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[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmh. We're not too different really, we're just bigger, have fur and horns.\" *She didn't seem to mind being inspected, there was a clear difference in how she was acting before and after their armwrestle.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well... My canines are a little more developed and my claws tend to be a little tougher than the average macen. But other than that, my tails and ears are the biggest difference. Having ears on the side really feels super weird. And don't get me started on not having tails. I feel so much lighter, but I feel awkward and often move as if they are still there\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"...Mmh. I don't know all that much about you people. Killed one not long ago, didn't inspect him after the fact.\" *She shrugged a little.* \"Wish my horns didn't irritate me.\" *She said as she leaned back in her seat.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Do you not have the ability to tranfrom into a more Macen-like form?\" *Kibaru asked tilting his head a bit as he stared at her horns* \"Do you trim them?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Trim? No, it's bone.\" *She looked a bit confused, itching the base of her left horn.* \"We don't transform, mmh. Not like you do at least. We can turn more macenlike though.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Try that maybe. But it's not unhealthy to file them down or polish them every now and again. It's done to bulls many times. Some actually require that very much as letting it grow and often cause complications. But maybe you're not the same. But I do bet giving it a try might just end up helping you\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She grunted and shook her head.* \"No, no. I'm special anyway, my horns have been growing slowly and never stopped.\" *They were about the height that a royal crown would sit on someone's head, more like deers antlers on its side.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"So you have trimmed them before?\" *Kibaru asked with a questioned look on his face.* \"Maybe there' a magic to help out with your little problem\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She nodded along as she made herself comfy, ordering another beer for herself after he was done.* \"Mmh. I just read in my spare time, sometimes. I don't have much free time.\" *She shrugged a bit and paid for the beer when it arrived, taking a sip.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh, I have a friend that also like to read in his spare time. We even joked about making a library with the amount of books we've collected over the time. But I'm afraid I'm not one for reading unless it has to do with monster, magic or cooking\" *Kibaru said before digging in his bag and pulling out a book with a navy cover*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"I get bored easy, so i read when we're here or at camp.\" *She shrugged again and continued drinking beer.* \"Mmh. What've you got there?\" *She asked as she noticed the book.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You are very welcome, fair lady. Thinking about it, we might actually open a library. Seeing as how many people I've met seems to enjoy them and all that. Would be a great edition to my village\" *That last sentence sounded like he was talking to himself without even realizing he did so out loud*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Doubt I'd go to a library to read, just do it in my spare time on the trail.\" *She shrugged and continued to down her beer, letting out a quiet yawn, grumbling something.* \"Mmh.. I'll read this though.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well that's what I like to hear\" *Kibaru said with a wide stretch and yawn.* \"Well. I'll be going to turn in for the night. I'm feeling quite tired. So if you'll excuse me. And may your night be a pleasant one\" *Kibaru said as he stood up to go talk to the tavern keep to order a room before disappearing into the hall towards his room*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*Sivne would be sitting in her room in the inn in the city of Al. The room door was open and she was sat inside cleaning her under her fingernails with a book on her lap. She was sat with one leg off the bed and the other up, leaning back against the wall, enjoying the rest after the long march north.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*Shaw was wandering through the hallway. The lad was seemingly rather exhausted and tired from marching along with the added duties of helping Sonja escort the slaves their little mercenary group had rescued. The Silnari would have almost passed the door obliviously had the familiar scent of cow not been around. Just like a previous experience he had stopped walking and in a moment of confusion wondered why the hell he smelled cow in the inn. It certainly wasnt cooked beef, that he was certain of. With a small turn of his head the thought suddenly dawned on him as he spotted Sivne through the open door. He mentally facepalmed. Still not used to the presence of Beastkin, even with his prior experiences. What made him approach however was the sight of a book in the large warriors lap. He gently knocked on the agar door and stood in the door way. Clearly waiting for permission to enter.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She hadn't noticed him until he knocked, her eyes were down as she cleaned behind her nails and read her book. When she saw him she tossed the little wooden pick she'd been using aside and moved the book off of her lap and onto the bed, sitting upright.* \"Mmh. Come in.\" *She said with a quiet grunt, clearing her throat.* \"Have you sorted out who you're bunking with yet?\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*His eyes followed the book. He seemed rather interested in it and it likely had to do with his wanting to enter. Not wishing to be rude though he did try to pay attention to her and hear what she was saying. He seemed a little surprised by the question and shrugged. His shook his head slowly.* \"I thought Id just sleeping u-under a tree\" *He said it casually as if its what he expected and was expected to do.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"We're in a city, you're not sleeping under a tree unless you want to get kidnapped and robbed.\" *She grunted and shaked her head, motioning to the bed across the room from her. It wasn't a big room, but still.* \"Go on, you can sleep in here. We'll be in town for a long while.\" *The book itself had a red cover and seemed to have some stylistic writing on the front, with the letters in a golden hue, it wasn't clear from afar what the book was about though.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He nodded and seemed pleased. Probably not the best sign he expected to be sleeping outside. That aside though he happily puts his things down by the end of the other bed. Sighing with relief at feeling his shoulders no longer be under any strain or weight. Sitting down on the bed he bounced on it slightly with and chuckled. After that moment of glee though he looked back towards Sivne and her book. He walked over to her bed and started to inspect the book. Hoping to read the cover assuming it was something he could even understand* \"Whats this about?\" *He asked with a bit of awe in his voice. Having never seen something that had a golden hue like this he thought the book must have been expensive.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She raised a brow slightly and made some room, assuming by how he walked over that he wanted to sit on her bed with her.* \"This?\" *She picked it up and handed it to him.* \"It's a collection of old poems. It's all written in Hasaapian. I picked it up on my way back from Mipmi last week.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He looked shocked to have it held in front of him. He carefully took it. Afraid as if he might ruin it from just holding it. Slowly he opened the book and began to flip through, eyes skimming the poems even though he cant read a word of Hasaapian. He placed the book down next to her and sat down. Looking at her with a pleading expression before he spoke.* \"I've never read poetry. Only heard s-small parts. May you read to me... P-please?\" *Adding on the please at the end as if he almost forgot the word and in a panic thought its absence would cause disaster.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She seemed a little perplexed by his skitterishness, unsure if it was her natural intimidating presence or something on his end.* \"I can. You won't know what i'm saying though, unless you want me to translate. It wouldn't flow right though, poems are language specific.\" *She grunted a little and took the book, flipping to find her favourite. It did look a little funny, the nearly 8ft tall Brayer lady beastial lady was into soppy poems.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He smiled and seemed over joyed like a kid during the winter solstice. Getting comfortable he pulled his knees to his chest and waited expectantly.* \"Your language is f-fine. The rhymes will sound b-beautiful still\" *He gestured as if to start. The humour of someone like her being into poems was seemingly lost on him. Poor moron was fairly new to the concept of poetry as is.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She nodded, cleared her throat and started to read out a poem. Her voice was a little gruff but it suited the tone of the poem. It was clearly her favourite as she read it out confidently and without misspeaking. It sounded good at least. After reading it out she looked to him.* \"Mm. That poem is about war and tribal rivalries. It's a story about a chief conquering his neighbours and his ambitions crumbling in battle, his clan sold into slavery and his tribe absorbed into those who triumphed against him.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*His attention was about as close to undivided as it could get for him. He closed his eyes and burried his face in his knees. As if wanting to deprive himself of his other senses so as to better listen. His long ears almost seemed to raise up animatedly. Once she was done he looked up and his expression was bright and cheerful. He almost went to say thanks but stopped to let her speak first. As she went on his face showed interest that slowly transformed into shock, surprise, disbelief and finally sadness.* \"...Um... Thats a rather upsetting p-poem. Its not true is it?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"It's not about anyone i've ever heard of. These poems are old, dating back long before the federation was formed. It could be true or just a story. The lesson here is to lose is to be destroyed and to fight every battle with conviction.\" *She shut the book.* \"It's a favourite of mine. There are a few others I like, but those are too soppy and I won't bore you with them.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He just nodded trying to be polite. He certainly seemed disappointed at the lack of happy ending but he seemed to understand the importance of the lesson. It was a cruel world after all. Deciding he should be grateful regardless he stands up to act how he should do, even if the poem admittedly could of used some dragons he thought. Dragons always improved a story. Heading over to his backpack he riffles through if for half a minute. Tossing arrows, pelts, and hard tack aside before he finds something tied up in white cloth. Opening up the cloth pouch he takes out an apple. Chuckling he bites into it and holds it there with his mouth before grabbing another. Putting some of his things back in order before he held out the spare apple he had grabbed towards her. He nodded fervently as if insisting she take it as thanks. He then tossed it towards her. Underarm of course.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She reached out and grabbed the apple as he threw it, taking a big chomp out of it, quickly chewing it and swallowing before speaking.* \"Since i'm no longer exiled from Hasaapian lands, i'll drag you with me the next time I go.\" *She said, curious as to how he'd react.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*That seemed to cheer him up. He bit into the apple and nodded his head quickly. He munched on the bite a bit before swallowing and giving his reply.* \"Id love that. Quite a lot a-actually. Learning is why I t-travel\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"I thought you travelled to make money. You're a mercenary now, afterall.\" *She jokingly remarked, chowing down on her apple. She was eating it very quickly, on account of just being bigger than him.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He shrugged nonchalantly and chuckled. He sat down on his bed and leaned back slightly as he carried on occasionally taking small bites of his apple.* \"Money is just so I dont s-starve.\" *He said it with a hint of distaste. As if annoyed at the universe itself that he had to go out of his way to actually survive.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Stick with us and you won't have to worry about starving. Mmh. The three of us made a killing down in South Mentia, just have to be ready to get your hands dirty.\" *She picked up her wooden pick and began to clean under her nails again.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He seemed a tad hesitant when she spoke about getting his hands dirty. Metaphorically or otherwise. Finishing his apple he sat in thought whilst she dealt with her nails. He looked over and decided to break the silence with a question.* \"We'll avoid killing w-when possible right?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"You won't get far with that kind of thinking. We're here to get paid by doing some damage. Don't finish people off, if it makes you feel better. I don't needlessly kill, if you were wondering.\" *She sat up more.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He shook his head and looked like he just made a mistake in his eyes* \"Oh no nono... Was just checking\" *He did seem relieved though at her answer. After todays raid he had grown quite worried. Especially after the talk of chopping and crushing heads.* \"Im just n-new to war is all\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"War isn't fun, war is brutal. We're both just weapons, the people in power are the wielders. You're not at fault for any carnage you have to do, remember that.\" *She shrugged, hoping he was taking her advice to heart.* \"Otherwise you end up like Carlyn, constantly breaking down and whining, *'what have I done!'* Whenever she kills something that looks vaguely human.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He was listening but he did seem to have a look of disbelief and disagreement slightly. He seemed unsure about the fault of carnage part. Even he had to admit though Carlyn's mood after the battle seemed counterproductive and even dangerous given they were all still at risk from the troll. He found himself quite annoyed as he had conflicting thoughts now. Sighing he simply decided to figure them out later and give Sivne a satisfactory response.* \"Yes Boss\" *Though he didn't nod his head like he normally does.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She could sense that he was conflicted, and didn't press it further.* \"Mmh. Anyway, you never said where you are from.\" *She asked, changing the subject.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*Glad to put those thoughts aside he smiles once more. He raises his arm and after a moment points it to the east.* \"Middle Mentia\" *He said it with a hint of pride. It was an odd answer given him being a Silnari. His family most likely emigrated is the obvious answer.*\n\n*Shaw almost leapt from his seated position and laid down on his stomach and reached into his backpack again. Pulling out the map he had shown the snake lady yesterday. He unfolded it and laid it down on his bed and pointed close to one of the cities of the country. Just a few days west of the city of Wushjik.* \"Ma and Pa are there still. And you?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Anushken. The federation.\" *She stood up and walked over to his bed. She pointed at the country on the map, to the west of here.* \"My father was a warrior, he died. My mother is at home, with the tribe. I spent most of my life in Mipmi.\" *She said as she pointed to the coastal city.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He seemed satisfied with her answer. Willing to let things be until she had pointed out where Mipmi was. At that point his eyes widened once more as he realised where it was.* \"You've seen the ocean?\" *He looked up at her curiously now*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She nodded.* \"I've never sailed on a ship, but I lived on the coast. Must be strange for you, the only water here is the rivers.\" *She let out a grunt.* \"I was exiled from home until recently. I went back there three weeks ago.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*Though he wished to talk of the sea further there was a clearly more interesting topic. Though he approached it lightly, not wanting to offend.* \"May I ask why y-you were exiled?\" *He silently prayed to Balintu he might hear this tale.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"I killed a man dishonourably. He was a powerful man, a merchant. He had one of my boys murdered, so I drove a warpick into his skull while he fumbled for the keys to his door. I knew no justice was going to be done. I faced a trial by combat a few days after I returned.\" *She grunted, that was probably as much as he was going to get out of her.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He just nodded his head. Now regretting having asked. The whole affair sounded much worse than he had expected. He grimaced at the story and wasnt quite sure how to soften the atmosphere other then speak a few words that certainly weren't a surprise.* \"Im sorry to hear that... Thats horrible\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"I was victorious, don't worry. I'm free to return home whenever I want.\" *She sat back down.* \"Once this campaign is over i plan on leaving Mentia, hopefully for good. There'll be other lands more suited to my line of work.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He nodded along and was glad at least the exile business was over. Though now something she said had gotten him thinking. It was a good question to ask so he went on and asked it.* \"How l-long will it last?\" *He knew only the gods could answer such things with certainty but he saw no harm in asking her. She was the more experienced fighter after all.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"I plan on making things go faster. But i don't know, a month, two, three. Hard to say. We get paid though the longer this goes on.\" *She shrugged and rummaged through her bag for something!*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He was surprised by her answer. He'd thought campaigns went on longer. Shame. With how much they were being paid monthly he strangely found himself hoping it went on for a while... And quickly reversed those thoughts when he realised he'd just wished to extend a war. Shoving those thoughts away he pushed himself up by his arms and looked over at Sivne's bag. Wondering what she was searching for.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She pulled out another book from her bag and offered it over to him.* \"Here, read this. It's a guide to military campaigns for mercenary captains, it's in Silnarian.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He rolled over once to the edge of his bed and reached over. Grabbing it and inspecting it. He skimmed through the first couple pages before closing it.* \"Hmm later... Today was exhausting!\" *As if lamenting he let out a hearty sigh. As if he could sleep forever after todays work. Remembering his manners though he looked to her and smiled.* \"Thank you though.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She gave a simple nod, and yawned, it was late in the day by now!* \"Mmhm. Don't lose it though, I like that book.\" *She said before moving both of her legs up onto the bed and making herself more comfortable.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He nodded his head fervently. As if loosing it was some great sin.* \"Of course boss\" *He yawned as well and stretched a bit. He put the book away carefully in his backpack but he shuffled about in his bed. Pulling the covers over himself before taking his shirt off, stuffing it under the pillow for extra comfort. Getting cozy he hummed contently. Its probably been a while since the lad actually slept in a bed.* \"A pretty g-good first day I think\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She did cast a glance at what he was doing, figuring he was shy at waiting to get under the covers before taking his shirt off. She smirked a little and shook her head.* \"It wasn't bad. Mmh. I'm ready to sleep, anyway. Goodnight.\" *She said before snuffing out a candle and laying her head back against the wall to start falling asleep.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He yawned once again and rested his head on his pillow. Closed his eyes and in a sleepy voice mumbled out a* \"Gud night\" *Before he quickly passed out. Undoubtedly he'd sleep like the dead tonight.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*The day after the attack on the bandits, Sivne would be sitting out on the balcony of the inn. She had a mug of beer on the table next to her as she had her hooves up on the railing, leaning back in her chair reading a book.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*Sonja had thought the opportunity to talk with Sivne would have come sooner. Although disgruntled at having to actually start the job before an explanation was given, this was mitigated by the fact she had successfully helped nearly 20 beastkin slaves escape to freedom later that day. The Ursinoid soon found her companion on the balcony, taking a seat at the opposite side of their table.*\n\n\"...Now's later.\" *She stated flatly, her icy eyes taking in the balcony view.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmh. Haven't had a moment away from the soldiers we were marching with. And I don't intend on telling the other two the full plan.\" *She let out a grunt, folded her book and took a drink from her mug.* \"Not here, though. Let's take a walk, the walls have ears.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*So that explained it. Sonja cast a glance towards Sivne, a bit surprised that part of the plan was to be withheld from Carlyn. The newcomer, though, she understood that. But Sonja didn't object, suspecting that the reason for it would soon become apparent. And so the Ursinoid nodded silently, rising to her feet.* \"A valid concern.\" *She nodded in agreement. A public gathering place wasn't great for a secret discussion, after all.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She stood up, leaving her book on the table and bringing her mug with her. She headed out of the inn without saying anything. She'd walk to a nearby park, since it was early in the morning there wasn't anyone else around, at least not nearby.* \"I hope you haven't spent the last week assuming we're actually going to *Work* For the enemy.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*The Ursinoid surely followed. Was a park better then a balcony? Maybe. Besides themselves, the open space appeared to be devoid of ears. And at least out here they would be able to see anyone coming.*\n\n\"...That's exactly what it looks like we're doing, doesn't it?\" *Sonja huffed.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"That's the point, it looks like it. I plan on using this contract as a disguise. Do you want the long or short version of the plan?\" *She's had a whole week to let this plan formulate in her head, and probably rehersed telling it several times over in her mind. She walked slowly through the park, constantly aware of her surroundings.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"...\" *Sonja paused as it all clicked for her. A disguise? She might have been able to play along better had she known earlier. Though the Ursinoid felt a bit foolish at jumping to the conclusion they were aiding the enemy, that was behind them now. Sonja's interest piqued, her next response shouldn't have been much of a surprised.* \"...The long version.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"The recruiter is a fool, I don't know why she thought hiring beastkin to fight beastkin was a smart idea.\" *She grunted.* \"I suspect she'll send us out soon to go on raids. The first part of the plan means gaining some renown. We'll hit slaver camps and bring back one or two willing slaves as 'prisoners of war' and report wiping out raiding parties.\" *She paused, wondering what Sonja thought about the first part of the plan.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*Sonja paused for a moment, rubbing her chin.* \"Well... Won't they notice if we're attacking the slavers on their side instead of bandits and raiders?\" *The Ursinoid mused thoughtfully. Clearly she was already on board with the idea of using their presence to strike back against the Upper Mentians. But if they got found out, it wouldn't be pretty.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Wipe them all out. We only need to do this once or twice, just enough to move the plan along. The next step is to make contact with leadership from both sides. We meet the marshal, figure out how good he is in a fight. We'll need to make contact with the warlords while being mindful of spies. Then when the time is right, we decapitate the leadership here.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*The Ursinoid seemed satisfied with this explanation as she nodded slowly. Sonja supposed if there was no one left alive to spread word, it would be easy enough to get away with it. But she seemed less certain with the second part of the plan.* \"...I see, a bold plan. But even if we managed to disembowel the marshal and his lackies, surely there would be someone just as despicable to replace him?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"This isn't the capital. All we need to do is paralyse leadership. I doubt they'll find a good replacement. If he's a useful idiot we'll use that to our advantage.\" *She nodded and drank some of her beer.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*Sonja nodded slowly. She supposed the frontier was the best place to perform an assassination and get away with it. But the Ursinoid was quite aware that just paralyzing the leadership alone wasn't going to get any beastkin liberated.* \"...Well, what happens once we've done that?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"I can't plan that far ahead. That depends on what the warlords have to say. Meeting them is going to be a struggle, i'm sure they have spies.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"...Then we'll have to see how things unfold.\" *Sonja concluded with a nod.* \"But we'd be wise not to put our full trust in them either.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"I don't trust them, but as long as we have a common enemy we might be able to come to an agreement.\" *She nodded.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*Sonja nodded silently.* \"Your logic seems sound.\" *She cast a glance around. They were still alone.* \"Was there anything else to the plan, then?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Not for the moment. I expect that this information stays between you and me.\" *She finished off her beer and nodded.* \"That's all for now.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"Of course.\" *Sonja nodded.* \"We'll talk about it more as the plan progresses< I presume.\" *She turned to head back towards their inn.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*With the majority of their job completed Shaw had seemed to relax, less tense or anxious from having been chased by men with blades. That would have been particularly gruesome. Having done a quick search of the perimeter he'd gathered what arrows he could find and put them back into his quiver, even taking some that had been fired at him and his allies. Once all was said and done he just found himself waiting for he and Sonja to set off with the rescued Slaves. He sat down and leaned up against the wall of the barn and smiled contently. A good first mission he thought. Simple and well executed but he worried if perhaps some wouldnt always be this easy. Green eyes wandering over towards the large throng of beastkin he watched them with interest. He'd gone from only having seen such people from afar or passing by on roads to working for three for who knows how long and was about to escort well over a dozen. He couldnt help but laugh at the situation and chuckle at the turn of events.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*It didn't take long for Sonja to get the newly liberated Ursinoids ready for departure. Though it seemed they might be of her tribe, now was not the time to sit around and talk. If they were not hasty, they might be spotted. That would be bad. Thankfully, they were right on the frontier. And it wasn't as if the border was walled off. All they had to do was guide them along a remote path. Owing to Sonja's excellent scent of smell, that would be a simple task. After having touched bases with the beastkin, she approached Shaw to inform him of their departure.*\n\n*There was a pause as Sonja came to a halt before Shaw, almost towering over him. She spoke up a moment later with her usual flat and serious tone.* \"...Are you ready? We're leaving.\" *Perhaps the first question was rhetorical. It was hard to say.* \"The border isn't far, but we best get started now before anyone else comes snooping.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*With a cheeky smile he looked up towards Sonja and nodded his head. With a jump he stood up and to attention. Like a solider getting ready for inspection almost. The message was rather clear, he was about as ready as one could be for travelling, despite being new he got out luckily without any wounds.* \"Wise decision Boss\" \n\n*As he stood there his eyes wandered between Sonja and the other beastkin again. He had a curious look on his face before he tilted his head up so as to speak with her, for a moment he worried Sivne's and Sonja's height may cause next problems but that can be dealt with later.* \"Does their p-presence change anything?\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"...\" *Sonja gazed down at Shaw with her icy gaze as he spoke. She found it odd that je was calling her boss now. Maybe Shaw just did that to anyone that seemed to take charge? But she didn't remark on it any further. More perplexing was his question. Sonja wasn't entirely sure who Shaw was referring to, but took her best guess.*\n\n\"Snoopers? ...It would. The Upper Mentian nobles wouldn't stand for the 'theft' of their property, especially by other Beastkin. Which is why be must move quickly if we are to see these Ursinoids to the boarder and not wear out our welcome.\" *Sonja concluded with a nod.* \"The others will report back and say we went chasing the bandits.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He shook his head. Realising he forgot to point to the matter of his query he gestured his hand towards the beastkin slaves they were to escort. He even nodded his head in their direction.* \"I meant them... Sorry. I-I'd be having thoughts had I just rescued f-friends\" \n\n*He gave an apologetic smile in return for his mistake. Hoping he wasnt tiring her patience with his questions he decided they could talk and walk at the same time. Not attempting to take charge of the march but his legs did begin to lead him in the 'general' direction they were going.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"...Well, there might not be friends left to think about if we hesitate now.\" *She stated flatly. Sonja didn't recall mentioning that she knew these people. Hopefully Shaw hadn't assumed they were friends solely on account of their bear ears. In any case, there was little time to dwell on such matters.*\n\n*Seeing Shaw start to lead the way, Sonja called to the other Ursinoids and motioned for them to follow. She promptly followed after her companion. Given her longer legs, quickly caught up with him. There was silence from Sonja as she led everyone away from the farmstead and towards the tree line, giving the air a sniff.*\n\n\"So... Where did you learn to shoot like that?\" *She asked, finally breaking the silence.* \"The bouncey thing.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He decided not to press further. Thinking her comment was a way to put off his line of query. He just tried to keep up a good pace, having to walk slightly quicker then he normally does so as to not slow down this band of tall folk.*\n\n*Once Sonja asked her question he seemed to brighten up. Glad for there not to be an awkward silence he happily responds.* \"Father t-taught me the trick... Though the s-shooting was from a poacher\" *He with a hint of pride in his voice and expression held his bow out, It was notably yew so a good quality weapon but probably could use more maintenance. It was certainly the most well kept possession he owned but even this was starting to show signs of wear and age. A well supplied archer probably would have gotten a new one by now.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*Sonja nodded slowly as she listened to the answers Shaw provided. All the while she led the way, occasionally sniffing the air to make sure they were safe. Thankfully, the breeze blew in their favor. They would be hard to track. The other Ursinoids followed behind their pair of guides.*\n\n\"I see. Well, it was... Nifty.\" *She commented. It seemed that that was as close to a complement as Shaw was going to get.*\n\n*Her own ranged weapon of choice was an Arbalest—basically a giant crossbow. Though, in Sonja's hands it's looked regular sized. The heavy cranked weapon was a stark contrast to Shaw's lighter yew bow. Though, it seemed Sonja would be fine in close quarters too if the axe strapped to her back was anything to go by.*\n\n\"...I take it you used to be a poacher too, then?\" *Sonja mused idly, stoically concealing her curiosity. It was only natural to want to learn more about their newest traveling companion.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*If they werent already walking along itd be more obvious but Sonja could probably see that even those a small compliment the use of the word 'nifty' added a small hop into his step. His smile only grew brighter.* \n\n*His eyes curiously looked at the Arbalest with awe. The weapon was practically a machine, a deadly one he noted. It was this viewing that made the lad decide he had to get one of his own. Albeit a much much smaller one. In his hands he could probably barely shoot the thing let alone aim well. As for close quarter combat he didnt seem to have anything decent for such an event other than a small short sword/large dagger.*\n\n*He nodded his head at her question. Though he frowned slightly. Never having really applied the term poacher to himself before it seemed wrong. Holding implications he wasnt a fan of.* \"I guess... I p-prefer the term hunter. But yes, nearly all my life\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"...Why might that be?\" *Sonja slowly but succinctly asked in turn. The concept of poaching seemed rather odd to her, seeing how her tribe had lived off the land without taking ownership of it. But it certainly didn't seem distasteful to her. Sonja was not fond of nobles, especially Upper Mentian ones. She'd probably have owned up to such a label as a badge of honor.*\n\n*Her icy gaze drifted briefly over Shaw. It was hard to picture the smaller figure as a poacher. Surely he'd struggle battling against multiple guardsmen. But he seemed nimble. Sonja supposed all that a poacher really needed to do was hunt and escape without being caught. And given that revised criteria, she supposed he fit the bill.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "\"One cannot own nature... And poacher also means criminal. I dont like breaking the law\" *He shrugged and finished speaking. He said all he thought he needed to really. His tone certainly conveyed a level of dislike to the word poacher and especially 'criminal'. Wether this was from a standpoint of honour or goodness wasn't clear but he made obvious his wish to not be such thing.*\n\n*Quietly he muttered Mentian curses to himself as if trying to find relief as the topic had seemingly made him angry. Absent mindedly a hand came to his hair and he swept his locks in front of his ears. Were he not a Silnari they would have been completely covered but still they pointed out only just.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*Sonja paused for a moment to ponder over these words as they continued to head along through the forest. It was clear that the topic had had an effect on Shaw. But that in and of itself was not enough to deter the stoic Ursinoid, who had soon found her tongue.*\n\n\"...A poacher who doesn't like breaking the law, you say?\" *She repeated with a soft chuckle, apparently amused by the paradox. Of course, it was easy enough to say one disagreed with the idea of owning land. And by that logic, no one could be a poacher. Be Sonja suspected that wouldn't stop the nobles whose land was being poached from stringing up the offenders as criminals.*\n\n*Another pause.*\n\n\"What had you move on from that?\" *The Ursinoid raised an eyebrow, giving Shaw a glance.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He rolled his eyes at the use of the word poacher even after his beliefs being stated but with a heavy breath in and out he kept his composure. He simply nodded his head so as to confirm her query. Not wishing to entertain it beyond that and especially not with words. His jaw seemed clenched and lips tight as if he was forcing himself to be silent.*\n\n*Whilst the silence hung above the two he just kept this expression, although overtime it did relax. Once she had asked her next question however he seemed happy to change the topic and answer.* \"...Adventure, travel, and learning\" *Speaking the worlds smoothly as if that particular line was rehearsed.* \"I wished to es-escape village life\" *He finally shrugged off the matter, thinking he'd said enough*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*The silent nod from Shaw served as confirmation of Sonja's assertion. Though she didn't acknowledge it with much more than a chuckle. It seemed the topic had further agitated her companion. Best to change topics, she thought. The Ursinoid raised an eyebrow at the response to her other question. It sounded rather rehearsed. Was that how Shaw really felt? Or was there more to it than that? But Sonja wasn't about to question his words so blatantly.*\n\n\"Those are admirable aims.\" *She concluded with a nod, sniffing the air while continuing to guide them along an unmarked path through the forest.* \"What about village life was not to your liking?\" *Sonja wondered aloud. Frankly, she thought she might have been content with something like that, had circumstances not forced her to where she was now.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He seemed happier now with just talking about his aims. They certainly made him seem more relaxed as he walked along following Sonja through the forest. Just when he seemed to start enjoying the sights around she asked her question about village life. Smile faltering his pace slowed down significantly upon hearing that. As if the thought put into answering the question needed enough focus that he couldn't even concentrate on walking. Eyes holding a blank look for a few seconds before his expression became one of discomfort. He quickly corrected his pace and carried on moving like normal. His expression almost forcibly moulded into a poker face.* \"S'private\" *Was his only word on the matter.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*The change in Shaw certainly didn't go unnoticed by Sonja. Not only did his expression change—he smelled uncomfortable. Not wanting to press the issue, the Ursinoid simply nodded and continued along towards the boarder. Maybe Shaw's life as a poacher had caught up with him? Perhaps he felt too much guilt about his work? Sonja wasn't sure, but didn't pry further.*\n\n*They were close now. The scent of wilderness and beastkin had become stronger. The scent of guards and soldiers were behind them. Just a bit further and Sonja expected to send the liberated slaves on their way towards freedom in the warlord realm.* \"...We're almost through the worst of it.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He looked back towards the rescued slaves and studied them. Thinking about their situation he couldnt help but frown. He realised that the 'rescuing' part wasnt quite what their job was intended to be. Weighing the scales in his head he wondered wether this action would go unnoticed or not by the superiors and leaders of this campaign. He hoped not.*\n\n*Eyes wandering over towards the wilderness ahead of them seemed to relax his thoughts. He couldnt help but slow down every now and then to admire the various wild flowers. He made sure to point out ones he particularly liked* \"Beautiful country... I like it h-here\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"...Yes. I used to live around here. Spring is always lively and colorful.\" *Sonja stated with a nod, continuing at her usual speed. She slowed only as necessary to not leave Shaw far behind.* \"If only it was as peaceful as it is beautiful.\"\n\n*Finally, Sonja came to a halt, sniffing the air. They seemed to be far enough inside warlord territory that it was safe to let the liberated Ursinoids go the rest of the way on their own.* \"This is it.\" *She announced, directing the ex-slaves towards the nearest beastkin settlement.* \"There should be a friendly town a few miles that way. I can smell it. Best of luck to you all.\"\n\n*And so the Ursinoid bid them farewell, watching as the headed off towards the direction she had indicated. That was that. Soon enough, it was just Sonja and Shaw. The Ursinoid turned to head back the way they had come.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*Unfamiliar with beastkin formalities he simply waved goodbye to the rescued slaves. Not wanting to look foolish by overstepping. He wouldnt be surprised if some would treat him with suspicion for looking like their captors. Stopping ge watched as the throng of Ursinoids go off into the wilderness. For but a moment he looked out at the horizon and tried to appreciate the sky. It was close to sun set and itd certainly be dark by the time they got back to Sivne and Carlyn. He didnt seem worried though. Looking over at Sonja he decided to ask a question of his own.* \n\n\"W-what makes you fight?...Worlds large enough to avoid... Itd be e-Itd be easy to live peacefully in secret?\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"...\"\n\n*Sonja said nothing for a long moment, slowly turning her icy blue gaze onto Shaw. The question betrayed an amount of naivety that the Ursinoid hadn't quite been prepared to confront. Luckily for Shaw, she had been in a good mood and wasn't about to recount the trauma inflicted on her people.*\n\n\"...It *Wouldn't* Be easy.\" *She grumbled.* \"Perhaps a small nomadic tribe could accomplish it. But good luck hiding the entire population of a city.\" *She didn't bother to answer that first question. Hadn't he seen the slaves? No one wanted to end up in such a situation.*\n\n*With that, Sonja began walking back the way they had come, retracing their steps towards Upper Mentian territory. She motioned for Shaw to follow. There was no time to be wasted. If they took too long it might seem suspicious.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He waited for the answer. For a moment he thought it might not come. Either way he appreciated being able to stop walking if just for a few seconds. When her answer did come he looked slightly disappointed. He simply sighed and stretched his legs. Taking one last look towards the Ursinoids now disappearing over the horizon before he turned around and began to follow Sonja back towards civilisation.*\n\n*As they began to return he simply kept his eyes forward as he occasionally hummed a repetitive sounding tune. Whatever the song was it was probably one best sung instead of idly mused like he is doing now. The activity did seem to put a smile on Shaw's face though. As if he was doing it to lighten the mood of the walk back.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*It didn't seem that Sonja planned to freely volunteer any additional information. And so they continued along towards Upper Mentia. The Ursinoid was content to let Shaw sing his tunes—they seemed to help cheer him up and liven the atmosphere. Sonja eventually altered course for where their inn was located. Soon the sun had begun to set.*\n\n\"...We're almost back.\" *Sonja announced.* \"Thank you for the company.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*As they began to make their way back he seemed quite pleased with it being close to dusk. Once Sonja thanked him for the company he seemed surprised. Unclear as to why but he chuckled in response. He bowed his head, notably lower than he did upon first meeting her or when addressing their mutual employer Ayana Tesfaye. Once he was back upright he looked at her with those usual bright green eyes.* \"A thousand thanks... And a thousand f-fond farewells. Good night Boss. Until morning\" \n\n*A small wave was given and with that he'd changed course for which way he was walking. It seemed he had plans to go off and do something tonight. As he began walking off into the growing darkness of dusk Sonja would see blond hairs begin to grow on the back of his neck and arms. Turning into some sort of animal as he went.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "*Sonja gave Shaw a simple nod in response. She was tired from all the walking and eager to get some rest. After waving farewell to her companion, she retired to the inn and soon fell asleep.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*Sivne would be setting camp. She wasn't in the best state but that didn't stop her from working. She pitched her tent up in a well hidden spot and got to work on concealing it with branches and other bits of foliage.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Carlyn had set up in silence with her binder, a quill, and some ink. Seems she has returned to maths in order to take her mind off the murdering she had committed, though, for once she didn't seem bad about it. She seemed... Indifferent." }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"You're less fragile than usual.\" *She remarked and then coughed. The arrow in the neck certainly had been an unpleasant experiance.* \"Haven't seen you kill outside of battle before.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*Almost the second they began setting up for camp Shaw simply got started with helping to set up tents and grab bits of wood for fire. He didnt seem to have his usual smile present. Today was certainly an experience and seemed to have worn down the Silnari a bit. A good rest and food would certainly do the trick. For now though he seems to be coping by being productive.*\n\n*Upon hearing the cough he stopped helping with the tent and went about rifling through his backpack. Taking out a waterskin and holding it out to Sivne with an insistent look. If denied he'd just leave it on the floor nearby then go back to grab spare and offer to Carlyn as well.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Carlyn looked towards Sivne, and had opened her mouth to say something, though very quickly closed it after.\nIt was almost as though there was some remorse in there for it, and truthfully within circumstances, there was some. After all, he was just like they were. They were just like he. Their goals no more or less noble than a mercenary hired to do a job.\n\nFor a moment, she seemed to be in that stump, before Shaw offered her a waterskin.\nThe dog looked up and smiled, but ultimately said, *\"I'm alright. I don't really drink much other than potions, but... I appreciate the thought.\"*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He seemed a tad stumped at his offer being denied again. Almost worried about dehydration becoming a pressing matter. His look of worry vanished and then was immediately replaced by confusion followed by further worry and concern when she said she only drank potions. Jaw dropping he just looked at Carlyn with the most perplexed look. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. He seemed curious about the claim as to say so is almost insane... And unbelievably expensive he realised.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*Sivne, on the otherhand, did accept the drink. She took the waterskin and chugged a bit of it before handing it back, clearing her throat. Once she'd done everything she needed to she sat down in the entrance of her tent.* \"Mmh. We'll try to meet the warlords while here.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*Seeing the drink accepted seemed to cheer him up. At least someone wasnt drinking healing potions only... Probably best to have a discussion with Carlyn about that later.*\n\n*Thoughts aside he got back to preparing a fire. Just throwing twigs and sticks in a pile and chuckling thin shavings of kindling on haphazardly. Still being light out though he decided to wait to light it for whenever it begins to get dark. With that final chore done he laid himself down on the ground with a sigh*\n\n\"They cant be f-far off no?\" *He rolled over slightly so as to face the others*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Must be close. We'll find the way easy enough.\" *She grunted and rubbed her neck, her eyes glancing to the twk of them.* \"Mmh... Trail rations, can't wait.\" *She said sarcastically.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Didnt realize with noooo ping\n\nCarlyn quietly closed her book, wiping the ink off of her quill into a leaf and tossing it aside before putting away both the ink jar and the quill itself.\nSeems she had finally finished what she was doing.\n\n*\"I go where you go,\"* She replied back, which truthbetold was almost a motto for her at this point. Only, for once she finally had something to say about it.\n\n*\"I do wonder how long we'll be out here for, though. And, I don't just mean out here on the field, but... Fighting in a war we're not apart of. Granted, I guess we're a part of it now, but... I know war goes on for years, sometimes. Will we be fighting here for that long..? Surely not, right?\"*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "Carlyn quietly closed her book, wiping the ink off of her quill into a leaf and tossing it aside before putting away both the ink jar and the quill itself. Seems she had finally finished what she was doing. *\"I go where you go,\"* She replied back, which truthbetold was almost a motto for her at this point. Only, for once she finally had something to say about it. *\"I do wonder how long we'll be out here for, though. And, I don't just mean out here on the field, but... Fighting in a war we're not apart of. Granted, I guess we're a part of it now, but... I know war goes on for years, sometimes. Will we be fighting here for that long..? Surely not, right?\"*\n\n\"Assuming things go the way I plan for them to, we won't be out here all that long. Mmh.. Why, getting tired of Mentia? Want to move on from this country and try our luck somewhere else?\" *She asked, quite curious as to if Carlyn was getting tired of Mentia.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He chuckled at the quip about trail rations. Salted meat, dried fruits, and stone hard bread did seem daunting but at least they had a lot of it. He didnt seem too phased by the thought of going long on such foods. He did think about how he could help supplement such basic food stuffs with game and wild veg and greens from the forest.* \n\n\"Hmm I can always go hunt-ting. We'll be fine\"\n\n *As the topic of the war came up he stopped thinking about food and paid attention. It was something to listen to for certain. He looked between Sivne and Carlyn as they spoke and he wondered what each of their thoughts were. Part of him felt worried that the fighting indeed may go on.* \n\n\"I mean... If it goes on too long we can always leave?\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "Carlyn hummed, giving a huff of amusement at the idea of getting *Bored* Of Mentia.\nShe shook her head and said, *\"No, that's not it. I left Kadho to explore anywhere that* Wasn't *Kadho, and I'd say I've done a good job of that thus far travelling with you guys. But, I've just got this... Pit in my stomach, I guess.\"*\n\nShe paused for a moment and looked at Shaw.\nA muddled sigh was given, and she looked back to Sivne and gave her a bit of an explanation in Hasaapian, before translating it back for Shaw - though leaving out some details.\n**\"I worry about him more than any of us, too. He's reckless. Not that... We aren't, but he's different. I worry about it, and well... Now I've got to worry about you and Sonja, too, after seeing what happened yesterday.\"**\n-\n*\"I'm worried one of us will get hurt one of these days, is all. Not that we don't already, but I mean...* Seriously *Hurt.\"*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*Sivne rolled her eyes and rubbed her neck.* \"We'll be fine. Look at me, that was a close shave with death and all that did was piss me off.\" *She played off the gravity of the situation, an inch to the left and she'd have died.* \"We're all good fighters, those bastards just tried their hardest to kill me and we still won.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He raised an eyebrow at the Hasaapian talk. His expression quite obviously not happy that discussion he cant understand is still going on. He just rolled his eyes and assumed some level of privacy was wanted for this topic. He was after all just a rookie and the newest member. He didnt find such behaviour surprising but he couldnt help but feel a twang of pain at being excluded.*\n\n*Once he was given a response in Silnari his expression did seem calmer though still annoyed.* \"A risk of the job\" *He shrugged and didnt wish to add more than that. *" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"I suppose, and... Well, I realised yesterday as I killed that man that... Within reason, that man could've been any of us in the exact same circumstance. He was hired to do a job, and so were we. It rattles me more so because I had to come to terms with the fact that any of us could do, and not so much that I realised I* Had *To kill. It's just... The price of doing business, I guess.\"*\n\nShe scoffed, and looked at Sivne and shook her head.\nNothing was said in response, but she wasn't terribly amused with how quickly the bull was willing to downplay the situation they had been in. But that wasn't terribly important. She knew Sivne recognised the danger of it, too. A close shave with death, she called it. And indeed, that's what it was." }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"He was a squire. He was training under that knight and would've done the same things that he was doing. We're mercs, we fight for money, but we all have our own plans and goals. A squire only plans on showing off for their knight.\" *She clearly had no moral issues with mass squire death, shrugging.* \"Mmh.. Never understood you people, Sonja too. I get the impression that you hate slaverers more than murderers.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*Shaw started to shake his head at Carlyns words. He didnt look surprised or contrarian but he did seem to disagree with something she said.* \n\n\"No one HAS to die... H-he could of been let go.\" \n\n*Emphasising the has he tries to make his thoughts clear. He did think she was right about him having a job and how roles could have been reversed. But dying wasn't a necessary truth in his mind*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"I'm not entirely sure if I could decide which I hate more. They're equally as guilty of revoking the freedom of man.\"*\nCarlyn had replied in a seemingly light-hearted manner, although she still had that solemn inflection in her voice. Whatever the case, a small talk certainly had helped a bit to cope with the current circumstances they were under. Since the beginning of their time in the war, it had been rough for the dog, who had gone from never having fought a man with the intent to kill, to having killed both actively on the battlefield.\n\n*\"Ultimately, we don't have to. It's to the choice of each individual soldier. But in times of war, from what I've heard of stories of veterans and naval captains who pass through my shop, that all hearts beat to the same rhythm. The rhythm of slaughter. So, while we may not have to... We... Still pretty much have to, otherwise it's our lives first.\"*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He sighed and just shook his head still. He didnt seem swayed but he did stop speaking any objections. He just pulled his knees to his chest and glumly rested his chin on his knees. Talk of killing and slaughter certainly didnt seem to bring the most happy atmosphere he thought. Eyes looking up he started to wonder wether he should light the fire yet. It was certainly getting dark enough he thought. Hard to tell with nightvision though.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"The squire had to die. He heard too much after the fight was over, could've heard our names too. This whole trip out is supposed to be deniable, no one is supposed to know we were here.\" *She shuffled back into her tent and laid down to rest.* \"Never met so many mercs with a moral dilemma before.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*With that last comment he decided best to get to lighting the fire. May lighten the mood to have the warmth and light. It took him a few attempts to work the flint and steel properly but soon a spark lit the kindling and with a little care and attention the fire started to grow. Once that was done he started smiling again. Leaning back in the grass and looking up joyfully at the sky.* \n\n\"Hmm maybe after a few more missions a trip s-somewhere nice could happen. A little holiday\"" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Aye, I know, that's why I killed him. Still, I'm not terribly happy about it, but... It almost felt deserved. Like I was doing something that was meant to be.\"*\nCarlyn thought for a moment and grimaced at that realisation, casting it aside and shaking her head.\n\n*\"I agree. We've not particularly got a good break since we met up. Of course, there was the time we all part ways for a few weeks after the Teichmuller called us off, but... I mean, I went right back to working, and I assume you and Sonja did too. So, yeah, when we finish up here? Good, long break after.\"*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Anywhere in mind? I might go east, never been past Mentia.\" *She admitted, considering things. She pulled out a small map she had, holding it up above her as she remained laying on her back.* \"Mm... Where might be fun..\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*Shaw smiles at the thought of travelling more but something Carlyn said grabs his attention* \"I've n-never seen the ocean. So coast maybe... By the way. Why the name? Teichmuller?\" \n\n*His eyes however wandered over to the map Sivne was looking at. Half tempted to go look at it but best not. He tried thinking more about places to go.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Could board us on a ship to Runra, the land of my people. I've been a few times myself - though, I've been almost across the entire world at this point. Business and also bordem. So, reasonably, I could take us anywhere. I've got connections.\"* Carlyn replied, almost a bit prideful in her connections. It wasn't a big surprise the Dog had friends, and even less of a surprise that she was proud of them. Very... Dog-like.\n\n*\"Ahhh, well, Runra would be nice but they aren't terribly fond of foreigners. They like to call them «outsiders» there. I think I could talk my way to them, though.\"*\nThe word for outsiders in Runran certainly didn't sound very kind, especially the way she had said it. Spoken like a true native. With malicious dereliction." }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Our first job was at an estate called Teichmuller down in south mentia, small winery, place was invested with mushroom men. Hired to clear them out and keep the place safe.\" *She hummed and answered Shaw's question.* \"Half the runrans i've met, i've killed. Granted i've only met two but still. Mmh... You both should come to the federation. I'll take you back to my tribe.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*The silnari's eyes opened wide in shock slightly. He seemed in awe at Carlyns claims about having traveled so far and wide.* \"Amazing... One day I shall have to see this Runra\" \n\n*Glad to be answered about the Teichmuller question though he looked perplexed at the answer... First job made it more sensible but what a strange word indeed. What he focused on next was the offer of going to the federation though. That put a slightly scared expression on his face.* \"I'd like that but... Um Sivne dont your people hate...\" *He gestured to his ears, both of which moved slightly as if to emphasise his concern about him being a Silnarian.*" }, { "author": "lordalatreon", "message": "*\"Hatred, no hatred. We're already in a land where racism runs rampant. I don't think it'll matter all too much.\"*\nThe dog was ultimately right. Racism was virtually all across the continent, and then beyond that into other continents. It was as much a concern everywhere as it was here - save for in a few places such as merchant towns like Kadho, where diversity was key to their success.\n\nCarlyn got up and walked over the Sivne, sitting and then laying on the ground next to her to look up at the map. She quietly pointed out a few places along the coasts of Runra, Kadho, Irutia, and a few other places, saying, *\"If we're going to the beach, those are some of the best places to go.\"*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She blinked a little, funnily enough, Sivne had never really conceptualised racism in her mind. It didn't make sense to her, and it wasn't all too common in beastkin culture beside tribal racial rivalries.* \"What about you? There's plenty of non-beastkin in the federation. Just because we conquer others doesn't mean we hate them. Mmh.\" *She sat up and grabbed her breastplate, offering it over to him.* \"Our gods are depicted on there.\" *They were notably all depicted as Macen. She then looked to Carlyn putting at the map.* \"Mmh.. I'm not really a beach go-er.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He wasnt sure how to respond. He just shrugged and tried to put his thoughts into words.* \"I just t-thought cause... Silnari enslave your kind the most\"\n\n*He did stop once the breastplate was held out in front of him. At first he looked incredibly confused, once the god depiction part was made clear though he did start looking. He took the large plate, practically a tower shield in his grip and he began studying the artistry. He was slow about it, not recognising any of the gods at first*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"And this is the difference, we think nothing of it. Slavery is the strong enforcing their will on the weak, those who fall are taken as spoils of war. It's nothing to do with race. I've seen just as many Canifor slaves as I have Macen slaves back home.\" *It depicted most of the Hasapiaan gods in an artistic fashion!*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He nodded, only half paying attention now as he was mostly just studying the breastplate. Carefully he put it down, not wanting to risk damaging it at all even despite its purpose being to take blows so Sivne doesnt have to. With that he decided to join the pair in laying down and looking at the map, seemed he didnt want to be left out.*\n\n\"Am glad race isnt a factor... I think\" *At least they didnt judge races. The casualness of the strong enforcing their will on the weak though seemed worrying. After that worrying thought was over he simply relaxed and looked up at the map in thought.* \"Do you not like b-beaches Sivne?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Sitting on the beach, mmh. Boring. Only thing its good for is reading, as long as you don't get sand on the pages.\" *She grumbled, she wasn't a beach kind of person.* \"I prefer cultural landmarks.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "\"Hmm fair. I think. Hard to say\" *He shrugged and looked back to the map.* \"Ya know. Itd only a-add a week to the journey to the federation if we w-went...\" *He paused for a while, struggling to say so much so quickly.* \"Went by my home via the river\" *He gestured to the city of Wushjik, a major city in the north of Middle Mentia*" } ]

[ { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*Shaw made his way into the bedroom of the most recent tavern he and the rest of the Teichmueller four were staying at during their travels. He sighed and started to put his things down in the corner of the room, slowly removing his armour and the various hidden weapons he had on him until he was finally free of his equipment. Now in more casual wear, he yawned and grabbing his journal from his bag went to sit at a small desk that came with the larger than usual room. It was a fancy inn after all.*\n\n*Once at the desk he placed down the leather bound book he'd bought not long into his career as a merc fighting for southern mentia. He opened it up, skimming past the first half, in it were notes and drawings. Seems he kept a log on his employer, party members, and anyone the merc band had really done business with. Today however the Silnari finds himself checking what he wrote the previous day about what beastkin tribes were about the area... No new information gained today sadly. That fact made him frown slightly. Damned uptight guards. Made him want to smack his head with the journal how fruitless the day had been. At least there was always tomorrow he thought.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*Sivne would enter the room a few minutes later, having finished with her meal and drink. She haphazardly tossed her bag to the side- and then realised the book she wanted to read was in the bag. She trotted over and plucked it out before sitting down on the bed and slipping into something more comfy.* \"Mm. You alright? You look stressed.\" *She said as she put her hooves up and laid on her back, opening the book to where she was last at.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He'd keep his eyes down on the journal as she entered. His ears raised he already recognised her by her stride before she opened the door. Once the question was posed he shrugged his shoulders* \"Thinking how quickly I can learn Hasappian... The language barrier... Painful\" *He eventually closed the book with a sigh and just rubbed his eyes before looking over towards the brayer, eyes then curiously gazing at the book she was reading.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"I'll try and teach you some in a bit.\" *She took out an apple she'd bought in town, chomping on it as she read her book.* \"Did you hear the town crier? Middle mentia and north mentia are fighting again.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He smiled at the offer of being taught some more of the language. So many beastkin where they were and it was getting more and more tiring how he couldnt understand a word of it. The insult he half understood the other day certainly made him want to learn it faster.*\n\n*However as he heard the new his ears drooped, his smile practically dropped right away.* \"W-what?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*Her eyes were looking at her book, so she didn't notice his shock.* \"Mmh? It was going to happen sooner or later. They won't last long.\" *She shrugged a little and continued reading.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.* \"I pray it ends soon... Kind of my home M-middle Mentia\" *He took a deep breath in and out, putting his journal down as now he definitely wasnt in the headspace to focus on words.* \"...Hopefully quick... North wont l-last long\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"..Mmh? I thought you were south mentian.\" *She looked over, curious.* \"North doesn't stand a chance, it's just a puppet of the marshal.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He shook her head when she mentioned south mentia.* \"M-middle... Born and raised.\" *The comment that the north didnt stand a chance seemed to reassure him at least. He got up from his chair, moving away from the desk and just sit at the edge of the bed for now* \"...Pr-robably not a fight worth joining honestly\" *He shrugged, trying to ignore the bad news for now.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Probably not, it was inevitable anyway.\" *She shrugged a little.* \"Haven't decided how we'll handle this current situation yet anyway.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*The use of the word \"We'll handle\" Made him raise an eyebrow. He turned his head to face her. Turning about in the bed and crossing his legs, his attention now focused on her.* \"Any clue so far boss?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"You know, with upper mentia. I don't intend on letting them win.\" *She said, setting her book aside and sitting up more, chomping on her appple again.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*Now that she was no longer reading and sat up she's more clearly see his expression. He was shocked and at a loss for words. He looked at her like she was mad.* \"Excuse me? R-repeat?\" *She didn't just say what he just heard surely.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Upper mentia? Mmh. Did Sonja never tell you? She hates them.\" *She took another big chomp out of her apple, her eyes looking over him, trying to figure out what was the cause of his reaction.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He gripped the bedsheets tightly as a way to keep himself calm. A lot of emotions running through his head. He gulped down the words that he was about to start spouting and tried to remain composed. He shook his head with a frown.* \"W-what else dont I know?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Shaw, she used to be a slave. You know those farms we passed full of beastkin? That was her some years ago.\" *She said, unusually empathetic of her, given her past with slavery.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He pursed his lips and closed his eyes. Huffing before shaking his head* \"A-and for m-months you've been lying to me!\" *He crossed his arms. Eyes opening as he looks back to her* \"Why lie?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Nobody's been lying to you. Just because they pay us to do work doesn't mean we owe them anything. Mmh. You're not even from there.\" *Another chomp out of her apple.* \"The other mentians are fine, worked for them no problem.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "\"You t-thought I w... Was!\" *He was getting a little mad it seems. His stammer seemingly getting worse as a result and it only frustrated him more. He took a deep breath in and out again.* \"...I wasnt told... And... Why are we working for Upper M-mentia then?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"We're taking their money and using it as a way to fuck them over.\" *Chomp, chomp.* \"I don't want any of the mentian states to win, but certainly not upper mentia.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*His brow furrowed.* \"What does that m-mean Sivne? Any?\" *There was a level of fear in his voice at that comment.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"They're all unworthy, for one reason or another. Intolerant, corrupt and weak. None of the false emperors are fit to lead a flock of sheep.\" *She got a little political, just a little.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*His eyes conveyed a clear look of hurt. He seemed to almost flinch at the word weak. He thought she made her thoughts plenty clear... Part of him wanted to just pinch himself and believe this was a dream but he knew it not to be the case. He took a shaky breath, tears starting to form* \"A-and do you see why I would have wanted this news when we m-met!...Not after all this...\" *His voice trailed off at the end, finding it more and more difficult to even be in the room at this point.*" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She looked perplexed, she couldn't understand ehy he was feeling this way.* \"Why are you so worked up over what I think about a few spineless feudal lords? Mmh.\" *She shuffled back in the bed and leaned against the headboard.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He now frowned, that anger returning as he wiped away the forming tears* \"Im M-mentian!...Its a little hurtful to hear this... F-from you... If not for the Emperor then... M-middle Mentia would collapse into ruin\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"You put too much faith in one person. Do you think my people would collapse if all our leaders were killed? No, of course not. The strong rise to the top. The only reason we've stalled is weak canifors buying their way into relevance. Your people would survive without some monarch.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He sighed and his hand went to rub the bridge of his nose... And then both hands went to his temples as if massaging away a headache.* \"...Tell m-me next time okay?...Next time theres a plan like t-this one?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"There's not some conspiracy to keep you in the dark. And there's no *Plan.* Just an intention. We haven't decided on doing anything yet.\" *She leaned back against the headrest again.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck* \"F-fine... It would have been nice to know though... Sorry for raising my voice...\" *He pursed his lips and decided to follow suit in moving and leaning back against the headrest. Lad was seemingly hoping that mimicing might lighten the mood.* \"Does Carlyn know?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"No. Only me and Sonja talked about it. She wouldn't have even come if not for promising her that we weren't going to let them win. These aren't good people we're working for.\" *She grunted and closed her eyes, reaching for his hand and gently holding it as she let out a sigh.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He frowned. Not entirely glad yet another person wasnt aware. At least he was in the loop now but he'd have to tell Carlyn later. His frown did falter at her taking his hand in hers. He gave her hand a squeeze and leaned his head on her shoulder* \"Hmm they arent... Especially that b-baron\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"I'm selfish. But them? They'd sell their own family for power. They're all evil in their own way and they'll get what's coming to them.\" *She grumbled a little with her eyes closed.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He chuckled and though her eyes were closed she'd feel him nodding his head* \"Hopefully... And dont speak like that. You're fine. A lil r-rough but nice all the s-same\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Hmpf. I know what i am. No need to be delusional.\" *She opens her eyes and looks over to him.* \"I'm glad the world hasn't ruined you yet, at least.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He gave her arm a very light punch. Not intended to hurt but show his disagreement. Though he does then give a comforting rub to where he punched, as if it did hurt.* \"And it never will. Worlds nice... Its t-the people who m-make it cruel\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She huffed.* \"Something made people rotten. I don't know what, but it's something. People get too comfortable being cruel.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He shrugged and leaned further against her, now half hugging as he looked up at her with a bright smile* \"Well as long as we're on the r-right side of things... Im happy\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"I hope we are. I don't know if I am. You are.\" *She stroked his hair and yawned, clearly tired.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "\"Hmpf... Just s-stick with me and you'll be fine.\" *He smirked and resisted yawning as well* \"Sleepy?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmh.. Mhm. I'm going to sleep.\" *She stretched and groaned before slipping under the sheets and getting comfortable.* \"Goodnight.\" *She said before rather quickly falling asleep.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "\"Goodnight...\" *He sighed as he kept he head leaned up against the headrest for a while. He didnt immediately sleep. For a while he just sat there in thought. After what felt like an hour he'd eventually lay down, wanting to follow suit and sleep*" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "```fix\nSomewhere in a Middle Mentia Library\n```" }, { "author": "Arlean", "message": "With his fencing training over and his companions nowhere to be found, Arlean decided to visit a local library to study magic - one of the largest in Shaslandi, with a sizeable magical section. He just needed to pay a steep entry fee of a single silver for a day...\n\nIt can't be helped, he's a foreigner after all. \n\nHe quickly grabbed a book about local magical tradition and the religion of Qinism, sitting at one of the table and studying it curiously. After 30 minutes, he set the book aside and grabbed what is a cross between fiction and mythology, reading about alleged heroic tales of ancient Mentian heroes instead. \n\nThe kitsune's silhouette would be extremely distinctive - with all nine of his fluffy tails wrapped around the chair.." }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "Sonja must have been board out of her mind if she was visiting a *Library* Of all places. The Ursinoid didn't even speak Mentian, let alone read it. Sure, there were probably some Silnarian texts too, but nevertheless the entry fee seemed like a negligent waste of her war chest. Not that she really had an idea what she wanted to do with said funds. It was enough to live comfortably somewhere. But not enough to fund an uprising against her enemies in Upper Mentia. What a bother.\n\nThe tall Ursinoid stalked about the aisles, deciding now that she had paid, there was little choice but to make it worth her while. Sonja idly glanced over books she couldn't read, before stepping into an open area with reading tables. Some fluffy tails caught her attention.\n\n*Another foreigner?* She wondered to herself. *Maybe they'll know something smart.*\n\nWith that, the Ursinoid slowly made her way to the other side of the table and took a seat in from them them, saying nothing for the moment as she took in the appearance of this oddly fluffy person." }, { "author": "Arlean", "message": "The fox would continue reading into the book, barely paying attention to the much taller bear that just appeared in front of him. \n\nAfter a minute, he would raise his head, nodding and smiling. Hmm. Quite interesting. And much taller than he is... He probably could match her in strength though. \n\n\"Hello.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "The Ursnoid sat there silently for a moment, not saying anything at first. As the other noticed her, she gave him a small nod. His floof had evidently made him appear larger than he really was.\n\n\"...Reading something interesting?\" She wondered, glancing over the title of his book to see whether it was in Silnarian or Mentian. She could only speak the former. That, and Hasapiaan, but she didn't expect to find much of that here." }, { "author": "Arlean", "message": "*The book was indeed Mentian, and he turned around to show her the words, expecting her to be... Mentian literate.* \n\n\"Mythology of ancient Mentian heroes tales. I am reading through all of them here to pass my time. It is quite interesting how they portrayed their ancient heroes.\" \n\n*Besides the book Arlean was reading was a book about local magical traditions - that one seems to have dual Mentian and Silnarian writings on the cover.*" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"I see...\" The Ursinoid nodded slowly. She didn't spend much time trying to read the words she couldn't understand. \"That is certainly one way to pass the time.\" Whether it be on account of not knowing Mentian, or them being the people who crushed her tribe, she wasn't particularly interested in their mythology.\n\n\"What's that one about?\" She motioned to the other book, reading the dual language cover. The Ursinoid knew the answer already, but figured this guy would probably give her more details than the cover would." }, { "author": "Arlean", "message": "*Arlean would take up a bookmark and put it on his book, closing it and then turning it over,*\"That one's a magic encyclopedia - dual translated, volume 8 out of 24, describes several rituals for learning magic - this one cover one specific for combat and manipulation of weapons. I am no good with it, maybe it is of interest to you?\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"Huh... I always have more weapons than I know what to do with... But not a huge magic user myself.\" Sonja remarked, nodding slowly to herself as she reached for the book to investigate. Sure enough, he had told her more than the cover. \"Mind if I take a look?\" But the Ursinoid was already sliding the book across the desk towards her, clearly intent on looking either way." }, { "author": "Arlean", "message": "\"Hey. I mean, I was gonna read that.\" Arlean would stand up and walk over to her side, sitting next to her if Sonja didn't stop him,\"This part is about manipulating the threads of magic, creating barely visible strings with which you can manipulate weapons - or... Cooking tools, apparently.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"So like... Using multiple weapons at once. I see.\" The Ursinoid nodded slowly. Her interest had been piqued! She opened up the book and turned to the chapters he had indicated. \"Suppose we can read it over together.\" Sonja concluded, apparently still intent on ingesting this knowledge regardless of whether Arlean had been about to read it." }, { "author": "Arlean", "message": "Arlean would start reading it - silently. The whole thing talked about how mana can be used to create threads - threads that can be connected to people, and by pre-connecting them to weapons - preferably, blunt and safe one, you could manipulate it like hands. It show it with illustrations of strings wrapped around weapons, and contain detailed instructions on how you should practice and at what level is it considered proficient. \n\nLike a normal weapon practice manual it tells you to start with spear first - followed by sword and bows.." }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "Sonja slowly read over the book too. She wasn't particularly well acquainted with magic textbooks or techniques. The only magic she had learned was some superficial animal speak from a friend of her old tribe. As a result, the learning curve here was steep. It was going to take a lot more than some theoretical readings to get her to the point of leveraging magic like this. But, Sonja understood enough to see how this could be useful. Flinging weapons at the enemy, always having blades at the ready. Or crossbows. Basically, it solved her problem of not being able to decide on which weapon she wanted to use. Kinda.\n\n\"This seems quite useful...\" She mused idly to herself." } ]

[ { "author": "Arlean", "message": "Arlean would lead her out to a nearby training ground, where he would rent the place for the evening for four silver. \n\nIt was around the size of a football field, and Arlean would put down a bunch of targets on the hay bales already conveniently set up in the place. \n\nThen, he asked to rent a few blunt steel and wooden swords, putting it in front of Sonja.\n\n\"Let's start with the wooden sword. Show me how you can project magical energy. Make your hands glow a bit.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "The Ursinoid followed Arlean out to the training grounds that he rented. It was larger than she had imagined! And frankly, she thought it might have been a bit presumptuous to get the target hay bales out this soon. But better to have and not need, than need and not have, right? No pressure. Sonja watched idly as the targets were set up.\n\n\"Project... Magic Energy...\" She frowned for a moment, then nodded. The limited magic training she had had wasn't particularly formal, but the Ursinoid got the gist of what had been asked of her.\n\nThough it took her a few moments of concentration, soon her hands began to glow ever so slightly!" }, { "author": "Arlean", "message": "Arlean watched patiently as Sonja tried to project the magical energy, and then nodded. \n\n\"Good, that is the hardest part, now, imagine a line, extending from you, toward the sword.\" He would hold up a wooden sword in front of her, presenting it as if presenting it to a King - though without the kneeling part. \n\n\"You just need to touch it anywhere for the start.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"R-Right...\" Sonja looked up at the sword. It was taking her a great deal of concentration to keep of the magic. She wasn't all that used to it after all. But the Ursinoid did as instructed, imagining a thread going from her palm to the hilt of the sword. Than she reached out to give it a gentle touch!" }, { "author": "Arlean", "message": "Arlean observed her carefully try to concentrate her energy, and then touch the sword,\"Now, you feel a clash of energy - energy against metal. Now imagine drawing from it... Hmpph..\"\n\n\"Imagine drawing breath, through your mouth, forming a narrow 'O' with your lips. Then, try to do the same with the energy you have, and do that while touching the sword. \n\n\"Keep repeating it while moving your hand away - when you feel connection sever - do it again, and again - until the connection is there.\" Arlean explained in somewhat vague term, repeating the same process himself with magic to demonstrate . \n\n\"....Unfortunately my magic circuit's a little bit too full.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "The Ursinoid nodded slowly and tried to follow the instructions. She felt a bit foolish, but made the O with her lips, and tried to get the energy in her hands to do the same. It severed the first time. And then the second time. And the third time too. Sonja seemed to be getting increasingly agitated with each attempt, but kept trying it anyways. \"Does this... Really work?\"" }, { "author": "Arlean", "message": "\"Indeed it will.\" *Arlean would demonstrate with the same move, successfully lifting the sword - just a tiny, little bit - a magical thread hanging between the sword and his hand. Though it would sever after he lift it more than a palm's length away.* \n\n\"Hmmph, put your hand on my hand, and imagine doing the same thing. Perhaps this will make you feel the connection better.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "\"...\" Sonja frowned at how effortlessly Arlean seemed to accomplish what she was attempting. How?! And so the Ursinoid reluctantly put her hand on Arlean's to see of that helped at all. It felt like that helped her. Soon, she was ready to try it again herself. And so she did. Again. Again. And... Again. Honestly, she was ready to give up, when finally, on what was her 7th attempt, it worked! Well, kinda. She was able to get the sword to twitch and shiver ever so slightly. But levitate? Oh no, not yet." }, { "author": "Arlean", "message": "Arlean nodded at her to reassure her everytime she failed, until she finally did it for the first time. \"This will be a long process. Now, visualize the mana that was flowing in you, you may see shattered threads and veins inside. Try to form them into a way that let you replicfate what you just did - that is called etching a magical circuit in you.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Arlean", "message": "Arlean took a hot minute to recover, nodding as he tried to stop himself from retching up his stomach contents. Eventually, after a minute he smiled and turned back to Sonja. \n\n\"...I'm fine, no need for healing.\" He nodded,\"I suppose it is time to rest and end the practice for today. Would you like to go ou for dinner?\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "Sonja nodded slowly as Arlean suggested the end practice. She supposed that was fine. The Ursinoid has learned enough to at least practice some things on her own. It was good to know that her instructor hadn't been too injured. \"Not hungry. Maybe another time.\"" }, { "author": "Arlean", "message": "Arlean looked visibly sad at the rejection. \"Hmmph, maybe another day then. I will return to the library and my home after. Perhaps I'll see you there tomorrow.\"" }, { "author": "Sonja Karjalainen", "message": "Sonja nodded and gave the Kitsune a wave before heading off to do some more study of these strange magic powers." } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*A few days after the arson quest, Kibaru felt it was about time to challange Terrel to another fight. Confident in his improved skill and experience. Felt like he was on the same level with Terrel.*\n \n*After ingratiating the challenge and setting the place, the two of them head into the woods a little ways off from the Liberation camp to get some privacy*\n\n\"Right...\" *Kibaru started off stretching a bit and loosening his muscles* \"Ready to finally have your win streak broken?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel, not as overly enthused as his Kemono friend was riding his horse out to the meet up spot.*\"Not in particularly, but I'll still plan on heading back to get something to eat after.\"*He says with a light shrug.*\"Hopefully not having to drag you back.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well atleast you brought transport to get you back to camp after I know you off it\" *Kibaru smirked. Taking off his shirt and taking out his Odachi*\n\n\"Any rules?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Don't die.\"*He says with a grin as he began moving a few paces back from the Kemono. He takes out his trident and shield and turns to face him.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Read my mind.\" *Kibaru got into his pose, ready to fight this one*\n\n\"Let's go!\" *Kibaru said before swinging his sword toward terrel, lunching a fireball towards him. Then he shot west and took cover behind a tree*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel sidesteps the fireball, grinning as he gave chase to him, the Silnari appeared past the trees, slicing at the Kemono with a hard hit of his sword before vanishing back into the forest.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru quickly got back up, before charging at Terrel with a thunderous strike, and running through him with a powerfull attack that would move him and possible knock him down*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He holds on to the reigns tightly, quickly rushing back towards Kibaru and swinging at him with a strong his of hide sword to knock him back only to proceed to charge him again with another powerful attack.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru immediately acted. Letting down a powerful strike down towards Terrel, followed by a lightning shock*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Silnari swaps to his Greatsword, striking at him one final time. Snapping the reigns of his horse he sprints back across the forest, coming to a stop just at the end of the path as he turned to face Kibaru.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*In a last ditch Effort, Kibaru rushed towards terel Letting out another Thunder bolt before face planting into the ground. Succumbing to his injury*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf desperately blocks the attack by raising his sword to it, feeling the brief shockwave going through it before slowly shaking it off and looking towards his fallen comrade. He makes his way back over to him and dismounts.*\"Alright, let's head back to camp.\"*He says, holding down a hand to help him up.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru woke up, shaking his head as he looked at Terrel... Not even that much damage* \"Yeah... I'll return in a bit. You go ahead of me, man\" *Kibaru said, repositioning himself to sit against a tree, wincing slightly as he began treating his wounds*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You sure you're going to be alright out here?\"*He questions.*\"Wouldn't want a wolf or something coming by and picking you off.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'll be fine\" *He said bluntly. Shooing Terrel away with his hands*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He stared at him for a while behind the blank stare of the bunny mask he was wearing and then eventually decided to turn away and Mount back up on his horse before slowly trotting off.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Finally left alone, Kibaru would hit the ground, before he gave a long sigh. Staring up into the sky. Frustration becoming quite clear now that he was left alone*\n\n*Would be a while before he returned*" } ]

