Imagined World - Allaria - Classical Fantasy - Side Quests

[Rilla]

Allarian Side Quests

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The Allarian Side Quest thread is precisely as the name implies; a thread wherein the reserve characters will be able to participate in Allaria, in the form of doing various side quests, until such time as I can involve them in the main cast.

The rules for the normal IC and OOC still apply here, aside from the one about posting time. I don’t rightly care when you post, honestly.

This is a purely IC thread, so you can still use the OOC for general chatter, unless you would prefer the IRC, which is located both at the top of this thread and in the OOC thread.

Chances are you won’t really get anything static in most of the quests; they’d most likely be used for development of people skills and your own personal abilities. Some may allocate weaponry, attire, and coin in exchange for being done.

None of the quests are solo ones.

There will be one major side quest, which I will be updating with IC posts every so often, to help move it along. There will be smaller side quests to do as well.

I will be watching to prevent people trying to end the quests a little too early, especially the major one(s)

Port Jinn


Rocoa


Fields of Rocoa


Shian


From the old PW; No one was using it. xD

Reserve Characters:

TuttiFrutti - Emeris
Catharyn - Anastasiya Aliyev
Lyzan - Zyk Lar'nak
JudeMcMayhem - Valken

Asperser - Ariana
A Dusty Man - Repzik
Dag n the Kitz - Shiara

Side Quests:

Major(Required):

Name: Find the Emperor Dragon

Objective: The Emperor Dragon has been missing for some time, and while the people of Allaria are happy about this fact, they have an undying need to know the truth behind it’s disappearance. That’s where you folks come in, they want you to find the Emperor Dragon, dead or alive, and report back what you find. A likely course will take you from Port Jinn, across the ocean to the island(left side of the map). That is where the trail goes cold.

Reward: 1000 coin, +2 Karma in all cities

Name: Dance in the Cold Air

Objective: A spike in power has alerted people all over that the Tundra holds a potentially dangerous secret. The Apotheoses have already dispatched some soldiers out to handle the situation, with something that would make their jobs a whole lot easier. Carrying a package, whenever it starts to grow hot and and vibrate, the source of power is near. The rest of the world, has scrapped together enough coin to gather a team of people to check it out.

Reward: 1000 coin, +2 Karma in all cities

Minor(Optional):

Name: Deliver System

Objective: The Rocoa government, still under the power of the Apotheoses, needs to get packages moved under the Apotheoses’ noses. Accept the items and take them to a merchant in Valgar.

Reward: 100 coin, +1 Karma in Rocoa and Valgar.

Start however you wish.

[Rilla]

Bestiary:

Humanoid

Name:Banshee
Age: Measured in the hundreds (centuries)

Type: Humanoid

Appearance: Long, white, silky hair cascades down her shoulders. (All banshees are female.) She tends to wear white dresses like that of a bride, but no veil. She hovers in the air, so she tends not to wear any shoes. Her skin is pale, her throat constantly dry from her repeated screaming.

Personality/Mannerisms: Morbid, dark. Aggressive. Appears outside of the house or place where someone is going to die. Prefers the fog and dark.

Abilities: Not really teleportation, but a Banshee can fade from the physical plane (Thank you, Boxer) and appear in the "Astral Plane" (is that the term we're using? :P) for a couple of seconds, before deciding where to reappear in the physical plane again. A banshee can summon upon its daughters (Mini red devil things) with the simple gesture of its hands. Strategically, you should hunt the Banshee's daughters first, as they will gang up on you in groups if you let them live.

Strength: Darkness, Fog; any type of concealment.

Weakness: You can see the rift in the air wherever the Banshee is reappearing. Banshees scream a lot, for no reason whatsoever, so their position is almost always known; unless they are within the Astral Plane.

History: Banshees are powerful creatures, and as such are not believed to be real. There is almost no proof that Banshees exist at all, as they only appear when someone is near death. There are certain banshees who are attached to a particular family, and when someone in that family is hurt, the Banshee screams. This heralds the death of someone, anyone, somewhere on the planet.

Name: No definite name; nicknamed "Gardener(s)" for their appearance and habitat.

Age: Not known, however, they have rings on their back like that of a tree. Usually six or seven, so it is easy to conclude that 600-700 years is their average age.

Type: Humanoid with Insectoid qualities

Appearance: Slender and tall. They have two long antennae protruding from the middle of their skulls. (Their foreheads.) They practically lack a face, with the exception of their mouths. Their vision is black and white, and they can only see with the use of their antennae. (Hint Hint: Attack their antennae) They all wear different things. As they are similar to Human's anatomically, they wear the clothing of whatever human they have killed.

Personality/Mannerisms: Silent, semi-intelligent. Not aggressive, but will attack on sight. They usually sleep during the day, and jump unsuspecting people at night. They are light sleepers, and will go after you if you are too loud. A way to avoid this is to stay away from a buzzing noise, which is what they make when they are asleep. The are only seen in forests.

Abilities: Regeneration. The only thing that can't regenerate is there head...and genitalia. They can dismember one of their limbs and use it as a projectile. If you cut it or something and are sprayed with their blood, it will deteriorate your skin. Other than that, they only fight with whatever weapons their human suppliers have left them.

Strength: Close ranged and far ranged. Corrosive blood. (The blood's green, F.Y.I) Can arouse its mates with a high pitched screech-- if its allies sync their own screeches with it, it can awaken other creatures from all around the forest.

Weakness: The "Gardeners" are very curious, and if you do something that will make them wonder, they won't attack you and will instead stare at you creepily. Occasionally their bodies will "jam up", and won't regenerate. When this happens, all of the others will get scared and disperse into the trees. (If they are with others, of course.

History: Too lazy. So...I don't know.

Common name: Wood/Earth/Wind/Fire/Water Fey

Size comparison:
Wood: Human-sized for most of their life
Earth: Large Bear
Wind: Varies
Fire: Varies
Water: Varies

Color:
Wood: Hues of Green and Brown
Earth: Mostly Grey
Wind: None - glows with a white light
Fire: Flame colors
Water: Colors of Water

Diet:
Wood: Water
Earth: Rocks
Wind: Blowing air
Fire: Fire
Water: Water

Environment:
Wood: Forests
Earth: Mountains
Wind: Everywhere - Expect places of extreme heat/flames
Fire: Fires
Water: Bodies of Water

The woods fey are spirits of nature that have taken a body of plants, most commonly a tree. They cannot leave the forest they were born in. They have some skill in using magic. They are humanoid in shape for most of their life. At the late stages of their hundreds of years long lifespan they begin growing and they become slower. Until eventually they grow roots and become trees once again. The spirit stays in the tree until the tree dies. Such trees are highly magical and are featured in folklore. The Sidhe can communicate with these elder Fey of the woods on a basic level, not words but feeling and intentions.

