Armor Deflection Channeling Gloves Ergen named Marble Padded Cloth Armor Memory Glass Teeth Cleanser Hair Cleanser Hair Softener Body Cleanser Armpit Fragrance Wayfinder Backpack 4 flasks 3 Medium Red Potions 4 Medium Blue Potions 3 Black Potions Elven Outfit 170
Unlike Isolde, Darius flinched some before chuckling at Dante.
“Really?!” He thought Dante’s antics were a bit much but when it came to training, however, Dante was always that way. He couldn’t say it didn’t keep things interesting or had him reminisce about how things used to be before Dante…
What happened? This question had plagued him ever since seeing Dante in Avalia. The fact that his brother was alive wasn’t even the weirdest part. Dante was actually from a time before his death, which closed the age gap between them a lot more. Darius didn’t like thinking about it as it opened an old wound for him, so with quickness, he snapped out of it. Instead of Dante, Darius chose to focus on the competition at hand.
“I couldn’t agree more with Isolde. We jump the fog beast and everyone will have exactly the points we need. Besides, everyone knows it would come down between me and Isolde for the win. Menzai never said you two sneaking off to knock boots in the woods was prohibited.” Darius shrugged with a grin as he stepped next to Isolde to show his alignment with her plan.
“So it's s actually happening this time?” Astra asked rhetorically as the group set out to do what they had originally planned in River Port. Human-hunting. It was a different group but Astra expected it to be somewhat the same consisting of humans, elves, and a few folks with a little too much hair led by a senior lamplight-bitch. At least that was Astra's observation of things.
Vrexen on the other hand saw this as his opportunity to not compare the night in River Port to now. If anything, he was driven in making it the contrary by any means necessary. If Vrexen's period of brooding taught him anything, it was that ideas kept in his mind were like well-laid ambushes.
As insignificant as it was, Avalia was slowly changing the savage demon into something else. Into something more suitable to this realm the more he spent time in it. Despite this, however, he was still quite… violent.
“This place we travel to is filled with those large civilized creatures… I am eager in testing them… Their skin against claw. Their bones against crushing blows. Their lives against my violence... Mother, please grant me the opportunity…” Vrexen spoke as he trudged along with the others in Myriamor with a large frapping cloak over his seemingly reptilian body.
“I'm sure she will. Violence is inevitable, right?” Astra played on Vrexen's one dimensional desire as she guided a camel she purchased at Sturdy Stables upon hearing Maeryn's update on the humans they had been tracking in the south. “I don't think anyone wants to travel in this heat,” Astra was speaking for herself, but she figured she could at least get the Daka Island natives to agree with her suggestion. Vrexen growled. “I can make it worth your while! I saw something in a stall you'll appreciate.” Vrexen growled once more but didn't argue. Astra had been annoying but Vrexen knew her to make wise choices since meeting her.
Whether he group chose to leave right away or stay a bit, they more than prepared to travel to Dumaghord to hunt their prey. It was Abertha after all…
Outfit Tent Rope Potions Great ax Desert Top Palm Warmers Dark Sight Glass Rings of Disguises Bow and quiver of arrows Enchanted Oasis Water x5 Quartar horse - Sugar Cleansers & hygiene products Swords x2, unbreakable and returning enchantments Location Senders - Connected to Annya, Mika, and her parents
Rosaria listened to Nuallán and sighed. Trying to place herself in the world had been tough. At times she felt superior to others, yet others she felt inferior. It was incredibly awkward for her to interact with Avalians at times. He was right, she knew, but she didn’t want to think of others as less than her. For her, being born into the royal family granted her special privileges and access to magic, learning and defense that others did not. For that, she was grateful, and knew it bolstered her amongst her peers. She remained silent so she didn’t interrupt him. However, she did notice his rigidity and sought to soothe him. She turned and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, letting him know it was all right before turning back around.
Unfortunately, Slick was feeling third wheeled and rightfully voiced his opinion. His words… took a different turn, and Rosaria nearly choked on air. He’d misunderstood what she had meant, but of course would have because he didn’t know Nuallán. Her cheeks flushed redder than the flames back at the camp. ”Oh my goodness, Slick that’s not - “ Rosaria protested, but he’d transitioned into a gallop. Sighing, the princess clicked her tongue and gave a quick squeeze of her calf and the horse quickly caught up. This time though, she didn’t reply, as her mind was racing too much with the last interaction.
