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Benedict Kaspin




This town was shit.

Not necessarily in that it was a bad place to be. It wasn't. It was a fairly nice place. The issue was the expense. It cost a small fortune of money to buy food.

And he was dirt poor at the moment. The few coins he had were more than likely at the bottom of the sea by now.

He ended up using his size to his advantage. He was much larger than everyone around him. Going as far as to tower above most by three or four feet. With that came an intimidation factor that almost always worked. No one made a move to stop him when he took several bananas and over various food items. No one resisted when he took a knapsack large enough to hold his items. One shopkeeper attempted to shout at him when he began to take other supplies, but his jaws snapping in the man's face quickly sent the man reeling.

If that made him a bully, so be it.

What he really wanted to do now was to acquire the materials necessary to begin constructing the the design he had in his satchel. He shouldered the stolen travel pack with the food and other various supplies, making sure the glare down the shopkeeper as he left. He puffed smoke out of his nose and continued on his way. He was pretty intent on finding Theresa again. He wished that they had made some plan or another on where to meet. Then again she could've gone with no intent on seeing him again. That wasn't exactly a strange scenario to him either.

His eyes turned as the sight of long red hair dodging and weaving through the people around her in his direction. No doubt his accomplice.

"Theresa!" Ben yelled, lifting one of his massive arms in the air in attempt to wave her over. He never expected to be happy to see someone so new to him. But here he was.

Funny how things worked out.
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Cia


Cia flew up next to Saaria realizing that she wasn't acting the way most beings would when greeting others. "Do not show so much skin. They will get the wrong idea." Cia said Saaria. She was feeling a bit more comfortable near the two now and was within arms reach now of them. "My friend here means to just greet you. Tell me, what is this place called? And why is the town in ruins?" Cia asked the brutish man from over Saarias sholder.

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Jade Beach

The sand, up close, did not gradually become filled with sea-grasses as it drew closer to the forest, contrary to what Piper had originally thought. Instead, the sand itself became a rich green color, as though the ground itself was alive.

As they drew close to the forest’s abrupt beginning, a long, low note sounded from a horn, far off in the distance. Team Thunderstorm looked around for the source, but were unable to find anything. Something about the sound of it was unnerving, as though Piper should recognize it, but it was beyond her recollection to remember. It was enough to tame her wild spirits at finally beginning the adventure of a lifetime, and got her to actually start paying attention to the landscape.

The beach itself was a long, flat bit of sand, whose end at the forest’s edge was, while abrupt, level and smooth. Tall mountains could be seen over the tops of the trees.

“Hey, Piper, we should probably look for a better way through the forest here, it looks like the trees get really thick,” Chumi warned, looking into the shaded Jaded Woods.

“Yeah, let’s stick with the beach for now. Maybe we can find a river to follow!” Piper said.

And so, they skirted the edge of the dark woods, on the green beach between the bright blue sea and the deep green forest. The sand, it seemed, didn’t stop at the beach’s edge. It just looked that way, what with the green color it took on. The map recorded all of the land they explored with excellent detail, even providing a convenient marker for there exactly they were. It could be fooled, but only by a competent magician, something that both of them were certain this new land lacked. After all, the only magicians that weren’t known by the Orb Arcane Flying Records Repository were necromancers, run-of-the-mill wicked witches that can’t do anything but sacrificial magic, and the occasional martial wizard. No wizards were on the island, none powerful enough to fool any spells Chumi could make.

As they walked, the initially smooth, long beach slowly became bumpier, though never enough to really be called dunes. The forest’s landscape followed those hills as well. Beyond one such sandy hump, they found what they were looking for.

“Ha! Knew there would be a river somewhere around here,” Piper said, “It’s small, but we can definitely ride this!”

“I can’t swim, Piper,” Chumi reminded. Again. For the eighth time since they left Port.

“Oh, right. We’ll have to follow the edge, then,” Piper was a little disappointed. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wanted for Chumi to realize that male magicians being completely unable to swim was a complete myth, but she’d convince him someday.

The edge of the far side of the river was a little less dense than the side they were on. Piper could have sworn she could see a little animal trail branching away from it.
The stream was small enough that they could easily leap over it, though Piper preferred to wade. small, silly looking little fish lived in the brackish creek, and they curiously poked at her legs as she made her way through.

Now on the correct side of the river, they looked into the woodlands they were about to enter.

“Good call on finding the creek here, there’s no way we wouldn’t get lost in there otherwise,” Piper noted, looking at the very dense foliage now visible along the far side.

“We have a path! We have a goal! Time to find our fortune!” Chumi exclaimed. Piper’s spirits instantly lifted.
“Yeah! We’re gonna map out the world, starting with this Jaded Woodland!”

