorm remaining a warm orangish yellow with faint traces of white. He wore a simple white tunic that made his stone colored skin look even more rock like, from his other hand hung what looked like might be the beginings of some sort of leather piece with strings and cords ran through it. Despite her revealing clothing his eyes remained on her face and his smile never faultered as he offered her the handshake \n\"Id be happy to share my supplies with you as well, if you dont mind some fresh tea?\"" }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "The second he pointed out that she had forgotten to give her name in her little introduction, she felt a little embarrassed. That was how out of touch she was with being properly social and whatnot. She did appreciate his little joke, though. If anyone loved a little bit of banter, it was her. Before she had a chance to apologize, he stood up, towering over her at more than a full foot taller. She would have said, \"Woah,\" But she knew that would have been rude, so her eyes widened a little instead, clearly in at least a little bit of awe. She should have expected him to be tall like that.\n\n\"Zachnephane, huh?\" She repeated back to him, her expression returning to its friendly norm. She noticed the dancing and changing of the flames upon his head, but she didn't take much notice considering how normal it seemed for him. \"Yea, I would have called you Zach anyway.\" She took his hand and accepted his greeting, noting how firm his grasp was. \"I'm Sirra. Karlyle,\" She added, almost forgetting to mention her last name. \"I guess I wouldn't mind sticking around you as long as we're heading the same direction.\"\n\nThe heaps upon heaps of friendliness almost intimidated her. Nobody had ever gone out of their way to be so amicable to her, let alone within the first few minutes of meeting her. The feeling was only enhanced by his appearance. Despite his obviously magical looks, he seemed so... Simple. In a good way, that is. His presence felt genuine.\n\n\"I don't think I'd mind tea at all,\" Sirra conceded. She had never had tea before. \"You still haven't told me what you're doing out here, though.\" The way she said it made it sound like something of a playful jab." }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "He shook her hand and then in one fluid motion he sat back down in a cross legged position and his fingers lightly worked the leather as he spoke to her.\n\"You know. I noticed that too... Im out here because im moving into the lilac forest. Ive heard stories of a grove inside the forest where any and all kinds of ingredients for enchanting, alchemy, and some rare seeds that i want to see if i can plant elsewhere and grow some plants of my own. But im trying to collect ingredients to make some enchantment tools.\" \nHe answered and he pulled the leather peices together the final shape finally regonizable as a bag. He pulls the leather pieces together and pulls out a tool with thick black cord through it as he stitches the bag together\n\"Its nice to meet you lady Sirra. And the pleasure of your company would definitely be mine, as long as you'll have me along. Though i will admit. My skill in monster hunting is... Shoddy at best. Im less effective in combat, more effective in a forge.\" \nHe tells her and looks down as he hears the kettle sarting to whistle he reaches down and with his bare hand he pulls the hot tea kettle off the fire as if it was still as cold as before he put it on the fire. He grabbed a pair of cups and pours some tea for each of them and offers her his hand with both cups balanced on his palm \n\"Choose whichever one youd like.\" \nHe instructs as the smell of fresh herbs fills the air from the tea" }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "It was right then that Sirra picked up on the fact that Zach was something of a craftsman, putting together what seemed like a bag while continuing to talk to her about the Lilac Forest and this supposed grove. This sounded like the spot she should have been gunning for, too, which was definitely a happy coincidence. He then moved on to handling the tea kettle on the fire. In bare hands. Sirra almost felt stupid for not seeing heat resistance coming. In any case, the little tidbit about him not being the best at combat was an appreciated divulgence.\n\n\"Well don't you worry about that,\" Sirra assured him, taking up a comfortable enough spot on the ground close to him with her legs slotted under her. \"Sure is lucky that we met, because fighting is more than my thing.\" She gave a prideful pat to the sword on her belt. \"Also, you don't have to call me 'Lady Sirra.' If you ask me, that's way too proper for my blood.\" As she spoke, she thankfully plucked one of the cups from Zach's large hand, holding it close to her for a moment with a hand holding onto either side. She took a solitary sip to begin, tipping the cup a little and letting some of the warm refreshment flow in. Her eyes widened once more as she lowered it again.\n\n\"Woah...\" She couldn't help saying it out loud that time, looking down at the cup. The tea she held had to have been the best thing she had ever drank. Maybe that was because she didn't have any other tea to compare it to, but that didn't make her enjoy it any less." }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "\"Well, i am indeed grateful to hear that. I was worried as to the creatures that dwell in the forest. If they are quick and nimble, i would be in trouble. I have spent much of my life in the mountains. When it comes to fighting monsters, my skills are for slow and sturdy things.\" \nHe pulls his hand with the cup back and takes a slow sip before balancing the cup on his knee while he works on finishing the bag \n\"Yes, it is rather impressive how some of these flowers have enough flavor in them to allow for such a strong tea with no additional sweetener. It's why i keep so much of it on hand.\"\n\nHe weaved the needle and thread through the leather as if it was just a cotton fabric. Finishing with stitching all the peices together he starts stitching into the front of the bag forming letters starting with a decorative \"S\" His eyes looked down for the stitching before he glanced back up at her.\n\"I find that our blood often doesn't decide if we are noble enough for such titles to be laid at our feet. Despite what those in power would have us believe.\"" }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "Sirra happily took another sip of her tea. And then another. And another after that. She was no less amazed by the fourth one.\n\n\"What did you put in this?\" She asked him, as if she knew anything about herbs or tea. \"This is amazing. Like, 'the best thing I've ever drank' amazing.\" She sipped once more. Admittedly, as far as fine (or relatively fine) food and drink went, Sirra was illiterate. The most upscale thing she had ever put in her body before was some kind of pastry as a thank-you back home. Aside from the tea question, she noticed again the bag he was sewing, noticing the makings of a letter on the front of it." }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "He chuckled and held out the tea pot to refill her cup as he answered her \n\"Its a simple blend of mountain flowers, some crushed roots, and a couple ingredients usually thrown into healing tonics. Its a travelers tea. The flowers cut the flavor of the root and the healing ingredients. And the root enhances the flavors of the flowers. The key is to make sure the flowers petals dry our entirely before crushing them. It takes a few weeks normally. So i usually keep a few batches drying so i have fresh tea every week.\"\nHe would then go back to the bag and finish embroidering the \"S\" And move on to doing a \"K\" That interwove with the first letter. His fingers danced over the leather as if they had done this a thousand times.\n\"Im humbled by your compliment. But this is just a simple brew. There are masters in the elven people who make teas that would scoff at this as the leaf juice that it is. And as they should. One sip of that tea will ruin tea for you for the rest of your life. Now as soon as im finishes here, i will start working on some grub. Does that sound fair?\" \nHe asks with a smile of a grandfather helping a grandchild." }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "Sirra graciously accepted the refill, not hesitating to go in for another sip as she listened to his methods.\n\n\"Wow, you really know your stuff, huh? Who needs elven tea when you have this?\" Another swig. \"Yeah, if your tea is this good, I can't wait to see what your cooking skills are like.\" Sirra appreciated Zach's apparent expertise in non-combat arts. Cooking, brewing, sewing, forging apparently, and who knows what else. He seemed like a really pleasant guy, the smile from him topping off the sentiment. She returned one of her own, her eyes of red softening a shade.\n\n\"So, you said something about being good with a forge, too? Weapon crafting, and whatnot?\" She asked rhetorically, still none sick of her tea. \"Is there anything you Don't Do?\"" }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "He looked the young woman over for a moment and his smile softened a little. He remained quiet for a time and he finished the last letter on the bag. Before he held it out to her. \n\"For you, and tea is always nice, but it never replaces people. I would take a cup of dirty water over the best tea, mead, ale, wine, you name it. It doesn't matter to me. I would just as happily drink that cup of muddy water as long as i had someone to share it with.\" \nWith those words the base of the flames closest to his head took on a bluish violet tone before quickly being replaced with the same bright orange and yellow of earlier.\n\"But you dont need to hear that kind of talk. You're a young sellsword, please endulge an old man and tell me some stories of your travels? What have you seen in your jobs?\"\nHe sips his tea and stands up grabbing his pack and silently rummaging through it to find his cooking gear. He pulled out a strange flat surface with four points at the bottem and he flicked it causing the points to elongate into legs for a table. When he starts to pull out packaged supplies and he begins to unwrap them revealing cured meats, cheeses, and a variety of vegetables. He pulls a knife from the side of the table that blended in perfectly with the metal making its presence completely undetectable and he starts to cut the vegetables before adding them to a pot with some fat from the meat as he sets the pot down in the fire. He dices up the meat and opens the smaller of the packs and reaches in with a bowl before bending down to his elbow and coming back up with the bowl full of water, which he adds to the pot as he starts making a stew. As he dices up a new vegetables or meat he adds it to the pot before he grabs a small wooden box and opens it to sprinkle in some seasonings and placing a lid over the pot to let it simmer* \n\"Im a little bit of a smith of all trades. I do a little bit of everything. Im not a dwarven master by any means. But i can get any job done.\"" }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "As Zach monologued a little about the value of companionship, Sirra used her headspace to be thoroughly flattered by the bag. It was such a nice little piece of work, drawstrings and all. He had even sewn her initials into it. Her eyes practically sparkled as she looked it over.\n\n\"Zach... You didn't have to do that. You just met me in the last half hour,\" She reminded him and herself. \"...Thank you.\" She smiled up at him and caught his flame's colorful flicker as he began to set up his workspace and the back down at the bag, reaching to her hip and choosing a nice spot for it on her belt. Looking back up once more, she was yet again impressed at the level of preparation he went to for things like this. No wonder that bag was so huge. He had an entire kitchen's And Campsite's worth in it. It seemed like a stew was on the way. Sirra, still trying to get over the flattery of being given a gift, nodded in acknowledgment of his jack-of-all-trades sort of role. She thought he was being a little humble, what with how prepared he was for his trip. She would have to ask him about her sword later.\n\n\"Stories?\" Sirra repeated back to him. \"Honestly, I only began traveling recently.\" This was where Sirra had to dance around a sensitive detail or two. \"I only did mercenary work in my homeland for the longest time, dealing with a certain group that had it under its thumb mostly. I just started traveling this year. In fact, this is only the second job I've been on in Eluaria at large.\" She paused briefly. \"Not that I don't have stories from then I can tell you, but stuff was pretty local up until recently.\"" }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "He nodded at her words and chuckles softly to himself \n\"I figured that you were working to be an adventurer of sorts and evert adventurer needs somewhere to store things. So just think of this as an investment in your future.\"\nHe finishes the stew and occasionally pulls the lid off to stir the contents before returning the lid. He listens to her talk about her part and nods slowly.\n\"Well theres nothing wrong with still being new to the work. We all have to start somewhere. And ive found i tend to get more wrapped up in local events than global ones as a whole. I can fix small issues. Big issues are out of my wheel house usually. The last time i got involved in something bigger it didnt end well for me.\" \nHe takes the blade from the table and sits down with a round black stone and he swirls the blade over the rock in small circular motions as he hones the edge of the blade back to a razors edge" }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "\"Yeah, I get that. Not that a big conspiracy or something wouldn't be exciting, but I'm not really used to traveling and whatnot.\"\n\nSirra tried to think of something interesting to recount as he finished checking the stew, sitting down to sharpen a blade. The least she could do to try and return the favor of all of his kindness was to tell a good story. Of course, none of them could involve her using her powers, so she had to think a little.\n\n\"...So, how about the time I survived an assassination attempt on me?\" She asked. She figured it had enough intrigue." }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "The burly man looked up and nodded slowly to the younger woman \n\"Traveling can be much harder than some people make it look. I remember when i was a young man a traveler came through town and made wide sweeping claims about how being an adventurer and a blade for hire was so glamorous. Many of the men of my tribe went to follow him on a so called adventure. I only heard of their deaths years later when i left my people.\" \nHe shrugged his massive shoulders, trying to play it off as his hair again dipper into a blue and purple color at the base closest to his head for a moment before flaring back into a normal bright yellow and organe glow. All the while his hands continued to work on the knife and the whet stone. He could see the young woman was thinking about what she wanted to say so he closed his mouth and let her think. When she answered he smiled and nodded his head.\n\"I would love to hear such a story. Though judging on our conversation i can assume how the story ends.\"" }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "Seeing Zach's hair flicker again as he spoke of his companions' untimely deaths, Sirra started to realize that there may have been a connection between the color of that flame and how he was feeling. It had briefly appeared violet both a little earlier and right then, but talking about companionship and the death of tribesmen didn't seem related emotionally. She would have to ask him at a later date, as she thought it was a question a touch too personal for a first ever meeting, even if he Was A sweetheart so far.\n\nHer face had grown a little sorrowful out of sympathy for his brush with a shepherd of death. Of course, it perked back up when he smiled once more and encouraged her to continue.\n\n\"What can I say?\" She began. \"I'm just that good, aren't I?\" She clearly wasn't taking herself too seriously with that statement, evidenced by the way she shrugged and closed her eyes superflously. \"But, yeah, the story. Back in my homeland, there was a cult that practically ran the place, and I had been whittling away at it ever since I started the whole sellsword thing. Point is that I had been keeping track of one of the guys that headed up their initiation ritual. And we're talking real special stuff here, like something you have to be Really Trained to pull off. So I thought it was pretty simple: get him out of the picture, and that means their ranks stagnate. The problem was that the guy only ever left every so often to go on a hike or something to go commune with his god. Obviously, his destination was kinda far away, and I had never traveled in my life up to that point.\"\n\nSirra remembered to partake in the delicious tea once more before continuing.\n\n\"So I did a little bit of sweet talking to a big fixer in town and convinced him he'd be better off without this guy, too. He ended up giving me supplies and four guys as traveling buddies to, 'ensure they saw proper use.' That should have been a red flag.\"" }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "The giant man sat there quietly and his eyes focused on the woman as she spoke his eyes would meet hers whenever he looked at her before he would glance down at the food as he stirred occasionally to prevent the food from burning. He didnt interrupt her instead he nodded along sliently to show her he was listening.\n \nWhile she has been right that his hair would give away his mood, his eyes and his face gave away nothing. He was unreadable from his expressions, so he kept a smile on and did his best to be lighthearted. As he listened to her story the tips of the flames began to turn white, a new color that no trace had been seen before \n\n\"Often we find in the moment red flags have a diffrent shade that can only be seen in the clear vision of hindsight. So? This guy gave you 4 random thugs to help you track down this ritualist goon? And some supplies to help you take him down? Seems pretty questionable but maybe in the moment things seemed fine? Did he lead you on to think that he wanted them gone just as much as everyone else?\" \nHe asks trying to come to a conclusion as to why Sirra would trust the other man that so far sounded to be part of the reason she had an attempt on her life." }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "Sirra more than noticed the white frosting of the flames atop Zach's head, but she noticed him pointing out how stupid she had been even more. That obviously wasn't how he phrased it, but she knew what he meant, because she knew it was right.\n\n\"To be fair,\" She returned, \"I was only seventeen at the time. Hell, I had just gotten my sword.\" She afforded a glance down at her hip where the blade in question rested. She Really Had to ask him if he knew anything about it later. \"In my head, I talked him into wanting this guy dead so he'd give me the means to get to the mountain the ritual guy hiked to without starving or freezing or anything. What I'm pretty sure Actually Happened was that he figured out how dangerous I was while I talked and opted to send me to a mountain in the middle of nowhere with four goons could off me without much trouble.\" Sirra had to leave out part of Why She thought he realized she was dangerous. \"As far as I knew, though, I had convinced him to take my side and offer me help.\" She didn't sound embarrassed as the emphasis on her logical blunder continued." }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "He nodded as he listened to her talk about her past his mouth opening into a silent \"Ah i see\" As she explained the error in her youth, he did his best to keep the white from appearing in his flames but they still managed to sneak in every so often. \n\"So im guessing it was a mix of excitment for using your blade, on top of trusting that your motivation would match that of someone else in the town and hoping they would see the good in helping rid the town of this ritualist. I could see how it could lead to such a mishap... So what happened then?\"\nHis posture had shifted and he now sat leaning forward listening intently to her story and he only stirred the stew every few minutes just enough to keep it from burning." }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "\"Well,\" Sirra continued, not shying away from indulging a little further in her tea for the duration of the pause, \"About what you'd think. I got provided a carriage and the travel supplies along with my four prospective murderers and shipped off to the mountain to catch the guy. I Did Notice on the way that the one at the reins was Really In a hurry. As in we were going to get there well before the ritual guy did if we kept that pace. I brought it up to him and said the whole plan could be botched if the target saw someone already there, but he gave me some crap like, 'we're professionals, little girl. We know best.'\" Sirra didn't bother with a mocking impression of the goon in question. \"That was when I started feeling like something was wrong.\n\nWhen we got to the mountain, again, super ahead of schedule, we rounded the side opposite of the one we came from. I thought it was to hide from the target, but it was probably to hide my body. I took up a spot to rest my hide and was about to sit down, but that's when they surrounded me and took their swords out.\"" }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "He listened intently as she explained the story further and he even went as far as to grab the pot of food and take it off the heat so it wouldn't burn as he focused on the image she was painting in his mind.\n\"4 men? Presumably hired thugs? Damn...\" \nThe white tinged his hair again and stayed as he looked her over and tried to find any scars on her person\n\"You look fairly untouched from the scenario. No scars that i can see. So... What happened?\" \nHe asked as he crossed his legs in a meditative pose and waited for her to continue with her story." }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "As Zach acknowledged and marveled at the scenario, she noticed yet again his flames gaining little white snow peaks. \"Does white mean intrigue?\" She thought to herself. If she ended up spending more time with this stony-skinned smith, it would definitely be fun to solve that little puzzle. Meanwhile, Sirra leaned forward and got something of a confident and proud look on her face, indulging his want for hearing what came next.\n\n\"To start, despite being surrounded, I had an advantage.\" Her tone for that sentence almost made it sound like a secret. \"They had no idea what I could do. Even if I had only recently gotten my sword at the time, they didn't know that I'm fast and crafty, and we were around halfway up the mountain at the time. Never try and fight someone who knows how to trip you when you're someplace that features a long way down.\" Sirra's vocation got riled up when she fired off into the next sentence.\n\n\"They all came at me at once and tried not to give me an inch, but I took the hint and jumped over one of them!\" She had started making exciting hand motions to articulate her tale, closing her two hands into a ball to signify her enemies' movements towards her and a sly slide of her hand off to one side as herself escaping their grasp. \"I jumped towards the side with the drop and skidded around to face them, drawing my sword! A block here and a dodge there let me lure them closer, and they tried to surround me in a half-circle so I'd have nowhere to go but down. The guy in front gave a signal and they closed in again with their blades raised and tried to knock me off, but that was just what I wanted them to do! As soon as they raised them up, I got low as fast as I could and used the side of my sword to sweep one's legs and dash over into his spot! He was falling back away from me, so I grabbed his wrist on his way down with both hands and swung him around back towards his friends! I knocked all four of em' off the mountain!\" She triumphantly roared." }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "The giant man sitting there in a lotus position as he grabbed his tea and sipped slowly. If she watched carefull she would notice the white in his flames slowly fading away as he slowed his breathing and seemed to temper his enthusiasm. His body looked like he was relaxed but his eyes were still focused and burned with an energy that made it clear he was invested in her story. \nHe sipped his tea and let her finish her story before he spoke again.\n\"I see... I must say even knowing the outcome that still brought me anxiety for your well being. It seemd you used your own flexibility to trap them into over extending and throwing off their balance before subsequently removing their chance of recovery by using their cohort to provide them expedient travel to the valley below... You must be stronger than you look. Because i don't know many people who could use another person as a weapon.\" \nHe reaches up and strokes his chin in thought before shrugging and putting the stew back on the fire letting it warm back up \n\"I must say that is quite a stressful situation. What happened to the ritualist? Or the shop keeper who set you up?\" \nHe asked curiously as he stirred the food and his eyes focused back on her" }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "Sirra was glad to see the spark of enthusiasm in Zach's eyes as she went on. She hadn't expected him to recount how she had won in such clinical terms. Describing knocking people off of a cliff as, \"Providing expedient travel to the valley below,\" Was charming in a way. Admittedly, she had massively glossed over her end of the beating with the phrase, \"A block here and a dodge there.\" She had used the fight to get more used to not using her powers, and she hadn't come out unscathed. In fact, she bore a pretty nasty cut to her arm alongside some other wounds by the end of the fight. It was just that wounds heal after six years.\n\n\"Well,\" She began, responding to Zach claiming her strength, \"It's less about being strong and more about using momentum. He was already falling, so all I had to do was redirect him a little.\" And then came the question of the ritualist himself, something she had Really Been hoping he wouldn't ask about. Thanks to her wounds by the time he arrived, she had no choice but to fight him with her powers. If she could help it, which she could, she would really like to keep those under wraps. In all fairness, it Was Her fault for choosing a story that was so closely followed by an instance of that.\n\n\"To put it short and sweet,\" Sirra began again, making an attempt to gloss over it, \"I killed the target after he eventually arrived to commune and whatnot. That fight wasn't too special. As for the fixer that tried to put me out of my misery, he sorta became a thorn in my side. Let's just say he took me not dying personally and kept trying.\" She retreated to her tea, hoping it wasn't too obvious that she was intentionally not getting into it, or at least that Zach wouldn't see it as an insult." }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "Zachnephane was an older man. He had been around long enough to be able to pick up on someone not telling him the whole truth. And while the story she spun was captivating. There were certain things that just didn't connect in his mind. But he knew that he had no reason to expect the whole truth from a stranger, so he did his best to accept that she didn't need to tell him everything. Even with his mental conflict he couldn't stop the flare of red that washed through his flames before just as quickly vanishing. When the red flared it highlighted the grey of his skin and turned it to a pale white for a moment in the brightness before everything about him returned to normal. \n\"Is that so? My that sounds like quite the adventure. I couldnt imagine having to deal with something like that. Ive delt with some drunks in a tavern before but never have i had to cross weapons with an actual mercenary. I dont envy you at all.\" \nHe shook his head and let out a low whistle that caused the flames in the firepit to waver and shake as he turned his attention to his bag and pulled out a pair of bowls and some utensils. He scoops out a heaping amount of stew and fills both bowls before holding up his hands to Sirra. Letting her pick from the identical bowls \n\"I should warn you now. Its going to be a bit on the spicy side. I hope that doesn't dissuade you from partaking.\" \nHe explains as he waits for her with his smile still brightening up his face and his eyes burning brightly in the same joyful way they had been the entire time aside from his single moment of red flames. \n\"Who knows. Maybe ill bore you with a story from my past while you eat.\" \nHe says with a light chuckle" }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "A shade of red in his hair this time? Sirra thought that silvery white she had seen meant he was engaged or maybe excited, so what was red? Did he know? If he did, he let the subject be anyway, which she was thankful for.\n\n\"It's more fun than it sounds once you get used to it,\" Sirra argued to him shortly before recieving her bowl, which she picked from the right, and her serving of stew. \"Is... Spicy the same thing to you as it is to me..? Not that I don't trust your cooking if your tea is anything to go by, but I'm human and you're kinda made of fire.\" Sirra didn't know if the stew in her hand would make her regret drawing breath with its world-ending spice or if it was simply mild.\n\nTrying to push the thought out of her mind, she readied herself for a spoonful and accepted Zach's offer of a story of his own. \"Sure, only fair after I bored you,\" She jabbed, casually partaking in a bit of the food with nervous anticipation that she veiled pretty well." }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "He chuckled and shook his head in the negative \n\"Oh no. I am happy with the life ive chosen. I dont need the excitement of mercenary work. Im content with smithing and creating things.\" \nHe let her pick her bowl filled with stew and he let out a belly laugh that would rival the most boisterous dwarven mead hall laughs \n\"It is a little spicy for mere humans. Elfs would turn up their noses unless starving. Dwarven folk tend to enjoy it and chug a pint after finishing their bowl. Some even ask for seconds. To me its not hot, its just spiced to have flavors that i enjoy. Ive been told they can be a little warm. Its all based on people's preferences.\" \nHe shrugs with a small smile and he reaches into his bag and pulls out a cloth wrapped object and sets it down on the table. \n\"If its too spicy for you then add some of this cheese, it will cut the heat pretty well... As for your other statement. I am not made of fire, im just touched by the plane of fire. Im still flesh and blood, if you cut me i do bleed. I just have no hair on my body, its a gift from my father i guess you could say.\" \nHe shrugged and pulled out a large spoon from a pocket inside his traveling clothes and dug into his own bowl taking a big bite and chewing slowly before turning his head to the side and coughing as flames shot from his mouth like he were a dragon for a breif moment before he patted his chest and cleared his throat \n\"Excuse me... Wrong pipe.\" \nHe took a deep breath and calmed his breathing as a slight gold light touched the ends of his flaming hair. \n\"Anyway... Hmmmm... What story to share... I know. Ill stick with your theme and tell you about why i went on my adventure to be a craftsman.\"" }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "As Sirra's taste buds began to process the bite she had taken, she saw Zach do his best impression of a dragon and cough up fire. She Really Hoped that wasn't the spice talking. Luckily for her, it wasn't. As the flavor began to seep into her being, she recognized it for the work of culinary genius that it was. Sirra was hardly accustomed to eating spicy food, but she apparently loved it. It had a sort of addictive sting that bit you and didn't let go, goading you into diving in for another spoonful. Her ruby eyes did the exact same thing as with her first sip of tea, expressing all of her joy and excitement at the discovery of the sensation in her mouth.\n\n\"Your skills are unreal, Zach...\" She marveled out loud, some of her initial bite tucked away in her cheek as she spoke. She swallowed and responded in an attempt not to be rude, barely catching the gold tips of his hair and briefly wondering what that meant. \"Right, your story. Sounds good to me.\" Frankly, she'd have been content with just about any story with food such as the sort she had before her, but she was interested nonetheless." }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "The man bowed his head to her in acceptance of the compliment and he chuckles \n\"Thank you, it took a long time to find a style of cooking that i could actually reproduce consistently. There were many meals all prepper the exact same that just never tasted the same. Once i figured out the spice ratios to meat and vegetables i made sure to pack everything in individual meal portions that way everything comes out the way i want.\" \nHe explains and he scoops another spoon full of food into his mouth and chews it happily before swallowing and relaxing in his meditative pose. He takes a deep breath and starts to think about how to tell this story before he shrugs and gives her a half smile \n\n\"This story begins many decades ago. When a tribes of goliaths shaman decided to make a deal with an Efreet. In exchange for his powers she offered herself to him. And nine months later the shaman gave birth to her first, and only child. The child was raised with the other goliath children but he was far weaker than any of the others. Physically their strength was similar, but he wasn't quite as strong as even the weakest of the youths. He was often bullied because of this, and because living in the high mountains, in the cold air, the young Goliath had to wear many skins to stay warm or he would get sick. The others were immune to the cold, but not this half breed. For 16 long years he was abused by the people ment to be his family and his people. Until on his 16th birthday his powers manifested. His hair erupted into flames and his eyes burnt away to leave flaming orbs in their place, he was banished from his people and was forced to leave the tribe. And so he did.