@ONL@Sam12435

@Delta44: (Spencer's currently on hold as I've not heard from you. Please give me some information about what's going on and if you will continue to take part of this RP )

@ONL@Sam12435: The situation at the alley's pretty much unchanged except the fact the guards had finished gathering up the torn man and taken the coffin towards the garrison. Still there was a pretty decent number of guards at the location left. Almost a little bit too much actually. If Guthrie or Vamon thought about it, they'd realize that even as being a border town with entrance to the unknown tunnels, there were a little bit too much soldiers in this place.

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Sala & Vala

The information given by the guard captain was not something too surprising, but the witches never expected a member of the church to openly use forbidden arts such as these ones. The situation was escalating faster than Sala and Vala suspected. Good thing they left the core settlements when they did, even without having killed the man who tried to rape them, they'd have been dragged into the conflict. Either by fleeing to Astaras to escape the church or being caught by the church and put to whatever they can think up.

“You will have all of those. Come, let's head to the garrison, I will provide you all with your needed supplies and from there you can go to the entrance to the tunnels.” The captain stated with a smile. After all the garrison was built to be near the tunnels for easier protection and to stop rampaging monsters who may by chance stumble from the unexplored regions.

“We do not require much...” The witches chimed in, quickly following after the warrior woman.” All we need is maybe some herbs, also sewing kit or two.” They added, realizing that out there in the wild, they'd need those. Clothing falling apart from wear and tear was pretty much guaranteed so they'd be very lucky of they could have those.

“I understand. I will send for my men to gather the needed supplies when we arrive at the garrison.” Nevan stated with a smile to the witches. In her eyes Sala and Vala were simply two good girls, girls who didn't deserve their fate.

“Don't be so surprised about this, master Vamon.” The captain suddenly addressed the alchemist with a title worthy of the vocation he followed.” As a former head captain of Belizarius also, I've confirmed the rumors that the high brass of the church aren't really... decent... at all. I've evidence suggesting that at least 2 arch bishops are vampires, not to mention the whole other series of dangerous info I've uncovered in my days there. Why do you think I've been demoted all the way to Shezze?” She asked with a smirk.

Sala and Vala were rather pale in their faces, remembering the days of being chained and serving like slaves in the temples of Belizarius. They weren't talking much right now, instead holding each other's hands, wishing they could venture out in the darkness and never return to this place.

“Creature with red eyes?” Nevan asked, looking at Guthrie.” I did encounter such being a while back. If you are hunting it be... careful. It managed to escape me and very few can do that. I have all the info I have on it written down in my journals. I will bring you the one with the info on that creature later.” She added.

“Wise decision, master Alchemist. Despite everything the Church's rather dangerous opponent, better not draw needles ire if you plan to return in the future.” Nevan said with a smile.

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Where others might have seen beauty in the young woman, Spencer saw only danger. Her eyes were drawn to the blades in which she had fastened to her back, a clear display of her ability to wield such weapons. Though Spencer knew she likely seemed like a frightened child in the woman's eyes, all she could think of was that she was a threat, that she needed to get away. The danger was simply too great; if one priest knew who she was, then likely more would be coming. Who wasn't to say this was merely in disguise? Such things weren't exactly beyond the doings of the Church, as Spencer knew very well...

She struggled against the young woman, trying to pry herself from her grip. Her eyes gleamed with an almost rabid need to escape, and her heart rate just wouldn't settle. Breathing rapid, mind numb, all she wanted -- no, needed in this moment -- was to get away from Shezze, as well as everybody in it. She'd assess if she'd been compromised later - for now, she need to run.

"Get away from me!" Cried the young vampire as she tried to push, so she could escape in the opposite direction. "Let go! I want to leave! I want to leave!" Tears filled the girl's opal eyes, streaming down her face like a beacon of pain, of fear. If she couldn't get to the Square quick enough, she might be stopped by others, perhaps even officials! She couldn't go back now! But her supplies had all been left back there! She just didn't know what to do!

"I don't know you, so leave me alone!"

Vamon

“Thank you” Vamon added as the woman offered to go to the garrison. He found it interesting that he would be going back there so soon, it was an odd feeling to remember just how much had happened in a single day. He funds the mentions of vampires rather interesting though. He hadn’t met a vampire during his travels, but he had always been interested in the idea of them. He had heard all the stories but hoped one day to speak with one about their ‘affliction’ face to face. But the idea of them serving in the church was… odd. It seemed such an affront to the church that it was almost comical. It made him more mad than amused, but he could see the irony in the situation. He let out a sigh before he spoke.

