"I-it's too cold out," Phina mutters to herself, rubbing her arms in discomfort. The faint glow around her grew fainter, her body reacting negatively to the cold. Why was she like this? She should be fine in cold weather! She was better than this!

Nonetheless, she could feel her energy draining. Maybe it was the lack of food she had lately; her immense body heat required an extremely high calorie diet. Her body slightly slumped as she walked, going from just fine to ready to pass out in just mere moments. This was not okay. She was fine. . . She was fine. . .

With that thought, she drops to one knee. "I am fine. . ." she instantly mutters.

Natsuki

"Are you really? Or do you just hope so"?

Natsuki squinted at the kneeling lady, inspecting the faint and dimming aura. She'd never seen something like that so didn't even know where to start with the girl.

"I know some medical spells if you require aid"? Natsuki offered her help to the downed female.

As Seraphina dropped to a knee and straight out lied to the two following her, Harvey rushed and took off his cloak wrapping the white haired girl in it. He didn't know what was wrong but started doing his best to tend to her. He turned to the small enchantress and spoke in a slightly worried voice.

"Yes, that's the building... Can you run ahead and open the door for me? The key is under a small rock to the left of the door."

He turned back to his sickly looking friend.

"Are you alright to walk to the forge and rest? I can carry you if you are to wary to continue..."

He was concerned for her well being, he was always like this. Kind to strangers and new people and putting their well being over his.

Natsuki

Natsuki walked to the shop worried, and unlocked the door for them to enter.

Natsuki wished she could be more assistance, but she was still fairly inexperienced with magical aid. It required not only discernment of the issue, but the knowledge to counter said issue in balance with the body's capacity for recovery. She couldn't simply will someone to heal with her magic, she needed to convince the body to do so more quickly with the aid of her magic.

Natsuki watched the two, in her eyes, new friends. Hopefully once they got inside out of the cold she'd feel better.

"I'm fine. Just go ahead without me."

Phina felt strangely... Cold. She had never felt so cold before. Her face was even paler than usual. "I AM better than this..."

She promptly collapses, her arms barely able to hold herself up. All she felt at the moment was anger and shame. SHE WAS BETTER THAN THIS! How is some cold weather ruining her this much? She was fine. . . She was strong...

"I-I'll catch up. Just go head on inside..."

"I'm fine. Just go ahead without me."

Phina felt strangely... Cold. She had never felt so cold before. Her face was even paler than usual. "I AM better than this..."

She promptly collapses, her arms barely able to hold herself up. All she felt at the moment was anger and shame. SHE WAS BETTER THAN THIS! How is some cold weather ruining her this much? She was fine. . . She was strong...

"I-I'll catch up. Just go head on inside..."

Natsuki

Natsuki squatted down next to phina and set a hand on her shoulder, sharing with her the warmth from her hearth spell. She hoped the warmth would envigorate the seemingly naturally hot running girl. Imagining the cold probably wouldn't be doing anyone any good, least of all someone potentially cold blooded.

"Are you okay miss? I think you should come inside with us".

Natsuki gave a concerned yet adorable smile to phina, hoping she'd perk up.

"I'm fine!" Phina did the opposite of perk of, looking almost like she would throw up. "I'm just a little cold. . . Don't mind me."

Her head finally hits the ground, eyes shut tight. Her body was in shivers, and her former glow about her was now completely gone. In all of her life, she never felt so helpless. Imagine what the other two thought of her now, laying on the ground, completely incapacitated by a mere cold. They'd bring her inside, and then make her leave when she felt better.

Buzdrem drank down his beer and mentally prepared himself for what was to follow. Despite her obvious good looks and her sharp wit he knew her game, which really was a shame. A younger Buzdrem may have played. But the experienced Buzdrem didn't have time for games and thought that the young seductress may be of use to him yet. He noticed, despite acting very badly to look drunk, that Ashana seemed slightly on edge. Perhaps it was the man with the black powder weapon because she seemed mistrusting of him. Buzdrem shared her feeling of anxiety around what he thought was a Yazarian bounty hunter an so decided now was the time.
"M'lady Ashana," he said politely as he gently took her soft hand in his rough leathery hand.
"Would you care to join my upstairs in my room?" he asked trying to feign a smile. He was honest to a fault but hoped that Ashana mistook this for him being drunk.

Aw crud she passed out! Harvey thought to himself. He placed his arms around her tight and lifted her up slowly. He whispered to his passed out friend.

"Stay quite if you want me to carry you in." Harvey waited a second then grabbed her bridal style and looked to the now open forge.