\" \nZachnephane takes his bowl and takes another spoonful of soup before continuing \n\"He traveled alone for months before he came across someone who helped the poor child. Half starved, delusional, and covered in many wounds from wild animal attacks, a dwarven smith took the boy in and put him to work.\"\n\n\"The work wasn't hard, at first. It was simple labor, chopping wood, cleaning the forge, until the boy and the dwarf discovered the boys tolerance for the flames. Then the dwarf began to train the young man in his art. It took many years, but in that time the pair discovered many things about the young man. And in only a handful of years, the dwarf had taught the young man everything he could. He hammered the basics into the boys hard head and helped him get a grounding in the fundamentals of forging and smithing. And that beautiful dwarf was a father to the boy that he never had before. So it broke the mans heart to leave his newly found home, but he knew he needed to go on his own and use these skills that he had been given to help others who, like the young man who stumbled into that dwarfs door, have nothing but the strength of their own arm and determination. The young man had grown into a smith and went about the world, he came across a troop of wizards who were stranded in a valley and needed help moving their cart as all their magic was geared towards other endeavors and they couldnt fix their cart. So in exchange for fixing their wagon, they gave me these dimensional bags. The larger one is my most prized possession. Its a traveling forge. I can set it up anywhere as long as i have a flat surface. And stepping inside of the tent that it opens into will open a pocket dimensional forge. Anything i add to the bag becomes part of the forge. Unlike most other bags though this one gets heavier the more thats in it. It reduces the weight but... I have a lot in it. So i doubt anyone other than those gifted with strength of giant-kin would be capable of carrying it around. With these gifts of knowledge and a traveling forge ive been able to run around and help hundreds of farmers and other smiths with work and sharpening my own skills. I trained with enchanters and alchemists to further improve my works but...\"\n\nHe looks down and his hair burns a low blue color as he finishes his story. \n\"With all my achievements and improvements by the time i made it home to show my adopted father the man i had become because of his hard work, he had passed the spring before. His soul now resides in the halls of his ancestors and all i have left of him is his trade, his ring, and a letter from him. Its been nearly two decades and i still havent had the strength of heart to open the letter.\" \nZach looks up and shrugs his hair slowly burning back up to a golden orange and yellow leaving no trace of the blue \n\"And so ive traveled the world ever since and shared my skills with those who need it and offering the same hospitality that my father offered to me.\"" }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "Sirra, still partaking in her stew from time to time, leaned forward and listened to Zach's story. Apparently, he was the child of a goliath and a shaman. She didn't know much at all about either, but it explained why he looked the way he did. Plus, knowing he didn't like the cold was useful. Aside from that, the tale of how he was taken in by a dwarf as a surrogate son was heartwarming, right down to how he seemingly passed peacefully and left for him a letter, one that Zach apparently hadn't the courage to read. On top of that, blue and then gold flames made themselves known, Sirra bascially entirely unsure what the latter could mean. Still, the origin story had gotten to her.\n\n\"If I didn't know any better,\" She said aloud, \"I'd say that's borderline beautiful. I guess you and I are sorta similar in that way, right? Wandering around wanting to make a name helping people out?\" Even in the middle of that, Sirra could help going in for another bite of stew. \"Also...\" She made sure her mouth wasn't full before continuing. \"...Held my tongue till the end on this, but a forge in a bag? Like, you could just pull it out right now?\" Her tone turned to one of wonderment. \"Man, I wish I had pocket dimension bags for stuff.\"" }, { "author": "Zachnephane Stonejaw", "message": "He chuckled and shook his head at her optimistic view and smiled softly \n\"My birth giver had many faults in her raising of me. Her shamanic rituals took her true love and passion. I guess she gave me what she had left. I never got to meet my patriarchal patron in person. I just saw him through a flaming portal. He would speak to me once in a few years. I havent heard from him since i left the Goliaths. But yes. The Dwarf i call my father is the reason im going about my way and helping others. I would say it does appear that we have very similar goals you and I. Trying to help those we come across.\" \nHe waited for her to chew her food and when she spoke about his dimsional bag he let out a loud belly laugh and the flames on his head grew another foot higher and burned a bright gold as he reaches up and wipes a molton drop of fire from his eye and he flicks it into the flames of the cooking fire causing it to flare up slightly for a moment.\n\"No, i couldn't open the forge right here. I need a little bit of time. It is more like setting up a tent. It would take me about 10 to 15 minutes and even then most people wouldn't be able to stay in it while i work. You could be safe out here. You would definitely be warm thats for sure. The forge is still being enchanted and currently it is only enchanted enough not to burst into flames as im working. It tends to increase the heat in the area around the tent... Noticeably so. The longer i work the larger the space around the tent the heat affects becomes. The closer to the tent the hotter it gets. Im trying to find a way to prevent that but... Improvement is my goal in all things.\" \nHe shrugs as he still smiles happily and the flames on his head slowly shrink back down to the normal height they stand at of a few inches above his head and down his shoulders. \n\"A storage bag should be much easier to come across. My hope is to be able to eventually be skilled enough to craft my own bags of holding to sell.\"" }, { "author": "Sirra Karlyle", "message": "As Zach laughed once more, the gold appeared again, giving Sirra perhaps a better idea of what that tint was supposed to mean. Also, apparently his tears were lava, or something?\n\n\"So you're still figuring out how to keep it under control,\" She remarked out loud, having just finished off her bowl of irresistible stew. \"Honestly, if it means I get to see how it works, I can take the heat.\" Her vocation was confident and energetic. \"I've never actually seen a smith work on a weapon before. I have no idea how that whole process goes, but I'd love to see it. I'll endure whatever I have to if it means I get a peek.\" Sirra let out a playful giggle and relaxed a bit, giving way to the fact that she had been half-joking.\n\n\"But those bags of holding... I'm assuming those are the pocket dimension ones. You could make a killing off those if you knew how to make them. Not that I'd stop smithing or adventuring, because then stuff'd just get boring.\"" } ]	263	10,397
197.473684	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "The scenery was quick to change, only a few hours into their trek through the Southern Mountains. As they first left the hamlet, the snowfall was far lighter than the storm they had met in; soon waning completely and revealing sunlight. The morning was decidedly warm, the heat from the day meeting the chilled winds that whipped between the sheer rocks. \n\nIt was between these cliffs that a pair of wanderers walked, the harpy's head craned upwards and scanning the skies at all times. She stumbled on the odd rock and twig, forcing her attention to the road to right herself. It was after the third unbalancing that she glanced to her companion, huffing to herself.\n\"Watching the skies is hard on foot... It would be easier to fly, but I am worried for your ability.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena was equally distracted but for far sillier reasons, finding herself distracted by the new sensations her harpy form brought- a drastic change from the standard she only got to experience for the first time very rarely. While Kynia endured their third trip, Vena was walking behind her with her wings spread out- letting out repeated, happy birdsong as the cool air hit her feathers.\n\n\"Huh? Oh, yeah...\" Vena replied, snapping out of her trance and looking up at the cliffs to either side of them- instantly wincing as she imagined herself falling. \"I did say I'd try, even if I'm not going to hide that the prospect kinda terrifies me.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Hm...\"\nKynia paused a moment, eyes closed and wings unfurled. Vena would notice how the harpy's arms would shift slowly, coinciding with the direction and strength of the wind. A silent minute passed before she returned to attention, drawing her arms in with a shiver and turning back to the changeling.\n\n\"The sky is clear, the wind is generous. I think we can try it. Now- We must find a suitable high-up spot.\"\nShe nodded excitedly, her chest puffing out with a renewed confidence. The target of her sharp gaze changed, now scanning along the sheer rock walls for a decent outcropping or path upwards." }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena patiently allowed the harpy to focus, sitting on a nearby rock as she watched the process. She wondered just how important this process of seemingly ascertaining the wind conditions was and if perhaps an inability to take off without a sufficiently high and windy spot could restrict a harpy from flying at all. Unfortunately that only made it seem more likely Vena was about to jump from some height she would absolutely rather not.\n\n\"Behind you, there. Bit sharp but I reckon we could climb up along those rocks.\" Vena pointed out, standing up and approaching the slightly extended part of the cliff-wall. She placed her hand on the rock, dragging a set of talons down and creating small cosmetic marks.\"Talons definitely don't have the grip fingers do though, might have to learn how to fly a little earlier if I fall.\"\n\n\"You promise I'll be able to do this, right? Never been scared of heights but I tend to keep jumping off of 'em for when I know there's something soft at the bottom.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Your talons will find spots to sink into, especially along these cliffs,\" Kynia chirped back, reassuring Vena as she examined the spot she'd pointed out. The harpy nodded quickly, her stance shifting to a low crouch. Her wings unfurled quickly, beating once and launching herself into the air and towards the outcropping. She landed with a CLACK! Of her talons against stone, gripping the jagged rocks as if they were perches. \"The ground will tug at your soles when you've found the right spot. Try coming up to me. It's not so high that you will hurt yourself.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena watched, both annoyed and impressed as Kynia bypassed climbing completely with a single beat of her wings before beginning to climb herself, the temptation to try similar not worth the risk of embarrassing herself by barely making it off the ground.\n\nIn much longer time, with a couple of scary missteps as Vena learned to rely on the sharpness of her talons, she made it up.\n\n\"Hah- Couldn't of just taught me how to do a take off from down there?\" Vena huffed as she lifted herself onto the outcropping, twisting onto her back to look up at Kynia. \"These wings really get in the way when I try and reach for things like I normally would. The lightness helps though, barely felt like I weighed anything.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "The harpy would hop closer with a grace deeply contrasting with her usual clumsy, bubbly movement. The look in her eyes was sharp like a predator's - engaging in these behaviours seemed to activated something in her, something primal.\nThe effect was confused by her patting Vena's head with the tip of her wing, chirping softly and shaking her head.\n\"I think it is the same difference between a standing jump and a running one. Taking flight without a short drop or glide to catch the wind takes considerable strength, and enough understanding of your wings to not hurt yourself. You would not be able to do it.\"\n\nThe affectionate gesture was an attempt to soften her criticism, apparently. Whether it had worked was beyond Kynia to know, or take the time to hear as she climbed up to the flatter outcropping of rock. Her feet planted firmly, waving her arms for Vena to join her." }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena had begun to get up but as she was on one knee, looking up at Kynia she noticed the harpy's sudden change in demeanor. An eye for detail was a somewhat bothersome infliction that came along with being a shapeshifter and she found herself studying their every movement- until the trace was interrupted by a head pat, prompting Vena to twist her head to the side in confusion as Kynia dissuaded her hubris.\n\n\"And yet you make it look so easy.\" Vena sighed as she rose to her feet and cautiously followed Kynia, very aware of how high up they were and how Kynia planned for her to get down.\n\n\"Shouldn't you be teaching me some of the theory? When to flap my wings, that sorta' thing?\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"I will, now that we are high enough.\"\nThe harpy nodded, letting her full wingspan catch the prevailing winds. Her feathers fluttered and chilled her frame, but she didn't shiver like before. Her talons relaxed from the rocks, her body rising as her wings arched like a glider in an updraft.\n\"Harpy wings are strong, more than enough to carry out bodies. What I want you to do is try gliding from here,\" She flapped her wings once, hard and slow. The resulting gust almost collided with the other cliff-face, knocking a few loose pebbles free \"To there. The process is simple, just keep your wings level.\" \n\n\"You can lean left and right to turn, but do it only a little. Once you get there, lift your feet towards the wall - you'll find a perch.\"\nKynia explained it with a casual tone, seeming to not grasp just how daunting of an experience this was for a first-timer - much less for a harpy whose body was less than a couple days old. But she smiled again, chirping quietly and nodding.\n\"If you fall, you won't be injured from this height. I promise you that.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena half-listened as she crouched by the edge of the outcropping, next to Kynia. Despite knowing better, she stared down at the ground below, feet talons clutching the rock below her as she imagined falling. A human or the like would at least break a few bones if they were lucky.\n\n\"Simple, just glide. I got it.\" Vena repeated with a series of nervous chirps, clearly not as certain of herself as she let on.\n\nAfter a small pause the changeling rose to her feet once again, taking a few steps back, muttering something to her and rushing forward, jumping off the ledge with her wings stretched out as wide as they could and her eyes held shut. \n\nVena expected herself to feel her body crash against ground or cliff-wall in the matter of seconds but to her surprise she felt nothing but the calming brush of cold wind against her feathers and once she opened her eyes she found herself slowly gliding through the air, veering slightly too far to the right but otherwise on course. After Vena had spent a couple seconds twisting left and right and happily chirping to herself she reached the other cliffside, scrambling to grab onto whatever perch she could find." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "A long, excited melody left the harpy's lips, gliding over in a similar fashion - albeit with a few wing-beats to keep her elevation. She landed beside Vena again, twittering and nuzzling at her cheek.\n\"You did it, I am very proud. Your control was good, especially for a first time. We can try some more, and increase the distance. Let us continue down the path from cliff to cliff.\"\nKynia scanned down the rest of the path, noting that the trail didn't open up for quite some distance. It would give them ample space to hone her gliding, and presented an opportunity once the mountain walls fell away...\n\nShe pointed out another outcropping, nodding to Vena and taking off first. This time she completed a full glide, to show her companion how an experienced flyer moved. She latched onto the cliff face and waited, her head bobbing happily." }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"Not my first time falling off a cliff.\" Vena replied with a smug smirk and a small blush, clearly appreciating the harpy's praise even if she wasn't quick to show it. \"Second time not hitting the ground afterwards though, haven't always been so lucky.\"\n\nVena followed Kynia soon after she took off and quickly found herself staring up at the other harpy as her glide brought her lower and lower. Deciding that she'd try show some initiative in her learning, Vena quickly tried to flap her wings. Unfortunately while it had the intended effect of raising her slightly upward, it also propelled Vena forward much faster than she was expecting, sending the changeling crashing into the cliff face just below Kynia.\n\nShe didn't seem to mind so much however as when Kynia looked down she'd find a bruised but ultimately alright Vena, hugging the cliff-face, alternating between breathing and giggling nervously.\n\n\"Should be scared but- that was So Fun.\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "A loud, panicked squawk followed. Kynia perched beside Vena, eyes wide as she brushed her cheek against the feathers around her bruises. She trilled quietly, holding a tense note as she inspected her injuries.\n\"Are you alright, Vena? It is unwise to do such things in a narrow space, especially with such powerful winds. You see how much control you will need to learn, however? I hope you have learned this...\"\n\nThe harpy pouted, draping her wings over the changeling and running her talons along her flight feathers. They weren't damaged, only frayed by the impact.\n\"Your wings are undamaged... You can continue the exercise if you wish. Or we can land, and continue the rest of the journey on foot. It is your choice.\"" }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"You really need to stop making it look so easy.\" Vena groaned, holding onto the cliff-face with one arm as she stretched the other out, fighting the wind to keep it in place. \"I'm fine though, the thrill of rushing forward like that was more than worth a little soreness.\"\n\nSeemingly content with her assessment of the wind, Vena pulled her wing back before suddenly jumping away and letting herself glide a while before perching on the same cliff-face, just a couple metres away from Kynia.\n\n\"You're cute when you're worried, should probably get used to the feeling while we're travelling together though. And I'm a little offended you'd think I'd quit before I've at least crashed into both cliffs.\"\n\nWith that she jumps off the wall again, this time trying to remain facing backwards for a moment before she quickly realizes her wings don't quite work like that and has to twist forward and continue gliding in a panic." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"It is a new experience, I do not know what your limits will be.\" Kynia cooed, her head swiveling in time with Vena's smooth glide. She beamed again, her mood picking up from the changeling's continual fast-paced learning. She chirped in alarm once more at her near-crash, but resisted the urge to rush over. Instead she followed her jumps, gliding in her shadow to give enough space for any missteps.\n\n\"I cannot swim, nor can any of my flock. I would likely panic if I was forced to do so. It is what I would compare to this, and for that I am very impressed.\"\nAnother song of praise was offered in Vena's wake, the harpy pointing out further outcroppings that she could reach as her confidence grew. The path continued to rise and fall, the cliff-faces slowly pulling away from each other as Kynia had expected. The clouds were beginning to grow brighter now, the stormclouds that had buffeted them with snow long past." }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "\"I'd offer to teach you but I'm assuming that's not what's stopping you.\" Vena angled her head down and back at the Kynia as they glided behind her, a likely ill-advised gesture, with the importance of keeping one's eyes on the sky. \"These feathers must be awful when wet and it'd definitely be very difficult to use them with the limited mobility even if that weren't the case.\"\n\nAs they continued Vena used less-and-less of the spots Kynia pointed out, only making an effort to land on the larger ones she could run on before leaping right off. As obvious from the birdsong Vena had long since stopped noticed she was even making, the changeling seemed to be enjoying herself greatly. Eventually though, she began to notice as each glide took longer and some even required a flap or two of her wings to remain in the air.\n\n\"Feathers?\" Vena said, breathing a little heavier than normal as she leapt off the cliff-wall once again, eyes focused on the path ahead rather than the other wall. \"I think we're running out of spots to perch...\"" }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"Very much so... It would take a very long time to dry out, and longer until they are flight-worthy again...\"\nThe very notion seemed to sadden the little harpy, the vibrancy in her trailing glides dimming to a limp float behind Vena. But it quickly picked up as she noticed the changeling's streak of independence. Eventually she stopped pointing the outcroppings out entirely, enjoying the focus her companion had developed in such a short time.\n\nThere was visible excitement as Vena began to fly. Of course it was rudimentary; the equivalent of treading water, but to reach it so quickly was elating. Kynia landed above her, pointing to the horizon with an outstretched wing.\n\"Then don't. A bird does not beat their wings every time they wish to fly, you have proven a capable glider. Watch.\"\nSomething akin to a smirk parted the harpy's lips, kicking off from the cliff-face and cutting through the air. Her wings barely moved, yet she sweeped through the air with a before unseen elegance. She flapped twice, each time a hard and powerful beat before returning to the glide. She soon perched once more, significantly smaller than any time before. An unfurled wing waved towards Vena, her grin visible even from this distance." }, { "author": "Vena", "message": "Vena watched in awe as Kynia gave her a brief showing of what a harpy could do with the expertise gained by flying since they were likely a child. She couldn't so much as turn without first perching on a cliff-wall and jumping forward but Kynia made it look like they could move in the air as easily as she walked without even a flap of their wings.\n\n\"Show-off\" Despite being impressed, Vena still couldn't help but grumpily mumble to herself as she slowly glided past the cliff walls and into open air.\n\nSomething immediately felt different with the two improvised safety nets to her side and Vena felt some stress begin to build inside her. Pushing past it, she attempted to mimic the movement Kynia had displayed earlier and leaned her body to the left a little too far. She immediately began drifting to the left and downwards at worringly fast speeds, eventually abandoning the maneuver and righting herself with a flurry of flaps and very loud, distressed squawks.\n\n\"Calm down. You've got wings, Kynia's here, you're safe.\" Vena said to herself inbetween deep breaths as her glide continued. Another glance downward quickly dissuaded her from feeling too safe though and Vena opted to keep her eyes shut for a while as she shouted back at Kynia, a small tremble in her voice.\n\n\"I don't think I can turn, I'll just fall! The ah- wind feels real good though, this is nice. Exciting.\"\n\nThe last part seems more like a poor attempt to convince herself to feel like her usual risk-taker self than for Kynia, even if she's shouting it at the top of her lungs." }, { "author": "Kynia Cael", "message": "\"You will be fine if you fall, so just try it. Bend your wings more when you turn, it will keep you less rigid.\"\nWhile Kynia's voice was loud enough to be heard over the whirling winds, her tone was flat and matter-of-fact. There was no space for jests, not when Vena was trying so earnestly. It was easy to turn one's wings into hard boards, especially during your first few unassisted flights... Gliding is a simpler matter; moving from perch to perch being one of the easier skills to learn." } ]	190	3,752
227.652174	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Lysira", "message": "The wind howled like a banshee through the pines, snow blowing in a frightening display of white. Ice crystals danced a confliction of beauty and pain, stinging her face and hands as she bowed her hooded head against the onslaught. Each step was an effort to exact her own will against the elements.\n\nThe trees offered little help in cutting the ferocity of the blizzard, dumping great sheets of snow off of their limbs in resounding Thumps, or entire branches coming down with thunderous cracks, wood splintering under the weight. \nShe had lost her horse in the storm, feared him dead at the bottom of a ravine she had come upon just as the storm hit and he had bucked and spun, throwing her before thundering off into the sheets of white. \nHer gold eyes lifted, to search the landscape, though she could see only a few feet ahead. Ice clung to her lashes and burned her cheeks. Her hands were closed in rabbit fur, which also lined her hood, white as the snow she fought. \n\nBut there was something within sight, a great maw of darkness ahead where an odd luminous light flashed briefly. An entrance to a cave and shelter from the storm. She stumbled out of the grip of the wind and ice, hand braced against the wall of the cavern, letting herself catch her breath. Once the torrent had been blocked from her, she took a moment to explore the wide cavern. Someone else had taken shelter once. There was still the stones of a fire, though scattered now. But wood was stacked, mostly dry. Heaven sent \nShe pushed off the heavy coat she wore, which dropped with a thud to the ground, revealing a long sleeved tunic embroidered in celtic runes, a sword belted at her hip. Thick woolen breeches tucked into sturdy boots edged in fur. \nShe pulled the mittens from her hands and set about shaving off bits of bark from one of the branches, making tinder." }, { "author": "cyberraptor2930", "message": "Ryll rode his horse through the white torrent of snow. The horse stumbled within the heavy snow, shrieking weakly from hours braving the elements. Ryll placed a gentle hand on its mane, feeling its weak breath vibrate against his hand. He knew it didn't have much left in it. Glancing around, his crimson eyes barely visible beneath his black hood, his lower face concealed by a bandana, revealing only his eyes and a hint of his cursed purple Drow skin.\n\nHis eyes fixated on a dark cave in the distance. Leaning down to his horse, he brought his mouth close to its ear. \"It's okay, boy. It's almost over,\" His words sparked a final burst of energy in the horse as it trudged towards the cave entrance.\n\nRyll dismounted, nearly tripping as his armored boots emerged in the freezing cold of the snow. He tucked into himself trying his best to to escape the biting wind with his cloak to no avail. Amidst the blizzard, he couldn't see the woman inside the cave.\nSecuring his horse, he stabbed a dagger into the cave wall and wrapped the reins around it. Turning around, he could now fully observe the cave. Spotting the woman, he instinctively drew his two daggers, assuming a defensive stance. His red eyes, initially fierce, softened as he analyzed her. With the initial shock gone, he realized she was likely seeking shelter, yet the presence of a sword suggested she knew how to use it.\n\n\n\"Got enough room for two, or...\" He trailed off, gripping his blades tightly and waving them, conveying the message." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She was so weary, and the spark was refusing to take, going out twice as it struggled in the damp shavings. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand, pausing to work her cold fingers into movement. \nHearing the crunch of snow and scuff of horse hoof, sent adrenaline surging and the warrior turned, rising at once to her feet to draw an elven blade before even seeing his. An instinctual discipline, born of countless trials.. The Shink Of metal echoed on the walls. \n Drow She thought. Could it be worse-could be orc. At least some drow could be reasoned with.* -would he be one? \n\"I was here first... So ye better leave yer blades at the entrance if ye seek shelter here.\" Her voice held the clear power of a commander, and the undeniable accent of gaelic tones." }, { "author": "cyberraptor2930", "message": "Clad in black leather and plated armor, almost like ranger, he wore a snow-caked cloak. His large daggers weren't his only weapons; throwing knives adorned his belt and leg straps, and a bag held supplies and archaeological artifacts.\n\nAnalyzing the woman's body language, he sensed her experience as a warrior. Considering his current condition, a fight seemed unwise. Backing away, he lowered his daggers.\n\n\"I can be agreeable.\" With a single finger, he pulled down his bandana, revealing his weathered but handsome face, marked with battle scars from years of raiding.\n\n\"Only fair if you join me, right?\" He smiled, gesturing from her to the blade in her hands. Edging towards the cave's mouth, he prepared to leave his blades if she agreed." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Her gold eyes narrowed just as the bit of fire she had struck lit, a crackling of small twigs... A glimmer of light to dance off the sea crystals woven into her long braids. She had to tend that fire or it would go out quickly. She also had other weapons, though prefered her sword, but she shook her head. \"I'll keep my blade. I was here first.\" She did sheathe the weapon though, and unbelted it... Sliding it into the darkness of the extended cave Behind Her. Who knew what lurked in those vast echoing chambers. Her weapon was close enough to lunge for if he turned briggand on her and in the meantime, that fire would be crucial for their survival. \nWith a watchful eye that he set his weapons down, she sank to her knees to try to keep that precious flame burning long enough to bring them life-giving warmth." }, { "author": "cyberraptor2930", "message": "Ryll briefly frowned, his face contorting into a grimace. He seemed on the verge of retorting but restrained himself. He didn't need his blades to defend himself, he chose not to let pride interfere. Watching her tend to the fire, he concluded it wasn't worth the dispute, especially given their bad conditions due to the storm. Discarding his weapons by the cave's mouth, he arranged the visible knives on the ground, careful to keep them out of the snow. Only a small knife in his boot remained, just in case.\n\nJoining her by the fire, Ryll knelt down, removing his hood and the rest of his bandana. A sigh of relief escaped as his head embraced the warmth of the burgeoning fire.\n\nAn apprentice of infernal magics and dark sorcery, Ryll had acquired some spells. Conjuring a small bit heat and flame would come easily to him. Extending his hand toward the fire, he subtly infused it with a bit of magical heat, unnoticed to the naked eye but aiding the fire's growth." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Her hands were half numb, which she was thankful he did not know about, as she held them to the sudden burst of flames. She spent time carefully stacking the wood in a way that it would fall inward and not out of the circle of stones, and burn efficiently. As the heat began to thaw the deep chill out of her bones, she set her gold gaze upon him, then ... His horse. That beast was probably going to save his life come daylight, and get him out of the mountain pass... If the blizzard settled. If not, they would be stuck there. She was dead tired, but there was no way she could sleep now. Not and keep an eye on him. \n\"Were ye tryin' ta make it over the pass when the storm hit?\" \nThe firelight expanded onto the walls around them, revealing a glitter of quartz. Threads of it ran through the granite stone making strange runic patterns on the walls. The light bathed her features in a warm glow, a face that had seen hard battle, yet still kept some sort of youthful appearance." }, { "author": "Ryll T'aer", "message": "Ryll began shedding layers of snow-caked overwear, removing his cloak and bags, strategically placing them before the crackling fire to dry them. Nestling closer to the warmth, he rubbed his hands together, finally allowing himself to relax and embrace of the heat. The tension that marked there initial confrontation with the woman had dissipated; he seemed far more at ease now. Convinced that if she harbored ill intentions, she would have acted already\nHis gaze fixated on the woman, now able to truly take in her presence. Illuminated by the cave's luminescence, she appeared beautiful, yet Ryll, not one to easily be swayed by such allure, saw a warrior first and a woman second. Her armor, physique, scars, and the way she held her sword – she embodied the essence of a warrior, earning Ryll's respect.