They stepped in unison towards the forest. The sand was still a deep green here. Within moments, the trees surrounded them, and the grand openness of the bright blue sea was but a recent memory. Piper looked back for a moment, at the small window of it now visible, nodded, and pressed forward. The eerie horn from before had all but passed from her mind.
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Aardvale Cleaver-Men



The Cleaver-Man eyed Cia and Saaria with bloodshot eyes. He grit his crooked black teeth and turned away from them, muttering under his breath, "Disgusting..."

He walked away from them, towards the center of the ruined town, where many more were gathered. Past him, a door flew open and a scrawny, naked thing with bulging eyes and massive teeth scampered outside. Another Cleaver-Man followed it, yelling, and brought his foot down on its spine. He drove a metal rod through its neck as it trashed about madly, before growing still.

"FUCKING RATS." He called out, withdrawing the metal rod and wiping the blood off of it. He turned his gaze towards Cia and Saaria, teeth bared and grinding, before returning to his home and slamming his door shut.

This wasn't a very nice town, it seemed.



Gerald Pithers



The center of town was home to a congregation of Cleaver-Men, all mumbling to each other or drinking from some dirt-encrusted mugs. Gerald weaved his way through the crowd, earning no one's attention, and beheld a barrel with several filled mugs sitting atop it.

"AH-HA!" Gerald called out, reaching for a mug. He took it, examined the putrid liquid inside, shrugged, and poured it down his bony gullet.

The liquid fell through his bones and onto the cobblestone below, staining his robes a bit. There were little chunks of what appeared to be rotten fruit mixed into the liquid, some sticking to his bones. Gerald looked down, finally taking a minute to process the fact that he was no longer capable of the consumption of alcohol.

"WELL, PISS." Was his only reaction.

"Thief!" A skinnier Cleaver-Man called out, snatching the mug from Gerald's hand. "The nectar is not for you! It's..."

He paused for a moment, one of his pus-leaking eyes focusing on the mark the Vigil had given Gerald. The Cleaver-Man's eyes widened even more as he shouted, "THE SKELETON! HE'S MARKED!"

All the surrounding Cleaver-Men immediately turned their attention towards Gerald. A particularly large one brandished a hunk of iron with finger holes carved through it, calling out, "CRUSH HIM."

The Cleaver-Men all drew their weapons and approached. Gerald backed away from them with nothing else to say but...

"AW, BUGGAH..."

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When the Cleaver Man called her disgusting, something changed in Saaria. A darkness that her companions had not yet seen came over her face. And her entire demeanour changed. She flew up above the ground, suddenly flying as if it was second nature to her. Seeing the men circling Gerald, she rocketed down, sending streams of fire from what seemed like thin air smashing into two of the cleaver men. She stared down the rest, her eyes a wild glowing red that matched the fire in her throat, daring them to take another step towards her skeletal companion.

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Cia simply watched as the events took place. Saaria was quite the fearsome woman. She wasn't smart but she was certainly a brute. There were only a few like her within Sweetmeat County, the gingerbread guards were certainly formidable but not quite as powerful as Saaria. She would make a great guard one day if Cia could recruit her. "Please step back, I don't think I could stop her if she were to go on the attack. Also could you please explain what 'marked' means while we are at it? And possibly why it is bad?" Cia asked.

Despite her being a native to the continent she didn't really know much. She truly was young, most likely younger than all of those around her.

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Aardvale Cleaver-Men



The Cleaver-Men ignored Cia entirely. With their weapons drawn, they crept closer towards the trio, some of them barking like dogs, ravenous.

"HOLD IT, BOYS."

They all stopped and turned their heads. Behind the crowd, which split in two, walked up a towering, gangly man. Black, formal attire that had become tattered and stained. A black hat with a wide brim. Dark, unkempt hair, with a hefty beard. Pale skin, with veins pumping a dark fluid all along his hands and face. A toothy grin and one blank, glassy eye completed his ensemble.

"JUST... hold it." He said, with quite a few breaths in between his words, "What... have I TOLD you boys... about practicing your... your manners?" He gazed around at the Cleaver-Men surrounding him, then turned his gaze towards Gerald, Saaria, and Cia. "Which... which one of you's got the..."

He raised his finger at them before settling its direction on Gerald's skull. "Ah!" He said, smiling, "Yeah, you... the dead man walking..." He lowered his finger and turned his attention towards the women.

"I... apologize for the boys' behavior..." He said, half-heartedly, "The name's uh, Jolly Gutters... and these are my fellow Cleaver-Men. See, we don't... get a lot of visitors... and we make short work of... of the marked ones, so... here's the deal. You... hand him over..."