“It seems things were in a far worse state then I imagined. I guess we got out at the right time then” He said in a jovial but tired tone. He couldn’t help but feel a little disparaged as all his suspicious as a young man were confirmed. His thoughts turned to his father for a moment. It pained him to think that his own father might be among those corrupted by power, but it could very well be the case. He thought for a moment whether it would be good to ask her, to ask if he was among her information, but decided to leave it be.

“Well it looks like you have a rather interesting beast in your sights, Guthrie” Vamon said, trying to not zone out in thought again. “Once we find out more I might be able to compare with my own notes. Perhaps I have read of it somewhere.” He felt it only natural to show interest in his companion’s goals. Not to mention a beast strong enough to simply evade an encounter from the head guard was nothing to scoff at. Something that strong would make an interesting specimen if they were to eventually find it. He glanced back to the Capitan and smiled, though it was hidden by his mask.

“Yes, I do plan to return eventually. Perhaps even to Belizarius one day, if things eventually change” He said with a hopeful tone. He really did miss the city, but he mostly missed his family. His mother, and even after all he had been through, he still missed his father. After all, he owed his life to his father in more ways than one. Their next meeting seemed so far off, but he couldn’t help looking forward to it with anticipation and anxiety.

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Vampires? Guthrie questioned himself silently as the small group of people made their way to what he presumed was the garrison. Vampires, unholy creatures of the night, turned against their will - or willingly, some people were pervertedly convinced - into an abomination of darkness and evil. At least that was what Guthrie thought, it was all he had ever known of vampire. He had encountered such a being once, down in the tunnels just outside Belizarius, though not fought it...him. It seemed, in some wicked and mad way, that the vampire had wished to converse with Guthrie, though his...its eyes spoke of a different intention. Guthrie had run away, and thanked something greater than him that he was alive.

"Perhaps, Vamon. Perhaps, though I'm suprised if anyone else than me and our Captain here knows much about this creature. Long story short, the last and only person who could identify it was a drunkard, though I believe him. But please, any help is deeply appreciated. Perhaps I'll hunt down another snake for you to tinker with, you seemed eager at my last catch." Guthrie said to Vamon, a friendly smile and tone in his voice meant for the man Guthrie had some initial respect for. While he normally didn't give much attention to men of knowledge, Vamon proved himself to know more than books and the like. He then turned towards the Twins, the friendly smile and tone still sincerely meant for them too.

"Good thinking, Sala and Vala. I would suggest some clothing more suited for the tunnels. Something more sturdy and less...revealing. Though repairs will certainly be needed, the time between us finding the cloth or leather to patch our clothes will be far and wide."

@Delta44: “Calm down, little one...” The woman's voice would reach Spencer's ears. The voice would be so very calming almost to a strange unnatural degree, same with the arms that held the vampire. It was almost like a tender embrace, Spencer could feel a gentle warmth from it. It was obviously not normal, but it was effective non the less, she could feel her fear & panic slowly melting away, naturally suspicion remained as was her ability to think more rationally returning.

“Why are you so scared? Did someone hurt you?” The woman asked once more, smiling.” My name Is Zara, what's yours?”

@ONL@Sam12435: The group's walk towards the guards barracks passes without any big events, the place seems a lot more active than when Vamon visited it earlier though. Men are running back and fourth, equipping armors and sharpening swords and spears. The guard captain leads them inside.

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Sala & Vala

The witches tilted their heads and looked at each other, evaluating their clothing because of Guthrie's words. Then they looked at him and Vamon, nodding to themselves in realization.” Yes... you are right.” They replied with smiles. The witches wore long shirts with cloaks and the knee length skirts plus tall leather boots. “ We should change to pants instead of the skirts. Skirts won't be good in the wilderness.” They stated, throwing looks at the guard captain.

“No need to even ask, I will provide you those.” Nevan replied as she led them into what appeared to be a study room of sorts into the barracks. It was located in the second floor of the barracks, was lit by a number of oil lamps and had one of the walls be a huge library shelf. Nevan pulled one of the leather bound books from it and tossed it to Guthrie.” Here's everything I know about the thing you chase. Including the wounds I gave it... you can be sure those will hinder if for long time to come.” She said with a certain self proud smile. Afterwards she smiled and turned to the rest.” You can stay her for a little while I prepare the things you'd need.” She heading towards the door to leave the study.” Feel free to browse any of the books if you so chose.” Nevan added and left the room.