\n\"Yes, quite the unexpected foil. Usually, storms like this come with warnings, but what can I say? I've always had shit luck,\" He smiled at the woman, his crimson eyes reflecting the flames' glow. \"I'm an explorer, you could say. Been searching for...\" He paused, a moment of hesitation hanging in the air, \"...Artifacts. Explored a few and was heading towards my next target when this blighted storm struck.\" As he spoke, he wiped the last remnants of snow off his body, revealing the weariness of his journey" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She set her hand against the back of the cave wall and slid to a sitting position before the fire, wincing slightly. Drawing up one knee to her chest, she fed small sticks into the fire, watching them shrivel in the heat of the flame. \n\"Tis a strange storm this. I'm thinkin' tis no normal blizzard. Not the way it came out of the south... Seems a strange direction. She listens to his explanation of what he is doing in the mountains and the hesitation on searching for artifacts is not lost on her. Damn drow... Why did you have to be handsome? I'll bet yer huntin' somethin' ye dinna think I'll approve of. An' if that's the case... Her hand curls lightly against her boot, a casual movement, but one that presses against the leather in such a way as to hide the blade that had shifted in its sheath and was starting reveal itself. \n\"Seems yer a might far off to be findin' Artifacts Way up in these mountains.\" She lets the suspicion enter her voice, just to keep him on edge." }, { "author": "Ryll T'aer", "message": "\"Yes, artifacts, history, scripts. There's so much power in history. The legends we tell, which repeat again and again. Those who know the past have the future,\" His words carried a hint of forced sarcasm. Despite his charismatic tone, Ryll couldn't entirely mask the significance of the topic. His eyes gleamed with wonder as he spoke. His ambitions were multifaceted, but the pursuit of artifacts held a crucial place.\nRyll sought demonic remnants in these mountains, remnants of wars from the beginning of time. His goal: demonic artifacts and knowledge, with the hope of acquiring a hellshard's power. Raised in a raiding warrior society, he once preyed on nearby settlements, a apex predator among raiders. However, a second chance at life changed his perspective, pushing him to break free and strive for something more then the cycle of death and life, even if it meant embracing infernal hellish powers, dragon, or even the divine. Ryll was determined to control his fate, even if it damned him. Because he couldn't live with himself if he didn't \nReady to say more, he stopped himself, realizing he was getting ahead of himself. Cursing his momentary lapse in judgement All it took was a pretty face for me to let my guard down\nA softness that had briefly surfaced vanished.\n\n\"Enough about that. How did you end up in this?\" He asked , redirecting the conversation." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "His words rang true to her ears, surprising to be coming from a drow. She settled more easily to listen to him speak, now that she was warmed. She could really use a drink of water, but had lost her pack along with her horse, all of her supplies gone. She would search for it once the storm had abated, but if she didn't find it, she would have a hard time trekking out of these mountains with just the clothes on her back. She'd done it before, decades ago, but it was not going to be a pleasant journey. \n\"I love history, personally. An' books. I believe our greatest treasure is knowledge. To know all there is ... Grants great power. Course... One must learn ta use that power wisely... Otherwise yer just another dictator who ends up on the pointy end of a spear. \nMyself... \" Here her gold eyes might give the faint hint of an alternate shift in color, a flicker of emerald in those gold hues... Too brief to know if that was just a trick of the light. \"I am on my way to Aismir. Just a destination. No particular purpose. I just finished a mercenary trek escorting some merchants to Hearths-Keep. I like to keep moving.\" And not stay tied down to anyone or any place.. That always leads to emotions... And emotions lead to difficult choices." }, { "author": "Ryll T'aer", "message": "Ryll became enthralled in the conversation, leaning closer to the blazing fire.\n\"Yes, that's why it's not for everyone. The many fools of the world outweigh the bright, and thank the universe for that,\" He smirked, briefly getting up to fetch a satchel of water from his bag. After a few sips, he tossed it to the ground next to Lysira, with a look from it he turned his attention back to her.\nObservant, his gaze lingered on her shimmering eyes. Though brief, he wasn't hiding the fact that he was checking her out. Though her eyes were most catching his eyes wandered down her body, taking in her clothing and body \n\"I always refused those sorts of contracts. When I was a little younger, I used to do a little mercenary work myself,\" He admitted, his warrior's body and scars suggesting that he hadn't always been the explorer he claimed. But it wasn't his life as a mercenary that has left those scars but his past as a tribesman of the savage Morthuul clan which had truly shaped him into the warrior he had become." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She shifted her weight and reached for the water bag. Thank the gates he had some. She uncapped it and drank deeply, closing her eyes as the liquid refreshed her, easing some of the fatigue. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and tossed it back. \n\"My thanks fer that.\" She suddenly wondered about his name. \"I am Lysira Farraige, \" Pronouncing it far ru gah, rolling the r's. She decided to leave off her titles. They certainly meant nothing here on this night. \nAnd had he just said that he was grateful for there being more fools in the world than bright minds? That amused her. Her own gaze took time to appreciate his form.. Her warrior eyes assessing his skill though the play of honed muscles, his quiet grace. She could tell he had fighting skill and, like the sioda warrior she was, could only wonder what it would be to test that skill to her own. \nShe gave a slight shrug and a small smile curled the corner of her mouth at his words about avoiding mercenary work.\n \"Well, a girl's got ta eat.\" Her gold eyes holding a gleam of mirth. When she smiled, it changed her features, softening them into something almost akin to beauty -not quite... Her's was a hard grace, still, it didn't hurt." }, { "author": "Ryll T'aer", "message": "\"Oh, where are my manners? I apologize. Ryll T'aer,\" He introduced himself with pride, savoring the significance of his name.\n\n\"No, no, I commend you. Babysitting merchants while they complain about how hard their simple lives are... It's something I could never do,\" He expressed, his eyes wandering to the cave surroundings. His time as a merchant wasn't a phase he cared to dwell on, merely a means to an end after leaving the caves of the Underdark and the Morthuul clan.\n\n\"In truth, I worked as a mercenary for a few years. The vast majority of my contracts were bounty contracts,\" He mentioned, a playful undertone in his voice challenging her with the mention \n\"Is there a bounty in Aismir? Or something else,\" He asked, the playfulness in his tone contrasting with the intensity in his gaze. His red eyes locked onto hers, searching for any subtle reaction on her face" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She met his gaze with her own level one, not flinching in the slightest. This one was... Very different from other drow she had met. She tilted her head, not breaking their eye contact. One of her braids slid across her shoulder, a few crystals woven into it catching the light from the fire and dancing small motes over the wall of the cave like a fire fly. \n\"A bounty?... I'm no bounty hunter, ifn' that is what yer implyin'. I just help merchants get their wares from one place to the other.. Mayhaps I protect them... From the likes of yerself, Ryll T'aer.\"\n Her command of his language, speaking his name with the correct influction, might impress him. Or not. But it would give him a hint that she was much more than she was proclaiming. A mercenary? Surely there was a very rich history in her own past that she only alluded to." }, { "author": "Ryll T'aer", "message": "\"From the likes of myself? Hmmm,\" Ryll responded with amusement. Instead of frustration, he seemed to be relishing the challenge. Raising his hand, he turned it around, drawing attention to his purple skin—dark and shining against the orange light.\n\n\"Does being a drow make you nervous?\" His question carried an accusatory tone, revealing hidden hurt. Despite his facade of enjoying being feared, a part of him longed for acceptance and love. Ryll, a man of vast ambitions, didn't include love among them. Yet, he was a man with a broken core, deeply insecure and scared, willing to do anything to control the world around him.. He scooted his body over to the water bottle taking another brief sip. The sip of someone that knows how to actually conserve water" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She chuffs a small laugh then her golden eyes almost took on smokey undertones as she looked at him from beneath a lowered head - a predatory gaze, full of challenge. \"Do I look nervous?\" She wrapped an arm around her updrawn knee, resting her chin upon it while she watched him. \"Green, blue... Purple...\" Her brow gave a small twitch of amusement. \"Skin color has nuthin' ta do with what's inside a person... Or what makes them tick. I'm curious what makes yerself tick, Ryll T'aer. I'm thinkin' yer much more complicated than yer tryin' ta appear.\" Her eyes roam over him for emphasis. She's noticed he is conserving his water and she smiles to herself, she had drank her fill, just in case they ended up in blows. Now she was refreshed and ready to fight. It had been his water, afterall. No skin off her back." }, { "author": "Ryll T'aer", "message": "Ryll chuckled, attempting to steer the conversation away from himself swiftly. He gestured towards his bag, which held relics and artifacts from various ruins, most stemming from the demon dragon war. Though the bag was closed, a chain from an amulet spilled out from the top, having slipped out when he opened it.\n\n\"As I said, I'm just an explorer. I've done many things in my life and seen many edges of this world. My curiosity drives me. It always ate away at me. When I didn't have the answers, I always needed them. So now, I make sure I always have the answers,\" He explained, briefly lost in thought, reflecting on the dark truths he had uncovered. Memories of when demons played with his mind surfaced, a time when he felt helpless to their mental torture. However, he had since hardened himself, determined never to be powerless again.\n\n\"Your the one not being honest. No one just travels through the mountains alone with a blade it to travel\"" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She sees a flicker of something haunted in his eyes, some past horror. But they all had those, didn't they? Her own recent encounter with a demon-were-beast and the subsequent aftermath rears fresh in her mind, bringing a twitch of repressed grief to the corner of her mouth. She had remarkably few visible scars, though most of her is covered by hardened armor or padded tunic, and he wouldn't see the fierce knot of healed scar tissue on her abdomen. But there is a fine scar that lines her lower cheek from her ear to almost the tip of her jaw. \n\n\"Curiosity killed the cat,\" She muses. Her gaze drops to the chain hanging from his bag. \"Looks like ye've collected somethin' of interest there..\" She nods to his bag. \"Is there a story behind it? We've many hours ahead of us, an' not likely either of us trusts the other to sleep. Might as well swap stories.\" \n\nThere is a faint ...Ever so faint sound deep within the darkness of the cavern... Possibly just a rat or movement of water on stone." }, { "author": "Ryll T'aer", "message": "\"The cat could get killed, or it could gain understanding of its world that no other cat could comprehend,\" He laughed, lightening the mood.\n\nFollowing her gaze to the necklace, he retrieved the chain, gently pulling it by the end. Holding it up to the light for a moment, Ryll revealed a tribal necklace, its bone chain adorned with a wrapped trinket. Blood caked the chain, a mixture of his and others. The trinket appeared chipped, slashed at the corner. Leaning over, his purple chest was exposed, showcasing a slash where the necklace used to lay.\n\n\"Just an old necklace from when I was younger,\" He explained briefly, avoiding delving into his time within the Morthuul clan. After the brief look, he carefully stowed it back in his bag, ensuring it was securely closed. Such necklaces were common among his clan, meant as good luck charms and trophies adorned with bones and gems as warriors gained kills and glory. The wound that nearly killed him shattered his necklace, causing him to see it as a bad luck charm thereafter.\nWith the sound coming from deeper within the cave, his face whipped to the source. His eyes would take in the darkness, the trained eyes of a predator which once stalked the under dark" }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "Her mouth quirked at his humor, which twice now, has mirrored her own. Her eyes follow his movement as he reveals the amulet. As he speaks, her gaze falls on his chest, noting the scar. A discarded amulet, never the less, one he kept. Sentimental value? He did not seem the type, yet again.. So that was another reveal to his inner psyche. She is about to respond when the sound and his alert response brings her to her feet, eyes searching the darkness. She side steps toward her sword, a few feet away, her movements reflecting the silence of a shadow.\nShe glances at him briefly, her eyes and expression conveying her words silently Looks like we have company." }, { "author": "Ryll T'aer", "message": "Within a split second, Ryll was on his feet, extracting his last dagger from his boot with supernatural grace. His entire being shifted into a state of readiness, his glare fixated on the shadow. His eyes briefly darted from her to the dagger in his hand, a silent promise to explain later. But in that fleeting moment, his attention was solely on his target.\n\nBounding forward, Ryll danced around the fire with a series of sidesteps, moving swiftly towards the shadow. He didn't concern himself with the woman; his focus was on his prey. His arm pulled back as he approached, muscles tensing in preparation for a leaping slash at whatever lurked in the darkness." }, { "author": "Lysira", "message": "She had swept up her sword in an easy move, pulling the blade free and setting down her scabbard. She didn't miss that he had pulled a dagger from his boot, not surprised in the least. Her eyes studied him, not the possible movement in the cavern. She was gauging his fighting skill, speed, dexterity, where he set the balance of his weight, and how he held his blade. In that moment she knew she could have slain him,- taken his horse- with his attention fully on whatever was lurking. Did he already trust her so completely? That surprised her. \nThen her attention focused on the movement in the cave, her own posture sliding into readiness... Muscles moving like a lioness on the prowl." } ]	215	5,236
273.172414	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "After having done some work, Severus travelled from Miller Dale to the southern mountains. The journey was long and arduous, but Severus was used to the isolation and remembered the fastest way to get there. The route he took was a winding path through the mountain range, dotted with snow-capped peaks. As usual when on his journey, he was well-equipped, with three swords at the ready: two on his left hip and one on his right. The early morning was still and quiet, with a thin layer of frost on the ground. It was quite chilly and pleasing...\n\nUpon every step, he noticed that the snow layer slowly to get thicker and thicker. That reminded him of a coincidence meeting he had with Elijah, a Knotting master, who taught him the knotting techniques that he would still use till then. He sighed as he remembered about that odd moment, but all was just memory. The footsteps of the Dark Knight recklessly left behind created a trail of sunken snow. At some part of the path, if there was thinner layers of snow, he would lift his legs higher to move quicker.\n\nNow and then, Severus paused to admire the beauty of the mountain landscapes, but he was focused on his target and soon began to climb higher and higher up the southern slopes.\n\n\"If they were right... The giants would reside somewhere...\"\n\nHowever, Severus' peaceful jaunt through the mountains was soon interrupted by a strange sight. As he crested a ridge, he spotted a figure ahead of him. Severus was immediately on guard, his hand instinctively moving to his sword. Surrounding this place standing large pines raising up into the sky." }, { "author": "karasuakai.", "message": "Off in the distance could be seen what looks like a female figure walking along the path of snow through the mountains with her back to the man. She had long orange hair that seemed to go down to her back, and was wearing a black rather high quality dress. But what stood out the most was a small orange glow coming from her hands, leaving a path of melted snow and steam wherever she walked.\n\nLayla would just be traversing the mountains on foot to avoid being seen by any travelers in her Pheonix form. Not being able to fly very well within the cold and snow. Looking back and noticing the large knight figure behind her, not paying it too much mind as she treds through she snow slowly letting the snow melt as she walks." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Was that... A hell lady? Her appearance appeared to be a higher noble. However, such a fragile girl girl would do here, in the middle of the wilderness, in the path to the Den of Giants, and more important... She seemed to neglect the cold completely. Severus could pretend to be a royal knight on his way on mission to ask for more information about that person. As he planned in his mind, he raised voice,\n\n\"Hey Miss over there. I am Severus Lavendrature, a royal knight from Miller Dale. Please, if you are just an civilian, you should not advance further into the mountain range.\"\n\nSlowly and steadily, he held his odachi firmly, ready to fly it at any moment. Because he knew that there was something about her. The amount of life energy coming from her was otherworldly. It was not like a giant, not like anything Severus had felt before. It was magnificent and superabundant..." }, { "author": "Layla Runestorm", "message": "The lady would look back down at the knight, letting out a slight chuckle as she slowly steps closer to him. As she steps closer it can be seen that within her hands are two bright flames softly flickering within her palms as they melt the snow around her. Stopping in her tracks just outside of weapons reach as the flames in her palms extinguish, but this close can be seen her eyes glowing a warm tone of orange, emitting the slightest bit of light\n\n\"My name is Layla, Layla Runestorm. I am just a traveler, you need not worry Sir Lavendrature I am sure to watch my step. But I appreciate the voice of concern\"\n\nShe spoke with a clear mature voice, a soft smile on her face showing no form of hostility, up close he can see there are no weapons on her body, not even any traveling packs or bags. Her hands gently clasping behind her back as her eyes travel across the mans figure, taking note of his swords and his whole body that is covered with plate armor" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus weighed his options, the air around him charged with the tension of the unknown. Despite Layla's disarming demeanor, his instincts screamed caution. He could not ignore the incongruity of her presence in such a desolate place, nor the supernatural warmth that seemed to radiate from her being.\n\n\"Miss Runestorm,\" Severus began, his voice steady yet imbued with a hint of curiosity, \"Your journey through these mountains is most... Unusual. Forgive my intrusion, but one does not often encounter a traveler so unburdened by the elements—or by armament, for that matter.\"\n\nHe paused, allowing the silence to punctuate his words. \"I must confess, your path and purpose here intrigue me. While I have no desire to impede your passage, I am bound by duty to ensure the safety of these lands. Might I inquire as to the nature of your travels?\" What a great lie was that... He even admired himself for that.\n\nSeverus' hand remained close to his odachi, not out of aggression, but as a silent testament to his readiness. The mountains held many secrets, and he was determined to uncover whether Layla was a mere wanderer or a harbinger of something more profound.\n\nSeverus' gaze narrowed inside the metal helmet, his mind racing with possibilities. His eyes glowed as he glanced at her. \"Layla Runestorm,\" He said, his tone measured, \"These mountains are treacherous, and not just because of the terrain. They harbor creatures and secrets that many would not dare to confront. It is rare to see someone so... At ease here.\"\n\nHe took a step forward, his presence commanding yet not threatening. \"You wield a power that is unfamiliar to me, one that defies the biting cold and shapes the very snow beneath our feet. I must ask, what brings you here, so near to the Den of Giants? Is it mere coincidence, or do you seek something within these peaks?\"\n\nSeverus watched her closely, searching for any sign of deceit or evasion. \"And if I may be so bold, your attire and the attitude you exude are not those of an ordinary traveler. Are you fleeing, seeking, or perhaps... Pursuing something?\"\n\nThe knight waited, his senses alert, knowing that her response could unveil much about the mysterious traveler and the nature of her journey through the mountain's heart. Little did he know who was she and what could she possibly do. In fact, he did completely forget that the woman just simply ignored his malicious aura. It took him a brief moment to remember how would normal people react when seeing him. They would be filled with rage... Or fear... Or anger. Was she so brave and confident. Or she was something else? Or... She just did not reach the range of the power so that she had not been inflicted yet?" }, { "author": "Layla Runestorm", "message": "Layla watched the knight closely as he spoke, her eyes traveling from head to toe of his attire. In the back of her mind unsure as to why a knight who is suppose to be from Miller Dale is around these mountains, something seemed off but it's not something she could just assume for she did not wish for any conflict way up here in the mountains.\n\n\"I am just a simple traveling mage, that is all there is to it. I do not have any I'll intent and travel across the entirety of Eularia is how I occupy myself. Usually I have faster means of travel but you see mountains are a bit of a hassle crossing in my years of life\"\n\nShe stepped back a little as he got closer, still being weary of this stranger in which she knows nothing about, but also she just gets a slight gut feeling that keeps prodding at her that this knight may have more to claim than meets the eye. Saying out if arms reach her manner stays the same for the most part, a warm smile across her face and a soft but clearly spoken and mature voice\n\n\"You shouldn't be so quick to judge a mage Sir Lavendrature, we're full of limitless unknown potential. As for myself I am not fleeing or seeking anything in particular, I have faced quite a few giants within my life, some of who were quick to befriend, others were not. So I have no fear of these mountains, I just seek passage on my journey\"\n\nShe said in a calm confident manner, the only thing that she could not shake from thought is just being around this knight made her almost uneasy, a feeling she's felt before but something that just tells her to keep her distance." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "As expected from a mysterious lady, it was hard to question her. Leave alone the possibility that she would not do something unprecedented.\n\n\"I afraid that... I could not let you go without knowing everything for sure.\"\n\nGiants were not creatures that could joke about as they could cause devastating destruction due to their massive size. However, this lady could BE FRIEND with giants. Such a fabulous feat for a mysterious lady. Severus quickly concluded that she was for sure suspicious. Her presence was out of this world already...\n\n\"I can tell if someone was... Normal or not by just looking at them. As I said earlier, you're just not so normal looking to me. May I ask if you attended Sihirisium's courses?\"" }, { "author": "Layla Runestorm", "message": "\"Hmmm Sihirisium... That name does not sound familiar on the top of thought. What kind of courses are these?\"\n\nLayla said in a curious voice, hoping that this man won't cause any issues during her simple travels. Her mind thinking how this knight doesn't seem too normal himself, too much seems a little suspicious about him. She would be careful not to bring it up, as to not make him even more suspicious of her than he already is\n\n\"If you don't mind me asking Sir Lavendrature, but what's a knight of Miller Dale doing so far in these mountains? It's just the curiosity getting to me is all\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"You don't know... Sihirisium?\"\n\nSihirisium was renown for their college and wise scholars. Severus had not got there himself but soon... That said, the fact that the lady had no idea what Sihirisium was confirmed that she was just... Nothing but odd.\n\nHe continued, \"Knights from Miller Dale are often commissioned throughout this northern region. It's our duty to be well-versed in the lands we protect.\" And yet, that was another perfect lie that he admired himself again for be able to make up that.\n\nThe lady's ignorance of Sihirisium suggested a limited understanding of their world, perhaps even more so than Severus. The Dark Knight had improved a lot since the beginning. But there was still one thing that he could not understand, and it was this world's currency called \"Coins\". Well, that did not matter anyways.\n\nBecause of the fact that she... Might be an unknown... Ermmm... Ermm... Even Severus found that complicated...\n\n\"Excuse me... But.. Because of your enigmatic nature I'll have to investigate furthermore.\"\n\nWith a fluid motion, he unsheathed the long odachi he had been holding for the whole time. The blade gleaming ominously while he slowly pointed it at her, hinting an incoming fight. His stance was upright, assertive and not defensive.\n\n\"Sihirisium boasts the finest college in these lands. I would suggest you going there\" Severus said, his gaze unwavering. \"But first, I must uncover the truth of your identity.\"" }, { "author": "Layla Runestorm", "message": "As soon as the knight began to unsheath his sword, she stepped back quite a few steps, not wanting to get into a conflict if she really doesn't have to. Her hands still held behind her back as her eyes scanned the entire landscape, looking for various ledges that tower above the two a little due to the pathway being within a valley.\n\n\"What kind of knight pulls their blade out on a lady armed with nothing but the clothes on her back? I already told you I am but only a traveling mage.\"\n\nHer entire demeanor was still very calm even while being threatened, her suspicions about him coming true. Continuing to slowly step back from the knight as she planned to get away from him if he kept being as aggressive as he was. Seeing a ledge where she could potentially blink to, to at least be above the valley a bit.\n\n\"If you wish to know more about me there are more things to do that don't result in violence\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"The prowess dwells within you is betraying your appearance, Miss.\"\n\nHe shook his head in disagree.\n\n\"Not everyday has a worthy opponent for a knight. My apologies... But I wish to reveal that power myself.\"\n\nHis glowing eyes stared at Layla, determination filled him within. After finishing his words, he quickly dashed towards her, forcing the snow under his feet to be pushed to the sides. Holding the sword firmly, it took him a mere second to slash it down at the mysterious lady." }, { "author": "Layla Runestorm", "message": "Almost as soon as Layla hears the metal clanking of his armor as he starts to dash at her, one of her hands that was behind her back reach to the side with a bright glowing fire ball in her palms. She squeezed down on the fire ball as she lept back trying to avoid the attack as suddenly she would disappear in a small fiery explosion sending small embers all around her. She re appeared just above the pathway on a small ledge in the mountains with another bright flash of fire.\n\n\"Well the cats out of the bag now. Now that you know the truth will you stand back, and stop this recklessness. Or do you really wish to get turned to dust up on these mountains\"\n\nHer voice spoke out with a mature commanding authority, as he can now see her for what she truly is. Two large fiery wings adorned in bright feathers extend from her back, letting off the same effect as a roaring fire. The edges of her back dress become tattered and crackle as it burns slightly, and on the sides of her head feathers radiating a bright light sprout out. Her entire body seems to have a violent flame wisping around it, being able to feel the heat from far away as he is. She stands up on this ridge looking down at the knight, her eyes glaring and glowing as she watches him closely." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus' dead heart pounded with a mixture of awe and a warrior's fervor as he beheld the majestic phoenix before him. He smirked, as if he just hit the jackpot. The carmine eyes reflected not just the fiery spectacle but also the burning desire to engage in a fight that would test his mettle to its limits. His eyes glowed in pure excitement.\n\nThe air around them crackled with energy, the once serene snowscape now a battlefield where each snowflake seemed to dance in the heat of Layla's flames. The mountains stood silent, their peaks like solemn witnesses to the impending clash, their craggy faces etched with the scars of many winters.\n\nDespite the disparity in their powers, Severus could not quell the thrill that surged through him. He was, after all, a so-called knight, and knights sought glory in the face of overwhelming odds. His sword, though it seemed a mere metal against Layla's inferno, was held with unyielding grip, its edge catching the light of the flames and the setting sun.\n\n\"Your fire may be fierce, Layla,\" Severus called out, his voice carrying over the embers that danced between them. \"But know this... My resolve is forged in the very same flames!\"\n\nWith a determined step, Severus advanced slowly, his movements deliberate, knowing full well that his strength was not in overpowering Layla but in enduring her assault. The snow beneath his feet hissed, melting into slush, yet he pressed on, sword raised, not as a barrier to stop her fire, but as a testament to his unbreakable will.\n\nThe stage was set, the elements at play, and the duel between fire and fortitude began...\n\nUnder the shadow of Layla's holy display, with a vulnerability to magical fire, especially that of a phoenix's holy flames, he had to rely on strategy and the unique abilities of his swords. But he should not let her know about his weakness...\n\nWithout a word, the rapier that was resting in its sheath for the whole time unexpectedly moved on it own, quickly removed itself from its protector. Its pointy end whistling as it pierced the cold air, darting towards Layla." }, { "author": "Layla Runestorm", "message": "She looks down at him, a clear glare shooting right through his body as she stood above him on the ridge, her hands would be engulfed in flames as she held back from approaching him, not wanting this to be an up close fight if it turns into one. She specifically notices the floating sword pointed at her, making sure to not lose track of it but also keep her eyes on the knight below her.\n\n\"You fool, I do not wish to fight you but I won't hesitate if you continue this act of yours. Lay down your weapons and we shall go our separate ways\"\n\nLayla scoffed a little, knowing she can outrun him but being careful about his rapier. Her wings would slowly extend out from her back, putting off a display of intense heat and brightness. Slowly a few feathers would pluck themselves from the wings, gently floating above her shoulders, surrounded in a ball of fire as they aim and point at him. The feathers themselves becoming sharp as knives as she holds them above her, not wanting to provoke him or make the first move." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus shook his head, not hiding his intention. Fire might be his enemy, but he was fearless. The rapier pierced the air, flying it a suprisingly fast speed towards its only target, the heart of the phoenix. Neither knowing for sure what could possibly kill a phoenix or hurt it at a point of no recovery, he would not let this lucky moment to slip away. That was a real fight, to really understand all of his strength.\n\nOn the ground, his feet planted deep into it, the grips firmly attached to the sword... His eyes scanned over the feathers. They could be magical fire... He ready to sword to counter." }, { "author": "Layla Runestorm", "message": "She stood there watching him, waiting for his move. Quickly noticing when the rapier launches in her direction, lunging to the side to avoid getting hit. At the same time her wings would quickly wrap around her body to cover her front half, using the wings as a shield to take the blow as the rapier launches to her. Moving enough so it runs along her wing, creating a large wound in the center of her wing where the rapier had cut.