[IC] A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

[Restalaan]

Yang Bethlehem

@ShwiggityShwah Ozzy

She mentioned her journey and he nodded excitedly. "I've got a map! We should compare notes! I've been some places I couldn't think more highly of!" Treating her a bit like a tourist like him. "The nature. The history. The festivals!" He swooned. "Even the demon realm's got some fun spots... but mind the locals." he added.

@ShwiggityShwah

"I see, tell me more. I would like to see those places you recommended one day." Yang smiled excitedly and she listened to Ozzy, she also made a brief list on where to visit too. "But if you're planning to go to Zipangu, aside from the four temples, there's also the capital, famous dragon priestess and Hakutaku scholars."

Actually. Yang raised a brow as she settled an eye on Ozzy briefly as she assessed her. Noting the lack of horns that the Hakutaku has, she pondered if she was taught by one. "As I was saying, I think you'll like the Hakutaku scholars. They're kind of like you but study on everything. Whatever knowledge you want, they probably have an inkling on it."

"There's the Oni mountains too but I think you would want to go there last." She waved her hand at that, recalling the drunken tirades that occur daily.

"But the eel village near my temple are nice too, they serve the best dango." She recalled the local village close to their temple and sighed, so much things she missed there. "Oh, Dango is a sweet. My apologies."

She explained her temple and he nodded, snapping his fingers. "Ahh, so despite the focus on propriety, respect, martial prowess is something still to be strived for? I guess that's not so different from here." He listened to her talk about the master. He clapped his hands lightly when she proclaimed loudly the prowess of her master. "Sounds awesome, but also sounds kind of rough. I mean you're trying to just teach students and get better yourself and suddenly people out of the blue just want to fight you? Are they going to teach if they succeed? It doesn't make sense to me."

@ShwiggityShwah

"Haha, that's what it means to be the master. You carry the White Tiger temple reputation and quite literally, the face of the White Tiger." She said and then shrugged her shoulders when Ozzy asked what happens if one loses. "If the master lose, then that's that. The other person gets to proudly say, they won against the legendary master of the White Tiger temple."

"As for the master? Well, he'll still teach and be part of the temple but won't be eligible for taking the master title until he retrained himself to prove himself worthy again."

"But...if that really happens. I might actually be called back to the homeland." She rubbed the back of her head, and sighed at that with one eye closed. A feeling of annoyance but also apprehension sat in her guts.

After all, someone have to step up in an empty position that's been seated for so long.

He folded his arms and closed his eyes trying to think of the reasoning. Maybe it was just the culture.
"I guess there is the need for competition. I wonder if the same thing would happen here? Maybe your White Temple should expand." He grinned, thinking it would be a fun idea. "White Temple, Pravar Chapter." he announced with a wave of his hands. "Actually those fighting tournaments would be a very good outlet." Better than those super violent coliseums.

@ShwiggityShwah

"Oh no, no, I cannot do that. Personal teaching is one thing but opening a school branch on ones own?" Yang sat straight up as she leaned forward and waved her hands fervently. "That's taboo."

"But yes, the point of the fighting tournament is a test of martial skill and to improve oneself." She quickly turned to the new topic as she leaned backwards, recalling some of the more barbaric smaller coliseums and frowned at that. "Coliseums aren't my taste."

He directed his question back at her his hands cupped in his lap. "You said you were questing to increase your martial arts techniques. If you don't mind me asking, how does that work? Are you like the wondering hero? The beast hunter? The paragon of justice!" Despite the silly titles, he did make each sound pretty epic.

@ShwiggityShwah

"Well, the road to become a martial artist and a master is...beyond just physical. Even I don't know what's the next step." Yang features softened a bit as she realized just how large the difference between her and her master. "There are just some things fist can't solve, you know?

"Haha, that's too much of a praise. I'm merely a humble disciple seeking their path." She laughed it off and blushed slightly at that. "I suppose I'm the busy-body monk?"

"What about you? They call you the wandering scholar?"

@ZekariVoblis Teelfa

Yang turned to the new member and she rose up to bow towards her respectfully.

"Greetings, and welcome to our guild." She greeted her politely as she welcomed and made the latest addition of the guild comfortable. She even showed her an empty seat that she can take next to her.

"Don't be shy, make yourself at home.