“She's... nice.” Sala and Vala said with smiles, looking at the door as if the captain was still there. They knew of this woman and it was very sad she wouldn't join them in the quest to venture into the wild.

“Do any of you two carry a tool or way to provide light for extended periods out there?” Sala suddenly asked, while Vala was busy reading through a book which title was – Tunnels and the dangers beyond. " Because out there we probably won't be able to resupply torches or oils for lanterns all the time. We may be able to scavange some oil from creatures if we are lucky, but torches won't be of too grand of use. We have potions that glow for pretty long times so we won't be without any source of light for a good while... but still" They then said in unison once more.

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'Breathe, Ira, breathe...'

Spencer's hyperventilation appeared to be bordering on the extremes one moment. The next she looked as though she was about to fall asleep! She couldn't quite piece it together -- perhaps it was magic or something -- but Spencer began to feel the effects of her delirium wear away, as though she'd entered a world of peace and tranquility. Despite her mind's protests for caution, the calmness was simply intoxicating; in an incredibly short amount of time, she'd found herself at the mercy of a total stranger! Not that she was overly concerned at the moment...

"Mmmmmh... Mother..." Whispered the young vampire, apparently in some kind of pleasant daydream as she finally embraced the woman. "Zara... That name... is veeeeeeeery preeeeeeeeeetty...!"

One could almost mistake her as being high on mushrooms...

"Mmmmmmhmhmhmmm~! My name is Spencerrrrrr...~! Haaaaaaaaaah..." Clearly her mind had gone off in the wrong direction. Perhaps Zara's enchanting calmness had too great an effect? Regardless, it'd made Spencer calm once more, something which could sometimes take weeks to do! Though the girl was smart, she had a limited ability to keep focused, after all. "Zaaaaaaaara Zarazarazarazara Zaaaaaaaaaraaaaaaaaaaa...~! You feel so squishy~! Heeeeeehehehe! I wish I felt squishy...~!"

Definitely high on shrooms. Or whatever Zara had done, either way.

Vamon

Vamon found himself getting quite distracted as they made their way into the study of the barracks. It had been a long time since he last encountered a collection quite like this. From the location, a large amount of them could well be journals or records from the barracks, but there seemed to be more than a few books that interested him. But he hid his excitement as he listened to Nevan speak. After a moment, she gave them permission to browse the books. A proposition that Vamon immediately jumped at.

“Thank you for your hospitality” He said, reaching out for a book that had caught his eye. The back cover seemed old, so he couldn’t be sure what it was about from a distance. “Yes, if she were anyone else I might be a little suspicious of her kindness” Vamon said with a bit of a chuckle. He found a seat and opened the book, noting that the book contained some information on plants in the local area. He wasn’t much of an herbalist, but they could come in handy from time to time. Vamon glanced up though as the girls asked about light.

“I have some potions that allow sight in dark” Vamon said, closing the book for a moment and placed it next to him. “They only last for a few hours each though, so they won’t be of much help” He thought for a moment about a solution. It wasn’t a problem he had come across yet, as he had always been moving with a caravan. They usually stocked up on oil, but going from town to town was an easy journey to plan for. Their journey however could last for weeks, and stocking that much oil would be impossible. He reached into his bag for a moment and pulled out his book, flicking through it in search for a solution. He stumbled upon his notes about the sun shards and felt himself chuckle a little. If only they had something like that, their problems would be solved. Despite all the work he had put into the idea, synthesising the shards was still a far-off dream at this point. He kept flicking through until he stumbled upon a recipe from the books first owner. It involved using the blood of glowing worms to produce a potion that caused your skin to produce a faint glow.

“I have had this book for years, and I still find weird stuff like this” He said, a little discouraged. Despite the interesting nature of the potion, it wouldn’t serve their cause too well. He closed his journal with a sigh. “I could work at producing some light potions though, it’s not a recipe that I am familiar with but I will certainly try” He wasn’t sure if he would be able to get them to a point where they would be useful, but with some experimentation it could be possible.