They don’t call him Slick for nothing, that’s for sure…
Older: Ring of Disguise Multiple knives Lighter and some matches Backpack filled with brass knuckles TIME SKIP PURCHASES: Repeating Crossbow - Adamantine bolts (40) Sword & Whip - Aesthetic (200) & Unbreaking Enchantment on Whip New Outfit Quartar Horse - Coal Water purifier Teeth Cleanser Hair Cleanser Hair Softener Body Cleanser Armpit Fragrance Dark Sight Glasses Medium Red Potions x4 Medium Blue Potions x4
Aidan’s smile didn’t falter upon Dante’s “big reveal”. She had half expected him to pop out of the dirt like a daisy. She admired his skills, but his words made her roll her eyes. Fortunately, Menzai saved Dante from her snark as he began talking. Though she found it difficult to sit still and listen, she’d learned patience over the past four months. Some might call it discipline, but that word bugged her. His sharp gaze at her for her crude intro had caused her to grin with amusement.
The game, Menzai proposed, was finally something that sounded fun and intriguing. Once he finished explaining things, Isolde proposed they teamed up to fight the fog beast together. Months ago, she’d scoff at teamwork since hyper independence was her thing. Competition was fun to her and she always loved winning, even if she had to break some rules… or laws. However, Darius also made some excellent points, until he mentioned Dante her and running off together. This was enough to cause her to laugh mockingly at him. ”Oh, you and miss lightning would win, huh Want to put it to the test?” Her voice was teasing, yet there was a glint in her eyes. ”Though I wouldn’t mind being with Dante solo, I do think we should stick together… as much as it hurts me to say it.” Addie smirked and joined Dante’s side to spite them, though she angled her feet towards the others.
Time: Afternoon Location: North Pass Interactions: Rue @Potter Armor: Leather Vest with Armor of Deflection charm, Rest of outfit minus the gloves. Weapons: Steel Short Sword with Shift Charm transforming it into a chain knife, and a small boot knife. Equipment: a backpack containing: 1 large red potion, 1 green potion, 3 large blue potions, 2 small blue potions, a hunting knife, a flask, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, matches, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs (skaula and zemak), rolling papers, pipe, a gorestria gem ring and a pouch of amas.
“I think we can enjoy the snow while hunting.” Bowyn offered, and if Kaleb and Eris weren’t going that only made the comfort of the wilderness even more appealing. It wasn’t a hard choice at all, relaxing away from town was always preferable to relaxing in town, especially during a holiday which would almost certainly mean every place in the North Pass was going to be more crowded than it usually was. “And I bet a hunting trip would be good for Mooney too, give the wolf a chance to be a wolf.” He added.
It took Bowyn little time to be ready to go, putting on the leather vest with its deflection charm and then grabbing his sword and fastening it to his belt just in case they ran into any trouble while they were out. An afternoon of hunting in the snow with Rue was close enough to feel like being back home that he didn’t ask any questions about the day’s plans. It felt normal, comforting, the sort of thing they used to do back home and he couldn’t think of much that would be a better way to spend a day off from training. “Alright I’m ready. You need to grab anything?” He asked ready to follow Rue to meet up with the others.
Annya stretched out the basket as Bardulf had taken one. She grinned, her eyes intensely fixated on him. “Well? Is it good?” She had been the type of girl since young that needed everything she did to be perfect. It was a flaw perhaps, but one she did not plan on shaking. His expression had lit up like a child receiving sweets and she felt pretty confident that she had hit the mark.
That was when the voice of Ismael filled the cold air. She exhaled, looking over as her breath left her lips in a visible cloud. “Hi! I don’t mind if you do either!” She offered the basket out towards his extending hand, “Just don’t eat a bunch and get a stomachache on me. We have a fun day ahead of us.”
To her delight, Bron was also joining. The basket, again, was stretched out. ”Bron! Eat!” She greeted as Bardulf took it upon to start answering his question. “Hmm. Let’s wait and see if anyone else shows up. We haven’t been here that long… Also, can’t say I’ve ever refused shopping.”
A polar-bear demihuman gave the four a polite bow as they enter, then greeted them with a warm smile,"Hi! My name is Yugi. You're all so welcome here. I am so happy to see each and every one of you."
”Oh my Solaris! Yugi, you get cuter and cuter every day!” Annya immediately ran up to the shopkeeper, who blushed in response. She whirled around, continuing on, ” Look at all the neat clothes you have in today!”
A polar-bear demihuman gives you a polite bow as you enter, then greets you with a warm smile, "Hi! My name is Yugi. You're all so welcome here. I am so happy to see each and every one of you."
A D&D miniature, Traveller clothes, Disguise ring, Adamanine Long Sword, Adamanine Scale Mail, Standard Backpack, 4 Large Red Potions, 4 Large Blue Potions, Timeteller, Wayfinder, Flask, Darksight Goggles, Travel Shelter, Portable Bed, Cooking Pot, Hair Cleanser, Teeth Cleanser, Body Cleanser, and a Hair brush.