He pointed towards Gerald once again.

"And you two girls can walk away... untouched. After all... natives gotta, look out for each other, yeah? Yeah... I can just tell you two are from 'round here... just like us... whaddya say?"

The Cleaver-Men stood poised, awaiting action from the trio.

And for once, Gerald was silent.

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Jaded Woods: Creekside Path

The creek was long, curved, and flat. The forest, once they’d reached the point where the trees didn’t let any sunlight at all through, didn’t change much. The only visible source of sunlight, at the moment, came from the center of the creek, which was for the most part unshrouded by the trees. The terrain, however, did start to change slightly. It was gradual, but the ground slowly started to slope upwards. The creek, too, grew faster and the occasional rapids could be seen.
The green sand, which continued to blanket the ground, became coarser and more gravel-like as they continued.

Eventually, after a few hours of bickering as to what they’d do when they reached the creek’s end, Chumi was treated to the hilarious sight of Piper walking directly into a green wall that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. She let out a squawk of surprise as she fell back into the creek, and shot a burst of water in the general direction of the wall.

“You ok, Pip?” He said, once he stopped laughing enough to get the words out.

“Yeah, I’m, um, fine,” she said, face red, looking at the thing she’d run into. The wall, it seemed, stretched far above the trees. Piper, already in the water, waded to the center of the creek. The creek’s head seemed to be here, and the water was flowing out of a very small crack in the green expanse. The wall itself was mostly smooth, and looked to be made of the same green stone the gravel that covered the floor was made from. The spot where her blast of magic had hit was gouged, far deeper than it would have been if it had hit any sort of stone she could think of. There was still water dripping from it, carrying a sort of sandy sludge with it.

“Chumi, what do you think this thing is?” she asked, touching the wall with her hand. It was grainy and rough, almost as though it was made from the sand, rather than the sand being made from it.

“Some sort of cliff? Can’t say I can think of any cliffs this smooth, though...”
“Maybe a wall of some sort?”
“Let’s follow it and find out!”

Chumi reached into his bag, and pulled out a lantern. A quick spark, and warm red light shone from it, lighting the deep, dark forest.
The creek abandoned, they followed the sandstone cliffs edge. The map, bound to her own perception, simply marked the structure as the forest’s edge, calling it Jaded Wall. The cliff was as unnaturally straight as it was smooth.

Barrier Cliffs

An hour of following it through the forest later, and they encountered what looked like the walls’ natural counterpart. A tall cliff, whose very presence caused for there to be no neighboring trees to obscure the sunlight. So tall, in fact, that they couldn’t actually see the top of it. What they could see, however, was something shiny, blue, and slightly sparkly. Piper’s heart started to race in excitement at the sight- That couldn’t be what she thought it was, could it? It was hard to tell, the sun was hiding behind the cliff itself.

“Chumi, are those gems up there...”
“I think they are. Can you cut me a spot for the ladder?”
A few measurements later, and she gouged out a hole near where the glimmering rocks were. Chumi threw up a rope, tipped with a strong hook, with many little rungs to the sides. When it landed within the hole she cut and found purchase, he gave it a few tugs, and offered her the rope. Piper began climbing.

Just as she thought! The glimmering gemstones in the deep green sandstone were none other than perfect, raw, un-used orbs! Deposits of them were very rare, and highly sought after. Just the amount she could see from here would leave them rich and wealthy beyond anything they’d ever had before.

“They’re orbs! I’m gonna cut some out! Be ready to catch them!” She called out to Chumi, who fiddled with his bag for a moment, then pulled out a large net. While Orbs couldn’t be broken until they were enchanted and then exhausted, it wouldn’t do for them to fly all over the place.
The net was spread out on the ground, so Piper pulled out her wand once more, and started blasting the gems out of the sandstone. It was really fortunate that the stone was so weak.

Before long, there was a massive hole in the side of the cliff, and still hundreds of clusters of the little fist-sized gems. She’d really hit the motherlode! Her arms were getting tired from holding on to the rope ladder, though, so it was about time to climb down.

The net below was absolutely stuffed with orbs- They’d never be able to take this many with them, even with magic on their side. Even then, you could only compress orbs within other orbs so many times before the spells started to become unstable. A rush of water later, and the sandy slush that had come down with the orbs was cleaned away. Chumi got to work magically compressing some of the loot, and Piper sat down, watching him work. Chumi really was quite the masterful enchanter, with a few tricks, he could compress a whole second layer before compression instability started to become an issue. As it was, despite his prowess, they could only take sixteen of them, not including the orbs used to store the others.