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Guthrie catched the book Nevan threw at him with surprisingly ease, his arm - and whole body for that matter - standing just as relaxed as his arm stretched out in the air to catch it. His hand gripped it firmly as it landed in his hand with a low thud. His face also seemed to be as firm as his hand was, his brows curled down into a stern look, and his smile now gone. Guthrie held the book out in front of him, his eyes looking over its leather bound surface and open pages that lay in front of him. A quiet sigh escaped from his lips.

He couldn't read it. He didn't know how.

With Nevan out of the room, Guthrie skimmed through the pages in a quick fashion, looking for anything in it that actually could help him. More specifically, pictures. But to his great dismay, only finely written words had been written into the book. "Damn the gods..." Guthrie muttered, closing the book with a loud clap and just about to put it back where Nevan had found it. The voices of Sala, Vala and Vamon however made his min realize what the twins had asked about. "I usually make good old torches from a lot of what I find out in the caves. Spider webs, plants and mushrooms, animal fat...sometimes my hair or Theo's."

@Delta44: “Oookey... calm down a little, Spencer. How should I call you for short?” Zara stated as the child seemed to start acting weird. She was glad the child was calmer now, her panic attack over with, but this was a little bit... She could hear the child talk like she was high on mushrooms, hug and cuddle like that also.” I think I may have overdone it a little this time.” She added with a smile, kind of happy about it actually. She had a feeling such pleasant experience as the child seemed to have right now, was probably rare in her life. She was going to let her savor it.

“One day, Spencer, one day.” She finally stated about the 'being squishy' comment. She had already figured out the secret of Spencer's condition. A child vampire was a rare thing for obvious reasons. Even by old vampire rules she knew, siring a child was VERY grave crime. Mostly because it was simply condemning the child to eternal curse far worst of that of adult vampires. A child vampire would never completely mature even mentally, the body will be stuck in the young form, never to grow up, they held less blood in their body in general since their capacity was lower... So much negatives. With one hand she unbuckled the sword sheaths that were strapped to her back and attached them to the belt on her waist.

Now she let go of Spencer, crouched and turned her back towards the clearly intoxicated at this point child. Yeah... she overdid it.” Come on, hop on my back.” She said,moving her hair by her shoulder so it's not going to be covering her back when the child jumps on.

@ONL@Sam12435: At the barracks, the study was now quite lively considering for the first time in years there were other people there beside a lone guard captain. Most soldiers weren't one for studying or reading, so this made the usually deadly quiet room, seem almost homey. The captain had yet to return, but by the commotion going on outside, it was clear the place was preparing for the war Nevan had mentioned.

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Sala & Vala

“She's... someone who would be great companion.” The witches said to Vamon's statement about her kindness. Nevan had the fame of very loyal and righteous person. She put Belizarius on the track of justice and lawfulness instead of superstition and corruption, for that she received the nobles and church's hate thus ending here.

“Such potions might be useful though...” Sala stated, also now looking through the book's titles along with her sister.” In case emitted light cannot be used, those potions of yours could safe our lives! There are many creatures out there who we may be able to avoid if there was no light and we could see in the dark!” The other twin added while she was reading through one of the journals of the captain. It was mostly records of expenses, accidents or anything that went in town really. Whatever be stated, the woman had incredible handwriting and all was written in a simple to read and understand manner.

“Maybe once we go on our way... for now we should focus on getting as far away as fast away.” The twins replied to the alchemist.” Our potions are mostly herbal in nature. Rare herbs were used, but we can make a few more if the need requires them. Better save those for in case these ones are broken or expire though.” They explained with smiles.

“Torches... are fine. Yes!” Sala and Vala smiled at Guthrie, tilting their heads since he closed the book without reading it. Did he already read it...? They somehow doubted it.” Fire will be precious resource and the more we get of it the better!” They nodded, before Vala pointed at the journal.” Do you need help with it? We can... read through it for you, if you wish?”

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"You can caaaaaaaall me Spence~! Spencey~! Hehehehe!" Spencer, for now, wasn't experiencing any severe symptoms from her intoxication, thankfully. She appeared to be drunk on happiness and a carefree attitude - something which she could not always afford. Gently rocking back and forth as Zara pulled away, she seemed to zone out as the woman before her adjusted her sheathes from her back to her waist. Seemingly accidentally the young vampire fell forwards, crash landing into Zara's back, though thankfully without too much force. She nuzzles into the more mature woman's neck.

"Zaaaaaaaraaaaaaaa...~? You have nice long h-hair! Iz so pwetty...~!" Spoke Spencer as she was carried, her grip on the younger woman being a somewhat indecent one. "Hue hue hue... Squiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish...~ Squuuuuuuuuuish...~!"