\n\nWhile her wings shielded her body, all of the feathers floating above her body would quickly shoot in the direction of the knight, scattering a little to make it harder to dodge all of them at once. While this happened the large bleeding laceration along her would slowly start closing up, showing her incredibly fast healing rate" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus's gaze was fixed on the trajectory of his rapier, but the phoenix's feathers, now a flurry of fiery darts acted up and demanded his immediate attention. The scattering piece must for causing a higher chance of hitting Severus. With his sword firmly held in his grip, a deft swing of his sword was made to counter or tear apart major attacks. But the feathers' erratic paths proved a cunning adversary, slipping through his defences to ignite his armour, hindered him in his efforts to put out the blaze.\n\nThe flames, though small, were voracious, burrowing in his metal-clad body and endeared itself deep into the Dark Knight's armour. It could easily reach the fragile flesh inside and sear it to the point of well-done steaks. The recovery would take not too long, still longer than usual, and use more life energy than normal...\n\nThat said, his pain was a mere whisper against the roar of his resolve and nature of an Undead. He lifted his eyes to the phoenix, whose wing was already knitting itself back together, seamless as the unbroken dawn, seeing her wing quickly closing itself to a point as if nothing happened. As expected, it would not be easy to damage a phoenix... The ease of her recovery posed a silent question in Severus- did she feel pain, or was it a fleeting shadow to her immortal flame? Severus, on the other hand, felt nothing but as energetic as possible. He tried to squint to see her expression after the attack.\n\nThe heat from her previous attack had transformed the snowy battlefield into a treacherous slush, granting Severus newfound agility. But the differences in the position gave the lady such a huge advantage. If only he had the ability to fly... He did not have time to develop such an expensive trait.\n\nIn a gesture almost strange and ritualistic, Severus beckoned his rapier back to his command... The rapier, loyal as a hound to its master, was flying away by the suprising counter attack, made a full sharp head turn and dashed like an arrow back to the Phoenix Lady. It focused on aiming at her back. \n\nHe was still trying to make it easy, holding the urge to release more strength, knowing that her full power would potentially stronger than the feathers earlier. Therefore, he should not unleash the second beast inside his grip yet... Even though it was vibrating slightly, telling the Dark Knight to let it join with the sibling fighting up there." }, { "author": "Layla Runestorm", "message": "As his rapier shot past her, cutting up her wing, turning her head to the side. Watching it fly around her as she turned her back to the knight down below, focusing more on the rapier rather than him. As she does so, more fire balls would slowly appear around her, rather than be her feathers engulfed in flames, these were large violent orbs of flame, the energy crackling off from them clearly tells they have a explosive nature to them.\n\nHer attention not completely removed from the knight as she glances down at him every moment or so, but her primary focus is this blade acting like an annoying insect. At this point her attitude is slowly turning from the patient passive aggressive self she's been showing, to a more annoyed and frustrated version, the heat radiating off of her flames getting stronger and stronger making snow all around her melt almost instantly.\n\nHer mind racing as to what's wrong with this guy and why he's being so dam frustrating with her, at this point pushing on her last nerves before she gets really tempered.\n\n\"What's wrong with you, you damned fool. You claim to be such a knight then attack an unarmed girl all because you don't trust what she's been saying even though it's all been true. You make no sense at all\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus smirked slightly at the irritated Phoenix Lady. Her anger proved her aggressive state, but that was not what he demanded from Layla.\n\n\"There's nothing such a right, or wrong. I'm just trying to... Prove an invisible thing.\"\n\nHe gave up the defensive stance and pointed the tip of the sword at her flickering inferno flame. The trajectory of the rapier quickly shifted a minute bit, causing it to pierced through the air over Layla but did not damage her. The loyal sword made a full-stop as long as it reached Severus' side, hovering with its tip up next to the Dark Knight.\n\n\"Divine's blood...\" His words mumbled through his lips. His hand reached out with his index finger touching the blood trail left behind on the shiny blade.\n\n\"I just want to assure safety... For those important to me, and myself. And you...\"\n\nHe grabbed the handle of the rapier, and swung it to his side. The inertial force created caused the blood to give up the perfect blade and splash on the wet ground. As soon as he had done so, he released the sword and let it rest to its sheeth, in its own.\n\n\"Pose a great threat... To those I think deserve to live,\" Those deserve to live Here was the undead and other things, not the mindless ones, but the very unusual races, which human called them demi-human or malefactors. His plan... Was beyond anyone's imagation.\n\n\"That said. If you decide to join My side. You'll be welcomed! Gracefully welcomed. Join me... In the mission of protecting those you love... Family. Friends. And so on... I'll assure... Peace for humanity and demi-humanity.\"\n\nHe opened his arms wide, letting go of the remaining sword in his hand which then floated on its own, as if he was welcoming her most sincerely. His glowing gaze fixed on her eternal flame... Waiting her words." }, { "author": "Layla Runestorm", "message": "Layla's attitude quickly changed from someone who is ready to fight, to just a down right confused face. A little dumbfounded at this knight would attack her, then quickly after asks her to join him, she tried to make sense of it in her head but no matter what she couldn't get it at all.\n\n\"Tell me this, let me just pretend I'll put it passed me that you just tried to attack me. Why are you so interested in me, and what do you mean your side? What sides are there even? You say you'll want to protect those you love and want peace, but what you displayed to me here seems anything but.\"\n\nLayla glaring down at him, seeing his no longer aggressive demeanor, lets out a small sigh as she walks off from the ledge she's on. Before hitting the ground in front of him her wings would stop her fall to a gentle cushion. Still a little defensive, as her wings and feathers slowly disappear around her body, scattering into embers which the wind carries off, going back to looking like just a normal lady. Around her body though most of the fire balls disappeared when she transformed back to her human counterpart, but two of them remain on her sides, showing her slight defensive posture. Not quite trusting him yet." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Everything seemed to go in the right direction as he saw Layla taking back her aggressive attitude, he smirked. It appeared that his words at least had affected her. His odachi slowly flew back to its sheath as keeping it there was no longer necessary. He slowly rested his hands. He knew that he would have to choose his words carefully, otherwise, all his efforts would go in vain.\n\nThe fact that you're a Phoenix is already enough to interested me or anyone.\n\n\"First... It's your origin really caught my attention. Your rebirth from ashes isn't just a spectacle... It's a symbol of resilience, of enduring strength that aligns with our core values.\"\n\nHe began, his voice a calm and resonant baritone that seemed to harmonize with the rustling leaves around them. He clenched his fist and moved to the front of him, making it even more lively along his words. Even though he was just making up all of that, it seemed to be really reasonable and remarkable.\n\n\"Your power is not just for show. It's a force... That can change the course of battles, tilt the scales of fate. In you, I see not just an ally but a force of nature that could help us achieve greatness. Your alliance with us would be more than a mere addition... It would be a transformation!\"\n\nHe paused, allowing his glowing gaze to meet hers, conveying a sense of respect and comradeship.\n\nThe environment around them seemed to hold its breath, the usually chirping crickets falling silent as if in anticipation of her response. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, a testament to the untouched nature of the land they stood upon... The land that had been waiting for a revolution, being ruled by the new great ones, and wanting history to be written.\n\n\"The fire that you command could be the beacon that leads us through darkness... The warmth that holds the cold at bay... With you by our side, we would be a step closer to unstoppable!\"\n\nSeverus's offer hung in the air, as tangible as the mist that began to rise from the earth, wrapping around them like a cloak.\n\n\"Come with us... To the dark's order. Where we will create a new world. Not bathing in blood and chaos... But... Where those like me, and others... And you can live without worrying about the future!\"\n\nHe extended his hand, not as a superior, but as an equal, inviting her to join him not just in battle, but in a journey that could redefine their very destinies.\n\n\"The earlier attack was just me wanting to test myself. And also... To be able to understand you.\"" }, { "author": "Layla Runestorm", "message": "Layla crossed her arms, looking up at the knight and glancing down at his hand extended out to her. Her mind conflicted between if she should trust him or not, the idea about helping to make the world a more peaceful place doesn't seem too bad to her, but Layla is still a little hesitant if she can really trust him, assuming these are his true intentions. But in hind sight it doesn't sound too bad, and if she doesn't like what's happening she could end up putting an end to it.\n\n\"Your offer... Is tempting to say the least... How do I know you're telling the truth about your intentions, making the world a better place for everyone... I'll tell you this, if you can prove to me you have good intent in what you are fighting for, Ill consider joining your group. And speaking of group do you have anyone that can even vouch on your behalf?\"\n\nIt became obvious slowly she was caving in regarding his offer, whether her side that is quick to trust is a good or bad thing only time will tell. She keeps her arms crossed waiting for a response, the cracking fire balls still gently floating above her, but at this point her aggression was mostly gone." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"All good, once everything's set, you'll see the testament...\"\n\nSeverus's hands fell to his sides, a nonchalant shrug lifting his shoulders as she spoke of the proves. All of his genius he got, he spent it all in for the tempting reasons already, so he had nothing much to say. But at least, her burgeoning trust was a sign of hope.\n\nWith a deliberate gesture, he reached out in the chill air and grabbed nothingness, but that nothingness soon formed a mist in form of a pouch. From the ether, a mist began to coalesce, swirling into the form of a pouch that materialised in his grasp. If she took a closer look, she would also see that there was a leather scroll in his grip as well. Quickly, he untied the pouch and procured a handful of white powder.\n\n\"Bone meal, there's nothing special about it, available in any mundane shop,\" He spoke quickly as he tied the bone meal pouch with one hand and casted it skyward. As if by enchantment, it dissipated into the frigid air, becoming one with the mist.\n\nThere was only the leather scroll left in that hand after that. Then, he gently squeezed the bone powder a little bit, some spilled out and mixed with the nascent frost carpeting the ground. He then funneled the remaining powder back into the scroll, folding it with meticulous care. His hand, once again, sliced through the air, this time retrieving a short length of rope. In moments, a new pouch was fashioned, a vessel for the bone meal.\n\n\"This is my own of forging connections,\" Severus explained, his voice a murmur of mystery. \"A conduit for future communication, both ways. For the moment, it serves a singular purpose... When the time comes, I will need you. This bone meal, implied with My essence, will guide my kins to you.\"\n\nOnce the time has come... You will know the true me... The dead under this metal skin... One determination for the kins only...\n\nHe slowly reached Layla, wanting to see her reaction if he went closer... Would his aura have any effect on her after on. And also for a reason, to hand her the pouch." }, { "author": "Layla Runestorm", "message": "As he walked closer to Layla, her arms crossed would get a little tighter, clenching them together for some unknown reason to her. The aura emitting only makes her body tense up, her mental and physical willpower being rather high.\n\nShe would slowly reach out her hand, her palm facing up so he could just drop the pouch onto her hand. Starring at this odd talisman of sorts. With a bit of a sigh, giving in to work with this knight temporarily until she knows more about this dark order. Worse case scenario if something I'll is happening she might be able to put a stop to it or inform others about it before it becomes a problem.\n\n\"Alright... Alright I'll go along with you on this... If what you say is true then it sounds like you're fighting for a good cause . . . Just so we're on the same page, I'm still not forgetting your unprovoked attack. But If* What you're doing is truly good for the world... Then I'd be more than glad to help\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"Just... Consider it was a bit of welcome practices,\" He then cleared his throat. \"I'm looking forwards to your company.\"\n\nAfter saying so, he took a few steps back to his previous position. His hurted flesh finally fully recovered after a while. Though he expected it to be shorter, at least he knew the time it would take to heal.\n\n\"Again, when it's time, I'll find you. As long as you keep the pouch.\"\n\n\nHe stared at the sky slowly turning red. A flock of birds were flying to somewhere in order up in the sky, to an uncertain horizon. The enormous mountains were like swallowing the sun and its light, leaving space for the moon to its throne.\n\n\"Well... It's getting dark.\n\nHe turned his head to Layla to let their gazes meet.\n\n\"Sorry for having hindered you a-... Darkness may be full of mystery, but it also leads the way. May it protects your trails and adorn your flame.\"" }, { "author": "Layla Runestorm", "message": "Layla held the pouch of powder in her hands, looking at it in a bit of a confusing way. She wasn't even sure if this thing could really have magic in it to allow communication through the world. In the end Layla just held onto the pouch looking back over at serverus, the last of the fire balls would slowly fade away around her, going back to her regular human self. Ending up trusting this knight as she gives off a small smile, her eyes meeting his, letting out a small sigh\n\n\"You most certainly have a way of welcoming someone... So is this where we part ways? What will you need of me when you call for me?\"\n\nShe looks to the side a little, before looking up at the sky, watching the sun fade into darkness\n\n\"And I suppose... I'm looking forward to where this journey will lead us too\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus let out a soft chuckle, the sound mingling with the darkness that clung to his form.\n\nThe future is a tapestry of countless threads, and this moment,\" He gestured to the space between them, \"May well be the first stitch in a grand design or merely another fleeting encounter.\n\n\"The future is a tapestry of countless threads, and that moment,\" He gestured to the space between them, \"Will be the first stitch in a grand design.\"\n\nHe assumed a casual stance, hands resting on his hips, one leg bent in a relaxed pose. That was just a mimicry of restfulness in a body that knew no fatigue...\n\n\"Me as well, I'm looking forwards for our future.\"\n\nSeemed like everything was coming to an end as they all had different paths currently. But soon, all would be united." }, { "author": "Layla Runestorm", "message": "Layla took a small string , tying it around the pouch to make a little necklace, and putting it around her neck, tucking it down her dress so it can't be seen from the outside. Slowly turning around and beginning to walk in the direction deeper into the mountains. Back to her travels around the world. Thinking about it this was quite the interesting turn of events that happened, but it was a turn of events she would end up remembering for a long time. As she's walking she turns her head back to serverus and waves back at him*\n\n\"Safe journeys! I hope our paths do cross again in the future\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"You too!\" Severus called out, his voice a steady rumble against the quietude of the encroaching night.\n\nHis hand raised in a final salute. Severus, standing as a silent sentinel, watched her departure.\n\nThe night descended like a curtain, the stars peeking through the fabric of the sky, casting a celestial glow over the land. The once-clear outlines of the mountains were now silhouettes against the indigo canvas, their peaks like the jagged edges of a crown.\n\nThe first snowflakes began to drift down from the heavens, each one a delicate crystal dancing on the whims of the breeze. They settled on Severus's armour, and on the ground around him, a white blanket slowly covering the earth. The snowfall was gentle, a silent symphony that played for no one but the night and those daring enough to venture into its embrace.\n\nSeverus's breath formed clouds of mist as he exhaled, mimicking mortal behaviours. The cold bit at his skin, but he remained motionless, a statue carved from the very essence of the mountain's stoic beauty. The world was hushed, save for the soft whisper of snowflakes meeting the ground, and in this moment, Severus was not just a knight; he was a part of the landscape itself, as timeless and enduring as the mountains he watched over.\n\n\"Oh. Wait. What I got to.\"\n\nSeverus's attention snapped back to the present as he started to advance further into the mountains... To the Den's of Giants." } ]	219	7,922
61.3	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "krono_terra", "message": "\"Hi Thank you for climbing down\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "The elf nodded and dropped lightly to the piney ground. \n\"Good morning~\" \nHe takes the cigar like thing from his lips and puffs out a swirling blue cloud.\n\"I can't quite recall your name ranger,\"" }, { "author": "krono_terra", "message": "\"It's Krono and... And II need to apologize to you.\" With as much a friendly voice as he can mustard without letting his feeling run away. He extends the flagon \"Its linden tea, a favorite of mine. Unless you would prefer ale?\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "\"I doubt they've any evermead out there?\" \nKel took the tankard of tea graciously and smelled its pleasant scent and smiled.\n\"You've good taste my fey touched friend.. Yes I can tell, But whatever are you apologizing for?!\"" }, { "author": "krono_terra", "message": "\"In my attempt to protect you all from overzealous elves I lured you right into them instead, placing your life and the priestesses in danger. \" He tilts his head down a bit. \"I, I should of just stayed out of your way and kept watch for them instead. I am very sorry\"" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "\"Y-you mean the sisters?\" \nHe chuckled thinking back to that ridiculous night, \n\"Alls well that ends well my friend.. I thought it was you who held a grudge. I thought you'd been exiled I felt really quite beastly about it... For scampering off with well, heathens not priestesses.\" He grinned a cunning grin and placed his hands on his hips!" }, { "author": "krono_terra", "message": "\"Yes, the sisters as you call them.\" When hearing heathens, he flusters a bit \"Heathens, did you\" Catching himself \"Did you...\". He stops himself 'His private affairs are none of my business. Plus if it was willingly then I have nothing to say.'\n\n\"What I meant to say is do you know anything about them? Have you kept in contact?\" He started to blush a bit and placed his back to the campfires to hide it in the shadows" }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "\"Uhh.. Y-yes you could say that I kept in contact\" He put a hand to the back of his head and wondered how to put it. \n\"... But uh, no i didn't.. Ya know.. But why have you heard anything?\"" }, { "author": "krono_terra", "message": "\"No. I need to fish something first before I can see them. I know that may sound silly coming from someone so young. Your experience in the matter must be greater but I cant see them right now. Well\" He puts on a smile \"I dont want to take more of your time, Keledan, right?\" He starts to take steps back for a moment feeling his younger age when talking to him." }, { "author": "keanii", "message": "Keladan pursed his lips and considered, wondering what this young elf was on about. It didn't seem like he'd be getting any more info out of him though\n.\n\"Yes...\" He paused to give kro a misheviois glance. \"Fly on warm winds little crow. You'll find what you seek, Im sure.\"" } ]	59.5	613
122.894737	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "The coming of spring had been a welcome moment for those traveling the roads, though thankfully only a few wagons got stuck while along the the main road to the Last Steading - Svilena had chosen to be apart of another merchant caravan that was heading to the small village. Though she herself made this trip often to keep up good relations with the Gray Elves, many of their kin lived and worked in Wai Oromarde.\n\nTrade was a big part of the city's continued growth, and it was easier to travel to the Corol Ambo than it was to Miller Dale or to Islefield - least in terms of distance. Svilena would walk into the town alongside one of the wagons, her ringed staff chiming with each step.\n\nA few of the elves that knew the Bhante came out to greet her, and she in turn made small talk with a few of them." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "Richard is traveling around and by sheer coincidence as he got near a town he realized that he could get some stuff for the traveling as his bag started to get empty.\n\nAs he entered the village he sees something familiar. A lizardfolk from his own region that is surrounded by elves, so he decided to maybe try and have a small chat and maybe learn a thing or two about this place from someone maybe more accustomed.\n\nRichard gets closer to her but he dose not interrupt as to not be rude and he is waiting for her to finish her business with the elves." }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "Svilena's tongue slipped out to taste the air around her, and caught the smell of a shapeshifter - now that was a smell she hadn't known for a long time, not since home. Upon finishing her chat with the local elves, the serpent would glance about and easily found Richard - abit in his human form, many shapeshifters could be off putting to those not used to them.\n\n\"I almost thought my tongue had become confused, its been a long time since I crossed paths with one of your kind - what brings you so far from the jungles? I am Svilena Vihur by the way.\"\n\nShe greeted him with a friendly tone." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "Richard looks at her with a warm smile and said.\n\n\"I am happy to meet you. I as well had gone a while without seeing familiar sights. My name is Richard from the Wildheart tribe. I choose the path of adventure in hope of returning to my tribe with great stories and achievements.\"\n\nFor a moment in his eyes you can see a glimmer of homesickness but quickly comes back.\n\n\"But how about you my scaly friend? What is your story for coming so far from our hot climate?\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "\"A pleasure to meet ye Richard\" She remarked, motioning him to walk with her into the town's market, where the newly arrived merchants were beginning to set up shop and offer their wares.\n\n\"I traveled to these lands some years back now, I live and oversee the town of Wai Oromarde along the coasts east of here - I often travel out to the Last Steading to keep up with the Gray Elves and ensure our relations are steady. Trade is an important thing for any growing community - I hope your time in these lands has been treating ye well?\"" }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "He flows her.\n\n\"Hmm so you are a kind of ambassador? Seems like a really important job you are having.\"\n\nRichard is looking around at the shops trying to see if he sees something useful for him, hoping to find a shop of condiments." }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "\"I suppose in some ways I am an ambassador, though my proper title is Bhante - another term for monk ye could say - I manage and run the town alongside my dojo\" She explained, making some small talk here and there with a few of the merchants.\n\n\"Where abouts are ye planning to head after you're done here in Corol Ambo? Though easy to get lost in this region, I had once thought about settling here before I chose to live closer to the coast myself.\"" }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "Richard sniffs the air slightly. \n\n\"Oh well you know, I travel where the wind blows and where people hire me to go to hunt a beast or defend them.\"\n\nHe starts to sniff faster and go in a direction.\n\n\"So that way!\"\n\nRichard goes to a shop that sells a essential condiments for cooking and starts buying some.\n\n\"Oh sorry for the sudden interruption, I was running low on those. So you say you are a monk and you have dojo.\"\n\nHe tries to eye her up and down better to have a ruff estimate of her build.\n\n\"That pikes my interest. What martial arts exactly?\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "She chuckled a tad, so this one was the type to follow his nose - she followed behind him \"Basic martial arts at most, but we also have sessions on using weapons, as well as magic - combat itself is a diverse topic.\"\n\nTo display her point, Svilena would focus upon her free palm - a swirling ball of air would form itself around her palm and claws \"I myself practice martial arts using my magic, channeling it so to speak - but I'm certainly not above to going back to my roots; have to keep these talons ready for almost anything.\"\n\nShe'd dispel the magic around her claw, returning to his earlier words \"So ye are a mercenary of sorts, a common trade I've noticed some beastial folk take up, most say it helps keep them in shape and fit. And I suppose it does allow one to keep in touch with their more wild side.\"" }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "He looks at her with interest about the martial arts combined with magic.\n\n\"I also have something of sorts. Let me show you.\"\n\nHie face becomes serious as he is concentrating and bringing his hands up. His hands start to glow and a small vortex of energy to spiral around his hands.\n\n\"My tribe names this aura, can be really useful.\"\n\nAfter he said that the power vanished and he gets back to his laid back expression.\n\n\"It helped in more situations than I can count. But anyway about me being a mercenary. Well it's true, it's pretty much the easiest job for a hunter and brings a pretty good coin.\"\n\nHe looks at his almost empty bag of coins.\n\n\"Well at least good enough to get you from one place to the other.\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "\"Good to see that you have something more than your claws, being able to channel ye own magic into your limbs is rather surreal at times\" She remarked, nodding her head to Richard's skills. \"But as a friend and fellow monk of mine would say - improvement and change should always be close at hand, given nature itself is always changing in small or large ways.\"\n\nSvilena would notice a nearby stand was offering out copies of the latest issue of the Plumage Gazette, she hadn't seen the papers arrive in Wai Oromarde just yet but likely they would soon - she'd get herself a copy and read it over. \n\n\"Well this is most curious, Miller Dale is going forward with their Dawning Festival - I'm sure the merchants will certainly be flocking to that city in the following week or so... Hmm strange troubles at Morikinda; perhaps I should talk with the village elders here later\" She pondered over the latest news, unsure if she would be sticking around longer than normal." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "\"Survival of the fittest is most important lecture mother nature gives us. And for that to be able to change and adapt to new things it's a must.\"\n\nHe ponders for a second.\n\n\"You know what, if you don't mind I maybe try to get around your dojo. I think I can learn a thing or two that can benefit me. If you would have me, of course!\"\n\nAfter she bought herself the copy and mentioned about the new festival Richard responded surprised.\n\n\"Oh?! A festival you say, that sounds lovely. A lot of different kinds of foods and maybe something fun to do around. Why would that be trouble?\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "\"Ye must be confusing the two locations, Miller Dale is a free city to the far north of here along the main merchant road\" She would explain \"While the Morikinda refers to charred black tower within this region of Corol Ambo; the area around the tower is said to be tainted with some old evil. Most locals in these parts have various stories about it, but others choose to avoid it.\"\n\n\"I've no doubt the festival in Miller Dale will be most enjoyable... As for visiting the dojo you're most certainly welcome to drop by should you be near Wai Oromarde in the future, we do some trade with the jungle tribes back home so we do have some local fruits and other items from there\" She explained." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "\"Well I am new around this parts yet so I am not so familiar with the geography. That part about some old evil sounds really interesting.\" \nRichard ponders a second.\n\"Is there any job around those parts? I am a bit short on coins so maybe if they are afraid I can make something and explore as well.\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "\"I'm sure one of the merchants that just arrived could sell ye a map ye could use, as for work itself - I'd gather ye could find something depending on ye set of skills\" Svilena remarked, understanding his confusion, she remembered those first days wandering like a lost lamb.\n\n\"Miller Dale I know if a popular stop for those seeking work, I believe they have a mercenary guild or two up there\" She said, racking her own memory for a moment." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "\"That would be grate. Are you going there as well by any chance?\" Richard asked hopping he will have someone knowable around.\n\"Weren't you curious by the festival as well?\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "She looked a tad sheepish, at least for as much as one could given her lizardfolk traits \"Though the festival does sound quite lovely, I'm going to be busy with some work in and around Wai Oromarde myself - but you can likely catch a ride to the city with one of these merchants.\"\n\nShe motioned to the various wagons bringing and trading supplies \"Likely when they are done here, they'll be heading up north, the routes they talk pass near or into the Lilac Forest - tis a vast Fae touched woods, full of various creatures. They might welcome you to guard the caravan that heads that way, you'll earn some coin from that no doubt.\"" }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "Richard still trying to convince her.\n\"If you have things to do maybe I can help around to ease your burden.\"\nHe also thinks a bit at the ability she showed before.\n\"And I wanted to get by your dojo anyway. I really want to learn that, can you also maybe use elements with it?\"" }, { "author": "degSvilena Vihurdeg", "message": "\"Ye are kind to offer, but it is work that I must oversee myself personally - but fret not that I do have the aid my of people\" She said, refusing him gently.\n\n\"Aye, tis an ability I've trained myself to use - at the moment I am able to channel water, ice, and wind into my martial arts - but I'd gather one could even use other elements as if they so wished\" Svilena remarked, nodding her head at the thought of it. Though how one chose to channel their magic in such a manner would likely vary from person to person.\n\n\"Ye are most welcome to visit the dojo at any time, the other monks and teachers will greet ye warmly whenever you choose to visit. Let yourself not feel rushed - less you miss out on your surroundings.\"" } ]	123	2,335