The earth fey are spirits of earth that inhabit a body of rocks. They are held together by the magic the spirit commands. And so they cannot use magic for other purposes. Their body is hard to destroy and they have great strength. They are mostly dormant but will become very aggressive if disturbed. They cannot leave the mountain they were born in.

The wind fey are spirits of storm and wind that have gathered a semi-corporeal body of swirling winds. They can be peaceful or destructive, bringing a cool breeze or a great storm. The wind fey may attack those caught in the storms. They are confined to follow the wind wherever it takes them.

Destructive spirits of fire that gain a body in the flames of large fires. Short lived, since they die with the fires. They like to consume, and will do so with extreme prejudice.

Spirits of waters living in the seas and lakes. Capable of forming a body out of the water in which they reside. Cannot leave the body of water they are bound to. Not usually aggressive but may attack those that spend time on the shores or in the waters in which the fey is bound.

Dragons

Common name: N/A
Size comparison: Five horses
Color: Black or grey, yellow or orange markings
Diet: Carnivorous
Environment: Tropical and temperate

A basilisk is a rare variety of legless dragon. Their face is dominated by five pairs of large, brightly coloured eyes. Basilisks demonstrate the ability to control the movements of each of their eyes and eyelids with exact timing and precision. They use this ability to mesmerize any creature that looks at them with a hypnotic display of eye movement and blinking. This dazes the victim and leaves them vulnerable to the basilisk’s venomous bite, which induces rigid full-body paralysis. The hypnosis caused by looking into a basilisk’s eyes wears off shortly after eye contact is broken, but basilisks move extremely quickly.

Common name: Backburner
Size comparison: Elephant (approx)
Colour: Brown/green
Diet: Carnivorous
Environment: Temperate woodland

The vardosaur is an uncommon variety of dragon which lives in thickly wooded areas. It is a slow, powerful lizard without wings. Its stomach acid is made up of a chemical which, when vomited, mixes with another highly flammable chemical which is released from the saliva glands and bursts into flame. The vardosaur hunts by spewing fire and burning down patches of woodland before picking through the charred remains and eating whatever carcasses it finds.

Common name: Fairy Dragon
Size comparison: Human hand
Colour: White/silver
Diet: Omnivorous
Environment: Temperate grasslands, steppes

Glamhyr’s dragons are about the size of a grown man’s hand. Their mouths are filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth. These flying lizards hunt in swarms of approximately sixty members. When hunting, they ambush their prey and overwhelm them by sheer force of numbers, killing their victim one bite at a time. It is said that drinking the blood of these dragons can cure insanity, but it is not recommended that one try and collect it.

Common name: N/A
Size comparison: A city
Colour: Gold
Diet: ?
Environment: ?

There is only one recorded sighting of an emperor dragon: gargantuan, gold-scaled, its terrifying roar powerful enough to strip entire forests. The beating of its wings stirred gale-force winds in the village from where it was seen. It is unknown where it was going or from where it came. Aside from this sighting, the only other knowledge of this type of dragon is a draconic skeleton lying in the mountains which fills an entire valley.

Common name: Burrowing Drake
Size comparison: A horse-drawn carriage
Colour: Sand/brown
Diet: Carnivorous
Environment: Desert, steppes

Burrowing Drakes pose a threat for anyone risking a journey across the badlands. These wingless lizards live in complex warrens which generally lead to nearby oases, hiding in the earth waiting for creatures to stray past. They sense their prey with feelers protruding from the snout which detect tremors in the earth. When their victim is close enough, they erupt from the earth, spewing clouds of dust and sand from a specialized sac in their throat in order to cloud their victims’ vision. The Drake will then attempt to drag this unfortunate creature back into the hole from which it came. While it is possible to survive an attack from a burrowing drake, no one that has ever been dragged back into the beast’s warren has survived.

Primates

Common name: Yeti
Size comparison: Twice the height of a human male
Color: White or grey
Diet: Carnivorous
Environment: Arctic and subarctic, tundra and high altitudes

Tholgrods inhabit mountainous and other winter-locked areas. These hulking primates resemble gorillas. They walk on all fours, hunched, using their knuckles. The colour of their fur allows them to blend in with their environment. While not sentient, they are nevertheless incredibly cunning and sometimes wield crude weapons such as bones or clubs. Generally, they employ their gigantic, skull-crushing hands and feet, or their powerful fang-lined jaws. Waigrods hunt alone but often return to communal nests.

Common name: N/A
Size comparison: A small elephant
Color: Black, brown, crimson
Diet: Carnivorous
Environment: Tropical and sub tropical forests

Trolls are cousins of the waigrod, except that they are darker and far larger in stature. They differ in that they are not as intelligent and rely more on brute strength along with their immense claws. Glands in their jaws allow them to secret venom through their canines. Male trolls are significantly bigger than females and a band of trolls consists of approximately one male and six females. They are extremely territorial and male trolls will cannibalize each other if given the chance.

Beasts:

Common name: N/A
Size comparison: Size of a rabbit to a hare.
Color: Brown in summer, white in winter.
Diet: Omnivore
Environment: Grasslands and forests in mountain ranges.

The Wolpertinger is a rabbit-type mammal with a pair of season antlers, sharp fangs and owl wings. Wolpertingers are generally herbivores in nature and will fly away if startled. They are very rare, only found within mountain ranges, producing a smaller litter than rabbits. Due to their unusual appearance, they are often hunted but rarely seen. These creatures are omnivores, commonly feasting on dead animals and insects.

Common name: Peacock
Size comparison: Can grow up to 3 feet tall while their feathers span out to a radius of 8 feet.
Color: Commonly blue and green, can vary from reds to purples.
Diet: Omnivore
Environment: Forests.

A creature heavily influenced by the presence of magic, they have developed into beautiful creatures with large feathers. When they open their tail feathers, they tend to shake them, releasing a type of shining purple dust as they do so. Despite their bright colours, they are extremely hard to find while only the Sidhe know where they reside.

Common name: Dodo
Size comparison: 2 feet approx.
Color: Variety of bright purples, greens, blues and other colours.
Diet: Omnivore
Environment: Forests.

While they resume the old Dodo’s size and shape, they have taken on more reptilian facial features with long years and a large multicoloured crest that runs down the neck. Their body is covered in thick feathers but still, like their deceased brethren, they cannot fly but have developed a charge technique which can prove fatal to smaller creatures. The Dodo has been heavily influenced by magical energies and will often change colour in the sun depending on the time of day. Despite their form, they are still not the smartest of creatures and will approach new creatures out of curiosity.