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(White Dire Wolf) Caelan had spent the last four months training his magic and spending whatever chance he could to become closer with Sophie. He did spend some time with Rosaria and the others, but most of his time was spent with Sophie. She had been so cute and sweet that it had been hard to stay away from her. He had never met such a kind and creative girl. She had been a quiet girl time initially, but he could tell she had changed after spending time with him. Caelan was so happy to see her open up and blossom as an individual. He had fallen in love with her and now found himself unable to stay away from her for long. The stakes were high, and he was afraid to lose her. This idea helped him to train hard as he wanted to be able to protect her.
He had found it quite easy to train alone as well due to rocks being in abundance in the desert, the heat was the trade-off, but day by day, he was able to lift and create larger and larger stones. He did train with the others, but to ensure Sophie's safety, he would train for additional time on his own.
Caelan’s time he spent with the others he had found hanging out with Rosaria and Slick the easiest. With Rosaria he would open up, vent, and enjoy interesting conversations and stories she would tell. And with Slick, he would smoke a plant called Zemak that had an almost identical high to weed on earth. They would play games with their magic on occasion and talk about strange, bizarre deep thoughts nobody sober would think of.
Currently, he had been sitting relaxing when he began to hear music, and of all songs, it was Rasputin. It was loud, and he could see a group gathering towards the source. Caelan smirked to himself and began to run towards the source as well, which confirmed his suspicions that the cause was Sophie, “Hey! Soph!” he called out as he made his way closer before giving her a hug. Wrapping an arm around her, he took in the sight before him. There was a painting in the works, and the subjects were just before them, dancing and copying the movements of Alette. “How are you doing? Are things going okay? I know you already know, but I am concerned about you going off all on your own. We could be attacked anytime; I would rather be safe than sorry. At least stay with me.” Caelan knew what he was rambling, but it didn’t matter as long as he could keep her safe.
Dante Blackbourn
Time: 2 pm Location: Guarav Village Interactions: Darius @FunnyGuy, Menzai @samreaper, Isolde @Blizz, Aiden @potter Equipment: Clothes, Steel Sword (Still thinking on what to do with Amas)
Dante followed Menzai’s words as he spoke. He nodded with a smile when extended thanks. He was glad that Menzai was going to finally allow them to leave and explore the world. This is what he had been waiting for he was in a fantasy world and now he was finally prepared to take some real steps in his new Isekai life. It seemed Menzai wanted to play a game first which he was down for. He was silent as he listened to the rules.
With the mention of the “Fog Beast,” Dante was instantly hooked on the Idea. He looked at Darius, giving him a nod about the beast. A fight was just what he needed to truly test his power. Dante’s expression changed from a smile to a serious and determined one. When Isolde said that they should all go straight for the fog beast, Dante was psyched. She was straight-spitting facts. Darius and Addie both were in agreeance as well.
He was extremely proud of everyone, especially of his brother. Darius had grown into a fine man during the time they were apart and to see how confident to take on a bigger challenge the others were was only making his excitement rise. Dante placed his arm around Addie when she had joined him at his side. “I want to say that this right here made me more proud than anything since we began training. I put emphasis on teamwork and not just picking the easiest route to success. The fact you all agree to test yourselves even further and take bigger risks, I couldn’t be more excited. We are gonna kick this mother fucking fog bitches ass!”
Barboda was sitting beside Helio as he drunkenly rambled, essentially lying to everyone. “Just stop. This is the most bullshit and unbelievable story anyone has ever heard I don’t even understand how you can be this bad at lying when telling a story.” It got worse as the idiot stood up on the stool then almost fell off it. He pinched his nose. It was not often he was out without armor and could do so. Someone was yelling for Helio to get down and of course he refused. Barboda reached and grabbed his foot and pulled it out from under him, Helio tripped off the stool, falling on his ass. Barboda laughed as he fell. “You deserve that. Stop making a fool of yourself.”
Pâsh Ruin Bringer
Time: 2 PM Location: Dugmaghord- Fighting Pits Interactions: Leaf @Helo, Everyone in dugmaghord would hear his name being chanted. Equipment:
Adamanite Plate with Absorption, Water Skin, Torches, Rations, 6 Pink Potions, 6 Large Red Potions
Pâsh was amused by Leaf’s head bow. It was only right that other creatures bowed before him. “I will make 'da kall today we will fight soon. For now, we celebrate.” Pâsh said. An orc walked over with a drink and set it into Pâsh’s hand. He then reached it down to the small feline man in offering. “You will get a bodyguard ta help wit' whateva ya need.” He added, Pâsh led Leaf outside of the pit so the fights could proceed. “Ya kan drink all 'da drink yer want war chief and sit down.” He laughed, dragging a barrel of alcohol with one hand over to the chair beside his and then he gently punched a hole into the top. “Jus dip ya kup in.” Pâsh said as he chugged what was in his cup before refilling it with more alcohol from the barrel.