386.681818	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "Thankfully it seemed to would all be smooth sailing at they were coming up onto the village of Last Steading, and she was glad to see that much of the town itself was still lit up. She spotted a suitable landing spot just out of view.\n\n\"Udosorn thac'zil fridj gaer, lu't'yin Usstan shlu'ta plynn dos ulu l'aun darlshei ghil\" __(We'll land just there, and then I can take you to the local healer here)__ She remarked to the Drow in her arms, as she began to slow her decent down towards the village. Ourania managed plant her boots upon the ground easily, and once steadying herself - would then help Eibhlin stand back up again herself. Letting the Drow hold her arms if she needed a moment to find her footing.\n\n\"Vesss tiuin, udos inbalus l'bwael u'nef d'nau l'puul vee'ther... Nin lest inbau dos ulu natha listra darlshei, lu'mayoe fol cahallin\" __(Smooth flying, we had the good fortune of no foul weather... Now lets get you to a proper healer, and maybe some food)__ She remarked, a hint of pride in her voice as she began to make her winds vanish into her back via her magic - of which looked like them sinking back into wispy shadows on Ourania's back; they had done their job this evening." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "As they neared the village, she was surprised to still see the light of warm hearths inside the homes and lanterns lit or other forms of magic to light the buildings. She looked to where Ourania had jutted her head, a direction for a landing spot is what she understood and something about a healer. \"Si, bel'la dos ( okay, Thank you.)\" She tucked her head to the woman's neck again as she felt her downward spiral to a graceful landing. Her hair wiping about then laying down her back and some over the woman's shoulder, told her they had landed. She slowly leaned her head back as she looked around. The woods while quiet seemed somewhat inviting. She felt heavier for some reason, unsure if it was because she was tired and feeling the withdraw of being wiped through a magic portal. As her feet were set down she stepped and swayed. Gripping the woman's arm she stepped again swaying and paused. \n\nShe bit her inner bottom lip and frowned as she slowly got her land legs again. \" Usstan tlun naut kl'ae ulu tejmook'cinkjuu ji ssussun lu'duul'sso..(I am not use to feeling so Weightless and free)\" She Walked with her, some bushes and branches pulling at the fine fabric of her dress but they let go as if they simply wanted to touch it. \"Siyo vesss, jivvin lu'tahta (yes smooth, fun and terrifying)\" She had blood now running down her cheek but it was dried, from the wind pushing it away from her wound during flight. It looked like trails of bloody tears, She couldn't make out the last word but it sounded like stew so she felt maybe it was food. She wished she could fully understand the woman, it frustrated her a lot to not fully understand her. Eibhlin Paused as she watched Awestruck at the wings vanishing into nothing but shadows to Ourania's back, She let Ourania take a few steps ahead as she looked to her back, her fingers reached to touch but she pulled them back \" 'udtila nindel jivviim (Does that hurt?) \" Following her she hugged her arm again, there as hunter\n\nS returning to the village late at night and watching them. She looked to the side as she walked, The closer into the village they got the more commotion she could hear, There was defiantly people here. Her Weary eyes looked around and she took in the sighs. So many beings but not as many drow as she would have hoped. \" Um... Vel'klar ph'jal l'ilythiiri (Um... Where are all the drow?) \"" }, { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "Able to catch some of what Eibhlin said about her wings' disappearing, she'd chuckle a tad and shake her head \"Nau jiv'undus, mzild d'natha b'vecko tejmook'cinkjuu foldraevals, jhal olt doera syahal nin\" __(No pain, more of a strange feeling sometimes, but its become normal now)__ She explained, least as best she could given they could just semi communicate.\n\nAs she began to guide the woman into the small village, heading towards one of the local elven healers - while keeping her rather messy appearnce from view of other passing elves, and a few other races mingling about in the evening. Some of the other races appeared to be a few local feline folk and even some bird folk that were likely from Wai Oromarde.\n\n\"Naut mzil Ilythiiri ghil wun darla, fol dro wun l'ixx... Jhal mzild k'jakr dro wun l'Feryxonis\" __(Not many Drow here in town, some live in the capital... But more still live in the Underground)__ She remarked, trying best to answer her question about where any Drows were. While the darker skinned elves had been growing in numbers, they were still somewhat rare to see - and those that were living up top, often prefered to keep to themselves and not be bothered." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She laughed along with ourania and kept walking, She was starting to feel a tad more safe yet increasingly aware of all the eyes on her. ``so... Drow are not ...Common here?...`` She wondered if there was other difference's. Walking with her she eyed a few shops, She wondered what wares they might have. She almost stopped to stair at a Feline folk, They lived on an entirely different continent then Back home. She was not use to seeing them unless for royal gatherings of the nations. She also noticed no one seemed a noble, or of royalty of any kind here. She wondered if the woman listened when she said she was a princess, She did her best to not let it bother her as she hugged her arms. ``..I might not be one here... I have to keep that in mind... These people... Are not my people...`` She Looked sad as she faced the ground while she walked and kept her head down now. She didn't wan to cry but more tears came out, She was feeling extremely alone. \n\nThey came upon a building, it was like a small home, Well taken care of and not a loose wood panel in sight. She could see the lanterns lit and hear people inside \" L' o'goth's? (The healers?) \" She did her best to translate that \"Hmnn O'goth... Klen'ne ( hmnn healer... Doctor?) \" She asked two different words incase they were not right. She stood next to Ourania instead of behind her, half turned watching Hunters pass and nod to her or look her up and down she wasn't sure. The smell of the dead animal made her stomach burn and she covered her nose and mouth turning away from them as they passed with their kills. She looked to Ourania, Her face was paling and she felt more ill, she slowly breathed in her nose now and out her mouth to calm down." }, { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "\"Nind shlu'ta tlu ul'kas a usbyr kaas, doer pholor ori'gato's unboi wu'suul\" __(They can be called by either name, come on let's step inside)__ She explained, when Eibhlin asked about healer or doctor, most in villages called themselves healers. While doctors was a term she noticed was more common in bigger cities, least it was often used as a title by some.\n\nStepping into the small house/shop, one would easily see various shelves full of different herbs and bottled items - a female elf would notice the pair and arch a brow at them. But appouched and spoke up \"Evening there what can I do for you, seems like your friend there has gotten into a bit of a tussle?\" She remarked, taking note of Eibhlin's messy appearance, but also saw that she likely needed some help.\n\n\"Aye, I found her out in the woods - she might be from the Underdark but I'm not sure, her Drow and my Drow are a bit different if I'm being honest\" Ourania remarked, chatting with the healer in the local tongue of the region, sometimes called Common. But it did have that elvish tone to it if one bothered to focus on that.\n\nThe healer nodded their head, and motioned for the two to follow her into the back, Ourania glanced to Eibhlin \"Nixm'io xxizz shaa dos, doer pholor\" __(She'll help treat you, come on)__ She explained, motioning for the Drow to follow her. Likely once Eibhlin had the chance to clean up and get treated, she'd likely feel alot better." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She Followed Ourania with a soft nod, Getting away from the smell of the dead animals was priority to her in this moment. ``other names? I wondered what all they call them here?`` She Felt like she was touring one of the poor populous of her home town, They didn't seem to have the magic infused running water or the fairy wheels and mills that helped produce magic dust to help the mage's of her kingdom. She pulled her dress up as she entered the building and bowed softly, Looking around she noticed all the herbs and items about. ``yep medics...`` She looked to the full jars as well `` do they not have many wounded?`` She figured for such a serfdom town she would see some empty jars. \n\nHer eyes went wide hearing the woman's common tongue, again another language she didn't know. She saw her eyes look Eibhlin up and down. Feeling very self conscious now she tried to hide her appearance by stepping behind Ourania. She turned her head looking to the various scrolls on the shelves and little crystals here and there. She saw a skull as well and began to question everything as she followed them back. \"Ph'dos zhaunus? (Are you sure?)\" She spoke softly, leaning to look around Ourania, she couldn't look over the taller woman. She stepped to her side in a room, it was smaller then the entrance but seemed to be an examination room of sorts. She saw a way to chart notes among various items needed to examinations. She looked to Ourania now from the side, her chin tilted up to look directly at her. \"Bel'la dos (Thank you) \" She looked to the woman now, not sure what her language was, she hadn't studied it before." }, { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "The healer opened the door to another room, which looked to be a bathroom of sorts - she got a few things prepared in there before stepping back out and explaining it to Ourania.\n\n\"Il tanaleth'u dos shlu'ta kertest phor ust, gaer zhah mziln natha thir'ku d'gammaren wu'suul 'zil al\" __(She says you can wash up first, there is also a change of garments inside as well)__ She replied, translating roughly what the healer had told her. While the other elven woman went to go prepare a few other things, Ourania would wait out in the main room to let Eibhlin freshen herself up - anyone in her shoes would likely want a bath after all that.\n\n\"Satiir duul'sso ulu plynn dosst draeval, dos ves'aph ssrig'luin ol\" __(Feel free to take your time, you likely need it)__ She said to the Drow, before taking a seat in a nearby chair." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She looked into the other room, the brown walls looked new, clean and well taken care of, there was a basin for washing faces or hands, a latrin with a real seat, then she sat the metal pipes and her face lit up \" Dos inbal z'haanin niar?!! Lu'nir' el!! (You have running water?!! And baths!!)\" She did a little hand motion as she looked to them and smiled for the first time yet her eye still showed that scared timid woman who was unsure of her place. Blinking she frowned \" D'gammaren?...Ummm ofil'nisha?\" She wiggled her dress to be sure that was the term ``if they have me a set of clothes ....That would be nice...`` She thought while she slowly stepped toward the door and looked back to Ourania. \n\nShe nod understanding take, time and needed She bowed to them as she backed in and shut the door softly. Leaning on it with her head and hand she teared up and turned pressing her back to the door. This was not home, She heaved a breath that hitched with hicks of emotion. Walking to the tub she turned on the water she thought was the hot and found it was cold. Stopping it she turned the second knob and it was a hot water ``backwards... Got it...`` She sniffled as she filled the tub to make it warm and began to undress. Upon inspection she had a cut on her cheek and one on her side, she didn't know when it got there, but it was deeper, she thought it was her fathers blood soaking her but turned out it was her own. She looked closer and it was not too deep just long and annoying. She teared up as she looked up to the ceiling as if she could see the stars and moon ``oh mother maker what has happened .....To me...`` Stepping into the tub the water sent chills up her and she slowed her dip in, when it go to her cut on her side she hissed but managed and sunk to her shoulders before she started to cry and hugged her arms. \n\nHer world had been turned upside down, She only knew one woman who had a life to get back to, she just happened to discover her. She pushed t\n\nHe tears away but only managed to wet her face more with her hand. She looked to the water reflection as it rippled with water drops and tears. Eibhlin wanted to cry again but couldn't she just staired. ``a new... Start...`` She didn't know why she felt this way but she did. She grabbed the soap and sniffed it wrinkling her nose, it was good but not the stuff at the palace. Washing her hair the latheres soaked down her and into the tub, filling the clear water with bubbles. It didn't take her long to finish after her hair was done. Getting up she tried off and put on the simple under garments then opened the door to the women. Not dressed yet but she looked to Ourania, She half turned and the cut showed, now that it was washed it was bleeding just a little \" Usstan inbal natha drada harventh, ol kassinne mzild t'yin ussta jindurn ( I have a cut, it hurts worse then my face.) \" She let the woman see to maybe help as she waited, the wound oozed blood. " }, { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "The healer had come back around when Eibhlin had come out, easily seeing the wound upon her face - she motioned for the Drow to come over her way as she had some medical items prepped. She'd tend to Eibhlin's wounds with ease, as if were just a another normal day - in no time the Drow would find herself patched up.\n\n\"No broken bones from what I can tell, but I would suggest bed rest - her wounds should mend themselves in a few days. Change out any bandages after two days, or after one has bathed\" She'd explain to Ourania, whom then tried to translate for Eibhlin as best she could. Ourania would then see about helping the Drow get the rest of her new garments on.\n\n\"Overall ye lor Nhatil alur, gaer's biu el'inssrigg udos shlu'ta inbau fol cahallin a\" __(Overall ye look alot better, there's an inn we can get some food at)__ She'd say, gathering that the woman might be hungry; and the inn in town did have fairly comfortable rooms." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She Looked to the Female Healer, Walking over she let her bandage her wounds, she was highly impressed with her skill and how clean she was. Listening to Ourania translate from common to Drow to Eibhlin being semi understanding of it was frustrating at best. She had a head ache from crying and was emotionally drained and now trying to understand everyone, was a bit much. She felt like she could cry again as if the shower gave her body more tears and she pushed some loose ones away. She bit her inner lip on each inner side making it pucker just to try and think of the pain from that instead of the tears wanting to flood out again. She nod to looking better at what Ourania said. \"Usstan xun naut satiir nindel i'dol ...Jhal bel'la dos (I do not feel that way ...But thank you)\" She Picked up The white Chemise it had two ways to wear the top, a thin set of straps for summer wear or the extra cloth could be pulled up and worn as sleeves, it was a very advanced style of chemise she had seen. With Ourania's help she managed to get it on. The skirt was easy enough to put on, Then the leather waist cinch and the pouch with leather arm covers. The wool socks and boots were nice and fit her perfectly. She folded up her dress and put all her items in her leather bag, including the one moon stone she had on her. She paused and held it out to Ourania \"Usstan shlu'ta naut yaith... Usstan xun naut inbal or'a jhal usstan shlu'ta morfeth nindolen nind ph'drathir khaliizis lu'vaen goros l'huthin retlah drathir lu'yewl ka dos ummo fol. (I can not pay... I do not have money but I can make these they are moon stones and last till the next full moon and provide energy ...If you loose some.) \" \n\nShe Followed Ourania and waited by the door \" Natha cuass'ili lu'...Cahallin orn'la tlu yugho (a room and... Food would be nice)\" She walked out of the building With her as she looked back, a soft wave and bow in thanks for her clothes before she walked faster to keep up with Ourania \"Vel'\n\nKlar ...Orn'la Usstan alu ulu ..Ragar natha emp'poss? (Where ...Would I go to ..Find a job?)\" ``I have to have a way to make money here, I have to survive... Maybe one day I can go back? ....But...`` * She looked up to the sky as they walked, little grey and purple clouds from the night drifted by and beyond them an inky sky full of stars and cosmic lights." }, { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "She'd take the offered Moon Stone, looking it over - she hadn't expected payment, but she wasn't going to turn it down - she tucked it away* \"G'rftte, Dorn mir pholod ol\" __(Thanks, I'll hold onto it)__ She'd motion for her to follow her out of the clinic, giving a wave of thanks to the healer.\n\n\"Natha emp'poss? Al sieva ol chu harl ulu vel'bol shlu'ta dos gultah xor xun dosstan?\" __(A job? Well suppose it comes down to what can you offer or do yourself?)__ She'd reply when the woman asked her about work. Given the rather noble bearings of the Drow, Ourania herself wasn't sure what sort of job she could try to pick up." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She followed closely, blinding in now more then before. Her hair, washed of how it had been was now on long locks down to the middle of her back. She was fiddling with a string as they walked. Reaching back she pulled her hair into a half pony tail. Tieing the string so it didn't rip out her hair. Eibhlin watched as Ourania's hair bounced across her back. She still wondered about her wings, She watched the places on her back where they had been as they walked \" Usstan hass'l usstan shlu'ta morfeth l'mana khaliizis... Ji usstan satiir saph usstan inbal natha equidai ulu gultah h'uena ril Retlah drathir... Jhal nindel anika'xxizz uns'aa nin (i mean i can make the mana stones... So i feel like i have a skill to offer once every Full moon... But that doesn't help me now..)\" She thought for a moment putting her knuckle to her lip, her brows frowning with a little pinch then she smiled \" Usstan gumash kyorl ka jala Kingdome ssrig'luinen natha elg'cahl tester? ....Usstan tlun plu'dakus qua'laen mina... Lu'Usstan gumash mziln Diliva it'x wun l'tangi... Ein kl'ae ulu l'sssiks ssussun ulu biu polilar..\n ( I could see if any Kingdome needs a poison tester? ....I am trained against them... And I could also deliver items in the day... Im use to the sun light to an extent..)\" \n\nAs they walked to the inn it was as common as she thought but it was warm, there was various races she hadn't seen again. She paused walking in and staring she couldn't help it, culture shock was real. She blinked rapidly and did a fast little embarrassed walk to Ourania to the counter where she listened to her talk to the person behind the long desk `` I have never... Stayed in an inn... Let alone ate... Common food...`` She worried her pallet had been too refined , that the food would taste bad or worse. She looked around trying not to make it obvious she was trying to see the new races." }, { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "\"Al l'mana khaliizis xal inbal fol tha'tsit usage...\" __(Well the mana stones might have some possible usage...)__ Ourania said as they walked into the tavern, though would cast her a look at the mention poison and tasting - sure Drows were known for their skills against various poisons. \"Elg'cahl tester... Frankly bynss tlu zhaunus pholor nindel usstan\" __(Poison tester... Frankly couldn't be sure on that myself)__ She remarked.\n\nDeciding to focus on other things as they got up to the counter, she started chatting with one of the servers and chose a simple meal for the two of them - no need to upset Eibhlin's stomach. The local soup they served at the tavern was hearty, and rather tasty - least in her opinion.\n\nThough before they ordered any drinks, Ourania tried to explain the types of ales and mead the inn had to offer them - least as best as she could translate." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She half smiled feeling a bit better her stones could come in handy. But the look she got on the poison tasting made her feel uneasy. She waited and listened to what she was ordering, She was speaking in the common tongue again and she tried to pick up on words from it. She stayed close to Ourania, she played with her braid and looked to the bar top. The mention of drinks had her attention , and some of the guest who watched Ourania in a drunken haze while she tried to explain to Eibhlin. With a frown and sigh her shoulders dropped \" Russtniar... Mead? ..Mmmm ssinhya mead? (sweat... Mead? ..Mmmm honey mead?) \" * She paused and nod* \" Ssinhya Mead! (Honey Mead!) \" She felt proud she deciphered that and picked at invisible lint on her dress. \n\nDespite having showered she could still feel the heaviness of the blood soaked dress, and the dirt from the cave, she picked at fuzz then stopped while she swayed standing there. Finally they walked to a table and she sat down, Her fingers rubbed the surface of the rough wood, it normally would be polished but years of drinks spilled and cleaning gave it a bubbled texture and warn down spots. \"Ves al 'che lawat... (very well loved table...) \" She pointed to the table just in case it didn't come across, Then she sighed and looked to Ourania \" L'hal'l Vorun uns'aa ulu tlu surit'sa ulu l'drathir 'zil ka usstan zhahus rosin, lu'usstan z'klaen mik'ra l'hal'l. Olt natha lar'ild d'l'Drathir's ves faerl vrin'klatu nindel Baat'leben l'olath kitrye d'l'trera wun ilta Vet. ( The ceremony requires me to be bare to the moon as if i was born, and i must perform the ritual. Its a calling of the Moon's very magical essence that Circles the dark half of the planet in her Veil.) \" She motioned a soft form of dance moves with her hand and then cupped as if she held a stone. \n\n\"Olt ves ...Lith'lossta... Lu'thugrin xunor maglust (Its very ...Intimate... And usually done alone)\" She looked to the side, she saw a young couple kissing and imme\n\nDiately thought of Avalor, she blinked away mist forming and sighed looking back to Ourania. She half smiled again hiding her pain and watched as the bar maid came scurrying out with a tray, She came over and set down bowls of steaming stew, a small basket of rolls and two tankards. She leaned up looking at the stew and blinked ``a winter stew?`` She wondered before she picked up the wood spoon scooped some up and blew on it. Her elbows did not touch the table once and she was siting straight up. She took a bite and closed her eye tasting the savory rich broth, the hearty meat, the soft veggies and she looked to Ourania, she swallowed \" Olt ...Zuul'raght ( its ...Amazing) \"" }, { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "She'd arch a high brow as Eibhlin explained how she crafted the mana stones, before ordering them two honey meads while they waited for their food \"Ji dos inbal ulu tlu totally surit'sa ulu xun jal nindel... Al alurl morfeth zhaunus dos xun ol xuil juba privacy\" __(So you have to be totally bare to do all that... Well best make sure you do it with total privacy)__ She'd remark, certainly a strange way indeed for one to do magic like that.\n\nShe'd chuckle at her reaction to the taste of the soup \"Naut ichl plain whol dosst ma? Naubol llaar junissg inbalin xondyerna awni saph nindol\" __(Not too plain for your tastes? Nothing really beats having fresh soup like this)__ She'd say with a smirk, before tapping her cup of mead against Eibhlin's cup when they were brought their drinks." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She laughed and nod as she sighed with a hint of joy \" Siyo jhal ol xunde, Usstan z'reninth tluin surit'sa lu'vunerable xxizzia l'wlalth wun natha i'dol, Folbol primal bauth l'i'dol olt xunor silara l'vrin'klatu ulu dro (Yes but it works, I believe being bare and vulnerable helps the spell in a way, Something primal about the way its done brings the essence to life.)\" She brushed a loose single strand of hair away from her ear as it tickled her ear tip. Eibhlin's eyes looked to the soup and she nod \" Naut plain! Jhal nindol zhah retlah d''steh!! Usstan unsty's kat kyor'ol nindol ( not plain! But this is full of flavor!! I honestly didn't expect this) \" She felt like they were communicating better as she smiled. She toasted with Ourania and felt like she finally had a friend, even back home she didn't have many, and this was the first time someone helped her and toasted with her outside of a Fancy setting. \n\nShe sat back after eating and pat her belly, she felt full and now very very tired, it was hitting her as her eyes half lidded and she yawned big. She looked to Ourania, She wondered how long this woman would stay her friend and if or when they would part ways. \" Ourania... Zhah ol si ka p'luin jal nindol... Usstan plynnil dos ....P'wal... Usstan inbal natha tejmook'cinkjuu ol orn tlu natha rena vel'drav usstan inbau ulu kyorl dos 'sohna... Lu'dosst l'ust iwaotc ulu shaa uns'aa saph natha abbil... Lu'l'ust iwaotc usstan inbal tha ghil. (Ourania... Is it okay if after all this... I write you ....Because... I have a feeling it will be a while when i get to see you again... And your the first person to treat me like a friend... And the first person i have met here.) \"" }, { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "\"Plynnil ulu uns'aa?\" __(Write to me?)__ She said, after having a bit more of the soup, she'd ponder for a moment before remarking \"Usstan xuat shar usstan, d'elezz Usstan helothannin Nhatil... Tluin natha ke'hl'ash silinrul zhah ussta main xund, jhal Usstan alu Vel'zix'Usstan satiir saph. Jhal zhaunus satiir duul'sso ulu plynnil ulu uns'aa lu'sevir ol ghil, Dorn ves'aph doer a bauth whol jala mail.\" __(I don't mind myself, though I travel alot... Being a bounty hunter is my main work, but I go wherever I feel like. But sure feel free to write to me and leave it here, I'll likely come by around for any mail.)__\n\nAfter a bit more mead and soup, Ourania would try to get Eibhlin some pointers about the current kingdoms, what locations she could visit that might be of interest* \"Usstan orn'la mziln un's'la nindel dos pict phor pholor l'Rivvin ooble', ol orn xxizz dos doeb wun l'verve z'haan ulu tlu khruste.\" __(I would also suggest that you pick up on the Common tongue, it will help you out in the long run to be certain.)__\n\nIndeed, if Eibhlin planned to do lots of traveling, knowing the common tongue was gonna be a must have - else she'll never get very far and there were a growing number of Drows appearing in the elven lands... But they were still decently rare at times." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She smiled, knowing she could write her new friend warmed her heart. She wouldn't be so lonely and could tell her all about what she learned on her travels. She looked into her stew as she ate more, with it almost being gone already she missed it. She knew she would be full but had to have it again in the coming days if possible. She picked up the drink and downed some with a dainty set of sips. \" Siyo nindel zhah vel'bol usstan ssrig'luin ulu zhaun ust, usstan sieva usstan ssrig'luin ulu kyorl ka l'l'el'inssring ehmtua shlu'ta zao uns'aa? (Yes that is what i need to know first, i suppose i need to see if the the tavern owner can teach me?) \" All of this assuming Ourania was leaving soon, She didn't know why but she felt it. \n\nShe knew she would cry again tonight, and in the morning feel numb but it was best to get it out alone, in the confines of the room she would have for the night. She finished the stew and pulled her tankard close, her finger nails tapped it softly, one was chipped and she noticed giving it a pout \" Usstan tlun naut kl'ae ulu lassrinnin ussta edrun... Lu'oh xun dos plynn kyon d'mina ghil? ( I am not use to breaking my nails... How do you take care of them here? ) \" She was sometimes vain about her nails, she cared if they looked bad. Hands could be the first thing a person see's especially if a gentleman takes it to kiss." }, { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "\"Zhaunus Usstan dryss'ho fol d'l'locals shlu'ta xo'a ulu zao dos fol rivvin, jhal naut mzil zhaun l'Ilythiiri Ooble'\" __(Sure I gather some of the locals can attempt to teach you some common, but not many know the Drow Tongue)__ She began, before carrying on \"Jhal Usstan shlu'ta mzulst xo'al ulu zao dos natha leza d'rivvin ulu xxizz dos inbau itamili, d'elezz F'sarn naut mzilt d'natha an'kin.\" __(But I can least try to teach you a bit of common to help you get started, though I'm not much of a teacher.)__\n\nShe'd glance at her own nails, of which she often kept filed down and short so they didn't snag on anything. Having another sip of her tankard, she'd try to answer \"Usstan tend ulu ser ussta ehmtu edrun bista dosinnalas, er'griff inbauin mina listrane xunor mayoe h'uena ril sishaa xor ji? Usstan b'varess gaer tluin natha s'enar d'...Salon zhah vel'bol nind ul'kas ol ghil wun darla?\" __(I tend to keep my own nails short personally, only getting them properly done maybe once every month or so? I recall there being a sort of... Salon is what they called it here in town?)__\n\nOurania herself had only ever passed by the salon a few times, but a number of the elven women in the town often went there - it seemed more like a club for women in general but they all came out with clearer skin and some even had various hairstyles." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She smiled brightly, so thankful that Ourania wanted to help her so much. \" Nindel orn'la tlu bronretla (That would be wonderful..) \" She pointed to the tankards that had held their drinks \" Lu'oh xun Usstan joros 'Shlu'ta usstan inbau mead? (How do I ask ' Can i get mead?' )\" She showed eagerness to learn as fast as possible, She ran her finger down the handle of her tankard, She looked to Ourania's nails but the mention of a salon made her eyes light up and she was giddy \"Natha salon!!! Saph natha lauske lu'edrun lu'facial ( a salon!!! Like a hair and nails and facial?!!!) She sighed and hugged herself in excitement. \"Amadaster... Jal nindel uri'shoelt... Usstan zhaun usstan ssrig'luin ulu nimleva jhal usstan tlun loff'ta... Usstan tha dos lu'dos inbal tlus ji shanxxizz... Ji mzil e'muten wun uss tangi.. (Despite... All that happened... I know i need to grieve but i am happy... I met you and you have been so helpful... So many emotions in one day..)\"" }, { "author": "degOurania Telrothdeg", "message": "\"Ji lu'oh ulu telanth nindel zhah saph nindol...\" __(So how to say that is like this...)__ She'd begin, trying to explain to her how Common sounded, teaching her the words she'll likely need to use most.\n\n\"Dos zhal'la inbau fol v'dri p'luin nindol, Usstan dryss'ho do'rn tlu v'drin mzilst d'l'huthin tangi belbaunin vel'bol dos'in alus areion...\" __(You should get some sleep after this, I gather you'll be sleeping most of the next day given what you've gone through...)__ She'd remark, finishing off her mead and soon her own meal. Even she was thinking about turning in the night herself, it had been an eventful day to be sure." }, { "author": "Eibhlin", "message": "She looked to Ourania and a sadness began to seep in, it started by her fingers and toes feeling cold. She knew the dream was over and it was time to face her feelings and everything that happened. Learning from her what she could she absorbed it \"Yes... I...Think time is now?\" She added the question and was doing her best to use the words she learned from listening and doing her best to learn. She sighed as she nod and slowly stood up, She held the key in her hand looking at it \"Thank You Ourania\" She sounded like a child speaking the common tongue but she was new to it. \" I... Will words... Hmn .. Ajak nindol fondly lu'ruebuss dos wun l'ulin ( remember this fondly and owe you in the future )\" She smiled apologetically as she ended up having to resort to her own Drow words. She bowed low showing gratitude as she took Ourania's hand and held it a moment, then let it go and walked toward the steps. She paused looking at them but knew it was time to grieve and face all of the day's events. \n\nWalking up the steps felt heavy, slow and like time was dragging her back down. She pushed through and made it to the top of the Tavern. She walked down the hall to the third room where she unlocked it and opened the door. Looking in she saw how cold it was, How the room was not lit up, how the moon shown through the window, the small bed, compaired to her huge bed back home. Stepping in she shut the door and locked it then propped a chair up on the door. She blinked and her vision blurred as tears fell to the wood chair, Standing she pushed them away with enough time to make it to the bed before she held the pillow to her face and cried. ``alone...`` She cried harder feeling the heaviness of everything on her. How Avalor had pushed her there, the vision coming back as he stopped the guards but they didn't hurt him. ``he ...Was part of this all... He... He betrayed me...`` She cried till her voice broke and the tears just fell, eventually falling asleep. <" } ]	371	8,507