"Enchantress, I never caught your name... But do me a favor... Again. When we get in there, open a bag of coals and place them in the forge. We need to heat her up."

Harvey made a bee line to the door carrying the past out pyromancer. He knew enough medical to attempt to help, he thinks.

Natsuki

Natsuki went inside ahead of the smithy and the girl, figuring she best help warm her up as asked. Once inside she immidiatly began searching for a bag of coal, eventually finding a bag of it sitting in the corner. Natsuki tapped the butt of her staff off the floor and the bag started to levitate. Focusing on her task she briskly walked the bag over to the furnace and dumped it in.

Natsuki took a minute to enchant the coal, making it catch easier and burn longer. She then took a Flint and steel from each of her sleeves and striked then together over the coal. When she did so the coals that we're struck by the sparks caught flame and quickly spread over the remaining amount. Natsuki put away her flint and steel from wence they came, then looked to the smithy and collapsed girl.

"You think it's because she's to cold"? Natsuki asked curiously.

"I'm fine..." she mutters under her breath, any but conscious at this point.

Even in such a messed up state, her body was warm to the touch. To a normal person, she probably felt like she was running a fever, however she was incredibly below her average body heat.

(given that she is kind of out cold, I don't have much to add)

(relocated due to error)

He slammed the door shut behind him and sat her in a chair by the forge, his deerskin cloak around Seraphina. He threw off his outer shirt revealing his muscular arms, covered in healed burns and minor scarring from cuts. He looked around quickly and found the pump for the bellows and grabbed it tightly. He knew he had to heat the place up quickly and started pumping the bellows with all his might. The fire growing rather quickly.

"I hope this works! Stay with us Seraphina!"

Natsuki

Natsuki walked over to the nearest unoccupied chair and took a seat, unsure how to proceed. She'd started the fire as asked and didn't want to go snooping around the man's building without his permission. She tilted the chair on it's back two legs while she sat. She was only moderately bored, the fact a woman potentially sat dying in a chair next to the heat kept it from being to dull. Eventually she started to think the girl needed to be thrown into the fire, but she doubted that would help any. A giggle escaped Natsuki's mouth at the thought. Which embarrassed her and caused her to hide her face behind her sleeves for a moment.

"Quit yelling already. . ." Phina's voice was soft, but at least there was a voice.

"I'm not dying. I went into a. . . Hibernation of sorts."

She slowly leaned her head up, looking and feeling incredibly groggy. To think that a mere chill wind had bested her...

Her hand instinctively went to the side of her head, but in her tired state she caused a massive spark to fly when it made contact. She didn't even notice, too busy trying to get rid of the massive headache that came with such hibernation stunts.

Buzdrem drank down his beer and mentally prepared himself for what was to follow. Despite her obvious good looks and her sharp wit he knew her game, which really was a shame. A younger Buzdrem may have played. But the experienced Buzdrem didn't have time for games and thought that the young seductress may be of use to him yet. He noticed, despite acting very badly to look drunk, that Ashana seemed slightly on edge. Perhaps it was the man with the black powder weapon because she seemed mistrusting of him. Buzdrem shared her feeling of anxiety around what he thought was a Yazarian bounty hunter an so decided now was the time.
"M'lady Ashana," he said politely as he gently took her soft hand in his rough leathery hand.
"Would you care to join my upstairs in my room?" he asked trying to feign a smile. He was honest to a fault but hoped that Ashana mistook this for him being drunk.

The dwarf was straightforward, she'll give him that, but even Ashana knew Buz was trying to play her as she played him. He wasn't drunk, not quite. It would take an entire meadery for this oafish prey to be piss drunk and oblivious to the spider in his midst. Even so, the anticipation was gnawing at her. She had him finally. Now it was time to move, but so soon? Yes, soon, before the hunter got any funny ideas.

Feeling his caloused palm grace her fair skin once kissed by the sun, a slight glow of fuschia emmitted from her pale cheeks. "Oh my~" Ashana purred, her lips curling into quite the pleasant and alluring smile. "You can't bear to wait any longer can you, Buz my dearest?
Yes, why don't we go to your room now? I'm just dying to see what you're hiding beneath that armor, you brawny beast you~"

She stood from the bar, taking his hand in hers and leading him across the room to the stairs. Her hips swayed beneath her dress in such a hypnotic fashion. It must have been quite the show to him. He too was probably imagining what awaited him beneath that dress. Oh...more than he ever dreamed of course. Twas a shame though it would be the last sight ol' Buz laid eyes upon, not that Ashana had made up her mind to kill him entirely, just in case he decided to pull anything.