Common name: N/A
Size comparison: Cockerel sized
Color: Cockerel coloured with green scales.
Diet: Omnivore
Environment: Woods, grasslands.

A cockerel which has the tail of a snake and a vicious gaze. Much smaller than its relative, the Basilisk, it is quick and can turn creatures to stone with its gaze. The stone state is non-lethal and will wear off eventually but if the cockatrice was to gaze into a mirror, it would die. They are generally avoided, said to be another mutant breed, but can be easily killed if ambushed from behind.

Common name: N/A
Size comparison: Miniature; ranging from 1 to 5 inches
Color: A variety of colours they can range from, all bright.
Diet: Omnivore
Environment: Forests

The fairy is a creature that often glows so brightly that its true form is rarely seen; it's true form consist of an insect-like humanoid body with two large, clear eyes, four limbs and opposable thumbs. The body is human in shape but possesses an insect's abdomen; their head is very human except for the large insect-like eyes but their petite mouths are human in shape. Their body is a black colour when they cease to shine while their abdomen produces fairy dust as they hover and fly. The fairy dust is a potent substance, causing paralysing effects for them to easily catch their only known prey of insects; when they're not going after insects, they prefer to eat plant-life instead.

Plants:

Common name: N/A
Size comparison: Human male
Color: Green-stemmed, red-flowered
Diet: Carnivorous
Environment: Tropical

Maynads are carnivorous plants. They consist of a bulb, flower, and vast lengths of vine. They reside in the canopy, supported by a network of taut vines. More vines are laid out on the ground beneath where the maynad hangs. When weight is detected on these vines, the maynad’s web relaxes and it plummets onto whatever unfortunate creature has triggered its trap. Its massive blood red petals spread out and blanket the victim. The pollen within sedates the victim and the petals enfold it. Afterwards, the maynad hoists itself back into the canopy and digests its catch.

Common name: Floaters
Size comparison: Carriage-sized bulbs, tower-sized stems
Color: Golden
Diet: Photosynthetic
Environment: Tropical

Umuru are huge golden bulbs of buoyant gas anchored to other trees by their extremely long, durable stems and parasitic root systems. Leafy growths atop the bulbs allow them to process sunlight for food. The gas inside these bulbs is extremely toxic but the skin of these bulbs contains a chemical which makes them repellent to Glamhyr’s dragons; this repellent means they are a valuable commodity to travellers.

Magical Animals

Common name: N/A
Size comparison: Same as normal leopard
Color: Yellow, black spots
Diet: Carnivorous
Environment: Tropical

Ghost leopards are an elusive animal that haunt rainforests. They are capable of vanishing the moment no one is observing them and appearing where they are least expected. The mechanism behind this is unknown, but it is said that the ancestor of these leopards drank from Khanang's Fountain, and was imbued with this mystical power.

Common name: The Dead Bear
Size comparison: Larger than a polar bear
Color: Black
Diet: Carnivorous
Environment: Mountains

Asjudim is a single animal. It appears at random to lonely travellers or small groups. It seems that no wound can kill it. Numerous travellers have been slain by it in the mountains. It can be outrun or hidden from and in this scenario it will disappear without a trace.

Common name: Harbinger, Possessed Owl
Size comparison: Size of a normal owl
Color: Dark colourations
Diet: Insects, rodents
Environment: Most places, nocturnal

The tyrant lord Tifurael, whose latent power owed to the demon that resided in his flesh, surrounded himself with owls for they were his favourite animal. When he was slain at the climax of the Battle of Xandau, his carcass was left in the highest room of his tower. His owls, trapped with him, eventually consumed his flesh, and each became demonically possessed. These owls have a tendency to perch on window sills at night, whispering ill omens and bringing bad tidings.

Common name: N/A
Size comparison: Depends on animal
Color: Depends on animal
Diet: Depends on animal
Environment: Depends on animal

Werebeasts are animals that transform from one type of animal into another at night time and back again during the day. The cause of these transformations is unknown and very rare. Some examples include rabbits transforming into tigers at night, bears into hawks, and apes into cows. Werebeasts never transform into sentient creatures.

Pets/Servants

Common name: Imp
Size comparison: Ranging from 12 to 18 inches
Color: A mixture of brownish green colours; rarely, there may be some that are a pure dark green, dark red or black.
Diet: Omnivores
Environment: Mountain ranges, city streets and the suburbs.

Small creatures with characteristics resembling humans; they are bipedal creatures with three fingers and a thumb, two toes on their feet and a short, thin tail. Their facial features resemble a humans with pointed ears, long noses, large rounded eyes and short tusks. They are intelligent and could understand languages; very rarely would there be an unintelligent imp. They are commonly used as house servants while they sleep in tightly enclosed areas.

Common name: Cat
Size comparison: Size of a cat.
Color: Ranging from black to even red. Most cats tend to look like typical cats but may become influenced by magical energy, changing their colour.
Diet: Omnivores
Environment: Building estates.

The cat looks like typical breeds of cat that may be taken into care by a race. They are intelligent and will often follow their masters. There are a few who have become influenced by magical energy, giving them heightened intelligence and even speech.

Common name: N/A
Size comparison: General ferret sized.
Color: Ranging ferret patterns.
Diet: Omnivore
Environment: Forests, urban areas.

The ferret has become a popular pet to substitute those who don’t like cats. They are intelligent while some have learnt human speech through the heavy influence of magic. They are a common pet to see around, taking on human movements as they mimic their owners. They are vicious creatures who will more often than nought defend their owners with ferocity, more so than what a cat would do.

Common name: Rat
Size comparison: Ranging from 15 to 18 inches.
Color: Russian blue, sometimes white with a brown head and line running down the back, orange.
Diet: Omnivore
Environment: Forests, urban areas.

The Rats have long since evolved from their previous forms into something else. Still taking on the form of what was once known as the Rattus Rattus, these rats have grown in size, intelligence and can walk on their back legs with ease. They have developed thumbs from the stumps that once were, now almost resembling a human in movement. Once thought to be a new race, they are still classed as a creature due to their size. Cleanliness is their top priority and, due to this, are often recruited as common house maids and servants.

Pests

Common name: N/A
Size comparison: 1-2 inches in size.
Color: Ranging from reds to pinks and peach colours.
Diet: Omnivores
Environment: Wastelands, urban areas.