248	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Orpheon Jaeger", "message": "The Singing Shepherd was not a usual stop for Jaeger on his travels. But daylight had come and that required him to seek shelter in the halfling's home. Nellady was a welcoming woman, as were the staff, who accepted his coin for a room for a day and a night. This would give him some time to perhaps see a return of the silver spent on the room, and on food and drink. He didn't need the sustenance like the Living, but he had found that people did not ask as many questions of well paying customers. \n\nThe bard had ate on the road, and he was thankful of the deer that had saved him from his hunger. Jaeger now sat in the small tavern with the Grim-Lyre in hand. As thanks for their hospitality and kindness, he agreed to put on one Hell of a show. \n\nThe songs he played ranged from lively and dance worthy, to slow and melancholic. With his latest piece, he used the Mist to create figures as he sang. These figures would dance and fight in accordance to each verse, but amidst these chaotic scenes were two figures - a man and a woman that joined in the dancing, or participated in the fighting to escape. Both of them were artisans, and he couldn't help but feel nostalgic of the story of how his parents had met. \n\nIt was then that he took notice of the door opening into the tavern, showing a figure illuminated by the torches that were lit outside in order to attract travelers. Jaeger eyed this figure as he paused the song, and therefore allowed the Mist to disappate into nothingness. The same welcome that had been offered to him was likewise offered to the figure." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Travelling further to the Northeast region, near the foreign lands, Severus finally reached Miller Dale of Heatherstead.\n\nThe journey through the land of Dwarvens were dangerous, yet waa thrilling. Upon the arrival at this land of positivity and full of light, he was looking for something more exciting.\n\nThe curvy streets of Miller Dale led him to a welcoming looking tavern, the Singing Shepherd. The name was written on a hanging sign outside the tavern. Without hesitation, he pushed the front door gently. A women welcomed the new guest and Severus nodded politely in reply. The atmosphere was peaceful, but just recently, he could hear music echoed inside. There was a fireplace warmed up the house and the crackling sound was... Crackling.\n\nSeverus could feel everything that was living in this building, an extraordinary power that human might not be able to comprehend. Yet, there was still something bothered Severus as he looked around. People obviously did not care about his presence except for one. That was a bard.\n\nHis eyes were like glowing through the holes on the metal helmet. He looked at the bard that he believed to have less 'life energy' than the rest of the place.\n\nHe had an urge, an urge to approach and have a conversation with that individual.\n\n\"That's a good lyre you have got.\"\n\n\"Actually, you know what? We've just met but... We are quite similar. Especially in one aspect.\"\n\nSeverus spoke metaphorically, mostly because he was not sure if his instinct was correct or not.\n\nIt was not so long until another person entered the tavern. Usually, Severus would not care about that, but this time, he turned his back to look towards the entrance after the bard finished answering.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Kafral", "message": "The eyes that peered through the door of the tavern were far from human, and despite the pale blighted color, the creature brimmed with life. His arms were long, armed fingertips hanging below the knee tipped with wooden claws. The best word to describe the creature was a poorly disguised monster, and despite this all, it spoke in perfect language\n\n\"What is that music?\"\n\nThe creature had no mouth, nose, or any other facial feature than the pale yellow orbs that peered from behind the mask. Even the seemingly perfect speech felt less like a voice and more like a recording. The tone was off for such a lively tavern, strained and almost fearful.\n\nThe woman that greeted Kafral was certainly no stranger to oddities, but the leafy skin and plank mask led to the conclusion that a plant had walked into her tavern. Kafral stood completely still in the doorway, no heartbeat, no breath, staring at the bard with curious eyes. It wasn't until he was further ushered in that Kafral awkwardly stood in the middle of the tavern, with the same cold stare\n\n\"Music\"\n\nThe mask that adorned Kafral's \"Face\" Began to vibrate and warp, changing one tone at a time until a small piece of the bard's performance was played back to him through a wild filter. Recognizable, but not quite right, the sound was otherwise pure minus a familiar streak of corruption in a soul that was close to letting go" }, { "author": "Orpheon Jaeger", "message": "\"You speak true. We sre indeed Quite similar. Apparently\", he paused to view the masked stranger who had been admiring his music and the story he had told with the Mist. Seeing it replayed before him was interesting to say the least, even with the distorted audio playback that accompanied. Jaeger continued; \"We are all of similar stock. You may join me, both of you, at my table. Give me a few moments. I may much of the man I was, but I am still a man of my word. Please. Sit and enjoy.\"\n\nThe three of them together reminded him of a song. Even if it wasn't applicable to their respective roles, the similarities were quite prevalent. His calloused fingertips plucked the strings with practiced ease. The Mist reforemed and began to form a shape based off of the character he sang of. Thankfully, this was a more popular song for the common folk and was not left to sing alone.\n\n\"There will come a soldier,\nWho carries a mighty sword;\nHe will tear your city down,\nOh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord;\nHe will tear your city down,\nOh lei, oh lai, oh Lord. \n\n\"There will come a poet,\nWhose weapon is his word;\nHe will slay you with his tongue,\nOh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord;\nHe will slay you with his tongue, \nOh lei, oh lai, oh Lord.\n\n\"There will come a ruler,\nWhose brow is laid in thorn;\nSmeared with oil like David's boy,\nOh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord;\nSmeared with oil like David's boy,\nOh lei, oh lai, oh Lord.\"\n\nApplause and cheers rang out, as the last note echoed into nothingness. He announced then that he was going to rest for a moment in order to converse with the strangers joining him. \n\n\"Pardon me gentlemen. I had to placate the passer-by. Otherwise, we would not be able to take this moment and speak. I am Jaeger the Fallen, a pleasure to meet you both.\"\n\nThere was food and drink delivered to the table, and Jaeger had to stifle a laugh. It was unlikely that they would be feasting like most of the Living do, but the food would hopefully not go to waste." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus gently nodded at the friendly invitation as he carefully moved the small wooden chair to make way for himself.\n\nThe quick and lively melody was catchy, not to mention the folks joined and sung along as well. It caused for Severus to feel anemoia, such an unfamiliar thing could reached the mind of a life-full undead. At the end of the song, Severus had to wait for people to stop cheering so that he could have a proper talk with the two interesting men.\n\n\"It's a pleasant to meet you too,\" Then he turned to the... Plant man.* \"And you as well.\"\n\nSeverus nodded to the waiter as a thank for having brought the refreshments. Before continuing,\n\n\"I am Severus Lavendrature. You two can call me Severus.\"\n\nHis calm and deep voice was not too loud, just enough for them to hear. The farmers and others were just making some noises in the background which was not a big issue. The crackling sound of coming from the fire was natural and heartwarming.\n\n\"This is my first day at Miller Dale, I didn't expect that this place is so much more bright amd happy compared to the folks' narration.\"\n\nHe chuckled a bit then spoke again,\n\n\"Well, just kidding.\"\n\nNo one including himself knew how could he make such a terrible joke. That must be the worst joke he had ever made. After the awful joke, he waited for the plank man to introduce himself... Or would he just say \"Music\" Again?\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Kafral", "message": "Kafral stared at Severus with eyes as blank as the mask he wore. Expressionless, it was difficult to tell exactly what the creature was thinking. The awkward moment was broken as the mask began to vibrate and buzz, forcing strange sounds to play together in a wild form of volatile speech.\n\n\"Sever Us\"\n\nThe wilderling spoke the name slowly, like a child learning a new word. It was the only interaction Kafral offered before turning his attention back to the bard of the room\n\n\"Yay Gear\"\n\nThe starved yellow that clouded Kafral's eyes seemed a little less shrouded when looking at the bard, recognizing something he didn't quite understand\n\n\"Fallen\"\n\nThe word was spoken differently than the rest, carrying with it a small ambience of woodland creatures, partly comforting, but mostly strange. Kafral looked back and forth between the two as he spoke his word, nothing below his neck moved as one eye was locked on Jaeger and the other on Severus. Were it not so unnerving, the sight could be quite comical." }, { "author": "Orpheon Jaeger", "message": "\"A pleasure, Severus. And... Hmm\", he was amused at the attempt of the joke, but humor was clearly not something the armored undead was particularly proficient in just yet. Still, Jaeger was not rude and chuckled in response. \n\n\"Not exactly sure about the joke, but the place is rather beautiful, I agree.\"\n\nJaeger eyed the masked face of the creature. He was sentient, knowing it's surroundings and the basics of decorum. What he was, exactly, was unknown to the Necromancer. But he was a bit simple-minded, judging by his diction. \n\n\"Your name, friend. Can I hear it?\"\n\nThankfully, this was not the first time he had dealt with such problems with linguistics. As he spoke, slowly and clearly, he used sign language to accompany each word. He had learned some of the signs over his years wandering from here to there, mostly just enough to find out basic information. \n\n\"You know my name. Jaeger\", he touched his chest and then held his hand, palm facing the chest of the creature, \"And you?\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus would just observe the two talking as he did not have any much to say. He gently patted the pommel of the rapier on his right side. There were two other swords neatly sat on the left side of his hip. One's parts seemed to be made of gold.\n\nThe chair he was sitting in was squeaking, he was worried that it would not be able to bear the weight. But he believed in it anyways.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Kafral", "message": "Without any evidence of expression, a string of buzzing pitches played through the mask in a fraction of a second. Some of the sounds were simply too high or too low to be heard by human ears, but were still uncomfortable enough to leave a ringing in the ears of men. Kafral would immediately follow the display up with his usual wild speech.\n\n\"Jaegrr\"\n\nA clawed hand went out to both Jaeger and Severus, the wooden claws long and curved more closely resembled talons. Now staring at the empty space between the two, Kafral spoke once more.\n\n\"Jaeger, Severus, Kafral\"\n\nAs one eyes rolled sideways to look as Jaeger, another turned to see Serverus" }, { "author": "Orpheon Jaeger", "message": "\"Good to meet you, Kafral. Thank you for joining us\", Jaeger said with a rather pleased smile. He was scared for a moment that their conversation would be more different, but his fear turned out to be unfounded. At least for now. \n\nTapping his fingers on the table as he openly stared at Kafral, Jaeger pondered quietly as the festivities of the tavern when on about them. Then, he snapped his fingers. The bard turned his attention back to the armored Severus and nodded, \"Our friend Kafral here is an interesting one. A forest creature. The embodiment of natural life taking sentience, sitting with two who are absent of that which makes them Living.\"\n\nJaeger laughed softly, before taking his glass of wine and sipping it slowly and casually. He presented himself as noble. From how he spoke to how he squared his shoulders, keeping his back straight and chin parallel to the table." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "Severus would simply nod at Kafral after hearing his... Perhaps name. He could only confirm after Jaeger's greeting.\n\n\"Haha, in a lively place of purely mortals.\"\n\nThe weird conversation caught others attention, though Severus did not mind.\n\nSeverus reached out to pat the nearby wooden pillar, mostly wanted to see what kind of wood was that. The quality of it was brilliant.\n\nSuddenly, the tavern's door was brutally opened and a creepy man appeared, shouting as he was looking for someone,* \"Hah! Found thou, bastard. We'v meet again! Now, I'v returned with better men. Thou shall pay for thing thou had done!\" He pointed at Severus.\n\nSeverus stared at the man, trying to remember where did they meet,\n\n\"We've really met before?\"\n\nThe fierce man, whose face was ferociously deformed, kept shouting at Severus. After a while of causing problem, he walked inside the building. A group of strong and muscular men were also coming with him. Their face was evil and they were all armed with swords and armour.\n\nSeverus sighed seeing that. Still trying to remember who was that man." }, { "author": "Kafral", "message": "The shouting seemed to frighten Kafral, the wilderling puffing up its leafy flesh as the fronds behind the mask leaned forward. As the mask began to buzz and distort, a perverted recording was played through the vibrations. The sound was horrid, hundreds of screams, men, women, and even children played back through the mask accompanied by an eerie strain of corruption. Though the screams were worrying in their own right, something was just a little off with every memory of fear. Kafral even began to release a putrid stink, the smell akin to rotten flesh. The sickly sweet smell flooded the table as the screams were cut off completely. Now those blighted eyes aimed their illness at the men, clouds of sun running rampant behind the mask" }, { "author": "Orpheon Jaeger", "message": "Jaeger continued to sit, only standing to gently lull the screams into silence, including Kafral's. Severus seemed confused by these men and their sudden appearance, and Kafral was not helping. Instead, he stepped away from the table, and the horrid smell that Kafral had unleashed. \n\n\"Gentlemen, can we not settle this outside? This place and these people are not the object of your revenge or justice, so perhaps we can save them the sight of you all butchering each other?\"\n\nJaeger's hope was that his words would touch the humanity in not only these men, but Severus as well. Currently, Jaeger and the Grim-Lyre were the only line of defense between the thuggish brutes who had roughly intruded upon the serenity of the Shepherd, and it's patrons. \n\n\"Please. See reason and let's all step outside, so you all and Severus may handle your business.\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "The men were confused and disgusted what happened to the wood creature but they did not retreat just because of that. Soon after that, they all were back to normal again and keep their raging atitude.\n\nThe man with deformed face shouted angrily at Jaeger for interupting his business, \"Not thou problem, thou moron!\" He intended to draw his sword and strike at Jaeger.\n\nHowever, his attention was ruined because Severus quickly grasped his arm and almost broke it. The cracking bone sound could be hear, but not too clearly. That man nearly screamed because of the pain.\n\n\"Keep that away from this gentleman.\" Severus' voice was threatening and determined. Oh, he also learned the word \"Gentleman\" From Jaeger.\n\nHowever, what could possibly stop the fools from doing what they wanted? One of the guy from the group of the muscular men who followed that deformed man patted Severus' shoulder, \"And you keep away from captain.\"\n\n\"Captain huh?\" Something reminded him about that deformed man. He might be the pirate captain, an unnamed person in Severus' mind.\n\n\"Ah! You are him. The day by the seashore, I hit you so hard that you almost died right?\" Severus laughed loudly at him. \"You're really brave. Really brave.\"\n\nThe captain was annoyed because of his mocking words, and was about to tell the man behind Severus to do something. However, he did not expect another brutal bash blew on his skull, caused him to lie on the floor unconscious. \"Iron-fist is not for decorating. I won't let you-\"\n\nSuddenly, someone interupted Severus while he was speaking. A woman sound shouted at the group, \"ALL OF YOU! GET OUT OF HERE. Or I will call the guards to kick your ass!\" That was Nellady the mid-age woman shouting at them. She was a daring woman.\n\nAnother muscular man from the group was annoyed and was about to approach Nellady." }, { "author": "Kafral", "message": "The continued chaos seemed to be taking a toll on the wilderling. Kafral's mask began to buzz and glow, the heat radiating from it jumping higher and higher with each new demonstration of violence. By the time Severus had knocked one of the men to the floor, the wilderling was primed to fire. Small flames licked Kafral's shoulders, bring small patches of leafy flesh to ash before dissipating. But how unfortunate, and how cruel was the world when another loud should broke Kafral's facade. Kafral's face flashed in the direction of Nellady, the pink light from the mask leaving the wilderling nearly blind. By the time Nellady got out her last word, the building pressure in the mask discharged in a bright beam of light. The beam carried years from under the sun, condensed and concentrated into a blast of localized heat capable of burning through several inches of flesh in less than a second. Though the blasts hardly lasted longer than half a second, the destruction they had left behind was horrid." }, { "author": "goldfih.", "message": "A player left Eluaria." } ]	226	3,968
185.1	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "_duckerman", "message": "A small ripped piece of cloth impaled on a branch swayed in front of Dismas. He stared at it intently.\nIt wasn't much to write home about, it was a piece of cloth, usually common when it came to woods near villages. The youth running into woods to play or gather berries. However most still remained close to the village when they went to the forest, in the bright of day, aware not to stray far because they knew that if they did, they'd soon see themselves lost in the underbrush, it was just common sense.\nThe knight, however, was deep in the cold forest, the chill from the humid air sticking to his armor, wetting the steel plates. All that could be heard was the occasional howl from an animal in the distance and the creaking of the trees, although part of that may have to do with the moon light just barely piercing through the branches of the trees atop. No one came here, those who did were either lost or dead, yet here he saw a pieces of ripped cloth, a sign of life.\nHe snatched the piece from the branch and brought it to his breath, visible with every exhale, he got a closer look. The piece of linen was a muted yellow, it could very well be ripped off a shirt that got stuck into the branch when it's wearer was trying to run away from something, but the muted yellow matched the description of what he was hunting, if there was much of a description at all. It wasn't much of a clue, but it was A* Clue, it told him that he was exactly where he needed to be, deep in a dark forest possibly filled with monsters and other horrors.\nHe quickly turned around to see what was behind him, as if he had heard a voice in the distance, putting his hand at his hip ready to draw his sword, but there was nothing. Whether it was just his imagination or there was actually something way deeper back down from whence he came, he couldn't tell, he couldn't see jack past 10 feet in front of him.\nHe rubbed his eyes as he turned back before letting out a yawn. He was tired." }, { "author": "Mimi", "message": "As Dismas drifted in and out of consious, he could hear the distant voice... Steadily getting closer... He tried to look around... And a few feet away, entering his vision... Was something strange...\n\nSome sort of humanoid creature... Nearly entirely covered in a muted yellow costume, the same shade of yellow as the ripped cloth on the nearby branch..." }, { "author": "_duckerman", "message": "Dismas shook his head and began to march onwards on the path, the sound of the lantern on his belt squeaking as it swayed back and fourth and the metal clanks from his armor could be heard through the forest.\nAs he marched he ran into a peculiar sight, a short being with a muted colored costume appeared in front of him. He took a slight step back with a sharp inhale, his right hand now fully gripping his sword ready to draw.\nHe stared the thing down, his torn colored tabard swaying in the light wind, it matched the description given to him by the villagers, although 'covered in a yellow costume' wasn't that hard of a prompt to match.\nThe thing had an unsettling aura, something the knight couldn't exactly pinpoint, it just gave him sense of unease, then again what exactly didn't give the man a sense of unease in the current situation. The dark surroundings, the sound of leaves and branches dancing, even at times when the terrain wasn't perfect for an ambush he always had a feeling that someone, something was watching him, a feeling that felt more normal than para.\nHe loosened the grip he had on the hilt, pushing it slightly back into it's scabbard. This 'monster' had shown itself, something a lot of monsters don't do, at least not without a piercing screech and a lunge. He felt as if this thing wanted him then it would've done a move by now.\n\"Who- What are you?\" He whispered curiously, a question he more so asked to himself rather than the being in front of him. He wasn't sure whether the chances of it being just a kid in disguise was more likely than it simply being a monster trying to lure him in, then again the latter tended to happen a lot. He kept his distance, kept his hand by his sword, he didn't know why but something told him this thing was mostly harmless, or maybe it was just wishful thinking, hoping that he didn't have to fight anything." }, { "author": "Mimi", "message": "As he got the monsters attention, it turned its head, revealing wide, black eyes, red cheeks, and a jagged, malicious smile. It stepped back a small bit, its long, large claws limp and swaying by its side... It tilted its head in curiosity as it stepped a little closer, its voice too weak to hear from the distance between them.\n\nAnd then... It began to walk closer." }, { "author": "_duckerman", "message": "The knight fully let go of his sword. Instead of yelping in horror running away like a normal person he stayed, thinking of his options. He thought about lunging at it, tackling it and bringing it to the villagers as proof, he thought about cutting it down with his sword and bringing it's head instead.\nHis decision however, was to watch instead is it came closer, taking the lantern from his belt and raising it to get a better look. Something about this, the unsettlement this creature brought him, the paranoia caused by the environment, the dread in it's movements, it all sunk into him slowly, like a spider slowly crawling up his skin. It was a fear he barely got to experience, one that wasn't caused by constant flashes of grotesque imagery, loud noises, piercing screeches like he was used to, it was a slow settling fear that more so told him something was wrong rather than his life fully being in danger, and he for some reason enjoyed the feeling.\nAs he raised his lantern he decided to waddle closer to it, he knew it was a bad idea although at the time he just believed all the thing could do was lunge at his face and claw it off, however his visor could easily stop that from happening. He lowered his visor at the half way point and began to crouch, lifting the lantern closer to the little thing, who knows, maybe he could lure with the false sense of safety before snatching it, he had to remember that he had a job to do." }, { "author": "Mimi", "message": "With each step, both characters became more and more anxious, though for differing reasons. But soon... Dismas was close enough to barely hear and fully take in the creature's appearance. It's voice was meek... Quiet and soft, and... It sounded like she was being strangled... Taking a desperate inhale with each word in its voice.\n\n\"Are... Hh...* You... Hh... Freind...?\"\n\nAs it tilts it's head up, Dismas could see a bit of rope taut around its neck." }, { "author": "_duckerman", "message": "Dismas stared at the rope with intent, it was an easy grappling point, one he could tug at and be done with the job, but he questioned on whether he should actually do it or not. The thing in front of him was unsettling, but harmless, maybe that's what it wanted him to think, but maybe it was the months of tragedy he's seen or the fact that it was one of the first things in years that actually almost referred to him as a friend, luring him closer and closer.\nThe monster was not anything he had seen before, not to mention it could talk. He could very well just pull out a dagger and stab it through the chin, drag it's limp body to the villagers and get nothing in return as is his reward for every job, before riding down into the sunset. It would be an average Saturday night to the man, dealing with the paranormal quick and not so easy before sitting in a secluded part of the forest to booze, rinse and repeat.\nHere however, for the first time in a while, something different was in front of him, something that reached it's hand out and offered friendship.\nHe knew it was a horrible idea, he knew he'd surely die by getting closer, but soon his curiosity and want for something more, something different, got the better of him.\nHe stared at the rope around it's neck once more, this time not with the intent of pulling on it, he noticed it's voice although soft sounded like it was begging for air. He reached his hand out, armored and wrapped in steel, for the rope, not give it a yank but rather to attempt to untie it off the monster.\n\"Uh... Yes.. I'm uh.. I'm a friend.\" He said hesitantly, mostly unsure of himself " }, { "author": "Mimi", "message": "It hisses in fright and recoils as he makes a motion toward the ropes on its neck, barely making out a fearful, \"Don't... Hf... Touch!\" It grabs at the rope around its neck defensively, it's breathing, though still strained, was becoming faster, and... It sounds like it's panicking at just the thought of the rope being removed. In reality, the rope wasn't painfully tight. Uncomfortable, very, but It did not completely keep the creature from breathing. Just tight enough to hold down the hood of its costume over its face. After giving itself a moment to steady its emotions, it continues introducing itself.\n\n\"M-m-m-my name... Hhh... Mimi...\"" }, { "author": "_duckerman", "message": "Dismas lowered his hand, and with it, he lowered his guard. Maybe he was falling into a trap laid by the thing, but he realized that if it wanted him dead it would've tried something and most certainly wouldn't have told him it's name.\n\"Uh.. Hey there Mimi, I'm Dismas.\" He said, more confused than hesitant, despite it's fairly amicable offers he still felt an unease, although his curiosity over powered the feeling. \"Your rope around your neck, does it not hurt?\" He asked, in a tone as if he was talking to a child, the size, voice, mannerism, even the name of this being certainly could've fooled him." }, { "author": "Mimi", "message": "She lowers her claws away from her neck as Dismas backs off as she whimpers, \"N-no. No... Hh* Not really.\" Her voice crackles a little, in a strange fashion, before quickly apologizing, \"Sorry...\" And giving a weak, nervous chuckle...\n\nShe then tries to explain the rope, though her voice is very slow, so carrying a long-winded explanation would take patience.\n\n\"So... The... The rope... Hf It's only... Really... Hh Mildly... Hhhh Uncomfortable! And... Hh There for... Good reason. Hh\"\n\n\"It's to... Keep... My costume on...\"" }, { "author": "_duckerman", "message": "Visible air seeped and blew through the holes and slits of his visor, staring into where his eyes should be, even if a lantern was close to his face you could barely see his eyes, only a light hazel tint far back.\nHe raised his visor, although with a seemingly sudden grasp he raised it slowly, making sure the little beast in front of him wouldn't lunge at his face. Behind the visor showed a dirtied face with sunken eyes, a fairly well groomed mustache and beard, colored black with strands of silver over his lips.\n\"I see...\" He said after it gave him an answer. \"..And what a lovely costume it is, did you make it yourself?\" He said, finally with a friendly smile, although not entirely genuine, he more so put it on to keep it from feeling threatened." }, { "author": "Mimi", "message": "Mimi nodded shyly \"Y-yeah.\" \n\nShe fidgeted with her clawed fingers a little. \"Th-th-thank... Hh For the compliment... Hh I'm... Glad someone... Hh Appreciates... My HhhArd work...\"" }, { "author": "_duckerman", "message": "Dismas tilted his head as he changed the subject, a little not fully. \"Impresive, especially with those clawed hands. You live out here all by yourself? How'd you manage to get the materials to make such a garb?\"" }, { "author": "Mimi", "message": "\"I find them... HhhHere and there... Abandoned buildings... H Sometimes i... Hhh Rummage around town... Anything i can find...\" Mimi gives a few breathy giggles, and if you were able to see her face, you'd see a slight blush under her fur. Unfortunately, Dismas couldn't, so for him, her expression was entirely up to his imagination." }, { "author": "_duckerman", "message": "It started to rain in the forest, very much like the amount, Disams' anxiety grew slightly, he wasn't sure if he properly oiled his armor this morning. He didn't bring a cloak either, her he thought he'd be facing oblivion by tracking a monster, in reality he just found some beastly kid in the forest, who despite the claws and the unsettling presence, didn't seem to have the will to even hurt a fly. Not like his old dusty cloak would do much, it was ladened with holes and slashes.\nThe mention of abandoned houses gave him a better picture, the people near by talked of sights of an evil spirit, a fearful silhouette they would catch glimpses of in the night, chills strong enough to give horrible nightmares, a lot of the victims were young kids who despite the old wives tales went to the woods at night, visiting some barren shack to do god knows what, other victims concluded of a group of the young brothers who tried reclaiming an abandoned house that was owed to them. He decided to ask one last question.\n\"Have you encountered anybody in these abandoned houses? Kids and young couples? A pair of brothers perhaps?\"" }, { "author": "Mimi", "message": "Mimi shyly tilts her head to the side, not completely sure what the knight was talking about... Yes, she had come across some people, mostly kids venturing the woods, but if this knight were searching for someone, he would have to be a slight bit more specific. But, she was beginning to get a little bored of this conversation... And feeling the nervousness the knight had about the sudden rain, she felt it would be best if it were to end sooner rather than later, so after a quick moment of thought, she simply shook her head, saying, \"No... Sorry... Hh But... Good luck finding them...\" The knight couldn't tell if the chipper tone in her voice was genuine hope for his search, a playful snark, or something else." }, { "author": "_duckerman", "message": "\"Oh they're already found.\" He said standing back up. \"Well... Besides one he was last seen sprinting into the woods 3 days ago, probably turned to food for the wolves as we speak. No, the people that concerns me are folks who have caught sight of a disturbing silhouette within these woods, bone chilling enough to give them nightmares. I was sent to look for that silhouette, or whom I only got a clear description from one man, who gave me a description that fits yours like a glove.\" He let out a sigh. \"See I thought that this monster they found in the woods would be fairly aggressive, you know peasant superstition, they overdramatize what they actually see. Although unless they speak of a different beast so far from what I've seen.. Well I guess I've been proven wrong. I have no intention of hurting you, I just need to know whether or not you gave those people the apparitions, and if so I need you to promise me not to do it again.\"" }, { "author": "Mimi", "message": "She becomes audibly nervous hearing this... \"Hhh... Yeah, that... Hh Could be me... HI'm... Terrifying under my costume... Hh It's entirely possible I may be...\"\n\nShe chokes up a little, hitting her hand to her chest and letting out a violent cough, before weakly, yet confidently stating, \"That may be me.\"" }, { "author": "_duckerman", "message": "\"Was it on purpose?\" He asked with an eyebrow raised. \"Was it out of malice or was it simply a cause of your current.. Being.\"\n'Under my costume?' he asked to himself, question peaked his interest, the girl was unsettling sure, but was there truly something so horrifying as it would cause nightmares and madness, all under such a small frame? Part of him wanted to ask her if she could show him, besides how perverted he'd sound, he contemplated on whether or not his curiosity being quenched was truly worth being traumatized. Then again, what exactly could leave his mind more scared and nightmare ridden than it was? WWat could he see that could chill him to the core more than what life had already showed him?\nHe pulled on the hairs of his chin, he didn't get his answer yet, but he was preparing for if she said yes. If she did, she'd be a threat and as is his job he'd have to find a way to get rid of her, by force is a means he didn't want to do, despite that one demented voice in the back of his head telling him that killing her here was no different than killing a rat, he still didn't want to do it. He had to think of another way." }, { "author": "Mimi", "message": "\"I'd... Hh Never hurt anyone... Hh If they didn't ask for it... Hhh\"\n\nShe politely waited for any other questions... Eager for Dismas to hurry along, especially now that the rain began to quickly pick up quite a bit..." } ]	151.5	3,702