[ { "author": "Hara", "message": "*Hara would be sat in a small tavern in Upper Mentia. It was a small town, it'd been hit with a few beastkin raids as of late but hadn't yet fallen to the incoming army. It was sat inbetween the beastkin stronghold of Aberardtir and the still Imperially held Lyndunn. The tavern was quiet, with Hara being sat near the back, drinking some water. She was a 5ft tall purple haired Okamimi, with a collection of large weapons nearby. She wore some interesting armour and a red leotard underneath. She was all on her own, her eyes trained on the door.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Hara's eyes would catch a unique figure for sure. A man dressed in a snow-white cloak and silvery hair contrasting with his tan skin, and golden eyes that seemed to pierce any guard. A fine arbalest was strapped to his back, along with some bolts and arrows.*\n\n*Seemingly bored, Livio did a quick scan of the room, but he soon focused his gaze on the uniquely dressed kemonomimi. Armor, a leotard, and weapons? And a kemono as well? This wasn't Runra; surely she was here for a reason. He looked over to her, then walked over and pulled a chair out opposite to her.*\n\n\"Mind if I take a seat?\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "\"You were going to anyway.\" *She said, taking a sip of fresh well water. She tucked her chair in more under the table and leaned forward, propping her elbows up on the table and looking to him. She politely bowed her head with a fairly neutral facial expression.* \"I'm Hara, and you?\" *She asked, twirling some of her hair around a finger.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Oh, of course! I need something to do while I'm here. I'm Livio.\"\n\n*Livio leaned back, his facial expression seemingly interested in Hara. Though as for what was a mystery.*" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "*She rested a head on her hand, her eyes flicking over him lazily, trying to size him up.*\n\"Are you a soldier- No. Mercenary?\" *She asked, noticing the big arbalest.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"You'd be right. I assume you are as well?\"\n\n*Livio gestures to the assortment of weapons nearby.*\n\n\"Anything you got planned as of late?\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "\"A merc who never gets any contracts.\" *She said with a grimace.* \"I left home a year ago and haven't found anything worth my time. Just work a peasant could do.\" *She huffed.* \"And you?\" *She asked, continuing to sip her water.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Hm? Well, in that case, why don't you join me? A group and I are going to be defending Lynndunn from Kadrush. The more people on board, the better. The city is basically pleading for help too. I'm sure they'd take you.\"\n\n*Livio tilted his head slightly with a smile. Perhaps he could get Hara on board too.*" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "*She pursed her lips, thinking about it. That could work.. Her first job.* \"They're hiring mercenaries? *Hmm..* I'll join you.\" *She said, finishing her cup of water. She set it down and reached a hand across the table for a handshake.* \"You people shake on it, mhm?\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Perfect. I'll notify the others soon that you'll be joining us.\"\n\n*Livio obliged, grasping Hara's hand with his own. She would notice the strength in his grip, rough and calloused as well.*\n\n\"You're a melee user, I presume?\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "*She blinked a little. It seems like she didn't understand the question, likely a mistranslation.*\n\"Melee.. User?\" *She scratched around one of her fluffy ears.*\n\"Do you mean I.. Go in to melee?\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"...Yeah. From what I see, you don't have any ranged weapons on you.\"\n\n*Plus her big chest would make it hard to use some ranged weapons. Livio saw Hara scratching one of her fluffy ears, and decided that he wanted to pet them too.*\n\n\"Think you're up for it? It'll be tough.\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "*She shook her head, pulling out a bow that was beneath the table and setting it on the table.* \"I haven't had much practice, but I can.\" *She gave a nod.*\n\"I'm confident I can do it.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Oh? Sounds good then.\"\n\n*So how was she able to shoot that with her... Size? Oh well. He didn't sense any false confidence.*\n\n\"So, where are you staying for the night? In here, or do you plan to stay somewhere else?\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "\"We can make it to the city before tonight if we move now. If we're going there we should just go and find an inn there.\" *She moved to stand up, collecting up all her equipment and slinging it over her back.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"The city eh? Guess we'll go. I can introduce you to the rest then.\"\n\n*Livio stood up, slinging his arbalest over his back. As Hara was collecting her stuff, he'd reach over and give her a headpat, scratching her ears.*\n\n\"Just follow my lead when we get there.\"" }, { "author": "Hara", "message": "*As he pet her head she paused there for a moment, stopping what she was doing to allow him to pat her head. She didn't move, not until he stopped, then just carried on picking up her things before standing upright and turning to face him.*\n\"Let's go.\" *She offered a small smile and nodded before heading out.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*A knock at Sirdan's room. It was light and tenative, like the person knocking was scared.*\n\n\"Sirdan? Are you there?\"\n\n*Cuo stood at Sirdan's door. Truth be told, she hadn't paid much attention and was just going along with Sirdan (or technically Garuda). But the mission had ended in failure; apparently they had wanted the Siuians to invade that gate in order to spread the damage. Unknowingly, Garuda and the others had gotten too trigger happy, and had lashed out too early.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan would be mulling over the consequences of his actions, and was not happy about what happened. Likely, he'd be briefed by Florian and received the bad news and probably apologized already.* \n\n\"Yes. I'm here.\" *Sirdan sounded a bit dejected, though his tone picked up a bit at the end of the sentence.* \n\n*He walked over to the door and opened it. He was dressed in his simple set of underwears, and there's a large imprint on the bed. A hastily closed book was next to him. It reads Siuian Tactical Manual.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"I just wanted to check on yoOOOH WHY ARE YOU UNDRESSED-!\"\n\n*Cuo covers her eyes before realizing that Sirdan still had his underwear on, fortunately.*\n\n\"Oh, uh, sorry about that.\"\n\n*She entered the room, and gave a look around. In it was a Siuian Tactical Manual?*\n\n\"It's about the mission, right?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Huh?\" *Sirdan was dressed up like a dad at home that stopped giving a shit. That is, a single linen shirt and boxers.* \n\n\"Well I'm in my room what did you expect? It gets hot here.\"\n\n*Sirdan nodded,*\"It is. I'm not feeling well, and I'm re-reading my tactical manuals in hope of gaining inspiration... To be honest, I'm just trying to feel like I'm doing something. And you?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"S-so much skin-\"\n\n*Compared to Sirdan, Cuo was completely covered, neck down. Only her head and hands were exposed. It was cold in Runra.*\n\n\"Yeah, it is kinda hot-\"\n\n*She didn't want to take off her clothes though. Regardless of that one time they had together, Cuo still wasn't entirely comfortable not covering her entire body.*\n\n\"Yeah. Garuda's handling the tactical part. I'm just trying to figure out what to work on next. Garuda's proposed some ideas, but I don't know what to do yet.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"What? First time seeing it?\" *He laughed and teased Cuo, before walking over to his clothes and putting them on in front of her.* \n\n*Then, he set the manual asides.* \n\n\"Well, I assume you're not here to talk about tactics are you? I am honestly not in much of a tactics mood either. I'm waiting for Florian to come up with a plan of some sort, and I'll execute it faithfully. My men have taken losses, and I am not feeling confident in my ability to command at the moment.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"I was embarrassed ok!\"\n\n*Cuo finally uncovers her face once Sirdan puts on some clothes, and she used a mage hand to fan herself off.*\n\n\"I never learned how to command anyone. That's why I just went along. I don't think even *Garuda* Knows how to use tactics. She just wants to go fight.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Well. Not many men have taken the opportunities to learn and study tactics. I'm a far better individual fighter than I'm a commander. Myhan is a veteran.\" \n\n*Then Sirdan pulled a chair out and set it next to one of the table.*\n\n\"So. What're you here for?\" *He asked again.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Oh, uh, I just wanted to see how you were doing.\"\n\n*Her nervous answer was previously interrupted by Sirdan's lack of clothing, but it really wasn't much better. Cuo was not the best at communicating.*\n\n\"I just remember experiencing something similar back home, and how it felt. During those times, I would have liked it if someone checked on me. So I thought maybe you wanted it to?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"I am doing fine. There is no food to indulge in here unfortunately. At least there's plenty to eat.\" \n\n*He leaned back and thought on what he said*\n\n\"That's sweet of you. Well. We should do something to take our mind off what just happened.\" \n\n*Sirdan stood up and walked over to his drawer.*\n\n\"Let's talk while playing cards\". He would return with a set of playing cards" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"I'm not in the mood for it sweets anyway.\"\n\n*Cuo sat cross legged on the floor, Garuda soon popping out and flying onto Sirdan's shoulder.*\n\n\"How do you play cards? I've seen some people play games back in Runra, but I don't know what cards are.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Mm... Well. With a standard set of cards you can play a dozen different games. With only two person it is a bit hard to play a good game... I only know of [Not Cribbage], where we try to be the first to stack to 60 points...\" \n\nHe would lay out a standard set of playing cards. A predecessor of poker. Then his eyes landed on Garuda. \n\n\"Get Loki out. I'll explain the rules. Four person play. I'll be the dealer.\" \n\nSirdan would explain the rules of a trump game called Triomphe. Which I've never played and nor do I know." } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Points?\"\n\n*Garuda flew over to one side in between Sirdan and Cuo, and Loki popped out to take the other, forming a square between the two. They would all listen to the rules, Garuda clarifying for Cuo while Loki lazily listened along. Mage hands would be used to hold the cards for the two summons.*\n\n*Cuo nodded, then looked at her cards intensely.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmmmph. Yes, your hands is determind by how good your cards are... Hang on, give me a moment.\" Sirdan would take out a booklet describing the rules of NotTexasHoldEmPoker.\n\nAnd then he started dealing out the cards to everyone. \n\n\"The mage hands will make this awkward. But let's play.\" Sirdan then placed down the three community cards - acting as a dealer himself. We'll pretend he wasn't attempting to play another game, of course. \n\nThen he dealt the card to the three and tried to watch the summons and Cuo... Bluff eachother. \n\n\"So, can you ever manifest a separate body for Loki and Garuda? I've always wondered how awkward it is to share the same body. What does it...*Feel like* When Garuda is taking over your body?\" Sirdan was thinking about what happened that night in Kadho. After the post-act clarity washed over him, he can't help but feel a bit bad for Cuo. \n\nIt did feel good to get a two in one package though. He wondered about Loki, too. He's the dealer after all, which leaves him too much time to think about useless things." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*It was incredibly difficult to bluff when minds and thoughts could be shared. Cuo was actively attempting to try and block the two from invading her mind (unsuccessfully). Meanwhile Garuda was strategizing, and Loki's mind was completely blank.*\n\n*The best I can do is these forms. I'm not strong enough to summon a combat ready form for Garuda, much less Loki. Chroma exists now too. As for Garuda... It feels like I'm asleep while she handles stuff. But, there are times I'm completely awake, and I can feel everything.\"\n\n*Cuo was beginning to turn visibly red, though not out of embarrassment. Simply put, she was used to cold Runran weather. Leaving her cards for the moment, face up and allowing everyone to see them, the mage removed her thick outer jacket to reveal a simple black tank top underneath.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan would think for a moment as the three seems to be engaging in some kind of mind games. Although Loki looked kinda silly.* \n\n*He poked the fox teasingly and then dealt out another set of card. Likely a few rounds have gone by with Cuo losing, but Sirdan kept playing anyhow.* \n\n\"Combat ready forms... It is extremely difficult to manifest more than one using your own power. But humanoid forms should not be too difficult from what I've heard. It would be nice to have Garuda and Loki in a separate humanoid form. I'm sure they'll enjoy it too.\" \n\n*Well, so would Sirdan. He blinked as Cuo left her cards face up to take off her jacket,*\"You're wearing way too much for South Mentia - are you a northerner?\" *Even then, a Northerner should know better,*\"And when you put down your cards, leave it face down. Here. Let's go for another round.\" \n\n*Sirdan would prepare a new round of cards as the dealer, content to not play for now since no one else knew the rules well.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Loki would sniff Sirdan's hand as he was poked. Turns out, despite Cuo being evidently worse, Loki seemed to be struggling with card luck. Either that or he wasn't trying at all.*\n\n\"A human non-summon form?\"\n\n*Cuo looked to Garuda, then to Loki, who was scratching himself using his hind foot.*\n\n\"I think... Maybe? Maybe Chroma too.\"\n\n\"I'm from Runra. Of course I'm a Northerner.\"\n\n*Cuo only knew that Runra was north of everything else on this continent.*\n\n\"Oh, uh, whoops!\"\n\n*Cuo takes her cards back and shuffles them, wrongfully thinking that that would change her hand.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan patted Loki's ears and then bopped his nose.*\n\n\"A human non summon form indeed. I mean. Garuda used to be a harpy. Loki.. Probably was something else right? Wouldn't they like to be something else? I know Garuda does occasionally.\" \n\n\"Or maybe it is better to be a fox.\" *Sirdan said as Garuda won the round and he dealt a new set of cards*\n\n\"Runra is a massive country, if even one country. Hu Lang told me that people have twelve different way of eating. And she only taught me one. Up north, rice don't grow and the people are stout and strong. That is what they says anyway.\"\n\nSirdan paid no mind to her cards shuffling, not understanding she is being extra dumb" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "G-\"Well, sort of. But I do enjoy a more humanoid form, as you saw before.\"\n\nL-\"A simple Kitsune.\"\n\n*Loki accepted the pats and licked his nose after the boop.*\n\n*Cuo looked down at her own body. Neither stout nor strong, but she was noticeably more pale than average. Definitely Northern Runran. She shrugged upon being asked about the kind of food.*\n\n\"All I ate was some kind of watery grain thing. The other kids always stole the good stuff, so I never got it. Though, there were some times I found these massive spiders in the woods. Huge! Like the size of my face, and covered with hair. I used to roast them.\"\n\n*Cuo mentioned the spiders as if it were completely normal, and went back to looking at her cards.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan responded to each person.* \nG - \"Well, so do I.\" \nL - \"Well, I do like kitsune. But judging by your name, you're a male kitsune, right?\" \n\n*Not like Runran cannot change. Sirdan banished the thoughts. But it has already leaked out of his mouth.* \n\n*Cuo was indeed light-skinned, but Sirdan have seen light skinned southerners... Hu Lang is probably one, right?* \n\n\"Barley or Millet gruel. You weren't treated well when you are young. Well, back in the steppe all I had was milk and roast meat - even though my parents served the Siuian and we had much better food.\" *He chuckled,*\"I used to like Siuian food a lot, but everything that happened recently means I won't be eating them soon. Some Hombaxian food are close enough, though. Same in its richness...\" \n\n\"Spider? I know that they eat them in Arzida too, but they are a niche food even for Runran, especially the southerners who allegedly eats everything with four legs. Would you believe it?\" \n\n\"If we make it out of this city alive I'll take you on many trips to get good food.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "L-\"Maybe.\"\n\n*Garuda the Raven let out a sigh.*\n\nG-\"Loki can't quite remember, so he uses male as a default. He'd constantly switch when he was my spirit.\"\n\n\"Ooh. Well, we did eat simple. And whatever treats I did get were stolen. Milk and roast meat sounds good though! I'd take that over barley or millet gruel any day! Though maybe I'd keep the spiders... Everything with four legs? Like lizards? I've had those before too. They're a bit small though for how hard they are to catch.\"\n\n*Cuo seemed to perk up at the mention of food.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmph. Change that to female and we can consider marriage.\" \n\n*Sirdan chuckled and then listened to Cuo talk about food.* \n\n\"Well. Our roast meat was simply flavored with only salt. Sometimes onion and garlic when it was lucky. It is good meat, but when that's all you have, it gets boring - especially when you come to other countries and get used to much more flavorful food.\" \n\n*He thought for a bit,*\"The city's under siege, but the food supply's good. I can cook you some decent food and then we can spend sometimes together afterward. How does that sounds?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "L-\"If I changed halfway, would that make you gay?\"\n\n*Loki let out a chuckle before scratching his ears. Both Cuo and Garuda shook their heads.*\n\n\"I'd have killed for that back then. Though, I guess I have... But the good part is now everything taste's good!\"\n\n*Cuo nodded, excited at the prospect of good food.*\n\n\"Yes please!\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Probably. But into both way, I suppose.\" \n\n*He would pat Loki's ears again. Gender didn't matter when they're a fluffy fox. It is very pattable.* \n\nHe concluded the card game and then set his cards asides.\n\n\"Nothing like good food to take your mind off something bad. Here.\" *He would walk over to some bags he set aside, and take out an assortment of labeled jars - which seems to contain different spices,*\"Secret stash.\" \n\n*Then he went downstairs in the inn, taking out a mortar and pestles and started grinding down various spice to prepare a fresh curry mix. He also got some lamb from the innkeeper.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Loki enjoyed the pats once again, with Cuo joining in as well.*\n\n\"What's this?\"\n\n*Cuo leaned over to smell the spices, before rushing into the other room to let out a small sneeze. She poked her head back through the door as she looked at Sirdan cooking.*\n\n\"What are you making?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Curry. A mixture of spice that is mixed with fat and usually meat or some kind of meat substitutes, cooked together for a complex flavor in liquid.\"\n\n\"We'll use yoghurt because that is commonly available.\" *He finished grinding and mixing the spices, and then toasted them in the hot pan with oil. His other hands were occupied with two knives, rapidly cutting the lamb apart into cubes*\n\n*After that, he seared the lamb on the pot. Then, he grabbed a single-handed wand, and then used it to create a fire mid-air. He observed it carefully and the fire become cooler and cooler and cooler. Concentrating on the fire, he moved it on top of the lamb, searing it from the other side carefully until a nice, brown carmelization was made. It certainly speed up the process of the browning*\n\n*Then he would put in the yoghurt, and threw in a gratuitious amount of diced potatoes. He let the curry stew. The fragrance of the mixture permeates the entire inn* \n\n\"Now we wait for an hour.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Ooh, curry.\"\n\n*Cuo would attempt to peek over Sirdan's shoulder as he cooked, but was too short to do so, so would instead look around the sides, noting the ingredients being used. She especially took note of the wand, and the fire magic being used in order to sear the lamb. Maybe she could pull that off. More likely than not though she would end up burning it.*\n\n\"Wait, an HOUR??!!\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Indeed, curry.\" \n\n*Sirdan would sit down on a chair as he watched the curry being cooked in a stew, blinking at how Cuo is surprised.* \n\n\"A lot of curry cannot be made in a short time - some meat, like the lamb here, is best stewed for a longer time for everything insides to become soft. The same goes for many cuts of beef. Did you not know?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo looked distraught as she looked at the curry being cooked.*\n\n\"But I want curry noooowwww...\"\n\n*The mage shook her head. Despite liking food a lot, she had absolutely no clue how to make it.*\n\n\"Does cooking it longer make it soft? Why not just turn the fire up and cook it for a shorter period of time?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Some food takes longer. Tougher cut of meat must be cooked for longer in order to make it taste good. For more... Softer piece of meat, you can just cook 4 to 12 minutes, depending on what ti is, sometime even shorter to make it not tough. For very tough one, you want to cook above thirty minutes or even hours. Anywhere in between you get something inedible. Here.\" \n\n*Sirdan used telekinesis to pick up a single piece of lamb meat, and then set it aside. He used fire to gradually heat and roast it. And then pointed at Cuo, blowing some air on it to cool it down a bit.*\n\n\"Try it out.\" \n\n*Lamb was a cut of meat that was much less tough than other meat - but it would still be a bit chewy without being stewed for so long.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"...Guh?\"\n\n*Clearly, Cuo didn't get it. She telekinetically lifted the piece of meat and put it in her mouth, enjoying the flavor. She then began to chew. And chew. And chew.*\n\n\"Isshochewy!\"\n\n*Eventually, she gives up working on it completely, and just swallows the piece of meat.*\n\n\"Huh, so you just cook it for longer and it becomes soft?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Yep! The exact time depends on how tough it is. For lamb, just thirty to sixty minutes could do. Or you can cut it super super thin and stir fry it. It is one Runran way of dealing with the issue!\" \n\n*He then prepared the side dish. Since rice weren't commonly available in this part of Mentia, he had to settle for another type of accompaniment. Sirdan prepared some flatbreads and fried them as the curry neared completion.* \n\n*Soon the full meal would be ready and he would serve the curry to himself and Cuo with extra flatbread.* \n\n\"Loki and Garuda hungry? They can have some too.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Oh, or soup! I've seen that a lot! Never had it though.\"\n\n*Garuda and Loki were messing around, Garuda chasing Loki's tail and Loki also chasing his tail, the two basically acting like the animal forms they had. Meanwhile Cuo was acting like a young kid. All three rushed to the table for food.*\n\n\"Woah! Huh, the bread's flat.\"\n\n*Cuo picked up a piece of flatbread, dipping it into the curry.*\n\n\"Is this how you're supposed to do it?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Mmm. I don't know much about Runran soups myself. Braising meat or stewing them is a way to also deal with them being tough.\" \n\n*Sirdan would glance over at the two chasing eachother, putting his arms on his waist as if he was a disappointed father.* \n\n\"Alright you two, quiet down and come back here.\" *He chuckled.* \n\n*Then he watched Cuo dip the flatbread into the curry, nodding with approval.* \n\n\"Correct, you can also do it like this.\" *He placed one on his plate, and then scooped up the curry, putting it in the middle before taking a bite.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"The other kids used to make a communal soup, and they would throw sliced meats and veggies in them. They would eat together, with rice.\"\n\n*Garuda looked at Sirdan with a judging look.*\n\nG-\"You know I'm older than you, right?\"\n\n*Meanwhile Loki was as mischievous as ever.*\n\n*Cuo looked to Sirdan spooning the curry onto the flatbread, nodding. She took a bite of the curry-dipped flatbread, exclaiming out.*\n\n\"Wow, this is one of the best meals I've ever tasted!\"\n\n*She quickly went to work, consuming the curry and flatbread rapidly, though was sure not to make a mess. Her eating was further accelerated by her telekinesis.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"It probably wasn't delicious, but it was definitely filling. We can have more humble meals once in a while, to keep ourselves grounded.\" \n\nSirdan glanced at Garuda. \n\n\"And? I can be your father if you wanted me to.\" \n\nSirdan then started eating the curry, observing Cuo happily as she enjoyed his food. \n\n\"Don't worry - there's plenty for all of us and leftover, don't eat this too quickly. You haven't had a lot of good food, have you?\" \n\n\"When we have some time, I'll take you out to more restaurants in Kadho.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"It smelled good.\"\n\n*Garuda looked to Sirdan, tilting her head.*\n\nG-\"Well, I suppose I *Can* Call you *Da-\"\n\n*An invisible hand proceeded to clamp Garuda's beak shut.*\n\n\"Sorry! Just a habit of mine. It's not often I have access to good food, you know?\"\n\n*Cuo practically inhaled a mouthful of curry before answering.*\n\n\"Whenever they served good food, it was always stolen from me. That's why I eat fast...\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan nodded. \n\n\"Mm. You know, you have a long life ahead of you, especially if you get plenty of money from adventuring and refrain from living a dangerous lifestyle like I do. Plenty of time to enjoy good food.\" \n\n*He chuckled at Garuda being shut up by Cuo or Loki.* \n\n\"Sure, you can do that.\" \n\n\"Well, you can take your time with savoring those food.\" \n\n*Then Sirdan will finish his part of the meal, drinking some ale to quench his thirst.* \n\n\"You know, you have plenty of talent for a mage, even if part of your power is borrowed. Which magic is coming from you, and which one from your summon? Perhaps I can teach you about Arcana magic.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo tried to slow down eating, making sure to chew and enjoy the flavor of everything. The aroma of the curry, the buttery flatbread, the savory chunks of meat; it was all so delicious.*\n\n\"You're the only person I've heard to say I have talent. Before Garuda, I had 2 forms of magic I could do.\"\n\n*A piece of flatbread would float in the air.*\n\n\"That's one.\"\n\n*Cuo then raised her hand, sheathing it in flames.*\n\n\"This is the other. I won't demonstrate the other spells, I don't want to burn the place down. I can't use the non-combat version. And my combat version was incredibly weak. It barely tickled, since I don't know anything about Arcana. Garuda allowed me to unlock the death magic, along with mana stealing, and the ability to use my soul for Fire magic instead!\"\n\n*An invisible hand would pet the crow, who closed her eyes and accepted the pats.*\n\n\"Garuda has... Everything else. Martial capability, physical ability, Artifice, Air, Geo. So without her, I would be able to do two things; move objects with my mind and tickle people with flames.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Most people out there have done zero, Cuo. And you're much, much younger than I am.\" \n\n\"I've fought for over ten years and have a more... Privileged upbringing. Good parents who taught me magic and sent me off to school. You seems to have been neglected. And yet you know two schools of magic at a young age. Garuda's much more experienced and powerful than you, she's also taken many more years to build those skills up.\" \n\n\"If you judge by that standard, you're a good mage. Perhaps one day you can assimiliate those powers as entirely your own and turn your relationship into a more... Equal partnership.\" \n\nSirdan wasn't sure if it was a good idea to say that in front of Garuda. He would pat her too.\n\n\"Perhaps you can consider learning some of the magic from Garuda so that you can cast it on your own - or learn some more from me so you can roast people with flame... Actually, no, scratch that thoughts. Let's start with roasting food with your flame.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"...I've trained for 6. Started at 12, all the way to 18. I only learned how to conjure magic in my last 2 years. I had teachers too. Though, to say I've been neglected isn't inaccurate.\"\n\n*A hint of bitterness was in the sigh that Cuo let out, though that didn't stop her from continuing to eat. Was this her second serving already?*\n\n\"Back in Runra, I lived at what's essentially a spellblade school. Starting from 12, we're trained in both physical and magical aspects. As you can see, I failed in the physical department.\"\n\n*Cuo flexed her nonexistent biceps, nodding at Sirdan's suggestion.*\n\n\"Well, I can do it now. It's like Garuda opened a gate for me. Though, learning how to properly cook with it would be nice.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Maybe your teachers sucked. Everyone have a different way of learning. Perhaps the one you were taught in didn't work out.\" \n\nSirdan nodded and listened to her,\"So, not dissimilar to my education?\" *He looked at Cuo flexing, chuckling.* \n\n\"I can bring you along on my workout. I'm not the strongest person out there - just passable, really, but I am sure you can become stronger, especially with magical help. If we get a Theurgist with the proper training, I am sure we can accelerate the process a lot.\" \n\n\"How about this - everytime I decide to cook lunch and dinner you can come along and watch how I use magic or non-magic to help. I might get Myhan along when time permits, of course. He knows how to use spells to enhance food *Magically*, and that helps a lot.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Most of them did. Except my fire teacher. Sensei Hino is the only reason I was able to cast fire at all. She helped me every bit of the way.\"\n\n*Her head tilted at Sirdan's comment. Was he raised in a similar way?*\n\n\"I want to be able to do stuff like Garuda! I remember she jumped off the building and wasn't hurt at all!\"\n\nG-\"My physical build is a little different from yours. I was an unarmed fighter who used magic, so I'm especially agile for a mage.\"\n\nC-\"YOU CAN MAGICALLY ENHANCE FOOD??!!\"\n\n*Cuo sat up immediately at the mention.*\n\n\"I WANT TO DO THAT!\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Well, if you think they sucked, they probably did. I hope I can be a better one... Although you might be more inclined to channel or borrow powers of the divine to some extent.\" \n\n*Sirdan nodded,*\"Well, judging by what Garuda looked like when I saw her full form, manifested in your body, I'd say that's true.\" \n\n\"Yes. I've heard by devoting yourself to the right domain you can indeed, be extremely good at enhancing and cooking food.\" Sirdan can't recall if Hu Lang used those magic...\n\nMan, maybe he should rebound? Sirdan thought to himself.\n\nThen he glanced at Cuo for a moment, and thought of Garuda. These two are closer to him right now. \n\n\"Anyway.\" Sirdan stood up and helped cleaning up the dishes, using telekinesis to help, and then rolled his shoulders. \n\n\"It is getting late, want to play for a bit? I'm going to sleep soon.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Ooh. Well, I wonder who's power I'm channeling. Garuda said that the Fire came from Loki, but she doesn't know where the death magic comes from.\"\n\nG-\"No, I'm not a God. Loki was my spirit. He's not a god either. Just some fox who likes to sleep and play around. God, having three legs would suck.\"\n\n*She shot him an unamused look, which for a crow was quite impressive.*\n\nG-\"Magic practice. Cuo here is lazy, which is part of the reason she struggled. Practicing over and over should help her develop her own power.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"When you're a mythological being having three legs is probably not that much of an inconvenience. At least I hope so.\"\n\n*Sirdan looked at the lack of luminance outside.*\n\n\"It is after dinner and dark outside. Not sure if anyone would appreciate magic practice at this hour. But you know what. We can go get some at an empty yard nearby.\" \n\nSirdan said and then led the group away to a night training yard. It was indeed, quite dark, and in middle of Cynebruh. Sirdan would use his fire magic to create some floating lights. \n\n\"Practice for an hour or so. Don't make any loud noises.\" Sirdan said, fully knowing loud noises will be had and pre modern city weren't the best exemplar of good noise control." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo took a deep breath once outside. Loki shut up for once, and Garuda spectated from the sides.*\n\nG-\"Pyro, Blast.\"\n\n*Cuo inhaled, extending her hand. She focused the energy into her hand as she gripped her arm to stabilize it. With a hard exhale, she released a burst of flames from her hand.*\n\nG-\"Good. Leech.\"\n\n*This time, the open hand manifested dark energy, turning Cuo's hand into one of a demon. She thrusted her hand out and closed; an unfortunate rat seemed to be in the way, and was now shrivled and dead. Loki sniffed it, then backed away. Garuda would turn to Sirdan, flying over.*\n\nL-\"That smells bad.\"\n\nG-\"Practicing spells like this is how I did it. It's good to be able to cast spells in succession.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan would watches Cuo practise, using Geokinesis to create a wall as a backstop for her spells.* \n\n*Then he watched them leech the rat, and Sirdan would conjure a fire blast, concentrated to burn up the rat's remains and remove the smell.* \n\n\"Yeah, no one go smell and sniff necrotic tissues - usually.\" \n\n\"Now, is there any Arcana magic that Cuo want to learn next? I can help guiding her... I know about Geomancy, Cold, LIghtning... Other than Fire, I can also teach combat Aeromancy too!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"....I mean, what if you're just curious? You know, just to see what it's like?\"\n\n*Cuo was all too familiar with the smell of death. She had sniffed many a necrotic rat. And cut them open too.*\n\n\"Aeromancy? Garuda, you know Aeromancy, right?\"\n\nG-\"Yes. By simply me knowing it, my technique should be engraved onto you. However, I doubt you will have the same proficiency as I did. You do not use the same pathways to channel Aeromancy. Give it a shot.\"\n\n*Cuo focused her energy, and a gust of wind was the result. It was... Pathetically weak.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"I'd rather not sniff anything dead, except for meat I'm about to serve. It brings a bad smell to my nose.\" \n\nHe looked at Cuo, nodding as she let out a pathetic gust of wind. \n\n\"Fanning would be a good technique to practice since it is not destructive. Cuo, fan me with your gust of wind till it is powerful enough to throw me off balance.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"...Eh?\"\n\n*Initially glad, a blank look took over Cuo's face as she realized just how weak it was. It was like her old fire spells; weak and ineffective.*\n\n\"Fanning? Ok, let me try that.\"\n\n*Cuo turned to Sirdan, spreading her arms out wide as if she were recieving a hug. She then rapidly swung them inward, and the aero magic was channeled through her arms, generating a pressure differential and sending said pressure wave towards Sirdan.*\n\n*The result was as if Garuda was flapping her wings in his face, mildly disturbing his hair.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Mhm. Let's see how you do.\" \n\n*Sirdan stood there, stout as a statue, watching Cuo intensely as the air blew over his face. He tried to keep a straight face. And he did for two minutes. Then, he flipped his hair and stylishly posed.* \n\n\"Well, it will take much more repetition. Shall we conclude today's training?\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo lost her composure at Sirdan's hair flip, letting out a laugh as she rested her hands on her knees.*\n\nG-\"That's enough for today. We'll work on it later.\"\n\n*The mage attempted to stand and wave her arms again, then set them back down.*\n\n\"I guess it is late, huh?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan would head back to the inn after spending some more time practicing with Cuo and Garuda. \n\n\"Well, it is time to get well-rested for the next fight. It is hard enough to sleep with all the sounds of cannons.\" Sirdan said, and then brought out some earplugs made out of cotton. \n\n\"Here, this should be good for you to sleep better tonight.\" \n\n\"Oh, want to spend some time together again?\" *Sirdan asked casually.*" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "*Cuo closed her book, and seemed to walk up to him comfortably, placing a hand on his chest.*\n\n\"Oh, I would *Love* To.\"\n\n*The voice would reveal that it was just Garuda possessing Cuo's body, who soon took it back.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo turned red again as Garuda brought her so close. She didn't seem to be as flustered though, and in fact seemed happy.*\n\n\"Y-yes, that would be nice...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"I'm building a manor house instead. Not sure about a castle... Maybe a fortified village with low wall. Old fashioned castles are not going to last long in this age.\" \n\n*Sirdan didn't hear the question about vineyard.* \n\n\"Good, I need to stay alive to do a lot of things. I'm sure you'll be very helpful indeed.\" *Sirdan gave another headpat.* \n\n\"I'm getting a bit tired, and I need to be well rested to win the siege. When the siege is over, we can go have some good food and do what we like till our next job. After... Mm. Let's not say anything like that. Tends to get people killed.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"But a castle would be cool! And uh, what's a vineyard? Garuda just said it's a garden with vines.\"\n\n*Cuo snuggled in a little more at the headpat, then nodded. Good sleep was one more thing she was grateful for; sometimes a little too much at times.*\n\n\"Sleep time?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"A castle would be cool indeed... Maybe if I have enough money I'll build a new style fortress to resist cannonfire. They sucks to live in though.\" Sirdan remarked. \n\n\"Vineyard is where grapes are grown, grapes grown on vines that coil up. And some part of my estates may have potential to grow very good vines - it will take a few years before they become a good vintage however... I can accelerate that by hiring a proper mage to set it up.\" \n\n*Sirdan nodded,*\"Sleep time.\" *Then he cuddled her closely, falling asleep shortly after, comforted by Cuo's warm hug.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*Some time after Cyneburh was liberated, the north of Mentia was united and all eyes were looking towards the Siuians, soldiers and mercenaries would flood the south coming from the north. Among them was Sivne, the 7'8ft tall Brayer. After crossing the border she'd head to Cyneburh where Sol and the others likely still were. She'd head inside and sit herself down in a corner, ordering a beer.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "It was certainly a mystery as to whether the priestess had participated in the recent foray out of Cyneburh.\n\nWell, aside from the fact that she'd overslept and missed the timing, but no one needed to know that.\n\nShe hadn't yet reunited with the rest of the party as of their return to the city (most definitely not an act of avoidance, surely) and instead, the priestess found herself exploring the city's taverns of late. Pushing through the doors in plain, unremarkable attire, keeping an eye out for 4 specific individuals.\n\nAh, but who was this, having a drink alone?\n\nAfter some contemplation she waved at and started approaching the Brayer." }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*Sivne noticed Sol immidiately as she entered the tavern, taking a sip of her beer. She set her drink down and leaned back in her chair as the lady approached.*\n\n\"Mmh.. I know you, don't I? Tavern in Salvania..\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Indeed, it has been a while, Lady Sivne.\"\n\nSol comes to an unhurried stop by the nearest vacant chair, first procuring the attention of the bartender before settling down with a large grin, regarding the Brayer with much interest.\n\n\"I heard you made quite the killing in Upper Mentia.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She raised a brow, seems like she had a fan. She picked up her mug of beer and took a long swig of it before setting it back down.*\n\n\"Mmh.. There was plenty of money to be made. I hear down south they pay well too.\" *She shrugged a little, unsure if she was making a joke about Galschen.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"They do pay honest wages here, I suppose.\"\n\nAccepting a mug from the bartender, Sol sipped from it briefly.\n\n\"Can't say it's been that exciting as of late though, with the frontlines being so close. The occasional high-priority target is nice and all, but... Ah, well. There's always next time.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmmmhm. Wouldn't call it honest.\" *She let out a quiet grunt, sipping her beer more.*\n\n\"War seems to be coming to a climax soon, only one emperor left and he's about to come fight the Siuians. Mmh.. Should be a good fight either way. I'm just here for the pay.\"\n\n*She drummed her fingertips on the table.* \"I haven't been keeping up.. What's the word down here?\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "Sol chuckled softly into her own drink, tasting both the tartness of the drink and her own words.\n\n\"Let's see.\" She pictured a map of the Mentian territories and tried to recall the meetings she'd spectated. \"They've broken the siege here and driven one of the Siui armies off, while the Kadhoki have beaten another into retreat. I'm not sure about the last one, but I hear there's been a lot of action in Ombu of late.\"\n\n*Depending on how things go, we could end up with no emperors left... Now that'd be a sight.*\n\nThe priestess shrugged, leaving her thoughts unsaid.\n\n\"So, was he strong?\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "*She let out a grunt, taking a swig of her beer. Just how many people knew it was her, she wondered. She drummed her fingertips against the mug.*\n\n\"Mm, for an old man.. Almost killed two of my own, almost got me too before I ran a sword through his gullet. I did carve my way through eight of his guards on my own before I fought him.. Mmh. It was a good fight.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Oh, my.\"\n\nAs a magic user she didn't quite get the whole thing about a fight being 'good' or not, but just the fact that there were no fatalities alone impressed her. She lifted the mug for another sip, then stopped.\n\n\"It'll be less interesting around here, I'd reckon.\" She tried for a joke. \"The population of old men in Mentia is endangered enough as is. So - here's to peace.\"\n\nShe raised her mug out, offering a toast." }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Peace, pfht.\" *She still nevertheless tapped her mug against Sol's before taking a swig.* \"Peace here maybe, finally.. Mmh, these people need it. They're too soft to continue, lost too much to keep it going. So now some old git who's done nothing to earn it gets to sit on a fancy throne and call himself the Emperor. Stupid..\" *She shook her head, taking another sip of beer.*\n\n\"Mmh... So, you're a merc. Who're you running with?\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Pffft. You're not wrong.\" She hid her grin behind the mug. \"Those that come after will decide if the price of peace was acceptable.\"\n\nWith a deep breath, Sol downs the entire mug in one go, lightly slamming the empty vessel against the table.\n\n\"Let's see... A bunny, a troubled girl, and two Kadhoki barons. Quite odd, now that I think about it.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"...Mmh, sounds odd. Should pick more stable company, mmh? I've ran with my group for a long time now.. All started in South Mentia, picked up and lost a few on the way, but we haven't lost our character.\" \n\n*She said, finishing off her own tankard and setting it down.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"It's working out alright for a party formed on the spot, I think. And beyond this campaign, well...\" The priestess shrugged, staring at the remnant bubbles in her mug. \"I'm something of a loner myself, and teamwork is hardly a strength of mine... But that's another story.\"\n\nShe shrugged once more, slightly hesitating on whether she should order another mug." }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmh.. Should try teamwork sometime, works great.\" *She smirked a bit.* \"With my lot we just have all the others set themselves up far away, I run in and they pick off everyone trying to fight me.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Mmm, I dunno. Everything considered, I'd make a terrible teammate.\" A grin flitted across her face after some thinking. \"You'll get along with the old man I work with, probably. Similar way of thinking and all that.\"" }, { "author": "Sivne", "message": "\"Mmh.. Never met a southlander with a similar way of thinking. Those coastal Mentians are all soft anyway.\" *She shrugged.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Well, there's always room for first times.\" Sol got the attention of the barkeep and procured a smaller drink. \"But I'd imagine that to be a good thing, no? If they're soft, they can't handle all the fighting by themselves. More business for the folks who do it for a living.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Hitoshi, Thistle, and Akaise would hear about a call for help from a nearby temple. You 3 would meet up at a nearby crossroads, with almost no one in sight, flat, empty land. There was a nearby sign though, saying that there was a temple east of here. What the temple wanted wasn't exactly sure.*\n\n*Later though, a man could be seen running towards you, though he wasn't close enough for speech.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Standing, staring at the sign with a paper in hand is a hooded, shrouded Oriate, a composite bow strapped over her back and a strange sword hung on her side. The Oriate in question is here for yet another job, this time about taking down a group of violent cultists. Almost like the old Cult of Aventurr, she muses, as she stares some more at her piece of paper. If anyone in the group can read Runran, it would say:*\n\n**Details**\n*Violent cult, needs to be killed off/captured.* *(Aventurr?)*\n*Allies' names are Akaise Zelkashen and Thistle Fairward*\n*(The details of their location is written below: Tiksak, nearby ~~whatever the town name is~~, etc.*\n\n*Hitoshi never really heard much about the Cult of Aventurr, but she can't help but draw similarities between the behaviour of this cult and the Aventurr one. Considering the fact that nobody ever mentioned the Song of Aventurr, their defining feature, it's unlikely. But a tiny voice in the back of Hitoshi's mind asks...\n\n\"Maybe it is them? Might be best to check. If they're coming back, they need to be quelled, as soon as possible.\"*\n\n*Hitoshi's idle wondering would cease as she hears the man running towards her, her keen ears picking up on his footsteps quickly. She turns to face the man, also glancing at her teammates.\n\nOne, a... Macen? Elf? Maybe even a fellow Oriate? It's impossible to tell. The person is absolutely covered in armour from head to toe, wielding a **Gigantic** Shield, and wearing a large cloak. Hitoshi can't tell a fucking thing about the person! The other, almost certainly a Macen, wielding a crossbow and wearing lamellar armour. Seems like a strange group. Suppose that's what you need to take on strange people, though.*\n\n*Hitoshi faces the man running towards the group, twanging her bow with her left hand idly as she waits for him to approach.*" }, { "author": "felplume", "message": "Hell can go while I write" }, { "author": "Thistle Fairward", "message": "*This was not what she signed up for. But she did need the money, and couldn't really afford not to do this... Whatever this quest would turn out to be. She quickly glanced at her teammates. They looked like experienced warriors. That's a good thing - sort of - it meant that Thistle would have quite a protection while reloading her crossbow. And said crossbow might as well come into use soon, as Thistle spotted someone running towards the group. With some difficulty, she loaded the crossbow and aimed it at the man, ready to shoot if he would turn out to be an enemy. If he actually was a threat... Well, Thistle had quite a lot of experience with crossbows and a target moving in a straight line towards her, on an open plain is not that hard to hit.*" }, { "author": "felplume", "message": "AAAHAHHHHHHGHHHHGHHHHHH" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*Akaise stood at the crossroads, having gone there for the quest as well. She had a piece of paper of her own, although it was in her backpack rather than her hand. As opposed to her appearance at the temple, her tentacles were now covered in several wooden round shields, strapped to the appendages with the use of their tightened leather guiges. As they were only protecting the sides, it seemed attacks from above or below would be most effective against the tentacles; however, their size combined with the protection of their makeshift armor made those areas rather difficult to reach when they were positioned carefully. Though these tentacles were naturally flexible, the shields seemed to restrict their flexibility rather considerably; the areas where one shield touched another had the most flexibility and yet the least protection, serving as the 'joints' that the wizard would need to keep mind of when attacking. Due to the change in her Arcane Tendrils' properties, it seemed Akaise would have to take a more defensive role in the upcoming mission. A rather thick, metallic heater shield was strapped to her left, and a smaller steel shield slightly larger than a buckler was strapped to her right. As they were strapped rather than gripped, she would be able to cast spells with these arms, though the movement of her left arm would be restricted rather heavily due to the size and mass of the heater shield.*\n\n*It seemed the wizard had learned quite a few things from the temple as well; now, her groin and joints were protected by mail. Though they would not stop the sheer piercing power of spears or other polearms, they would work as intended against anything intended to be used for slashing rather than penetration, including swords and most daggers.*\n\n*Having seen their names on the quest paper, Akaise took a few short glances towards her fellow teammates. Hitoshi Hisikawa, Thistle Fairward... That first name didn't seem Salvainian. They were from somewhere else, most likely. Judging from their appearances, Thistle was the Macen with the crossbow. Using process of elimination, Hitoshi had to be the hooded... Hm... What race were they? Due to their concealing clothes, she wouldn't be able to know their race, though such a name seemed to be Runran. Either an Oni, an Oriate, or it could be something entirely different. It wasn't good to judge solely on someone's name or appearance, after all. She decided not to think about it for much longer as she noticed someone running towards the group. The Macen woman who she had named 'Thistle' was almost about to shoot them. She raised her right hand as an attempted signal for her to stand down. Her shields would be able to handle anything he could throw at them (well, at least once), and she would rather not have someone be killed so quickly into the mission.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The man would reach them, and seeing a massive crossbow pointed at him, would yell.*\n\n\"Don't shoot!\"\n\n*As he gets closer, a massive crossbow bolt can be seen in his left shoulder, a large blotch of red staining a white shirt, piercing the linen and brown leather vest. He has a golden medallion around his neck. Approaching you three, he would collapse to the ground, catching his breath, then get back up.*\n\n\"Oh, thank the gods your here! We've been under attack! The temple... It's been invaded!\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi would offer her hand to the man, glaring at who she assumes to be Thistle for getting so hasty and aggressive.\n\nNot much to work with, is it? \"Invaded temple\". Some questions are in order, it seems. Hitoshi would begin to talk from underneath her cowl and hold as she pulls the man back on his feet, assuming he took her help.*" }, { "author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander", "message": "\"That is why we're here... We're here to take the temple back, but we might need some help if you can spare it.\"\n\n\"...Er, first off, how many of them are there?\"\n\n*Akaise's guesses as to the woman's origins would be proven correct as her thick Irunian accent is heard.* \n\n\"...Uhh, what kind of equipment do they have? And do they have magic? If so, are you able to tell us any of them? Any spells to worry about?\"\n\n*Mages. Hitoshi always revered magic in all of its forms. It's a truly awe inspiring thing... And incredibly dangerous, which means Hitoshi absolutely must know what kinds of magic, if any, the cultists wield.*" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*Oh. The temple's been invaded. That wasn't good. No, not good at all. She was assigned to invade a temple in her last quest... Could this be the same people behind it? No, they were based in Silnaria, and this was in Mentia. But if it was them, they could have operations all over the map! Just thinking about them back in the temple gave her a strange feeling... A mysterious and truly terrifying group, they were. Were the ones who invaded the temple hired adventurers, or dedicated members of the cult they were supposed to eliminate? The only way to find out would be to head in, though it was possible that the grievously wounded man approaching them could have some more information about the ones who had invaded the nearby temple.*\n\n\"Don't worry... Conserve your energy. You probably already know, but the nearest town with healing services is a bit far away from here. I don't have any healing magic, unfortunately...\"\n\n*For a brief moment, she was reminded of Sirdan. He steppe elf was the only one in that team with access to healing spells — very useful ones, at that. Perhaps she should get one as well.*\n\n\"Yes, knowledge about their spells and their numbers will be very important to us. Was there anyone else who was able to escape from the attack?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Thistle Fairward", "message": "*Seeing the man meant no harm, she lowered her crossbow.*\n\"You can't blame me for bein' cautious.\" *She said, quietly, when she noticed the stare received from one of her teammates.*\n\"He could've been an enemy.\" *She added, looking suspiciously at the man. But eventually, as nothing bad happened, Thistle abandoned her suspicions. There was work to do and it was down to them to do it.*\n\"Well, if we're goin' to attack this temple, we need t' know the terrain layout. I've been in the Salvainian army, under cap'n Gryphonheart, I know a bit about planning an attack.\" *Thistle said, after having waited for the teammates to finish asking their questions to the injured man.*\n\"Do you maybe have a map o' the temple? Or maybe you could draw one?\" *She asked.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The man would shakily speak.*\n\n\"It was dark... So dark... We couldn't even see them as they cut them all down... All dead... All dead..\"\n\n\"Th-the temple is small, very simple. A lot of it was destroyed, burned down. I don't know what it looks like now...\"\n\n\"The only weapon I know they have are blades, a crossbow, and some kind of beast...\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The information provided to the group by the man is... A bit pitiful, if Hitoshi is to be truly honest. All she knows now is the type of weapon she'll have to avoid... And the fact that the place is dark. Which... Well, that might help the group or hinder them. It really depends on if the cultists have any night vision, and if her friends have night vision as well. Since the temple was dark, yet the cultists seemed to have no issue killing all of the people inside, Hitoshi wonders if they must be able to see in the dark just fine, which... Well, if she's the only member of this party with night vision, will be a massive problem.*\n\n*The strangely equipped short person (Hitoshi assumes that this is Akaise: Thistle seems like an appropriate name for the rowdier crossbow wielder rather than the deceptively gentle juggernaut) had a semi-answer to their question, it seems. \"All dead. All dead.\" It's not exactly a great answer, but it does, somewhat, answer her. Nobody escaped, as far as this man can tell. Hitoshi assumes that she won't be able to squeeze much more information out of the man, but it might be worth a try anyway. She begins to ask the man some more questions. Although it could have just been that the cultists had been very clever with their ambush or even gotten lucky, it's worth asking about.*" }, { "author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander", "message": "\"Okay. Tell us everything that happened. What you saw happen. You aren't telling us much right now, but if you tell us more, that would help a lot.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi is wondering if the cultists have the power of night vision. Maybe they're comprised of races with night vision? Maybe they have that Dark Vision spell Hitoshi heard about? Or maybe they don't have night vision at all, and they're just clever and competent ambushers who planned out the attack meticulously and happened to have it go very well for them. Whatever happened, they must know. Might help them learn a couple more details about the enemy.*" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*So everyone else was killed by the cultists... The temple was dark, but it seemed to be day right now. Did they manage to remove all sources of light in the building, perhaps with some sort of magic? Either that, or their cult just attacked at night. Yet if that was the case, they would have had ample time to fortify their position in the invaded temple, as well as get reinforcements. It seemed that taking back the building would be a rather difficult mission either way.*\n\n*Not having much else to ask, Akaise would simply nod along with Hitoshi's questions. That crossbow bolt in the man's shoulder looked quite severe... He needed medical attention soon, so their questioning would have to be short.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Thistle Fairward", "message": "\"Alright... Could you draw how the temple looked like before it was destroyed?\" *She took out a heavy bolt from the quiver on her back and handed it to the man* \"Maybe sketch the layout on the dirt? Any information is better than none.\" *If they were gong to attack the temple, Thistle had no intent of doing it without any intel. They might as well could be doing it blindfolded or unarmed. When the man mentioned the 'beast', she frowned. She had no idea what it could be, but it did sound dangerous. Thistle could, for now, only hope it can be killed with crossbow.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "\"I was inside, preparing to go to sleep. It was curfew. Suddenly, I heard screams. I ran out of the dorm and opened the door, but it was pitch black. I couldn't see at all. I heard screams, and I ran. I saw the occasional blade and weapon, and that was it.\"\n\n\"I still don't know much about the temple, but I can try.\"\n\n*The man would use the bolt to create a crude drawing of the temple. From the front, another room was behind it, and that split off into three branches, each with a room connected by a thick entrance.*\n\n\"That last room is the only one made of stone. The rest are made of wood. All of the rest has probably burned down.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Alright. So during the pitch black, the cultists were attacking just fine, even managing to hit this poor fellow pretty well, in the shoulder. There isn't really enough information given to determine the capabilities of the cultists beyond their equipment, and the fact that they have \"A beast\" Given from this man, so Hitoshi decides to play it safe, and go along with the worst circumstance: that the cultists will indeed have the sensory advantage here.\n\nThe layout of the temple is quite simple, it seems. Only one intact room. The rest will probably be little but ruins...\n\nIt was a night attack, which is to be expected. Besides the possible night vision and the weapons the cultists used, and the fact that they have a beast...\n\nThat beast is going to be an issue. If Hitoshi wants to sneak in and do her job, that beast's possibly great senses are going to be a thorn in her side. Hitoshi's going to take that fucker out first if it's possible, otherwise it could jeopardise her stealth and maul her teammates.\n\nThat wound is looking awful... Hitoshi has little in the way of healing experience even physically with first aid, let alone magic... But she does remember a thing or two.\nHitoshi mulls over her options for a moment, before drawing her tanto and gently placing her hand on the man's shoulder, looking at it.*" }, { "author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander", "message": "\"I could try to patch this up to keep you until you find a doctor. Can you lie on your back?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*If she's allowed, she removes the clothes covering the bolt wound, puts the man on his back and begins to lean on his wound with her knee to apply pressure to it. She begins cutting the man's right sleeve to bits and begins applying it as a bandage, folding a few pieces and tying them on tightly with the remaining bits. Once done, she places the man's right hand on the makeshift bandage and helps him back up.*" }, { "author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander", "message": "\"Keep pressing on that. It will hurt... A lot, but if you keep pressing it won't bleed so badly.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*While she tries to medicate the man to the best of her admittedly basic abilities, she examines the medallion he wears closely.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The man would let Hitoshi heal him, gritting his teeth slightly. His medallion would look like a simple gold circle, with 3 intersecting lines creating a sort of 6 sliced pie.*\n\n\"O-ok.\"\n\n*The man would continue to press on his shoulder.*\n\n*As the three approached the temple, the sky began to become dark, as it was several miles east. When arriving, all you would see was a dark stone room coated with soot, the rest of the temple simply burned wood and ash. Charred bodies littered the floor, some recognizable, some not. Two guards wearing leather armor would stand in front of the once white stone entrance, both clothed in black garb, masks covering their face. One would have some sort of small metallic object, with what looks like a rope going up his sleeve. The other would have a sheathed katana. Both were unaware of the invaders, due to bushes growing in that area.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "~~I don't have Pheromones yet Plume that's a bit hard~~\n\nThis is where I was gonna start off\n\n*Hitoshi scouts the location and notices the two guards. One with a rope dart, the other with a katana. Both wearing some pretty basic leather armour.\n\nThe rope dart wielder is the person Hitoshi decides to take on first. The rope dart is a weapon Hitoshi has seen once or twice before, and it's certainly a tricky one. In the hands of an untrained user, the wielder simply looks like an idiot as they mindlessly flail the damn thing. In the hands of an intelligent warrior, however... Almost no amount of defensive tricks will save you.*\n\n*Hitoshi moves a little closer before summoning a bottle of acid in her hands. Once it finds itself in her hands, she gently throws it at the rope dart wielder's feet, allowing the magical propulsion to do the job. Once it hits the floor, it shatters loudly, and if the cultist is unlucky, he finds himself surrounded in a nasty substance, which will burn his nose and eyes, distracting him long enough for Hitoshi to find a chance to fire off an arrow at his head.*\n\n*If Hitoshi gets unlucky, and the rope dart wielder is unaffected, she fires at his right shoulder. If she can damage one of his arms, hopefully wielding that annoying fucking thing won't be quite so easy.*\n\n``Hitoshi casts Sansei Ame. 10 Mana used. Since she has 3.5 Regen, only 6.5 is expended. 123.5/130 Mana left.``" } ]

[ { "author": "Thistle Fairward", "message": "*Sneaking around in the southernmost bushes, Thistle was grateful for having loaded the crossbow beforehand. All she had to do now was aim and shoot - without all the loading process, which would surely cause a lot of rustling - not exactly inconspicuous. Seeing Hitoshi attempt to take out the guard with the rope dart, Thistle would quickly lift her crossbow. She aimed at the second guardsman, taking advantage of the fact he was surprised by the sudden attack and pulled the trigger, releasing the heavy bolt, which was soon making its way through the air, towards its target.*" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*While concealed by the bushes, Akaise took a glance at the guards who were assigned to keep watch at the entrance. From the closest part of the bushes, her Arcane Tendrils would not be long enough to reach the two enemies; it seemed she would have to think of something else. Moving to the right bush, the wizard took a deep breath before closing the air vents on her visor; she'd have to make sure to open them again once the acid dissipated.*\n\n*Quickly, Akaise got up from the bushes and approached 3m towards the man wielding the rope dart before suddenly stopping, the leftover momentum being used to turn herself slightly to the right. Her body jerked backwards as two of her Arcane Tendrils shot out towards the rope dart wielder. Due to the addition of the shields, they were too thick to wrap around someone's hands or other appendages; instead, she used her two tentacles to try and shove him into the direction of the guard wielding the katana, hopefully knocking them down to the ground.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*An acid bottle would be truly sneaky, but the slower speed of the projectile proved to be it's downfall. As it's thrown, the rope dart user notices it flying through the air, and throws his weapon at said projectile, intercepting it midair. The acid would almost reach the man, but not close enough, as he rolls away from both the spell and the massive tentacles, retracting his weapon.*\n\n*The swordsman on the other hand, would find the crossbow bolt sprouting from his right shoulder. He yells in pain, but still wields the sword in his right hand. His left would create a small stone, and toss it,but his injured arm meant that only his arm power could throw it, creating a large cloud of dark fog. The swordsman would attempt to close onto Thistle, who wouldn't be able to see through the fog, but visible to both Hitoshi and Akaise.*\n```Thistle cannot see either enemy!\nSwordsman is injured in his right shoulder!```" } ]

[ { "author": "Thistle Fairward", "message": "*Having her view obscured by the fog, she quickly started to reload the crossbow.*\n\"Fuck...\" *She muttered, while struggling with the weapon. After a while - which was probably much too long, in battle every second counts - she finally managed to load another bolt into the weapon and was now ready to fire. Having realised the man with the katana could easily walk in unnoticed, she decided to exit the bushes - and so she did, trying to go around the fog obscuring her view.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*By the time Akaise was preparing to throw the fireball, the rope dart user would have already collected his weapon. Throwing it, it would arc around and wrap around the young mage's legs. However, he would find a burning fireball on his chest, and would frantically take the armor off to avoid burning. Underneath, there would be a massive amount of rope, revealing how skilled this user was. After taking it off, he attempts to pull Akaise's feet out from under her.*\n\n*The swordsman would find himself very close to Thistle, just waiting for the perfect time to strike, until he finds an arrow in his stomach. The pain knocks him to the side, stopping his movement. He recovers though, before yelling.*\n\n\"We have intruders!\"\n\n*And he would then lunge using the katana, aimed for Thistle.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "~~(Hitoshi moves to the bush to the south of her btw)~~" } ]

[ { "author": "Thistle Fairward", "message": "*Well this turned out to be much more complicated than Thistle had expected. The guards were not supposed to alert anyone of the team's presence. Everything just got a lot more difficult. Seeing the swordsman advancing on her, Thistle quickly lifted the crossbow and pressed the trigger, without really aiming, then dropped the weapon and, panicking, drew her shortsword. If the bolt wouldn't kill the enemy, she had to be prepared to face him in melee combat. Thistle also turned her head to the side for a split second to see how her allies were doing - and so far it looked like they were doing fine. She then looked back to the guard she was facing, ready to dodge the possibly incoming strike.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Despite Akaise's attempts, the rope dart user is able to pull her legs from under her before the fire can burn through the rope, causing her to land on her back. Hitoshi wouldn't be able to hear the stealthy warrior, but her arrow would find its mark in his chest nonetheless, causing him to gasp for air. This would be the swordsman, however, and the rope dart user pulls out a dagger from his clothing, simply waiting.*\n\n*Meanwhile, the fog cloud would have expanded in radius, which I forgot to put in the previous turn, so it's like that now, also enveloping Akaise. Thistle wouldn't be able to see where the bolt went, but it would hit the man's sword shoulder, effectively rendering him useless. She couldn't see it, but she could hear his yell as he screams out.*" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*After a few seconds in the fog, the section of rope connecting her to the wielder of the rope dart burned through. Akaise retrieved the rondel dagger from her belt, using its single sharpened edge to cut apart the ropes that had bound her legs.*\n\n*Once she put the rondel dagger back in its sheath, the wizard aimed and fired a Plasma Shot at the position where she had last seen the enemy, intending to hit their center of mass. The light of its telltale magical circle was obscured within the fog, concealed even further by the bright glow of her Arcane Tendrils; due to its telegraph being well-hidden, evading such an attack would be rather difficult.*\n\n*While doing so, her other hand was busy opening the air vent on the left side of her visor. Akaise would be able to breathe and talk once again, though she didn't exactly have much to say. The wizard took the rest of her time to stand up, her tentacles remaining in their defensive positions.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Time to finish off that katana wielder then. The rope dart wielder is probably unable to see Akaise now, and despite Hitoshi's original judgements the mage is more than capable of taking him on... And the katana wielder has revealed his location, making this ambush fairly easy.\n\nHitoshi moves into the Fog Cloud, nocking yet another arrow, aiming for the katana wielder judging by the sound of his scream. Upon getting close enough and hearing/seeing him, she aims a point blank shot at his head. Normally, running through the fog like this would be stupid, but considering Hitoshi's vastly improved stealth this should be a much more doable feat, and gives the katana wielder very little time to react.*" }, { "author": "Thistle Fairward", "message": "*Hearing the man's screams, she rushed around the foggy area, to where her enemy was. A shortsword in her hand, she swung it, aiming at the man's throat. Thistle may not have been the strongest, or the most talented at swordfighting - but she made up for it with her agility and nimbleness. Therefore, despite her lack of training in swordfighting, she was still able to defend herself while wielding the short blade. The swordsman stood little chance, for he was injured - so Thistle leaped out of the fog and attacked.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The swordsman would find both of his arms rendered useless by both arrow and bolt, so he can do nothing as Hitoshi's arrow strikes him in the head, killing him. Thistle's strike is a bit overkill, but it's never a bad thing to make sure your enemy is dead.*\n\n*The rope dart user would see the fireball and throw his knife in a panic, clanging off Akaise's heavy armor. The fireball sets the rope alight, and he screams while frantically trying to get it off.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi aims one last arrow at the rope dart wielder's head, putting an end to his agony. Finish him off before he can do anything else.*\n\n*Shame she couldn't salvage the rope dart itself, though. She's never trained with one but damn if they aren't good. Maybe she'll buy one for herself... She looks to Thistle, and to Akaise, counting down the arrows she has left. 26.*" }, { "author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander", "message": "\"Everyone alright?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi also takes off the man's mask, looking at his face closely, and examines his equipment. It's probably not exactly the moral thing to do, looking for parts of his stuff that she can use, but hey! These people aren't exactly saints either.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Hitoshi would find basically nothing on the man. It looks like the rope dart and the dagger were all he had.*" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*Stepping out of the fog's radius, Akaise nodded towards Hitoshi. All things considered, it was an effortless fight; now that the cultists were informed of the intruders, the rest of the mission would not be nearly as easy. Not like they could quit now.*\n\n*The wizard thought of using the guards' corpses as fake hostages upon entering the temple, but the arrows stuck in their heads and the wounds all over their bodies would probably have alerted the other cultists that the two were already dead. Still, it couldn't hurt to throw them off guard. If she shoved them into the room first, she could potentially get a cultist to shoot one of their fallen allies without thinking. Maybe even have them believe they were the one who killed him, for a few seconds. Anything to help reduce their morale would be useful in the coming fight.*\n\n*For now, she simply stood outside the entrance until the rest of the group seemed ready to enter.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi does the same, waiting beside the entrance. When the door opens, she will be behind it, assuming it opens outward.*" }, { "author": "Thistle Fairward", "message": "*When the swordsman was dead, she leaned over and picked up her bolts that were stuck in his corpse. After recovering the ammunition, she sheathed her sword and picked up her crossbow, then walked over to the rest of the team.*\n\"I'm alright.\" *She replied shortly.*\n\"We should scout out the temple before going in. There might be traps inside... And even if there aren't any, I wouldn't like to go in there without preparation.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The door would seem to be made of simple stone, with normal hinges. There would be no lock, and it looked like it could be pushed open. A symbol would be inscribed though, one that looked akin to a lock and chains.*" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*Akaise looked at the strange symbol on the door, before deciding to try and find a way in. Out of a strange curiosity, she dragged the swordsman's corpse towards the entrance and pressed one of his bloody hands to the symbol on the door instead of trying to open it normally. This probably wouldn't do anything, but she wanted to see what would happen.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Nothing would happen, besides blood staining the wall.*" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*Nice.*\n\n*Pulling the arrow out of his head, she held the dead swordsman in front of her as if he was a hostage while she attempted to push the door open.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "~~I'll just keep doing what I'm doing~~" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As the door swung open, a massive red crystal could be seen. It would be glowing, and seem to contain some sort of power. There would also be 5 obsidian pillars, each containing a person. Only those with night vision could see it. The glow was not enough to illuminate the room.*\n\n*They would all wear leather armor, in their normal garb. One wielded a pair of sickles, possibly more, and another had a pair of hook swords. One would have a loaded arbalest, and another would be larger than the rest, and heavily armored, but his helmet looks like it's somewhat deformed, almost like a snout, and he would be unarmed. The last would be in the back, with dark armor. Nothing else could be seen. For now, they were a bit too far to really do anything, with what looks like magic shields around them.*" }, { "author": "felplume", "message": "Are they on top of the pillars" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*The wizard peeked into the door, unsure of what to expect. Despite the light outside, the entire room was black as pitch, save for the glow of the red crystal in the center. As the only member of the group who lacked natural night vision, it was the only thing she was able to see. Akaise took a few steps back, her expression hidden by the black visor on her face.*\n\n\"The room... I can't see anything inside. It's too dark... It is day outside, how is it this dark? There might be more guards in there. It might be better if one of you goes to look instead...\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*What the actual fuck is she talking about?*\n\n*These are Hitoshi's first thoughts... Until she deactivates her night vision for a moment to see if she's serious. Akaise is... Of course. What the actual fuck is this? The entire room is coated in dark, wreathed in shadows...\n\nStone floors. Dark room. Hitoshi feels a cold shiver run down her back as she looks through the building. Just like that day... The day that Hitoshi, who by this point was just a smuggler, just a common criminal, traded in any chance of living a normal life back in Irunia to save the life of his significant other at the time, a Macen called Lucille... The day that Hitoshi allowed the shadows to take him, use him as a weapon of sheer evil and sheer greed, and bowed down to perhaps one of the most evil people Hitoshi has ever met to this day...*\n\n*Hitoshi would snap out of her horrid memories for a moment, using that bitter resentment to fuel her next choices. She nocks an arrow, and takes a deep, deep breath.*" }, { "author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander", "message": "*After looking inside and seeing what is described, Hitoshi looks to Akaise.*\n\n\"There's five people. They're all Macen... I think. I can't quite tell.\n\nOne is wielding an arbalest. Loaded. I'd say we take him out first, or that thing is gonna kill one of us.\nOne is wielding at *Least* A pair of sickles. \nOne is wearing some heavy armour, but isn't wielding anything. Probably a martial artist of some kind. Really big looking fellow. \nOne is... Just there, wearing dark armour. That's all I can tell. I'd assume they're the leader, they look... Important. Smack dab in the middle of the room.\nOne is wielding two hook swords. Hell, he seems like the most normal one out of them all.\n\nBesides the two heavier armour-wearing folks, they all wear leather armour.\n\nDid you get all that? We get the first move, since they're just... Meditating, so let's use it properly...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Thistle Fairward", "message": "\"Alright then. Let me take out the one wielding the arbalest.\" *She reloaded her crossbow again, with a slight grunt. This time, she chose one of the five heavy bolts she was carrying in the quiver - it was made to pierce heavy suits of armor, but it will do just as good against leather - and might do a good job immobilising the enemy. After all, it's hard to move with a big, sharp piece of iron in your body.*\n\"Did you see anything else? It's kind of suspicious that they're just meditating... The guard did manage to alert them after all.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As Thistle draws a bolt from the quiver, as voice speaks up. It sounds like it's from the leader, and it is harsh, like a cold knife.*\n\n\"Kill them.\"\n\n*The magic shields disappear, and the 4 warriors stand to attention. Only the dark armored one would remain. The sickle user and arbalest user would stay on the platform, while the hook sword and unarmed would jump down. The sickle user's weapons would be strapped to his belt, but a large, dark spear would form in his hands, and throws it at the armored target. The arbalest user would do the same, twin projectiles hurtling towards Akaise. The unarmored man would begin to shift, until a massive, armored beast stood in its place. That was the reason for the helmet having a snout: the user had one.*" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*As soon as she heard the voice of what she presumed to be the leader, Akaise raised her steel heater shield up to protect herself. Four millimeters of pure steel, able to shrug off most attacks as if they were nothing... Although she wasn't able to see the projectiles hurtling towards her, she hoped their impacts wouldn't dent it too badly.*\n\n*Her head turned left and right, trying to identify as many enemies as she could. From her current position, only the bear and the guard wielding hook swords could be seen, illuminated by the massive red crystal within the deep darkness. The former might be trouble...*\n\n*Akaise fired a Plasma Shot with her right hand, aiming for the eye area of the bear's helmet if they were facing her. In such close proximity, the spell's radiant flames would be bright enough to blind them for a while, or at least prevent them from seeing properly in such a dark room; the light of the burning pitch would also help make it more visible. Bears didn't normally wear armor — if her enemy was actually a man under the effect of a soul transformation, a few well-placed hits would serve to force them back into their regular form. Such a transformation was incredibly dangerous... She'd need to make it revert quickly, lest she let her teammates get mauled to death. They didn't seem to have enough armor to defend against such attacks.*\n```Akaise casts Plasma Shot. -5 mana. 95/100 mana remaining.\nAkaise regains 3.5 mana. 98.5/100 mana remaining.```" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Fuck.\n\n*Fuck.*\n\n**FUCK.**\n\n*That's the fucking beast they were on about. It's wearing full body armour. And it's coming to tear them all to shreds. Hitoshi feels her heart pump like never before. If that thing gets anywhere near her, it's gonna tear her apart like **Paper!***\n\n*As Akaise fires at the bear, Hitoshi grits her teeth and faces away from it for a moment, hiding behind Akaise until she gets even a small chance to evade detection again. Her first attack is a shot to the hook sword wielder's... Groin. It's quite possibly the least honourable shot anyone could pull off... But if it hits, that shit is going to **Hurt**. Which means that that shit is going to incapacitate him long enough to finish him off, or at least prevent him from running towards either her or Thistle and killing them.*\n\n*If the shot doesn't connect (somehow, maybe a spell or smth) Hitoshi draws her ninja-to with her left hand, swapping her bow to her right, and dreads the inevitable melee conflict that she's trying so hard to avoid.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Shit. The hook swords are going to be a massive issue. Such a weapon/such weapons can be used in many different ways... A skilled wielder of those things can perform many defensive manoeuvres, like tripping enemies, extending their reach ridiculously and catching blades. Trying to take him on with just a sword is dangerous indeed... But it seems as though she might have to. Of course, she could simply fire again, but Hitoshi already knows of the leader's defence spells... Which, if he's smart, might completely nullify Hitoshi's arrows. And attacking whilst stationary again and again? Probably not a good idea in this place.*\n\n*She waits for an attack. If swung at, Hitoshi attempts to duck and sidestep to the left of the hook sword wielder, proceeding to swing right to left, at the back of the man's knees. The sword might not have any specific enchantments for extra damage but Shredder will probably cause the resulting damage to be immense, as it, well, shreds the man's legs to bits. After the swing, no matter the result, Hitoshi proceeds to move towards the leftmost pillar, trying to find somewhere to hide before he gets Spearshotted.*\n\n*If Hitoshi's quick slice does substantial damage to the wielder of the hookswords's legs and prevents him from moving full speed, she sheaths her sword and draws another arrow, and **Runs** Towards the leftmost pillar. If not, she keeps the sword in her hands, and rather than sprinting, simply backsteps. She's too close now to find time to fire another arrow.*\n\n*Of course, Hitoshi begins utilising her stealth. It's unsure if it'll really help her that much, but if someone can lose her owing to the stealth, that's great.*\n\n**Using Kitsune's natural Level 2 Agile Footwork and Level 5 (+1) Stealth. Level 2 CB used too.**\n\n**1200% harder to see, hear, or smell. 400% harder to sense thermally, meaning that enemies with Thermal have to be 4x closer to see her.**" }, { "author": "felplume", "message": "Trying to think of smth" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "```Hell will not be able to respond, so I will be controlling Thistle upon request.```" } ]

[ { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*Shit. The bear blocked her shot with his arm, and was now charging straight at her!*\n\n*Protect her teammates. That's all she had to do. She couldn't keep track of everything at once — they were outnumbered, five to three. Though right now, only two of the enemies were engaging in battle. Just two...*\n\n*The armored bear, and the guard wielding hook swords. That's all they had to take care of. Yet she didn't think she could go toe to toe with the former. She remembered her first time seeing a bear in the wilderness, when she was six... She could have died at that moment. The only reason that she was still alive was — somewhat ironically — her decision to give up on her survival and stop moving while it was mauling her. That wouldn't work here. How the hell do you fight a bear?*\n\n*She would have to learn quickly. Reciting a prayer to Kanas in her head, she took a mobile stance before firing a second Plasma Shot at the bear's eyes. It couldn't block with its arms if it was using them to run towards her, and it wouldn't be able to turn as well while it was charging.*\n\n*Whether or not the spell had successfully hit the bear, if Akaise saw that Hitoshi had gotten away from the hook sword wielder, she would use her four tentacles to try and grapple onto the swordsman's four limbs, any unsuccessful tentacles wrapping around his waist instead. If successful, she would attempt to pull him in front of herself before shoving him forward in the direction of the charging bear.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Hitoshi quickly dodges a backhand diagonal slash made with the hook swordsman's left hand, and successfully slices the back of his knee. The utility of hook swords, however, is that there's two. As Hitoshi runs past, the second sword in the right hand hooks her right leg, causing her to fall forward onto her chest. The good thing was that her own swing caused the warrior to land flat on his back. The bad thing was that he had two swords, and his left blade is raised, and swings towards the Kitsune...*\n\n*But Akaise's tentacle grabs the arm before the sharp hook sinks into the Kitsune's back. The other tendrils are able to get a firm grip, and launch him towards the bear, though, his weapon's sharp hook pulls Hitoshi's leg along with him.*\n\n*The bear catches the fireball straight to one eye, and roars in pain, making sure to keep its mouth away so that the armor covering its snout protects the open maw. It uses its paw to scrape away the burning flame. The hook sword user is tossed against the bear's side, bouncing over the top of it and landing on the floor face down, pulling Hitoshi in a massive arc, who is face up. The hook would now be over Hitoshi's leg, but the rest of her body could still move. Meanwhile, the warrior groans, trying to get up from being slammed into his comrade and bouncing onto the floor.*\n\n*The bear, weighing a massive 400 kilograms, pays no attention to the human bouncing off him. He's mad, and his burned left eye shows it. The massive stature of savage steel rises up on its hind legs, and tries to bring its front legs down on the small armored mage.*\n\n*Meanwhile, Thistle runs over to the hook sword warrior, brandishing her short sword. Taking advantage of him being knocked out, the point of the blade is plunged into his chest, killing him.*\n```Hitoshi suffers 1 moderate cut on her right leg!\nHook sword warrior is dead!\nBear has its left eye burned, and cannot see through it!```" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*The bear. It's still trying to kill her.*\n\n*Bears weren't as fast when walking on two legs... Could she try and escape its attack?*\n\n*No use thinking now. She had to move!*\n\n*After firing a Plasma Shot towards the bear's exposed groin in order to try and stun it for a few seconds, Akaise pushed all four of her tentacles off of the ground to try and accelerate one or two tiles northwest so that Hitoshi and Thistle would be behind the bear. The back of its knees were exposed. Stab them in the right place and the nerves would be severed, stopping it from moving its hind legs; at least, that was what she hoped would happen. Distracting the steel behemoth while trying to avoid its massive attacks was... Exhilarating, to say the least.*\n\n*Exhilarating and terrifying.*\n```Previous turn\nAkaise casts Plasma Shot. -5 mana. 93.5/100 mana remaining.\nAkaise regains 3.5 mana. 97/100 mana remaining.\n\nCurrent turn\nAkaise casts Plasma Shot. -5 mana. 92/100 mana remaining.\nAkaise regains 3.5 mana. 95.5/100 mana remaining.```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The bear would have to take all the hits directed at it, its groin on fire, with Kunai in its knees. However, Akaise wouldn't be fast enough to remain unscathed. The bear's massive paws slam down on Akaise's shin and foot, crushing bone and probably shattering it if wasn't for her armor, turning a crippling blow into a broken shin and foot. Enraged, the bear then raises its right paw and tries to backhand the injured mage, but could only do so much as its back legs were crippled. Thistle rushes in, attempting to stab at the bear's weak neck spot.*\n\n*Meanwhile, the two extra arms wielding Pata, the sickle user places one sickle in his belt, before standing up.*\n```Akaise suffers 2 severe injuries!\nBear suffers 3 severe injuries!\nOne more turn until the arbalest is loaded again!```" }, { "author": "felplume", "message": "What does thistle do" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Shit. That Arbalest user is almost done reloading... If he finishes, he's going to prove to be a huge problem, and will be more than capable of killing her or Thistle.\n\nWith that in mind, Hitoshi pauses for a moment, thinking of what to do...*\n\n*On one hand, trying to shoot the Arbalest means that as of right now, the strongest fighter besides the Bear may die. Instantly, the fight would be far more in their favour. On the other hand, the position of both the leader and the Arbalest make it so that Hitoshi won't be able to get a good hit on the Arbalest without him intercepting it... Unless...\n\nHitoshi throws her Acid Flask at the Pata wielder's face from behind the pillar, before immediately turning and firing an arrow at the Arbalest wielder's head. Hopefully, the flask will serve as a distraction and will not only prevent the Pata wielder from accurately throwing the Spearshots, but will also make the Leader erroneously believe that Hitoshi is now gunning for that person. Considering the difficulty in seeing Hitoshi, it might be hard to actually notice her sneaking into a better position to fire at the Arbalest wielder when the Acid Flask hits. No matter the reaction or effect of the flask, Hitoshi does this, as the Arbalest wielder is simply too big a problem to ignore at this point... If that weapon is fired at her or Thistle it could straight up kill them, whereas at least a Spearshot is somewhat more telegraphed, somewhat easier to react to.*\n\n*It's not exactly the best of plans, but Hitoshi's our of her element here... It's an open area with almost nowhere to hide, and any little advantage must be secured as quickly as possible.*\n\n**3.5 Mana regen. 127/130 mana.**" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi is silent as she watches the Arbalest wielder crumple to the floor, and pathetically hit the ground. Ironic, really. The presumed \"Ninjas\" Of this building are dying like flies. Originally, they probably thought that Hitoshi, Akaise and Thistle were forced to fight for their lives here.\n\nNo... It is they, these once proud assassins of the dark, who are pathetically kicking and screaming as they are dropped, one by one, with nary a word. Hitoshi only needs to take down the bastard with the sickles, and then... The leader is as good as dead. Of course, he's going to defend his precious little spear thrower unless there's a reason not to... And what better reason than that he's fighting for his life?*\n\n*Hitoshi would click her fingers, and look to Akaise. Still hiding behind the pillar, she'd nod her head slightly to the leader. Akaise is by far the toughest one of the two, and she can likely take on the leader in a duel for at least a little while as Hitoshi removes the last crony.*\n\n*Assuming Akaise does heed Hitoshi's suggestion and clearly makes a move to attack the leader, Hitoshi then fires an arrow at the Sickle user as she does so, before retreating back to... Where else but the pillar?*\n\n*If not... That's fine, she might have another plan in mind. Hitoshi stays put, and takes a breather. There's not really much she can do at the moment, since the leader will know what's going on if she attempts the misdirecting with Acid Flask trick again, and there's not really much of a good way she could reposition herself without opening herself to an attack.*" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*Thistle was out. While she was busy fighting the bear, it just happened... Her right shoulder was pierced with the crossbow bolt of a heavy arbalest, her left impaled by the pata wielder's spear. She couldn't do anything about it. The only thing she could do now was to try and dish out all she had in return to those remaining.*\n\n*And so she would.*\n\n*With her fingers, the wizard drew a rune in the air. As the rune started to glow, she took a slow, deep breath...*\n\n\"...AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!\"\n\n*A monstrous scream resonated from within her visor as Akaise charged towards the leader of the cult, going around the left side of the crystal with her shield in front to protect herself. Though her foot and shin were broken, it wouldn't impede her movement as much as if it was her ankle. Throwing her right arm up towards her enemy, she fired another Plasma Shot towards what she presumed to be his neck before continuing to sprint forward.*\n```Akaise casts Tempest Roar (free-cast). -15 mana. 79/100 mana remaining.\nAkaise casts Plasma Shot. -5 mana. 74/100 mana remaining.\nAkaise regains 3.5 mana. 77.5/100 mana remaining.```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The barrier would still be up as Hitoshi fires her arrow, and it would finally dispel the shield. It seems like more mana was put into this one. Now, the 4 limbed man has his weapons. Twin sickles in his normal hands, 2 pata in his normal ones. Jumping down from the tall pillar, the warrior would do so in a way that put him in melee range extremely quickly, his leap carrying him far and fast. The left pata makes a lunge for the archer, and there would be no time to nock another arrow. Hitoshi would still be able to react within melee range.*\n\n*As for Akaise's attack, the crippled shin and foot would still impede her, and the leader simply sits there. It's too easy for him to predict Akaise's attack, because of both her slow movement and her yelling. A purple shield forms on his hand and blocks the blazing sphere with ease. He would turn his head to the armored mage with contempt.*\n\n\"Such foolishness.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi's instincts kick in as the Pata wielder lunges forth at her with his weapon, and she backsteps straight back. Assuming she does manage to dodge the first blow, she begins to cast Acid Flask with her right hand, continuing to backstep all the while. If it summons itself in time, Hitoshi throws the flask at the man's face before running back and around the pillar and nocking another arrow, assuming he was disoriented at all by the acid in his eyes and nose.*\n\n*If he wasn't, Hitoshi attempts to duck behind the pillar anyway, because Gods know she's not facing this man in a fair fight.*\n\n**6.5 Mana used, 10 mana spell, 3.5 Regen. 123.5 Mana remaining.**" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Hitoshi would prove to be far too close in order to be able to cast a spell in time, but would be able to make it behind the pillar, the slicing blades proving a bit too close for comfort, especially because of her gender. As the oriate darts behind the pillar, the Pata wielder would no longer be chasing her.*\n\n*Instead, they would have noticed the glow from Akaise's palm and hands, and the luminescence allowed the shadow warrior to easily spot the incoming attack. He turns and holds his arms in front of him, as if he was holding a shield in each, and his Pata crossing over it. Purple flame would hit both blade and limb, and he quickly scrapes off the burning material, but not before he's hurt. He looks like he's in pain, obviously, but he's not out of the fight. Far from it, in fact.*\n\n*The leader would simply summon another shield, and because it was doubtful that Akaise could utilize all of the tentacle's mass, it would strike with less force than intended. Still, the barrier breaks after the mage hits it. The leader would simply remain sitting, almost as if this were entertaining to him.*\n\n*Meanwhile, the Pata wielder would use his right Pata and try and stab at Hitoshi's side from around the wall.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi's tried and true technique of backstepping is pushed to its very limits as she yet again bravely attempts to dodge the blow by stepping back just as he lunges, behind the pillar yet again, stating just out of reach of this medieval equivalent of a blender!*\n\n*This is bad. Really bad. Hitoshi doesn't have any good methods of taking this guy down alone.. If she faces him in melee, she'll be sliced to ribbons, and if she attempts to run she'll take a Spearshot to the back of her head.*\n\n*Looks like it's time to swallow her pride for a moment.*" }, { "author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander", "message": "\"Akaise! Can you help?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She then draws her sword in her right hand (her less dominant one...) and braces for a quick altercation, continuing this carousel of chaos. This is gonna hurt...*" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*As Akaise landed on the floor, she used her tentacles rather than her legs to brace herself. Another shield... It seemed the leader had mana to spare. They would have to kill off his last subordinate first. No matter.*\n\n*The wizard felt no fear. As if she was in a trance.*\n\n*She was behind the enemy. Good. He wouldn't see the glow; a perfect position to attack. With a flick of her hand, she fired another Plasma Shot towards the pata-wielder, aiming for the right half of his back.*\n\n*If he tried to dodge to his left, he would be blocked by the pillar. If he tried to dodge to his right, it would hit the center of his back. If he rotated clockwise or counterclockwise to avoid it, the bolt of plasma would most likely end up hitting his side. Trying to scrape the burning pitch off his back or sides would result in the pata-wielder opening himself to an attack from Hitoshi.*\n```Akaise casts Plasma Shot. -5 mana. 70.5/100 mana remaining.\nAkaise regains 3.5 mana. 73.5/100 mana remaining.```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The pillar, being circular, would allow the person to still turn, but the fireball catches his lower right back anyhow. Hitoshi would suffer some cuts and stabs due to being unarmed as well as moving forward being faster than moving backward. They wouldn't be fatal, but they would cut nonetheless, the warrior landing 4 blows on the kitsune, 2 cuts from the Pata's blade slicing her shoulders glancing slightly off the collarbone, and a large red X across her chest, from the action of the sickles. The action of drawing her sword and Akaise's fireball restrains the ferocity of the assault as his back archers, obviously in pain because his back is on fire, and the pata wielder falls to his knees. He would attempt to block any attack from Hitoshi using his Pata, while trying to scrape off the violet flame using his right sickle.*\n\nPata wielder is unable to attack due to pain!```" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Thank the Gods for her allies, hmm?*\n\n*Hitoshi would attack with her blade, but with only one sword, up against a guy with four weapons, and defending with two? It's borderline impossible.*\n\n*Hitoshi sheathes her sword in order to cast another Acid Flask, and then throws it at the man's feet, backing off just enough that none of it gets into her own eyes or nose. One distraction to another...\n\nOnce that's done, she draws another arrow, and assuming the man continues to be stopped by the pain he faces, fires it into his stomach before stepping back, looking to Akaise and motioning to the assumedly now completely helpless wielder of the quadruple blades.*\n\n*If Hitoshi gets unlucky and he powers through the pain, she decides to back off 2 meters and await a chance to fire at the man's arms if he tries to cast a Spearshot. Hopefully they can take down this bastard...*\n\n*Sansei Ame casted. 123.5 mana left, wooo*" }, { "author": "felplume", "message": "*Again and again. Until it was all over.*\n\n*Akaise took a few steps to the right, establishing a line of sight as she fired another Plasma Shot at the pata wielder. In order to capitalize on his lack of movement, the shot was aimed toward the back of his head. A coup de grace from afar. Other than that, there was nothing more she could have done at such a distance. Too far away for her to deal with without magic. She hoped that would be the end of it.*\n\n*Let him die quickly. Nobody should have to go through such pain.*\n\n*Nobody...*\n\n```Akaise casts Plasma Shot. -5 mana. 68.5/100 mana remaining.\nAkaise regains 3.5 mana. 72/100 mana remaining.```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Seeing Hitoshi create a flask of acid in her hand, the shadow warrior knows what's going to happen. He grunts, yells, and lunges at Hitoshi, stabbing the acid flask. The spell would erupt in both their eyes, the two enemies engulfed in the spell. Akaise's fireball would catch him straight in the head, but the fireball didn't kill immediately. It was fast, yes, but the man suffers as his tissue is charred, and he eventually dies.*\n\n*The leader would finally stand up, and speak.*\n\n\"So you have bested my students. Including my best. No matter. There will always be more.\"\n\n*Two pairs of arms appear from the dark, each with a long arm blade attached to it, strapped to still allow an open hand. A long tail with a curved, tapered blade would flow from behind him.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**BY THE GODS, IT BURNS!**\n\n*Hitoshi gets a taste of her own medicine as the acid spills into her eyes and nose, and her eyes water as they begin to sting. Horribly.*\n\n*She summons a Mizutama and ducks behind the pillar in order to hide herself for a moment as she throws the ball of water into the area of the pillar above her face, letting the glorious liquid release her from her agony as she rubs it into her eyes and nose, cleansing her face of the magic acid.*\n\n*Assuming this actually works, she then grabs her bow and arrow and readies a shot, watching from afar.*\n\n*If it doesn't... Well, Hitoshi stays put, attempting to draw her bow and trying very hard not to scratch her eyes out.*\n\n**Mizutama casted. 11.5 mana used, due to 15 mana spell - 3.5 from regen. 112/130 mana.**" } ]

[ { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*The acid from the flask that Hitoshi thrown earlier had been broken before it was supposed to be, its acrid fumes piercing into the ninja's eyes and nose.*\n\n*That must have hurt... Try not to think about it. Don't let anything distract you from the final target.*\n\n*Akaise backed away from the pillar, seeing the leader of the dark cult, covered in what she believed to be an endless number of blades. At any other moment, she would have been frightened. Yet the strange feeling inside her urged her to keep fighting.*\n\n*Her hand rose up as she fired a Plasma Shot into the darkness, towards the source of the arms.*\n\n```Akaise casts Plasma Shot. -5 mana. 67 /100 mana remaining.\nAkaise regains 3.5 mana. 70.5/100 mana remaining.```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As Akaise steps back and prepares to cast her spell, the leader prepares one of his own. Tossing a small stone at the mage while she's stepping back, a large fog cloud would appear, blocking her line of sight. The fireball would pass through where the leader used to be, as the shadow warrior jumps from the pillar. He would make no noise as he landed and rolled to break his fall, Akaise now unable to detect him.*\n\n*On a good note, Hitoshi's eyes finally stop burning from the caustic powder. She wouldn't be able to detect the leader at all, oblivious to his approach, unless Akaise called out to her.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi, unaware of the location of the leader, would still be peering past the side of her pillar and searching for him, although from her specific angle (just above the dead \"Expert student\") she isn't able to see him.*\n\n*She does notice the Fog Cloud, and begins to listen out, looking around, although she won't actually notice him...*\n\n*Where the hell did he go!?*" } ]

[ { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*Huh. A Fog Cloud.*\n\n*Akaise used her tentacles to raise herself up and out of the Fog Cloud's height. After seeing that he was no longer on the pillar, she looked around for just a moment before spotting the leader once again. Out of reflex, she fired another Plasma Shot at him before attempting to pursue. If she was able to reach the leader, she would attempt to ram him with two of her tentacles to stop him from reaching Hitoshi.*\n\n*Even under her trance, she felt a trace of worry for the Kitsune, who appeared to be unaware of the enemy moving towards her. Any harm to herself was nothing if it meant her teammate was unharmed. She could not allow someone to die today.*\n\n\"Behind your pillar! Watch out, Hitoshi!\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As Akaise moves, so does the leader. He reaches the pillar Hitoshi is next to as Akaise rises out. Traveling on foot would be much faster than travling up using tentacles, as they were limited by their speed. He's able to quickly get behind the pillar and try and stab at Hitoshi using his upper left morph arm. Hitosi herself would be aware of an incoming attack, due to Akaise's warning.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi's bow was already nocked and she was holding it at the ready, but as she ducks to the ground and sidesteps the blow to the west, she finds herself unable to get ready for another shot. So, she does something very, very... Tactical.\n\nShe runs. Specifically, she runs into the fog cloud Akaise is in, attempting to find her luminescent tentacles and aiming to get behind the young wizard, and hopefully obscure herself in the fog. The man might have thermal vision... In which case, Hitoshi might have an issue, as she'll be at a severe sensory disadvantage. However, even then, she's hiding behind the toughest person in her group. A cowardly move? Yes. But then again, who expected an assassin to fight fairly?*" }, { "author": "felplume", "message": "*Unable to catch up to the leader and seeing Hitoshi run towards her, Akaise instead decides to try something else.*\n\n*Fog Cloud. Her father told her about such a spell... That was a long time ago. Still, she remembered how it worked. The fog originated from a small granite stone. By looking at the shape of the foggy cloud, she would be able to pinpoint its location. She turned to the northeast, looking at Hitoshi.*\n\n\"The source of the fog comes from a small rock roughly one foot behind me... I need you to find and destroy it. I'll make sure he can't reach you.\"\n\n*Soon after, she gazed past Hitoshi and began to cast Arcane Armor on herself. A shield made of sunlight-colored runes formed in front of her before expanding around the rest of her body, serving as protection. Additionally, she raised the heater shield on her arm so that it would protect her head and torso while positioning her tentacles so that their round shields would be facing the leader. If they emerged from behind the pillar, she would fire a Plasma Shot at them.*\n\n\"Now then... Bring it on!\"\n\n```Akaise casts Arcane Armor. -30 mana. 40.5/100 mana remaining.\nAkaise casts Plasma Shot. -5 mana. 35.5/100 mana remaining.\nAkaise regains 3.5 mana. 39/100 mana remaining.```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The leader would end up jumping up the side of the pillar, grabbing the edge of the obsidian surface and climbing on top. Grabbing something from his waist, a pair of concealed meteor hammers emerges. Both are held in his right hands, and the metal spheres are whipped towards Akaise, one at her left leg, the other at her face. During this, the leader would jump, but it didn't look like you two could tell where.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Alright, considering that the Fog Cloud's centre was more or less exactly where Akaise is judging by the distance covered during Hitoshi's sprint whilst in the fog, it's somewhere very close by. Hitoshi attempts to kick around for the fog seed, and if she finds it, she breaks it with her heel, before running to the upper left pillar and hiding whilst she summons an acid flask.*\n\n*If she is unable to find it, she summons an acid flask and continues hiding within the fog, just behind Akaise. There's no way in hell she'd survive a fight one on one against the leader, but with her stealthy abilities and Akaise's sheer toughness, working together ~~because they're both rational, not stupid people~~ will help them defeat this bastard.*\n\n**Yadda yadda spell of koff koff kasted, 123.5/130 mana**" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*Akaise raised her heater shield to block the meteor hammer flying towards her face. However, she could do nothing about the one aiming for her left leg. As it was not in contact with the ground, her leg would be able to move backwards in response with the momentum of the meteor hammer, her padded steel greaves and cuisses serving to help cushion it from the weapon's initial impact.*\n\n*If the fog had gone, she would proceed to lower herself back onto the ground afterwards, freeing her tentacles and allowing them to be used for defense once again.*\n\n```Akaise regains 3.5 mana. 42.5/100 mana remaining.```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The leader had sent out a distraction, and it had worked. He would end up landing on the heater shield before jumping off it. Doing a flip and his morph arm blades extending, severing Akaise's top tentacles. That wasn't it though...*\n\n*Hitoshi would take quite a while to break the stone, but eventually would, and the cloud would dissipate as the oriate smashes the pebble under her heel. As the fog clears though, she would spot the leader with his normal arms raised, prepared to deliver to downward strikes at the her.*\n```Akaise's top two tentacles are severed!```" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "\"AAH!\"\n\n*What... How did he...*\n\n*No matter. The fight wouldn't end here!*\n\n*Akaise's two bottom tentacles whipped around and quickly thrust backwards, attempting to shove the leader back (or forward, from his perspective) a few feet further than he was going for. Turning around, she lightly pushed Hitoshi to the side to prevent hitting her before attempting to ram the leader with her heater shield — at the same time, one of her remaining tentacles would cast a Plasma Shot towards his neck.*\n\n```Akaise casts Plasma Shot. -5 mana. 37.5/100 mana remaining.\nAkaise regains 3.5 mana. 41/100 mana remaining.```" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**WHAT THE FUCK-**\n\n*Hitoshi crouches and steps to the leader's left before being pushed, throwing her Acid Flask at him as both he and she are shoved by Akaise's tendrils of protection. If the Acid Flask disorients the man at all, she runs back behind Akaise, and gets ready to fire an arrow.*\n\n*Good Gods, she truly wasn't prepared for this fight, was she?*\n\n**I'm getting lazy, I know. 127/130 mana, as the AF was carried over from last turn.**" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As the leader is pushed by Akaise, he ends up a bit too far from where he wants to be. In fact, the force from the tendrils would end up shoving him into the pillar, but this would prove advantageous for the leader, jumping off the pillar towards Hitoshi. The acid flask would hit him straight on though, preventing a direct line of attack via lunge, and resorts to performing a series of 4 horizontal slashes at the neck area, as he spins. Backing up wouldn't do any good, but fortunately that would be all that he could do, before one of his arms catches the fireball directly.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi immediately sidesteps, to the left, attempting to dodge the clumsy attack made by the leader, once so proud, brought down to a wildly swinging lump of flesh and metal, pelted with acid, flames and arrows alike.*\n\n*Assuming her dodge works, she immediately readies her arrow and fires it at the back of his knee, assuming she can get a good angle to fire at that. If not, she fires at his left thigh. Once he stops trying to escape, or lunge... He's good as dead.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "*Almost over. No way to escape.*\n\n*After taking a few steps back, Akaise fired a Plasma Shot at the leader's right thigh as Hitoshi aimed for his left. Her two remaining tentacles prepared to stop a final lunge, if it happens.*\n\n```Akaise casts Plasma Shot. -5 mana. 36/100 mana remaining.\nAkaise regains 3.5 mana. 39.5/100 mana remaining.```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As both Hitoshi and Akaise prepare to take their shots, the leader does as well. A massive spear is conjured in his morph arm, and it's sent flying toward's Hitoshi's chest. There wouldn't be much time to try and loose an arrow.*\n\n*The fireball, however, does catch him in the thigh, causing him to drop and try to scrape it off, while he limps away.*\n\n```Leader is injured```" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**CRRK-**\n\n*Hitoshi feels some ribs crack and her breath is taken from her as she crumples to the ground forcefully, her mouth tasting of bitter crimson, humiliation, and punished arrogance, her bow dropping down as she does so.*\n\n*In the wake of everything going on, the strike to her chest begins to bring the adrenaline to a halt, and with that, the sheer agony of her bodily condition becomes more obvious to her. Everything hurts. She can't breathe. The spear didn't completely get through, owing to the chainmail shirt, but it wouldn't absorb any of the blunt impact of a spear hurtling at her rib cage at 30 meters per second.*\n\n*Oh Gods, this isn't how she's going to die, is it...?*" }, { "author": "Akaise Zelkashen", "message": "**\"HITOSHI!!\"**\n\n*There was nothing the wizard could do as she watched the spear fly into Hitoshi's chest, stopping at somewhere she was unable to see. Her trance had just been broken. Now she could feel everything.*\n\n*Thistle's left and right arm had been pierced by a Spearshot and a heavy crossbow bolt respectively. Hitoshi's shoulders had been sliced, her chest slashed twice and covered in large, bleeding gashes. A spear had gone into her chest — for all Akaise knew, she had been impaled.*\n\n*Both were on the ground. She was the only one left.*\n\n*The wizard pivoted, firing a Plasma Shot towards the leader's neck. While rushing over to the heavily wounded Kitsune, she used her remaining tentacles to try and smack the leader into the crystal. Her shields were angled in such a way that they would slam against the leader's blades rather than leaving her Arcane Tendrils open to attack. Unable to verify whether Hitoshi was dead or alive with simply a moment's gaze, Akaise simply stood in front to block the leader from reaching her.*\n\n*Hopefully that crystal wouldn't do something upon contact...*\n```Akaise casts Plasma Shot. -5 mana. 34.5/100 mana remaining.\nAkaise regains 3.5 mana. 38/100 mana remaining.```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Hitoshi, to say the least, is out of the battle. Her chainmail wouldn't completely protect her, and the speartip punctures her chest, smashing through a rib and barely missing her heart and vital arteries and veins. The spear would have traveled further though, had it not faced the slightest amount of resistance from the kitsune's chest. Yes, being a girl saved her.*\n\n*Meanwhile, the leader is disabled via arrow and fireball to the thigh, and Akaise is able to easily launch a Plasma shot towards the leader's neck as well as smashing him into the crystal. It shatters due to the impact, but nothing more. Oh, and the shards also impale the leader's neck.*\n```Hitoshi, to say the least, is fucked.\nLeader is dead!" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi can manage little more than feeble, desperate gasps for air as her eyes begin to water and her mouth continues to leak blood.\n\nIt's funny. Hitoshi thought she was okay with dying, hell, she thought she deserved it at times. If only she (well, he at the time) were put through this agonising pain, he'd understand that no, he didn't want this. Nobody wanted this.*\n\n*The Gods either took pity on Hitoshi this \"Fine\" Day or felt as though she was worth redeeming, as her unwanted change in sex had... Well, she was alive thanks to it. Had she still been a man, it could've been an instant death. Hitoshi wonders just how lucky she is to be alive despite her... Unintelligent choice in gear.*\n\n*...Or at least, she would be. If she wasn't too busy desperately gasping for air, finding herself crying in pain for the first time in her life since the kitsune was a child.*" }, { "author": "felplume", "message": "*Akaise took a final glance at the leader of the cult. He was dead. The cult had been destroyed. They won.*\n\n*Still, there were more important things than victory right now.*\n\n*Akaise kneeled down beside Hitoshi, leaning closer to observe the severity of her wounds. With a simple tap, her visor disappeared, allowing Hitoshi to see her face for the first time. Due to the kitsune's night vision, her sky blue eyes and moonlight-white hair — as well as her concerned, almost frightened expression — would be rendered in a monochrome light.*\n\n*The girl took a few deep breaths. Her attempt to compose herself was rather visible — no matter what happened, she couldn't let her see the fear in her eyes. Though the spear had pierced her body, she seemed to still be alive. Thank the gods.*\n\n*It was only a short time before the wizard realized something. After a Spearshot was summoned, there was only a short duration before it disappeared, fading away into nothingness. When its duration ended, the position where it had been in was replaced with empty space.*\n\n*This meant that after a few seconds, the spear preventing her from bleeding out instantly would be gone. Once that happened...*\n\n***Hitoshi would be dead.***\n\n*No.. She couldn't let that happen. Even if the Kitsune's survival should be impossible, the young wizard refused to let her die. After all they had done on this mission...*\n\n\"It's... It's going to be okay. I'm going to get you out of here, alright?\"\n\n*Akaise picked Hitoshi up into her arms, holding her gently in a bridal carry. Her two bottom tentacles grabbed the shields that had been left behind after her severed top tentacles had disappeared.*\n\n*She looked over at Thistle, checking if she was still unconscious. If she was, she would have to use her two tentacles to wrap around her, carrying the woman on her back. She couldn't just leave her behind, after all.*\n\n*After doing all she needed to do, Akaise headed out of the temple entrance.*" } ]

[ { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "*Matsuko walks into a small settlement in the territory of Tiksak, they'd have only come here as they have seen a bounty to be claimed. Apparently they had sent their fastest member to run to the town Matsuko had been in previously, requesting for an adventurer to put some rowdy bunch of bandits nearby in their place. This shouldn't be too difficult for a trained combatent, however due to many misfortunante events, everyone with some form of training is either injured, dead, or too old to fight. It isn't very apt to them bandits, more like violent troublemakers, hopefully they'll either run away or be captured after a quick battle. If Matsuko were to ask around about them, they'd find out that the bandits lodge in the woods nearby, in an abandoned cabin.*" }, { "author": "Matsuko Zalar", "message": "*As Matsuko had arrived to the location, he immediately wanted to talk to the townsfolk about the bandits' location. As he walked around town, he would talk to one of the civilians.* \n\n\"Uhm excuse me, sir. I'm Matsuko and I was sent to eliminate the bandits that was said to be here. Do you know their location?\" \n\n*He would patiently wait for the civilian's answer and he looked around to pass time.*" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"Ah, you've heard about our request? Just east of here in an abandoned cabin, I think a woodsman used to live there, dunno where he went when the bandits made their home there. Anyways, they aren't too strong, probably a little cowardly, defeat one and they all run away, you know the type?\" *The civillian would say, he doesn't make it seem like the bandits are much of a threat, rather they are probably a nuisance to them, of course they would cause harm which is why they have sent out a bounty for them.*" }, { "author": "Matsuko Zalar", "message": "\"Mhm. I know the type. Well, thank you for your aid, kind civilian!\" \n\n*He would smile and continue his adventure. He would look up at the sky.* \n\n*'Daylight is burning, I should hurry.'* \n\n*Matsuko would make his way east, towards the abandoned cabin. After walking he would soon reach the cabin. He did not approach it yet, he wanted to hide behind a tree and scout the cabin at first. As he hid, he tried to see how many bandits there were and their equipment.*" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "*Matsuko would lay her eyes on the cabin, it would've definitely seen better days, but it seems homey. There would be a bandit chopping wood, he would be talking to another, a gruff lad* \"Did you see their faces when we beat up the last of their guards, priceless!\" *The other guy would look annoyed but doesn't shut him up, he would have a club and crossbow, armor wise he'd only have linen armor, maybe 15 layers. The person chopping wood would obviously have an axe, but he also has a knife, he only has boiled leather armor. It should be assumed that there is another bandit inside the cabin, but once you start the fighting, the third one would likely be alerted.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Matsuko Zalar", "message": "*Matsuko had forgotten about the clubman's crossbow and as it launched he figured he wouldn't have enough time to do anything about it so he would focus on the bandit approaching him. He quickly acted and tried deflect his spear by knocking it out of the bandit's hands. If it worked, he would try to make a counterattack towards the bandit by immediately casting an empowerment spell and swing his greatsword back with the momentum from his deflection. He would've delivered a strong downward blow, just like before.*\n\n```Regained 7 Mana, Empowered Strike Casted, 5 Mana Used, 94 Mana Left. 94/120. Stone Skin - 1 Turn , Herculean Strength - 3 Turns.```" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "*The bolt would fire and pierce Matsuko's earth armor, but wouldn't make it to the flesh, so no injury here folks. Matsuko attempts to use his free hand to knock the spearmans spear out of his hand, however the best he could do was redirect it out of the path of getting stabbed, though the counter-attack would prove to be effective. With great strength Matsuko swings downwards with his sword at the spearmans head, it hits, the spearman is dead.* \"Oh god! Oh god! I surrender!\" *The clubman would yell.*" }, { "author": "Matsuko Zalar", "message": "*After his attack he would slide his greatsword out of the spearman and thrust it into the ground, the blood dripping down the blade's tip. He would sit down and look up at the bandit. He sighs.*\n\n\"Look. I don't want any more bloodshed. I was just sent here to get rid of you guys but if you agree to come with me, I'll spare you. You can change your ways and become a better person.\"\n\n*After sitting down for a minute, he would wait for his answer and sheathe his greatsword.*\n\n```94/120. Stone Skin - Expired , Herculean Strength - 2 Turns.```" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"Of course of course!\" *The clubman drops his club, crossbow, and all of his bolts. He then... Uh follows Matsuko back to the village, I guess. The other two bodies, laying there, lifelessly, the clubman takes one more look at them and then mutters something Matsuko cannot hear.*\n\n**Quest Complete**\n7 Gold to Matsuko\n4 UP to Matsuko" } ]

[ { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*The market was a perfect place for many in need of equipment replaced and repaired to be. Mox finding his way here after another job finished, having been hired by a merchant on their way to Mentian in need of a bit of security the job went without an issue until the last leg of the journey. Having run into bandits just a few miles off from the city one two things where clear to Mox now that he was here. The first being it was time to restock arrows, the second being it was time for a new cloak.*\n\n*Having set himself up in an inn for the next few nights while he restocks the only equipment he brought to the market today was his armor and his short sword just in case something happened. The Crossfox Canifor currently standing in front of a stall selling weaponry as he takes stock of the arrows for sale. Picking up one to poke at the arrowhead, broad heads where his usual go to but the strange shape and teeth on the arrows he had been offered did interest him. Till he had been given details on the price. Scowling as he sets the arrow down and moves to head for another stall.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*The centaur soon noticed the young canifor, remarking in surprise on seeing another beastkin in the mainly Macen Mentia, and approached him with a wave.*\n\"Excuse me sir, apologies to bother you - I was wondering if you would be interested in a taste test?\"\n*He asked, shaking the basket gently as he cantered over.*" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox was already on his way to the next stall when he hears someone call out to him. Immediately out of reflex his right hand goes to rest on the short sword at his right hip, the Canifor's ears perking up and swiveling just a hairs breath before his muzzle turns to look at the centaur.*\n\n*Shock first played across his features. Another beastkin, and this one didnt look like a slave unlike the ones he saw in a few other lands.* \"Oh. Hello.\" *He greets awkwardly as he turns his attention to them, eyeing the basket curiously for a moment.* \"What is this?\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*Circine noticed the move of Mox's hand to his sword, tensing up a little at the anticipation of a drawn weapon, but relaxed again as he greeted him.*\n\"Hello there, yes - I've made some rations, but I've tried salting them this time. I've tried them myself, and I'd say they taste fine - but I want to make sure they taste fine to others as well, so I can share them on missions...\"\n*He explained, picking up a piece of celery and taking a bite out of it, cocking his head at Mox curiously.*\n\"Are you from around here, sir? I haven't seen many of your kith before.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox sizes up Circine, taken off guard at the offer of the rations as he stares for a second.* \"No point in not trying.\" *He answers, why pass up free food? Why would they want to poison someone right here in the middle of a crowd?*\n\n*Picking up the piece of celery he takes a bite out of it just as the question is answered. Deciding to chew instead of talk with a mouth full and finishes before answering.* \"Not usually a greens fan but I like it, and nah. Just passing through. Came in with one of the caravans as hired muscle to keep bandits off them.\" *By the condition of his equipment he probably did face some bandits, that or the elements were unkind as the dull shine of metal plates could be seen where the cloth covering of his brigandine had been sliced or torn. Another thing he needed repaired.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"Oh, good!\"\n*He beamed happily, closing the basket and attaching it to one of the metal hoops on his back, tapping his chin thoughtfully at Mox's second statement.*\n\"Hm, I see. The paths have been quite dangerous recently... I don't often have trouble with bandits - most are simply too weak to ambush me without getting knocked aside as I ride.\"\n*He explained with a chuckle, stamping his strong front legs to make a point.*\n\"I assume you'll be making quite a few repairs, from the state of your armour. I'm heading off to get some of my caparison repaired as well, so perhaps we'll be walking the same direction a while.\"\n*He chuckled again, wearing a gentle expression. Usually, the centaur was cold towards others, out of habit after meeting so few strangers throughout his life in his tribe. But he couldn't bring himself to show contempt for beastkin.*" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "\"You wouldnt happen to know the area and a merchant selling decent arrows for cheap? I'll even take just the heads at this point.\" *Mox asks as the Canifor sets in beside the centaur, letting them take the lead. He recalled something one of the elders of his tribe taught him. A Canifor's fangs were strong but you never disrespect a centaur within striking distance or an open field. This one seemed rather interesting, Mox having no issue sharing the road with them.* \n\n\"How are these lands when it comes to our own? When I passed through the lands of the elves they seemed rather wary of me, even refused service at times.\"" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"That would be one of my most frequent stops, actually. These blunt easily, and aren't effective for hunting unless sharp, so I've found a suitable fletcher for the job, yes.\"\n*Circine responded, gesturing down the left fork in the pathway, leading down towards the town square. \n\nChanging his gait to keep in line with Mox, he recalled his own stories from his village - legends of beastmen warriors riding into battle upon centaur cavalry, both entered into a life bond as fellow men-at-arms. These stories had enraptured him and his kin, each and every one of them fantasising about their true companion. \n\nPerhaps Circine would find that person one day, but he doubted it would be soon.*\n\"The Macen are far wiser than the Silnaria when it comes to these things - never have I been turned away from a Macen vendor if I had the coin. Of course, not everyone shares this sentiment, but it is quite the opposite of Elven thought.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"That is what I fear I will become if I persue such motivations... But for now, I shall keep to my own - let those of greater moral fibre lead something like that.\"\n*He concluded, his expression brightening as they moved the conversation along. Having finished his pleasantries and bartering with the shopkeep, the centaur cantered over to Mox, picking up a bodkin arrow and examining it as he spoke.*\n\"Have you found anything you like? The fletcher here does great piercing arrows.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox goes to prick his finger with one of the arrow heads on displace. Applying just enough force to see if it would even cut him at a bit of pressure. Silently judgiing it for a few moments before giving a nod in confirmation.* \"These will do. I don't expect my arrows to last very long so piercing really isn't necessary.\" *Gathering a handful of the arrows he heads up to pay for them at the shopkeep himself, counting out the coins before handing them over.* \"I'm not sure if there are any who fit that at the moment. Those I've found who try are those who become monsters.\" *He calls over his shoulder to his current centaur companion as he collects the things he has purchased, stopping before deciding on picking up a second bowstring. Never know when it could be useful, or when his first may break.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "\"Ah yes, the abyss and that sort... You pick up some literature as you travel, and I'll confess I enjoyed the more esoteric texts.\"\n*He replied with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his head as he twirled the arrow between his fingers. While he understood and greed with Mox's sentiment, the centaur couldn't help but feel unsatisfied with such a sedentary approach. But, he thought to himself, such ambitions were not for him - at least not yet.*\n\"What else did you need- And pardon my rudeness, I don't believe we exchanged names. I am Circine, son of Haracene.\"\n*He introduced himself at last hastily, giving a slight bow as he held his arm across his chest.*" } ]

[ { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "\"Rare metals huh. Wonder if those rare metals could be useful in making some new gear.\" *Mox picks up the pace to follow Circine, now interested in seeing just exactly what they were talking about with these rare metals. That is till he notices the door and stops short of it.* \"Huh. Never thought I'd see something like this in a workshop, usually these are for keeping enemies out.\"" }, { "author": "retro109", "message": "\"Oh, them doors? We have a lot ah' volatile materials n' here. So it's more of a blast door - if that makes sense.\"\n*The journeyman explained with a nervous chuckle, side-eyeing a pair of his cohorts, carefully moving a glowing molten blade from an anvil to the quenching basin.*" }, { "author": "Circine Katale", "message": "*Circine laughed along, pushing open the door with a heave as the huge thing's joints creaked, the room beyond seeming to be a small office - nothing fancy, with the bare minimum for an office to function - with a few similar metal doors leading off on the other two walls. The last wall had a large window, providing the only source of light directly onto the desk. Beside the darkwood desk, a small, stout, bearded man was fumbling with a burlap backpack, his tough build grumbling quietly as he moved things strewn across the floor into the bag. \n\nThe centaur approached slowly, knowing how loud his trots could be, even on the thin carpet. He raised a hand in greeting, and spoke in a far less commanding voice than before.*\n\"Sir smith? I was directed here by one of your apprentices, are you busy?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Luck wasn't exactly with Ingvar in recent years. The loss of his lords land and his title becoming secondary - a landless knight without a lord to pledge himself to. He finds himself currently in a tavern - not a well reputable one, that's for sure. The amount of bar fights he's seen from his corner booth in the 20 - 30 minutes he's been here is astounding - and one would not be blamed for mistaking this for a wrestling pit instead of a tavern. Regardless he's been waiting on someone who supposedly has information on a nearby bandit camp - a bandit who deserted after he got sick and tired of the leaky roof... It doesn't seem like he's arrived yet, which gives him plenty of time to prepare." }, { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "Ingvar drums his fingers on the table as he waits. His eyes are cast down upon one of his academic books on fortifications. Despite the place being a tavern, he drinks water to keep his head clear for the task ahead. He places no bets on any of the fights and stays in his corner of the room, ready to run at a moment's notice if a fight comes his way. He quietly reads to himself about how to take down various forts, but also how to rebuild them." }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The book isn't nearly as helpful as he wished it was. It always mentions things in semi-vague terms, almost as if it expects the reader to have some knowledge about siege craft and fortification beforehand. It always mentions the widespread usage of engineers and soldiers - which he has neither of currently. It mostly talks about siege tactics and how best to deal with an attack/siege when fortifications are not finished. Along with other tactical strategies. \n\nEventually a man walks into the tavern, his face gaunt and pale white. He slowly makes his way to the table - his head darting about as if he were a bird. Once he reaches the booth he awkwardly slides onto the bench opposite of Ingvar. One last glance to his left and right gives him the confidence to lean forwards and place his hands on the table top asking quietly \"You're Ingvar right?\"" }, { "author": ".soban", "message": "IL Ingvar shuts the book when his name is called out. Not particularly pleased with the content of the book. It's given him some idea of siege tactics, but nothing he's sure he can immediately apply.\n\n\"I am.\" He answers. \"I take it you're my contact then?\" Ingvar stuffs the book back into his pack and offers a gloved hand to his new acquaintance. \"Nice to meet you.\"" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "His eyes focus upon his gloved hand for a brief moment before looking away. He doesn't reach his own hand out to shake his as he licks his chapped lips and asks \"You have the silver right? You haven't told anyone right?\" He sounds extremely uncertain, and if the tapping of his foot and the bead of sweat running down the side of his face was any signal he seems exceptionally nervous. A small crunch can be heard as one of the wrestlers breaks a chair over another. The crowd cheers but it makes the man jump in his seat and causes another round of scanning the room." }, { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "\"No. Of course not.\" Ingvar reaches into his coin purse, but he doesn't pull out silver. Instead, he pulls out three gold coins and slowly slides them across the table. \"Consider this a payment made in good faith.\" He says with a smile. \"I hope that this is acceptable?\"" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He eyes the gold greedily and snatches the coins up, biting into them with his teeth and grinning when he notices the imprint that they leave. He drops them into a sack on his right side before he looks around once more and leans in closely stating \"The tower is along the main road, go down some distance - it should be visible in the far off distance. Placed upon a hill, smoke should becoming from nearby - not out of it. You didn't hear this from me.\" Before Ingvar has a chance to respond he bolts up and out of the establishment..." }, { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "Ingvar sighs. He didn't even get a chance to ask about how many men there would be or their training and arms. The bandits could be deserters for all he knows. Nonetheless, he gathers his things and leaves inn.\n\nOnce outside, Ingvar unhitches his horse and promptly hops on. The wandering knight turns his noble steed around and starts making his way to the tower, checking for any signs of smoke." }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Cantering out of the city Ingvar eventually sees the hill in the distance - a tower in not-so-good repair seems to be placed atop it. A smoke stack not too far away from it can be spotted as well. Clouds have begun to gather in the sky and despite it being mid-noon it seems far darker then it should be. Regardless it will take roughly half an hour at full speed on horse back to reach the tower..." }, { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "The clouds in the sky make him sigh, it'll take a while to reach the tower. But it'll be worth it to have this tower in his possession. Of course, he'll have to find a way to keep out squatters. But that'll come later when he reaches the place. His spurs dig into his horse and he gets it moving faster." }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The horse goes from a canter to a full on gallop in a matter of minutes. As the tower comes closer and closer into view its state of disrepair becomes readily apparent. One would wonder how desperate a person would have to be to setup home in such a decrepit ruin. There's a roof, with more holes in it then swiss cheese. The stone work looks about as sturdy as a house made of straw, and any wood work within is likely just as bad as the stonework or roof. No wonder the deserts are nominally camping outside. Infact they've set up a small camp - three tents, and a campfire a fair distance away from the tower itself. Which upon further inspection seems like it may be prone to collapse if a particularly bad storm hits it. The door lays slightly ajar on its hinges and peaking inside reveals a room that seems to be a complete mess - much of the floor above it seems to have caved in..." }, { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "Ingvar looks around the crumbling tower. He knew it'd be in disrepair, he didn't think it'd be so bad. Fixing it will cost a good chunk of gold. Parts of it will almost certainly need to be patched up with wood as a cost saving measure. He looks over to the camp. Ingvar walks over to his horse and fishes his helmet off of his mount before he puts it on and makes his way over to the camp.\n\n\"Which one of you is in charge around here?\" He asks when he gets to the camp." }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Upon approaching the camp something seems to be off... It's empty, more or less. But not in the \"We just left and took our things\" But in the \"They just up and disappeared.\" The fire is just smoldering coals, what seems to have been a meal at one point now just a charred mess. One of the tents has a massive hole torn in its right half - inside is a mess, straw pillows torn to shreds bedding strewn about. No signs of death, but this camp is eerily quiet. Upon further inspection what looks to be deep cuts in the earth move towards the forest in the distance..." }, { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "Slowly, Ingvar draws his trusty longsword from its sheath and makes his way towards the forest, following the deep cuts. He's starting to think that his contact was worried for an entirely different reason." }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The air is full of silence with each step he takes towards the forest. Soon however, he feels an increase in moisture in the air before the quiet but growing piter patter of rain can be heard. The wetness from the raindrops soaks into any exposed clothing - hope he doesn't mind being cold and wet! Though luckily for him, there isn't much distance from here to the forest canopy. Upon entering the forest the deep cuts in the earth seem to have changed into rather large... Bear prints." }, { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "Looking down at the prints, he sighs. And here was hoping it'd just be bandits. Still, he steps into the forest and moves deeper, following the prints. But the lack of any blood or bodies is curious. Presumably the bandits fled, but why not into the tower? Too ruined? Where could they have gone?" } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "As Lorenz creeps through the forest he overhears a conversation \"Can't we go back to camp? The bear's clearly gone...\", \"Shut the hell up, do you want it to return later and eat you as you rest? I don't!\" Obstructed by some bushes Ingvar notices two bandits walking far ahead of him - following the same tracks he is. They seem to be decently equipped, simple gambesons with light mail over-top and open faced conical skull caps. They carry medium sized round shields and short spears with short swords sheathed at their sides. They have not spotted Lorenz yet." }, { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "Ingvar sees no need to intervene. If the bandits fight the bear and live, then he can easily sweep the survivors aside. Instead, he slowly follows behind them and keeps a decent distance so that his armour doesn't give him away. He keeps to the bushes, looking down to make sure he doesn't step on any branches that could alert them." }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He manages to succeed in staying far enough away to avoid being detected - though he's far too distant to hear anything they may be saying, and can barely keep up with them. Soon however, after what feels like hours of trailing them they come upon what looks to be a large cave made of rock in the side of a cliff-face. The two bandits enter the cave, and even after an hour of waiting they do not return..." }, { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "The hour passes and Ingvar sighs. Slowly, he starts to make his way into the cave with his sword drawn and at the ready. He's got a bad feeling that this bear might be more than just a simple bear. He can only hope it's been weakened by the bandits." } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Walking up to the mouth of the cave Ingvar notices that it goes *Far* Deeper then he anticipated. If he wants to go any deeper then say twenty four feet he'd better have a source of light - no one in their right mind would go face to face with a potential bear in the total dark after-all. As for the immediate area around the cave, it does not seem to have anything of interest besides wild bushes and grass." }, { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "Ingvar huffs at the deep cave. All he wanted to do was clear the place out of bandits. Not slay a bloody bear. Not having a decent source of light, he goes to check the camp and see if they have any torches or a tinderbox he can use." }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Heading back to the camp is quite a hike and he nearly gets lost in the woods on his way back. The ground is completely soaked and it is still raining, luckily for him he's wearing a helmet and his horse reduces the amount of time he's outdoors so he doesn't get completely soaked. The camp may be in disarray but many of the objects still remain here, and it doesn't take him very long to find the tinder box used to start the fire. No torches though, but that isn't very surprisingly. One doubts that those bandits would spend the night doing anything other then likely sleeping." }, { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "Ingvar takes the tinder box and rips a bit of cloth from the tent before heads back into the forest to find a heavy branch that he can use. Once he makes his way back to the mouth of the cave he lights up the torch with the tinderbox and enters with his sword drawn." }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The makeshift torch should work, not overly well mind you but it will do the job. One should not expect it however to stand up to any harsh winds or sudden movements. With torch in hand he's able to see far deeper into the cave - it goes on for some time. Eventually he sees the first sign of battle - that being blood smeared on the walls and floor of the tunnel..." }, { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "Ingvar was wondering if maybe he should just leave the tunnel. The bandits had all been killed or fled. The tower was now his, probably. But he had to wonder what kind of bear did this. And if there was anything the bandits had to recoup his loss. He'd overpaid heavily as a show of good faith. And now he was starting to regret it. He pressed on." }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He follows the blood trail deeper into the cave. Eventually he comes upon a gruesome sight. The first thing he notices is the large pool of blood in the middle of the cavern that he has just entered, alongside how the ground is painted a crimson red. The next thing he notices is the dismembered corpses of the bandits, stripped naked and of all the flesh on their bones. A deformed looking man hunched over eating their flesh like it was the last supper! He looks up to regard Ingvar, white milky eyes blink at him as the creature bares sharpened teeth and snarls at him..." }, { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "Well, that certainly wasn't a bear. What Ingvar had witnessed was nothing less than disgusting. Indeed, he was tempted to retch at the sight. But he managed to hold it in and keep his sword ready. \"Come and die.\" He growled. The beast would have a harder time sinking its teeth into his armour. He just hoped it would charge and he could cut it down." } ]

[ { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "Ingvar's hands and sword glows red as he casts an empowered strike. He waits for the beast to get closer as it leaps to him and he sticks out his sword to stab it, putting his weight into it so he can try to impale the creature on his blade and end the fight in one stroke." }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He curls his wrist inwards as he brings his fist up to his chest waiting for the perfect timing as the beast flies through the air. Just went it's 3/4ths of the way to him, he thrusts at an angle upwards into the chest of the ghoul. The blade cuts into the pale white flesh and the force from the creature and gravity make it all the easier. A sickening crack can be heard as the ribs break under the force sending shards of bone into the creatures lungs and heart, mortally wounding it. However since the beast is still... Moving through the air that means the body of its soon to be lifeless corpse collides into Ingvar sending him sprawling to the ground with a bleeding and now mostly dead corpse of some hideous fiend ontop of him. Save for a few bruises from the collision he seems to have been unscathed by the encounter. Though his armor is probably going to smell like shit for some time... Also, thankfully for him the ghoul isn't too heavy so it's not like he's pinned." }, { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "Ingvar lifts the corpse off of him with a grunt. He's had worse than this. He promptly grabs his sword and stabs the throat to ensure it's dead. With that out of the way, he starts to search around the corpses. Or, what's left of them, to see if they have any money or valuables he can salvage and sell." }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He finds two rusted short swords made of iron - not the best but they might fetch a pretty penny to a desperate enough garrison. The armor is in complete taters - he'd be better off using them as compost then as something to sell. Besides that it doesn't appear like there's much of any valuables. However, out of the corner of his eye he notices the light flickering from his torch bouncing off something shiny. A pile of refuse and gore mixed in with likely the unfortunate goods of past victims... One would have to be truly desperate for coin to delve into such a refuse for profit." }, { "author": "Ingvar Lorenz", "message": "A shame that Ingvar overspent. He sighs at the fact that armour is in tatters. But the piles of refuse and gore does catch his eyes. \"Ugh. Disgusting.\" He says, trying to pull whatever it is mixed in by pinching his fingers. He's going to have clean this off for sure. Hopefully there's somewhere he can bathe nearby..." } ]

[ { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*The knight knew one thing now: She was sick of hiking. While Elias wasn't bad at long journeys through mountains and forests, the growling from her stomach and the mild headache she was beginning to experience made the journey all that less enjoyable. As the plates of her cuirass clinked softly against each other, she took a moment to regain her bearings; finding a hill within the trees to survey the area.*\n\"All these forests look the same... There's the church, at least.\"\n*Her voice came out ragged, yet smooth as always, taking a deep breath and resting a hand on the hilt of her longsword. Pulling a strand of her ashen hair from her eyes, Elias noticed a decidedly unprofessional kill laying near a tree a few yards from her. \"Could be anything\" She thought, yet it put her on edge nonetheless...*" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "*Manon's attention shifted to the knight. She wouldn't have noticed by the sun reflecting off her sword blinded Manon briefly. Maybe this knight could show her some method. Manon walked over to the knight, keeping her distance incase they had some personal grudge against Vampires.*\n\n\"Excuse me, can you show me some ways around a knife? I'm pretty bad and I end up cutting myself all the time.\" \n\n*She didn't really know the best way to ask the question. \"Hi, Can you show me how to kill things?\" Seemed rather suspicious and unorthodox. Despite Manon's clean appearance with pale skin and recently washed black hair that dropped to her chin. The vampire's fingernails had plenty of mud underneath, proof of her time spent digging for roots.*" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*The knight's eyes would narrow at the stranger, surprised to see someone paler than herself in this sun-soaked region. Her hand gripped her handle a little tighter as she weighed her up, answering the question with a soft wariness.*\n\"What for, exactly...? Hunting? You should learn that sort of thing before you take a kill...\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon blinked at the knight a few times, can she read minds? She never heard of such magic before. She thought really hard about what she really wanted. Maybe this knight could read that as well. If her suspicions were correct, she'd know that Manon was very hungry right now.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*Elias gave the stranger a moment to think, giving her ample time to size her up more effectively. While she wasn't weak, the stranger seemed not prepared for combat. Her muscles were undefined, her frame lighter than most labourers she'd seen. But she was wandering about the forest... She jolted her longsword an inch out and back into her scabbard, making an intimidating CLICK! As it settled.*\n\"I can show you... But you'll need something to kill cleanly with.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Well I don't have anything on me.\" *She didn't mention that the only times she could capture anything was in the woods as well. Sometimes if an animal was near a tree or bush in grasslands she could tangle them but other than that, she was useless in hunting.* \"Can you just show me? Do you know how to hunt?\"" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"I have nothing for hunting on me... Shall we head into town, then? Buy a hunting weapon and maybe something to eat...\"\n*The knight offered, entirely disarmed by the young woman. She gave a small chuckle as her stomach churned, sighing and inspecting the horizon once more.*\n\"See the church? Should be near the town's edge, if we're near where I think we are...\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Uhm, I'm not entirely hungry right now but I guess I could give you company.\" *Turning her head to look for a church but couldn't see any building with a cross. Was this knight lost? Turning back to the Knight once more* \"I think there might be a bakery nearby, I can smell bloo. Er, bread nearby\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"Blue bread? Might want to avoid that sort of stuff, mould isn't good for you...\"\n*She'd caution, missing the Freudian slip entirely as they wandered towards the building on the horizon. The knight gave a few glances to her new companion, still trying to work out her intentions.*\n\"What's you name, dear? I realise we haven't made introductions.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"My name is Manon, I'm a healer.\" *She leaned forward in a small bow to the knight. She was feeling rather hungry but she needed to learn how to use a knife properly before catching what she needed.* \"Have you been a knight for long?\"" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"Elias. A pleasure, Ms. Manon. As to your question, it depends what you mean. How long have I been a vassal to a liege-lord? For no seasons have I had such an honour. How long have I donned armour and fought like a noble? Many moons, about twelve now... And to you? How long have you been in your profession?\"\n*She'd reply with a weak, hollow smile, the topic of her past still aching her heart. The bow was returned with an elaborate one of her own - unique to Irtutian nobles, sparse as they were.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I guess since I was a little girl, I've always wanted to heal people and protect. Just not in the way you do, I suppose.\" *Manon turned her back and started to walk towards the market place. It wasn't anything like in the city but it had supplies which was good enough.* \"Do you enjoy what you do?\" *She looked over her shoulder as she asked the question, facial expressions told a lot these days.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Sheesh she thought to herself. A part of Manon made her wonder if she was the one had done something to the knight. The giggle and smile of Elias quickly cleared her conscious though. She wouldn't normally come to a place as lively as this one though. The last time she had been in a tavern someone spotted her fangs and she had to flee. Slowly Manon approached the Tavern with Elisa, making sure her mouth remained closed this time.* \"Uh situation?\" *Losing track as to what was going on, Did she accidentally enlist herself in something again? It wouldn't be the first time she found herself accompanying someone on something dangerous.* \"Are we hunting something?\"" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*The knight said nothing as she led her inside, pushing open the heavy doors slowly, the warm cacophany inside growing loud as they moved deeper. They of course garnered looks, some of curiosity, some of shock, some simply drunkards squinting at whatever moved. Elias would soon stop in the more sparsely populated area, sitting at one of the booths and motioning to Manon to sit.*\n\"Take a seat, anywhere will do. This is the best spot in here, nice and quiet compared to that madness...\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She took a seat with her shoulder brushing against the wall. It was obvious that she didn't particularly like crowded places. It was true that they were further away from everyone. Whenever a person walked past their booth she would eye them warily. Her elbow touched the hard wooden table as her right hand cupped side of her face. She was trying to cover her mouth from anyone who might pass by, subconscious of her fangs.* \"I don't want to sound rude but let's eat and leave quickly.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"I feel the same... This place is busier than usual...\"\n*The knight muttered in concurrence, balling a gauntleted fist and pressing her cheek against it as her eyes darted through the crowd. A few cutthroats had already recognised her and made attempts on her life, though from where they knew her was unclear... A bounty from her family? It mattered little...*\n\"While we're here, tell me something about you? I will reciprocate, of course, and considering we want to leave soon it doesn't have to be much.\"\n*She struck up with a lilt in her voice, her expression softening as she giggled gently.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She was a little confused as to why the inquiry. Half of her wished she didn't approach this warrior, it seemed unlikely that they were going to teach her how to use a knife. The other half hoped she was an amazing teacher.* \n\"Uh. I'm a healer. Kinda.\" *Although she could heal the majority of wounds. Although she could also find plants to sooth food poisoning and other sicknesses. Nobody wanted a fanged freak like her around.* \"I do the best I can with the doctors in the local, find medicinal herbs for them and such.\" *Normally someone would sound more proud of this profession, but when Manon spoke she sounded distant instead of happy.* \n\"I'm not very interesting.\" *Manon caught herself picking at the wooden table with her finger nail instead of actually looking at the person she spoke to.*" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"A healer, hm? Any healing magic? One of my younger cousins from the Silnarian heartlands used quite powerful stuff, could heal whole limbs...\"\n*Elias mused for a few moments, grimacing at her last statement and shaking her head.*\n\"There's a spark in every stone, a wise man once told me. Maybe *You* Don't find yourself too thrilling, but people will. I'm quite interested in your story, dear... You strike me as peculiar, in a good way.\"\n*She giggled again, this time with an embarrassed twinge as she called for a waiter, rattling off her order and addressing Manon*\n\"Meat, veg or fish?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Plenty of healing magic, actually I was top of my class in..\" *Her voice trailed off as everyone in her class was killed, including the parents and teachers.* \"It doesn't matter.\" *She traced lazy circles into the table as she spoke. She didn't really enjoy talking about herself due to her lack of confidence in herself these past few years.* \"Vegi please.\" *She was feeling pretty hungry though it wasn't for plants. She had plenty of time before she needed to feed off another creature's life, hopefully enough time time learn what she needed and part ways with the knight.* \"It's your turn, tell me about yourself.\"" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*The knight would relay the order to their waiter, giving a habitual wink as she turned back to Manon - missing the blush and the shake of the head as the boy left them. She tapped the table with a slow, hypnotic rhythm, eyes hollowing as the memories of her past washed over her once more.*\n\"Ser Elias Alicia Bluedove, 3rd Marque-heir of the Bluedove Household, loyal to the Silnarian empire... Or at least I was, a long while ago. My grandmother might have liked that too, but such is cold fate. In truth, I'm not a salt-grain's worth of that title. Bastard daughter of an affair, to some deadbeat mercenary...\"\n*Her expression was anything but pleasant, storm clouds forming around her brow as she reminisced.*\n\"Sorry, I've said too much... You don't make many friends, wandering. Sometimes it... Just kind of comes out...\"\n*She'd give one last chuckle - this one cold, through glazed eyes - before falling silent.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She knew all too well how lonely wandering around could be. As much as Manon would love to be apart of a group, she was afraid that she'd lose control and kill the people she considered her friends.* \"I'm sorry.\" *She didn't know asking would open older wounds for the knight. Emotional injuries were not something she could heal, even if she wanted to ease the pain of the past. From the corner of her eye she noticed the server from earlier making his way back with some food. Leaning back into her booth and placing her hands in her lap to provide a free place for her food. Her attention shifted from the young man and onto the wall beside her, focusing on nothing in particular. Once her plate was lowered she gave her gratitude in a form of a thanks to him, still without looking his direction.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"Not at all, it was a pleasure, believe it or not. Now, about that hunting lesson...\"\n*She'd giggle softly once more, rising from her seat and dropping a few silvers in the centre of their table, hailing a Silnarian 'thank you' to the staff, receiving a stilted Irtutian response. Grimacing a little, thinking she was close enough to the Elven capital to warrant a dialect change, she motioned to Manon go follow her outside.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon didn't know if now was the best time to remind the knight that it was really just knife lessons she needed, not so much the whole hunting one. She didn't say anything though, this would technically give her the chase to feed. She too rose from the booth and gave the staff a curtsy before following the knight.* \n\n\"Is it good to go hunting on such full stomachs?\" *The feeling of drowsiness crept over the vampire after a warm delicious meal.*" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"Full stomach gives you comfort, which keeps you calm. Hunting needs decent nerves. We'll hunt something, then I'll show you how to skin it.\"\n*She explained with a new spirit in her step, her expression brightening for the time being as they approached one of the small market stalls. A grizzled man sat upon a wooden stump in front of a bench, taking a flat-edge knife to a deer-pelt.*\n\"Huntin' equipment? We don't make bows n' arrows round these parts, everythin' we get comes in from town. Tribes folk come to trade some of their gear, so there should be some throwin' spears..\"\n*The man would grunt at her question of hunting, shuffling through a dusty box of long spears and crude weapons. He'd soon produce two bizarre javelins - attached to a sling fashioned from a flexible piece of branch. He'd make some room, then fling the branch in an overhead arc, the javelin rocketing through the air and hitting a tree nearby with a loud THUNK!*\n\"That'll hurt any decent game well enough, if'n you don't mind chasin' it a while.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She had enough of this, she should've said something much sooner. Now the conversation drifted to skinning animals, something she simply refused to be apart of. They were already at the hunter's stall and she held her tongue. Unlike the personal at the Tavern, Manon was too lost in thought to show gratitude to this man.* \n\n*Her hands balled into fists as she waited until now to speak.*\n \"I-I just want to know how to end it's suffering quickly! I don't want it's skin.\"\n *Manon probably sounded ridiculous because she hasn't explained her vampire situation. She looked like a simple girl who just wanted to mass execute animals right now.*\n \"I'm a.. I'm a Vampire.\" \n*She finally said, taking a step away from Elias in case the woman came for her head.* \"I don't want them to suffer when I eventually catch them..\"" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "*It was as if Elias imposed the silence that filled the air, the man raising a brow but shrugging and shuffling away - the problems of strangers was the last of his problems. The knight grabbed Manon by the arm, dragging her towards the forest, out of earshot of most of the village. Once they were sufficiently away, she'd push the girl away with a bark in her throat as she spoke.*\n\"With three words, a hundred mysteries would've been solved so much sooner... Animal blood won't sustain you, moonskin. Either you find a willing host, or you feed on whoever's closest. The third and fourth are harder options...\"\n*The last sentence carried a malevolent edge as she clicked her longsword in its scabbard, a broiling mix of pity and hatred in her once calm eyes. The hatred Elias felt for unnatural beasts was immense - for she saw herself as much the same. She stood still, not daring to move unless the vampire decided to drop this facade.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She had to jog to keep up, stumbling over her own feet as she was lead into the woods. 'This was a mistakes, this was a mistake' she told herself in her mind, her heart pounding in her ears. This was it, she was going to be cut down by the same person who just fed her delicious food. Suddenly she found herself reeling backwards, a total change of momentum from the forward jog. Once Elias started yelling Manon took a full step backwards, her focus shifting from her mouth to her sword.* \n\n\"I admit I should've said something sooner.. I- I struggle with my identity.\" *She raised her hands slowly above her head to indicate she wasn't going to attack. Though her preferred methods of combat didn't require steel.* \"In fact I'm a healer remember?\" *A purple aura glowed around her raised hands, the same aura that all faith magic had from the healers in the cities. She didn't lie about what she could do.* \"I've only bitten one person on accident, he's still alive and not turned. It was complicated..\" *She took another step backward, hoping to get out of Elias' range*" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"IDENTITY!? YOU ARE **CURSED. Sick...** It is a sickness of the mind, to accept such a monstrous state as part of yourself...\"\n*The knight stamped her dominant foot, grinding her teeth from the sheer rage as she roared. Her anger subsided as quickly as the winter breeze rose and fell around them, a deep and hollow sigh leaving her lips once more.*\n\"I don't know how to help you, Manon. A piercing weapon through the skull is the fastest way to kill any living thing, so pick up a javelin or a crossbow...\"\n*She daren't meet her gaze, still clicking her longsword nervously.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Leaned forward into a low bow in front of the knight. In appreciation for all the kindness she had showed in their short meeting.* \n\"Thank you for the Parsnip and the meal, I appreciate the acts of kindness you've shown me.\" \n*Her voice was wavering, clear droplets falling onto the ground as she held in her cry. Once she stood up she turned to face the woods, the one the knight said had mutilated corpse recently. She began walking, despite the warnings. She didn't feel the need to tell the knight it wasn't accepted, it was forced upon her. All she could do was offer a prayer to a deity she didn't believe that whatever stalked the woods wouldn't find her.*" }, { "author": "Ser Elias Bluedove", "message": "\"The Gods may not bless you, but I will... May you find salvation, dear. I mean it...\"\n*The last thing Elias said to the young girl this day would be barely audible, her emotions getting the better of her. Vampire or not, this was a girl near her age, and the knight had shunned her. But there was only so much she could tolerate... Settling by the tree, she began to mumble an old Irtutian war song, as she tried to forget the day for a while.*" } ]

[ { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_A wagon rolled on through the small town, ox-drawn. It shook as it went along the road with clinking inside. It stopped off to the side by a building. A creature hopped from the front, going along the wagons side. An insectoid being, shining green and maroon chitin. His mandibles clicked excitedly as he reached the back, checking the contents of his wagon._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Making his way through the town, an Elf wearing a pig mask would silently ride along the cobbled roads atop his horse. His gaze would shift to the different people, eyes falling upon a wagon being tended to by an individual that stuck out to him. A Qua? It wasn't often to come across them, at least for him anyways. Turning his horse to steer towards the person, Terrel would allow his curiosity to get the better of him as he'd gradually make his way over, the sound of hooves clopping signifying his approach.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka Feest checked over his stock of meats and such throughout the back of his wagon. Would he need any extra? Possibly, quite possibly. But for now, he was here just to show off his wares.\n\nSo when an elf began to approach, the Qua hailed them with a raised arm and a click of his mandibles._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would give simple wave in response, his horse slowing to a stop as he neared the Qua. He'd look the person over with a hidden gaze of curiosity before he'd glance over at the wagon he had instead.*\"Not everyday you get to see a Qua out here.\"*The Elf would eventually say.*\"Selling wares or just passing through?\"*It seemed he was asking the purpose for the wagon, whether it was a traveling shop or just a mobile home. He wasn't quite sure what the man could possibly be selling, but it didn't make him any less curious.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka kept his eyes upon the Elf as they closed the distance, his feet shuffling around beneath him as he turned to face the Elf. They posed a question, and the Qua glanced at his wagon, then back at Terrel._\n\n\"Passing through, perhaps to sell! Travelling cook, plenty of meals and recipes to be made. Perhaps get supplies for more recipes. Krikka Feest.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel's head would cock to the side at the mention of being a traveling cook. He's met quite a few cooks on his own travels, but most typically limited their cooking around dishes containing meat in them. At his introduction, Terrel would give a dip of his head before shifting to slide off his horse.*\"Terrel Bales.\"*He'd say in response, lightly grabbing onto his horse's lead and tugging him forwards.*\"A cook, eh? What kind of recipes do you have.\"" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka Feest lived up to his namesake... Sort of. Always attempting to create feasts for many, many people who came. Not many did, since he wasn't so well known. Even if he acted like he was._\n\n\"Lamb stews, pork rinds, cricket and rice, noodle soups. Many recipes, and still yearning to learn more!\" _One of those perhaps was odd, but don't worry. He only ever used small insects._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would raise an eyebrow as he mentioned each of the dishes, counting out all the ones with meat in them and bugs it seemed? Part of the Elf wondered if it would be wrong to consider it cannibalism in a way, so he simply decided not to critique the choice. It seemed like there were a lot of options still out there, so he would simply say:*\"Seems like you have a variety, ever tried out different making vegetable soups?\"*The Elf seemed to be suggesting it. At this rate, he might as well be suggesting this to every cook he comes across.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Truly, the insectiod had time to time experimented with vegetables... Yet he always was drawn to meats and spices. The things he could create, the recipes he could perfect. And also when it came to smaller insects, cannibalism never came to mind. Because no one brought it up, and they were to him animals. Little critters._\n\n\"Perhaps. I need to look into that more. I have made leek soup.\" _Simple, yet with the right touch, elegant. And with potatoes. That's what really made it. And sometimes a little bit of beef to add to the soup. Though that wouldn't be entirely vegetable soup then, now would it?_ \"You are one for vegetables?\" _He asked, assuming that was the reason that it was asked in the first place._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would nod, his mouth curling into a grin at the question.*\"That I am. I'm afraid I don't share the same interest in meat as, well every other person I come across.\"*He'd state. It was a bit refreshing to have someone who cooked vegetable meals without just having to go to a tavern. Perhaps the Elf could take him up on that while they were here for the short while. He had the extra free time at least.*\"Is it up for sale?\"*He'd ask in reference to the leek soup. It wouldn't be bad to get a quick meal for now before he had to set out again and be stuck away from any towns for who knows how long.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka hesitated for the moment. It was not so rare an occurrence that he would come across someone who preferred plants over meat. Even so... The Qua climbed into the back of his wagon, rummaging around. He had just what was needed._\n\n_The Qua retrieved a pot and a couple of leeks, even a potato. A cutting board was ready as well._ \"Set up a fire, side of the road. Fill pot with water, if you would be so mind?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would give a nod as the Qua started taking out supplies. It seemed like he was going to go ahead and prepare the soup right then and there. The Elf would walk a short distance away, tugging his horse along so he could grab some supplies he'd use to start the fire with. Taking the time, he'd begin working on grabbing some materials to put it together, eventually returning to begin lighting the makeshift campfire he had composed. He'd return to take the pot from Krikka, not having much water around the area he could choose from, so instead having to use the one he carried on the go as he'd fill it up and set it above the fire to boil before turning to look back to the bug.*\"All yours.\"*He'd say gesturing to it. If the soup turned out any good, he could perhaps add it to the list of recipes and food to try later.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka Feest while the pot had been taken to the fire the Elf made to boil it, the Qua began chopping the leeks and peeling the potato. Each leek was sliced into thin stalks while the potato was then cubed to the best of his ability after peeling had been done.\n\nWithout a word, he carried the cutting board over to the boiling pot and began to pour the ingredients in, using the cutting knife to push it all off._ \"Sit to boil. I will stir... So, Terrel, where do you hail from then?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would watch Krikka at work, silently observing for a while before the Qua would suddenly ask where he hailed from. He always had a simple answer for this, the place he came from not being anywhere too notable.*\"A small elven town some ways away from here.\"*He'd explain.*\"Few know of it. It was never really a place to be proud of.\"*Terrel would look over at the Qua, asking:*\"I'm guessing you aren't from around here either?\"*Of course he already had an answer to this question in being told that the Qua was a traveler. Well that and the fact that he's hardly seen another Qua around here.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "\"A farm\" _he replied to his question while stirring the pot gently. The leek and potatoes swam around the pot, doing laps over and over._ \"A small farm, in the Beastkin Territories. Cattle, pigs. Some crops. Mostly meats.\" _It had been what led him to his skills of cooking. Experimenting with the foods on the farm. He took a sip from a testing spoon he had in a pocket, his mandibles clicking. Then he took another spoon, holding it forth._ \"A taste?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would raise a hidden eyebrow at the mention of growing up on a farm, one thing the Elf found relatable to the Qua, though he wasn't so quick to state it. Being offered the spoon for a taste, he'd take it in his hand and sip from it before thinking the flavor over.*\"More spices?\"*He'd suggest to the Qua before handing the spoon back.*\"So why'd you decide to leave the farm? It seems like you'd have all you need there for cooking different foods.\"" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_More spices. He nodded and left the pot to boil for a moment longer before he began retreating back to his wagon to gather up spices he had on hand. While doing so, he shot over a response._\n\n\"Rival clan. Saw benefit in taking the farm for supply and land. Left just before it did, to expand my horizons\" _he said as he sprinkled some herbs and spices into the leek and potato soup. Something akin to thyme._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"So you were driven out basically?\"*The Elf would attempt to simplify with how he explained it. From the sounds of it, it seemed like the bug saw a group coming to take his land and simply fled from it, deciding to see opportunity in leaving with the cooking skills he had. He supposed he was fortunate that being a Steppe Elf, the farm lands were basically theirs to use, but as for the other races, he doubted it was as simple with competition over the lands.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka Feest thought long and hard over that. How had it gone? From what he recalled, he had simply left for better horizons, to expand this new culture of cooking and create new recipes. To become known. Perhaps he had seen the force over the hills? The Qua simply shrugged in response._\n\n\"Perhaps. How is it now?\" _He asked after mixing the spices and herbs in, gesturing to the tasting spoon that Terrel had used._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would dip the spoon in the soup, taking a sip from it. He wouldn't consider it too over the top, but still enjoyable nonetheless.*\"Better.\"*He'd say with a nod before leaning back a bit against his horse. It seemed the Qua didn't have much of an answer towards his reasons of leaving which left Terrel only being able to assume it was the case. At least he wasn't such a bad chef despite how first impression may seem.*\"Got anything else you typically add to it?\"*He'd question as if he wouldn't just cook the potatoes and consider it the whole meal.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_The Qua stood away from the pot once more. This had led to a good recipe apparently, another he could make for customers. So what better way to celebrate the perfection of another! Even if it was not an exact perfection. He went to fetch up some bowls. He dipped one in, bringing it up with cubed potatoes and leek stalks in the soup. Before presenting it to Terrel._ \"Meat. But this is a no meat recipe so... I will think of it. On the house.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Thanks.\"*He'd say, deciding not to press the idea of adding meat to the dish. Terrel supposed it was fine as is. Taking the spoon and bowl, he'd slowly eat away at it. A free meal at least.*\"I'm guessing you plan on traveling to all the different countries then?\"*He had questioned, halfway through eating his soup.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka nodded in return to the thanks before getting a few more bowls, filling them and carrying them over to the wagon. With one of his legs, he kicked at a lever on the side. A bench fell from side now hanging there. Perfect to place some more bowls upon, steaming with fresh leek and potato soup. Just in case any villagers fancied a meal._\n\n\"Everywhere. Gather all different meats, spices, now vegetables it seems as well. Create masterpieces, best meals money can buy. Maybe buy restaurant. Maybe start chain. Or maybe stick to mobile sales.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would watch him as the wagon, suppressing his humor in the set up.*\"You really do travel prepared don't you?\"*The Elf would ask, coming to eventually finish his bowl as he would stand back upright to walk over to the man's wagon.*\"Well it depends on if you enjoy traveling more or simply cooking. Traveling can be more dangerous for a moving business though, especially outside of the Capitols if you aren't careful.\"*He'd say towards Krikka debating between what he'd want to do.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka felt he impressed Terrel with that, rather than humored. And... Well, something akin to a grin appeared across his mandibles. A look of pride, more so, with his head held high. He always hoped to have come prepared for his meals and travels._\n\n\"Yes, yes I do indeed! Thank you\" _he said in return. At the mention of travels being dangerous, that was a fact he knew. And also a fact that he had not prepared for. Perhaps he should get hired help..._ \"Well now. That... Yes, that is something I should prepare for. I should get ready for danger on the roads. Bandits, beasts. How should I best prepare for that, do you think?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd walk over to hand the bowl and spoon back before heading back to grab his horse's lead and walk him over.*\"Just be ready to fight if it comes down to it.\"*The Elf would answer simply as he'd Mount back up on his horse, soon looking back at the Qua as another question rose to mind.*\"You know how to at least, don't you?\"*He'd ask. The Elf wasn't actually sure if Krikka was much of a fighter, the only instance being given was that he had left during his home's takeover to enjoy a life of cooking more.*" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Indeed, Krikka knew some fighting skills. A little hand to hand. But mostly with how to use a bow, a longbow specifically. Sure, usually it was for hunting but he could use it in engagements as well._\n\n\"A bow. I am good with a bow. I can handle some other weapons, such as my hooked sword.\" _Not as handy, but still effective enough._ \"What of you? What are you handy with?\" _the Qua asked as he retreated to the wagon. He set the used bowl somewhere for cleaning later._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would part his red cloak, drawing it back to reveal his arming sword and crossbow that he had in the event of getting into a fight.*\"Versatile. Been working for years on my swordsmanship. Ranged combat simply comes naturally so I've learned to juggle both when needed.\"*He'd explain to Krikka, nodding as he mentioned having some skill in weaponry. The Qua should hopefully be fine if he could handle himself well in a potential ambush.*" } ]

[ { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka Feest eyed over the couple of weapons that the elf had under his cloak. Well, certainly a fighter... Or a hunter with an arming sword, who really knew right?\n\nThe Qua nodded slowly to the explanation._ \"Adept, versatile yes. Should learn to juggle both of my weapons, but stick to bow mostly. Yes, mostly bow...\" _Even if the sword would be useful._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would give a nod back in agreement.*\"Just always be ready for the worst. Should be fine out there.\"*He'd allow his horse to trot back towards the main road a bit before gazing back at Krikka.*\"Setting up shop here for a while?\"" }, { "author": "cybroid", "message": "_Krikka Feest observed the village. No one came out just yet. Maybe some villagers would, in due time. The Qua nodded, moving towards the front of his wagon._ \"May as well. Hungry customers everywhere, so why not start here?\" _A couple days ought to cut it._" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd give a dip of his head in response, waving to the Qua as his horse would continue trotting forward.*\"Good luck then. I'll be sure to give that leek soup recipe another try one day. .\"*And with that the Elf would head off back along the main streets of Mentia, eventually vanishing into the crowd.*" } ]