Generally seen as a nuisance, these lizards have fiery spines and tails; they don't have eyes and instead sniff their way about. Salamander will burn areas to make their nests in and produce offspring within the burning ashes. Due to their destructive nature, they are seen as pests and are often killed. Larger breeds of Salamander have been found, some have even mutated to immeasurable sizes due to their varied gene-pool and easily influenced DNA.

Common name: N/A
Size comparison: Turtledove sized.
Color: Brown in summer, white in winter.
Diet: Omnivore
Environment: Forests, urban areas.

Rabbirds are birds with the body of a bird and the head of a rabbit. They are a common sight to see and are often hunted for food, due to their delicious meat. They have large families, enjoy company of others and are frightened easily; sometimes, docile breeds may be found and can become good pets. Often thought to had been a joke created by mages, they have long since reproduced rapidly and become a pest in places.

Name: Twin-headed dog
Common name: Dog
Size comparison: Roughly the size of a springer spaniel.
Color: Usually black or brown, sometimes they may be a red tone.
Diet: Carnivore
Environment: Wastelands

A type of wild dog which is naturally born with two heads with identical brains; they are thought to have been mutants. Favoured as guard dogs, they are often used to fend off invaders but are generally seen as a pest or hazard to travellers. Rarely will they attack but when they do, they tend to go for the arms or legs first due to their awkward form. Sometimes they are tamed and made docile, however, they are still seen as mutants and generally discouraged as pets.

Common name: King Rat
Size comparison: a small bear, or a very large wolf
Color: Varies from brown to a sickly gray, sometimes in patches or swathes
Diet: Omnivore; scavenger
Environment: Caves, forests, tunnels. Smaller varieties sometimes found in cities.

A scavenger with vicious teeth and flighty temperaments. Their bodies store energy particularly well, and they eat a surprisingly small fare for survival. When food is plentiful they are known to swarm and gorge themselves, putting on huge amounts of weight. Disease-bearers, pests, and nuisance creatures. Their nickname "King Rat" is well earned. They are nervous by nature and prone to fleeing; only dangerous when cornered, or when they crawl on your food.

THE UNDEAD

Size comparison: Depends on the skeleton of the creature/race
Color: Pale, sometimes burnt.

The basic servant of the undead. Sometimes summon-able at will, it can prove to be the perfect tool for any necromancer to use. They will do whatever the necromancer wants, without any soul tied to their weary bones. They are disposable and perfect for practice.

Size comparison: Depends on the size of creature/race.
Color: Sickly green and blackened with dried blood.

The zombie is the standard meatshield, handy for cleaning up corpses by eating them piece by piece. The zombie is considered general necromancy other than beginners, able to be summoned where ever a corpse may be located. The zombie tends to be standard, slow and pretty useless when it comes to pursuit.

Size comparison: 5 to 6 foot.
Color: Bloody red at most times, skin tends to be grey and yellow.

A ghoul tends to be a more fleshy counterpart of the skeleton servant although they generally share the same purpose; although, the ghoul is more for violence. The ghoul is a crouching, mutated corpse with large claws, flat feet and huge, sharp teeth in elongated jaws. Sometimes wrapped in bandages and their former clothes, these humanoid undead are vicious, mindless and very hungry for flesh. The standard zombie mutant; however, sometimes the soul may still be attached to the ghoul but will stay loyal to the master with possible use of speech.

Size comparison: Anything from small in size to twice the size of a human.
Color: Mostly black, sometimes grey or white.

The wraith is a ghost which wears black clothes while a skeleton figure can be seen beyond the hood, a tortured soul which haunts the place close to where it died. Generally aggressive, it will protect its place of death and is unwilling to leave the area where it died. The wraith rarely causes physical damage but mentally, it can torture any lonely traveller which may come across its death place. Wraiths are seen as an omen of some sort but rarely mean death, despite its grim appearance.

Size comparison: Human-sized.
Color: Rarely seen but thought to be pale in color.

A poltergeist is a ghost with such an aggressive nature that it will physically move objects to either startle or cause physical harm. Rarely seen, they will move from object to object, causing them to come to life through the poltergeists willpower. They are rarely if never found outside a building; however, a poltergeist is a very rare find and often creates areas of magical interest.

Size comparison: Slightly larger than human sized.
Color: Grey, blacks, browns and often caked with blood.

A large creature which has fallen victim to necromancy. They become warped, skinny in appearance but the compressed muscle makes their skin act like body armour. Their body has twisted and mutated, growing huge claws while their forearms and paws become enlargened with muscle, their jaws point sharp teeth outwards, their eyes become blackened and large while their most notable feature is their long spiked spine. The Spinebeast is hungry for blood, not afraid to turn on their masters in an attempt to retrieve it. They are a very difficult minion to control and often left to the hands of advanced necromancy; a level that is very rarely matched in the art.

Size comparison: Depends on necromancy skill.
Color: Pale, often sickly green or white.

Fleshbeasts are generally beasts created from discarded flesh, the flesh held together by a high level of necromancy. They can range from any size, to a rabbit size to the size of the house; it all depends on the amount of flesh at the necromancer's disposal. They are meatshields, often created to be guards or to show off the skill of necromancy.

Common Animals

- Tigers
- Lynx
- Caracals
- Clouded leopard
- Elephants
- Chimpanzees
- Spider monkeys
- Gibbons
- Proboscis Monkeys
- Loris
- Orangutans
- Macaques
- Tamarins
- Douc Langurs
- Birds of paradise
- Cranes
- Owls
- Ducks
- Hawks
- Falcons
- Ostriches
- Peacocks
- Ibises
- Flamingos
- Pelicans
- Kingfishers
- Vultures
- Wolves
- Tortoises
- Porcupines
- Pandas
- Red Pandas
- Black bears
- Polar bears
- Sloth bears
- Moon bears
- Sun bears
- Pythons
- Adders
- Vipers
- Cobras
- Gharials
- Salamanders
- Chameleons
- Frogs
- Toads
- Rats
- Bats
- Deer
- Horses
- Antelope
- Livestock
- Domesticated Dogs
- Domesticated Cats
- Rhinos
- Camels
- Monitor lizards
- Musangs
- Hyenas
- Tapir
- Dolphins
- Whales
- Turtles
- Sharks
- Fish
- Eels
- Crustaceans
- Spiders
- Scorpions
- Beetles
- Butterflies
- Other insects

[Killerclover]

Kiara made her way out of the tent, looking around as the mildly cool breeze flowed upon her face. Her eyes closing a tad bit as the wind touched her bare eyes, opening them as best as she could and looking away from the wind flow she took the time to look around. Scanning the scenery to look for animals to kill for food. But, besides that was looking for more wood for the fire that night. She'd have to eat the food she already had. She had no clue how to cook that well, other than basic things like venison, it was simple to make that. So she needed a deer, not hard to come by.