86.269231	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Slush", "message": "Slush was so close to Aismir. She could feel it. She had just killed a giant bird out of self-defense, but feeling hungry after the scuffle, she was hoping that the bird's flesh would secure her a good bite to eat on her way further into the forest, but the meat was a bit too tough to chew for her... She'd have to find something in the city... Though she was still looking around desperately for something she could sate her hunger with." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "Richard is camping nearby and cooking his fresh cough pray with masterful focus to make it as good as possible.\n\n\"Perfect now that the meat is done let's start with the seasoning.\"\n\nHe said as he was starting to season the meat and grill some vegetables to go together.\n\n\"Nothing is better then fresh food.\"" }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "Slush makes a sudden noise hearing the voice... Quickly realizing that someone nearby means Aismir might be close! She rushes in the direction of the voice, using her knife to cut down shrubbery in her way so it doesn't get caught on her cloak, grunting with every swing.\n\nShe hops on top of the trunk of a fallen tree and vaults over it, sliding down a hill into a small clearing, where Richard is cooking. Her feet make a soft, yet audible enough thud on the ground under her." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "After he finished the presentation for the food he started to hear something just when he was started to take a bite. He looks in the direction of the sound and yelled.\n\n\"Who is there. If you look for trouble I am letting you know that by not letting me eat you will surly find it.\"\n\nHe gets in a ready to strike position." }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "Laying eyes on Slush, Richard gets a good look at the intruder. A white, humanoid reptilian creature with red eyes, small markings on her cheeks, wrapping herself in a red cloak. She steps back a moment, afraid of the man's tone, but then as she begins to approach, she shyly explains as she steps closer, \"H-H-Hello... M-my name is Slush... I'm... Uh... Well, at the moment, I'm looking for Aismir, but I'd... I'd also like something to eat, so... Uhm... You don't mind if i have a piece, yeah?\"" }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "Richard looks her up and down to verify that she is not threatening.\n\"Well as long as you put that knife away, we can talk.\"\n\nGrabs a tree stump for her and puts it nest to him and the fire.\n\n\"Come here I can't let you die. From what I can see if you are in any way the same as the lizardfolk from my home you will freeze to death.\"\n\n\nHe cuts her a bit chunk of seasoned roast.\n\n\"My name is Richard by the way. Hope my cooking is up to your standard.\"" }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "\"Oh, don't worry about me freezing, I'm... I'm used to the cold.\" She chuckles nervously, before being handed a chunk of roast, biting into it.\n\nShe swallows the chunk of meat, mumbling, \"Myeah. Pretty good.\" And quickly taking another bite." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "As she got closer the camper that looked like a normal human started to seem a bit different. Really bright blue eyes, a powerful build and strange marks around his body just like that of a jaguar.\n\n\"Glad you like it. Used or not a bit o fire to warm the body never did something bad.\"\n\nHe puts an other log on the fire.\n\n\"So what made you travel if you don't mind me asking. You don't seem like the type that loves the outdoors just for the sake of it\"" }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "\"Oh, I do actually Really Like the outdoors, but well... Eh... I'm just trying to find a place where I can be accepted...\"\n\n\"I've never really... Felt That I've been with the right people... Ever.\"\n\nShe takes another bite of steak, moving a little bit to lean against the human, before quickly noticing the jaguar print on the skin of his neck.\n\nShe curiously strokes his neck with a claw, asking inquisitively, \"Oooh... Are those tattoos...?\"" }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "He looks at Slush to see what she is referring to.\n\n\"Oh this?\"\n\nHe chuckled.\n\n\"No no, this is my skin. I am not exactly human.\"\n\nHe brings his hand in front of her and from a human hand albeit with jaguar print on it it transforms in a bigger hand with claws, with paw pads underneath and the transformed part is full of furr.\n\n\"See! I am somewhat like a shape-shifter but I can go only from my normal form to that of a jaguar and a hybrid of both.\"" }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "She intensely stares at the big paw. \"Woaaah. Neat.\"\n\nShe then tries to reach for the paw curiously, her claws wiggling in the air, asking \"Can i feel it?\"\n\nShe's obviously very eager and excited to do so." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "He gives her the paw.\n\"Sure can little one.\"\nRichard smiled saying that. He was amused and happy to see her enthusiasm." }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "Slush lets out a cute little squeal as she cuddles and prods the paw. \"EEE!\" She tightly hugs Richard's hand, telling him, \"I've honestly always wanted fur... But... Well, i guess i don't have much reason for it now aside from comfort...\"" }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "Richard ponders for a second. \"Hmm now that I think about it, maybe I have something.\" \n\nRichard is digging in his bag trying to find something and then he pulls out 2 furr skin's of rabbits.\n\n\" Well I am good at skining not so much at sewing, but if you are ok with it I can try to improvise you a furr cloak. But if not I can give them to you and maybe you will find someone more inclined to do that and make it for you.\"\n\nRichard is saying while showing her the 2 skin's of white rabbit furr." }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "Slush looks up at the rabbit skins, then down at her cloak. Thinking about it, while she likes the aesthetics of the old, dirtied and torn cloak, she would greatly appreciate the inside's texture to be something more soft on her skin... She has no clue how to sew... But maybe if she took the skins and tried to find someone in Aismir who Could Sew...\n\n\"That sounds awesome!\"" }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "\"I am happy you like it.\" Richard is giving her the skins and he is happy to know that at least he made someone's day a bit better.\n\"If you don't mind me asking, you said you want to find a place to feel accepted. What happened to make you feel like that? I don't see anything problematic with you.\" Richard is saying thinking of the lizard folks from his region. He understood they are not the same but maybe because he is used to other sentient creatures and the survival of the fittest mentality that he dose not really see any problem with her. Maybe the lack of hunting skills." }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "Slush stares at him a little while, unblinking, as if staring into space before abruptly giggling nervously, \"I'd rather not get into that... T-trust me, there's a lot going on... Let's just... Say i've never been accepted because... Well, have You Ever seen a white kobold...?\"" }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "Richard is looking at her a bit confused and raising an eyebrow.\n\"And? Pardon me if I seem rude but I am not sure the complexity of your skin should be a social problem.\" And then he stops for a second to ponder and says.\n\"Although it can be unhelpful trying to blend in some places maybe that can make hunting difficult for you. It's that it? If so I can try and help you out with some strategies for that.\" \nHe is saying with a very serious face." }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "Slush nods, adding, \"Pretty much... But... People also thought it was creepy...? Though... Now...\" She shudders for half a moment.\n\n\"I have an awful feeling it was... Fitting. Almost foreshadowing where I am now...\"\n\nSlush takes a last bite of her roast, looking up into a distant nothingness once again, before Richard barely makes out the distant, but noisy snap of a branch." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "\"Don't be so harsh on yourself I am sure you ...\" He stopped mid sentence.\n\nRichard quickly looked towards the sound and got up on his feet and on guard.\n\n\"Did you heard that? By any chance do you travel with someone else?\" \nHe asked Slush while fixated on the origin of the sound." }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "Slush is still staring into the distance... But is aware enough to at least respond to his voice. \"No... Ever since leaving the mountains, I've been travelling alone. I didn't hear anything, anyways...\"\n\nSoon after looking back at him, she adds, \"Plus, that direction... I... Don't think i came that direction.\"" }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "\"I said its better to ask.\"\n\nRichard jumped from his position to the nearest tree from the direction of the sound to try and get a heads up against anything that can be potentially dangerous." }, { "author": "Narration", "message": "As Slush watches from behind, Richard looks around the foliage of the woods in the direction of the sound... When suddenly, in the corner of his eye, something incomprehensibly terrifying forces him to recoil in terror away from the trees. Some sort of pitch-black, bipedal creature in a dirty, ragged and torn costume with yellow eyes had caught his attention, and an indescribable, uncontrollable, sense of fear is coursing through him..." }, { "author": "Richard Wildheart", "message": "Richard after seeing the creature he was terrified, all the cells in his body screaming at him to go.\n\n\"What the hell!\" \nHe said pretty loud. Then dashed towards the campfire.\nSlush can see that he has a mortified expression on his face.\n\n\"I saw, I saw...\" Then he gets back his calmness.\n\"Wait what did I see?\"\nAnd he thinks for a second.\nMy instincts went haywire and run automatically. Now that I think about it something is strange. After I started to run I didn't had that feeling anymore\n\nThen he gets back at Slush.\n\"Something truly strange is in there. And I am not sure what.\"" }, { "author": "Slush", "message": "Slush gets up from her seat on the log, rushing over with a confused expression. Almost on instinct, she bravely decides to run into the woods ahead and tackle the monster...\n\n\nQuite a while later, she returns, a nervous fear in her eyes, but... Not nearly as much as Richard's." }, { "author": "Mimi", "message": "Following behind her is the monster Richard had seen... But upon second glance, it's much smaller than it first looked. Just a tiny bit bigger than Slush. It shyly raises its hand, \"S-S-S-Sorry... For... Scaring you...\"" } ]	90	2,243
103.941176	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Ayen Perris", "message": "~In the warm sun by a small pond, Ayen is reading a book in plants. His hair is moved to the side and out of the way. His staff is planted into the ground next to him, humming with a faint noise, as if acting like a white noise machine. On Ayen's lap, a small deer is sleeping. Where the deer came from, he knows not. However he aims not to disturb it. His shirt is hanging off the the side to dry after he had gotten wet from an accidental fall into the pond. His aura of peace and serenity is almost visible as he is akin to a capybara in pack of gators. Then sun is shining against his skin, making me look ever so slightly more appealing to the eyes.~" }, { "author": "Saura", "message": "Is picking herbs by a low running stream, the course of it bubbling over smooth stones. She sets them on a rock to dry, dipping her fingertips in the cool flow of water to sluice the dirt from her fingertips. She hears a small hum in the distance, not a sound she has known a creature of the woods to produce. Wiping her hands on her thighs, she gathers her herbs, drops them into a small bag tied to her hip and rises to investigate. \nHer steps are silent. No twig snapping, not even the crumble of a leaf under her booted feet. When the humming is louder, she slips behind a tree to peer around it at the source." }, { "author": "Ayen Perris", "message": "~The staff's humming would be soft and welcoming as he was in a zone of peace. Various wildlife gathered nearby and joined his relaxation session. The feeling of warmth and serenity would be welcoming to those who are unsure or stressed. A bird lands on his shoulder and he gently moves it off with his finger. He smiles warmly and looks at the animals who joined him. He thinks for a second and places the bird on his head, where it sits comfortably and looks content. He still read in silence, but the look of the animals around him was all too welcoming. After a few, he sings softly, a song in Elvish about a home he lacks.~" }, { "author": "Saura", "message": "Tilts her head at the scene before her, eyes darting over the animals who clearly trust this man. She smiles as he begins to sing, picking up the words, almost starting to hum along. She sinks to her heels, parting one of the large ferns so she can observe and see what else may happen." }, { "author": "Ayen Perris", "message": "~As he sings softly, a few of the animals reposition, but the baby deer who was there originally noticed the change in the greenery. It hides behind Ayen, shaking ever so slightly. He looks in the direction but notices nothing. As a caution, Ayen touches his staff, as a warm golden dome forms around him. It is very much a walk through thing, but helps against ranged weapons. He keeps singing and helps to calm the baby deer down.~" }, { "author": "Saura", "message": "Not wishing the animals around him to fear from some creature who is hiding and could be stalking them, she slowly stands, letting herself be revealed, hands open, to show she means no aggression. \n\n\"Hail kin. I heard you from some distance. Your song drew me. Does it hold some charm that it comforts the animals of the forest?\"" }, { "author": "Ayen Perris", "message": "~The singing stopped as they approached. He looked at them slightly confused. He has not heard of this greeting before.~\n\n*\"Hail kin? And, no. My song doesn't hold any special properties of that sort, it's probably because they feel comfortable around me. My soul is a protective and restoring one, if that makes sense. If you want, come join us.\"" }, { "author": "Saura", "message": "She nods, slowly approaching the elf and his animals. She slides her bow off her shoulder, setting it under her hand, always near, then sits crosslegged on the ground nearby. Her leaf-green eyes study his form and settle on the bird that nestles in his hair like a nest. A smile crooks the corner of her mouth. His green hair was also of interest, never having seen such before. She wondered if he dyed it that color, but thought it rude to ask, certainly, so keep that question to herself. \n\n\"I am Saura.\" She said simply, settling into the comfortableness of his aura. She could feel it like a balm around them, a passive strength that calmed the senses." }, { "author": "Ayen Perris", "message": "\"My name is Ayen. It's a pleasure.\"\n\n~He would look at his shirt currently drying. It still seems wet and the animals are all comfortable. He turns around and helps the deer come out of hiding. He smiles warmly at it with a small nod. It slowly approaches Saura and gets comfortable next to her. He raises his hand into the sunlight, letting it shine against him. He turns his attention to Saura and her emerald eyes, akin to his.~\n\n\"Shall we talk or are.You comfortable enough to just stay in my little area of bliss for now?\"" }, { "author": "Saura", "message": "She draws small bits of lemon balm from the bag at her side, offering it to the fawn, wondering where its mother might be. The velvet lips of the deer brush her palm and she smiles. \nShe looks up at him at his words. \"I am willing to talk, Ayen. I am glad to meet you.\"" }, { "author": "Ayen Perris", "message": "\"Are you hurt in any way? Just making sure.\"\n\n~He reaches for the smallest bunny next to him and is gently petting it with the back of his finger. The bunny nuzzles into his hand. He turns to the female elf, awaiting her answer. His emerald eyes almost enticing her to tell. The animals around all shift into more comfortable positions, as the bunny is now on Ayen's leg so it doesn't get hurt.~" }, { "author": "Saura", "message": "When the fawn has finished nibbling up the lemon balm, she pulls the drawstrings closed on the bag and settles it against her hip. She lays a gentle hand on the fawn's head as it lays down, long legs folded beneath it. Her fingertips brush over its spots. \n\n\"Hurt, nae.. \" Her brows crook slightly. \"Why would I be hurt?\"" }, { "author": "Ayen Perris", "message": "\"I didn't know if you were hurt or something. I wanted to make sure you felt perfectly fine if you were hurt.\"\n\n~He looks around, smiling softly as he started humming his song again. His attention is always shifting, between the animals and Saura. He has not seen another elf before, but she doesn't need to know this.~" }, { "author": "Saura", "message": "\"Do you have healing ability?\" \nShe wonders this, since he seems to exude powers of peace and perhaps healing. She tucks a strand of hair behind her slightly pointed ear, sunlight catching highlights of red. She notes him darting looks at her and curls her hand in her lap, the other still resting on the side of the fawn, who has fallen asleep, its head resting on the slope of her ankle." }, { "author": "Ayen Perris", "message": "\"In a sense.\"\n\n~He starts singing softly, keeping eye contact with Saura as the world moves past. He places his hand out for her, in it is a flower, a red one that looks like a Poppy.~\n\n\"Red goes best with green.\"\n\n~He smiles at her softly, letting the comfortable feeling show his side. His eyes close as he sings, his voice echoing in a pleasing way. Another bird joins the group on Saura's shoulder.~" }, { "author": "Saura", "message": "She doesn't want to push by asking what he means. If he doesn't wish to share, she will not badger him with questions. The mood is too comforting anyway. She feels lulled into serenity. When he offers her the flower she smiles, reaching for it. She doesn't take it from his hand, but brushes the petals with her fingertips. The flower changes, petals multiplying, changing shape into a rose. Then the colors change within it, like watercolors spreading in water, oranges, yellows, pinks, it finally settles into the stable image of a blue rose and she smiles." }, { "author": "Ayen Perris", "message": "~His eyes drift back open and his song stops. He looks at the flower, curious about how she did that. He thinks for a second and makes a small hum. The deer awakes and looks around. It goes over and cuddles with a group of baby foxes. He stands up, moving both the birds off of him and Saura. He offers Saura a hand.~\n\n\"I have been sitting for a while, wanna dance with me?\"*" } ]	98	1,767
136.75	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "shrike111", "message": "It is the afternoon, the sun is two third's away from rise, chirping birds and small rustles of woodland creatures as well as a mystical unexplainable aura surrounds the senses, for whichever reason you're traveling the woods on a pre-made path when there you sense the presence of another night, similar to your fashion" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "The Dark Knight was confidently walking along the pathway in the Steep Woods as it was good old days. He had travelled quite a lot before going back here. No more burden. No more problem. His footprints printed deep into the muddy ground while a long sword on his hip kept making clacking sound every time he took a step. He occasionally looked around and his above... The sun was slowly setting at the West already.\n\n\"That said, the powerful, gorgeous Knight did not hesitate and keeps advancing further into the woods...\" Severus chuckled, sometimes narrating for yourself was very pleasing." }, { "author": "shrike111", "message": "Walking on all fours like an exorcism film, Eynu clanked and paddled towards The Dark Knight \"Do you hear that?\" Their voice, unnatrual and sharp calls towards the darkn knight, trying to bring his attention \"Do you hear that?\"\n\nThey slowly got up, his back bent backwards, hands and head limped back as well like strands of hair rather than fully functional human body parts, Eynu realised they're gonna need a lot more to solve an issue" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"Huh?\" Hear what? Severus thought, what was that sound. Who was that? He looked around to check and suddenly see a strange stranger.\n\n\"Hear... What?\" As expected, that strange figure could not scare the Dark Knight at all, or even if it didn't try to scare anyone, a normal man with a fainted heart would already collapse. The Dark Knight stopped for a while to see what that Stranger wanted." }, { "author": "shrike111", "message": "\"Don't you hear the sounds the gorund make? There's a metal cave nearby, and we're lose to the entrance, follow me knight\" Without any other explanation they crawls on four, putting their body against the soil to sense the vibration, slowly leading it to crawl east with a -24 degree divination to the right, their hands spread like chicken-feet using their cape to signal \"Follow my lead\", to Eynu there was nothing to question about the knight, only help to gain and a mutual reward" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "What on Earth was that... It supposed to be a peaceful night, but it turned into a strange meeting with a weird knight on four crawling around like a spider. Should Severus believe him..? He hesitated a bit. A suprise attack? An Ambush? Entrance to a metal cave?\n\nIt took the Dark Knight a while to really decide what to do. The Figure was moving further away.\n\n\"Tch.\"\n\nHe clicked his tongue and withdraw his sword quickly. Right after that, he started to jog swiftly to follow the strange person." }, { "author": "shrike111", "message": "They kept creepy-crawling a distance of around 200[m] and eventually stop dead in their tracks, their bristles that would resemble a knight's helmet's decoration vibrated excitedly \"Yes, Yes, Yes, that's what the locals spoke of when they mentioned maddening ticks in their dreams that they could not explain, a frequency so low humanoids can't hear it, but it vibrates nonetheless\" They made a few laps round a circle with a seeming diameter of d = 6.291[m] \n\n\"Say knight, how strong are you? You like treasure don't you? How about making a strong impact here?\"" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"What? Sounds?..\"\n\nAfter a while of walking and some weird movement, the really odd figure asked Severus to do something really... Seemingly impossible without magic.\n\n\"You know what? I'm strong, I like treasures just like anyone, but I am not a super miner.\" He pointed at the figure.\n\nAfter saying so, he knelt down and start to use his gloved hands to dig the ground.\n\n\"What about you giving me a hand?\"\n\nHe did not seem to get tired at all even though he was digging really quickly." }, { "author": "shrike111", "message": "Eynu tilted their hips, their eyes focused on their digging, inspiring them to do the same \n\"Good idea Knight, that way we won't have to use sheer force and we could get to the origin point\" They started digging too, with time, sun moving and patience, the earth slowly became unearthed, many small creatures such as snakes, scorpions and bugs escaping from the rubble\n\nAfter many hours passed, finally, the digging came to a conclusion when the dirt crumbled further, to thin to sustain itself and revealing a broken metallic hole with sharp edges, explaining the rough diameter \n\"Look at what we've made dear knight, seems we've revealed the source\" \nThe hole wasn't tube like, seemed completely dark and had a strong echo, there was something a big unnerving about the blackness: as if simply staring at it would make one fall into it, that's how deep the dark looked like" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"A... Secret base?\"\n\nSeverus stood straight up and brushed the dirt off his hands. Though some would still stick to it.\n\n\"What would you do with that?\"\n\nWith his sword, he swung it near the hole to see if there was any trap waiting to tear them apart. Would it lead to hell? He slightly chuckled as his glowing eyes stared inside the deep dark hole.\n\n\"I wouldn't be suprised if you tell me to jump into it for treasure.\"" }, { "author": "shrike111", "message": "\"You can follow me if you like\" Their limbs suddenly twisted in a weird way as they used metamorphosis, turning into strange slimy strings, using them to search for attachable surfaces in the wall and immediately beginning to crawl into the strange abyss's ceiling, seeming unfazed by the darkness\n\"If you have any light source i suggest using it, will make this trip much more efficient\" They said crawling deeper and deeper" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "That was getting more and more interesting as the odd figure transformed into strings. Well Severus was quite impressive.\n\n\"Light huh? I wonder where I can find light in such a situation...\"\n\nHe grabbed his hand in the air but nothing appeared. Obviously he did not have any touch in store, no any magical stone that could emit light. Such a bad situation... He had no choice but decide between leaving or continuing. Old said that you would not get what you wanted if you did not risk it. But at what cost? That was an unprecedented adventure to the abyss that Severus could not expect of. The moon was there already and howling sound suddenly came from a far. It seemed like that the predators were getting out of their dens for a hunting session.\n\n\"Well! I guess I have my answer.\"\n\nHe clenched his hand and then slowly released it. With an unnecessary deep breath, his hands slowly grew some sort of spikes. It would be useful to climb down there compared to using nothing. There were some spikes growing on the feet as well. The Dark Knight was getting it really serious this time.\n\nHowever, he could not have a plan B for himself and that stranger just in case something bad might happen. Once again, he grabbed the thin air and suddenly it condensed into a mist before forming a long thick rope. With that, he tied it to his hip professionally before looking for a reliable stick to tie the other end of the rope there. Finally, he forcefully pin the stick into the ground. Everything was prepared.\n\nWaiting for that person to move a little bit deeper, Severus carefully not to strip himself and slowly pin his spiky fists into the muddy ground, then the old metal wall.\n\n\"We're working together so I think it's best to know each other, right? I'm Severus Lavendrature, you can call Severus.\"\n\nHis voice echoed inside the metal tube so he had to control the sound not to make it too loud." } ]	111	1,641
213.823529	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Saura", "message": "The sun stretched fingers of light into the cold, damp branches of the forests canopy. After the rain, the pine needles emitted a fresh tang into the air, dead leaves and pinecones damp where they littered the ground. Birds were already flitting from the tree branches, small warbling thrushes calling in song to greet the day. \nSaura knelt beside the markings of odd tracks, her brow furrowed, fingers touching the torn earth. Her bow was settled over one shoulder comfortably, an array of arrows - tipped in different colors - filled her quiver. Pale green eyes scanned the wood, wondering what creature had entered. It wasn't anything she had seen before." }, { "author": "Ayen Perris", "message": "~With a bit of a clumsy walk, Ayen rounds a tree, his hand resting for support. His emerald eyes also wander. His green hair is put back a tiny bit, not as a ponytail, just behind his head. His boots and clothing appears to be drying over so slowly, as its noticable he was in the rain. His staff, a small white owl with a blue gem is in his hand. As his eyes wander, he swings his staff, gently placing it on the ground as a golden colored aura forms around him. He takes a seat at the base of the tree, his breath ragged, as if he was rushing. He rests his staff against the tree in order to take a small break.~" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"That doc. Wondering if I will ever meet him again.\" Severus mumbles.\n\nAfter what feels like an eternity, Severus, now satisfied from the information received from the crazy Doctor, makes his way back into the dense woods of Steep. His gaze flickers throughout the trees, as if he is looking for something. He professionally walks swiftly, almost like he is chasing something or fleeing from something. Though his steps are heavy and loud as he treads on the leaves and twigs under his feet, combined with his heavy armour. Left behind are only his heavy footsteps. At that moment, Severus feels so energetic, even it has been a long time without rest. Does an Undead even need to rest at all? Indeed, no need at all.\n\nSeverus keeps walking through the woods, the smell of wet grass and leaves filling his dead nostrils. He steps with purpose, carefully, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger...\n\nHowever, after a few hours of running and walking through the rain, and it even stopped raining after all, Severus stops suddenly, sensing that something is off. His nature is telling him, there are more than just normal living beings is existing. They are 'higher' than the normal living beings. Despite of that fact, he keeps a nonchalant expression..." }, { "author": "Saura", "message": "Her slender ears twitch, eyes flashing with the alert of others. In the blink of an eye she has leapt up to grab a branch above her, fingers breaking off bits of cold, amber sap and a scrap of bark, then swings up. Booted feet land in a silent stand, sending a shimmer of raindrops loosened, and she climbs several more branches until she is hidden beneath the pine boughs.\nDrawing her bow free, she sinks to her haunches, the bow across her knees, one hand steadying her placement with its light touch upon the trunk of the towering fur tree." }, { "author": "Ayen Perris", "message": "~As he sits there, he becomes aware of others nearby. He doesn't move. His legs are worn out, and the ground is comfortable. He reaches to his bag and takes out his dagger for self defense. He is inside his shield. He taps it with his knuckle, a whirring thud every time. It can block about 2 ranged shots if needed. His express is soft and tired. He looks to his staff, its laying against the tree. He takes a deep breath and reaches for it. He holds it close, attempting to hide as best as he can. But his shield is very visible. He looks around, trying to find whatever he knows to be here. Is it a monster or something else dangerous?~" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "After taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Severus decides to advances methodically. Each step is planned and deliberate, and Severus makes sure to leave as least trace as possible of his passage behind. He knows that even the smallest mistake can be fatal, and he is unwilling to take any unnecessary risks.\n\nHolding the golden cross guard of his sword tightly in his left hand, Severus continues to advance steadily and with caution. The sword, an elegant yet deadly weapon, hangs at his hip, and he keeps a firm grip on the hilt, ready to draw the blade in an instant if needed. Despite the intensity of the moment, Severus' movements remain steady and controlled, as if he were one with the sword itself. His right hand remains free, ready to grab any potential hazards or obstacles that cross his path.\n\nIn this moment, Severus appears as an immovable object, unshakable in his conviction and resolve. His Undead nature of fearless is ultimate in such a situation. Even as the woods around him remain unnaturally quiet and still, despite the sense of unease hanging in the air, Severus' expression and demeanor project a sense of calm and control, as if he were in complete mastery of the situation.\n\nSeverus squinted his eyes, gazing upwards and around the area, searching for the 'higher' presence. His stare was intense and focused, almost as if he were trying to penetrate through the very fabric of the forest itself to find what he was looking for. He turned his head this way and that, straining to see any signs of movement, any hint of unusual activity." }, { "author": "Saura", "message": "From her vantage in the tree, she can see the other two figures she had heard movement from - The green-haired elven man and the lumbering armoured figure approaching. Elven kin She thinks, concerned that he seems wounded or exhausted, perhaps unaware of what approaches. She has not yet determined if the walking hulk in armour is a threat, but something about him makes the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. The lumbering movements of the armored one seem stiff to her, not a natural movement.\nShe leaps to another branch, shaking raindrops with her advance, trying to close the distance between herself and the one sitting on the floor to warn him. The shield around him gives her less fear for his safety, but whether it would stand up to the other's attack, if it came, remained to be seen. \nFinding a vantage where she is high enough, yet close to offer aid, she settles, her back to a trunk, bow at the ready." }, { "author": "Ayen Perris", "message": "~He stands, a small form of difficulty as he swings his staff. His body is enveloped in a warm golden light as his minor cuts and scrapes disappear. His expression is soft and pained, he looks around before he speaks in a soft voice.~\n\n*\"Is someone there?\"\n\n~His eyes dart from side to side, checking what he thinks might pose an issue.~" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "The silence of the woods was suddenly pierced by the sound of some unnatural noise coming from a distant place. Severus strained his ears to follow the sound, trying to determine its source. For a moment, he wondered if he was merely hearing things, if his mind was playing tricks on him. Or was something truly out there? Still, he believes in himself, in his ability.\n\nSeverus grips the golden crossguard of his sword, and with a single swift motion, he withdraw the weapon forcefully from its scabbard. The sound of the sword being drawn echoes through the silent woods, causing even the birds hidden in their nests to freeze in place, too scared to fly away. The sound seems to linger, creating a haunting melody that fills the air with an ominous, foreboding sense of unease. Severus stands there, the only sound coming from him being the steady and deliberate breaths he takes as he scans his surroundings, his sword still firmly in his hand. It's as if the entire forest has come to a standstill, with all its inhabitants holding their breath, as if they too were waiting to see what the outcome of Severus' actions would be.