Time: Night Location: River Port Interactions: Astra and Vrexen @FunnyGuy, Alaia @Alivefalling and Maeryn @princess Mentions:
Myra had been distracted, watching the weird horse that Astra had bought, but the moment she heard Astra and Vrexen talking about their next destination, she stopped 'investigating' (and most probably irritating or unintentionally frightening) the camel to pay attention on what they were saying. With the prospect of a hunt approaching, Vrexen's temper began to flare up once more, which made Myra give a few, cautious glances towards him as they walked. Myra was still a bit confused regarding the reason why they were working so hard to go after and hunt the weird 'hoo-mans', but if both Astra, Vrexen and her new 'companions' wanted to do so, then Myra had little choice but to follow, if she wanted to remain traveling with them.
When Astra mentioned that it would be hard to travel due to the heat, followed shortly by suggesting Vrexen to follow her to a stall, Myra couldn't help but be curious. Was there really something other than violence that Vrexen would be interested in? Especially something that was being sold in a stall? He surely wouldn't be interested in something like the Shiny-spheres Myra got for herself... They were quite comfortable to hold though, since they were always cold to the touch, despite the heat. Curious, Myra took out her shiny-spheres and held them against her cheeks, feeling the cold touch of the metallic surface on her skin as she followed Vrexen and Astra.
Much like Rosaria, Nuallán was not only surprised and extremely embarrassed once he heard Slick's reply when he mentioned 'exercising' and after he understood what he meant by that. The shock was so big that almost made Nuallán lose his balance and fall off the horse.
"I-... Please Slick. This is but a huge misunderstanding." Nuallán said, trying to hide his shock and embarrassment by clearing his throat.
"I am merely Lady Rosaria's faithful butler and bodyguard. Her happiness and safety are my sworn duties. I would not dare to occupy such... position." Nuallán said, still trying to hide his reactions, although not as successfully as before, due to the impact of the words Slick had.
While Rosaria's earlier pat did help him to relax a bit, such statement said by Slick only made Nuallán even more conscious of how close he was to her and how outrageous his current actions were for a butler, but at the same time, he feared that if he suggested Rosaria that he should get down and walk, she would be offended and as such, Nuallán resigned himself to simply continue the trip where he was, despite the situation.
Equipment: White Haori, Gauravian luck charm bracelet
Gaurav
The silent wolf sipped at his tea as he observed the group of humans have their discussion on what to do. A discussion mostly involving teasing and cocky boasting as each of them shown interest in taking on this mysterious beast that lurked within the forest. How intriguing it was to see these humans prod and poke at each other while mocking the close relations between Dante and Aidan; a curiosity having him wonder if teasing friends on their closeness with their possible mate to be a common thing. He continued to learn something with every interaction between them but as of now had been under the comfort and safety of his village. Outside, where countless dangerous and risks awaited them had Menzai pondering on how this group would handle themselves against actual threats and not merely dummies or a training obsessed Dante.
Both curious and worried for the group's sake. Yet, seeing as their decision to take on the dangerous beast proving unanimous saw this as an opportune moment to see if they were indeed ready to leave and venture out into the world.
Their decision made and with cocksure determination, the wolf placed the empty cup down gently then gracefully jumped up onto his feet in one fluid motion." There is no need for further debate then with all in agreement. I am pleased to see each of you determined and ready to demonstrate the skills hard-earned and honed these past four months." Turning his gaze to each of their faces after speaking in his usual neutral tone as he slipped his hands into his sleeves.
" Before we set off, I shall explain that the rules for challenging this beast. The ones prior can be ignored. As the dangers of taking on the beast is unknown, I will be setting a time limit of fifteen minutes." Pausing to make sure they were listening as unlike before where they would simply have been hunting animals the fog beast needed to be taken seriously." Whether you choose to challenge it as a group or in pairs, if the beast is not defeated within fifteen minutes it will be considered a failure and are to retreat with me. And I may intervene and call for a retreat at my own discretion if things become too dangerous as well. Once within the fog, none of you are to venture more than twenty feet from me or the others or risk being separated and lost." He explained the new set of rules as well as to remind them the dangers surrounding the fog itself having it only capable to venture within with him or a Gauravian whose heightened senses were required for safe passage.
" With these new rules established, I shall guide the way to the fringes of the fog's territory. Use that time to decide whether to work as a team or in pairs." Giving them a moment to think on what he said before the wolf quietly walked forward preparing to lead the way only to stop shortly after passing them where he partially turned his head indicating he had more to say.
" And note I will not accept any arguments against retreating. Those that resists or refuse my one and only warning will be made to stay within the village." For once his tone took on a stern and cold bite to it demonstrating just how serious Menzai was on this who has so rarely shown more than the neutral mannerism. This was the one prerequisite rule they were to follow above all else.