For Zara, this might be a long and painful journey.

For Spencer? It was like a dream.

"Piggy-back~! Piggy piggy!"

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"No, no no. I'm fine, thank you. I...I'll take a look later; got more important tasks at hand right now."

Guthrie had not expected Vala - or whichever twin it was - to actually ask him about the book, which caught him off-guard. His reaction was to give her a stern look and a sharp tone as he spoke to her, only to stuff the journal quickly into his satchel and turn around. Guthrie began to pace around, as if looking for something else inside the study, though he could feel the twins and Vamon look at him.

"I'll be outside, need to look after Theo. Let me know when everything is ready for our journey." Guthrie said in a quick and avoiding way, before walking outside again. He...he hadn't wanted to act like he had just done, dismissive and aggressive, like a dog feeling threatened. But he had shown weakness, which he wouldn't show for her new companions. If he was showing weakness, who else would be their leader? Out there, down there in the darkness?

Guthrie came outside of the barracks, largely ignored or let past by the milita as their had more important issues on hand with preparing for war. Theo, his canine friend sat outside, panting joyfully as he saw his master walk up to him, scratching his head as Guthrie sat down beside him. "...at least you don't judge me...helps that you can't read either."

Vamon

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Vamon felt at ease as he heard his companions discussing light. It felt oddly calming to be planning a journey before attempting it. He opened his journal again for a moment and flipped to a blank page. He began writing the details of their experience and began a rough sketch of the creature they had fought. He made sure to write in large letters “Doesn’t like fire”. The world was often unexpected so he made sure to keep a note of any potential danger. But he was caught off guard by one of his companions. He had been listening, but it hadn’t occurred to him what had happened. He watched as the man left the room, unsure what to say.

“Seems as though a chord was struck…” Vamon said, in an attempt to break the silence. He never did deal with these situations well, but tension was to be expected in a new group like this. No one knew each other properly, so it was natural to step on each other’s toes a little. “I’m sure he just needs a little air” Vamon said in a reassuring tone. But he wasn’t sure what could have set him off though, they were just talking about the journal. “Well at least we are fairly well prepared. Can’t say I have been this confident about a journey in a while.” He smiled, trying to lighten the mood with the girls. Since they were alone, he saw a small opportunity to speak with the girls.

“I was surprised to hear you were both from Belizarius though. I don’t often meet anyone else from there. To find three people in one day, the world is a smaller place than one would think” He said with a light-hearted tone. He might be digging his own grave by pretending not to know, but he didn’t want to let them know about his history just yet. That said, he felt that if he could make a connection to them it would be significantly easier to talk. That said, he did feel a little worried about Guthrie. He didn’t know the man too well, but he didn’t seem like the type to stay mad though.

@Delta44@ONL: This was going to be a rather strange walk for Zara. This vampire child was groping for things that weren't exactly made for this. Granted not like she could get angry at her, considering she was the one who threw her into this condition. Also the woman wasn't exactly unused to this kind of... actions from others so she didn't mind it as much. Besides the child seemed to be having so much fun doing it, might as well let her be calm and not move as much by letting her do as she pleases for the moment.

“Thank you, Spencey, I put great care into my hair.” Zara admitted with a smile as she was carrying the child vampire around the village somewhere.” I also like yours, though it could use a big brushing up and styling. Want me to do your hair later?” She asked with a smile, noticing they were already near the barracks.” Hey Spencey, I have things to do at the barracks for a little while, need to deliver a message there, you won't mind we go there for a little while, right? I will give you something tasty later as a reward for being so good.” Zara stated as they were nearing the gates of the Barracks only to see someone outside. Someone who had a big hound by the looks of it.

“Hey, do you know where I can find the guard captain of this place?” Zara asked Guthrie when they were close enough. She did take the time to study the dog more though. Dogs were rare and this one was so big and adorable.

@Sam12435: Situation at the study remains largely unchanged. Inside it's calm, but out by the corridor commotion could be heard as people still run up and down, doing inventory checks, getting into battle gear and so on.

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“We... shouldn't have butted in like that.” The witches stated after Guthrie had left, to Vamon's statement. They could vaguely guess what the nature of the problem was earlier by how the warrior looked at the journal. It wasn't unusual for people to not know how to read and write. The witches did only because most magic users at Astaras did and Astaras was pretty much inhabited only by magic users. It was only natural to learn as they needed to study the magic tomes. They regretted getting Guthrie angry though.” We should... apologize later.”