They both looked at the compression orb once he was done, watching the tiny ones below its translucent surface spin.

“Even if we just took this one home, we could afford to live comfortably for the rest of our lives,” Chumi said.

“Yeah, but...” Piper frowned.

“We’d never be hungry or anything, we could even open our own business,” Chumi reasoned.

“We won’t go down in history that way,” Piper said, with a sort of finality to it that didn’t actually close the topic.

“Right, we’d have to really take home a lot of these if we were to make history,” Chumi agreed.

“How would we, though? There’s no way we can carry that many, you know the rules about carrying around more than one top-level compressed orb,” She said.

“I mean, if we got a cart, maybe...” Chumi proposed.

“What would pull it? This forest’s far too thick for a centaur to make its way through, even if we’d brought one,” Piper shook her head.

“We could pull it ourselves,” Chumi said, obviously joking. Obviously. Piper ignored it just in case.

“You know,” Piper said, thoughtfully, “they did do that thing over in Palimalou, where they found some strong, stupid Paliise, and got them to handle the agriculture. Saved them a lot of money, not having to ship workers over,”

“What are you proposing?” Chumi asked.

“I’m saying, if we were to find some... Whatever savages live around here, mystify them into thinking we’re gods or something, we could have an entire mining operation handling all these orbs for us, and we wouldn’t even need to do anything,” Piper said, somewhat pleased with herself for thinking of it.

“I mean, there’s no guarantee that they’d fall for it, though,” Chumi said.

“Well, yeah, but we can just have anyone smart enough to figure that out either elevated to a management position or executed as an example,” Piper said.

“Right, good idea. I think they did something similar in the Pali Pals Tomato Company, and they were very successful,” Chumi reinforced.

“Okay! That’s that settles it, then. We’ll leave the net here, give me a moment,” Piper pulled out the map, and touched the spot they were on, the only place not called Jade Something, with her wand. A little blue dot appeared there, marked Orb Mining Facility.

“We just need to find ourselves some savages, and we’ll be good to go,” Piper said. She also went over and released the grappling ladder from the cliff face, and handed it to Chumi. Chumi stored it, and the compressed orb as well. They looked around, trying not to forget anything, and decided there wasn’t anything they needed. They looked at the now-soaked cliff face, and followed it once more.
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Saaria remained silent and flew down to stand in front of Gerald. Fiery magic danced at her fingertips, and she gave them all a look that told them she wasn't going to back down. Her entire personality had flipped, she was just waiting to be tempted, and when provoked, she would not hold back. The fire in her throat and the magic in her soul stood ready to be accessed the moment these disgusting men tried to lay a hand on her new companion.

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Cia gave a sigh as she flew closer to the others. She looked towards Jolly Gutters. "You say that he is marked for death, yet he's already dead? What's the point of killing him if he's already dead?" Cia asked them landing on top of gerald now. "And what's the point of him being dead to begin with anyways?"

Cia wanted to know as much as she could of the situation. Maybe they wouldn't have to fight. Cia wasn't exactly the best fighter to begin with anyways, though she was sure that Saaria could handle this herself. "I would hate for you all to die without understanding the situation after all. Besides I can't make an informed decision to give him up unless you explain to me why." Cia said now sitting on top of Geralds head.

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An enormous green man, horns sprouting from his head and tusks the size of daggers, was charging through the forest, swinging his axe wildly and shouting obscenities in some unknown language. He resembled, loosely, what the people of Sorvir referred to as an Orc.

Brunhilde looked behind her as she 'ran', a look of complete confusion on her face. "Who the hell are you? Did I do something wrong? Stop following me."

The orc's hands were covered with tree sap, his hair was full of pinecones, and her questioning only enraged him further. He pushed himself as hard as he could to catch up to the human, and aimed his axe at her head.

Thump.

The orc's head hurt like hell, and it took him a few moments to realize he had run head first into a pine tree. His axe was lodged firmly in the wood, sap running down the grip. He shook his head to try to clear out the shock of running into several tons of solid wood, and heard giggling above him.

Brunhilde was hovering several meters above him, looking at the dazed orc, and trying desperately to hold in her laughter. She plucked a pinecone from the tree and tossed it at his head, and burst into even louder laughter. The orc got up and yanked his axe out of the tree, being pelted with pinecones all the while, and tried to pull her out of the air. Brunhilde dashed off into the distance, returning to the ground, and the orc gave chase once again.
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Jolly Gutters, Gerald Pithers



Gutters stretched out his hands and grew an inquisitive look on his face. "Don't you know... the Continent's Curse?" He asked, sounding genuine this time.