\n\nSeverus swings his sword with his left hand, the [Filthy Darkness], in an arc through the air, aiming it at a nearby tree. As the sword makes contact with the tree, a loud thwack echoes through the woods, as if the very forest itself was surprised by the sudden and violent act of aggression. The tree shudders, the leaves shaking from the force of the blow, but it otherwise remains seemingly unharmed. Severus, however, is not satisfied. He raises the sword once more, aiming it at another tree, this time with a more forceful blow. The sword slices easily through the first few outer layers of bark, but it takes a series of repeated swings before a deeper cut is made. Finally, with one final, violent swing, Severus' sword slices deep into the tree, the tree shaking violently as if it were in the middle of a hurricane. The tree teeters for a moment before finally toppling over, crashing loudly to the ground in a shower of splinters. Severus stands there, sword still in hand, his breathing heavy, as if he were just as surprised at his own actions as the tree he had just felled. This was not the kind of behavior one would expect from a man like Severus, who is usually so controlled and composed..." }, { "author": "Saura", "message": "She is startled by the heavy sound of metal scraping free of its sheath, echoing in the woods. The forest went still as death and her heart rate thrummed staccato in her chest. When Severus swung the blade, one handed at the tree, she almost felt the blow herself, a cry lodged in her throat, covered by her hand. The next blow sent her scurrying toward the elf, leaping from branch to branch, like a bird almost taking wing. \n\n\"Flee you fool!\" She yelled at Ayen. \n\nThen the next tree was felled, cracking from the force of the blows, slamming into the ground with a Whoomp* Of sound, gouging the very earth with its weight she drew up short, holding a tree limb covered in pitch. \n\n\"STOP!\" She screamed... Her heart feeling like it had been torn. She could not draw her bow against this walking metal casket, no flesh was visible in its defense. The eye slits... That was the only target. She did not aim, however, being more keen on getting the other elf to safety." }, { "author": "Ayen Perris", "message": "~Ayen looked towards the gaze of where Saura was worried about. His eyes went colder and numb. He turned towards the metal, and traced the ground with his staff. [Defiant Hope]. A soft golden glow outlines the metal creature. They feel both protected and weakened. This buff grants a shield against a singular attack but in turn, the individual cannot attack. With this opportunity, Ayen softly jumps back. ~\n\n*\"Hiya Saura. Also that rude metal man!\"\n\n~His breath is strained. His rest was disturbed. He was running from something and this is not it.~" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"I was right,\" Severus mumbles to himself, admiring his own instincts. He stand still and stares at intensively around with his red as flame eyes to locate the 'high' presences' location. In fact, she could see his eyes through the holes on the helmet if she was a sharp elf. \n\nThe silence between them is thick, as if the very air itself is holding its breath, waiting to see what will happen next. Finally, Severus found one of them. He holds her gaze for a moment, try to scan her presence his expression unreadable, before he finally speaks, his voice slow and measured.\n\n\"What an interesting encounter,\" With a quick and fluid motion, Severus changes his grip on the sword, shifting it to his right hand. The sword, [The Filthy Darkness], feels like an old friend in his hand, a familiar weight and balance. He feels the power coursing through his veins, as if the sword were an extension of himself, as if he were one with the sword. No one could tell if he is holding the sword, or the sword is current clinging to his hand on its own...\n\n\"You over there,\" He purposely points his left index finger towards the elven woman and says cautiously with his somewhat unnatural but acceptable and low voice...\n\nSuddenly, he forgets about what he was about to really talk to her, for some reasons. \"I am Severus Lavendrature. You may say your name.\"" }, { "author": "Saura", "message": "Her eyes widen as the metal monster focuses directly on her. She leans away, her back against the trunk in the tree, perhaps twenty feet above the two of them. The air seemed to crackle and then got very heavy, as if a pall of humidity had descended. She gripped her bow tightly, leaf green eyes narrowing. She wasn't about to give her name to any creature. Some creatures knew to use names for dark deeds.. And this one certainly seemed to fall into that classification. \n\"I am appalled at how you lay waste to defenceless trees. Why do you feel the need for such destruction?\" She was poised to flee, but hoped that in this destruction that Ayen would have the presence of mind to run ... And quickly." }, { "author": "Ayen Perris", "message": "~Using the opportunity, he gets away from the metal man. They haven't noticed Ayen nor his spell. He heads to a thicket of trees, in hopes of the enemy losing sight of him. After finding a new tree, he starts to catch his breath yet again.~" }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"That was just one of many ways that can help me quickly to locate your presence. I don't mind destroying some plants to archive my desires...\"\n\nHe stops pointing the sword at her, it then points to the earth because his right hand is right now relaxing, \n\n\"So a little destruction of these Defencesless trees* Is not a big deal,\" He says it, calmly but yet mockingly, left hand touching another large old tree nearby, \n\n\"Pitifully, they offer me nothing but peace... Sometimes, these trees still have to fall down to make way for greater things,\" \n\nIn his voice, there is somewhat feeling of disappointment. Obviously, only he knows what he feels, the feelings that cannot be shared to anyone, as these feelings are forced to reduce greatly by Being an Undead. He was suprised of himself about why did he need to destroy the tree at first. But at the end, he feels nothing, nor regret.\n\nHis attention then got caught by the amazing bow that she is holding as his carmine eyes are now staring at it, \"Now, that's a good bow you've got,\" He stands still, left arm akimbo, decides not to move yet." }, { "author": "Saura", "message": "She is not concerned by his sword, being up in the tree as she is. If he decides to hack it down, she will jump to another... Providing they are not too far apart. She feels relatively safe up there, thankful that Ayen made his escape. She achieved her goal, and would keep the metal leviathan occupied until he could get far far way.\n\"Trees are the arteries of the earth.. Their roots connect and thrive beneath the earth. They feed and shelter. To destroy them with no regard is heartless. Perhaps that describes you well Severus?\" \n\nWhen he mentioned her bow she gripped it more tightly. She had made this weapon of her own two hands, carved the runes into its surface, polished and oiled the wood until it shown and bent with the strength and dexterity of perfection." }, { "author": "Severus Lavendrature", "message": "\"Heartless?\" He rubs his free hand on his chin, and nonchalantly laughs, \n\n\"Hah hah. Heartless you said? If I picked a tree up and is called heartless, I can obviously see that justice is extremely harsh here... Lest this land swallow me whole... As there are so many others with a worse-than-heartless heart!\" Mockingly answer, he is still pretty paying his attention to the beautifully crafted bow. Even if he could sense another 'higher' presence here, he would not care! But whatever, when the woman elf shouted, Severus already knew that there were two of them. In any kind of situation, he will still be cautious not to be back-stabbed by the other one.\n\n\"I am... Definitely not as heartless as you may think. Should I tell you that you can't judge a book by its cover,\" His eyes suddenly stare intensively at the Elf, hinting that she should be careful with her words as it may become her own enemy one day.\n\n\"I am fairly intrigued by many different types of intelligent living beings,\" Despite the fact that he is completely illiterate thanks to his blurry memory, he still wisely chooses his words so that the others may not recognise.\n\n\"However, I don't think that...\" Saying goodbye his sword by sliding it back to the indistinct black scabbard, Severus is now with gloved hands talking with the woman Elf, \n\n\"In such a situation, fighting is Not Necessary. Because I am more interested in your Well-crafted bow,\" He emphasise. \n\nIn fact, Severus did such a daring move because there are more than one elves here which naturally do not like interacting with weird monsters. Monster... Huh? He thinks about that for a brief moment before deciding to ignore it anyhow.\n\nHe calmly looks at the female figure." } ]	171	3,635
288.789474	1776-07-04	GuildPublicThread	[ { "author": "Enna", "message": "Once outside the tweets of birds gave the day a happier note on top of the beautiful love her and Dell shared moments ago. She was walking backwards outside of the inn as they headed toward the woods. \"I wonder how many slimes we will find?\" She turned around and began to hum, Normally she would hold his hand while walking but she kept them loose in case she needed to draw her sword fast. The woods loomed head, the dark shadows seemed more dark and the echo of an elks call sounded bouncing off the trees. \"Okay\" She stopped before the woods \"I am mostly hands on so i will lead us into this\" She looked to him \"IF im hurt, focus on killing the slimes first, i can be healed when im not being attacked\" She looked to him \"If we get separated ...I will Sparrow whistle, do you know what it sounds like?\"" }, { "author": "Dell", "message": "Dell carried a bag with some supplies, and perhaps Enna may have noticed a ornate silver ring on his pinky finger. A deep red was still on his face from Ennas latter words at the room, a promise for later certainly hoped. But the mage eventually focused back in. \"I understand, may I advise if an attack is coming my way don't feel the need to throw yourself infront of it. I have multiple ways of defending myself, so allow me to block then feel free to counter attack. I'm personally a ranged fighter but I'm pretty accurate so trust me that I will hit my target and not you.\" Dell thought for a moment, nodding his head. \"Yes I believe I know what one sounds like, though I doubt I could mimic the sound myself. I'll likely only be able to whistle in return or summon a sphere of light to show where I am\"\n\nThe mage was feeling a little... Uneasy? It was only mere slimes, but there was always the possibility of injury. The thought of his lover getting hurt worried him, but in this line of work he had no place to avoid a reasonable level of danger. He wasn't a student any longer and believed in his spells, and believed he would know what to do when the time came. \"I've got your back, my love.\"\n\nThe pairs first adventure, they both seemed competent enough despite the mages own worries. Some slimes in a forrest shouldn't be too difficult for an accomplished mage and a warrior attuned to various elements. Niether perfect, but perhaps together they could be quite fierce. The elf seemed to give off an odd feeling, as if his magic was ready to go at any moment. A side affect of being a little nervous perhaps, his mana attempting to compensate for it.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Enna", "message": "She nod \"The sphere of light i would notice\" She looked to her wrist as she adjusted a bracer, Underneath she felt the mark \"We could also try to use the mate mark, right now isn't the time to test it fully but if all else fails..\" She smiled and blushed \"After how well i have seen that mage hand work i trust you with my very soul\" She winked at him as she turned to look at the woods, then looked to him and smiled brightly \" I know Dell... And i have yours \" She could feel the waver through the mark as she looked back to him again \"It will be okay Dell...\" She smiled and moved to him leaning up, she tugged on his armor and pulled him into a kiss. This one lingered and was full of love, and passion, slow and sweet. Pulling away she looked into his eyes before she turned and walked into the woods. \n\nAfter thirty minutes of looking she felt silly, wondering if the slimes were really here. Her sword was out ready for an attack. She was careful with where she stepped but now and thin a small branch would snap. She was not a light foot, Or a pad food. None of her steps were in silence despite her trying, She frowned at a log she stepped over and paused, while straddling it she saw a slimy shiny substance on it \"Oh!\" She whistled to Dell who was close behind her \"Their close!\" The woods were beautiful but dark and dense in places, animals would scurry out or away and birds would fly the moment they sensed Enna and Dell were not danger. Here thought, with the slime trail on the log, there was not birds and it grew eerily silent. Fully stepping over the log was a trigger of sorts as slimes began to fall out of the trees all around them. She was looking in every direction when one fell on her shoulder. She hissed in and knocked it off as Steam drifted from her armor that had started to melt \"THEY ARE ACID SLIMES!! DONT LET THEM ON YOU!\" She swung with her sword and demolished one, surprisingly easy to kill but she also didn't know the first thing about them\n\n. While her back was turned one morphed into the other creating a larger slime." }, { "author": "NPC", "message": "The slimes that morphed changed color and Glowed, Something shot from it and Enna's sword deflected it but again acid burn drifted into the air from her sword, it wasn't the new one but the old one she had on her. This slime moved slower Then the other small ones, It was Yellow in color and the others were green. It moved slower then the others" }, { "author": "Enna", "message": "\"Dont let the small Ones form... Your magic will be better then my sword!\" She Looked to her hand, she needed to save her abilities, Her magic was not controllable like Dells. Her cheeks turned red as she smelled the miasma of the melting leather and metal, it had already stopped but the scent was not nice, neither was the trail that killed the plant life around the big Slime \"Its damaging the woods..\" She felt bad for the plant life as she killed another small slime. Next to the other another larger one formed, two of them now faced them and shot again this one aiming for Dell" }, { "author": "Dell", "message": "Dell felt a little more confident after hearing Ennas words, he simply needed to believe in his own ability as a mage and Enna's ability as an adventurer too. He was still on edge during those slow thirty minutes attempting to find them, taking longer then he expected. However, how the pair fount their targets was less then ideal.\n\nIt was almost like an ambush, slimes falling from the sky after merely walking in the wrong place. The mage barely avoided having any land on him, but fount less luck with his counter attacks. Dell attempted to summon a handful of his magic blades to act as a shield, however either due to the unexpected attack or merely bad timing a shot of acid still met his shoulder, causing him to hiss in pain and wince. His gut reaction was to attempt to heal himself, but he knew that wasn't his highest priority. \n\nPutting his arm up with his palm facing the larger slime the elf would mutter \"Burst\", the vocal component to this spells effectiveness. The swords that had been attempting to guard him were shot at the larger slime at high speeds. Ideally this spell would take out a slime per sword, but here he only manged to take down one or two. \"Focus Dell focus\"\n\nHe did his best to compose himself, his emerald eyes briefly scanning the area around them for a source of water. If there wasn't, well he had spells that he could rely on but if there was it would be a large boost to his confidence. \n\n\"I should be able to take down groups of smaller ones if you can stall the larger ones! I don't plan to miss twice\" And the mage certainly meant that, his eyes more focused as the seriousness of the situation set in. The pair could end up quite hurt from the slimes acid, Dell would need to pick them off quickly if the pair were to leave with minimal injury and he would need to have faith in Enna to keep herself safe. The mage believed in his lover, and would not fail her by coming up short on his next attack if he had any say in it." }, { "author": "Enna", "message": "She Heard him hiss and her eyes hardened, She could feel the pain through their bond and knew he had been hit. Hearing the splatter of slime matter hit the rocks and local fauna the acid release made a nauseating miasma. Enna's hand wanted to cover her nose but couldn't, She moved and put her back to a tree as she took in the suroundings around Dell. She coughed swallowing down hard and stepped back out in time to dodge one attack and another to hit her arm, burning her again. She screamed this time, having the same arm as her shoulder burned. Tears stung her eyes and raged boiled down into her as she swung and critically sliced straight through one of the big ones, it split in two and she hit the smaller right one splattering it then swung to the side and killed the other half. Now Just one large one remained, for now at least. She backed up, a mix of deactivated acid and blood oozed out from her armor on her arm. She trembled from the pain but had to keep on Guard, \"No wonder these damn things were giving them trouble!\"\n\nShe stepped to the side and her foot hit old bones, human remains, her foot recoiled but as it did water sprung out. Her eyes couldn't believe she accidentally found a spring \"Dell... Water! \" She had no idea he was looking for a source \"Be careful not to step here, the ground is slime covered with water this can get slick!\" She moved to a higher ground stance away from the now trickling spring. She didn't Dare to look at her arm, She knew Dell could heal it later, watching a small slime try to form with another she sliced it and backed up now realizing she was close to Dell. She needed a distraction, her eyes darted from one area to the next till she saw one, She ran to the left and rammed her good shoulder into a tree, below it was slimes attempting to form and she hit it again knocking the small tree down but killing four slimes in the process. It also made the Bigger slime turn toward her and start to move away from Dell. <" }, { "author": "Dell", "message": "\"I can't even imagine what happened to the unfortunate guard that ran into these first...\" Dell desperately wanted to cover his nose, the smell in the area getting worse and worse as the fight went on. But he knew he needed to keep his hands free, he was of no use if he couldn't also bare the smell. Hearing Enna scream in pain caused him to grit his teeth, he knew he time spent healing her could lead to multiple more attacks so it would be better to attempt and get rid of as many of the slimes as possible. The mage did his best not to stay in one spot for too long, trying his best to avoid getting hit for now. Until it seemed luck was on his side, a spring could be immensely helpful right now, and fortunately it seemed Dell was peticularly focused...\n\nWith the bigger slime moving away from Dell he ran past to get closer to the spring, raising both his hands up. Something simply felt, right. As if he was peticularly attuned to his arcane energies. Spikes of water began to form separating from the spring, spinning at intense speeds before getting shot at several slimes and the water exploding inside them. The larger slime was met with the largest spike of water, almost like a lare spear spinning at high speeds also exploding once it pierced the slime. He didn't know if it was over yet, so the mage formed a wall of water either side of him for now, calling to Enna. \"I should be able to protect you with a wall of water and heal you if you can get closer! Try not to slip of course!\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Enna", "message": "She moved quickly to get to Dell's side, She slipped once but gained her footing easily and stood near him looking to the walls of water amazed, It finally snapped how he obliterated the second slime and she looked to him speaking to him as the worry flooded their bond \"Are you okay? \" She wasn't worried about herself even when blood oozed from the wounds under her armor where the acid had seeped in and burned her skin. She looked forward for more slimes but didn't see any infront of them. The smell in the air near dell was fresh and she didn't need to control her breathing from the acid released from each slime. \"I think we have a few more small ones unless they have formed together? Fused? \" Her injured arm started to tremble as her adrenalin was covering up her pain." }, { "author": "Dell", "message": "With Enna close Dell stopped firing off bolts of water, instead focusing one hand to keep a wall of water around them while his other hand was placed near her shoulder. \"This may sting, please try and bare it my dear\" And with that a soft blue glow left his palm, healing magic closely attuned to his own expertise in water magic. An injury like this shouldn't have been a problem, but significant deeper or worse would likely come at the cost of his own health. His eyes strained a little, keeping up two spells like this in such an intense situation. \"I'm ok my dear, it you I'm more concerned about. Forgive me, the slimes shouldn't have even been able to let close. I didn't expect them to fall from the trees, thats for sure.\" He chuckled a little as he finished his healing spell. His own injury would have to wait, the water walls falling around them. \"Hopefully its only a few small ones left, if another wave of them attack this may get significantly more concerning. But we can do this! I believe in you my love, so just believe in me and it won't matter what we face\" He managed a bright smile for his lover, ready for whatever was to come next.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Enna", "message": "She Blinked and winced feeling his hand rest on her injured shoulder, There was a cooling effect that made her arm go cold but feel better and the pain ebbed away. She flexed her hand holding her sword in the good hand. \"Whoa\" She was feeling awe and pride that flowed through the bond as she looked to him \"Your amazing\" She all but whispered out, She looked around while he finished healing her. \"Yes... Okay... Its fine, We are learning thats the point of this\" She looked to the side \"I see four on your left \" She looked over \"And two trying to form on the right, i will take the right they are closer!\" She darted out cutting down one before it could fuse with the other. \n\nTurning she watched Dell, she didn't see the shadow looming over her till it was too late and she was slammed by a massive paw on her side and knocked down the hill some, tumbling arm over arm, her sword shattered on the ground leaving only the sword to channel through. Pain erupted through the bond, all over she was hurting, she held her head and looked to see a Gold Chested bear. She rolled to get up and saw blood on her hand, nothing serious a few small cuts, they were bleeding worse then they were, the pain was minimal, she was more sore then anything. She staggered to her feet and used the tree to help keep her steady as she reached for her sword, realizing it was gone she pulled out the second sword. I have to use this, She saw the bear turn toward Dell, had he fired magic and she missed it?" }, { "author": "Dell", "message": "\"Thank you!\" Dell smiled brightly. \"And you've been just as amazing, I'm not sure how you cut them down the way you do. You make a fine warrior my dear\" Dell felt confident after a more successful attack from his magic, with access to water near by his ability to protect himself and Enna had gone up greatly. Of course, he had more magic at his disposal but water is where the elf felt most comfortable. Water could heal, water could protect and water proved to be one of the most important energies arcane had to offer. At least, according to a book a certain elf had written. \"Four on the left, two on the right. Ok, easy enough\"\n\nThough it seemed today was going to be far from easy as a large bear attacked Enna. By the time Enna had hit the ground the mages plan had immediately changed. The slimes could wait, this was no regular bear and he wouldn't dare give it another moment to attack Enna. A small flame appeared in his hand, erupting into a arrow like shape as he launched it at the bear. This was the basic application of firebolt fuled by Dell's desperation. Unlikely to kill the beast in one shot of course, but it anything the elf just needed to buy a moment or two so Enna could recollect herself. \"Don't push yourself my dear! I can buy you time to compose yourself if you need or give you an opening for that sword of yours!\" Dell knew that sword could chanel great amounts of power, and he believed Enna had great potential with magic and the elements she had shown were more then proof. So if buying her time is how he could help, he would do his best.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Enna", "message": "She Heard Dell, confirming she missed him fire at it, the bear was looking between them. She took the confusion and pulled out her sword, channling fire magic to complement Dells. She swung and the bear jumped back, then swung at her , he clawed against her armor, not harming her but enough that she felt the power and she stood her ground. She circled it making it face her so Dell could get a sneak attack at its backside, The flames on her sword licked the air making her eyes glow red and she held an expression of vigilence in battle. Her hair was a Mess yet some how she looked amazing, she had blood on her face that reflected the flames, it looked worse then it was. She spit blood out from her mouth, her lip had been split and she snarled at the bear causing it to Roar at her but that's what she wanted a distraction. She tried to communicate it ``Fire... He cant see you, use this advantage`` She swayed her sword to keep the bear thinking she was the threat." }, { "author": "Dell", "message": "How Enna managed to look amazing even now stunned the mage, perhaps strong and capable people were his type afterall. Or perhaps he fount everything Enna did amazing, regardless that was a thought he could share later. The bear continued its attack on Enna and Dell wouldn't waste the opportunity his lover had worked to provide. The mage contemplated on his options for only a moment, fire was effective on all things with flesh to burn, arcane swords proved dangerous especially if multiple blades could peirce the target. But he knew what to focus on, pulling water from the spring Dell took a moment and chanted under his breath. Around one hundred lbs of water had been gathered and shaped into a large spear, spinning at a devastating velocity and shot at the bear. If this didn't prove effective, it would seem fire would be his only option. A thought he was starting to dread as he felt himself become breathless. \"Thats... Thats a hard one\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Enna", "message": "The bear took a direct hit and growled, blood poured from the would caused by the water, but the bear proved resilient as it turned to charge at Dell. This gave Enna a opportunity and she swung, the flames on her sword glowed and flickered as her magic wavered. She slammed it down on the bears shoulder and saw the flame itself cut straight into its flesh. The bear turned on her so fast Enna screamed when the jaws locked around her shoulder that had just been healed. If it wasn't for her armor it would be biting into her. She pulled out her dagger as her sword hung from its shoulder, the fire now out. The dagger was the second channeling item she had and she rammed up into its throat, the nasty sound of popping and blood spilling filled air as it collapse onto her. She struggled and her feet kicked trying to get it off her. \"DELL!!!\" She couldn't get her shoulder free but it was dead. She calmed down realizing it wasn't still trying to kill her and she breathed out hard. Her hands trembled around the dagger as she pulled it free and tried to push the head off her. \"Its stuck on my shoulder pauldron i think...\" She spit again as blood filled her mouth from busting her lip." }, { "author": "Dell", "message": "Dell ran over to Enna as fast as his legs could carry him, preparing flames in his hand expecting worse. But after the pair realise the beast was dead, Dell calmed down a little. \"Lets get this off you, let me see if I can-\" And with that the mage summoned a pair of mage hands, prying the dead bears jaws open and attempting to get it removed from Enna's shoulder pauldron. If he was successful he would also help get the bear off Enna and offer a hand to lift her up, a small blue glow forming in his hand. \"Lets get you healed- tch ow\" The spell quickly dispersed as he held a hand to his head, wincing in pain. The mages form had been off, first panicking on his first few spells and then using advanced versions of said spells immediately after one another had left some strain on him. Only a head ache for now, but consequences regardless. \"Just... One moment and I'll be able to heal you again. Or use a potion if you need immediate attention my dear. Looks like we survived the worst of it\" Dell looked around, flooded grass, dead slimes, burnt spots and blood painted the area. Quite the endeavour, thats for certain.\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Enna", "message": "Her hands trembled as she pulled back when she felt the jaw release. She sat back and looked to him and breathed out. Looking around she coughed slowly and laughed \"We did it..\" She said reassuring herself as she wiped the blade on her pants before she sheathed it. Standing with his help she looked to him worried and felt the drain on them both. She nod as she pulled out a vial from her pouch and handed one to him and took the other as he popped the cork. The bitter metallic scent hit her nose causing it to wrinkle and she down it fast. All of her cuts healed glowing as the magic began to work fast. She collected her sword and looked to Dell \"Sit and rest, your magic is almost depleted it would seem... I only have one or two more cast in me... We should head back..\" She looked around making sure no slimes were hidden and grabbed her nearly melted blade. \"At least the Blade for channeling and the dagger made it..\" She showed him her sword, her armor wasn't better off on her left arm and shoulder. \" Hmnn so my armor wasn't acid resistant. Tsk..\" She made a sound with her mouth and sighed \"Was armor from my village, oh well..\" She looked to dell \"Noted we need some kind of acid resistance to us for future slime hunts.\" She moved closer after putting away her weapon and looked to where he had been hit. \"Does it still hurt? \" She was tender with him as she checked him hoping he was okay, her eye soft and she knew later she would possibly cry about the pain." }, { "author": "Dell", "message": "The mage drank his vial of potion with a quick gulp, pulling a face clearly displeased at the taste. \"Glad I learnt a healing spell so I don't have to drink these, always hated how medicine would taste growing up\" The mage tried to compose himself, the pain in his head persisted. \"We can always replace weapons and armor, they did their duty in protecting you. But I could never replace you, I'm glad we made it.\" The mage responded, rambling on a little as the pair walked. \"We'll find you something with acid resistance, sorry about your amor my dear. Acid slimes seem to be more of a pain then I had heard off. And I dont recall such a large breed of beag being local to these woods. Suppose theres some gaps in my knowledge...\" Dell's eyed widened a little as Enna showed concern for him, his heart beating against his chest. \"I'm ok my dear, just a burn to my shoulder and a rather nasty headache. Some rest and it shall pass. Are you unharmed my dear? You were so brave, facing such a large beast with a sword like that. I'm honestly impressed, like a true warrior\" A faint red and a happy smile met his face. \"We didn't do half bad, did we?\"\n\n\|\|" }, { "author": "Enna", "message": "She smiled to him, one he said he was okay and she walked with him away from the carnage of their first victorious, adventure \"We did great!\" She finally laughed that turned into a soft cry as she pulled him into a hug. Finally letting down her guard and she apologized as she held him \"Sorry... Ah... I know i will get better at controlling my emotions... I ...Got scared there... But... We did great..\" She cleared her throat and pushed tears from her face. Worry for him , love for him flowed down as she held her hand around his waist. Looking up to him her nose slowly wrinkled and she laughed \"We should get out of this ...It ...Smells bad here till the rains can wash away that smell.\" She looked down \"And we need cleaned...\" She stepped back looking up to him \" I love you... And ...I dont know what i would do if i lost you... And i know you feel the same... I can feel it..\" She blushed as she took his hand. Leaning up on her toes she kissed him, despite her wounds healing the tenderness of new flesh on her split lip was almost as bad as the wound itself. \n\nWincing she pulled back and sighed \"Lets ...Head back\" She kept ahold of his hand and began to walk. Tonight she wanted to cuddle him as tightly as she could. She knew he wasn't going anywhere but that bear coming up on them out of no where startled her more then she had expected it to." } ]	270	5,487

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