" Those that have issues with this I must ask to remain here." With everything needing be said, the wolf turned forward; waiting a moment to allow the four a chance to state their thoughts on this. Saying nothing else he resumed walking to guide the four humans into and through the forest where they would eventually arrive at the fringes of the sea of densely thick fog. A trek that offered plenty of time for the humans to discuss and work out their plans.
Pocket watch Black stetson Hat and Cowl Black Duster Outfit Repeating Crossbow 100 Iron Bolts 100 Steel Bolts Champ (Oak Horse) Megatron figurine Hunting knife Rope Saddlebag Black neckerchief Tinder box Canteen Matches 2 lbs of black powder Two Gold nuggets $40 Black swim trunks Teeth Cleanser Jumping Shoes Body Cleanser Armpit Fragrance Birth Preventers (6) Dark sight glasses Wayfinder First Aid Kit Cloth Armor Mithral Shortsword 3 Red Potions 3 Blue Potions Strength Gloves
The horses galloped from Dugmaghord with Slick taking point. Their destination was a small oasis that weren’t much except some fruit and small critters but every now and then something big reared its head. Now usually Slick wasn’t a fan of botherin’ the larger things that dwelled in the desert, but he’d make an exception if it meant scoring some amas to fill his pockets with.
Moments later…
“There she is! See that green up ahead, princess?! That’s where we’re gonna get lucky!” He shouted back to her. “Whoa there Champ, slow it down.” Slick said as he tugged on the horse’s reins and slowed to a light trot. He didn’t want to startle anything on their approach, and he sure as hell didn’t want to broadcast to some behemoth that potential food was on its way. Slick allowed Rosaria and Nuallán to get close before speaking softly. It was more like a low raspy tone, but it was just as quiet.
“Hey listen here lovebirds, we ain’t got the whole calvary but we sure got some mighty fine firepower between the three of us. If things get hairy, I say we give whatever’s on the other side a taste of hell. Agreed?” Slick nodded before setting his sights toward the oasis before coming to a complete stop and dismounting Champagne next to a patch of sparsely grown vegetation. It was enough to keep the oak horse occupied while he searched for something mighty fine to gun down.
Armor Deflection Channeling Gloves Ergen named Marble Padded Cloth Armor Memory Glass Teeth Cleanser Hair Cleanser Hair Softener Body Cleanser Armpit Fragrance Wayfinder Backpack 4 flasks 3 Medium Red Potions 4 Medium Blue Potions 3 Black Potions Elven Outfit 170
Darius looked at each human while nodding. Everyone was down for taking on the “fog beast” which meant that they’d be working together. Competition would have been fun sure, but scrounging against small creatures didn’t compare to what seemed like a boss battle. It was only fitting as Menzai sought to test cumulatively in a way.
The added conditions and time limit by Menzai caused Darius to raise an eyebrow. That’s cheap. However, his initial feelings on Menzai’s addons dispersed as he took another look at who he’d be fighting alongside with.. Fuck it, we can do this! A playful smirk painted his expression.
“Then it’s decided then!” Darius announced as he strutted over to the tree and reached down to pick up the purple-marked hunting knife. He inspected it for a moment before speaking again “Ready when you are Menzai.” He commented as his eyes lingered on the blade of the weapon
Time: Mid-Day Location: River Fairy Kingdom Inventory: Lightly-ornate robes, pouch of amas, parasol, peacock fan Interactions: Yuka @princess, Orias @Helo
This kingdom was like a massive dream, unto itself. A lively place, almost festive, with a certain ethereal quality in the air. The days were actually rather pleasant here, perhaps due in part to all the foliage. Something about the vitality of this place made it easier, though that same energy about the place made the nights fantastic. They'd spent their time here in a way not unlike Yuka. The culture here tended to throw inhibition to the wind, and nobody bat an eye at their transformations. Perhaps out of habit, they didn't tend to shift in front of anyone. Maybe they thought it was just a glamour, or didn't even really care what it was? Or maybe it was cool.
At any rate, it made for a wonderful home for a drifter. Their recent adventure had been like taking a short but very clouded and mysterious fall onto a bed of flowers. Nevermind the fell wind. It was easy to forget the trouble on their heels, but Orias was sure to remember. The fallen royalty had something to prove, but to whom? Aiko wasn't in the habit of prying or pestering, only peeping. It was only their nature.
What wasn't their nature was training. Yuka was powerful in a confrontation, somehow. Orias had martial skill, and probably magical skill buried in there somewhere. Doubt could be a powerful thing, but it was hard to believe it was only that. The point was, they could actually be the weak link in a confrontation. Relying on raw magical power might work at night, but no way they could rely on that during the day.
That peacock fan was a nice magic focus. When it was open, it would form a sort of blade, over the edge of the fan. The magic could be shot out by closing it, or you could point it around and shoot. They should have gotten a few of them, it felt like you'd want two. Maybe they should ask Yuka to spar or something?