"These lands of the lost? Ye forlorn, forgotten... fragments of history? Any of it?" He asked, "You two must be... very detached, from the rest of us..."

That crooked smile etched itself on Gutters' face again as he continued, "Any foreigners... who bear the mark of the Vigils... they're a threat to everyone they meet. You, us... they try to leave, and we may just... disappear..." He drew a long, rusting, serrated knife from within his coat, and held it forward.

"Maybe the dead man's smart enough not to leave, but... we Cleaver-Men don't take chances..."

He stepped forward, and several of his men followed. "Now hand him over..." He said, "So we can grind him into dust..."

Gerald backed away further. "IF, EH, OITHAH YOU RICHARDS CAN VACATE US FROM THIS EMCOUNTAH..." He said motioning towards Cia on his head and Saaria in front of him, "WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED..."

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Vent sat alone in the small tavern room he had paid for with Anne. It barely had what one would call a bed and the bed itself smelled more of piss and rot than the bathroom did. Luckily, Vent had brought a bedroll and blanket to use whenever he slept outside and could provide something to keep the both of them away from the objects in the room themselves. It was yet to be night but both Anne and Vent were tiring from their hard days. After Anne had finished her song, Vent talked to her about what it was like growing up back in Cordal. He spoke of the trees which turned a beautiful orange and whistled in the cool winds which blew down from the mountains. All Anne had to speak of was her life before Rockvale, traveling through many cities along the coast with those few merchants who were willing to tag her along.

At one point in the conversation, Vent pulled a inkwell, notebook, and quill from the small satchel he kept attached to his right hip and started taking notes of the locations Anne spoke about. ”What is that you are doing there Vent? Anne asked as she looked at the notebook. She had never had the time to learn how to read nor write and felt nervous now that she was around someone who could do both. Vent kept on writing in his notebook and didn’t stop to answer the question until he tore out a page and folded it over once. He slid the folded paper over to Anne and waited until she picked it up and opened.

”What you see on that paper is the alphabet of the Common tongue. Since I am here until Callie finds her people, I guess I can teach you in your spare time how to read and write. If you are willing to come with me, then we shall study the letter and words each day and you’ll practice writing. If you don’t want to come with me, then learn how to read and write on your own.” Vent said as Anne stared at the paper in obvious confusion. Rather than sitting around for her answer, Vent got up from the table of the tavern and went up to the room he had payed for to clean off the smell of sweat and blood off him. Vent’s contemplation was interrupted by the piercing screaming which came from the tavern below. In a moment of foolhardy rushing, Vent forgot to grab his sword and gloves as he ran to find the source.

Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Vent was granted the scene of blood pooling from the body of an old man whose stomach had obviously been pierced by a sword and the glimpse of Anne being dragged out of the Tavern, most likely unconscious. Vent rushed to meet the men dragging and was greeted by nearly fifteen men whose lust for blood was obvious and their skill in battle just as blatant as the blood which dripped from the blade of one of the bandits who was carrying Anne. Upon seeing Vent, the men readied themselves and circle around him. Many of them were wary for any trick the kid might have up his sleeve but, upon noticing his lack of weapon, dropped their guards and quickly pinned him to the ground, arms bent tightly behind his back.

”Ah, so ye be the young warrior who so bested two members of my crew who were deep in their drink. Ye must be quite the warrior. That, or they twas far too drunk to even handle a wimp like you. I twouldn’t even sell ya to my most hated o’ patrons. But, I like your spunk mate. I’ll give you a choice in the matter her since I need some hands to replace the fools who you beat earlier! You kill this girl her for her trespass on my territory and join me or you die with her. What’s yer decision boy?” said a man wear clothes of much finer and less rotten quality than the others of the bandits surrounding him. It was obvious just by looking at his manner that the man was the leader of the bandits but Vent showed no fear to the man. In an act of pure hatred, Vent spit right at the man as his answer.

The man, which everybody who lived in Rockvale knew as Barrow, grew incredibly still and, in an act of derision, kicked Vent right in the ribs. An incredible spike of pain stabbed Vent as he felt the rib break from the force of the kick. ”I’ll give ya one more chance simply ‘cause I like your spunk, kill her or die with her!” Barrow said as he forced his boot tip right into the same area where he had kicked. Vent squirmed about but was held tightly by the rest of the bandits. The young man’s eyes teared up as the pain lasted longer and time felt as if it was slowing.

