Time: Morning
Location: River Port-Inn
Interactions: Rue @Potter
Equipment: 1 hunting knife, a flask of alcohol, a backpack, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs; skaula (8 grams) and zemak (a bit less than an ounce), rolling papers, and 191 amas.

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“A fluffy hat? I don’t know I think Moony might be rather upset if you turned him into a hat.” Bowyn joked back, ruffling Moony’s ears a bit to show he didn’t mean it. He was more than ready to leave the inn; it was probably going to be one of the first places anyone looking for humans would check and he certainly didn’t want to be here if dark elves or demons decided to show up. He made sure to crave his belongings before they left the inn, feeling much more comfortable carrying all of his stuff than leaving it behind anywhere.

Once his backpack was returned to his wingless back Bowyn was ready to leave. Finding the food stalls was easy, their smells all permeated the air and after using magic to help protect a bunch of ungrateful elves he was hungrier than he’d been before breakfast. “So, what do you want to eat?” Bowyn asked Rue. He remembered Arn had said she should eat something, and intended to make sure she got food first.

"Yes, I suppose it would only be proper to introduce myself to our guides." Aiko smiled at the kids, tail swaying gently. The General definitely rubbed them the wrong way, but it was time to let that go. Good dreams follow a peaceful mind. They looked up at the figure floating above. The younger of the two, no doubt. Carefree and young, if only things could stay that way.

"My name is Aiko." They glared a bit, hearing 'terrestirial' used. "I see the general has... given you his pride. Be careful with that, words can also be a weapon. You're like to take someone's eye out, if you're not."

For all the dreams of flying, these people have been given such a gift. To squander it with pride like this, and hold it over others' heads, was criminal. Oh well, children.

As they started toward the markets, Aiko turned to Xavier, "you've got a sword, haven't you? Looking for something with more reach, maybe? Or more defense?"

An odds and ends store. Old things seemed to sometimes have the 'space' within them to absorb magic. They could act as channels. With the right trinket, maybe they could help Xavier get a hold of their magic. A skilled artisan could make something with enough care to achieve the same effect, perhaps, but old things were best. Thrift shops were such a lovely thing. A nice amulet or pendant would do. A ring or bangle, perhaps? Or even just a little nick-nack. They'd be able to tell if it was good enough once they touched it.

This male form was becoming tiring...

Time: Late Morning
Location: Myriamor Plaza- Summer Harvest Festival to the Blacksmith
Interactions: Leaf @Helo, Aurora @Mole, Caelan @Alivefalling, Sophie @princess
Mentions:

Equipment: [+]

Pocket watch
Black stetson
Hat and Cowl
Black Duster Outfit
Repeating Crossbow
12 Iron Bolts
Champ (Oak Horse)
One-horse open sleigh
Hunting knife
Rope
Saddlebag
Black neckerchief
Tinder box
Canteen
Matches
Two Gold nuggets
$40
Black swim trunks

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So they were set and the plan was decided. Folk wanted him dead, and he was in the company of people he didn’t quite know or fully trust. It was just another day for the outlaw. At least they made for good company and two of them were easy on the eyes.

After drying off and securing Champ, who was just as ready to get a move on as the others, the group headed toward the blacksmith. On the way, Leaf posed a question about everyone’s combat experience. Slick would be a liar if he claimed he wasn’t interested in what each person in the group was capable of. Don’t look like much though. Slick might have made a sour face from the thought, but Leaf’s shadowboxing brought a pleasant smile to his face.

“We got ourselves two champs, I see!” Slick chuckled. “As far as my own experience, same here ‘cept the ‘couple’ part. I’ve been shot at, stabbed at, beat to hell and I’ve done all the same to others. The only thing I haven’t done is die.” Slick’s voice was calm, almost as if he was talking about anything else. “I tell you what. If these demons can die, I’m sure I’ll find a way to kill ‘em.” Slick assured confidently as he parked Champ as the others approached the entrance to the Blacksmith shop run by the female light elf who had assisted in helping him figure out the worth of different types of amas. The same elf he sold a false tale about being stricken with color-blindness to. A tale that had slipped his mind entirely.

“Welcome!” The elven woman greeted.

“We sure are! My friends here wanted to take a look at the place where my beauty of a crossbow came from!” Slick grinned as he entered the shop last and leaned on the counter. “Psst… What’s the uh deal on referrals. I mean, there are one, two, three, four folk that are just itchin’ to buy ‘cause I said this place the best of the best. In quality… and service.”