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Ditzy Stoneclub

@AzureKnight@13org@PaulHaynek

Ditzy watched apprehensively even as the arrow soared, and it struck the apple. What Ditzy slowly realized was that Freyr actually did what Saburo asked, hit the apple with out piercing it.

He widened his eyes at that and brows climb to the top before he smiled as he jumped excitedly

"Amazing!"

Even after the ceremony, and mission as they hand it in. Ditzy had nothing but that image burned in his head as he mimicked Freyr posture, draw and release.

"Hey, hey, how you did that shot?" Ditzy asked Freyr eagerly like a child, he never really understood how's that possible. "Ditzy would probably break or snap the bow before that."

He felt envious of that, he never realized that such a thing was possible.

"But did you keep some of Saburo arrows? It feels...wrong to just give all his arrow out to them." Ditzy questioned, Saburo seemed so happy when talking about arrows and it didn't sit well to give it out to others so easily.

Not to mention it will make him sad, and he didn't wanted to make Saburo sad. He liked Saburo better than the couple. This still had nothing to do with trash as well, but Ditzy felt that no one will probably answer that.

Hearing the siren, Haley, spoke out had him waved at her in greetings. "Hello, Haley Wellington, I'm Ditzy Stoneclub!"

"I wanted to go and play with the other goblins here...but its late, and we haven't take dinner yet." He said when Haley asked on what they should do next.

Oh well. Ditzy can probably play with them the next day.

[Enkryption]

@PaulHaynek

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Too many noises. Too many smells. Too many opportunities. Annalise Xing “salivated” over the astounding scores of gears that just existed in the area directly before her. Dozens of targets, as lost in their own conversations; wearing her meal of choice. However, as an ambush predator and a dungeon specialist, Annalise didn’t have the skills required to take over a room full of people in grand combat... at least, not without wasting her reserves and endangering her meals. It had taken far too long to reach this location, and her reserves were lower than she liked -- for a human, it was equivalent to not eating for a week.

Even still, it was tempting... ‘Focus. Focus. Repairs. Prey always speak of repairing.’ Annalise recalled, as she hid herself out of sight; preparing her ambush, her attack. ‘Repair needs Food. Prey must have a... a... a Forge, Prey calls it.’ she thought. ‘Still, I can’t... walk in. Prey would attack Predator without thought. I must disguise myself.’ she decided, as her Reflection Core started to shine, as if polished, ‘Prey trust Prey.’ Annalise writhed for a moment, as she silently retched, and her throat stretched, as her jaw unhinged. From her mouth, a cobalt-hued gauntlet emerged, and dropped into her awaiting hands.

Piece by piece, she regurgitated a suit of armor; bulky from top to bottom, hued in glorious cobalt, beset with gems of ruby and emerald; it radiated power of old strength and ancient magic. Screwing up her eyes, she vomited a double-sided, warhammer with a head near the size of a house door; wrapped with rings of gold, silver, and platinum, and beset with sapphires and onyx stone. Silently panting, Annalise assembled the armor, and liquefied herself to embody it.

Rising to a titanic height of ten-feet, Annalise reached down, and took the hammer into her armored hand. ‘I only have a few minutes. This disguise won’t last long.’ Measured, almost cautiously so, Annalise walked back to the hall, and entered the mess hall proper. Through the room, she marched with a nearly a century’s worth of combat experience, and cast an aura of untouchable existence. It was all she could do, in order to avoid undesired contact, as she only sought out the kitchen -- or, rather, the forge. Her eyes surveyed a host of creatures she recognized from her dungeon life, as well as her benefactor; to whom she walked.

“Hail... no, Hark... no, Never mind...” Annalise mumbled to herself. “I have answered your summon, Leader of this Guild,” she says, voice muffled and bass-boosted to the nines, “I require use of your kitch – your forge.”

[Lmpkio]

@Silver Carrot, @13org, @AzureKnight, @PaulHaynek

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Titanica tried to beat off the heat through alternative means for as long as she could, but all it did was continue to attract more onlookers to their rather "bizarre" antics. Still she continues to fight off this overwhelming urge to mate in vain, almost grabbing a male onlooker who got a little too close to her. Then, in order to purge as much of the heat as possible, she began to breathe out reddish-orange fire from her drooling maw towards the ground, as if she was vomiting up to purge this vile feeling. Luckily it didn't burn through the floor or cause any massive explosion, but it failed to relieve her in any sense. Her forbidden areas meanwhile continued to swell and throb hastily.