“There's room for improvement, but … this should do indeed. Well we live in caves... closed off cave system. It's not much of surprise though, since Belizarius exile or claim anyone who's not with them to be evil heretics and wenches working for the devils or something...” The witches stated with smiles as the door of the study opened and the captain returned, carrying a big box that was obviously quite heavy, but she seemed to carry it with little to no difficulty, guess all the plate armor carrying pays off.

“Here.” Nevan stated, placing the box on the ground nearby. A number of different things could be seen in it from clothes to differently sized flasks.” Clothes for you two, different oils for both alchemy, cooking and even medicine, provisions. My men left another box by the door on the outside that has filled waterskins. 2 for each of you, water will be an issue out there.” The captain was indeed a woman of her word. The witches didn't even wait for Vamon to turn around or get the chance to leave, they just took of their boots and skirts, quickly putting on the trousers and then the boots again.” I see you two are used to the adventuring lifestyle. Good you won't always have time for much modesty oute there.” Nevan smiled, suddenly noting something.” Where's your friend? I needed to give him something personally...”

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The break from the judging eyes of the Twins and Vamon didn't last long as a voice spoke to him outside of the barracks. He assumed it was him that the voice, one of a woman he could tell, was speaking to. He had seen her before he heard her, or more precise it was Theo who had seen her. Guthrie had seen Theo react to her approach by standing up on all four and staring at the woman. "She's in there somewhere, ask for Captain Nevan."

Guthrie patted Theo as he stood up himself, thanking his canine companion for being his alert eyes and ears. He knew that if something was lurking around them, and now the group, Theo would spot it. But his eyes was fixed on the woman now standing in front of him, and what she had on her back. No, not something; someone.

"Why is that girl on your back? What have you done to her? Is she hurt?" Guthrie recognized the girl immediatly, she was the one from the alley. She had broken off in a panicked run from what he could gather, seen as he didn't notice her escape. But now that he got a second look at the girl, he didn't see any pain in her face, nor any wounds or blood. She was...what, she was smiling? "...what's going on with her? Why's she so...happy?"

Vamon

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“It defiantly is an interesting place” Vamon said with a smirk as the door swung open. Vamon admired the captain’s strength, as well as her generosity as he inspected the goods. There was plenty here that he could put to good use. He looked up to thank the captain to see that his companions had already begun changing their clothes. He felt his cheeks redden a little as he glanced away, but the girls had donned their new clothes just as quickly.

“Yes, well that is a- a very good skill” Vamon said, still a little flustered. He liked to think of himself as more composed, but he never was very good with situations like these. That said, the girls didn’t seem bothered at all. He let out a quiet cough before turning to answer the captain’s question. “He went outside to get some air. I’ll fetch him for you” He said, quickly standing and making his way through the barracks. He let out a small sigh as he passed through the busy room. Weaving in between the soldiers, he quickly made his way out to the front of the barracks to see his companion standing with a woman who appeared to be carrying a child.

“Guthrie, there you are. The Capitan wanted to give…” He stopped for a moment as he took a better look at the woman. Or more specifically the woman that appeared to be riding her. It seemed to be Spencer, but something appeared to be a little off about her. It might be something about the way she was being piggybacked through town, or perhaps the fact that she seemed to be enjoying it far more than one would expect. Never the less, it was an odd sight to say the least.

“Well, Spencer, it’s- uh- good to see you again” He said with a small wave. He suddenly remembered his initial reason for coming out and turned his attention back to his companion. “Aah yes, the Captain mentioned she had something to present you with personally. I believe she is still in the study” He said, glancing up at his companion. He eventually glanced down at the hound near his feet. He slowly reached out a hand and petted the dog for just a moment. He always had liked animals, but found the idea of keeping one for himself too distracting. If he had to worry about feeding and taking care of a creature other than himself, it would cut too deeply into his study time.

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The grope-fest lasted all the way till the barracks, though aside from Spencer's gleeful disposition, it wasn't necessarily easy to tell by regular bystanders, not that there were too many out at this hour anyways. Spencer happily continued her perverted practice even during conversation, though her hands generally seemed to be playing with Zara's assets rather than doing anything sensual. "Mmmmmmmmmaaaaaaahhhh~! I think... that's a pretty good idea!" Responded the vampire merrily, taking just a gentle whiff of her scent, as though to creepily indicate what she was responding to. Zara's question about going to the barracks was completely overshadowed by the 'tasty treat' offer, which lead to a definite "Yes!" from Spencer.