”Go… fuck… yourself!” Vent stated through clenched teeth. He knew what he had to do and hated that he had to disobey his Father’s orders but another life was on the line. In a few short seconds, Vent had taken several breaths and once again felt the time slowing to a crawl. He focused hard on his palms as his Father had taught him. A sharp whistle was issued from Vent’s clenched teeth and a red blur plunged from the sky and towards the men holding Vent. Several of the men swung an arm out to keep the bird from pecking at their face. The distraction had worked as intended and Vent could feel the energy finish gathering in his arms. In a single push upward, Vent released all the energy out of his hands creating a cone of pure, physical force up and out.

Many of the men were knocked away several feet while those who were unlucky ended up crashing against the tavern wall. Vent stood up on shaky legs and looked towards Barrow who was standing up after being thrown back as well. He couldn’t fight all of them with his fists alone but he was willing to take out as many people as he could before they got him down. His Father had taught him how to focus physical energy into his hits and through the air to make his hand-to-hand combat skills above average but it required a lot of energy to even perform the previous move. Vent would need help from whoever was willing to survive this fight.

(For reference to Barrow, look at Red Banners in my Characters section.)
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Cia looked at Saaria and then back at Jolly Gutters. She gave a sigh as she floated off of Geralds head. "I'm sorry but I can't just let you take him for personal reasons." Cia said not wanting to give up her own intentions. She hoped that none of this men knew that she was the princess of Sweetmeat County, though many natives tried to stay away from Sweetmeat County due to a few rumors going around about them eating people.

"Saaria, I hope you can fly Gerald out of here. If you can't then run, I'll be right behind you." Cia said taking the lead in the group. She couldn't risk Saaria making this worse. Cia took a deep breath as she floated up then raised a hand the air. Sparkling dust started to form in her tiny hand. Before long she shot it the ground away from the group. A small field of sweet treats appeared behind them. She then lifted her hand into the air, again sparkling purple dust gathered this time. The dust shot from her hand each going right at all of the cleaver men. "Sweet Tooth!" Cia yelled out. This purple dust would make each of them have an almost uncontrollable desire to eat something sweet, this meant they would all head for the small field of treats that Cia had just made.

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Saaria grabbed Gerald by the ribcage and threw him high up into the air. She then flew up to meet him, shooting all of her internalized fire straight at the leader. She caught Gerald as he fell, her hand hooked around a rib as she dragged him across the air, deeper into the forest, eventually crashing into a tree. She rolled out on the ground beside Gerald, and laughed.
"Ees thees what the world is, Reechard?" She asked Gerald, suddenly back to her awe filled stage.

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Some time after the chase began, Brunhilde came across a heavily trodden path leading back towards the coast - a sure sign of a town nearby. The orc, having had to have run with his feet and legs, was out of breath, and collapsed into a heap of annoyance, anger, defeat, and pinecones.

She checked her journal scroll, and re-read the entries she had made for the day. Shipwrecked, expedition team killed, stalked by orc, no food... No food? Annoyedly, she scrawled in blood red ink on the To-Do List in the margin of the parchment - "Go to town, get supplies. Town on road towards coast."

The sun was high in the sky. Midday. It was midnight when the camp was attacked, according to the journal. A long time to travel without stopping. It took her a few moments to realize that the entry stating her camp had been attacked meant that the only people she knew had been killed, and panic began to set in. She absolutely had to find someone who knew their way around - if she didn't, her expedition would never end, and she would likely be stuck wandering for a very, very long time.

She checked her journal again, and realized that finding a town would, indeed, be a very good idea, and thanked her past self for the instruction. The wind was calm, and the air composition tasted... Odd. Too much oxygen, and... Xenon? Argon? She couldn't remember which of the gases identified at her university it was, as the feeling was very similar between them. Despite the odd makeup of the air, it was perfect for wind magic, and she focused on the feeling of the air, burning into it a desire to move towards the coast. A gale kicked up and she was flung down the highway at a breakneck pace.

Along the way, a traveler leading a mule-drawn cart had much of his cargo blown out by the winds, and shouted after her, though she couldn't hear a thing.

Suddenly, a cliff appeared, and she flew over the road's guard rail before she could stop herself. The town was right in front of her - a small port city built around a massive rock formation - and she reversed the winds carrying her, bringing her to a halt just before one of the entrances. A small sailboat nearby was flipped over by the sudden force, dumping the occupant and a few small crates into the ocean. A crudely carved sign nearby labeled the place as "Rockvale."

She checked her journal again, and saw that she had apparently been on her way to a coastal town, and she realized she had reached her intended destination, then listed her arrival in her journal. Perhaps the best place to get something to eat would be a tavern. She set off down the road into town, completely oblivious to the residents' foul appearances.