She would do the best she could, she was a warrior after all, not the best type for she liked to do stealth like attacks more than anything. But in an head on fight she would do quite well. She didn't want to risk this however, despite her over achieved confidence to do things of the sort.

With a quick gaze, her vision spotted a deer. It was a buck, a very healthy looking one. Just her luck, something random to set her eyes upon. She was very hungry, with a quick grab she took her long bow within her left hand. She nocked an iron tip arrow within the string, pulling back the arrow she aimed at the bucks head, it was still there eating grass. Kiara concentrated her breathing as much as possible, past hardships of breathing training and physical labor helped this out immensely. Keeping the arrow there for a minimal time, remembering some of the training she got from bow usage during her time in Cimmeria, she released the arrow. The arrow whooshed out of the bow at an amazing speed, the air whistling as the arrow slammed into the bucks neck, just above the shoulder blades, not her intended shot. The large deer bucked and writhed under the pain of the shaft, before it could run off, Kiara managed to get another arrow nocked and shot off in a quick manner.

The second arrow slammed into the middle of the bucks neck, killing it nearly instantly. A lucky shot, and it was a good thing she was closer to it now. She spent the next set of minutes pulling out the arrows, cleaning them off and putting them back in her quiver. Having a total of sixteen arrows inside it, she flipped the fold over the arrows to prevent them from falling out or getting wet when it rained and such. Strapping her bow to her back she made a semi long fit of pulling the bucks carcass towards the camp site.

Within an hour or so, just barely night. She had the deer slice up and meet upon the fire, being cooked. It was quite easy to cook after all, though not much seasoning since she didn't know about that stuff. After a memorized time she carefully picked out the meat and put it on a wooden plate, this was made earlier on. During her travels a few days ago, she began to pick up the pieces and ate them slowly. Enjoying the nourishment the food provided, the warm juiciness of food. After a good thirty minutes of relaxed eating and humming by the fire she stored the rest of the meat, which was recently cooked, for a later date. When she wanted she could eat it cold, she was forced to leave the carcass right there. For the animals of the wild to feast upon what was left.

And so she slipped inside her tent, put her bow and small bag containing the meat by the tents entrance flap and slept. During her sleep she encountered something strange, everything shifted. The very fabric of reality turning grey, then finally pure black. Once that happened her dream self looked around at what appeared to be a burning forest, right in the middle of the field stood a raven, the raven was a tad larger than a normal one. It was atop a tree branch, its feathers lightly flowing as the mild, eerie wind blown against them.

Kiara approached the raven as the ravens pure red eyes looked upon the young woman, then it spook after a long silence. "Hello, Kiara. I have been watching over you for a long time. The reason I am talking to you now is because your destinity is starting up, you need to head to a tavern in Port Jinn, this tavern is called The One-eyed Troll, make your way there and you shall see what needs to be done. Good luck to your journey young barbarian,"And with that the raven vanished, not giving Kiara any time to respond. The fabric of reality bending and molding, returning Kiara to an restful sleep.

Upon awakening Kiara blinked, looking around to make sure she was in the right place. The light wind greeting her right then, she groaned as she stood up. "Time to get to this, one eye troll place, whatever that means. Apparently it is East, the direction I was going anyways and not far from here actually."

She started packing her things, getting the bag inside her traveling bag. In which she slung over her shoulder, taking out her canteen real quick she took a sip and put it back up. Unstringing her bow, she slung it over her shoulder as well. Strapping it to her bag so it would stay, she picked up her katana and put the scabbard on her left side of her waist. Strapping it there and then making sure she didn't forget anything, once settled she made her way off. Leaving the tent for it had no use right now, besides it was already there. Whoever owned it before no longer had any need for it, taking her time she arrived in Port Jinn within three hours, making her way in the semi busy street. She listened to the rumors of someone aging a man right in front of everyone and ride off stating news of the towns downfall, Kiara was superstitious of the rumors.

Kiara asked around for the tavern and was directed to it, the people she asked was curious as to why someone would want to go to an tavern so bad. Only thing to find was meals and beer mostly. Once Kiara arrived she entered and looked around, noticing first hand people talking and carrying away. She made her way around the room, looking about as she looked for whoever she was supposed to find in this place, not even knowing their name or appearance.

[Catharyn]

Taverns always managed to permeate such a stench that one smelled of stale beer and sweat for days afterwards. And if you had to spend a portion of your day, every day, gracing such places; the smell is difficult to get rid of. There were things that could be deployed to counteract the odor of course. Scents, colognes and other fragrant items would ward off the typical smell of the drinking hole. And so, to stand out from the crowd, Ana did so. Her dress, hair and body smelled like a freshly cut yew log, cinnamon and crisp morning air carried from a pine forest.

She was sat in a booth, the rough felt of the seat was uncomfortable against her soft skin, but she didn't let it show. She was in the middle. Four executive employees of the Diamond Sun shipping company filled the rest of the booth with their bovine bodies, fluffy expensive clothes and egos. "So there i was. Surrounded by the board of directors, wanting to know where this brilliant idea had come from." The man to her left, Hoadley was saying, postulating wildly with his arms. The other three men laughed hysterically, each of their eyes occasionally checking Ana's face to see she was still reacting to the conversation. In order to remain on good terms with them, she'd need to find them fascinating.

"What happened next?" Anastasiya asked animatedly, taking the last sip from her honied mead. All of the men seated around here, apart from the one speaking, noticed this. Right away they all rushed in to ask her whether she wanted another. She opened her mouth to accept when two men clad in light chain mail walked into the tavern. Their stance, the way their helmeted heads scanned the bar before meandering over all the patrons. They were searching for somebody. Most probably her. Ana inwardly groaned. Both of the armoured men wore purple cloaks that stretched right down to the ground. When one of them turned away from her briefly, she caught sight of stunning gold conjoined eagles stitched onto the cloth.

Ana had been involved with these men before. Latinkon. Feared mercenaries from far away. They had recently been appearing in Rocoa with one aim. To track down the members of the Amethyst Eyeglass. Several informants had been captured already. No one had heard from them since. Ana averted her gaze, but it was no use. She stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the elephantine business men around her. They had found her. Menacingly, they began walking towards their table. There was no escape.

