Heros vs Legends (Open)

[Drake Regnant]

Reynolds politely nodded and directed her in the way of where they would be staying for the night. After a short walk to the hillside. The house look like a simple two-story cottage from the outside there was a small garden filled with various assortments of plants with an overlooking balcony towards the river. Reynolds looked at the house and smiled as it felt good to be home. "Well this is the place it doesn't look like much on the outside but on the inside it can be the home for a king." As reynolds push down on handle it and opened it up. Through the cracks you could see extravagance of his home filled with paintings and small tokens of different eras Reynolds has been to on the side hallway he look to his left to five portraits of people he knew that were long gone in from the world of men. "It's not much but its home."

[Frettzo]

"Fit for a King? Well, that's quite good, seeing that I'm a Princess!" She grins, stepping inside after Reynolds and looking around, her eyes widening in amazement at the paintings "How... How did you make these?! They're so well defined and they're like... Real! Is this some kind of magic?" She asked, her eyes still wide as she hesitantly touches one of the paintings, pulling her finger away as she notices it's a flat surface. She'd never seen paintings before, all she had seen were anatomically wrong engravings in walls so far. So it impressed her to no end that someone could make such a masterpiece, with such colours.

[Drake Regnant]

Reynolds smiled as he walked down to hallway. "This is not actually magic it is actually the use of dyes to make colors and then use an instrument to make these pictures usually with a paintbrush in your time onward to about 8900 years later but sadly that type artistic style has been given way to more effective ways of capturing an image." he came back bearing a key a in hand. "Those 5 right there were legends of another time and they were known for the bravery, courage, and leadership. Though most of them weren't actually human. They utilize all forms of magic and skills even objects consider by some to be holy or unnatural by some" He handed her the key to where she would be staying. "Here is the key to your room it will be up the stairs and the second door on your right. It is whatever you make of it shall become your room." He continued on and then showed her the way.

Through the stairs they could see a whole manner of things that Reynolds kept in their. Books lined the wall and he pulled out his copy of The Divine Comedy for his own entertainment. "It does get messy from time to time though but hope this room will suit your needs." as the reached the door.

[Frettzo]

She quietly listened and followed Reynolds upstairs, smiling as she grabbed the key and opened the door enough to peek inside, grinning widely at seeing a big room, the walls covered by heavily adorned carpets and the main bed surrounded by lots of cushions and covered by a see-through light beige veil. She had a mirror on top of a drawer and quite a bit of make up. She only had eye liner though, the only kind of make up she knew.

She opened the door and ran inside, jumping onto the bed as she bounced a bit, squealing in a girlish manner "Oh by the gods! I haven't been in a room like this in years!" she exclaimed as she pushed her head against a pillew and sniffed around, grinning all the while.

[Drake Regnant]

West smiled gleefully and then spoke "I hope this is good for you. I will let you become acquainted for a bit and left the room." Walking down the stairs he passed by the paintings of the five people he touched one of the paintings"I know that I was brought here for a reason but to more innocent souls on line I just don't want them to face the evils I have faced. Phage is something that can only be one with a holy relic that has passed on to one of you from time and different planes of existence. But if I am to gather more people for this fight let it be them who live and I who pass on into legend." He bowed his head and then removed his hand from the painting.

Walking down the hall towards the back he went past the trophy room which held a case in the middle lined in silver and an inscription above it: Let those who are destined to be Heroes hold the weapon of power that can be Evil's Bane or Good's Plague. Reynolds has contemplated the use of these weapons for a while to combat the phage but he know he did not feel the pure of heart run through him. "I know...Issac... I know." He said softly and then went on to back to contemplate his life.

[Frettzo]

Watching Reynolds leave the room gave Khielan an idea- she dropped her weapons into a corner of the room, and went into a dressing room, coming out with a completely different outfit for the rest of the day. ((Of course you should change the high heels for sandals.))

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This is her skin's tone, just make her taller, give her a bit more of breasts and a bit more of hips and there she is, Khielan.

She guessed it was a good enough dress, fitting of her and her visit to this place they called the tavern that night. A princess should always look her best in social gatherings, and she couldn't look her best while being ready for battle, so she let her hair loose to flow down to her waist behind her and wrapped the veil around her arms before starting to apply eyeliner to herself, making sure to make her eyes and face stand out with it.

[Drake Regnant]

The sorcerer sat began to watch the sunset into the mountains. He had just finished reading the divine comedy and stood up stretching himself out and letting out a small yawn. Looking to his watch he saw that it was almost time for them to meet at the Tavern. Reynolds had a contented smile and then said good-bye to his home for now. Walking down the hall and upstairs he was at the door Khielan and then knocked. "Khielan it is almost time for us to go." He looked down at himself still covered in blood and scales from last night's battle. "Oh better not look like this." He thought to himself and then snapped his fingers and then his form changed to that of a late 19th century gentleman. "Much better."

[Frettzo]

"We'll be out in a second!" She calls out, applying the last touches before trying up her sandals' laces and opening the door, walking out in her new dress "Mr. Reynolds, would you be so kind as to show us to the Tavern? We've got the date with Miss Brynhildr." She said, grinning as she made sure she wasn't lacking any piece of the dress. "Yes, we're ready to go. What will we do at the Tavern?"

It had been quite a few years since she last felt like a true Princess, dressed in the finest clothes she could have and at least relaxed enough to look regal.

[Drake Regnant]

Reynolds looked into the door and saw her a bit taken away but still able to maintain his composure. "Well Khielan it is a simple thing it is a place to eat and socialize with all those that are here." He replied showing her door to the way out. "Luckily your dress is fitting for where we are heading. The place is called Tavern of the River it is sorta of a spoof on a place that existed in a time called the 20th century." Reynolds with his gloves on politely gestured his hand to help her down the stairs and out the door. "It is a good place filled with delicacies from the world around though there is the rules for this place."

[Frettzo]

"Oh? And what are those rules? 20th Century? Well, we come from the Eleventh Age after the Great Harvest." She said with a smile, going downstairs, sparing a few glances to the paintings before walking out "It was not our most glorious Age, we agree, but we were still the biggest Empire in the known world. Where did so many nations and clothing and technology come from, Mr. Reynolds? To be quite honest, it still baffles us to no end. Our father would have been elated to find out all of this."

"Also, Mr. Reynolds, how is it possible that this house knew what we'd like to have as a room?" She asked as she made her way outside, preparing herself to resist the cold of the coming night with so little protection.