Moonlight had given Bowyn a look that said “really?” while nudging his hand to let him know he appreciated the headpats. He stared at him and tried to smile, although it only showed off his teeth. It was his attempt to connect with Bowyn without the zoolinguilism. Meanwhile, Rue glanced around the stalls, her face lighting up. She had never seen such a beautiful array of food and clothing stalls. She tapped her chin in deep concentration and then noticed a bakery stall. Her eyes widened when she noticed the delicious looking honey toasts and excitedly ran over to it, forgetting her comrades for a brief moment. Rue quickly took out a few amas as she prepared to pay for the items, then glanced back with guilt. Rue excitedly gestured to the food stall with the honey toast while nearly bouncing up and down.

The stall owner, a female forest fairy, watched with raised eyebrows, but accepted the moment in return for amas. ”Bowyn! Honey toast!” She paid for the food after buying four of them for the road. Her expression melted into bliss as she gobbled up the honey toast and opened her eyes to look at Bowyn. ”I … I can’t resist.” Rue giggled, although the honey was all over her mouth. She began to wipe her mouth with a napkin while Moony stared at her with concern.

”You are by far, the most childish person I have ever met and would be easily poisoned.”

”Shush it!” She turned to the wolf with a giggle and rubbed his ears again in which he returned a big sigh.

Xavier listened to Aiko and noticed the glare. He sighed and shook his head. Glaring at the general’s kids would not win them any more favors. Even he knew the danger they were in. When the word ‘terrestrial’ came up, Xavier furrowed his brow. What… What did that mean? He glanced at the outfits and picked the male outfit #103. Xavier then glanced at Aiko and nodded in agreement. ”I don’t think I need another one right now. I also think I’ll buy the outfit for Yuka.” While it was not his style or something he’d normally buy, he felt her owed the feline for her help and guidance. Once he paid for the items he turned to the other two. ”Shall we meet up with the others now?” He was anxious to find Koldar/Orias, Yuka, and Augie.

Inventory: A rogue-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.

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Ismael sighed in relief as it seemed Shae lifted herself and Raven up to begin to follow them. As Ismael stood he loosened his jaw and his grip on his gear and shifted it to better hold it. Ismael was worried, he was ready, he was always ready, but it never meant he was not worried, or afraid, but death never cared for that. And today was a rude awakening for many, to Ismael, it was a reminder.

Ismael fought, killed, and watched countless die at either his hands or another's. Friends were there and were gone, enemies rose and fell, and even himself, he was invited into Death's home. Yet he was still here, his breath was still there, his heart still beated there in his chest, and his fear was still there in his mind. Yet he was still there, his breath was shaky but then calmed calm, his heartbeat rose for but a moment then fell into pace, as once they moved Ismael was calm, like he never was worried.

As they walked Kharne began speaking, wondering what he did before he was brought here. Ismael let out a bit of a chuckle as now of all times would be when he got to speak of himself, "Me? Oh, I was in the millitary for some time. After risking my life by throwing myself onto an explosion to save those around me and living, I was sent back and became a civilian again. After that I joined a Weapons Dealer Merchant as a Mercenary. There I travelled the world, protecting someone who sold War like it was a commodity. I lived like that for a good few years before I showed up here". Ismael tried to keep things vague enough so as they walked, if anyone listened in it would sound like the wild boasting of a Demihuman trying to show up someone bigger than him.

Time: Morning
Location:Avian City
Interactions: @FunnyGuy Augus IV @Helo Orias
Equipment: Dress and thigh-high socks(Slits on the inner sides of the sleeves), Black boots, Pouch with amas, Lipstick, Mysterious bag of fun drugs


Yuka turned to Orias as she let go of the rest of the rope, dropping it all to the floor. "Beats me!"She seemed disillusioned with it already. She then glanced down at the Augus IV. "Hanging people is always fun, but I have claws to slit their throats, which is even more fun because of all the blood everywhere." She explained happily. A dreamy, far-look look overtook her eyes for just a moment as she imagined it, then she shook her head.

"I don't actually need anything right now. I got everything I need. So you can go make your purchase and then I'm ready to go when you are Prince Orchid."

"Terrestrial?" Aiko drew a slow breath and sighed heavily as they then turned to the shop keep. They held a couple of peacock fans, placing them on the counter along with 60 amas. "This city is such a beautiful place, it's a shame everyone seems to look down on us. It's so hard to bring myself to shop in a place like this, when I feel so unwelcomed. You'll let this cover the difference, won't you?" He reached out and touched the hand off the shop keep when the opportunity presented itself, shooting him up with pheromones. Just say yes, damnit.