There was an incredible racket coming from a certain tavern, and her curiosity got the better of her. She opened the door.

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Theresa turned her attention towards Ben as he waved her over. Seemed in the short time she was in that shanty little bar, he'd already gone and collected a fair number of things. Memory didn't tell her that he had any considerable amount of money but. She made a note not to ask about it.

She walked over and stood before the saurian. "There you are." She said, thinking up what to say next. Telling him about what the old man from before had said seemed most appropriate. But maybe not here, in the midst of town.

"We... need to talk about something. Let's-"

She was interrupted by the ruckus taking place at the nearby tavern, around the corner. The duo both turned their heads, hearing the sound of forceful impacts and men reacting to them. Both all too familiar sounds.

"The hell was that?" She asked Ben, indirectly.

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Gutters backed away from the blast of fire Saaria had left him, just barely catching his feet, but spitting flames at those nearby who quickly padded themselves down.

The Cleaver-Men shook their heads as the purple dust enveloped them. Some of them sneezed, or coughed. A good number of them closest to the patch of sweets turned towards it, and began to stumble in its direction.

Gutters merely wiped his nose, shaking off the effect. He turned towards his men as they stumbled and called out, "Hey!"

They didn't listen, and continued towards the sweets.

"HEY."

Again, no response. Gutters grit his teeth as he reached into his coat pocket, and out came an old, little bell. He raised it into the air and rung it feverishly. The Cleaver-Men all immediately stopped, many of them keeling over. The same veins full of the black fluid on Gutters' body quickly appeared on all of theirs. Eyes became more swollen, teeth clenched tighter. Many began to vomit onto the ground, leaving puddles of inky tar, full of writhing chunks of what seemed to be... worms. Centipedes.

Gutters himself reeled back a bit, but managed to keep himself from vomiting. After a few moments, the Cleaver-Men all turned their attention back towards Gutters, who in turned looked up at Cia.

And he smiled.

And he laughed.

And others began to laugh a bit as well, while the rest of them were still flexing their jaws, picking bits of bugs out of their mouths. Gutters stymied his laughter a bit as he put the bell away, turning and beginning to walk further from the scene.

"W҉è h͜͏un̶̢t̕͢.͞"

The two words sounded from his mouth in a breathy, sinister tone. As though they were smoke escaping between his teeth.

The Cleaver-Men followed Gutters out of the ruined town, all of them forgetting Cia was even there.

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Gerald paused for a moment as he processed everything that had just occurred. "WELL..." He said in reply to Saaria, "SUPPOSE IT'S WHAT THIS ONE'S LOIKE, ANYWAY."

He got back up on his bony feet, and Saaria stood up in turn. "ALSO SUPPOSE INEBRIATION'S NO LONGAH ON ME LIST A... POSSIBLE FESTIVITIES... NOT VERY 'APPY 'BOUT THAT EITHAH..."

A moment of silence passed between them.

"AH, WELL." Gerald said, suddenly perking right back up, "NAH SENSE DREADIN' A MOINAH INCONVENIENCE. OI DUN NEED THE DRINK TEH 'AVE A GOOD TOIME. BUT THIS EHHH, 'MARK' THEM DOGGISH BRIGANDS MENTIONED..." He felt the mark on his skull curiously. "DUN SEEM TAH BE DOIN' ME ANY FAVAHS. MAYHAPS WE FIT THE GOAL A SEEIN' IT REMOVED ON AH ETHEREAL AGENDA. WE CAN GET A HEAD STAHT TOWAHDS THE NEAREST EHHH, CIVILOIZED COMMUNITY, ASK 'BOUT HOW TAH GO 'BOUT THAT. OI'M SURE FAIRY-RICHARD CAN CATCH UP TO US SOMEHOW."

Gerald turned away and began wandering through the forest once again.

"AND YOU'RE RICHARD, NOT ME." He called out, "OI'M GERALD, YA SILLY JUNGLE BEAST."

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Waterfall Clearing
Following the cliff face had been a good move. As they continued alongside it, the trees slowly grew thinner, the gravel less gravelly, and the cloudy sky could occasionally be seen overhead. Eventually, the team reached another source of water, this time a great, roaring waterfall, which fell into a large pond. The pond didn’t drain anywhere, which was a little weird.

More importantly, around the pond was a good deal of space clear of trees, brambles, or any other such nasty things. In fact, the raw dirt, after spending so long with the strange green gravel, actually looked a little bit unnatural. The sun, so far as they could tell by the darkening sky, was setting. It was time to set up camp.