For the most part Spencer remained motionless on Zara's back, save for the lazy groping, however as soon as she saw Vamon, it was as though Ira had jumped to life. "Vamon~!" She exclaimed, suddenly coming to life, almost entirely losing her drunken stupor.

Almost.

"How are you doing, Vammy~? Are you good... er, gooder? Gooooooooood! Yeah, goodie!" Seemed as though Spencer wasn't quite the same as before, if he hadn't already sussed that out...

@Delta44@ONL@Sam12435: “I see, thank you.” Zara replied to Guthrie with a smile, noting once more the big dog's alert condition. She loved dogs! Always wished for one when she was younger, but never had the chance. Finding one canine in the present day was extremely difficult and well she was never allowed to have a pet anyways. Any distractions from her training back then were not welcome.

“I haven't hurt her in any way!” Zara replied with slightly angry voice. She didn't like being 'blamed' for hurting children!” She was having a panic attack of sorts when I met her so I tried to calm her down... I've always had a relaxing effect on people.” She explained with a smile, knowing she was twisting words quite a bit here. Wasn't lying, but wasn't telling everything either.” Might have overdone it with her though, not to worry. She will be fine in half an hour or so.” The platinum haired woman explained as another man left the barracks. It seemed they knew the vampire child on her back also.

“Ohh, you all have met before?” Zara asked, with a smirk, noting that the Vamon also seemed to have picked up on the fact Spencer wasn't quite her usual panicky self either.” She's going to be fine in half an hour or so, don't worry.” She stated to the man as she started heading for the entrance of the barracks when the door flung open once more and 3 women walked out of there. Sala, Vala and the guard captain. Each were carrying quite a lot of luggage, especially the twins.

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Sala & Vala

The captain didn't really like waiting, considering the amount of work she had to do, so once Sala and Vala were done changing clothing, putting their parts of the luggage into their packs, the captain grabbed the box and they walked out of the study, before she grabbed another box and headed outside.

“Sadly I haven't the time to spend.” Nevan stated when they were outside, just moments after Vamon noticed Spencer.” Swordsman here's the general provisions for your group.” She stated and put the boxes on the ground next to Guthrie.” Also something from my personal collection. If you plan to hunt that thing, you will need this.” She stated and threw a long warped in cloth object. It had some weight to it and experienced person such as Guthrie would recognize it is a sword right away.” This one's edges are made from metals with purifying qualities... It will hurt that creature a lot. Use it sparingly besides that thing... The metals are easy to damage. It can take a few hits, but don't expect it to stand a swordfight without damages.” She stated.

“Then it's.. silver?” The witches asked in unison and the captain nodded to their statement.” Cursed beings, undead and creatures of incorporeal nature would be fought a whole lot easier than with just regular steel!” They stated and looked at Guthrie.” Better keep it wrapped in that bundle though, never know if it may attract things.”

“Excuse me, Captain Nevan.” Zara pulled the attention to herself when she called Nevan.” I carry a message for you.” She stated and reached to one of her pockets with great skill, without Spencer even sensing the movement of one of the hands that held her. When the object was thrown and the captain caught it, it would appear to be a small crystal that seemed to radiate darkness... or was it consuming light around itself like a reversed sunshard?” The order is awaiting your signal.” Zara stated without as much as change in her friendly happy voice.

“I see...” Nevan replied and looked at all the people who were currently gathered in the yard of the barracks.” Well, I will be returning to my duties now. I wish you all luck from now on.” The captain stated and returned back inside the building, leaving everyone outside to their own choices.

“So...” Sala stated and looked around.” Should we head towards the gate now?” Vala finished the statement as they were fixing each others' backpack. They wondered who the woman carrying Spencer was... also why Spencer was playing with the woman's bosom.

“The gate... You all are heading into the tunnels?” Zara asked, raising an eyebrow.

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"The captain...she what?" Guthrie replied back to Vamon as the duo became a trio. Well actualy a quartett when one counted Spencer into the group as well. The situation had just gotten odder. Guthrie wasn't entirely sure how to respond to either the woman carrying Spencer, nor to Vamon who suddenly came out. But he wasn't about to attack the woman for simply carrying Spencer to them. Who knew, maybe she 'just had that effect on' her?

