[center][h3][i]Springwood Forest[/i][/h3][/center]
[@Zeroth] Yasunami Akitsugu, [@Dragonydas] Myrravel Velasien, [@Remram] Brom Stronghammer

Precautions were taken, nerves were steeled, a plan was formed and a back-up prepared. Eyes narrowed, breathes were held, the moment was tense and palpable, so thick you could almost cut a slice off with a cheese knife.

.. Until, you know, things played out.

Turns out slimes aren't really that good at noticing stuff around them, especially not when distracted by the sudden and magical appearance of food straight infront of them. Not having any actual sensory organs, such as being able to see, hear, smell or ... Well, [i]anything[/i] really, also meant that it wasn't exactly hard to sneak up on them. Though to be fair, there wasn't really a 'back' or 'front' of a slime... But regardless.

Brom's carefully calculated and incredibly precies plan was carried out with surprisingly flawless accuracy, with the slime not even realizing it had been scooped into a metallic container umtil it was already inside. And even then, all it could really do was jiggle in a state of confused agitation before the lid was shut on top of its metaphorical head.

Thus, Brom had succeeded in capturing the Forest Slime.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iMwxNvgfdg]The day, was saved![/url]

And now, all that remained... Was a quiet and otherwise unremarkable aftermath, with the sounds of the forest returning to rustle the leaves and vegetation, birds chirping and singing in the distance, and the three heroic explorers now being left to their own devices. And that piece of wood that the slime had started to consume by nibbling on it - if slimes could nibble. Actually, it'd made a strange noise, like the sound when you open a soda can really slowly, that 'psssssch' sound. Well, it was hadly a concern at this point - no way that little goopy goober was getting out of the chef's pot anytime soon, as long as the aformentioned dwarf remembered to keep the lid sealed.

[center][h3][i]Southwest Farmlands[/i][/h3][/center]
[@CitrusArms] Niara Rootwick, [@Rune_Alchemist] Yingmei Okudaira

The breeze blew gently, the sun shined brightly, the surroundings were calm and peaceful, and in Yingmei's arms, the feathered friend snuggled and bokd' peacefully and contently. It was a tranquil moment of the begunnings of a slow life here in the middle of nowhere, the Farland Frontier. But nothing would get done by just standing around.


[center][i][h3]Center of Town[/h3][/i][/center]
[@Lupusintus] Rinn Arniman, [@BunniesOfDoom] Adrila Jaaxa, 

At this point, Daryl had moved over to the many crates, boxes, barrels and containers he'd brought back into the central stone brick house. There were a few odds and ends still in his and Sherly's cart, but apparently the large man wasn't in any hurru to fetch those. Instead, he began the ardeous and oh-so-fun taask of sorting and categorizing things. He moved crates to one side of a wall, and boxes to another, opened lids and peeked inside, before deciding where this or that was to go. He seemed almost completely lost in this activity, as if he was on auto-pilot and entirely absorbed in the task at hand. Sheryl sighed and shook her head.

[color=lightpink]"Single-minded as always, heh."[/color] She let out a small chuckle.

Around the bend of a nearby building, coming from the northeast, was the foppish bard-fellow. And he'd broguth a tumbling, rumbling, rolling barrel with him. The seamstress exited the house to investigate the noise, smiled and gave the young lady a hearty wave as he approached

[color=lightpink]"Welcome back. Looks like you and the little miss found something, huh? Just leave it ouside the door, my husband will bring it inside once he gets a moment."[/color] She stated, once the boy was near enough to actually be able to hear.

The red-head woman then turned back to Adrila and nodded to the elven woman.

[color=lightpink]"Let me know how the blankets fit, and if we need more. I'll be inside, helping that oaf of mine for a bit."[/color]

With that, the motherly woman stepped back inside and started to aid her beloved husband in rearranging and storing things in a more ordered and neatly fashion.

[center][i][h3]Southern Towen[/h3][/i][/center]
[@ERode] MacKinnon

As the treasure-hunting lass was wandering about the souther, lower-class(?) area of the town, she soon spotted a familiar(?) face. Or pair of faces. Holding hands and walking at a slow and measured pace, was the old man and the little girl from earlier this morning. The little girl waved energetically at the older girl and called out to her.

[color=aqua]"[b]Heeey! Hi![/b]"[/color]

The old man offered a half-hearted, casual raising of his own hand, and a friendly enough smile. As they got clsoer, the pair stopped for amoment to chat.

[color=silver]"Well, look at you. Pack's bursting with things and trinkets, I see."[/color]
[color=aqua]"Lucky! We didn't go inside and grab anything from the old housies."[/color]
[color=silver]"No pouting now, I told you. Going into old buildings can be dangerous."[/color]
[color=aqua]"But lookit all the stuff she found...!"[/color]
[color=silver]"I'm sure she'll show them all to you later."[/color]
[color=aqua]"Really? Really-really!?"[/color]

The child's expectations and excitement were quite contagious, and the grandfather laughed and tussled her hair a bit, which made the little girl giggle happily. He then looked back up at the young explorer before him.

[color=silver]"We were just about done walking around and getting a feel and lay of the place. We're about to head back to everyone else now. Are you going to keep looking around? Otherwise, you're welcome to walk back with us."[/color]