Aiko would hand one of the fans over to Xavier, smiling softly. "This might help you with channeling your magic. We'll have to try it out later. Probably... Not inside the city. Maybe if they've got training grounds."

The night has set over Avalia. Nocturnal creatures around the continent have woken up, filling the land with various calls and noises. Larger cities have opened their clubs and other questionable businesses. The time is currently 8 pm. Those who enjoy clubs or other night activities: the time is now to get yourself out there and find what the nightlife brings to you!

Time: Night
Location: Desert
Interactions: @baraquiel Jomari, @13org Nuallán

As the two were traveling across the desert sand, an ambush was being prepared by six members of the bandit group that was responsible for kidnapping the princesses. The goal was to keep the pursuers from reaching their primary bed down location. They had been assigned to scout as it was expected that the princesses would be pursued.

“NOW!” The shout of the hyena demi-human lookout came out as more of a roar that sent the bandits springing into action before the two. The scorpion demi-human burst through the sand in front of them, pointing his lance towards the elf before him. “You ain’t goin’ anywhere bud.” His voice was coarse and cold.

Four torches lit around the elf and human as the six bandits surrounded them.

“You missed, you blind fool!” A monkey demi-human chastised.

“It’s better ta let’em know theyze gonna die. Let’s the fear kick in Shah, you’re too hasty.” The crocodile demi-human retorted to the monkey.

“Let me crush them, I wanna hear those bones snap.” The rhino demi-human added.

“We’re paid to kill, not talk!” Not wasting any more time, the ibis demi-human lunged forth with her polearm to strike Jomari down.

Nuallán could feel nothing but hatred and anger as the bandits appeared. Truth be told, Nuallán couldn't be sure they were the part of the same group who had taken his mistress and he honestly, didn't care. The fact that they were standing in his way, preventing him to rescue Lady Rosaria, was enough for him.

A quick analysis of the enemies he would be facing shown that the most dangerous ones were clearly the scorpion and the rhino. One due to his sheer size and mass and the other due to his exoskeleton, stinger and it's capability to move way better through the sand than Nuallán could. Although those disadvantages could definitely be dealt with if Jomari used his ability. To make things even worse, he still had to worry about the other bandits and not only they were outnumbered, but the position they were right now, being completely surrounded, wasn't a good one.

"I won't force you to fight, but if you want to ensure your own safety, I need backup. Be careful with the scorpion though. He is well adapted to the desert." Nuallán said in a low tone.

"Do not expect mercy or kindness." Nuallán said with a piercing, cold gaze as he slowly gave a few steps forward, putting his blade under his arm and adjusted his gloves.

"Fortunately for you, I don't have time to make your deaths nearly as painful as I would like to, so let's finish this quickly." Nuallán finished as he held his sword again, pointing it towards the scorpion demi-human, which was the closest to him and armed with a lance.

Time:Night
Location:River Port
Interactions:@Alivefalling Alaia @FunnyGuy Vrexen/Astra @13org Myra
Equipment: Crossbow, outfit, Backpack with hygienic supplies, two daggers, flask, skinning knife, trapping wire, rope, small cooking pot, transmission bracelet, water purifier, disguise ring.


The lights of port town had been visible from even afar as the small ship had made its way down the canal. Once it had docked, Maeryn had stepped off and began to take in the sights before them. The smell of food and the sounds of laughter hit the four of them rapidly. Beings of all kind of species were running up the well-lit boardwalk, giggling and playing about. Many of the children had strange mallets and hats on. His eyes narrowed judgmentally for a moment before he turned to his companions, "We should find somewhere to eat and listen to conversations. If humans are here, I have a feeling we'll hear about it." He paused for a moment, thoughtfully observing Astra, then Vrexen, and Myra. An image surfaced in his head of Vrexen entering a bar and the guests running out screaming.

"No... No this will not do." Maeryn tsked under his breath, shaking his head. He then untangled his backpack from himself and rummaged through it, kneeling down on the ground to do so. He rose up with a ring in his grasp,"But first, I am thinking you three might need some of these. I am certain dark elves like us are none too welcome right now and certainly not demons." His face contorted as he became perplexed. Will they even fit them? They might have to be custom made... Or perhaps they have sizes for larger demihumans and orcs.

An orc passed them, overhearing his words and chuckled to himself. "Nobody likes you."He rumbled to them as he passed.

Maeryn visibly scowled at the orc's back as he walked away. He sighed and looked at Astra. "Do you have any disguise rings for them by any chance? Otherwise we are going to have to buy them.Fast."