[Lyzan]

Mistaken for a den where in fact it was a cave, the sacred ground was left untouched and unventured by travellers. Skulls and bones scattered near the entrance's mouth, worked like a charm in keeping even the wilderness at bay. Occasionally, a deep growling sound would echoe from within. If it was true that none had ventured into the cave or that the littered skeletons prevented wild beasts from taking refuge, who or what was it then that made those rumbling noises. Furthermore, how was the ground came to be known as sacred? Who, as a matter of fact, claimed it to be? According to the tales of wandering merchants, it was believed to be the home of a stray Asjudim, venturing too far out from the mountains. Although the possibility for a mountain creature to have ventured so far was nigh impossible, the notion of it being dismissed however never occured. Others claimed it to be the lair of the Goddess Lloth herself. Eventually, curiosity led a group of men to investigate. This was decades ago. Either they were brave or rather bold to take up on a mission with vague details. As most had predicted when the men departed, none had returned to reveal the truth and soon, it was forgotten.

Using the senses of touch, Zyk Lar'nark, probably the last of his race, a dragoniod; dived deeper into the dark pool. Tail slithering, expertly propelling himself farther into the abyss where most races couldn't possibly reached without aid. Pushing himself away from the cavern's wall, preventing his head from the rocks; Zyk hadn't given up on his search. Despite having resided here for more than half a century, he'd never once given up hope. His faith seemed to be unchallenged. His gaze finally caught on something illuminating under a rock and his hand immediately reached for it. Smooth and slimy to his touch, he carefully grab it. A task almost impossible for him. Nevertheless, he succeeded and began swimming for the surface. If there was ever a moment of joy the dragoniod would experience, this day might just be it. The day he'd found his ancestors, his god, Ouroboros.

Zyk gasped for air with a deep rumbling growl before he made it out of the pool. A delighted smile would be carved over his face. If only he'd the muscles known as lips to do so. Carefully, he placed the devine being -or so he thought- that was in his hand over the edge of the pool as he got himself on one knee.

"Ouroboros.." Zyk hissed between short panting for air. "Mez Lurd!" (Me lord!) he exclaimed with a fist brought over his heart, his head lowered and his eyes shut. He waited. The blind salamander remained motionless and kept itself quiet. Aside from the regular puffing of it's throat and the gentle sway of it's finned tail, there was no sign of communication. Zyk too held his tongue then. A mixture of excitement mingled with a discomforting sense of wrong-doings overwhelmed him. Was he not being faithful, thought Zyk. Wasn't he saving his God from the trouble of appearing in his sleep? Certainly there was no need for Him to be using his powers to call out to Zyk. At least not now when he was right there physically. Shouldn't that saved Him the trouble to find Zyk when he was on foot? Was it wrong to show the god his devotion? At least, spare him the agony of silence and say something that would aid him with what he sought for. His brothers, sisters, his kind. Silently, Zyk repeated his prayers. Unaware of the creature's movement, the dragoniod focused on his past searching for any sins he may have done. By this time, the blind salamander had turned away from the dragon warrior and dove back into the dark pool.

Hearing the splash, Zyk opened his eyes and blinked. He grew even more worried. Ouroboros was offended, he presumed. HE was angry at him, Zyk thought. With a growl of frustration, the dragoniod slammed his fist on the cavern's floor. "Baad Zyk! Zyk ish stepiz! Ouroboroz levz.." (Bad Zyk! Zyk is stupid! Ouroboroz leave..) Just then, another bright illumination from the dark pool slowly neared the surface. The creature returned with a brighter glow and stood on it's hind legs over the pool's surface like how Zyk had sometimes saw in his dreams.

"Hello Zyk.." his spirit began. "I am very delighted to see that you've gone through so much patience and endured so much for me. However, you still have a long way to go. I understand what it was that you seek, Zyk. Are you willing to serve Ouroboros, Zyk?" asked the spirit animal.

"Ys, mez gud Lurd! Zyk ish.." (Yes, me/my great Lord! Zyk is..)

"Listen carefully, Zyk.. Head over to Port Jinn and follow your instinct in finding your kind.. Do this for Ouroboros, Zyk.. For Ouroboros.." with that, the creature sink itself back into the water.

"Ey skas, mez Lurd! Ey gui.." (I understand, me/my Lord. I go..)

Under the cover of night where the stars scattered in the sky above, Zyk began his journey towards his destination. He remained still in the day, well hidden and blended with the landscape. Clad in nothing more than his tribe's war gear, his weapon and shield; Zyk travelled light. Scavenging food over the plains and attacking whatever nocturnal creatures he could find as his provisions. A day passed, then two and on the third day, Zyk came upon a merchant's route. Oblivious to the recent activity on both cities, the dragoniod had no idea of what to expect. Thus he laid back that morning like he would on any other day. Well camouflaged and without hinting to whatever may travel the route of his presence.

Soon, the rolling sound of a caravan's wheel caught his hearing. From within the tall grasses, he peered. Waiting for it to come within striking range. The horses first reacted, acting nervously as they picked up Zyk's scent. The dragoniod cursed silently at wind for giving away his position. The caravan's occupant stirred. The rider, an old bearded man signalled his men to get off. They were armed and seemed to be combat fit. Their clothings differed. Not from the same tribe, Zyk thought. However, their rugged features assured him that they were in the same traits. Mercenaries perhaps.

"Un.. Tue.. ... Figi.. Tue kuc'sh.. Tue tok'sh.. Un trix'sh.." (One.. Two.. ... Five.. Two swordsman.. Two macer.. One mage..) Zyk counted to himself in a whisper. Time for some fun.

As one of the macer got closer to Zyk, he pounced and pounded on the man's head with his fist, splitting the skull like it was melon. The body dropped to the floor with a soft thud as the dragoniod hissed at the horses. The beast reared in panic and turned to run which resulted in throwing the caravan to it's side, flinging the mage to the other side of the road. Another macer came from Zyk's left while the two swordsman flanked his right. The man hammered his mace towards Zyk's chest but before it could cause any damage, the man got a devastating kick to his groin. Knees buckled, he too slumped with both hands between his legs. He then stomped onto the back of his head and painted the road with brains and blood before turning around to greet the two swordsman. Another hiss towards the pair before Zyk took a step back dodging the arching swing of a sword towards his head. The blade glistening as it went by, hungry for his blood just as the men's eyes stared into his own with the same bloodlust. Perhaps not exactly the same. Unlike them, his lust for blood weren't tarnished with the fear of death, the fear of facing a creature they thought to be wiped out.