On this particular day, Aiko was doing nothing in particular; enjoying the peace of this place and soaking in the energies. They had caught sight of Yuka and followed her in to find Orias. The poor fellow, having to manage this cat. Aiko would attempt to calm her down by playing with her hair or scritching her head. Behind her ear, perhaps? Too much and we'd be doing something else, but a little in the not wrong spot might do it. "My, you do get excited. Not exactly who I would expect in a royal hunting party, but neither am I."
Time: Morning Location: North Pass Interaction:@helo Bowyn Equipment: Small backpack, two knives, rations, water flask, Honey Toasts, hygiene products, Gorestria Gem Ring Female outfit, Light Bow & quiver of ArrowsOld outfit
2 Small Red Potions - 2 amas 2 Small Blue Potions - 6 amas 2 Medium Red - 6 amas 2 Yellow Potions - 16 amas 1 Cooking Pot - 5 amas Teeth Cleanser - 5 amas Hair Cleanser/Softener - 40 Mithiril Studded Leather Armor - 275 Mithril Lance - 360 Returning Enchantment - 200 Unbreakable Enchantment - 600
Rue beamed at Bowyn’s response and turned to face her room. The door was cracked open and Moony was staring out at her. ”We’re going hunting. Want to come-” Rue began to inquire, but the wolf wasted no time. He bounded out of the room and over to her, unable to contain his excitement. He looked between them and began to head to the door, before halting and stopping to glance at them as if to say ‘well’?
Rue giggled and looked at Bowyn. ”I think he’s ready!” She paused and contemplated her ensemble. She tapped her chin thoughtfully, then raised her hand as if to immediate a lightbulb going off. ”Let me grab something - hold on.” Rue dashed off and left the wolf staring after her with confusion. Once she returned, she’d grabbed her lance and also her Mithiril Studded Leather Armor. She adjusted it and glanced at it and then back at Bowyn. ”Uh, how does it look?” She glanced at herself with wonder and then up at Bowyn shyly.
The wolf wagged his tail and nudged her arm in the direction of the door. ”Battle ready. I am proud of you. Now can we go please?”
Her gaze turned to her wolf and beamed at him. ”Lead the way my friend!” Moony huffed and bounded out of the building quickly. Rue followed and had made sure to walk slowly so Bowyn could join beside her. When they were outside, she saw the large group. There was strength in numbers, for sure, but.... She bit her lip and made a surprising choice. ”I say we take the day to ourselves for nostalgia.” She glanced at him, her choice surprising. She enjoyed his company and right now, it reminded her so much of home that she didn’t want to let go of it. ”...Will that be okay?”
Time: Morning Location: Dugmaghord - The Pit Interactions: Pâsh@Alivefalling Weapon: Meliora a cobalt glaive with unbreaking and returning charms Armor: Just the clothes on his back Equipment: Lockpicking kit, small knife, 3 large red potions, and a pouch of amas.
Celebrate? Drinking? Now Pâsh was really speaking his language. He followed the massive orc from the pits ready to enjoy the rare chance to relax amongst the greatest of the orcs. Leaf and his rattled brain didn’t really understand why Pâsh thought he needed a bodyguard but who was he to argue with the top orc? So he nodded and set that aside to think about later. Leaf accepted the cup and immediately dunked it into the barrel from the hole Pâsh had punched into it. At least it was something to fill his stomach with, he’d been hoping for a plate of ribs so large he couldn’t see over it, but this would do for now. He looked down into the cup, picked out the few splinters of barrel lid that floated on top, and took a long drink. A great warrior and a showman! He thought of the ord leader.
Leaf struggled not to cough as the harsh drink burned its way down. He always forgot how strong the orc’s alcohol was, not like the refreshing punch they were always serving back home. Like much of orc culture it was not designed for comfort, it was made to be effective. The ease with which orcs drank the powerful drink only reminded him that orcs were built differently from any other race he’d met. Everything an orc did consistently served to strengthen them, they would always endure, and they never searched for the easy path. War would not break an orc and if he could become half as tough as them, maybe it wouldn’t break him either.
He studied Pâsh, careful not to hold his gaze on the orc for longer than a second or two, but studying the way the grand chieftain carried himself. He watched every fight in the pit as if his own survival depended on it. He tried not to think about food, even though that thought kept slipping in when he tried to stay focused. If he’d gone hunting he’d probably be eating something right now. But that was the easy path, he had to do what was difficult until it was second nature. Until he was more like the orcs; strong enough to withstand facing demons and enduring war. If he failed, if he wasn’t strong enough, he’d be no use to his group, he’d let them all down.
“Grand Chieftan, if I can ask it, which o’ your many victories held the sweetest taste? Was it the huntin' of the Hygora shrimp?” Leaf asked, careful in his phrasing to not imply anything Pâsh might take offense to, but wondering if any of the mighty orc’s battles had been difficult for him. Of course, now, Leaf was wondering if Hygora shrimp were as tasty as regular shrimp but he wasn’t about to irritate Pâsh with an endless string of frivolous questions.