[ { "author": ".soban", "message": "Vozjet looks through the shelves of books on the history of refugee crises. The incoming refugees don't have any experience with terrace farming, but perhaps there's a way to teach them? There's precious little flatland to go around in the east, but the refugees must have some skills that the Grand Duchy can use. Especially given the upcoming southern invasion. Food is always a concern and it'll be important logistically.\n\nHe takes one interesting looking tome and finds a quiet place to start reading. How can a refugee crisis be solved is the main question. There may not be farmland to go around, but what about construction work? Fortifying the valleys and building new homes could help alleviate the lack of work for the refugees. Or is magic the solution?" }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "*Research, research, research. That was all Diao was doing these days. Improving her arm. Improving her weapons. Improving her golems. Recently, in addition to Bismarck, she had added Takao and Belfast to her force. While she disliked having to rely on external force, it was admittedly very useful to having three stone Kuilei helping her.*\n\n*Unfortunately, their size meant that they wouldn't fit in the library. The silent nature also meant that she couldn't work on her mechanics in the building. Instead, she indulged herself with historical technology, challenging herself to create weapon designs based on them.*\n\n*On a table was an open book for farming implements, and in front of her, a scroll containing a complex mechanism.*" }, { "author": ".soban", "message": "Vozjet looks over to the armless wonder. Or, at least, the Silnari with a mechanical arm. But perhaps of more interest to him was the book on farming implements. A book like that could be useful, but why was the Silnari looking at farming tools?\n\n\"That's a nice arm.\" Vozjet says, a little awkwardly. \"Did you make it yourself?\" He means no offence. He's just not quite sure how to tread around the mechanical arm. No doubt she gets questions about it." }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "*The focus is temporarily broken as she receives a question from the man next to her.*\n\n\"Oh, hi there! And yes, made by yours truly.\"\n\n*Diao flexes the arm into a fist, showing off the shifting bronze and steel, the knuckles seemingly plated with extra metal. Several segments of the arm appear to have outcrops, almost like hooks, but less dangerous.*\n\n\"It's quite useful if I say so myself. No cuts get on it, and it helps me wash dishes in hot water more easily.\"\n\n*The elf jokingly smiles, leaning back in her chair.*\n\n\"What brings you to me? Is it really the arm, or the book about plows?\"" }, { "author": ".soban", "message": "\"A bit of both.\" Vozjet answers. \"I'm curious as to what a woman with an arm like that is doing looking at ploughs.\" Vozjet is clearly impressed at the metal arm. \"Must cost a decent amount to keep that arm functional given the bronze and steel. Planning to turn it into a hoe because it's cheaper?\" Vozjet jokes." }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "\"It actually costed nothing, besides a few days with poor sleep. This entire thing is held up through magic. The reason I'm looking at plows is that I'm trying to challenge myself. Create mechanical, weaponized versions of everyday objects.\"\n\n*Diao sifts through a couple of the diagrams on paper. They're incredibly detailed, complete with measurements and notes. She brings out one with a trident, the three points seemingly altered in order to be able to either cut, flare out to pierce and catch, or bunch together.*\n\n*Another diagram has the arm model in it. A scythe blade seems to have been attached to the arm, connected by a secondary arm extending from the first.*\n\n\"Here's an example. An arm mounted scythe. Not exactly made for farming, though it could be. I really made it as a weapon; the extending limb tricks enemies thinking that it's a short range weapon, and the flexibility allows it to get past defenses. It's similar to a mantis's claw of sorts, but mounted on a small handle and attached to the arm here. Right now I'm trying to see how I would turn a plow into a weapon. Or perhaps making it better.\"" }, { "author": ".soban", "message": "Vozjet looks through the diagrams, impressed at how meticulous they are. The trident looks familiar to Vozjet. \"Rare kind of tool.\" He notes regarding it. \"Best suited to blade catching, but I think its practicality is limited.\"\n\n\"Why not make the plough better? I came here to research the refugee crisis. There's not a lot of flat land to go around and most of the refugees don't have any experience with terrace farming. I'm looking into how previous refugee crises were solved and what can be done to put them to work.\" Vozjet says." }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "\"The best weapon is the halberd. Versatile and effective. Of course, context matters. A simple dagger is superior when grappling. But unique weapons have the upper hand in new ways of attack and surprise.\"\n\n\"As for making it better, that's difficult. A horse has only so much power. Making it more efficient by having it work 2 or more rows would end up wasting its energy. The blade design is great; it's not too heavy, but heavy enough to withstand dirt. Not too sharp to be dulled, but sharp enough to cut through. What you really need is power and information. Get a summoner and have them create a stone Kuilei. They're strong enough to pull things, and as constructs, they're tireless. Be sure to thank them after their work though. The other solution is information. Spread knowledge and texts of how to terrace farm, making it more efficient. Rice, for example, works great with sloped fields.\"\n\n*Diao rubs her chin with her right normal hand, thinking.*\n\n\"I suppose a diagram could be made. Many people are illiterate, no? Drawings would be better. You'd have to somehow preserve the paper though, otherwise it might be destroyed.\"" }, { "author": ".soban", "message": "\"I don't think a summoner is going to help the refugees with labour. The whole point is to get the refugees to work so that they can make a living instead of being in the slums and refugee camps. Constructing fortifications is supposed to be an alternative.\" Vozjet replies. \"But where are my manners? Vozjet, formerly a *Rakuli*.\" He offers a hand to the Silnarian. \"And drawings would be better, but so too would classes to teach the refugees how to terrace farm. I'm looking for ways to alleviate the refugee crisis.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "\"Alright, great!\"\n\n*Diao retracts her arm blade and gathers her papers and books, placing them in a leather bag. Gracefully, she walks outside, where three suits of animated armor are talking.*" }, { "author": "Bismarck", "message": "\"So, you were just going to leave us out here?\"" }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "\"Bismarck, you know I can't risk you being too loud in the library.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "\"Over several years, but yes! Admittedly I used a single template and just changed the designs and weapons they used, but infused each with a different soul.\"" }, { "author": "Takao", "message": "\"Oh, so we're not good enough to interact with *People* Huh? Who's this?\"\n\n*Takao gestures towards the newcomer.*" }, { "author": "Belfast", "message": "\"Apologies for my comrade's language. Pleased to meet you; I am Belfast.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "\"Ugh, don't worry about Takao. He's always like this.\"\n\n*Diao glares at the armored summon.*\n\n\"Shut the fuck up or else I'll do it for you!\"" }, { "author": "Takao", "message": "*The suit of armor shrugs and remains silent accordingly.*" }, { "author": "Bismarck", "message": "\"I am Bismarck!\"\n\n*Bismarck is loud and shouting, extending his hand.*" }, { "author": "Belfast", "message": "*The suit of armor visibly facepalms.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody gradually made her way up a tall grassy slope, her hind legs forcing her over the final rise with a loud huff of air escaping her upon finally making it all the way up. She scanned the landscape, her shoulders slumping as she saw the open fields stretching on for what looked like forever. No, this definitely didn't seem right. It had been days since she had first began traveling out into Mentia to search for her family, though the trip back home was feeling longer and longer with each day spent trying to get back.*\"There should be a town somewhere around here...\"*She murmured aloud, hope gradually vanishing with each hill she pass over. The sun was bound to set soon, though she was hoping to find some sign of civilization by now. Hopefully the war hadn't driven everyone out.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*In the distance she hears a voice calling out gradually getting closer accompanied by the sound of footsteps rushing through the grass occasionally cracking a branch under them* \"Heyyy! You there.\" *The figure looks human but with the features of several animals though still with some cohesion between the creatures. As he gets closer you can see that he's waving with both hands. He finally stops an catches his breath for a quick second, breathing heavily as he's hunched over he looks up again.* \"H-hey dude.\" *He says as heathes from the running.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody's head instantly snapped in the direction of the voice, it having been a while since she's heard anyone else out here. As the centaur's gaze fell upon the figure, her interest peaked for while only for her to realize that it was another Kemonomimi.*\"Finally-.\"*She breathed with a sigh of relief as he approached.*\"This place isn't completely deserted after all. Did you come from a town? Is it nearby?\"*The Centaur asked, the lack of energy flooding away easily in her moment of relief. Her body was aching, hardly being able to properly clean up from all the traveling, though the thought of sleeping inside never sounded better.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He pants a bit but takes one big breath and feels more rejuvenated than before and begins to talk again after quickly looking at the centaur* \"Hmmm lemme think... Oh yeah there's a small village to the west of here, maybe a days travel away.\" *He takes another deep breath before continuing to speak* \"Anyway I forgot to introduce myself! The name's Yogamo Maguda, or simply yomo if you prefer.\" *He sticks out his right hand for a handshake as he grips onto his backpack with the other* \"May I ask for your name my exhausted friend?\" *He gives a warm smile while fully sticking out his hand awaiting a quick handshake.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody tried to stand up more straight at the offer of a handshake, soon holding her own hand out in turn to shake his.*\"Melody Vander.\"*She attempted to say in a more professional tone despite the aching sense of exhaustion.*\"Bounty Hunter that... Really needs a place to rest right now.\"*Melody gave up on the rest of the title, simply figuring it was best to go without one in her stay here.*\"Nice to meet you Yomo. What brings you out here, this far from town?\"" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He shakes her hand still with that warm smile on his face, the handshake is firm but not hard or overly friendly, after a bit he lets go and begins speaking yet again letting out a slight laugh before he does so* \"Ha I am certainly far from town, last time I saw home was years ago and my last stop at an inn was a day or three ago. I am a nomad you see, always traveling to see the world and live the adventures of old story books.\" *He says with a faint glimmer of excitement and joy in his eye as his hand goes over the sky like he is trying to picture something* \"But uhm enough about that, if you are looking for a place to sleep I can only truly recommend the village tho there may be some roadside inns on the route tho I don't remember this area quite well...\" *He says while lightly scratching his chin*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Oh, a nomad-. Can't say I've seen every many around here. Guess you're my first one.\"*She said with a light smile, part of her a bit disappointed in him not having more information that could get her home faster. Though she was grateful he could at least tell her of some place to rest. Besides, in a country at war, she can only feel happy not to have stumbled across an army yet.*\"Do you remember the way to them?\"*She asked him.*\"If you aren't too busy, I wouldn't mind a guide there.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He let's out a slight chuckle before quickly thinking back again and an idea pops into his head and he continues to talk* \"It's true we don't come round here often, kind of barren area. As for the way there, i should be able to guide you to a nearby inn, if it hasn't been burnt to ruin yet.\" *He turns around and looks at the stretching grass fields again then he looks back at the centaur and thinks long and hard before turning out with answer* \"At the speed we could get by walking at an avarage pace we should reach it in... About half a day.\" *He says making a waving motion with his hand.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Burned down?\"*She questioned, her eyes widening a bit.*\"Has there been raids going on around here?\"*The Centaur hadn't been the most up to date with the war, though surely it hadn't stretched this close to Salvainia. At this rate there would hardly be any safe place left to go to. She only hoped it didn't reach her hometown yet, though she was still miles away and completely exhausted from the trip so far.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He lets out a brief sigh and looks a bit more disheatend and tired* \"Yeah due to recent events bandits have been using the cahos and instability to do whatever the devil they want.\" *He takes aout a small piece of burnt cloth, it looks vaguely like a flag of some sort, he clenches it tightly before showing it fully.* \"This is the flag of an inn that i visited last maybe a month or 2 then i returned there a week ago and...\" *He looks at the piece of cloth again and finally puts it away* \"Well it was gone, burned to the ground, apparently some bandits had a fight with the owner and decided to burn the whole thing down.\" *He pauses for a second before brightening up again* \"But i have faith that the orther inn is still there, the owner is a nice guy and able to hold his own. But we'll see how it pans out eh?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She let out a grumble of annoyance as Yogamo filled her in on what's been going on in the country.*\"If I wasn't already on my own mission here, I would be showing those bandits a thing or two...\"*There were times where she had to remind herself that there wasn't much she could do here now with so much on the line, but it did constantly pester her having to sit on the sidelines while the country fell apart. She let out a deep sigh, calming herself for the time being as Yogama seemed a bit more perky about the inn they were heading to.*\"Do you visit that place often?\"*She asked, regarding the new inn.*\"You sound like you know the owner pretty well.\"*The Centaur wasn't sure how often he passed through the same place with him traveling a bunch, but it made her a little curious at least.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He looks up and thinks for a second, finally coming to a conclusion as he speaks again now with a bit of pep in his voice* \"Hmmm, yeah i suppose i have visited the inn a few times, it's run by a family friend so i try to check in every now and then. But i do admit it's been a fair few moons.\" *He seems to think back to the last time he visited and looks hungry as he thinks about the food and drink that gets served in the tarven* \"But i'm sure it's still there though, i mean who would want to waste time on a small tavern out in the boonies right?\" *He let's out a slight laugh along with a slight smile but it's clear that there's some concern behind it along with a cetain air of fear of what might be there or rather not be there*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Well I hope they're still doing well.\"*She said in a more lighthearted tone, silently noting his shift in expressions. It was pretty odd, though she didn't say anything. Instead she turned to her bag that she kept strapped around her deer-half, grabbing it and taking a look inside.*\"Nearly out of rations, so I might be lucky here. Mind showing me the way to it? If... It's not too much trouble-.\"" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He looks in the approximate direction of the tavern and then looks back at the reindeer centaur and happily nods* \"I suppose it's about time i paid them a visit myself so i suppose that yes, i can show you the way to the tavern.\" *He looks at his own rations and realizes that he at most has 2 days of rations left, he swiftly looks in the direction of the taveren and then looks back with a smile on his face* \"Well no time like the present am i right?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Lead the way, my good sir.\"*She said with a brightened smile, finally feeling perkier after several weeks of traveling. Perhaps it was merely the fact that there was someone else out here to talk to rather than being left to her own thoughts that made her feel better. That or being told that there was finally a place to rest at for a while.*\"By the way.\"*She continued.*\"The tavern wouldn't happen to accommodate for Centaurs would it? It's so hard to find many that do in Salvainia. Not that anywhere else is much different really.\"" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He begins walking in the direction of the tavern thinking back a bit and coming to an answer* \"Last time I checked they do, due to the travelers in the area they decided to make the tavern open and accessible to anyone.\" *He says walking down the slope a bit slower than before to not trip down the slope while continuing to speak* \"Also is it really that difficult to get a decent room for centaurs in Salvania? Must not be the most accommodating folks huh?\" *He says as he walks further down the slope*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"You'd be surprised. It's as if many people I've spoken to have hardly even seen a centaur before. Like there some kind of mythical beings or something.\"*She gave a light shrug, at least satisfied now that she wouldn't have to worry about fitting inside.*\"I typically have to be in my Macen form to fit in most places. It's disappointing to say the least, but no outside looker can really tell anyways.\"" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "\"That is a damn shame.\" *He says waiting a bit lower down the hill looking back at the centaur and putting his hand above his eyes to stop the sunlight from blinding him* \"From my experiences centaurs are quite nice fellows and great to have a good conversation with, shame not many accommodations have proper rooms for them.\" *He says before taking a smaal sip out of his hip flask.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody trotted down the slope after him, some more speed in her step with the anticipation of getting to where they were heading.*\"You're one of the few to say that, but it seems to be normal to them to not meet any. Strange.\"*She said.*\"But I guess I'll just have to change that.*\"At least, whenever I get back and can resume my work there. Hopefully they aren't upset with me leaving suddenly.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He continues down the hill now walking backwards carefully taking each stp to not stumble and fall down the hill* \"Oh waht do ya do for work? I assume something interesting. *He walks down further and suddenly stops and looks back before asking a question with a semi-confused look on his face* \"That said...\" *He thinks a bit more before actually asking the question* \"What actually brings you to mentia, i mean i'm a nomad and from the area but even i tend to stay away fom the region, so why would you come here?\" *He asks as he tilts his head slightly still with a confused look on his face.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Oh-. I work as one of the guild members at the local guild in New Salvainia.\"*She said proudly, a light grin forming on her face.*\"Working to becoming a captain. Or well, I was until I had to come here. Not the best showmanship of being a captain, leaving so early in getting the job, huh?\"*The Centaur scratched the back of her head idly as he asked the next question, seemingly more hesitant in answering this one.*\"My family is from Mentia\"*She began.*\"I recently learned that my country's border had been raided and I've been hoping to get to them to take them somewhere safer before this war gets any worse than it already is.\"" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "\"Ah a noble effort i must say many of the villages have indeed been getting hit hard by the border raids and subsequent bandit raids but it could be fine is they live more inland since bandits round there are just kinda, weak.\" *He says while standing at the base of the hill and he looks in the distance where a singular plume of smoke reaches into the sky he looks back before spitting on the ground* \"Bastards.\" *He mumbles under his breath.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"It's not the bandits I'm as worried about, but the army themselves...\"*They muttered, following after him.*\"They have been making a large push along the border. North Mentia is so small that I worry over what will happen once they completely surpass all its defenses. I'm fortunate that they are further inland, but I feel like I'm running out of time quickly...\"*She turned her gaze to face the direction he was looking in, concern mounting her face.*\"Another raid?\"*Melody asked him.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He looks back at the centaur his face more serious and stern but still with some happiness in there* \"Looks like a wildfire, so yes it could definetly be a raid, judging by the size, probably a small village.\" *He sighs and pulls out an old looking holy symbol made out of a bronze esque material and he begins muttering a prayer of some kind but it doesn't sound like a regular prayer, after he finishes he puts the holy symbol away again.* \"Let's carry on, no need to wait for the dammned i suppose.\" *He motions you to keep on walking with a more bleak expression on his face.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody kept after him, a dreary look crossing her at the notion of it being yet another raid. The Centaur tried to keep close to him despite the anticipation willing her to move faster. She probably could have if not having to wait for her guide, though she had been learning to try to slow down for others.*\"It probably would be faster to be able to ride horseback wouldn't it...?\"*She questioned aloud. Time really was of the essence wasn't it?*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He keeps on walking while playing with a small silver coin flipping it between his fingers then throwing it up and snatching it out of midair, he then answers with a slight chuckle* \"It would indeed be faster with a horse but alass we or more accuratley, i don't have a horse.\" *He puts away the silver coin and begins walking at a slightly faster pace as to show that he can walk faster if need be*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody increased her stride alongside his, a thought occurring to her mind for a moment as she walked.*\"I can probably change that if you'd like me to.\"*Part of her doubted he'd agree to it, the magic being quite a shock for most people. She figured it was understandable enough, though she was more used to it than most others.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He looks at the centaur and handwaves the idea away and taps on the symbolagain which now sits in his pocket* \"By m own oath i walk as a nomad and have forsaken horses and other forms of transport besides boats and besides, of the few centaurs that i have met, they tend to dislike people riding on them.\" *He continues walking at a steady and quick pace, simultaneously grabbing a piece of bread and splitting it offering half to the centaur*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Riding centaurs?\"*She question in a tone of confusion, only to wave off the idea in her not really liking it either.*\"Oh no, I was just going to turn you into one. We are known for being pretty fast.\"*She explained casually as if it were a typical thing. The Centaur took a piece of the bread he offered, eating it happily with how hungry she had become from trying to spare enough food for the rest of her journey. It was hard to tell when she'd reach her next town, but for now, she decided to take what she was given.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He pauses for a moment and about the offer, still walkig forwards but now with his hand scratching his chin as he walks further he turns towards the centaur and begins to speak yet again* \"Soooo, is it temporary or is it a permanent shift? I'm not truly against it but it would be quite the inconvienience for travel accomodations. *He says waving his hands as to add extra visuals to his talk*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody glanced back towards him, able to tell that he was thinking about it. She decided to give him a more encouraging smile upon finishing the bread she had finished eating before speaking a more calm tone.*\"It'll last for about a day, not permanent at all. Lest I end up stuck as a Macen for the rest of my life.\"*She gave a quiet laugh at the last part, finding that hard to imagine.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He mulls it over for a slight few seconds, as he tuns around and stops, finally coming to a choice and begins to speak* \"Well if it will speed up our travel it would certaintly be handy for the travel ahead.\" *He says with a decently happy expression on his face and puts his stuff on the ground.* \"So let's get this over with i suppose\" *He says opening his arms wide in preporation for the body shift*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody came to a stop once he did, listening as he finally came down to a decision and waited for her to transform him.*\"Alright.\"*She said, letting out a quiet laugh before drawing closer to him. Her hands began to glow in a bright golden light and slowly she placed the palms of her hands atop his shoulders.*\"Might feel strange for a short while, but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it soon enough.\"*She said contently. As she did, the light began to spread from her fingertips onto him, covering his entire body as it gradually began to change his shape. The Kemonomimi features were the first to go, swallowed in full and being replaced with a horse-like backend and forcing him to grow in size to accommodate it. Melody waited for the light to fade away before she moved to give him some space, giving a light tilt of her head in curiosity of him now.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He feels a bit strange as his body shifts and morphs into that of a centaur, his clothes were just loose and large enough to accomadate the new body, he tries to move his ears but notices that they have also vanished and that they have been replaced by regular ears* \"Well... This is certaintly something to get used to.\" *He moves his ligaments one by one and walks in a circle to get used to movement* \"But certaintly not something to complain about.\" *He says with a smile on his face.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Soon enough you'll be galloping like a full fledged Centaur.\"*She said, stomping with one of her hooves before running in a tight circle around him.*\"Come on now, ready to give those new legs a test run?\"*She said, a flare of excitement coursing through her at the thought of going for a run.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "\"Sounds like a very good idea my friend, let's ride! Like the wind!\" *He attempts to sprint but stumbles and nearly falls over but catches himself just before he fell over, he swiftly manages to stand up again and turning around quickly* \"Let's try a trot first, shall we.\" *He tries to look more presentable and like he didn't just fall over*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She tries to hold back a laugh, soon galloping back over to his side.*\"Trotting works just as well.\"*She said. The Centaur set off once more, this time at a more easy going pace. It was slower, though at least they'd covered more distance than how they were walking before.*\"You think your friends at the tavern will be able to recognize you this way?\"*She asked more curiously.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He trots alongside her while thinking about the question while still making sure to not fall over his own hooves, he thinks long and hard before coming to an answer* \"They might, they might not, i'll just tell em something only i would know.\" *He says with a smile on his face, eager to meet his folks again but there is still some anxiousness in his eyes as he fears that the war has affected them as well, he looks back at the fire, seeing that the plume has only grown in size* \"Let's hurry the plume seems to have only risen, might give us some problems with the smoke if we stay outside for too long.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She playfully elbowed him in the side, noting some anxiousness coming from him in saying they should hurry.*\"Hey, I'm ready to gallop off once you think you're able to.\"*Melody said, shifting her gaze to the horizon. He was right, they probably should pick up the pace a little. Though she didn't want to simply leave him behind with him still getting used to the new form.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He stomped on the ground and thinks it over and finally made up his mind* \"Alright let's try this stuff.\" *He says as he begins to slowly pick up the pace now focussing on his legs even more as to still not fall over, he stumbles a few times but eventually he manages to stay stable and not trip and begins comfortably galloping at a good speed.* \"This is the fastest i'm willing to go.\" *He says as he gallops at a less than top speed*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody galloped off after him, moving in short spurts to adjust her speed to meet his. It was a bit slower than the fastest she could go, but she can give him credit where it was due. He was doing well.*\"Then we'll make do with it.\"*She said encouragingly. Melody made sure to keep close to him in the event of him stumbling over again, not that she'd be able to catch his fall anyways with his size now, though she hoped it at least made him feel more comfortable.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He gallops along further, slowly getting more comfortable with going a bit faster and he slowly progresses to quicker and quicker galloping, but suddenl he stumbles a bit before swiftly catching himself and standing still for a moment to stabalize himself.* \"Well that was close.\" *He says still getting his balance, before starting to walk again but now at a slower pace* \"Ok give me a secod to re-adjust and we'll get to galloping again in a second.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody quickly caught his arm as he stumbled over again.*\"Don't try to rush it so much.\"*She said to him.*\"Last thing we need out here is for someone to get hurt.\"*Part of Melody began to wonder if rushing him into moving faster by changing this way was hurting more than helping. She could probably dissipate the spell if need be, though they'd be stuck at the same rate as before in doing so.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He fully regains balance and begins trotting at a decent pace and slowly picks up the pace again and eventually begins moving between speeds of trotting and galloping, he takes out his canteen and takes a good ol sip of water.* \"Yeah i'll take it slow don't worry.\" *He says while thinking about how travel was one hell of a lot easier with a regular body, but he keeps on trotting while ocassionally clancing at the smoke in the distance with a sorta worried look on his face*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody followed after Yogamo, keeping a steady eye on him while she did. The centaur followed his gaze for a while, eventually asking:*\"Do you think it'll be much longer before we get there?\"*She could tell he was probably getting concerned, but if something really happened to them, she'd be afraid to say that there isn't anything that can be done.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He snaps out of it before answering with a bit of hesitation in his voice but still relatively confident* \"Hmmm? Oh yeah, it should only be a short while from here.\" *He says pratically handwaving the notion that the smoke is coming from the tavern away as he begins to trot a bit faster*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody kept an eye out for the time being, being wary of any potential danger being around in these rather empty plains. With enough fortune, the tavern would at least be safe. That is, as long as nothing bad got there before them. She kept a hand near her weaponry as she trotted onwards, watching Yogamo expectantly as he continued to lead the way.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He trots along at a steady pace before coming to a hill and coming to a full stop and he looks back at the smoke plume which has slightly grown over the past hour or so as he finally knows where it's coming from* \"The tavern is safe for now and it should be just over this hill.\" *He looks at her hand being near the weapon and returns to a less serious mood and chuckles a bit before waving his hand at her* \"So no need for that one anymore.\" *He says with a smile on his face*" } ]

[ { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Right, apologies.\"*She said, soon moving her hand away from the chained scythe at her side.*\"Had to be ready for anything out here, but looks like luck is on our side.\"*The Centaur turned away from him to face the direction the tavern was in, a bit more hope in her gaze as she continued along up the stretch of hill they had left.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He slightly cuckles again* \"No need for apologies, be happy! We're about to reach safe ground! *He says his smile growing brighter and wider as he looks around at the enviornment happy to see it relatively untainted as he continues to trot through the field now headed uphill as they reach the base of the hill.* \"Well now we climb i suppose.\" *He says as he looks at the hill with that same smile on his face*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"My specialty.\"*She said, gradually making her way up the hill with ease. The Centaur climbed the last way to the top of the hill, turning back around to wait for Yogamo to catch up to her and make his way up.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He trots up the hill at a suitable pace, making sure to not be too slow but also to take in the sights before finally reaching the top and looking out over the field seeing the large plains that surround the tavern stretch across the horizon with only the smoke plume to spoil the view, in the middle of the field sits a singular tavern, about average size and seemingly made from logs with moss and plants covering the roof* \"We're finally here.\" *He says with excitement in his voice, the smile on his face growing bigger*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody's tail gave a small flick of excitement at the sight of her first Tavern in what felt like ages. Finally a break from all this traveling. She glanced over at Yogamo as he joined her, grinning in satisfaction.*\"Well then, let's see what they have to offer for a couple of centaurs.\"*Melody said, elbowing him playfully before heading down the slope towards the Tavern.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "\"I would prefer to go in as myself but if neccesary this form will do\" *He says as he continues forwad towards the inn with a smile on his face, he continues to fiddle with a coin between his fingers, before tossing it up and looking at you* \"Heads or tails?\" *He says with a slightly serious face but he still keeps a smile on his face, as he continues to trot towards the inn/tavern*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody opened her mouth, almost about to mention simply dispelling the form for him, but she figured it would be much funnier to see him try out the Centaur life. He seemed to be alright with it as is. She continued across the fields, nearing the entrance befor he had asked her heads or tails.*\"Hmmm... Tails-.\"*She said, the small tail on her centaur half flicking in turn.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He lifts up his hand and reveals that the coin was indeed tails, he smiles before announcing the result* \"Tails. You were right.\" *He says with a bit of a chuckle before returning the coin to his pocket.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody stopped by the door, tilting her head back a bit curiously at the random victory.*\"Any special reason for it?\"*She asked, figuring he was trying to decide something.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He stuffs the coin into his pocket and stretches a bit at the door* \"No not really, i simply like to pass the time with games of chance.\" *He looks at the door and then looks down and then at the other centaur with a slight smile* \"So if you can. Could you please turn me back into... Myself, it'd make getting a room ready much easier.\" *He says, scratching the back of his head with the same smile on his face*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Oh-. Right...\"*She said, a hint of disappointment in her tone, though she supposed she should have seen this coming despite earlier plans. The Centaur tapped Yogamo on the head, the same golden light streaking across him to change him back to his normal form. She turned away after, holding the door open for a brief moment before heading inside.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "\"It's not anything against being a centaur, i simply feel more comfortable in my own skin ya know.\" *He says with a smile on his face, he then looks at the door and grabs the handle* \"So do you want to go in?\" *He says as he twists the doorknob causing it to make a loud and satisfying thunk and he opens the door slightly so the light from inside begins to food out*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Of course.\"*Melody said, resuming her more formal tone as she headed inside and glanced around the tavern. With how vast the landscape in, it did make for few patrons around here which Melody found all the better with needing a bit of a break from travels.*\"Let's go find a place to sit.\"" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He opens the door and the smell of food and drink instantly rushes out akong with the light from inside, this is accompanied by the chime of a bell, signaling the coming of visitors for the tavern.* \"Evening folks!\" *He says excitedly while waving broadly at the inkeepers who smile and wave back while welcoming the two into the tavern, the ceiling inside is quite high and so are the doors, he takes a seat at the bar and orders a good 'ol pint of ale*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody follows after him, grateful that the tavern at least seemed big enough to fit inside. It was more than what could be said for most taverns anyways. She followed him to the bar, not really seeing anywhere for her to properly sit and instead deciding to simply stand for the time being. She could at least stand over the bar just fine anyways.*\"Know of any specialities here?\"*Melody asked him, hunger beginning to gnaw at her stomach with the idea of getting food.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He wiggles a bit in his seat and takes a sip of ale and thinks before continuing on* \"Depends, you vegetarian?\" *He says with an interested look on his face* \"Because that kind of decides if I know anything good to recommend here.\" *He scratches behind his neck and ear as he says that*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Mmm, can't say I am.\"*She said in a thoughtful tone. There were plenty of different kinds of meat that she ate, though it seemed most believed Centaur to be purely vegetarian in some way. It amounted to a stereotype she supposed, though she couldn't blame him for thinking such when the deer half of her was very convincing of it.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "\"Good, good.\" *He says while nodding his head with a semi-serious face but still with a smile on his face* \"Well then I would suggest the roasted porkbelly! It's juicy, rich in flavor and simply delicious!\" *He says with an expression of pure glee on his face*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Sounds delightful.\"*She said.*\"I think I'll be ordering just that.\"*The Centaur stood there for a some time, waiting until a bartender came by to take their orders. She went ahead and gave hers, soon waiting in turn for Yogamo as well.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He orders a simple meal of potatoes, meat and some veggies along with asking them to refill his canteen for the coming few days and some other recourses for the road ahead (basically just rations)* \"So where will you go after you did what you have to do here?\" *He says before taking a sip of his drink and putting the halffull glass on the bar*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"I'll continue heading North I suppose.\"*She said, propping her elbow up on the bar and resting her head in her hand.*\"It's a long journey up to North Mentia and back, but I'll be getting back to traveling the moment I've gotten some rest here.\"" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He takes another sip before answering this time it's a bit larger and he sets it down pretty damn hard* \"Well I suppose we should have a drink to our shared safe travels huh? Barkeep, two more ales!\" *He yells with a large smile on his face, simultaneously raising his now empty glass of ale in the air in a slightly tipsy state*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Oh I don't really dri-.\"*She found herself interrupted as Yogamo called for some ale, figuring she'd just let it sit for a while with Yogamo seeming to enjoy himself. As the barkeep brought out more ale, Melody whispered to them, asking for some extra water instead, both for the canteen and to drink for the time being.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "*He takes another swig of ale before continuing to talk* \"So what's your family like? Must be real fine folk if you're willing to go out of your way and travel to an active warzone.\" *He says while a bit more tipsy which is now slightly visible through his slightly red cheeks and more jolly demeanor with a good amount of alcohol in his body and immediatley begins eating the meal that's served to him*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"They are.\"*She said in mild agreement, waiting for her own food to be served before slowly taking bites from it.*\"I have a pretty large family, some better off in the world than others. It's the others I most worried about. As for my parents. Well... They like to stick to what they're used to so convincing to leave may be hard unless they see immediate danger.\"*She stared off into space for a while, thinking about it. Melody was sure she'd be able to convince them. They valued safety just as much which left them to not being as supportive in her deciding to work in law enforcement with the dangers it held. She sighed a bit at the thought.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "\"Well you certaintly are quite lucky with such a tight knit family, seen plenty of folk with families that are more shattred than an egg smashed against a wall if you get what i mean.\" *He says as he takes a well and large swig and taking another bit of his food before continuing on* \"My family sits all around the country including the fine folk that run this here tavern.\" *He says while raising his glass towards the bartenders who raise their own glasses in response*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"It's nice that you have family all over the country. I hope they've been doing well with the war.\"*She said. Melody shifted her gaze as the bartender brought her some water, soon taking it and sipping from it with a sigh of relief. How long has it been since she's had any?*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "\"I hope the same thing but i doubt it, most of em are always eager to fight s some of them are probably out on the frontier fighting in that damn war.\" *He says now a bit more serious but still smiling before shrugging and continuing to eat his meal* \"Though it would be nice to see them again some day but then again some of them are kind of wack so i suppose it wouldn't be the end of the end of the world.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Well you do seem to travel quite a bit, so I'm sure it won't be hard to pay them a visit. So long as you keep safe anyways.\"*She stated, continuing to eat her own food for a while.*\"Mmm you were right. This is pretty good.\"*She said.*" }, { "author": "Yogamo", "message": "\"Might be a good idea to be honest.\" *He looks at her food and smiles wide before snatching a bite himself* \"I knew you would like it and don't mind if i take a bite myself.\" *He says as he takes the bite, making an excited face as the flavors melt on his tongue before taking a swig of ale to add extra flavor to the bite* \"Aaaaah nothing beats a good mix of ale and fat.\" *He says while rubbing his belly.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Heeeeyy-\"*She said in a pseudo playful tone as Yogamo took some of her food.*\"Just like to help yourself don't you?\"*Melody let out a quiet chuckle, eventually finishing up her plate with hardly anything left on it. The hunger of all the traveling had made the food taste even better and even more so tiring in finally getting a break.*\"This tavern wouldn't happen to also have an inn with it, would it?\"*She asked.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "After leaving the freezing cold of upper mentia, Nagai traveled to the east, crossing through the mountains. She arrived in a town after a few weeks, it was small, but it had an inn, so that was enough for the oni, who really wanted a rest and maybe a conversation with an actual person, since she hadn't seen another person in weeks." }, { "author": "- `, Haron kinemeV//@", "message": "*It was late, most of the people were at their homes as some snow still fell on the oni. There was no lights lit up, but there was one thing open. A blacksmith shop, that had someone in it. It was rather surprising to see an open shop at a late time like this. So it probably would be a good idea to try and get in.*\n\n*Haron was a replacement owner of shop, while the owner was on a adventure. Haron was tiredly yawning, him still sitting at his place and only spinning his iron dagger around his hand, really bored now. Of course, there was no one to talk with*" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "*She entered the shop out of sheer curiosity, and maybe the urge to talk to someone other than the cows in the endless fields she had traveled through, she read the sign and entered the blacksmith. As she opened the door, the warm ambience hit her, and as she entered she greeted the young clerk, who looked like a macen, even tho he had wings* \"Hi mister\" *She said cheerily* \"Lotta snow today huh?\"" }, { "author": "- `, Haron kinemeV//@", "message": "\"Hm? Oh hello... Yes I must admit, there is plenty of snow today. Anyways... How may I assist you?\"\n\n*The black haired macen with a set of black wings yawned slightly and stood up slowly, him cracking his back and smiling at the oni. Finally someone who he could chat with! It was a really rare thing after all!*" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"Well, I to be honest I just walked in here to talk to someone, though I do need a new dagger \"\n *The oni aproached the counter and looked around, there were swords and shields hanging in the walls, partly for decoration and partly to display them as products* They look too heavy to use with my fightstyle *She thought* \"By the way these are really good weapons, did you make them?\"\n\n\"Well, I to be honest I just walked in here to talk to someone, though I do need a new dagger \"\n *The oni aproached the counter and looked around, there were swords and shields hanging in the walls, partly for decoration and partly to display them as products* They look too heavy to use with my fightstyle *She thought* \"By the way these are really good weapons, did you make them?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "- `, Haron kinemeV//@", "message": "\"Ah. Yeah alright. I can help out with the dagger. And yeah that's all of my works.\"\n\n*Haron smiled a bit as he then started to search for some daggers. He then offered some daggers from the daggers section. And they all seemed to be made by haron*" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "*Nagai looked at the daggers put in front of her, ranging from ceremonial to practical to outright decorative, a few caught her eye, though she was unsure of which one to choose, so she asked* \"Which one would you recommend? I like to travel a lot so I would like a light dagger that wouldn't weigh me down but that doesen't easily break by being in extreme weather situations\"" }, { "author": "- `, Haron kinemeV//@", "message": "\"Hmmm... Thick but short knife can do just fine. It is not the most cheap one but a good one. Worth the price really I suppose. I'm not the one who usually sets the price of the weaponary... Huff yeah I'm getting bored at this job as a blacksmith in all honesty.\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"I really like the sound of that\" *The oni looked convinced by Haron's explanation, she picked up the knife and looked at it up close, she gave it a few spins to feel the weight of it and then put it back in the counter* \"I'll buy it. Why are you bored though? It seems like a pretty interesting job to me\" *Nagai asked as she searched her pockets for her coin purse**" } ]

[ { "author": "- `, Haron kinemeV//@", "message": "\"Truth to be told, I never been on adventures, that's firstly. Secondly I stay here most of the time and it is just getting boring. Besides... I haven't left the mentia at all\"\n\n*Haron sighed as he stayed behind the counter, thinking of how cool it would be to fight with monsters or anything in particular. Haron corrected his black hair, revealing bright yellow tired eyes.*" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"I'll admit that adventuring is fun, I could never stay in the same place for a lot of time\" *Nagai thought of her time training with her teacher and how she was always itching to escape to the nearby town to explore, smiling at the memory she decided to propose something to the blacksmith* \"Say, would you luke to cone with me actually? I do need a companion, I was planning on going to the coast soon so maybe we can go together, that way you get to explore and I get a new friend!\"" }, { "author": "- `, Haron kinemeV//@", "message": "\"....Hm... I'm not sure. I just... Not the strongest or anything in particular. Just a guy who knows how to with shields and ride horses... Nothing special.\"\n\n*Haron thought for a bit, him rubbing his chin. Of course he was dreaming about being the noble warrior on the horse with the spear and shield. But never imagined it, that it would happen. He looked at his old gear that was in a small chest. He kept it for himself. Emergency wise..*" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"Don't worry about not being the best, that's what learning is for!\"\n*The oni replied in a peppy tone as she moved a strand of her hair out of her face* \"I gotta tie this up again\" *She whispered to herself in annoyance*" }, { "author": "- `, Haron kinemeV//@", "message": "\"...Fine. I could try this once I suppose\"\n\n*Haron sighed as his wings slightly flapped, him actually being excited for this, but trying to hide it. He was too embarrassed to show that he was really childishly happy accepting this offer*" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"That's great! Let's meet tomorrow morning then, it's late after all and this oni needs some sleep\" *The redhead said in a tired tone as she extended her hand to signal the deal*" } ]

[ { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*Vukervajik was certainly a large place. It was a pain to get here and a pain more to finally be given directions to the library. At times being treated with confusion that a hunter like him was looking for books rather than game. But finally, he found himself at his destination.*\n\n*In the great library of the city, lighted by candles dotted around the premise Shaw finds himself pondering over the various tomes and titles of the books that can be found on the shelves and occasional lectern. Eyes wide open and alert, almost as if he was hunting for something wild amongst the tomes, it can't be helped. Still incredibly new to reading as a skill he finds himself treating it like what he knows to help make up for his lack of experience. Though it doesn't seem to help too much.*\n\n*To any onlookers of this particular stranger they could see he was quite obviously struggling with some of the more complicated names. He'd grabbed a few rather basic books, almost all of them labelled with 'Beginners guide' or 'So and so topic for children' and placed them on a nearby table, books on basic alchemy, archery, warfare (not one of the books for children obviously), the seasons, even a single romance novel was placed amongst the pile. Though he finds himself struggling to read just the title of a book on mathematics. Quietly trying to figure out the word*\n\n\"Mat-...Mahath... Mat-hem...\" *Growling in annoyance at this cursed word. The desire to metaphorically stab at the word is ever more present as he continues to whittle away at his patience. He wished now that he had dragged that Elizabeth girl along with him. That'd make this easier for sure... He also probably should have paid for more lessons in hindsight.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*It had been a few days since Melody decided to set out once more in search of clues to her family's vanishment. What was once thought of to be a futile journey, now carried more hope with it from the words of a friend. The Centaur decided to backtrack a bit, realizing how much and quickly she was going to have to learn the magics she considered to aid her in her little quest. She had hope now though, and that gave her enough confidence and determination to find a way. \n\nThe centaur came across a library within the lands of East Mentia, having to once more evade parties of war while she slipped across enemy lines. It was never her fight, but since the war had led to the destruction of her town, she found herself being much more involved in it than she preferred. Fortunately, the citizens of this country seemed to be relatively safe from it. It allowed her a space a peace and quiet to focus on her own thing, the library being the perfect place to while she hoped to find any magic books it could have.\n\nShe had made her way through the different sections, picking up a few books she thought seemed informative enough as she continued along the line of shelves. Her hooves made an echoing clopping noise as she walked. While she would typically have transformed into a more discreet race, she didn't have the energy nor magic to continue doing it for too long. A lot was wasted on the trip, now she simply decided to roam around in her true form so long as the place seemed convenient enough.\n\nAs she continued along, she managed to pick up some words of someone uttering to themself, seemingly in frustration of something, it wasn't long until her gaze fell upon the Silnari, seemingly struggling to read something. She decided to head his way, her larger form being quite obvious in the space, however she slipped on by him as if otherwise, giving him a light tap on the shoulder as she did.*\"Need help?\"*She asked him in a curious tone.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*Rather enraptured in his actions at first he doesn't notice the approaching Centaur. What he does notice after a few seconds though is the growing scent of deer. Stopping his 'attempt' at reading he sniffs once and in confusion wonders why he smells deer of all things in a library.*\n\n*Caught up in his confusion the sudden tap on the shoulder made him jump from shock. Like a cat being splashed by water he jumped backwards and away as if by instinct. His expression was one of surprise and bewilderment before he looks towards whatever disturbed him... Rather awkwardly he looked at the centaur before him. Never having seen such a creature before he took a moment to actually realise what she was. That explained the smell of dear permeating the air.* \n\n*Realising his impoliteness he stopped being tense and took a more relaxed stance. Silently praying to mighty Adelqin that his reaction wasn't taken as rude or odd. Sheepishly he muttered* \"Apologies\" *He then studied her more carefully, wondering what a centaur was doing here. Though for just a moment he held back a chuckle, realising he wasn't the strangest site for the local Macen of this city. This certainly put things in a different perspective on his thoughts about hiding his ears.*\n\n*Deciding he should speak further to avoid a strained silence he remembers the question she asked him. He nodded slowly and held out the book he was failing to identify* \"A difficult tome... Well met\" *Happy he at least got a greeting out, he thought it was certainly a deserved greeting given her offer for help. Holding out the book, Melody would see it's a book for kids on basic equations, nothing more than multiplication, division, and so on. This being a rather obvious clue that this Silnari isn't exactly an educated person, but rather just starting out to learn various topics. Quite visibly he seemed pleased to be receiving help on this matter.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*His reaction wasn't met with anything cold, but instead mild amusement.*\"Sorry, I suppose I shouldn't have sneaked up on you like that.\"*She said with a quiet laugh to herself for a brief moment while the Silnari settled in once more. Her gaze shifted over to the book that he held out to her, its contents a lot more simplistic than she would have originally thought from what she could scan through it. In comparison to the Silnari, she had acquired a rather higher standard of education to help prepare her for the work force she always planned to join. Part of her would have thought it to be a simple language barrier, but no, the Scralian most likely just couldn't read it.*\n\n\"It is a pretty hard read, hm?\"*She said, taking the book in hand. The Centaur didn't want to talk down to him, figuring it nice enough that he was trying for whatever reason it may be.*\"Wouldn't happen to be attending one of the schools around here, would you?\"*She decided to ask instead, curiosity driving her to wonder if he attended a sort of institution in the area. The Centaur only really knew of the ones in North Mentia alongside the well-known school in Lymia. It was always a curious sight getting to see a student from them, she hadn't attended one in what felt like ages.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He nodded his head with her statement. Agreeing it to be difficult. Listening to her words he found it easy to pay attention. Almost reminding him of his previous experiences of being taught. Though the question of school was an odd one to hear. He shook his head sadly.*\n\n\"Too expensive unfortunately\" *His tone was a little pained with those words but he laughed off his lack of funds as if it were nothing of worry. Looking at the collection of books he had stacked up on a nearby table his mood seemed to improve.*\n\n\"There is much here. What brought you, Miss?\" *He looked at her with both interest and a smile. He didn't want to seem invasive but curiosity got the better of him. Looking at her as if thoroughly intrigued by what someone like her was doing in a library, he'd never seen a Centaur before but he had heard tales of their kind. Centaur researchers were not in any such tales... Perhaps she was like him in wanting to learn more about the world. He could have guessed the obvious of she was looking for information and left it at that. But just like the library, the two find themselves in he could sense there was a story perhaps.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She gave a nod to his answer, letting out a quiet sigh in realizing that education simply wasn't given to everyone. Nevertheless, it seemed the topic at hand had switched to her now, causing her to think back to what she was doing here in the first place.*\"Refreshing myself on the different magics.\"*She said, placing down her own stack of books next to him.*\n\n\"With the war going on, I've been more preoccupied than I'd usually be here. I figured some books can help me find what I'm looking for though.\"*She said calmly. Melody didn't like bringing up the war often. All it ever did was either ruin the mood or ends up falling upon deaf ears for those unaware of it. She had been so caught up in it that she could hardly remember the few that still remained unfazed by everything going on. It astounded her even now.*\"Well here's to hoping anyways. Haven't exactly found anything yet, but these books seem pretty informative.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*His eyes glanced down to her stack of books with interest. Said interest shortly being dashed to death rather quickly as he skimmed one of the titles and just gave up, only having a very basic understanding of magic he hasn't even considered studying such things yet. That aside it dawns on him she must be quite the mage to be reading all this. That or an arcane-focused scholar. One or the other the thinks. Time will tell.*\n\n*On the topic of war he looked perplexed. He'd known there was a war going on but bar the sight of marching soldiers along the road he truly didn't know much of war and its events. Fighting and violence were obvious but he seemed oblivious to her dislike of the topic or how she might be more 'preoccupied' because of it. He simply focused on the fact she was another soul looking for answers. That he understood and respected. Nodding his head he said as if a matter of factly* \"I will look for these magic books if needed\" *Another smile is given, he seems happy to offer assistance to her.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody's shoulders went lax at the offer.*\"That would be nice.\"*She said simply at first.*\"I might actually have to borrow them from the library at the rate I'm going at, but not quite sure how I'd return them with all the traveling I have later.\"*She took one of the books from the stack, flipping through it quickly before coming to gesture to a word an image, marking the name of a specific spell school.*\n\n\"I think this is the form of magic I'll need. At least from what I've read so far. Any books on it will help greatly.\"*She said before finally looking back over to him, her emerald green gaze reflecting into his own in the held look.*\"Do you think you'll be able to find some? I wouldn't want to distract you from your own studies if it ends up taking quite a while.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*Paying close attention to the image. His eyes running over the page and trying to memorise certain words. Most he didn't know the meaning of but at least he'd recognise if he saw them again. Nodding his head as she spoke, signifying his attention being on the request. After she had finished speaking he took out a small piece of paper, using a charcoal pencil he sketched fairly well a copy of the symbols and key words (to him these are just the underlined or larger printed words) from the book she showed him. He looked at his own pile of books for a moment before back to her. Chuckling he shook his head when she spoke about distracting him.* \"This more important\" *With those final words he he started looking at the various shelves for any sort of book she might be looking for. He'll probably miss some but if any other books had images like the one shown he'd take it and place it on the pile.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody watched as he headed off to collect some books, deciding to look through a few of her own while he started adding on to the pile. After a short while, she began developing a system in separating the books up. One pile became the one she planned on keeping, while the others needing to be returned back had their own as well. Eventually she called back to Shaw, saying:*\"I think this should be enough here. Most of it is pretty surface level, but I think I've narrowed it down to one or two particular spells I'm looking for.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He stopped in his tracks as she spoke. In his arms he held probably too many really to be considered reasonable. Almost towered to the point his face was obscured and arms shook slightly from the strain. One he heard she had enough he let out a small groan of annoyance. Comically swinging back to put the tower of books back. After a minute of dealing with that he came back to see the different piles and works she had sorted through. Looking at them with interest, mentally noting down what the titles were, though he was sure itd be long before he even started comprehending them.* \"What spells?\" *Face calm and collected, not wanting to seem intimidating or rude with asking what may be a personal question.* \n\n||" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"It's a spell that's supposed to allow its user to trace any signs of used magic. I want to see if it could possibly help me track down my family. Well... If anyone had used any magic since I began my search.\"*She told him.*\"I'm not quite sure how the spell works or if there's a duration for how long it lasts. My knowledge in magic is pretty limited.\"*As she spoke, she held out a hand which began to cover itself in a golden light. The centaur watched the light dance in her palm for a while before she suddenly closed it in realization of something.*\"Oh. I've been having you run all about this place without even getting your name first. I'm Melody.\"*She said, holding the golden hand out before realizing it was still glowing and soon shaking the light away.*\"Oops. Nearly forgot about that.\"*She held out her hand once more in greeting.*\"Melody Vander. What may I call you?\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*Resting his chin in his hand he listened on to what she had to say. He was surprised by the story, it was a sad tale to loose track of ones family. He couldn't help but let a small frown to form on his face. Though such an expression quickly vanished and changed into one of wonderment as he looked on joyfully at the dancing magic light. He was quite amazed at seeing such things. He almost seemed entranced by the show of magic until she decided to introduce herself. He chuckled, glad to finally hear her name. He was begging to wonder, he went to go shake her hand as she offered, not even bothering to question the still glowing light, pausing to let her get rid of it before finally shaking her hand. Another small laugh escapes him before he speaks* \"Shaw\" *Short, single syllabled and simple. Rather like him at times.* \"Well met. May you succeed\" *He tried to sound genuine with that last part. Conveying a hopeful message with his tone.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"That's the plan anyways. Nearly lost hope for a moment, but thankfully a friend reminded me of the other options there were.\"*She said, crossing her arms a bit. The centaur gazed back at the Elf, a bit more curious of him with the simplistic name.*\"You from around here Shaw?\"*She asked him.*\"I know a lot of people have been moving in and out of Mentia lately with everything. But I hardly had much time to sit down and talk really.\"*The Centaur glanced over to an open chair, pulling it over and pausing for a brief moment as if considering the awkwardness in trying to sit down. The golden glow returned to her body, this time illuminating her legs and the rest of her back half until it had completely vanished altogether, now replacing itself with normal human legs as she eventually took a seat. A deer-patterned skirt replaced the space between her two halves, allowing her to appear more modest of it all.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He seemed surprised by the questions, as if it was an odd thing for him to be asked them. He thought for a moment before pointing north west.* \"Middle Mentia... Home\" *He smiled at saying it all, though a familiar tone of longing would be heard by Meldoy. As if he felt a tad home sick when thinking about the place. He took out a map from his pocket and unfolded it. Laying it out in front of Melody. It was a small map of Middle Mentia, he pointed to the city Wushjik before trailing his finger about an inch to the east. A large forest was there. Its here that he tapped his finger twice as if confirming the location. It seems this Silnari lives in a forest. Not a surprise given his Scralian features.* \n\n*Once he'd done that he thought on other things. Notably he looked down at the deer-patterned skirt. A little surprised by such magics. Though he chuckled and seemed impressed.* \"Nature magic?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody gazed at the map, following his hand as he pointed out where his home was. At first she was going to wave off the need for the map with her being in the general area, but seeing as he considered the forest home, she gave a tilt of her head.*\"Forest, huh? Strange, I always though that most Scralians were from Ombu. It is quite a ways away from here though.\"*At his passing glance, she crossed one leg over the other, listening to the question that followed.*\"Transformation actually.\"*She said to answer him.*\"I've kind of picked up on it during my training. Never really read much into the other schools, but transformation magic comes from a secondary school of sorts. I'll admit I play around with it sometimes, but it has its different uses. After all, it's not all I can do.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "\"My parents came here long ago\" *He shrugged. The thought about being a scralian in Mentia certainly seemed like a topic he'd discussed before. Though he also seemed a tad uncomfortable on the subject. Subconsciously a hand brushes his hair to cover over his ears. The tips still poking out but the majority now concealed by his hair. Doing this as if wanting to hide his Silnari ears.* \n\n*He nodded along on the transformation magic story. Interested seemingly in most of all the fact its magic obviously* \"Hmm... Shame its not nature... T-tell me more\" *Grimacing slightly at the small stutter that came from that longer sentence he coughs into his hand as if to move on from that.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Yes transformation is quite strange. Sometimes it can fall under one school and sometimes another. Like...\"*She tried to think for a moment.*\"I believe there is a spell where people transform into animals. I think that's nature magic rather than purely transformation. I'm not the one who categorizes them though, so maybe someone more informed of it could understand it better. After all transformation isn't just purely for transforming. It can... Allow you to climb walls and jump very high too! I guess you'd really need a grimoire on it to see what so it can do though.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "\"Whoever does is mad or genius\" *Grinning he starts to hum a strange tune, sporadic and almost random sounding without pattern. He tucks his arms and legs to his chest as his form begins to meld in on itself. His blond hair shifting downwards almost like a cocoon before shrinking and forming into a small sandy blond fox. The fox sits upright and looks towards Melody, an almost cheeky look in the creatures eyes as if to say 'Why yes that spell your thinking of is nature magic'*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody eyes widened, astounded by the sudden transformation. It was more so out of the surprise that he understood magic himself with his illiteracy, but perhaps it was something elves could simply pick up on better. After all, all silnaris had a bit of magic in them one way or another. She picked up on the cheekiness in the fox's gaze, meeting it with a bit of mischief of her own as she reached over to give to fox a pat on the head.*\"And here I am thinking you couldn't get any cuter.\"*She said before moving her hand away once more in avoidance of demoralizing him too much.*\"I was considered trying the spell, but I've come to prefer the ones I know now. Maybe in my free time though, it wouldn't be so bad finding some spells to learn for the fun of it.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*There was a guttural high pitched and almost squeaky giggle from the fox at seeing Melody's surprise, though it stopped at the head pat, pausing as if the pat was nice enough to stop his thoughts entirely. Tail wagging he looked down at it in annoyance before putting a foot on it to stop it, as if he couldn't stop it himself normally. Once that was done the blond fur started to shift and grow. A much quicker transformation back into a Silnari than vice versa. A small sigh escaped him once it was done, as if ending such a thing had a sense of relief* \"S'like wearing clothes a size too small at first\" *He pulled his collar away from his neck slightly as if it were choking him, though a smile remained, Seems he's probably happy to receive the compliment and with showing what little magic he knows to someone who appreciates such things as the arcane* \n\n\"More spells would help\" *He shrugged in agreement about finding more spells. Though after saying it he looked at the complicated pages of the books she was reading and grimaced at all the symbols once more. Though he did seem hopeful still* \"One day...\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody eyed him for a moment, making note of the words he spoke before looking at her return pile. She flipped through them a bit before taking one out and handing it over to Shaw. It was pretty thin compared to the rest, but it seemed like she wanted him to look through it.*\"I think you may take interest in this more.\"*The cover of the book had an image on it that seemed to resemble a tree with an apparition around it.*\"It's a bit of reading but I think this one specifically covers summoning magic within the school of nature. I'm not sure if you understand it already or not, but if you don't this could possibly be something you might enjoy trying out.\"" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He looked at the book with scepticism for a moment before flipping through a few pages. A brow was quirked but he skimmed a few words, slowly but going through the titles he recognised some of the words. Once he started going his interest grew and he seemed quite happy to have been handed the book. Looking up for a moment he seemed rather grateful, giving her a nod of thanks he put the book away into a small bag for laterally* \"How may I thank thee?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"No need. You've helped me enough as is.\"*She said, moving the kept books to her own bag so that she could check them out later. The Centaur stood up, reverting back to her own form in the process while she picked up the return books and began putting them back.*\"Just nice to meet a friendly face every so often in a world like this. Don't get luxuries like that, especially not along the borders. Stay safe if you can. Wouldn't want to lose a new friend to earth's cruelty.\"*She said, turning back to him.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*He nodded in understanding. A friendly chat was a appreciated break from the disorder and chaos that came from politics, not that Shaw had ever really been too involved with such things. Though at times even he saw its effects. He stopped himself from frowning and kept up a cheerful look, not wanting to sour their meeting with a sad subject.* \"Good luck to you then\" *Standing up he gave a small and respectful bow* \"May we both f-find what we're looking for\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"And may we meet again.\"*She said with a giggle, giving what could have been curtsy with her deer half lowering in imitation of a bow. The centaur turned away, trotting over to the front of the library so that she could check out the books. Turning to Shaw, she gave a final wave to him before trotting out the doors with her new books in hand.*" }, { "author": "Shaw", "message": "*Brightly and jovial he waved her good bye, Looking away once she had started trotting away. He sat back down and stretched in the chair with a yawn. Looking back at his pile of books with a sleepy sigh. Pulling them towards him he placed the mathematics book down and opened it. He gathered his wits about him and with seemingly increased vigor went about reading what he could.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*With the sun setting below the horizon, Melody finally managed to backtrack her way towards the direction the library was in. Albeit the town was still quite a ways away, leaving Melody to have to walk through the last stretch of woods before she could get back. She had been taking the time to practice the magic in the book she borrowed, it taking a bit of time before her hand had finally started to glow in a faint light. Finally she had managed to get some response from the arcane spell. With any luck, she'll be able to utilize it to find the others soon enough. Putting the book in her saddle bag, she decided to continue to take the time to practice as she headed along the empty path through the woods.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Eimistikson:*Her head jerked as she heard heavy foot steps in a rhythmic manner. She rapidly pulled out her bow and arrow, ready to aim in case of danger. She stealthily moved across each bush and tree, making sure that she doesn't make any noise.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody continued along, unaware of the person stalking after her. As she did, the glow on her hand began to turn a dark foreboding color, causing her to let out a gasp and soon shake it away. That was strange. She glanced around the forest a bit, now a bit more alert with the thought of there being some kind of threat in the forest that the spell was trying to warn her of. Soon enough she began to speed up, her footsteps thudding along the ground more rapidly.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Eimi rolls her eyes. This animal is stupid, huh..? Speeding up will only help me. \n\nShe runs as well, aiming right for the animal's leg. Her eyes focus on the target, making no sound but a mere running sound, however so quiet it blends in with the animal's thuds.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody kept her breath steady, attempting to focus enough to be able to listen to an extra set of footsteps between her own. The sound was so faint, she'd have expected it to just be another woodland creature, but she wasn't looking to be chased halfway across the forests having to run away from some forest animal. She found a rock jutting out of the ground and gracefully she leaped up from the smooth terrain onto the rocky surface before reaching for her weapon and turning towards her pursuer.*\"If you're looking to attack me, then at least fight me face to face!\"*She snapped out to them. Melody wasn't completely sure if she had just imagined it, but she kept herself in a fighting stance just in case as she scanned the forest.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Her eyes widen at the voice. She stands still, examining the animal. Oh shit.. That's not an animal.. That's a centaur. She pulls her hood over her head, and her mask over her mouth. Her eyes sulk. She would've shot if it wasn't for her finding out that it's a centaur.. \nShe slowly pulls her bow and arrow down, making sure to stay silent. \n\nShe sighs and steps out in front of the centaur.* \"I.. Uhm.. I'm sorry..\" *She avoids eye contact.* \"I thought you were maybe a horse.. Or a deer... Apologies.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody's eyes bored down onto the huntress. She wanted to be furious at her for mistaking the centaur for a wild animal but deep down she knew she couldn't blame her for it. The mix up happened more often than Melody wanted to admit. She let out an annoyed sigh, fighting off the amount of tension that had built up so that she wouldn't lash out at the woman.*\"It's fine.\"*She forced out, hopping down from the rock and putting her weapon away. Melody tried to keep a more cool demeanor. With everything going on currently, it was more important than anything to keep a steady head.*\"You shouldn't be out here so late.\"*The Centaur told her simply.*\"The forests are more dangerous at night. Especially in this country.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Oh, I know. I explore here often, Miss. And, I'm sorry!\" *She makes eye contact, and from her azure eyes you could tell that she really was.* \"I always go hunting at this time, so I mistook you for such... You're.. Very pretty, Miss centaur.\" *She smiles through her mask.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody regarded for her moment as she gave her apologetic explanation.*\"Yes, right. Thank you.\"*She said to her, offering a respectful dip of her head in return.*\"If that's all settled then, I should be going before it gets too dark.\"*Melody said before turning around to continue along her original path.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Which way are you going? I.. Uh.. I'm probably going the same way..\"\n\nI'M SO SORRY IT'S SHORT I'M BALANCING 3 RPS RN" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"To the nearest town.\"*She told her as she continued walking.*\"Hoping to reach the library before it closes, but may just have to call it a night once I get there and wait until morning.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She nods.* \"The only people surrounding these areas at night are hunters or archers, like me. Or sometimes pick pockets.\" *She leads Melody through a cold and dim alleyway, revealing a library.* \"Here we are.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She trots up to the entrance way, letting out a sigh of relief once the door had successfully opened.*\"Thank you.\"*She whispered back to the huntress.*\"You don't have to come in if you don't want to, I'm just dropping a few books off.\"*With that she said, she soon headed inside.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She nods. She waits for her, hoping that she comes back and they have more time to talk. She makes Eimi nervous.. She's pretty, and she's tall.. And Eimi almost killed her. Guilt spreads through her body.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Some time passes before the Centaur came back out, returning to the huntress.*\"Well isn't that fortunate, made it right before closing time. I can go find a tavern or inn to stay at now. You wouldn't happen to know where one is would you?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She nods.* \"Follow me, ma'am.\" *She leads her through dim alleyways and empty streets. Only a few crickets could be heard on this night.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody followed after her, most of the sound coming from the clopping of her hooves. While they were walking, she decided to practice the new magic she learned, forcing the glow to form on her palm again as a way of detecting any threats.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She nods. She looks down, opening her mouth to ask something. \n\n\"Would you.. Like to get a room first, or have a drink?\" *She queries, hoping to get the answer that she wanted.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Well... I'll go see if I can purchase a room here and maybe you can find a seat for us while you wait.\"*She suggested. Not waiting for a response, the Centaur-Macen headed off towards the other side of the tavern to go ask the person working over the counter.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She nods, watching her go, asking the worker. Her stomach sinks, not knowing what to expect next. Not only does she still feel guilty, but there's something about Melody.. Her mind wanders to Melody's name. Can Melody sing?*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*After purchasing a room and receiving a key in return, she headed back towards the archer.*\"Got us a place to sit?\"*She asked.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Shit. She looks down, shaking her head.* \"I apologize, my uhm.. My mind drifted off.\" *She leads Melody to an empty corner of the tavern that has 4 chairs. She turns back to Melody.* \"Is here okay?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody looked at her in confusion at first in her not getting a table, but after the woman had found a place for them to sit at, she decided to not dwell on it.*\"This'll work just fine.\"*She said in return, sitting down in the chair and attempting to relax. The centaur attempted to shift some of her focus into practicing her new spell, it at least gave her something to do meantime.*\"Do you recommend anything here?\"*She asked.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She nods eagerly.* \"The wine here is great, and so is the beer. The whiskey's also amazing, if you're looking for something stronger. And for food.. They make great sandwiches!\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She let out a half-hearted laugh.*\"Well, I may just stick to water tonight, but the sandwiches sound like they may be nice.\"*Melody gestured to the other seats for the woman to sit down in before she looked over towards a waiter and waved to them so they could take their order to which she would ask for just that, water and one of their sandwiches.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She sits down, pulling her hood down. She smiles awkwardly, hoping that her blue-toned skin and her bright blue orbs won't scare Melody away. Her lips curled up into a more genuine smile.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*While Melody had finished the order, she waited idly for Eimi to make hers. She looked back over to her, pausing as she caught Eimi smiling at her to which she'd look around a bit before refocusing on the woman.*\"You seem happy-.\"*She said to break the awkwardness.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Oh, I am. It's been a while since I've had.. Any interaction really..\" *She smiles.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Oh, do you stay out in the forests often?\"*She asked. Assuming Eimi made her order already, Melody watched the waiter walk off soon after.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "`She nods. \"It's usually with the bears, and such. Going out is fun, sometimes, I suppose.\"`" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She looked at her in surprise.*\"Bears??\"*She asked in confusion, unsure if she meant literally bears or the Ursinoids.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Mhm! I grew up with them.\" *She smiles, proud.* \"They're really not as bad as people make them out to be.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Like... Actual bears...?\"*She asked slowly, unable to make the connection.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "WHY DID I DO IT AGAIN\n\nI'M GOING INSANE WHY DID I" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody seemed taken aback. She couldn't imagine being in close vicinity with bears. At least not in a peaceful setting.*\"Huh... Don't hear that everyday. Do hunters typically hang around bears?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Uh.. Dunno.. It depends. Hunters usually hunt anything and everything. But I only hunt small animals.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Well deers seem awfully large to be considered a small animal.\"*She decided to joke. Soon enough the drinks would be brought out, allowing her to enjoy a light sip of water while she waited for her food.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "`She laughs. \"I couldn't fully see you at the time, I could only see the fur.\" She takes a sip of her beer.`" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She let out a laugh before it faded into a more quiet sigh.*\"It wouldn't be the first I'm afraid, but you get used to it over time.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Has it ever been worse?\" *She asks, hoping it's not too much of a personal question.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Well I haven't been shot in the rear yet, so I guess it could be much worse.\"*She said, trying to laugh it off. It wasn't as bad as animals mistaking her for a deer anyways, but they were not the biggest problem currently.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"That's.. Good. I'm glad you haven't been hurt yet.\"\n\nSorry I'm downloading Sims 4 cc.." }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody wish she could say the same for the others, but now wasn't the setting to bring up the war going on. She decided to sit silently, not noticing she had gone quiet before the food arrived for them and she found something else to focus on as she ate.*\"I'm glad too.\"*She finally said.*\"But I'll be having to go back to traveling soon enough so who knows what'll happen.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Her concentration was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door. Who would want her attention?*\n\n*Sirdan??!! The noble of something, and an incredibly proficient spellcaster __and__ horse rider. What could he possibly get from-geomancy? Now that she thought about it, Garuda did have something about that in her book. And blood magic...*\n\n*The mage stood up, pressing her face against the door. On Sirdan's side, he could see a pair of glowing eyes; the Organ Ward spell. So it was Sirdan, and not someone trying to imitate him. Cuo opened the door, looking up as the elf towered over her by over a foot.*\n\n\"You said blood magic and geomancy? Why? And why from me? Sol has Geomancy, no?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan would look down on Cuo, wondering for a moment how to... Talk to her properly. Is he supposed to kneel? A question he hasn't really thought of. He was holding a bag of something \n\n\"Well, I want to learn how to extract mana from my enemies, allies, and swines in battle more efficiently. After all, the fireblast I cast was very effective and important in battle. And I want to build monuments, move stones and create buildings. And nothing's better than Geomancy for that.\" \n\n\"And you seems to be far more approachable. You and Garuda.\" \n\nSirdan would fish inside his bag, then take out some hard candies that he have acquired - some kind of turkish delights he found, multiple different types of herbs with sugar added with a complex favor. And some delicious crackers alongside an apple pie. \n\n\"I come with tribute.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Yeah, his fireblast was incredibly effective. Unlike hers/Garuda's. Though there was that initial hit where she took out a crowd.*\n\n\"Ooh, so you want to suck mana from people. I wouldn't call Garuda approachable...\" \n\n*The crow shot Cuo a look of judgement.* \"But I guess Sol is a bit weird.\"\n\n*Her expression changed from inquisitive to excited once she saw the various candies and sweets, something she rarely got to experience.*\n\n\"OOH CANDY! Is it... All for me? And Garuda?\"\n\n*The crow hopped over, taking a cracker for itself. A new friend appeared too; a black and red fox peeked its head out from under the covers, darting over and rubbing itself on Sirdan's calf.*\n\n\"Loki! You want some too, huh?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Indeed. When you run out of mana, why not just take it from others?\" *Sirdan would grin, and then looked at Garuda.* \n\n\"Garuda's quite approachable compared to others. I like... His... Or her? Sense of humor.\" \n\n*Then, he would sit down on the floor and then laid out the candies in his bags.* \n\n\"There's enough for both of yo-\" *He blinked and then looked at the black and red fox, surprised, and then immediately patted its ears,*\"Yep! All for you two, or three, might try some myself - I have not treated myself with candies or anything sweet for a long time. I'm a fan of savory food, you know. And the best sweet food are to be found in Kadho... Or Salvainia.\" \n\n*Sirdan said, knowing he will not be setting foot in that city for years. He would point at a group of strange looking, colorful and spicy candies,*\"These are spiced hard candies - made from actual spice. It is rumored to have some medicinal property, but they can taste a bit... Mm, spicy, or strange. This one has a ginger undertone, and is good for cold, and this one made of black pepper, it helps clear your sinuses...\"\n\n\"Then these here are the more indulgent option, they call it Siuian Delight...\" The Siuian Delight were the majority of the confectionaries in his bag - with at least ten different color - all of them made of starch and sugar,\"This one's for tangerine, this one for blackberry... Orange..\" Sirdan started listing almost half of the edible fruits in this part of the world,\"Got it from a confectionary that supplies the Duke's household. It should be pretty good.\" \n\nSirdan then proceeded to pop an roange-flavored turkish delight into his mouth. There's twice as many orange flavored than other flavor. Bias." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Garuda then shot a look at Sirdan before speaking in a human voice.* \"I'm a girl too, you know? Loki over there though is a guy. When he's not being an absolute goofball.\"\n\n*The fox smiled upon having its ears pet, rolling over and exposing its stomach.*\n\nC-\"Should I save the medicinal ones for later then? Siuian Delight... Is it like Runran mochi?\"\n\n*Cuo popped one in her mouth, her face soon lighting up with glee.* \"Issho good!\" *She then promptly began trying to stuff her face with some of them.*\n\nG-\"You're going to choke if you eat them like that.\" *The crow then promptly took a delight for herself, before finding the treat in her beak was suddenly stolen by the fox. The crow shot a dagger-like look at Loki, while the trickster simply scampered around laughing*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"I was not aware gender changed based on goofballness.\" *Sirdan chuckled, continuing to pat the fox and then belly rubbed it, smiling in delight, enjoying the soft fur* \n\n\"Mmm, they are both medicines and candies, try some - although I'll say the Siuian Delights are better if you just want to indulge yourself.\" \n\n*He pointed out some here,*\"This one have a lighter taste - made out of rosewater, but you can eat them a lot. I've tried Mochi before... Mmm, not sure what they are like compared to Mochi.\" \n\n*Sirdan picked up a turkish delight, flavored with rosewater and then fed it to the crow.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Loki seemed to enjoy being petted, but his preference decided to change on a whim between being pet and running around. Cuo takes a moment to chew the delights to avoid choking as Garuda said, before trying a ginger one.*\n\n\"I've never had medicine flavored candy before. I've only had honeyed ginger tea. Mochi is a bit chewier I think, and this is more jelly-like.\"\n\n*Of course, Cuo had never had jelly. She was only going off observation.*\n\n*Garuda graciously accepted the rose water delight, who bit off chunks in order to pass down her gullet. Loki ran up to try and steal it again, but was driven back by Garuda cawing and pecking at him.*\n\n\"I suppose draining mana is like taking a Siuian delight from someone.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Chewier and probably stickier? Would that make it a choking hazard I wonder? Maybe I could go over to Salvainia to... Nevermind, I'm never setting foot in that city in my life. Perhaps I will go elsewhere for Runran food.\" \n\n*Sirdan would look at the candies and then fed Garuda another turkish delight - this time one that was coconut flavored.* \n\n\"That's a strange metaphor. But I suppose it works - I can purchase the animals we need to practice on... So, how can we start the training?\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Aw, Salvania seems like a cool place to visit too. Runra's the best place for Runran food though.\"\n\n*Garuda accepted the coconut Turkish delight. It seems that she liked the rose water one more.*\n\n\"Well, first we need to see what mana stealing is actually like.\"\n\n*Cuo dragged a table over, setting 4 Turkish delight on each side. Several candies were placed on each side as well.*\n\n\"Each delight is a mana. Casting spells uses mana sometimes. Say I cast Fireball.\"\n\n*Cuo picked up two delights from one side and scarfed them down.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Well, I am sure you are not wanted in Salvainia yet. But I wouldn't risk losing you by telling you to go there. You can visit my domain instead. I have a nice manor house.\" \n\nSirdan said with zero shame, and then fed a rose water turkish delight to Garuda next. There was only four of them left. Then he looked at the corner, looking at Cuo putting the turkish delights in her mouth, wondering if it was an excuse. \n\n\"Mmm, and that's two fireballs gone. But how do we... Connect to the other person's mana, and steal it more... Efficiently?\" Mana draining was just such a basic technique, but doing it like Cuo? That was a different matter." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Let's go over a normal attack first. It should be a 0 mana spell. Hah!\"\n\n*Upon her exclamation, Cuo punched the air right above the delights. It was clearly a weak and ineffective one.*\n\n\"That's just a normal thing like Leech. But what if I-\"\n\n*Cuo punches the air above once more, but opens her hand afterward and sneakily grabs one, moving it to her side.*\n\n\"This is how to do it when the enemy is still fighting back. You need to learn this concept first. Take that regular mana drain and infuse it into your basic attack.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"...Huh?\" *Sirdan would be quite confused,*\"Well, those are indeed, low cost spell.\" \n\n*Sirdan looked around the inn, worried about the idea of practicing here,*\"How about we take it outside? There's training ground we can uses with permission from Agatha. I am sure she won't mind.\" \n\nSirdan took in Cuo's movement and then led her outside, toward an empty training yard for archery and mage in Agatha's domains.*" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo soon found herself in the training yard, looking around.*\n\n\"Same thing. Garuda likes to use a different system. She's old like that. Anyway, it has to be a more precise low cost spell, like this.\"\n\n*Cuo aims at a target, and a streak of dark energy is fired directly at it.*\n\n\"Spells like that are better for mana stealing because they're more precise. You can't do it with wide reaching attacks. Stand back.\"\n\n*The mage's hand glowed orange, and a burst of flame blasted out from her hand.*\n\n\"If you try and reach too far, you won't end up grabbing anything. So you can only steal mana from one thing at a time.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Well.\" *Sirdan paused for a bit, switching to a grandfather, deep voice,*\"You should respect your elders.\" \n\n*Then, he watched Cuo-Garuda cast the spell at the target, and then followed up by pointing his index finger, firing a lightning bolt at the target, leaving a nice little scorch.* \n\n*He stood back then watched Cuo.* \n\n\"Mmm. That I understand, but how do you... Imbed the way you steal energy from them, so to speak?\" \n\n*Sirdan would lift his palm toward the sky, and then formed a pattern of mana in his hand that resembles a vortex of some sort - designed to draw mana from a dead army.* \n\n\"Can you perform the movement for me?\"" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"I'll be taking over from here. You're on the right path.\"\n\n*Garuda formed a similar looking vortex out of death magic, eldritch and grasping almost like a hand.*\n\n\"You basically combine the two. This way you can damage your opponent and drain their mana at the same time.\"\n\n*Garuda then fired it out at the target, and the 'hand' closed its fingers around it, though with no effect as the target wasn't living.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Does Cuo like this? I wonder.\" \n\n*Sirdan then combined the vortex with another sigil formed - one signaling a lightning bolt. An unstable clash of mana mixes together, and it fails. Then, he would try again, and again, and again...\n\n....Until he fails after ten times, staring intently at Garuda's hands.\n\n\"I think I'll need a few more times to imitate it properly.\"" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"Hm? Like what?\"\n\n*Garuda promptly watched as Sirdan proceeded to fail ten times in a row.*\n\n\"You just need practice. If Cuo is able to do it, so can you. You know, up until about a two or three years ago, the only magic she could wield for combat was fire magic, and some force magic for everyday stuff.\"\n\n*The mage then formed the hand again.*\n\n\"Don't infuse too much mana into it. Use just enough to conjure both that vortex and the spell itself. If you overload it with mana, then you aren't able to steal any. It's like taking candy from someone while you still have some in your hand.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Like the whole body takeover. It must feels weird. To be in possession of your body but not.\" \n\n*Sirdan nodded, continuing to form the vortexes while eyeing Garuda's intently,*\"Indeed. It take a lot of practice to become good at magic. But imitation makes it much, much easier. It was probably much harder for the first mage than for the one after, after all.\" \n\n*Then, he would forms the two vortexes into one stable sigil, before sending it out violently toward the target bale, the projectile impacting and then making the sound of a hundred bug zapper at once, along with a much more subtle tone of some kind of vacuum, or air drawn violently.* \n\n*Sirdan smiled.*" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"Eh, she's sometimes annoyed. Generally speaking, she's totally unaware of what's going on, unless I explicity want her to see it or I'm under stress. Like when we were fighting at the castle. Right now she's aware and-\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"-and now I'm taking it back! Hmph!\"\n\n*Garuda then manifested as a crow on her shoulder.*\n\n\"You know you can't do that in combat right? The sudden transition will knock you out cold for a bit.\"\n\n\"Yeah, but we're not in combat!\"\n\n*The crow proceeded to look done with bothering with the mage, soon commenting on Sirdan's technique.*\n\n\"Good. Now do it a thousand times until it becomes natural. Or as many as you need.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Huh?\" *Sirdan sounded a bit confused at the two's transitioning shenanigan. Then, he would understand that Garuda didn't mean to refer to him, but to Cuo instead.* \n\n\"Aye. With the practice of a thousand times. Well, let's try a hundred first, and then we can move onto Geomancy. I can control my hands with telekinesis and lift things up, and I know hwo to manifest fire, but rock is another matter. I wish to learn by imitation from you.\" \n\nSirdan started practicing the leech bolt over and over, alteranting his two hands until he gained some kind of mastery. \n\n\"Great, before we go we'll have roast pork, and I'll buy a swine or three to practice this on. I'll cook - and Myhan will supply the spices if the gods will it.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"...Geomancy? About that-\"\n\nG-\"At the moment, Cuo doesn't know Geomancy. She possibly could if she expanded her contract, but she's been wanting to stay self sufficient for a little longer. Cuo, open the grimoire and go the Geomancy chapter. It should be written by Chroma.\"\n\n*Cuo obliges, picking the grimoire up with an invisible magic hand and flipping it to the appropiate chapter. In it was details about geomancy, for combat and for general use. A small pebble would begin to float in front of Sirdan's face.*\n\nG-\"Right now, I'm using force magic in order to lift this pebble. Basic geokinesis is similar; in fact, all kinesis works this way. Cuo only knows basic telekinesis, because she prioritzed learning the techniques for combat first. I myself plan for Cuo to use the Aero and Geo schools next.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Just how does the contract work anyway? What happens if one day either of you decided to leave the contract\" Sirdan asked curiously. \n\nSirdan nodded as Garuda explained geokinesis. It was the same principles as pyrokinesis and telekinesis, both skills he already have. \n\nThen, he would start lifting another pebble, attempting to connect to it himself. He closed his eyes, his magic taking a faint green tint as he tried connecting to earth rather than pure force" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Well...\"\n\nG-\"In exchange for helping Cuo, I'm brought back as a bound spirit. Cuo's a Spiritbinder. As it's strenuous on the body to summon a body, we opted for possession instead. I'm responsible for the majority of Cuo's power. I too in my past life was a Spiritbinder, and my bound spirit was Loki here.\"\n\n*The crow looks at the fox now scampering around.*\n\n\"I'm pretty sure Loki was a spiritbinder too. His spirit was a serpent, Chroma.\"\n\n*Cuo's, Garuda's, and Loki's eyes all look to Sirdan channeling his newfound Geomancy.*\n\n\"Woah... You did that so fast!\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan nodded and listened to Garuda's tales,\"Hmmph. So, in your past life, you weren't a crow? I don't know many spiritbinder who were a crow historically... Or animal.\" Sirdan rubbed his chin,\"Perhaps one day I'll be one of the most powerful mage and summon a spirit of my own.\" \n\nThen, he listened to Garuda's tale of Loki... Also being a spiritbinder, whom had a serpent spiritbinder. \n\n\"...Hang on, how long does this tale end? Loki going to have a spirit, Chroma, whom have a spirit... And then next thing we know, the chain goes back to the time of Scre being alive?\" \n\nSirdan said calmly, a piece of pebble spinning in his hand... And the rotation become more and more rapid before Sirdan caught himself spinning the rock like a fidget spinner. He regained control, and then attempted to lift up another pebble with his geokinesis. \n\nHe succeeded, and then he tried to grab some dirt from the ground, lifting it up, dropping one of the pebble in process. \n\n\"....I supposed I'm connected to the earth, hehehe...\" A smug grin appeared over Sirdan" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "G-\"Well, I was a crow. A harpy, to be more specific. Loki over there was a kemonomimi. And Chroma was a naga, from what I know.\"\n\n*The crow looks to Loki, who nods.*\n\n\"So yeah, we're old. We're a series of spiritbinders; 4 in total, to be precise. We don't know who Chroma's spirit was, but he's the original. He bound himself to an artifact, and then Chroma summoned him as a spirit. Then Chroma bound himself to an object, and Loki summoned him, and so on.\"\n\nC-\"...And you're telling me this *Now*??!!\"\n\n*Cuo seemed visibly frustrated that Garuda hadn't explained this to her yet.*\n\nG-\"Hey, it's complicated. Plus, we had other worries at the time. Now's a good time to say it.\"\n\n*Garuda flew over to Sirdan to observe his geomancy from his shoulder.*\n\n\"You should be able to manipulate 2 objects at once. Cuo.\"\n\n*The mage nodded, and Sirdan can feel two invisible hands pulling at his ears.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmm. Harpy. I used to know a harpy girl ages ago.\" Sirdan said, nodding in fond memory,\"I taught her how to speak and write, and then one day some handsome harpy man came in, picked her up and she was gone, just like that.\" Sirdan trtauma dumped. \n\nThen, he looked at Loki, listening to the group's history as he continued idly spinning the rock. \n\n....And the invisible hands of Cuoconomics started tugging his ears. Sirdan wouldn't be on guard, and so, his ears was tugged. \n\n\"Hey! Just because my ears's pointier doesn't mean that's nice. I'm no kemonomimi you know?\" \n\nSirdan wished he was one, honestly. They looked so pattable. \n\nHe would try to yank Cuo's hair with a telekinetic hand of his" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Aw. Do you want Garuda instead?\"\n\n*Garuda shot a look at Cuo before Loki jumped onto Sirdan, wrapping himself around his neck life a scarf.*\n\n\"Hehe-ack!\"\n\n*Cuo suddenly found her hair being yanked, which was easily done so. The mage countered by sticking two invisible fingers into Sirdan's nostrils.*\n\n\"Take that!\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"I'll adopt Garuda and teach her how to write and read. I'm a very mature father figure.\" \n\nSaid Sirdan as the fox jumped onto him, and then he patted Loki,\"Can I keep Loki? I love having a fluffy animal near me.\" \n\nAnd then he found some foreign object in his nose, activating Sirdan's defensive instincts as he attempted to protect himself from direct telekinesis - ruining his attempt to yank Cuo's hair in process. \n\nBut not before..." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "G-\"I can already write and read. I literally wrote everything in that book. Though, I did have a lot of help from Loki and Chroma.\"\n\n*Garuda flew onto Sirdan's head, and Loki jumped off and scampered over to run around Cuo's legs.*\n\n\"Sorry, Loki's *My* Pillow. He's too soft and fluffy.\"\n\n*Cuo found herself now free, with Sirdan now sneezing as a result. The invisible hands then perform a tickling assault at his sides. It was clear that she was experienced with them.*\n\n\"Hah!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Heh. I was joking about that. I know you can read and write.\" Sirdan said, nodding to himself as he read the book, trying to pick out the writing styles and what kind of language it is. \n\n\"Shame, I will- Hey!\" Sirdan turned around, giving Cuo a deathly stare as he is tickled,\"Don't make me retaliae!\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*The writing style would be old Runran, perhaps 200 years ago or so. Though it was still able to be clearly read for anyone who was literate in Runran.*\n\n\"Eek! Ok-!\"\n\n*The invisible hands immediately back off, and Cuo decides to sit crosslegged on the ground as Garuda watches Sirdan reading the chapter. She seemed to be looking at him curiously, but at the same time, not looking at him. Indeed, she was looking through Garuda's eyes to see what he was reading.*\n\n\"So you're on the geomancy chapter?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan was having extreme difficulty deipchering all those moon runes, especially because these are difficult and obscure words. And it isn't his native languages. \n\n\"Yeah... Well, I don't think I can read this that well. What is this character, and that one... I think I will need your guidance on connecting the dots on actual high level Geokinesis.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"That's rock, and that's mana. Are you able to read Runran?\"\n\n*Cuo spoke from her cross legged position, spinning a small rock above her palm (thought it was clear she was being Force magic).*\n\n\"I don't know Geomancy myself... Oh! Maybe we could learn together?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Somewhat. Runran is difficult, especially if it is Runran from two hundred years ago. The strokes isn't written like it was from the materials I got from Hu Lang. And the grammar is ever so slightly different. Besides, there's a lot of difficult words here... Like what is this!?\" \n\nSirdan pointed at an obscure character that probably meant Mana. \n\n\"Yes! We can learn Geomancy together. Then we can raise a lot of runestones of our mutual adventure!\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Hu Lang...\"\n\n*Cuo translated the words from Runran to Silnarian, and was utterly baffled. Was that really her name?*\n\n\"...Did Hu Lang ever tell you what his name meant? That just means 'Tiger Wolf'.\"\n\nG-\"That's close. That character in front means 'flow'. So it can be interpreted as the 'flow of mana'.\"\n\n*Cuo sat up excitedly at the prospect of learning Geomancy with Sirdan.*\n\n\"Whoo! Now we can throw rocks at people!\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"His? Her brother? Did she introduces her to me using her last name? Family name? Comon.\" \n\nHe laughed,\"That's like calling you Cuo..\"\n\nSirdan then entered loading state for 2 seconds as he realized that's exactly what he has called her all along,\"What's your given name anyway?\" \n\nSirdan would start lifting rocks and throwing them at the training targets,\"Well, let's go, we got all day to spend. Let's throw a lot of rock until we can drop a five hundred pounds boulders on top of everyone who dare to fight us... Just like the stoneshot that Adelmar shot at me.\" \n\n\"...Thinking about it hurts.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Oh, is it a she? It makes sense as a family name, I think. That's still weird though. Tiger wolf?\"\n\n*Cuo was lost in thought for a bit before answering.*\n\n\"I've always been called Cuo, and my full given name is Cuo Xiao Lu. I don't know what any of it means. Don't have any family to ask either.\"\n\n*Cuo picked up a pebble and tried to throw it, but she was still clearly using force magic. It would be a while before she got access to Geomancy.*\n\n\"I don't think I can get that good...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Well. I don't know Runran very well either.\" \n\nHe shook his head as Cuo's lack of confidence,\"...I'm waging a guess you're much younger than I am. I've been working those magic muscles for perhaps, a decade or two longer than you. Fighting all my life. It is not appropriate to compare you and I's level.\" \n\n\"If you keep working on yourself and tag along with someone unlikely to get you killed - that's not me, by the way. I'm sure you will learn Geomancy like me in no time. A lot of this is about building up, exercising the magical circuits inside your body - how much latent abilities you have inside you, you know?\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"...I guess? I'm... I actually don't know how old I am. How old am I, Garuda?\"\n\nG-\"Hell if I know. All I know is you found my book in the forest.\"\n\n*Cuo looked disatisfied as she pitched a rock into the sky.*\n\n\"I've been training magic since I was a child. I've always been bad at it. It's thanks to Garuda that I've been able to progress to where I am now. I basically have no latent ability; magic or physical.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"...Huh, you don't know how old you are?\" Sirdan thought for a moment,\"Do you have uh, any memories of your childhood or something?\" \n\nThen he examined Cuo and looked her up and down,\"All people have the potential for magic within them. Some stronger than others - just like how some are able to become greater warrior than others. But it is simply a matter of knowing a good tutor and having the resources to learn magic. If one day everyone in the world could dedicate hours everyday to study magic - then everyone in this world would wield them.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "After arriving in Kadho and spending some time politicking, Sirdan got to the next part of his plan! \n\nSol is a hot and crazy priestess, and Cuo is a hot and possessed Runran girl. Therefore, it is obvious that he should attempts to engage in relationships with them. They says the best way to a person's heart is through their stomach (He seems to have forgotten that specifies man, but Sirdan's all for gender equality). \n\nSo Sirdan would purchase quite a bit of food from the market and put them in his magical refrigerator, readying himself to cook any cuisine of his choice, and then send out an invitation to Cuo and Sol. \n\nAnd Myhan, just to beat the allegations. He isn't sure where the bnnuy is, she probably overslept. \n\nThe three would be invited to a dinner at Sirdan's manor house, with the menu being \"Fresh omnivore menu of Kadhoki choice, plus some Gwannamese food.\" Also, he specifies that he will invite the three to stay the night. Sirdan also says there's a room prepared specifically for Myhan on the upper floor. \n\nWhen the trio arrive, they will see a regular town house, where the door was just barely tall enough for Myhan to fit in. And it was an oversized door." }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Sirdan was inviting her for food? At first, it made her heart flutter, until he elaborated that both Sol and Myhan were arriving. She had seen him take some glances at Sol, but surely because Myhan was being invited, it would be a regular dinner thing. Right? Of course, the bunny was nowhere to be found; like an actual rabbit. Still, he __had__ asked her out on a date, so maybe? Just maybe?*\n\n*Cuo stood at the front entrance, looking at the massive door, presumably made so Myhan could fit.