Another body fell. This one was cut into half from it's waist and allowed to hang on to what life it'd left as the man clambered away using his forearms, dragging his guts and intestines towards the safety of the caravan. The one facing Zyk reeled back. Eyes blinking as his hand was brought to his face. His nose was in an awkward shape. Damn it, he cursed. How was it that a slumbering creature could escape his strikes, thought the man with the broken nose. And where was the mage when you need him, he pondered. All hope were lost as he came to realize that the dragoniod seemed to see his moves with ease. Zyk may be slow but years of combat experienced and his taunting body posture lured them to strike where he wanted. Hence with such a technique under his sleeve, Zyk managed to keep himself ahead of the game. Soon, the man with the broken nose saw his own standing feet in front of him. He blinked as he watched his body crushing down to a kneeling position before collapsing.

"DIE VERMIN!" exclaimed the mage who finally decided to show himself from behind the toppled over caravan. He was pointing a staff to the dragoniod and muttering some mambo-jambo with a angry wrinkles over his face. Zyk opened his arms and stooped low as if to invite what was to come, as if to challenge the mage. "Kume trix'sh! Kume!" (Come mage! Come!) Zyk taunted.

A force was then projected out from the tip of the staff. An explosion of a powerful blast headed for the dragoniod. It then crackled into flames, threatening to devour Zyk. The warrior almost chuckled. His own magic reacted. A flash of light blinded the mage and before he knew it, the table was turned. He was toasted and Zyk slowly straightened himself before he went to the back of the caravan. Pathetic being, Zyk thought. What made them think they could win against a war-mongering race?

He retrieved a black cloak big enough for his size and a small pouch with a sum of twenty coin. Zyk couldn't say that he wasn't delighted with the find since he never had any use for them before. What he found was a personal achievement, at least that's what he thought. And it should do him some good with his travel, he assumed. Without inspecting what more could the party of mercenaries be escorting or carrying in the caravan, Zyk continued on towards Port Jinn.

Thinking that he've hidden his identity pretty well, paying little attention to his tail that was sticking out at the back of the cloak, Zyk entered the city. He stared at the ground and paid little heed to the reaction of the people around him as he used his weapon as though it was a walking stick. They immediately gave way to him. Some hurried into their homes. Slamming their doors and windows shut as he went by. He turned around thinking that something scary might've been following him. Seeing that there was none, Zyk grunted and continued on. Every attempt he made to confront these people almost seemed impossible as they either cleared from his path or backed away to a safe distance.

"Mommy.. A dragoni.." said a boy as he pointed towards Zyk before the child's mother covered his mouth and scurried home. "Dra.. gon.." Zyk struggled to mimic what the boy said. That's what they call him here, he thought. Dragon. It'll be a start.

".. Yeah, it's true... I heard many was looking for this dragon.." he then heard one say. Slowly, Zyk turned himself around. "Where'd you hear that from?" asked the stranger's friend. "From the One-Eyed-Troll.. Where else?" came the reply as he pointed to the tavern nearby.

Without delay, Zyk headed for the direction and went right in. He paused for a moment, sniffing in the smell of ale and odours. Picking up scent of different races and a strong fragrant smell from one of the occupants. Zyk eyed the crowds and headed straight for the bar.

"Zec.. Vher ish dra.. gon..?" (Hello.. Where is dra.. gon..?) he hissed to the man behind the bar, trying desperately not to reach out and demand for answers. The presence of so many races where none was his made it no less easier.

[A Dusty Man]

Poke.

Poke.

Repzik opened his right eye. He was asleep in the street, and a young boy was poking his forehead. He swallowed, loudly, and his throat felt like sandpaper. The light flooding his eye made his brain hurt. Too much wine last night.

"What boy." He gurgled out.

The boy blinked and looked at him. "I thought you were dead."

Repzik blinked, he would have crossed his arms, but he was already sleeping with them crossed, so they already were. "No. Now begone."

The boy pouted and walked away. Once Repzik was sure he wasn't coming back, he tried opening his left eye, and saw only black. He was sure he was blind, until he brought his hand up to his face, to find a cat sleeping on his head, paw dangling over his eye. How he missed that, he wasn't quite sure.

He reached up, and grabbed the cat by scruff of it's neck and pulled it off, putting it on the ground. Then, using his good arm to steady himself against a wall, he pulled himself up, and cracked his back. He had been sleeping on his sword.

He picked it up and attached it to his belt, under his left arm, where he kept it, and he threw his few belongings in his bag, and put it on his back. He then pulled his cloak up off the ground, and wrapped it around his body, concealing the left side, and allow his right arm to swing freely at his side.

He pulled the hood up, rested his left arm on the sword hilt, and started walking aimlessly through the market. He walked past an average sized man with a bag of coins, and he drew his knife, slicing the pouch open. He caught 7 of the gold pieces, and tucked them into his own, now no longer empty coin purse. The man frantically looked around for who would cause the remainder of his money to shower and scatter across the market ground.

He continued on his way, and stopped seeing a flyer about work at the One Eyed Badger or some sort of Tavern. It had only one eye, and there could only be so many pirate based taverns in a single port city.

He took a few steps, and saw a woman with a basket full of fruit. He started his approach, and whispered. The word took on a shape of it's own. Almost real, but entirely nonexistent. A choir of ghosts whispered the word, echoing it forward across time and space permanently.

"Celer"

His movement sped up, and he walked fast past the woman, snatching an apple off the top. He brought it to his mouth and started eating it, enjoying the freshness of the fruit.

When he was finished, he was at the tavern and walked in. He sat down, and ordered a mead, and sipped it, looking around for someone to talk to about a job.

Before he could spot anyone, he looked at the purple cloak toting men who had entered. They looked tough, though Repzik had no idea who they were. He sipped the mead some more, and paid very close attention to what was going on.

[Catharyn]

The Latinkon reached the table occupied by Ana and her associates and stood towering over them. Ana desperately looked at the businessmen sitting around her for a reprieve, but they hardly noticed the two armored mercenaries until one of them slammed his hand down on the table, quite dramatically. All talk around the table stopped. There was a moments silence before Hoadley spoke up. "Can we..help you two gentlemen?" The leading Latinkon barely looked at the man before speaking, his eyes trained directly on Ana. "Yes, can we please speak to this young woman in private..with regard to..a disturbance recently?" The Latinkon soldier said, his voice a hoarse growl, like a carriage trundling over gravel.

Hoadley looked from the adamantine mercenaries to Anastasiya and back again. He was in a dilemma. Either he stuck up for the poor girl but risk his reputation and his job, or let her go and loose an apparent admirer. Anastasiya had sown her seeds so deep that it took him a second to think about this. Time enough for her to unlock one of the smoke bombs from her leather weapon belt and plan her escape. Just as the businessman opened his mouth in what looked to be a protest, Ana threw the little glass bomb under the table so that it collided with one of the mercenaries boots. It exploded on impact, creating a thick veil of dark blue smoke. Ana seized her chance, slipping under the table and scrabbling for freedom on her hands and knees. She passed the waggling feet of the businessmen and shot between the two Latinkon.