Soon the quartett had turned into a...well, Guthrie wasn't sure what it was called by now, but it was big. Captain Nevan had apparently been looking for Guthrie, and he understood why once he saw what she was throwing to him. He grabbed the thing tucked in cloth with his hand, feeling the weight in his arm. A sword? Why?

"If this can kill it, I'll be very careful with it. And I'll return it back to you as soon as possible, I promise." Guthrie placed the sword on his back, tucked firmly between his backpack and other belongings so that it wouldn't fall off.

The conversation between Nevan and the strange woman began and ended quickly, leaving the group one person less as the Twins suggested their departure. Guthrie agreed, best not to wait any longer. They had a long trek before them, best to get as far as possible with what energy they had left. He began to pack the contents of the boxes into his backpack and other satchel when the stranger asked them a question.

"Yes, and as soon as possible. For different reasons, but good reasons. I have a creature to hunt, as you might have understand. What, are you surprised? If there's a war about to commence, I can't see any of us wishing to partake in it."

Vamon

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Vamon looked quite surprised as Spencer addressed him. She defiantly seemed… off. It almost seemed as though she had a fair few too many drinks at the tavern. She didn’t seem like that type of person, but granted Vamon had only met her once before.

“Uh- yes, I’m quite goodie- Good. I’m good, I’m fine” The whole situation had really caught him off guard, leaving him a little flustered. He thought for a moment about the situation. Was it possible that the woman had drugged Spencer? It didn’t seem likely, especially since she had come straight to the barracks with her.

“Ah, well that’s good to hear, I suppose.” He said, glancing at Spencer who seemed to be rather enjoying the situation. He decided to ask her exactly what was going on once she calmed down a little. He turned to see that the Captain and the twins had followed him out. He smiled a little as he glanced over the blade that she presented to Guthrie. He had seen some research in his book a while ago about the topic of silver, a small debate on whether its properties against creatures of undeath was alchemical or magical, and if one then was the property able to be reproduced. But that was one of the first entries in the book so it could very well be outdated information. Either way, having a silver blade in the party was near invaluable considering their journey. But something soon caught his eye as the woman threw it to the Captain. It was a crystal as black as the caves themselves that seemed to emanate an inky aura. For a moment Vamon was speechless, simply left wondering what the item could possibly be. Before he could say a work though, the Captain made her way back into the building, the crystal firmly in hand. He turned to the woman who had given the stone over and waited for Guthrie to address her.

“Yes, as much as I would like to stay behind to assist your fight, I don’t think I would be of much use in combat” He offered a shrug to the woman. “So as crazy as it might seem, we have decided to venture off on our own. But that aside, I was wondering… What exactly was that crystal you gave the Captain?” He knew that getting ready to go was a more pressing matter for the moment, but he couldn’t just ignore something like this. He had been so intensely interested in the sun shards for many years, so something like this peaked his interests rather intently. “I don’t mean to pry, but I have been rather interested in the study of crystals for some time and I don’t think I have seen one like that before.” His interest in the topic was apparent from his tone. Part of him thought that perhaps it was simply a common crystal that he was unaware of, a simple misunderstanding, but he knew it couldn’t be that simple. Or at least he hoped it was.

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"Waaaaaaaaah! I got a silver sword! Weheheheee!" As soon as Spencer had finished speaking a hand deftly drew the sword at her hip, raising the blade for all to see. The blade itself seemed to be made of steel with it's razor-like edges lined with deterring silver. Despite the short length of the blade, there was no doubt it would have quite some affect on the denizens of the dark. Haphazardly the blade wobbled in her hands, before it slipped and fell on her shoulder. Had her jacket not been there to protect her, the results may have been quite nasty.

Of course, due to Spencer's intoxication, this wasn't a concern. "Woopsie! Huehuehue... OK, I'm getting down now~!" At this, Spencer would attempt to get off of Zara's back, wiggling her feet like a child to get her way. Assuming she was able to do so, she would swiftly sheath her sword, wobbling slightly on her feet, though able to keep balanced. Mostly. As Zara asked about going into the tunnels, Ira-Anne finally seemed to get a grasp on what was going on.

"The... tunnels?" She asked with wide-eyed confusion. "But aren't they reeeeeeeeeeeeally spooky? Won't you all be spooked?"