Soon she realizes several other armored figures coming upon her location. The leading figure in red was a valkyrie and appeared to be the main guardsman for the town. Titanica soon directs her attention towards them, issuing out a snarl of conflicting decisions to view them as enemies that must be destroyed or potential lovers. As she continues to ponder which to do, the valkyrie announced the situation to the two heated monsters.

"Alright, you two. I don't know if you can hear me but this has happened before so don't worry, we know what to do. However, we will not be at fault for what happened to you here."

The Titan growled again as she clenched her swollen mammaries with intensifying vigor. She would look at her and then back at herself, then look at the valkyrie again. Then, having briefly snapped through the illusion of heat, she attempted to lunge at the valkyrie with a bellowing roar. Yet just before she could devour the armored woman - for the better or worse - she and Vara found themselves transported into one of the Shrine's rooms. She stumbled upon arriving, her brief moment of escape neutralized as she looked around the room in utter confusion. It was a bright pink room, filled with other comforting colors and had a very cute outlook. Titanica was never fond of "kawaii" cuteness, yet in her state it made this room rather bearable. Almost perfectly comfortable to sleep through the night.

And then came a voice. Her neck snapped towards the location of the sound as she turned around to greet the figure. And sitting on the bed just so happened to be Neil. Titanica began to analyze who he was, flickering vaguely in and out of her trance to recognize him. But just as the boy could perhaps see her come back to the real world, much to his dismay it appeared she didn't come back at all. In fact, she didn't view him as the young boy from the guild.

Oh no, no.

"Relief..." gurgled the massive woman, as her scaly tail flailed behind her, with lustful look towards him, "YOU... you will give me... relief..."

She then takes an ominous step forward, her arms spread out and her fingers curling rapidly as she began to descend upon her unsuspecting prey. And for the moment, she seemed to forget that Vara was even in the same room...

May the gods help him.

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@ShwiggityShwah

The Harpy attempted to sympathize with Morgan as he seemed to recognize what she was feeling.

"Yeah. How proud they'd be. Healing folks. Helping strangers. Bringing smiles. Not to mention eyes that literally light up the room. I've never heard of a Mothman, or many people actually, ever doing anything so, well... wonderful."

Morgan smiles lightly at this comment, with her antennae also showing this notion as they perked up slightly. This harpy was definitely an interesting fellow and someone who's both knowledgable as he was kind. There were some doctors she knew that were incredibly gifted and knowledgable in their work, yet their soul and empathy were nothing more than bleak husks of themselves. Thus they would either do their job without gratitude or simply be in it for the money. And then there were the low-life con-men, who do nothing but manipulate and milk out profits through any means necessary. It's sad really. Yet Ozzy, even though he wasn't a doctor himself, was way more positive. His interests in research and knowledge did indeed overlap somewhat with some of her own traits, although she has seen way many more things then even he couldn't imagine.

Suddenly, Morgan's curiosity perks up as she looks to Ozzy with a question.

"But enough about me," she finishes up her portion as her eyes began to glow vaguely in the light, "What do you do? I know you very much like to research, but what for? Documentation? Science? Maybe even as a lil' science hobby of yours?"

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@The Irish Tree, @PaulHaynek

Morgan overhead who Nephele was when being asked by the curious Harpy. She knew she was definitely a dragon but she couldn't place a finger on who she was exactly. It had been awhile since she brushed her knowledge upon dragons entirely, but she has definitely seen many back in her day. Some were small and child-like, while others were large titans who were legendary in power and strength, for the better or worse. Nephele mentioned she was a cave-dragon, those who typically lived in, well, caves or high in the mountains. They were much more numerous all those years ago, yet now they are a rare find, at least for her anyways. She also realizes that there was another dragon that had recently appeared in the guild, it being an ice variant. Ice dragons are relatively common up in the mountains or within the polar regions of the realm, so it was nothing special to her.

Shortly after their latest member was introduced, Nephele asked Morgan another question about Titanica.

"So, Morgan, how long did you know Titanica for?"

Her antennae perk up again as she turned towards the cave dragon.

"Oh we've known each other for thousands of years!" she casually blurts out, seemingly unaware of how long other creatures live, "Or well... a little less then a thousand because there was this whole "Great Dying" thing and then everyone just uh... well... yeah, I think you get the picture. But I thought I'd never get to see her again until you guys told me she still exists!"