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "The priestess didn't have any plans for that particular evening, hence she ended up accepting. She would show up a little after Cuo had, bearing a flask of wine and dressed in her latest purchase at the clothing store. Not that she'd expected to be putting it to use so soon.\n\n\"I hope I'm not late.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "At the top of the townhouse, one can see a window open, and Sirdan seems to be reading there. Then, Sirdan shot a glance to the side as soon as Cuo appeared. \n\nSirdan would disappear, rushing downstairs as the girl appeared. The first person he saw was Cuo. Beautiful, with a soft face. A little bit clueless, and quite attractive in other manners to boot. \n\nAnd then Sirdan spotted Sol, who was also beautiful, but her outfit, with nothing on the back left to imagination. Sirdan visibly gulped, using a moment to regain his composure,\"Ah, you're looking gorgeous today, Sol.\" Sirdan said, forgetting his manner to compliment Cuo at the same time. \n\n\"Comon in, I am sure Myhan will be here soon. I've got plenty of food ready. Cuo, would you like something Gwannamese? And Sol, would you like something Hombaxian or from Ie? I know a few dishes from there, but I've never got to know much about you or talk to you.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo looked to Sol, who was in a beautiful (if not incredibly revealing) dress. Was she underdressed for this? She had really ever only worn one type of outfit, covering her entire body. She shifted weight from one leg to the other, hoping that everything would be alright.*\n\n*Oh, Sirdan was here! But of course, Sol took his attention first. Why wouldn't she, wearing that? She looked away for a bit, a tinge of jealously building within her (both from Sol's assets and Sirdan's attention.*\n\n\"Oh, uh, sure!\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"And not on other days, I see.\" The priestess pretends to frown, then switches back to her usual smile. \"But I jest. I couldn't find much with short notice, so please accept this wine in place of a gift.\"\n\nHer gaze would momentarily flicker to Cuo before Sol nodded in response to the question.\n\n\"I'm fine with either.\" A gentle giggle. \"And sure, we can talk more over food.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan would nod and then lead the two inside.* \n\n\"Oh. Oh no, not what I mean. You're gorgeous indeed.\" *He chuckled and then took the wine, not even glancing at what kind of vintage it was, before setting it aside on a table inside,*\"Thank you, but there's no need to get me any gifts - I'm just happy to be treating you two - eh. Three to dinner.\" \n\nThen he would bring the two to the table, where there were some mochis and turkish delights laid out, alongside a pot of hot Runran tea, processed to make it a bit less energizing. \n\n\"I will get to work preparing dinner today - shall I surprise you two? You two would be fine with anything, right?\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*A gift too? Should she have brought one?*\n\n*Cuo's worries soon disappeared with the assortment of food on the table, her expression visibly changing with stars in her eyes.*\n\n\"Oh yes, anything is good!\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan would quickly get to work preparing the food, using telekinesis to help himself in the kitchen. From the table Cuo could watch him cooking the food. \n\nFirst, Sirdan chopped a bunch of spring onions acquired from the market, and then took some onions and chopped it apart, and then mixed in some eggs with salt and black pepper. \n\nThen he would prepare the other main dishes - a Hombaxian style Biryani, with marinated raw chicken cooked together with rice and ghee. \n\nThen, as the rice baked together in a clay pot, he would start frying the Gwannamese fried rice and a salmon he has acquired in a large pan, using his multiple telekinetic hands to keep track of all the food. Sirdan was sweating. \n\nAfter a while, the full four course dinner would be ready, and he presented it on the dining table to the guests: \n\nA massive bowl of Gwannamese fried rice mixed with shrimp, minced chicken and beef, with egg and fried soy sauce and a small amount of what appears to be a savory spicy fish sauce on top. \n\nA big bowl of Hombaxian biryani baked with spiced and marinated chicken, which looked a bit red from the rich tomato marinade Sirdan used. \n\nAn entire fried salmon, certified to give Myhan enough protein, served alongside Mayonnaise. \n\nAnd some refreshing freshly squeezed orange juice, served with South Mentian white wine. \n\n\"I've got more drinks - if you prefer Adoric red, I've got a few vintage. I've even got Gwannam rice wine and imitation sake here too.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo curiously watched Sirdan, a magical pair of eyes being used to get a better view as he moved around, paying careful attention to the elf (not his cooking skills). In the end, the Gwannamese fried rice did catch her attention though, along with the fresh orange juice.*\n\n\"Rice wine?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Rice wine. Mei... Mei Jao. I think that's how they call it. They brew wine using rice in Gwannam. I imported some of them since I know some of my friends might have some Runran taste.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"...Can I have some?\"\n\n*Cuo had never tried rice wine before, so she was eager for a taste.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan would head over to his cellar, returning after a moment with two variation of rice wine. One was a conventional bottle of Huangjiu (Yellow rice wine), with a slightly sweet taste. And the other was Baijiu - white rice wine, with a very strong flavor and aroma. \n\nSirdan would serve one small shot chilled, one heated, and the baijiu at room temperature. \n\n\"See which one you like - if at all. The Baijiu is a very strong and acquired taste. It is as strong as Silnarian whiskey, but with a much heavier taste. Oh, and drink it with food.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Without waiting for Sirdan to stop speaking, Cuo took the shot of Baijiu and immediately downed it without a second thought. Consequently, she was left coughing and hacking, not used to the burning sensation the alcohol had.*\n\n\"-ack-\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan laughed, shaking his head*,\"Be more careful, have you never learned of heavy liquor like this in your homeland?\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"...Sort of? They didn't really teach us about it, just more so that we shouldn't drink it.\"\n\n*Cuo turned red in embarrassment and turned away, setting the cup on the table.*\n\n\"Is the other one better?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Whomever brought you up didn't do their job properly. Did they not teach you about alcohol so that strange men won't offer them to you and you not know what it is?\" \n*Sirdan shook his head in disapproval.*\n\n\"This one's milder - Yellow Rice Wine as they call it, it is less strong, perhaps half or a quarter compared to the other one. I seldomly drink, but I do have something of a favorite from a local shop if you want.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "Sol had been quietly drinking the white ever since it'd appeared on the table, for she quite liked the taste. That said, she wasn't a strong drinker and now her face was starting to flush slightly red. She got up from where she'd been sitting and circled over to where Cuo was.\n\n\"Mhm. If you don't have much drinking experience, it's nicer to start out with something less strong.\" She peered at the other bottle, then chuckled as she ruffled the other girl's hair. \"Of course, the results will be similar if you down it in one sitting, so consider taking a sip every so often instead.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"...Not really, no.\"\n\n*Cuo's expression was ligtened as her hair was ruffled, and she helped herself to a large serving of the fried rice before trying the alcohol again. Noticably, her redness hardly went down.*\n\n\"I never got to do a lot.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan blinked as Garuda chugged down the wine, and then presented more alcohol from the kitchen.* \n\n\"Now hang on Cuo, don't drink too much. You'd get overly drunk and that's bad.\" Sirdan said, as he presented three of his favorite - all of them very low alcohol content beer, 3% or so, with a hint of different kind of stone fruit, of varying degree of sweetness. \n\n\"Lindesmen here, this one's the least sweet of them all, and then the Rodenbach, this one's in the middle, and finally Kastel, this one's the sweetest of them all. I don't drink much, but this is for replacing water. It is healthy for adult.\" \n\nThen he glanced at Sol sipping all the Baijiu unironically, blinking, and then pointed at the food,\"You all should grab some of those food too.\" He said, sitting down and popping in a few bite of the chicken biryani, before washing it down with... Salmon with mayonnaise!?" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Thankfully, it's never too late to start.\" And with one last ruffle of Cuo's hair, Sol returns to her seat and nodded at Sirdan's words, reaching over to scoop up some fried rice. And then she helped herself to another cup of white wine.\n\n\"It's not bad at all, the taste. You could open a restaurant.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"I think I'll try the others later.\"\n\n*For now, Cuo blissfully helped herself to the fried rice, her expression perking up instantly.*\n\n\"Wow, this is good!\"\n\n*The mage began shoveling her mouth with fried rice as if someone was going to take it from her. At the same time though, she eyed the three new alcohols. Sweet? She liked sweet.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan chuckled,*\"I've considered opening Sirdan's Tiaian Barbeque back when I was in Salvainia. That plan went down the sewers for multiple reasons.\" \n\nSirdan seemed quite proud of his food, and then offered to pour her a cup of the sweet beer - which Sirdan have chilled with his own pyromantic magic to be cold and delicious. \n\n\"If either of you like your alcohol chilled, I'll serve it chilled. And I can serve it warm if you want too.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Which one is better? The only cold thing I've had to drink was spring or river water. And maybe a juice.\"\n\n*Cuo proceeded to use her telekinesis in order to lift the spoon and shovel food in her mouth, crossing her arms in front of her to relax.+" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Can't say that's proper table manner.\" Sirdan chuckled and then pointed at the mildly sweet one,\"This one's my favorite for a day drink. Just a normal, agreeable, not overpowering taste.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"I'm fine with either.\" Sol's face was redder than it had been a short while ago, seeing as how her cup was once again empty. Talking coherently still wasn't a problem, however.\n\n\"Ah, I heard from sir Myhan about that one.\" Which was not strictly true, she merely asked about how the two of them had ended up feuding with Salvainia, but ambiguity was key. \"A pity, since the food there wasn't half bad either last I visited.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*So it was like juice then. She instead sought out the sweetest of the three; the mage seemed to have a sweet tooth. The cup slid over to her, and she took a small sip to see what it tasted like.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan would then serve the next cup of alcohol to Sol chilled. He himself seems a little bit uneasy about getting both of the girls drunk while he himself, stayed completely sober. \n\n\"Oh. Yes. We became Barons here by assisting in a local plot...\" He sat back on the coach and looked at the remaining food in front of him, instinctively eating a bit more to make sure none goes wasted. Presumably, Myhan would devour the rest without a problem. \n\n\"We were just two hapless mercenaries who each formed our own group of equally clueless mercenary. Mine was with a mysterious egg man, a couple of a wolfman and a naga that was on the verge of..\" He paused for a bit,\"Screwing eachother every moment, even before battle. And an Oni who tagged along.\" \n\n\"And yes, Salvainia's food is the best in the world. It is one of the biggest city, located in a suitable warm climate, with delicious rice and an international population...\" He paused for a bit, seemingly a bit sad about losing his access to Salvainian food\n\nThe alcohol was quite sweet and had a subtle fruity undertone. It could be mistaken for some really complex fruit juice, if not for the undertone of alcohol underneath. \n\n\"But it doesn't matter. I'll make my domain into the best place to eat in the world.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Upon tasting the sweetness and the fruity undertone, Cuo proceeded to down half the cup in one gulp. When her face was visible again, it was red.*\n\n\"Screwing... What is that?\"\n\n*The language seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't remember what it meant.*\n\n\"I was in Salvania once! I had these good fried potato sticks there. The best place to eat in the world... I'd like to live there.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"...Pfft!\"\n\nIt turned out to be a good thing that the cup hadn't yet reached her lips, or a good amount of its content would have ended up on the food. The priestess laughed easily, greatly amused. As to what amused her, that would be anybody's guess.\n\n\"Surely there are Salvainian merchants that still cross the border and come here to peddle their wares. Alternatively, why not ask someone to buy ingredients on your behalf? You'll have to do the cooking yourself, but I imagine it'll balance out in the long term.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"...That's attempting to fuck.\" Sirdan explained in more blunt term, and then would close the remaining bottle of beers and alcohol. \n\n\"I think you're drinking too much, Cuo.\" Sirdan said, visibly moving away a bottle of beer away from Cuo. \n\nThen he blinked, wondering what Sol was laughing at,\"Indeed. There's still trade between the two country, even though they were at war just a minute ago. I do purchase some ingredients from the harbor occasionally - and my domain in Syras is very close in climate compared to the Adoros Delta. But really, it is not the ingredients that matter - ingredients can be acquired with money. It is the skilled cook, and Salvainia attracts a lot of them.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Mhm, that's quite a fair point. You could try poaching a chef — can't imagine all of them being devout loyalists — but I suppose the distance and relative inaccessibility to ingredients may deter more than a fair share. But then again —\" And here one could notice her starting to get drunk based off what she was saying. \"The direct method of solving that issue would be to conquer Salvainia, I imagine.\"\n\nPerhaps Sol shouldn't have been trusted with the white wine, but as it turned out she'd emptied the bottle. Ah, well." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan blinked as he realized the Baijiu was entirely empty, and he looked at Sol,\"...I'm surprised you just drank all of that straight. If you can hold your alcohol, I can get you more. But I'd rather not be accused of inappropriate actions toward my colleagues.\" \n\nHe chuckled,\"Maybe in twenty years, I'll be sure to have you three tag along when I march to Salvainia and.\" Suddenly, Sirdan felt as if he saw something in the shadow,\"Conquer it for the Republic.\"\n\nThen he would acquire a bottle of Silnarian whiskey and pour it out in a glass for himself, before raising it. He would pour whatever Sol wanted.\n\n\"All hail the Republic!\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*\"That's attempting to fuck.\"*\n\n\"L-like, s-s... Se-\"\n\n*Not able to finish her question, Cuo quickly downs the rest of her cup.*\n\n\"Yeah! Then get all the chefs! And make good food!\"\n\n*The thought of [redacted] was still stuck in her mind though. She had never seen it, but she had definitely heard things before.*\n\n*\"Garuda, what is 'fucking' like?\"*\n\n*G-\"Well, it's when a man [redacted] his [redacted] into a woman's [redacted]. Then, he [redacted] [redacted] until [reda-\"*\n\n\"I GET IT!!\"\n\n*Cuo grabbed her hair and attempted to pull it over her face in embarrassment, then realized that she had just blurted randomness out loud.*\n\n\"Sorry. That was Garuda.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"My, my. I think I'll settle for something lighter, or tomorrow morning will come with quite the vengeance. At least, more than it already will. But either way, I don't really mind, you know?\"\n\nOnce again, exactly what she 'didn't mind' was another riddle left to the listener's interpretation. The priestess managed to hold back another bout of laughter.\n\n\"Sure, if we're all around in twenty years.\" Raising her own glass for the toast." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Yeah. Like that.\" Sirdan deadpanned, infected by her joyous battle cry,\"We'll see if we are still that enthusiastic in twenty years.\" \n\nHe tilted his head,\"Was Garuda talking to you about her experience?\" He could guess what was going on, making Cuo look embarassed all of the sudden. \n\nHe would sip on the whiskey and then poured some of the mildly sweet beer for Sol,\"Well, I'm inviting you to stay the night after all. I wouldn't want you to get too drunk.\" \n\nHe toasted Cuo, Myhan and Sol,\"Cheers. I plan to be around for at least two hundred more years. Do you Sol?\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"...I wonder?\" It was time for another of Sol's signature polite smiles that never reached her eyes. \"I do plan to travel a lot, so it's hard to say.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo telekinetically poured herself a glass of alcohol, this time trying out the least sweet one, just to balance it out. She toasted the others, but failed to make eye contact.*\n\n\"A-about her-\"" }, { "author": "Corrupted Wraith Garuda", "message": "\"Yes, about my lovely experiences in the past. I'm sure my lover is dead by now. If you'd like to hear about it, I'd be more than welcome-\"\n\n*Garuda joked around for a bit just to embarrass Cuo a bit, before returning ownership of her body.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmmph. Well, as long as you make sure to stay alive during your travel, we will meet again.\" He said, leaning forward,\"I'd like to make good friends with you two and stay so for the rest of my life.\" \n\nHe would pat Myhan's shoulders,\"Don't worry, you're already best friend forever with me.\" \n\nThen he tilted his head,\"Doesn't it feel awkward to share your body like that? Losing control of yourself to someone... With much more experience? Would it not be much nicer if Garuda and Loki can manifest in their own form?\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"A little. I offered Garuda my body as a source for Spiritbinding because I'm not strong enough to create combat-ready summons.\"\n\n*Still beet-red, Cuo waves her hand and summons Garuda and Loki, the crow and Raven joining the dinner table, the fox letting out a laugh.*\n\nG-\"You know, I can't explain sexy-sexy time looking like this.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Not sure if you should explain this as dinner, even if that is my intentions.\" Sirdan then attempted to scoop up Garuda and put her on his head. \n\n\"Here, sit on my shoulders and you can play devil's advocate.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Much as it is fun to tease the girl, I have to agree that the table might not he the best place for such a subject. That said, it is pretty amusing, so go ahead.\" Sol's face was beet red now and she was speaking very slowly to get her words out clearly." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"I think you're drunk too, Sol. Let me clean up the dishes and get you two to your room.\" Sirdan said, and then used his telekinesis to help clean up the dishes. A maid or butler or his would clean up the rest for him - since Sirdan is rich enough to afford servants. \n\nThen he returned to the table, looking at the two,\"When the war's over, what do you two plan to do?\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Ajiajdunwhahuh-\"\n\n*Cuo's words begin jumbling, and the alcohol is only making it worse.*\n\nG-\"She said she wanted to live a normal life. Honestly I don't see what she's so apprehensive about right now. That's a part of a normal life.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Looks like it'll have to take some more development first.\"\n\nSol curbs a hiccup, then thinks about it for a bit.\n\n\"Well, that'll have to depend on how the war ends. But if it goes well, then I will likely head southwest.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Southwest. Toward the Siuian Empire and the Khanate? I've heard interesting things about the land beyond - but my family never ventured that way. Honestly, it sounds like a fun place to explore, but I've heard that the mosquitoes are five time the size of normal one and the climate is most unagreeable. It is said the sicknesses there can fell even a magically enhanced man - unless you are a native.\" \n\nHe shook his head at Cuo,\"There's no need to be shy about it, it is just part of a normal adult life.\"\n\nSirdan then poured some cold water for the two to deal with the alcohol.\n\n\"Looks like I'll be preparing ginger tea for you two tomorrow.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Y-yeah, but-\"\n\n*The mage was at a loss for words. Truth be told, part of her was looking forward to it. She would finally see what all this was about. On the other, it seemed like an incredibly secretive thing that she thought was an incredibly big deal. Did people actually do this regularly? She certainly hadn't seen it.*\n\n*Cuo accepted the cold water, once more downing it.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Although Sirdan fully intended to bed Cuo tonight, he was completely unable to understand why Cuo was panicking - or that she has misinterpreted him getting her to his room as an attempt to bed her right now. \n\n\"....You seems a bit uneasy. Is Garuda whispering sweet something into your ears right now?\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "G-\"Not right now, no. But she's inexperienced.\"\n\n*Garuda leaned into Sirdan's ear to whisper.*\n\n\"She barely knows anything about everyday life. She's lived in basically a monastery her whole life and her only outside experience is going into the woods to look at stuff.\"\n\n*Cuo pretended to keep drinking from the cup, trying not to make eye contact.*" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Well, that's only to be expected.\" The laughing Sol remarked, sipping on her water. \"It's not like these sort of things have hands-on demonstrations to learn from before putting them into practice. At least, not usually.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Well. She is. I can offer to fix that.\" *He laughed and then patted Garuda.* \n\n*Then he whispered back to Garuda,*\"If that's the case, sending her out on a deadly mercenary expedition don't seems to be the wisest of choice.\" \n\n*He turned toward Sol,*\"I barely learned anything from my parents myself. Most knowledge of these are instincts, or passed on through...\" He paused for a bit,\"Special employees. Especially to men.\"\n\nSirdan decided to change the topic a bit,\"When we have a lull in the war, I'll take you three to my estate, and maybe Myhan can take you to his too. It is a bit far off the coast, to the south of the Adoros Delta - two big island, a bit underdeveloped. I have a nice manor house there, which is my other residence alongside this townhouse. We can go on a hunt if you three fancy that, or visit the seafood restaurant I've sponsored.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Mhm.\"\n\nSol's gaze flits between Sirdan, the crow, and Cuo. The politeness in her smile gave way to a knowing one instead.\n\n\"I see. I'll be in your care if that happens, then.\" Finishing up her cup of water she stood up, wiping at the corner of her mouth with a napkin. \"Thank you for the lovely food, but I fear I must—*Yawn*—turn in early for the night. I bid the rest of you a pleasant evening ahead.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Well. I will show you to your room then, we might stay here to talk for a bit afterward. I don't know if Cuo is tired too.\" \n\nSirdan stood up and then led Sol upstairs to where the bedrooms were located. The stairs were large - large enough for Myhan to climb. The bedroom at the end of the hallway was clearly the master bedroom. There were three guest bedrooms - just enough for everyone here. \n\nOne of them seems to have a bang on the wall recently. Sirdan led her to the other one. There was a comfortable bed with a pillow and a blanket included. It was an ordinary cotton filled blanket - nothing fancy like silk. \n\n\"You can rest here for the night.\" Then, he paused for a bit, making sure he is out of earshot,\"Would you like me to visit you later?\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "Myhan was carefully watching the rest while carefully drinking a whole bottle of wine, which might as well have been water to his oversized liver.\n\n...At least they weren't that drunk. He sighed.\n\nSirdan was barely even trying to hide it- really, he shouldn't be abetting his plan, but he wasn't doing anything *Too* Questionable, and well, he was getting a free meal out of the whole thing so he would acquetise. \n\n He knew he had something going on with Cuo, which a bit eyebrow-raising considering the difference in maturity made it seem that the wily steppe elf was taking advantage of a young maiden- but Garuda was there so it would *Probably* Be fine? Actually, how would it even work with Garuda be- \n\nNope, nope. He really wasn't really in the mood to think about it right now.\n\nHe sighed, trying to pay no attention to the small talk around him as he continued to eat a hole through Sirdan's pocket.\n\nOh look, Sirdan and Sol was talking, wasn't that- wait.\n\nMidway through another bottle of expensive alcohol, he nearly spat it out as he saw exactly what Sirdan was trying with a certain priestess.\n\nSure, you looked for different things in a one night stand than a serious romance... But **Sol**? That was another different wheelhouse in Salvainia, situated right next to Haslan's outhouse that Sirdan was sticking his hands into.\n\nHis mind went blank in dull horror as he watched what was transpiring, even as he projected a forced calm from his face." }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"Oh, my.\"\n\nThe priestess smiled serenely, seemingly unbothered as she turned around, leaving her exposed back in full view. Then she turned just her head backwards to glance at Sirdan, remained silent for a few seconds, and nodded.\n\n\"Sure, I don't mind. Fair warning beforehand, though - I can be very different behind closed doors. Very very different.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan, not knowing much and not paying too much attention to the bulge behind her skirt, tilted his head. \n\n\"Oh. Certainly. But what do you mean by very different? In terms of personality? I can accomodate quite a lot, as you may be able to tell.\" \n\n\"I'll visit you in an hour or so after bed. I'll probably pay someone else a visit before that, if you don't mind.\" Sirdan winked. He isn't even hiding his intentions at all!\n\n\"Unless you find that to be too hasty, then I could visit in the morning instead.\"" }, { "author": "Sol", "message": "\"That,\" The priestess giggled. \"Will remain a secret for now. Feel free to drop by whenever, I'll leave the bedside candle burning. If I do fall asleep, just put it out and wake me up.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan, drawn in the the idea of a mystery, would not take in this as any red flags. He tilted his head,\"Hmm. Well, I do like women with a bit of mystique. I'll visit you shortly after then. Have a good night.\" \n\nSirdan then returned downstairs to Myhan and Cuo, and then looked at the two,\"It is getting a bit late. It is best that we wake up early in the morning. Myhan, let me show you to your room first.\" Given that he plans to be getting two / three ladies, it is best his companion moved out his way temporarily. \n\nThen, he would lead him upstairs to the room that had a bang on the wall. The reason why there was a bang would be clear once he opened the door - it looked like Sirdan, or someone have extended and expanded the bedframe to accomodate Myhan's size. Everything else in the room - chair and cabinet and chest included, is Sirdan sized. But the bed can accomodate Myhan and it is comfortable. For the blanket though, it seems Sirdan have just put two blankets instead of one, and just put in the biggest pillow he could find in the market, designed for a normal human couple, or a singular Myhan. \n\nMyhan would still have to bend down to get in the room though. \n\n\"If you feel restless at night, the courtyard's always open. It's got a good view.\" The townhouse had a garden behind with a bench and an under construction fountain. It offers good scenery. It looks like Sirdan was constructing a little scenic building in Runran style, the one where a Wushu protagonist would happen upon the female lead playing a Guzheng." }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"I see.\" Myhan's eyes scanned the place with idle interest, but his mind was elsewhere. As Sirdan led him around he would slowly open his mouth, but try as he might, he simply couldn't muster the voice to broach the topic, even as his will strained against the ancient self-preserving bio-programming instilled into his ancestors to do so. \n\nAnd today it seems, the gravity of the situation would be too much, and mind failed to asset itself over matter. Myhan dumbly nodded, with a shaky grin forced upon his facial muscles- which would go unnoticed by Sirdan, for the partitions of his mind that wasn't giving the Titan a guided tour was surely occupied with merry thoughts of... Making merry, so to speak.\n\n\"It's a nice place. Very much like the Runran inspiration. Did you invite a Gwannamese architect over?\" His traitorous mouth routely praised instead, even as a kennel of will inside him continued to scream for him to save his friend before it was too late." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan nodded,*\"I paid a few visit to Gwannam and vacationed there. Nice people and nice architecture. They says what they've built there is nothing compared to their homeland. But the rich and powerful imitates it quite thoroughly from what I see.\" \n\nSirdan, completely unaware of what he was getting into with Sol, would continue showing him the rest of his place. \n\n\"I'll be a bit busy with our other companions today. But we can have a nice talk about what we plan to do after this war. After all, we just met up with eachother, happened to be on the opposite side of two different islands and... Well, you know. Despite getting Adelmar killed together, we never really talked much.\" \n\n\"So let's make up for it before we send some Siuian general to the afterlife.\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "Myhan nodded stiffly, grin fixed into place.\n\n\"It's a shame indeed. Well, we've made up for some lost time during this whole mess, though it has been more business focused than I would like... But that's just the nature of responsibility. \"\n\nDamnit Myhan, say it. \n\n\"...Indeed, there is much we have to discuss regarding what the future holds, if we want to be ready for it. There is much to do regarding the war, and even more after that- especially with the benefits we've reaped so far, owing to our deeds together and a dash of fortune. Paperwork is going to be a real pain in the ass... Truly, a double sided sword.\"\n\nYou old fool, say it. \n\n\"Anyhow, all talk of all business aside, I'd be happy to sit down and have a proper chat over coffee- or tea, if that suits you. Maybe we can even do something recreational, if the opportunity arises.\"\n\nCoward! Say it.\n\n\"But yes, here's to the future, friendship, more vanquished commanders under our boots...\"\n\nSay. It.\n\n\"...And I wish you good luck tonight.\" The giant winked.\n\nAnd with one gesture, the honourable baron had shamefully consigned Sirdan to his fate." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Indeed. Well, we will be diving straight into another war. Once we're done with Jellendi - and provided the gods are on our side and we succeed, we'll be driving straight north. I doubt we'll see much of Kadho or the Syrac Islands for the next half year.\" He looked outside at the window.\n\n\"Winter is campaigning season this part of Mentia and Siui.\" \n\n\"Mmm. I'll bring some tea or drinks out for the night after I pay the ladies a visit. And then when the war's done, we can go over to your estate or mine and do a pompous, completely unnecessary hunt driving deers into the path of our bow. You'll do the scaring part. I'll use a...\" He paused a bit. He just learned stoneshot but the idea of making a joke about tenderizing meat was too soon. \n\n\"Lightning Bolt. I've lost my touch with bow and arrows. Mastering horsemenship and firing a spells on the move is tough enough. Can't expect me to learn to use a lance and a bow.\" \n\nSirdan's facial expression remained unchanged, a cheeky grin on his face as he tried to put aside the battle at the castle, and the utter bloody gorey carnage that Adelmar created in his rank. It was still fresh in his mind. He overrode it with thoughts of Cuo and Sol's beautiful visages and what wonderful time he'll have tonight. Two women, three! One night! This won't go wrong. \n\nSirdan winked and then went downstairs to show Cuo to her bedroom. \n\n\"Sorry - was showing everyone to their room next. Do you feel better now Cuo and Garuda?\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "\"Y-yeah-\"\n\n*Still quite a bit red, the mage stood up nervously and bowed for some reason. It wasn't clear whether it was her embarrassment or her alcohol.*\n\n\"Umm... Garuda says that she wants a turn as well, so... It's not in her crow form! She has another form that she can take that can screw!\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan would take Cuo's hand and then lead her upstairs to her room. \n\nThen, as she mentioned Garuda wanting a turn too, he paused for a bit, seemingly quite happy. \n\n\"Sure. If Garuda's quite a charming harpy then I would be up for it. Maybe I will stay a bit longer. After an hour though I will need to visit someone else.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*Cuo would accept, following the elf up the stairs.*\n\n\"A-an hour??!! That long??\"\n\n*Garuda still remained on Cuo's shoulder, though she planned to dissipate once they began. She could see through Cuo's eyes, after all, assuming that she didn't cover them out of embarrassment.*\n\n\"Are you going for Sol too?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"No. Unless you want to and you can.\" \n\n*Sirdan chuckled and nodded,*\"Yep. I can. And depends on how it goes, maybe we can spend more time together on our way to Jellendi.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*G-\"Do it\"*\n\n*\"What?\"*\n\n*\"Go on, kiss him. I know you want to.\"*\n\n*Cuo turned red once again, and it was obvious that Garuda was whispering things in her head once more.*\n\n\"I-I can do an hour! Maybe more! So uh... Do we start?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmph. Sure. I don't see any reason not to.\" \n\n*Sirdan would lead Cuo into the room and closed and locked the door behind them.*\n\n\"So anyway. Before we get too deep. Unless you want to be amongst the many women in my orbit, we will just be very good friends with benefits. If that's fine with you and Garuda.\"" }, { "author": "Cuo Xiao Lu", "message": "*By now, Cuo's heartbeat had risen to the level of dangerously high. Until Sirdan said that he wanted to just be friends.*\n\n\"Oh, uh, sure.\"\n\n*What was she hoping that would happen? That'd he'd be the man of her dreams and she'd live a happy life. Bullshit. She kneeled down and slammed her head into the bedcovers in embarrassment before turning back to the elf, now sitting on the bed.*\n\n\"...Can you start? I don't know what to do.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Even Sirdan can catch the tone of disappointment. So he decided to bait her in, hook line and sinker. \n\n\"Well, I don't mean that as a primary thing. Just that I do sleep with multiple people around. But if you and I like eachother very much after a few months and we are sticking together on adventure, we can take it a step further. So long as you don't mind the fact I plan to marry multiple women.\" \n\nSirdan explained a bit, seemingly panicking, and then he started.\n\nAnd so Sirdan had a night with a Runran, a Harpy and a Snake. He visited \n\nA few hours later, Sirdan would wake up in middle of the night. Probably either in Sol's bed, or in his own bed. He peeked out the window, and saw a large figure at the Runran building he built.\n\nSirdan would put his shirt back on, and then walked outside, sitting next to the gentle (?) giant (!). \n\nThis was an age before widespread air pollution. The stars is clear and there was not much cloud. A good day to star gaze. The air is a bit cool, chillier than one would expect.\n\n\"That was an experience.\" Sirdan commented." }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "Myhan blinked and flinched slightly in his seat, not having noticed Sirdan's approach yet again.\n\nThe titan turned, bottle of wine in hand, blinking again as he saw Sirdan's casual wear, before his eyes finally widened in shock.\n\n\"Don't just sneak up on an old man like- wait, did you actually do it with...\"\n\nMyhan paused, looking left and right, as if afraid something was watching, before making a suggestive gesture with an oversized pinkie and the opening of his wine bottle." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan looked at the bottle of wine, wondering if it was taken from his storage.* \n\n\"Yeah. I did it with Cuo and Garuda in Cuo's body and then Sol.\" \n\n\"...It was interesting.\" Sirdan said, and refused to elaborate further on the matter. He lifted his head up to look at the sky. \n\n\"It is disrespectful to speak too much of your partner in bed, unless they join us on the bench and start confessing to us both.\" \n\n\"Beautiful sky. Wish we could spend all day consuming other's fruit of their labor and stargaze.\"" }, { "author": "Garuda the Steel Raven", "message": "\"My my, if they're here, eh?\"\n\n*A dark figure seemed to jump down from the 2nd floor. It seemed to be wearing a blank tank top and Cuo's Runran-style pants. However, the facial figures nor the body type belonged to the young mage. Instead, the woman had more mana, more wild hair, and and even more muscle as well. Dark marks were seemingly tattooed on her face and arms, and she looked __experienced__. It was Garuda, manifested in her full form, and she took a seat next to Sirdan on the bench.*\n\n\"That certainly was *Fun*. I haven't had something like that in quite a few decades.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan turned toward Garuda who appeared before him. It was the same gorgeous woman that he slept with earlier (After he slept with Cuo). That is to put it mildly. \n\nThen, he looked at the tattooed person. \n\n\"Didn't know you have a full form like this. Does poor Cuo know you are taking over and not sleeping? Have you been waiting in summoned form for decades without doing anything?\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "Myhan eyebrows reached his temple, as he opened his mouth to ask a few pointed questions, before flinching as someone suddenly leaped from nowhere.\n\n\"Oi!\"\n\nBlinking as he took in the form of this strange new woman, he suddenly realised who it was as his brain parsed through her voice.\n\n\"...The crow? What are you doing here, anyway? What's Cuo doing?\" Myhan sighed as he put a hand to his forehead. \"Also, why is everyone suddenly so interested in crashing here unannounced? Can't a man enjoy a bit of stargazing? Have the common courtesy to give a moment's notice at the very least...\"" }, { "author": "Garuda the Steel Raven", "message": "\"Hm? Oh, I wasn't able to do this before. The contract I had with Cuo stopped me from having 'total' total control over her. The way our contract works is simple. The more control she gives me, the power I give. A pretty fair exchange, if I say so myself. She was recently able to do so again. And so, I can manifest a little more.\"\n\n*Garuda extended her arm, and black steel feathers rustled down it, covering her arm before fading away magically.*\n\n\"I've only been with Cuo for 3 years; I need a body to manifest in. So when Cuo found my book, I took the chance. At the time, I could only possess or be summoned as a raven, but should I choose, I can now alter her body into my own. For the time being. She'll be back to normal once I return. I'm sure Loki will be able to take over as well. Chroma too, eventually.\"\n\n*The crow would laugh at Myhan's thoughts on crashing.*\n\n\"Don't you know? 3 is a party.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan would lean back, terrified at the prospect of the ideas of sharing your body with three people. \n\n\"Sharing your body with three people is quite terrifying. I hope Cuo masters the art of manifesting you and Loki and Chroma in separate body. Cuo is probably asleep right now, but you taking her out for a night walk is probably not the most restful.\" \n\nThen he turned toward Myhan,\"Well. I thought I told you I will be sitting here midnight after I've done my deed.\"" }, { "author": "Garuda the Steel Raven", "message": "\"To be honest, I doubt it. She's come a long way. With my help, she's learned how to be a potent fire mage, as well as unlocking her own potential. Death magic, along with stealing someone's mana and life force. But it's all due to my help, and I don't plan to. I quite like having a physical body. Being summoned as a spirit just isn't the same, you know?\"\n\n*Garuda would play with her (Cuo's?) chest a bit, bouncing them up and down ever so slightly.*" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"...What are the practical logistics of 4 people in the same damned body anyway?\" Myhan groaned, unfazed by Garuda fiddling with Cuo's body \"How one doesn't go insane after the 3rd person is beyond me... And yes, you should probably get some sleep soon for the sake of poor Cuo- she must be exhausted after you took her body for a ride... Figuratively speaking.\"\n\nHe then turns to Sirdan. \"What, planning on having a turn with the whole household?\" He chuckled, before slapping Sirdan back. \"You bloody gigolo. Anyway, you did say that yes, but next time maybe shuffle a bit more with your damn feet or god-forbid, say something from a distance so I know you're coming before you suddenly materialise in front of me like a vengeful ghost. I've got enough enemies where that's a real concern, you know?\"\n\nHe sighed before taking another swig of his bottle, only to shake it, realising it was empty.\n\n\"Damn. \"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"You know my footsteps well enough. At least I'd think so.\" \n\nHe laughed and then leaned toward Garuda,\"Yeah. Tell me about the logistics of having four person in the same body. I'm morbidly curious. And please, don't do that.\" Although Sirdan liked it, he found it quite distasteful and awkward now that he's had his clarity after doing the deeds and the gravity of Cuo's... Possession started to dawn on him. \n\n\"Be careful, I don't want to wake up to you too drunk too go to Jellendi and my meager wine collection empty.\" Sirdan laughed. \n\n\"Want me to fetch you another bottle?\"" }, { "author": "Garuda the Steel Raven", "message": "\"The practical logistics? Our magical knowledge is inherited. Chroma gives access to the Earth school, Loki gives access to Fire, I give access to the Artifice and Air schools. The Death school is Cuo's own. Of course, my own power is the one that manifests the most. Oh?\"\n\n*Two magical circles appear, and Loki the fox jumps out, scampering around Sirdan's and Myhan's legs. The other revealed a snake, its scales seeming to be like stone.*\n\n\"Oh, Loki. Chroma. You're here.\"\n\nL-\"Hey, if you let me take over for a bit, we could have a lot of *Fun*.\"\n\n*Loki's voice seemed to switch between male and female at times, and it wasn't clear just exactly which one it was.*\n\nC-\"None for me.\"\n\n*Meanwhile, Chroma's voice was almost draconic in nature, deep, powerful, and rough.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan didn't react to the clown circus right in front of him. Except the snake. He leaned forward and then started patting the snake, even though its scales was like stone. Something has happened with Sirdan, and it is not a chemical changes. \n\nThen, he turned toward Loki,\"...I'm not sure if I'll take that offer. Since I'm not sure if you're a male or female, or if you are attractive at all.\" \n\nSirdan would excuse himself and stand up, going back into the house with his convenient night vision, and returned after two minutes with another bottle of wine for Myhan. It was a normal Adoric vintage - it seems like most of the wine Sirdan have stockpiled are Adoric wine, of decent quality but nothing fancy - suitable for drinking anytime anyday." }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "Myhan sighed, feeling a slight headache budding and deciding not to press the issue for now, alongside the philosophical hot topic of possession when it came to marital relations. As long as everyone consented, it would be fine. That was all.\n\n\"It's fine, it'll take everything short of a brewery to put me down.\" Myhan chuckled. \"And yes, that'll be fine. Been a while since I've been properly able to drink so much alcohol, though I've only been properly drunk a few times and this shan't be one of them. The average bottle is just so small compared to my mouth...\"\n\nThen the other spirits inhabiting Garuda leaped out, causing Myhan to blink.\n\n\"I was mostly kidding, but huh. Well, at least you know your limits...\" He shook his head, though as he idly look at what Sirdan was doing...\n\nHe had to take a double-take at the way Sirdan pet the snake's scales, even though there was nothing out of the ordinary.\n\n*Wouldn't fur be softer? Why would he... I guess the texture might be comforting for some?* Myhan decided, unable to come to any conclusion why he had a strange inkling that something wasn't quite right.\n\nRegardless, he would wait for Sirdan to come back, lazily continuing to stargaze until he returned, upon which he would take the bottle Sirdan offered with a grateful nod before popping the cork off with a single flick and continuing to take controlled swigs of the bottle." }, { "author": "Garuda the Steel Raven", "message": "L-\"Oh, I was kidding!\"\n\n*Loki's voice is distinctly female this time as the fox follows him until he goes up to the house. The fox then scampers around Myhan's legs, laughing.*\n\n*Meanwhile, Chroma does absolutely nothing as he's pet, only looking at Sirdan.*\n\n\"That's enough, you two. Get back in the Cuo.\"\n\n*Both Loki and Chroma soon dissipate back into mana.*\n\n\"Fortunately, only I can talk to Cuo in her head. Back when I was a regular person, I had that annoying fox yapping in my head all day.\"\n\n*Garuda clenches her fist in visible frustration, and one could almost hear an echo of the fox's laughter.*" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"...He's energetic alright.\" Myhan decided, having mostly tuned out the fox's antics as he continued to stargaze and drink. It was a honed skill from living so long and having heard so much nonsense- and his stone-like nature helped. \"Makes you look lethargic in comparison. Most people probably wouldn't be able take too much exposure to that...\" He turns to Garuda, noting her clenched fist...\"And I see you didn't. What's the story behind you picking them up, anyway?\"" }, { "author": "Garuda the Steel Raven", "message": "\"I was actually in a similar situation to Cuo. I was training to be a war mage back in Runra, but I wasn't proficient in certain things. I found the grimoire on an expedition, and, well, he was my bound Spirit. Yes, he was talking the entire time. Thank god he was an actual summon, or I would have gone crazy-no, wait, I had to manage him going off trying to find women all the time.\"\n\n*Garuda inhaled deeply, then let out a sigh. Seems that even the ancient crow had problems.*\n\n\"But yeah, that's Loki for you.\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"..Well, I suppose it's a good thing that Cuo doesn't have deal with him. She's not remotely ready to deal with all that.\" Myhan remarked with a thoughtful look. As a fellow spiritbinder, he was quite interested in such matters. \"You were in a better position to inherit the grimoire than her, at least. Speaking of which... Where do you people even find the grimoire? Why were they where they were? Happenstance? A deliberate move?\"" }, { "author": "Garuda the Steel Raven", "message": "\"I disagree. Loki would make her even more chaotic than she is now.\"\n\n*Garuda leaned forward upon Myhan asking about the grimoire. Was he perhaps asking to benefit himself? No, he was most likely just curious.*\n\n\"We call whoever has potential. Not everyone is fit to be a spiritbinder. Cuo grew up in a place where magic was rampant; a magic school. Somehow, she was the best candidate to become a spiritbinder. So I called out to her, and she found my grimoire in the forest. I don't know why she was the best, but it may have had to something with emotions, and being in touch with her soul.\"" }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "\"...Are you saying it would have been a good thing?\" Myhan raised an eyebrow.\n\n\"Well, interesting theory, but I can't say if it's true myself, even if I've heard similar theories and dissections.\" Myhan commented with growing interest, the part of him that was a scholar of the spiritual arts coming the fore. \"Magical aptitude and the apparent fundamental delineation between the so called arcane and spiritual lineages of magic has always been a murky field of study anyhow- and that hasn't changed for the centuries, far as I can see. Speaking of centuries... Say, how long has it been since your tenure as the holder? And on that note, how did you become a bound spirit and prepare the grimoire for the next holder, anyhow?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Going off to find women all the time? I suppose I'll work on binding myself to a Grimoire so I can annoy some other mage after my time.\" Then he turned toward the sky again. \n\n\"But I might be a useless mage by the time I die. War have changed so much in the last fifty years. If I lived three hundred more, nothing will be recognizable anymore.\" \n\nThen he just listened in the conversation about the Grimoire. And then stood up, returning with two more bottles of Adoric wine for Myhan. \n\n\"Last bottles for you.\" Sirdan said, setting it asides on a nice little table in the middle." }, { "author": "Garuda the Steel Raven", "message": "\"I'm not saying whether it's good or bad. It just *Is*.\"\n\n*Oh? A magical scholar? Garuda leaned forward, beginning to go full magic nerd mode.*\n\n\"Correct, but there is some decent insight we do have. Arcana, the lineage which utilizes the body's magic. And Spirit, which utilizes the soul. I was taught it was sort of like the mind; you have the thinking, analytical portion, as well as the animalistic, emotional one. That's why it's so difficult to utilize both schools of thinking. However, there are two situations where Spirit can be utilized for the Arcana schools, and both of them require intervention from another source, like a spirit. Like me. Cuo has no Arcana capability, but her emotional power allows her to utilize the Spirit path quite well. Hence, I used the power I gained from Loki in order to allow her to cast the Pyro school with Spirit.\"\n\n\"I would approximate myself as 250 years old. 150 of those were living years. I bound myself to the book as a means to escape death. As for how to do so, it's an incredibly intensive process that I'm not fully sure on myself.\"\n\n*Garuda summoned the grimoire, which flew out the window and into her hand. Telekinesis, for sure.*\n\n\"This book is probably over a thousand years old, and has notes from the first 4 sided eye Idol of Malice Corrupted Mage. In short, you need an ancient artifact with magic I don't comprehend to even pull it off, and then you need incredible mastery of the soul and an understanding of Spiritbinding in order to bind yourself to the book-\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan would rub his chin, thinking of the implications that he just banged a person around ten times his age.* \n\n\"Ok. Can I have a read?\" *Then Sirdan would try to grab the book and read it.*" }, { "author": "Garuda the Steel Raven", "message": "*Sirdan would find that Garuda's grip was much stronger than his own, and he would be unable to pull the book from her hands. She turned towards him, a deadpan stare on her face. Fortunately for him, it soon turned to a playful smile as she let go.*\n\n*The entire book would be in ancient Runran. While still sharing similarities with the current style, some words were unrecognizable. Some characters couldn't even be called Runran; without a doubt, it was old. Fortunately, there were a couple diagrams, including life extending rituals and anatomy.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan didn't think of using his telekinetic hands to compete with her. After all that could just damage the book. \n\nWhen he let go, he started reading the book. It was in an older form of Runran, and the script might as well be illegible - thankfully it was after scripts were standardized. \n\nSirdan eyes were visibly strained trying to parae the text. These were real authentic ancient Runran alright. He stopped on the life extending ritual part, reading it intently." }, { "author": "Garuda the Steel Raven", "message": "\"Life extension huh? That's what kept me oh so youthful. Oh, to think I'm over 250 and still look like this.\"\n\n*Sirdan would be able to grasp bits and pieces of life extension, but it was clear than he would need Garuda's help for translation.*\n\n\"Are you planning to extend your lifespan?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Naturally. I plan to be leaving descendents for five hundred years more.\" *He looked at Garuda.* \n\n\"Well you certainly have the charm of a much younger person. I'll say that.\" *He chuckled.*" }, { "author": "Garuda the Steel Raven", "message": "\"Ah, planning to leave a little dynasty of yours behind eh?\"\n\n\"It was unfortunate I wasn't able to achieve everything during my first life. Had to cut it short. But I guess spending some time in this body isn't terrible. Though I think I was taller.\"\n\n*Garuda stood up, stretching.*\n\n\"Well, I think I should get the young one to sleep. Unless you have other plans with her.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmm. Yes, I plan to start a dynasty of mine sometime. Leave descendants all over and make sure my last name spread far and wide. They'll know me as Sirdan the Great.\" \n\n*He chuckled.* \n\n\"Chances are I'll not achieve this in your lifetime. What happened in your first life anyway?\"\n\n*Sirdan nodded.*\n\n\"We should get back to sleeping soon. Cuo will need the rest and so will you. And you too Myhan, don't drink my entire wine storage. I'm going to run out of non-retsina wine.\"" }, { "author": "Garuda the Steel Raven", "message": "\"Oh, I almost died. My wounds would have eventually been fatal despite my durability. I escaped into the forest, but I couldn't leave, lest the enemy cut me down. So, I bound myself to the book.\"\n\n\"I suppose she does. I'll get to sleeping then.\"\n\n*Now fully stretched, Garuda walked over to the window and proceeded to effortlessly scale it, a combination of leaping and climbing.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Now, be careful with that.\" Sirdan said, too low to be heard unless Garuda had extra sensitive ears. He was not going to wake his neighbors and Sol after all, who was probably happily sleeping...? \n\nSirdan then went back upstairs, leaving Myhan alone in the garden to drink the remaining two bottles of wine. \n\nThen, in a decision that will likely haunt him for the next decade, instead of going back into his own bedroom or going into Sol's, he went to Cuo/Garuda's." }, { "author": "wheyfarer", "message": "Myhan mulled over the conversation, soaking in the information Garuda had brought to the table. Seeing them finally decide it was time to leave, he shook his head with a laugh as he took another bottle of wine in hand and took a long swig before returning to stargazing.\n\n\"Well, finally some peace and quiet.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Tsuya Ishiyama", "message": "Having recently made some breakthroughs with her construct research, Tsuya was more confident than ever in the ability of her summons to smash the enemy in combat. The growing conflict in Mentia seemed a perfect place to put them to the test. A case study on the use of constructs in battle! She was certain there'd be a way to make a research paper out of this...\n\nAnd so it was that the oni found herself in the region once again. That invitation from Sirdan proved to be well timed indeed! Soon she found her way to the tea house and entered. Her long white hair was tied in a braid now, rather than a ponytail. A tad more formal than how she usually wore it. But a tea house seemed fancy and all that." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "The tea house turned out to be a rather ordinary hang out place, serving delicious hot food and hot tea. And cold tea too. \n\nHe waved at Tsuya,\"Oh! You are looking quite freshened today. I haven't seen you for months, how has you been? Come, sit down, this meal's on me.\" \n\n\"Any preference - we have local tea, served sweet. This one's my favorite.\" He pointed the mug of tea - cold, sweet iced mint tea, a sign of friendship and hospitality. Although most of the tea house seems to be drinking it hot." }, { "author": "Tsuya Ishiyama", "message": "*Tsuya smiled and waved as she saw him.* \"Why thank you, Sirdan. Sorry if I've kept you waiting, the streets were more crowded than I anticipated.\" *Soon the engineer joined him at his table. She sat down and stretched her arms.*\n\n\"I've been alright. Traveled back to Silnari to give a presentation on the use of my flying fire constructs. I thought it was a pretty smart idea, but you know what they told me?\" *The Oni shook her head in mild contempt.* \"Too fragile! No one took the proposal seriously. So I've been working on more durable creations.\"\n\n*She blinked, remembering the offer of tea.* \"Oh yes, right. The tea. I've not had cold tea before, but I'm sure it's delicious. I'll take you up on your recommendation.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"No problem. Kadho is a big city. It is easy to get lost here.\" *He would then order some snacks - nuts, served alongside the sweet tea.* \n\n\"Mmm. Flying fire constructs? Is it like the one you summoned and sent toward the grain barge when we fought together?\" He inquired,\"If you are working on more constructs, especially one you can summon, you can come join in the war effort on behalf of Kadho.\" \n\n*The tea and snacks would arrive, and Sirdan would lift up the other menu - which was in Mentian, for delicious and hot food.*\n\n\"I've been fighting on behalf of Kadho for a while already - fought in East Mentia and then in Jellendi. We were comrades before, we can be comrades again. There's good money in this, and maybe you can get a domain. Or something else you want... You seems to be quite enthusiastic about your constructs.\"" }, { "author": "Tsuya Ishiyama", "message": "\"Exactly.\" *Tsuya nodded quickly as Sirdan recounted the grain barge incident.* \"It was fun having those little guys flying around... Maybe they're just ahead of their time? Regardless, I've had to adjust my design philosophy to account for popular opinion, otherwise I'll never get any new papers published.\"\n\n*As the snacks arrived, she happily set to munching.*\n\n\"Hmm, that could be an excellent opportunity to test out what I've been working on recently...\" *The oni nodded slowly and rubbed her chin.* \"I'm not too worried about owning land or anything, but the funds could be nice. What I really want is to be invited to the Royal Society of Ulnoor for Improving Natural Knowledge. They are like... A special club for the best and brightest minds in Silnaria!\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan leaned forward, and listened to her while nodding his head along,*\"I don't know much about construct, I'm more of an arcane person myself. If you wanted to publish papers, why not consider seeking the patronage of the University of Kadho?\" \n\n\"Silnaria might be the most prestigious place in the world, but Kadho's merchants and rich and willing to sponsor a lot of things - perhaps if you prove your worth here, the professors of Ulnoor will come knocking. Besides, it's... Slightly less racist here.\" *Sirdan chuckled and then looked at the menu.* \n\n\"Anything you're particularly fancying? I can order some delicious gyro meat and pita with rice if you want.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Tsuya Ishiyama", "message": "*Tsuya blinked cluelessly. It looked as if she hadn't even considered the possibility of working with the universities of other countries. The ignorance probably seemed uniquely Silnarian, despite her oni appearance. But Sirdan made a good case in favor of his plan. He had a good point.*\n\n\"Hmm, unorthodox research might require an unorthodox approach to get proper recognition...\" *Tsuya agreed with a slow nod, before eventually grinning. She couldn't disagree with his logic.* \"You make a good point! I'll have to make a good impression here too.\"\n\n *On the matter of food, Tsuya didn't seem particularly picky.* \"A Guy.. Row?\" *Her brow furrowed.* \"I haven't heard of that before, but I'm sure it's delicious. I'd like to try one!\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Indeed. If you're a foreign mercenary like me, what better way to gain... Recognition through judicious application of violence? The same logic can be said for your construct. You set some poor bastards on fire on that barge. You can do so much more in this coming war. Provided you join it in time\" \n\n*Sirdan offered a hand to shake with her,*\"Myhan and I command some good troops, and we fight with great companions. So you will have your chance to shine and perhaps work yourself into a position of honor... Hmm. Have you fancied yourself a professor at the local university, leading a department funded by the Councillor or the Republic on researching constructs in war? If Myhan and I could get a barony for our contribution, you could get yourself a tenure and research funding.\" \n\n*Then Sirdan nodded,*\"Gyro. That's what they call it. Here!\" \n\n*Sirdan waved over a waiter and ordered gyro meat and pita with rice.* \n\n*There was a lot of hot food being prepared, so within ten minutes they would arrive - two big heap of rice cooked with butter and chicken broth - luxurious, colored with turmeric. Sirdan have clearly ordered the more... Premium item on the menu. The rice would be served with spiced chicken, and gyro meat lightly spiced consisting of mixed pork and lamb meat. \n\nAlso there was two pan fried bananas.*" }, { "author": "Tsuya Ishiyama", "message": "*Sounded good to her! She reached out to shake hand.* \"Sounds good to me! I'll give my constructs a spin and see how it goes. Never thought about being a professor... I prefer to just make stuff, not teach classes. But I suppose that could be an opportunity that opens doors.\" *The oni agreed with a thoughtful nod. More funding meant more research meant more constructs. It was a very logical approach.*\n\n*Tsuya raised an eyebrow as the meal arrived. It looked and smelled tasty. But she wasn't entirely sure what to make of the fried banana.* \"Smells delicious. I can't wait to try it.\" *Tsuya let Sirdan have the first bite since he was paying.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmmmh. Well, instead of being a professor or lecturer you could be someone focused on research. But most universities want you to transmit your knowledge as part of the deal. I am sure if you impressed Kadhoki nobles enough you will get off with a mostly research focused position. Besides, you wouldn't want your knowledge to be lost, would you?\" \n\n*Then, Sirdan looked at Tsuya and stared back at her as... An awkward silence permeated the atmosphere, as Sirdan was expecting her to take the first bite. Finally, Sirdan gave in, and took a bite of the rice and gyro meat.* \n\n\"Mmph. They make good snacks and appetizer here too. You're proficient in magic right? That would make you almost as hungry as I am after using magic!\"" } ]