Time: Afternoon Location: North Pass, Out hunting Interactions: Rue @Potter Armor: Leather Vest with Armor of Deflection charm, Rest of outfit minus the gloves. Weapons: Steel Short Sword with Shift Charm transforming it into a chain knife, and a small boot knife. Equipment: a backpack containing: 1 large red potion, 1 green potion, 3 large blue potions, 2 small blue potions, a hunting knife, a flask, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, matches, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs (skaula and zemak), rolling papers, pipe, a gorestria gem ring and a pouch of amas.
Bowyn waited for Rue to return, his hand absentmindedly scratched and petted Moony’s head. And return she did, and almost immediately the ever-loyal Moony returned to her side. There was another brief moment in which Bowyn truly found himself without words as he saw Rue clad in finely studded leather armor, a lance held at one side, a loyal wolf flanking the other side. He hardly noticed his mouth hung agape until he went to offer a reassuring smile.
Avalian history and myth were littered with stories left behind by the past humans, right now he thought of the tales of mighty Valkyries, fiercest warrior women from human’s winter realm. Stories that had mixed and blended themselves in seamlessly with Avalian tales and myths until it was rare that a child of winter didn’t grow up picturing those same mighty warriors severing Alysia, goddess of winter, and protecting and guiding those same winter fae.
“As beautiful and fierce as the apex of winter, even Alysia herself trembles with envy.” Bowyn finally spoke as he followed Rue, flanking the side opposite Moony. The same loyalty that velcroed the wolf, pulled Bowyn along as well. Once outside Rue suggested hunting without the group.
“That noisy bunch? Surely they’re going to scare off anything worth hunting in an instant. We’ll get a head start, show ‘em how it’s done.” Bowyn was quick to agree with Rue. Didn’t they deserve quality time? Everything was only going to get more difficult as the drums of war beat louder. One day where things felt normal, just Rue, Moony, and him hunting in the snow like old times. He could even try to be more like he was, the better Bowyn who didn’t spend all his free time dreaming of violence. “And there is no company I’d prefer to yours.” He added, continuing to follow Moony who seemed gleeful to lead his pack.
Isolde listened to the rules, well aware that Menzai was being serious. This was the first time she ever heard him speak with a tone that didn't sound like anything other than passive and indifferent. He was the most levelheaded person among their group, so naturally when he was being serious, there wasn't a question about it. They would be on the clock for this hunting trip now and could not venture too far away from the group. On top of that, they could either work in pairs of two or as a whole. Isolde was inclined to push for the latter option.
"Working in pairs sounds like it defeats the purpose of hunting together as a group. That means we either have two pyros on the same team or one without Darius to put them out. Or I use my magic and something catches on fire with him on the wrong team. We need to group up. Plus, it'd be easier to stay in twenty feet of each other when we're all together, wouldn't it?" Isolde was radiating confidence lately, but it was tempered by competence. This was Menzai's home, his entire world. He knew it better than them. "Makes it easier to pull everyone out if we can't win, also. Splitting up would get us killed in a place we aren't familiar with, especially with something as ominous as whatever a "fog beast" actually is. We gotta be smart about this. If we're ready after all- and we fucking are- We can pull this off." Isolde was dead-set on it now. Guarav was going to eat well tonight.
Time: 2pm Location: Dugmaghord - A little ways away from the guest house Interaction: Caelan @Alivefalling Equipment:Clothing,Backpack, Sketchbook with drawings, various drawing supplies, iPhone, charging cable, earphones
Sophie picked up her head fast at the sound of Caelan's voice. A smile stretched across her face, and she paused her drawing. A rush of excitement filled her. Dropping the colored pencil, she whirled around and threw her arms around him as he hugged her. She looked up at him as he spoke, still hugging his waist and leaning her chin on his chest. "I'm good! ...And I'm not alone. I'm with Alette." She was kidding with her words as she let go of him with one arm to gesture to the pixie that was fluttering over. At the sound of Sophie's words, she flexed her nonexistent muscles.
"I'll beat a bitch up!" The small voice came from the tiny redhead and made Sophie giggle. "I'll kill anybody that is mean to Sophie! I'm-"
Alette's attention was pulled to the growing crowd of orcs as Three Day's Grace "Let's start a riot!" started to blast from Sophie's phone. It was not only the two orc children now but a crowd of ten as they all head-banged and jumped about in the sand. It almost looked like a mosh pit.
"Oh my God." Sophie dropped her arms from Caelan's body. At least I finished my drawing.
"This was a mistake." Alette sat herself down on Caelan's shoulder.
