Rhys - Doniaeth 'Arc Workshop'
As the flow of people entering his vacant place of work grew, the boy continued to scan the 'less than normal' people one by one. His curious eyes shifted from individual to individual, absorbing their appearance as a first impression and acting accordingly to it.
"Eh- ah- there's more than I thought. Well, I'm Rhys, some of you might know me, others might not. N-nonetheless you're all here for the same reason I'd assume, the creatures that appeared on the battlefield, the flier recruiting some braves to face them... If I'm wrong, please don't hurt me."
Rhys continued to pace from one end of the room to the other, his leather boots lightly kicking small bits of metal across the room as he did so. An ARC seeming more bird-like than reptilian quickly fluttered over the boy, landing on his shoulder and began to play a variety of melodies. This seemed to calm the overwhelmed kid down, he stood, facing the group and smiling brightly. He quickly made his way to a small shelf near the entryway to the Metals Room, a plated iron door that seemed to be reinforced quite heavily. Pulling from the shelf a sheet of paper which bore the insignia of each nation at it's back. Rhys read the paper to himself, quietly under his breath as he approached the group, then, as he reached a few feet in front of them the clockwork ARC on his shoulder scooped the paper from his hands holding it within the creation's beak as the boy read.
"In two days, each nation will send volunteers to the dormant battlefield. While the ceasefire that has been established is active, none of the voluntary parties, regardless of background, may harm one another throughout the duration of this period. The sole enemy will be the unknown monsters that have appeared, one is solely the main priority, being the large creature that appeared within the active warzone and caused discord for each of the nations while in combat. There are no special conditions for those who partake in this venture, the rate in which you annihilate this threat is advised to be quick and thus the quicker you return, the larger the reward's sum will be."
After the boy spoke the containing words of the paper, a flicker came from the bird's mouth causing the corner of the parchment to ignite, the small flame trailing down the words and leaving nothing left but fragments and ash. As a small white and grey pile formed below him, the ARC flapped a wing quickly sending the residue into the air.
"Now, any questions?"
Zhong - Thao 'Crimson Barracks'
Near the center of Thao, walking distance of the Empress' fortress and just beyond the riverbend is the Crimson Barracks. Here, the finest of Thao's military meet for strategic meetings, conferences, and other events that are needed to be within the capital. But today was a different event, the great General sat in the building alone, in silence, waiting for any kinsmen to open the door and volunteer for the task at hand. But there were none, and instead of waiting, he fell into a trance state.
The general didn't question if someone would come, but instead wondered why those who were interested took their time getting information on the matter. Or maybe this was overthinking things a bit much, the general had always been an inquisitive person, though still having doubts about the whole ceasefire. Commotion could be heard outside the barracks doors, there was no need to check, they would eventually make their way into the building.
A pair opened the wooden doors, entering the statue's domain, rather loudly to be precise. Fortunately the man seemed familiar, though not identifiable to be honest, nor was the girl who accompanied him. As they approached the general they quickly stated their reasoning for being there, why else would they flippantly approach him?
"Ah-yes, we'll wait for any other voluntary bodies. Once we have a few more we'll begin the explanation of this task."
As the flow of people entering his vacant place of work grew, the boy continued to scan the 'less than normal' people one by one. His curious eyes shifted from individual to individual, absorbing their appearance as a first impression and acting accordingly to it.
"Eh- ah- there's more than I thought. Well, I'm Rhys, some of you might know me, others might not. N-nonetheless you're all here for the same reason I'd assume, the creatures that appeared on the battlefield, the flier recruiting some braves to face them... If I'm wrong, please don't hurt me."
Rhys continued to pace from one end of the room to the other, his leather boots lightly kicking small bits of metal across the room as he did so. An ARC seeming more bird-like than reptilian quickly fluttered over the boy, landing on his shoulder and began to play a variety of melodies. This seemed to calm the overwhelmed kid down, he stood, facing the group and smiling brightly. He quickly made his way to a small shelf near the entryway to the Metals Room, a plated iron door that seemed to be reinforced quite heavily. Pulling from the shelf a sheet of paper which bore the insignia of each nation at it's back. Rhys read the paper to himself, quietly under his breath as he approached the group, then, as he reached a few feet in front of them the clockwork ARC on his shoulder scooped the paper from his hands holding it within the creation's beak as the boy read.
"In two days, each nation will send volunteers to the dormant battlefield. While the ceasefire that has been established is active, none of the voluntary parties, regardless of background, may harm one another throughout the duration of this period. The sole enemy will be the unknown monsters that have appeared, one is solely the main priority, being the large creature that appeared within the active warzone and caused discord for each of the nations while in combat. There are no special conditions for those who partake in this venture, the rate in which you annihilate this threat is advised to be quick and thus the quicker you return, the larger the reward's sum will be."
After the boy spoke the containing words of the paper, a flicker came from the bird's mouth causing the corner of the parchment to ignite, the small flame trailing down the words and leaving nothing left but fragments and ash. As a small white and grey pile formed below him, the ARC flapped a wing quickly sending the residue into the air.
"Now, any questions?"
Zhong - Thao 'Crimson Barracks'
Near the center of Thao, walking distance of the Empress' fortress and just beyond the riverbend is the Crimson Barracks. Here, the finest of Thao's military meet for strategic meetings, conferences, and other events that are needed to be within the capital. But today was a different event, the great General sat in the building alone, in silence, waiting for any kinsmen to open the door and volunteer for the task at hand. But there were none, and instead of waiting, he fell into a trance state.
The general didn't question if someone would come, but instead wondered why those who were interested took their time getting information on the matter. Or maybe this was overthinking things a bit much, the general had always been an inquisitive person, though still having doubts about the whole ceasefire. Commotion could be heard outside the barracks doors, there was no need to check, they would eventually make their way into the building.
A pair opened the wooden doors, entering the statue's domain, rather loudly to be precise. Fortunately the man seemed familiar, though not identifiable to be honest, nor was the girl who accompanied him. As they approached the general they quickly stated their reasoning for being there, why else would they flippantly approach him?
"Ah-yes, we'll wait for any other voluntary bodies. Once we have a few more we'll begin the explanation of this task."