But she made a mistake, she began to get up too early, and a burly arm wrapped around her middle. Immediately Ana lashed out, lurching to the right in an attempt at throwing him off. They crashed into a table, sending flagons of mead flying everywhere. She couldn't get up, one of the Latinkon had straddled her, attempting to grab her flailing arms. Pulling her Kirpan from her weapon belt, Ana lashed out wildly and stabbed the man deeply in the left calf. He screamed in pain and fell off of her, but before she could get back to her feet, the second mercenary jumped on her, pushing her knife arm to the ground and holding it there and putting his other hand on her throat. "You're coming with us bitch." He growled, crushing Ana's hand till she released her weapon with a moan. "Get to your feet!" The man yelled, getting off her and drawing his sword and leveling it at her chest.

[A Dusty Man]

Repzik watched as the smoke ball exploded out from under the table, and how the man who had grabbed the woman received a knife in his leg. Then the other man grabbed her. Repzik watched him choke the woman, and stepped off the stool to his feet.

He walked over, his sword still concealed under his cloak with his right hand holding his mug of mead. His left hand rested on the hilt of the blade, and using his thumb, he pushed it out of the sheath with some effort, but allowing for a quicker draw. If it came to that.

He took a sip of his mead, and opened his mouth. "Come now sir, that is no way to treat a lady, is it? And please, tell us what she did to warrant such... brute force?"

Repzik was starting to form a mental plan in his head to the fight. The two of them had swords, weapons with a long reach not designed for combat in a bar like this. If a fight broke out, Repzik knew he was going to try and force the man outside, to keep others from being hurt, and to allow him to use his sword and parries to full effect.

[Killerclover]

Kiara roamed around the tavern for awhile, trying to find some kind of information that would put her skill sets to good use. Some kind of job that'd test her skill to good measure, and she found something of the sort. She found it, right upon the wall of the east side of the tavern was a flyer, Kiara walked over in a rather brisk pace and read the flyer. Upon it she saw something mentioning the Emperor Dragon being gone, it wasn't such a major fact that it even mattered to the people but right upon that flyer read that the people did in fact wish to find out if this dragon was alive or not, luckily the flyer gave the last known location the dragon could possibly be in. Such a quest was beyond sanity but Kiara felt it to be a test of will, a test of courage and last but not lest a true test that she was in fact a true Barbarian, one without fear, without care in the world that she wouldn't back down from a challenge.

She came to a conclusion, she'd search for this dragon. She took the flyer off the wall since there were so many of them and put it within her traveling bag, turning around she saw some different people than before. What appeared to be a dragoniod was there also, this caught her attention, such a strange beast indeed. Kiara made her way over, careful not to spoke to the creature and showed it the flyer, a picture of what the people thought the dragon to look like at the top.


"I am searching for this dragon," She began, speaking slowly so her voice could be focused in the dragoniods mind and be understood, "Would you..be willing to come with?" She finally said, finishing the sentence. Hopefully the creature would understand her enough to figure it out, though she was not sure if the creature would accept to come with a human, especially one wearing such type of clothing. Black, full body leather was not exactly normal.

[Lyzan]

Then, as if the fates wouldn't allow him to suffer, he was interrupted with a small commotion which seemed to be distracting the very same person he was enquiring. With a frustrated grunt, although he was somewhat glad for the opportunity given, Zyk turned himself around to get a better look at the trouble-makers. At least now he'd gotten a reason to unleash his frustration, thought the Dragoniod. Without delay, with heaving chest, Zyk approached the three men, disregarding the barbaric woman clad in black leather who'd approached him. His focus were the two who'd started the whole damn thing. Therefore, her words seemed muffled over his lust for their blood. He took a couple of strides towards them and before the crowd could notice, he was standing before them and was right next to Repzik. He hissed and flashed his weapon before their eyes. Fresh blood from his recent kill dripping with a few lumps of pinkish flesh still hanging over it. The mercenaries reeled back instinctively, clearly intimidated by the size of this cloaked creature and the signs of brutality on his weapon. They took a moment to look to each other before casting an angry look to the lady they were after. Without a word, they left the tavern and silently swore that they'll return.

From one of the seats within the tavern, an old man clad in a worn brownish cloak stood. He glanced towards the bar where Johic, son of Abbar, nodded to the old mage and pointed to the unmistaken race that was long thought to have perished. A perfect race to track down the very creature that worries them, agreed Vairoz. With a crooked oak-staff, he walked towards the dragon warrior.

"I hear that you were looking for a dragon..?" a friendly voice came from behind Zyk. "Come with me and I shall point you in the right direction, my friend." Vairoz said before he turned to address the others who were there beside him. "And you too should come if you're interested in taking the job.. We shall head over to the Library.. There's a map there that we could use.." he continued and gestured them towards the door. "You can come too.." Vairoz said as he glanced over his shoulder directing his offer to Kiara before stepping out of the One-Eyed-Troll.

Long did he stare at the mage. Not one bit did he trust the human. In fact, he never trusted any other races aside from his own. Nonetheless, the tone of his voice and his willingness to aid him in searching for his race was far too kind. It didn't seem like he was out to kill them. If he was, Zyk would've been attacked by now already. The promise was too much ask for but there it was, a window of an opportunity to reunite with his Brothers and Sisters. But what would be the catch, why do these other races who were never in good terms with his kind suddenly helped him? It didn't occur to Zyk's mind. He was oblivious if it was a trap and unaware that their mission were to actually find a dragon and not one of his race. So he followed the mage. Ignoring whispers and pointing fingers from the shadows.

"Ka trix'sh..." (Thanks mage...) Zyk hissed as he followed the Mage into the library.

Vairoz simply nodded in reply and brought the group to a stand before a huge table made of oak where the top were expertly carved with the same details that could be found on a map. The mage began after holding the gaze of each that were present.

"I am certain that by now, everybody that'd gathered here know what this is about.." he paused. "Rumors have been going on. True or untrue? That's where you folks come in.." Vairoz started pacing. "The emperor dragon.. What do we know about it? It's a gargantuan gold-scaled creature with a huge wingspan capabled of forming gales. It's roar alone could flattened a forest. But now, it's been far too long of a while do we hear of it's terror. The people were worried. It's bothering their peaceful life with that curious question. What happened to it?" Vairoz then slammed his staff onto the table, pointing to an island on the map before he resumed. "This is where it was last seen, where the trail goes cold... You'll be boarding a ship and journey to this island where your search shall begin."