Bart would soon walt up to her and began congradulating her on her efforts.

"And what about you, Miss Moth? Morgan right?"

"Morgan, yes. What can I do for you?"

"I'd like to thank you for healing Talia. How'd you meet Neil and the others in Mahigan anyway? The village isn't large but I think it's unlikely that you two just bumped into each other in the village."

Morgan would chuckle at that statement lightly before responding.

"Oh it's nothing at all!" she responds happily, yet humbly, "One of your members - uh, Neil, I think was his name? - yeah, he just found me by chance and showed me towards the cyclops. I healed her and they told me about this place - and my bestie of course - and here I am!"

The Guildmaster would then mention something interesting to note.

"That reminds me, we also have Mothman members recently but they had to leave due to some family matters, I think."

"Really?" she asked curiously as her antennae perked up, "I suppose they happened to be the new-type, yeah? They're like, the most common type around these parts. Like, technically I'm a Mothman as well, but I'm what you would call... how to put this... the 'original' variant? Dunno how we parted ways, although I'm curious to know how..."

And once again, Bart would mention about her and her connections to Titanica.

"Also, you're looking for Titanica? What do you need with her?"

"I must reunite with her!" she blurts out as she stretches her arms upwards, "We've been friends for a long time and I wasn't sure if she was still around. But since she's here, I might as well catch up with how she's doing!"

[13org]

Bast Ragoczy

As the effects of the aphrodisiacs began taking effect, Bast realized that, just like Gina had said... they were... strong... really strong. While it was evident that both girls wouldn't stop until they found what they were looking for, things were getting rather dangerous... Especially seeing how Titanica reacted to the aphrodisiacs on the food, looking around like a wild beast searching for a prey and Vară, who had revealed her true demon form, covered with a bright red aura.

Even Bast, who was accustomed in always hiding his reactions and keeping the same façade, couldn't hide his surprise, raising his eyebrows and giving a step back. He might be a powerful mage, but he was still made of flesh and bones...

"This... might get really dangerous..." he muttered to himself. But as he was about to turn to Eilidh and take her outside, away from all that confusion, she came to him first, scolding him for his provocative behavior.

He listened carefully to her scolding, without taking his eyes away from both Vară and Titanica.

"Yes my dear, I understand my dear, I'm sorry, my dear. I promise I will be more careful next time, my dear." Bast said, lowering his head and listening as she continued vehemently scolding him.

"While I would love to hear your scolding, I do think that we need to get out of here... This might become a bit more dangerous than just a small prank made by a certain Ghandarva..." Bast said, just as Eilidh grabbed his arm and started walking away. After walking for a while, they finally got away from all the noise and arrived somewhere where Eilidh's enhanced senses weren't receiving an overloading amount of stimuli.

"Eilidh, my dear. I know you worry about my personal safety, but I'm a mage. We are known for always being prepared... There is a reason why people dislike us mages... Our machinations and schemes are quite infamous..." Bast said, with a chuckle.

"And please, don't be mad! I was merely provoking both girls. After all, the situation they got themselves in was a result of their own lack of decorum and attention... Although I do know that my sense of humour might be... a little twisted sometimes... I promise you that I wasn't seriously flirting with them, my dear." Bast said, gently holding Eilidh's hands.

"Leaving all this aside, you're worrying yourself with my safety, but you're not exactly well yourself, are you?" Bast asked, gently putting his hand on her forehead, taking her temperature.

"It was a long, tiring day. If that wasn't enough, a centaur's senses are much keener than a human's. All this... stimuli... including the aphrodisiacs certainly are proving to be rather difficult to deal with, am I wrong?" Bast asked. It was clear that Eilidh wasn't being herself right now.

"There is still time, my lady. Don't look down." he said, gently raising her head after she said that the trip looked almost wasted.

"I happened to take a glance on a rather beautiful garden near the outskirts of the city the last time we came here. Surely, it won't be as... crowded... as the city and I'm certain that under the light of the moon it should be quite a sight." he said, with a calming, melodic voice.

"What do you say, my dear? The night breeze, the scent of the flowers and the full moon, replete with stars surely will make your evening much better. Think of it as a way for me to thank you for always taking care of me, worrying about me and apologizing myself to you." he finished, gently taking her hand and leading her towards the garden.