Sophie tilted her head as if to get a new angle of the scene. She wasn't sure if it was terrifying or hilarious. "I... I don't know... I think this is kind of awesome."
Time: Afternoon Location: River Fairy Kingdom - Treeant Inn Interactions: Yuka @princess, Aiko @CitrusArms Mentions: Xavier @Potter Armor: Adamantine Half-Plate and Steel Chain Mail (currently in his room) Weapons: Apricus; a Mithril longsword, a steel sheild with barrier charm (currently in his room), and a steel dagger. Mount: Cow, a black and white Oak Horse (at the stable) Equipment: Bow and quiver of arrows. Small backpack: 1 large red potion, 3 medium blue potions, 3 medium red potions, darksight glasses, wayfinder, and fire kit. A transmission bracelet (connected to Augus) and a pouch of amas.
Orias felt clawed hands grip his shoulders, his hand immediately went to grip his dagger even as the rest of his body sought to leap outside of his skin. After four months of constantly waiting for a threat that never quite came an anxious Orias gave an exasperated sigh as he found himself facing the cause of most near heart attacks, Yuka.
“We should get you a bell to wear, Yuka if you insist on stalking me like a cooped-up housecat.” He said, hand releasing its grip from the dagger’s handle. Aiko followed shortly behind Yuka, mentioning their unlikely involvement in a royal hunting party. He gave a grateful look towards Aiko, hoping that meant they were joining. Aiko’s presence at least split Yuka’s attention, and the dreamwalker got along far better with the feline than he did. He found it difficult to express anything more than annoyance at her inability to take anything seriously for longer than a passing instance. He constantly had to remind himself that Yuka was helping them, in her own way, and it was not a cat’s nature to behave like an elf,
“We’re all going then? Where’s Xavier? The boy should have a better understanding of what we’ll be fighting for, a deeper appreciation for Avalia will help motivate him.” He found no sign of the normally punctual human, a damper on the day’s plan. He needed to find the right motivation for Xavier, something he could draw upon when the time came.
Time: Afternoon Location: The Nest Mentions: Helio @princess, Barboda @Alivefalling Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives, 1 dagger, a spyglass, a wayfinder, a pouch of amas, and various jewelry.
“Ay right now he may indeed be one wasted fairy but that ain’t the lad to mess with. Sent more than his fair share into Aklenroth's embrace 'n' many more to come. Best let him do as he wishes.” Nym spoke to those who surrounded Helio. He only chuckled some as he watched Helio teetering atop a barstool spouting off his own version of their encounter with Arden.
They were all off duty, Helio was more than free to make his own bad decisions right now. He imagined it was rough on the fairy, to be so at odds with his nature, a fairy gone dark, better designed to end life than to foster it. Helio would have to work that out in his own way, perhaps giving in to drink would lead him to give in to what he was now. Nym could see the necessity in this, he had the patience to wait for the lad to grieve the loss of who he’d been because once Helio was done with his catharsis, a truly dark fairy would be an incredible asset to his crew.
It was Barboda who saw the need to intervene, grabbing Helio’s leg and knocking him to the floor. Nym only rolled his eye and let the two of them sort it out. He was captain while they sailed, and in a tavern, he would not be playing babysitter to two squabbling sailors. He waited, only half his attention on the two, but with no plans to intervene unless things escalated to anything past a simple bar fight. Some men needed to blow off steam, and most things were best settled on shore than the sea.
Ismael hand steadied as he took a rice ball, he was excited genuinely excited that Annya was more than willing to allow him to eat the rice balls. It was also her mistake, as she gave a man starving food, so he will eat to his hearts content. Ending up with Ismael grabbing quite a few rice balls from the basket as he said, "Ah thanks Annya! You're the best! Ah! They're so good! I can't stop!!"
Ismael figured Annya out decently quickly, she was like a child who needed to have everything to be perfect and gaining admiration and affirmations was something she looked for. So to get more food without spending a dime, he used that little habit of Annya's and some of his top-tier acting. As Ismael heard someone else approach, he looked towards the voice and saw it was Bron, Ismael waved to him with a rice ball in his mouth as he said, "hmh ahm yuh bhun?"
Ismael finished eating as he then said again, "Ah, sorry about that Bron. Hey, how are you!" Ismael laughed after as they started to head towards Yugi's shop, Ismael was eating very leisurely as once they entered the shop Ismael gave a small smile to Yugi and said, "Hello once again Yugi. I hope the roof is doing well. If you need anymore help on your shop you can always ask". Ismael was about to continue until he saw Annya run like a bullet up to the Shopkeeper, compliment him on his looks and then began talking while looking through the many things he had for sale. All Ismael could do was laugh as he began poking around in the shop as he looked to everyone, "Well I guess we should make sure what we have will fight off the cold when travelling out, so maybe getting new boots from Yugi, I can attest they are quite solid as I've been using mine for a few months now".