Climbing the stairs, she waited for him to show her to his room. Again, the cold assurance she felt of the dagger's sheath gracing her bare thigh, a slight chill creeping up her leg. Oh...this was better than a night of rough lovemaking to her though, the thrill of those last few monents, those last few, tense moments...before she struck.

Natsuki

While Natsuki waited for the smithy she cracked her book and searched for anything in regards to enchantments for cannons. While she was confident that given time she could make one to her liking she thought it better to search for something already created by former masters. She flicked through page after page in the enchantments section, giving each a brief skim and moving on when it was obviously not what she was looking for. Eventually she found a couple promising enchantments, however they looked like they were simple enchantments meant to do away with reloading the cannon and procurement of shot. She was not disappointed as that was incredibly useful. However she was expecting something a bit more extravagant. Such as the cannon being able to move itself, or shrink and grow in size. Natsuki would have to do any other enchantments on her own, via trial and error.

Natsuki HATED trial and error. her hair always gets attacked by sparks or something equally devastating.

A young man enters town, looking around to whatever this town might bring him, he walks around. After gaining the awareness that there is a smithy around, he makes his way over.

Clad in his half-plate and with a maul on his back he enters the smithy. Not taking any awareness of any others in there he slowly approaches the smith. After a short conversation about pricing and needs he puts down a small sachel and his maul. Then he smiles, takes out a journal and sits down and starts writing in it.

After he is done, he looks around, and he does notice a younger girl reading a book. He decides to approach her and says: "Hey there, interesting book you are reading there" Then he stands there and waits hopefully on a an answer

@EldarionI @Flightless_Soul @Avali @NewShoesForever

Saga practically kicked down the door as he burst back into the tavern, eyes scanning around the tables. Apparently, the musket-man was having a drink with an awkward-looking girl. Also, it looked like the spider had finally gotten the dwarf into her poison webs. Like he cared. He needed his blade. Also, he was still half-drunk.

“Alright, who the fuck’s got my sword!”

On your right, Saga.

His eyes darted furiously to a pathetic-looking man who was at the overturned table, pitifully scrabbling to lift the heavy blade. Saga wasted no time, and began to stomp over to the ragged thing.

Saga, don’t do it–

Too late. In a split second, Saga hit the man with a furious gauntleted hook, knocking out teeth, blood, and the would-be thief’s consciousness. A few shocked gasps arose from the patrons, some yelling at him to get out. Others, however, kept on drinking and laughing. One of them however, a huge man a head taller than Saga, got up from his seat, cracking his knuckles.

Oh great, now look what you’ve started.

Like he can hurt me.

Saga sheathed his sword, unfazed by the monster of a man, most likely a former soldier himself.

“Tin man!” He yelled mockingly, drawing a few laughs. “You come in here and threaten everyone like yer high-born asses do, and after we think we’re safe from yer shenanigans, you come back in and punch Grik’s lights out! Don’t think we’ll just roll over like yer dogs!”

“Like you can hurt me, flabby ass. Hold on, I can just barely tell the difference between you and those whales on the docks!”

That one hurt. The big man’s face reddened, and using the last of his pride, he leaned in close. Saga could smell the stale musk of cheap ale, and see the beads of sweat dotting the man’s face. His voice lowered to a snarl.

“You forget something, Tin Man. Almost every one of us boys in here’s a merc. Battle hardened. We’ve seen city after city fall under our boot. We’ll tear that armor right off you, High-born. And maybe, we’ll take that sword for a prize.”

Saga, you’ve got to calm down, now.

“Many have tried, big guy. All of them have failed. Elves, Dwarves, Orcs, Lizardfolk, Giants; None of them could do it. In all of the Five Great Campaigns of Vangard, my armor and sword survived when the others fell. What, in the name of Titania, do you think you can do to ME!”

He yelled that last part, making sure that everyone in the tavern could hear it, even the two upstairs, if they weren’t making too much noise already.

Oh, now you've done it.

@twannyman

Natsuki

Natsuki looked up from her book startled, her eyes widened. "Ohh hi I.. I'm.. uh.. hi". Natsuki's words trail off as shes distracted by the half-elfs handsome face. She stared at him for a few seconds, eventually breaking away with a reddened face. Oh no I didn't just stare did i? Natsuki thought to herself as she closed her book.

"Its my personal Tome." Natsuki looked back at the half-elf, face still partially red. W-when did you come in? I didn't even notice I was so focused on my studies.