Piper, of course, had no interest in actually helping with that. Chumi had all the camping supplies, anyway, and there was a great, wonderful, beautiful waterfall pool right in front of her! She had barely taken her boots off, before she leapt into the clear waters. Her hat nearly fell off, but it quickly grabbed her jaw before it could.

Beneath the surface of the water, the water was... Deep. Really deep. So deep that despite being right next to the shore, she couldn’t actually see the bottom. Small, oddly shaped fish swam past her without a care in the world, as though young witches popping into the water and creating a great cloud of hair behind them were a perfectly normal occurrence. One of the fish, some sort of weird carp with a mane of silly bubbly tentacles gracefully floating behind its fins, swam in front of her, inspected her, and swam downwards.

Piper, curious as to just what was at the bottom started to follow, but stopped when she realized she didn’t remember to bring anything to provide light. Instead, she contented herself with watching all the exotic, unnamed fish that swam around, doing their own business. The waterfall, when viewed from underwater, was really very pretty. It was as though there was a constant stream of bubbles, which, when viewed upside-down, looked like a sort of magical, underwater fire on the surface.

She closed her eyes, and smiled. It really was wonderful, being underwater, when you didn’t have to worry about coming up for breath. She did, however, still have to come up to eat. She opened her eyes, and swam back to the surface. That silly carp was back again, watching her with almost sad eyes as she left. She blew it a little kiss, as though to say that she’d be back later.

One quick drying spell later, and she was warm, and facing a moderately annoyed Chumi. He didn’t say anything, but she could tell he didn’t appreciate the way she left him to do all the setting-up of camp. She’d change his mind, though. She pulled her hat off and reached within, pulling out all of the ingredients and cookware necessary to make a small meal of fried vegetables.

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“Hey, Piper, do you remember any warding spells or anything?”
“No, you know I’m awful at those. Why?”
“There’s something... Odd, intensely magical and disturbingly bored, in the forest nearby. I think it’s watching us, and I don’t know what it is,”
“Something’s watching us? Since when? Where is it?”
“I’m not sure. I started to sense something odd nearby while we were following the cliff after we ran into that really big, ugly tree. Don’t look, but I think it’s in the forest on the far side of the clearing,”
“Don’t look? Why? I want to know what’s creeping on me, if something’s creeping on me!”
“I can’t detect any sort of malevolence from it, so it’s not hunting us, and it’s concealing itself very well. I don’t want to startle it, it might attack if we do,”
“How strong is it?”
“Strong enough that if it were a person with that glow, I’d be making getaway plans,”
“Geez. It’s not a person, though, is it?”
“No, definitely not a person. I can’t even comprehend that thing’s emotions, aside from an overwhelmingly intense boredom. It might not use its magic for anything but good, like a unicorn or something,”
“Maybe it’s a magical cat or something,”
“Not a cat, either. It doesn’t want to ask us any riddles,”
“I wonder what it is, then,”
“Me too,”
“You have a getaway orb ready, right?”
“You bet I do. This one’s configured for the orb pile we left behind, I made it there,”
“I hope I don’t have to leave my skillet behind. I left it outside to cool off,”
“Me too, those vegetables were good,”
“I’m gonna try to sleep now, let me know if the bored monster is gonna cut our heads off or anything,”
“Goodnight, Piper,”
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Coastal Vigils



An hour of question came about as to what action should be taken against the two mages that had entered the Continent, and already pilfered some of its treasures. Not yet did these two pose a threat to the lives of any native inhabitants, but the chances of that changing were terribly great given their intentions.

A cautious command filled the air, audible only to the Vigils. Find the mages, and mark them. If they left immediately, then they would endanger little. If they stayed, then they would be dealt with in time.

Two Vigils answered the command. And they made for their charges' encampment with haste.

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Cia


Cia watched in disgust as the Cleaver men started to vomit what looked like bugs. "And they called Saaria and me disgusting." Cia said in turn. She was a bit more afraid of these men. And if they were going after Gerald then there would be some problems. She wasn't even sure if the guards within Sweetmeat County could handle them without a few casualties.

Cia flew off after that towards Gerald and Saaria finding them after a bit of luck. That and Gerald's screaming made them fairly easy to find. Cia flew towards them landing on one of Saaria's horns this time. "I think a hat may do you best for now actually." Cia said looking at the spot on Geralds head. "Let me try something." Cia said raising her hand the air again as red dust swirled around it. She then threw it at Gerald's head. If this spell succeeded then Gerald would have a wig on his head made of licorice.

"Saaria do you have any idea of where to go? I'm afraid I don't actually know where to go at this point." Cia said turning towards Saaria this time with the question. Cia was a very sheltered girl and therefore didn't actually know much about the land outside of Sweetmeat County.

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