@PaulHaynek @Silver Carrot

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Freyr

The second Freyr shot his arrow, he already knew it would hit the target. Making it so the arrow wouldn't completely pierce the apple, while using his bow was a bit tricky, seeing how Vieran bows were built with quite a lot of power, made for hunting big games. To do it so, he had to use less than half of the bow's total power. Even under such pressure, with Lord Saburo's challenge and most others with their weapons already drawn, Freyr's expression didn't change.

The outcome wasn't decided by 'luck'. It was a pure display of not only skill, but instinct. After successfully completing Saburo's challenge and being awarded some of his arrows, they went to deliver them to the weird couple from before. After receiving their reward from an overjoyed elderly couple, they were finally done with the request.

"I said I wouldn't miss." Freyr said, with a confident smile after he heard Haley joking about doubting him.

"Oh, and don't worry about having doubted me!" Freyr said, laughing.

"You've never seen Vieras hunting in the forest before, have you? Believe-me, the creatures hiding within the vieran woods are way more dangerous than foreign warriors on an archery competition..." he said, laughing.

Haley then proceeded to turn to both Ditzy and Nagare, introducing herself to them. It was only then that Freyr realized that it was her first time meeting the newcomers.

"If that's true, that also applies for me and you, right Haley?" Freyr asked, raising an eyebrow, provoking her.

"Maybe I should make you help me reenact Lord Saburo's challenge when we get back at the guild to show the others..." Freyr said, laughing.

Other than Haley's always cheerful behavior, Freyr couldn't help but let out a smile as he heard Ditzy as he talked excitedly about the challenge, mimicking his movements when he shot his bow. His curiosity, not only about the shot itself but on how Freyr did that was really refreshing.

"Using a bow is not about strength, but dexterity and technique. In my case, Vieras are known to be amongst the most fearsome hunters there is. Wielding a bow or even daggers became almost instinctive to us." Freyr started answering some of Ditzy's questions.

"Well... I won't lie... using a Vieran bow requires quite a bit of strength, seeing how our muscles and our bodies are different from a human's." Freyr said.

"If I made a smaller version of a Vieran bow to you, I'm sure you would be able to draw it without problem, Ditzy, seeing how strong you are. And you wouldn't need to be careful for it not to snap or break." Freyr said, showing him his own bow.

"It would be... tricky searching for vieran wood and the right materials to make it, but if we find it, I could make one without much problem. You do have the strength to use it. If you wanted, I could teach you Vieran archery. It's quite a bit different than the archery one uses for a competition though, but it's effectiveness is unparalleled." He concluded.

When Ditzy asked about Saburo's arrows, Freyr made a thoughtful expression before replying.

"I don't think that strange couple would try to replicate or sell Saburo's arrows... Even though I don't understand his fixation to keep his arrows design a secret... I mean... I shot them in the competition. Even though I don't have them anymore, as a skilled fletcher, I could replicate them myself..." Freyr said, still trying to understand why Saburo protected his arrows to such extent.

"But that hardly matters now. Regarding what we will do now, It's up to you." Freyr said, looking to Nagare, Haley and Ditzy.

"I mean... It's not like I have anything to do right now other than returning to the guild. I'm fine with whatever is your choice." he concluded, with a smile.

@PaulHaynek @Restalaan

[The Irish Tree]

@PaulHaynek
FF5353

Magnus...didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything. Not because nothing came to mind, but rather that far too much was racing through his brain. Regrets, anxiety, sadness, millions of apologies and half as many excuses. There wasn't a single thing that he could say as he balled his fists tightly. Talia would leave, and the image of her saddened smile, that forced, apologetic smile, burned in his mind as he bit his lower lip in frustration. He sunk his head low, shoulders quivering as he actively pushed back tears as he ascended the stairs back up to his and Freyr's room, leaving his dinner half finished.

As soon as he was inside, Magnus broke. Childishly, he buried his face against a pillow as he let his emotions flow out, silently weeping into his pillow. The entire thing would soon be soaked, wet with his sorrows before he would slowly rise up and roll over, eyes puffy and red. Looking up at the ceiling, Magnus held his hand up slowly, making out its outline in the darkness as he simply breathed in, then out. In, then out. Forcing himself to try and remain calm, Magnus just focused on that outline, that shape, the memories of a similar hand that had at one point in time held his and rolled onto his side.

"...Father...what does it mean, to be strong? I-Is strength...never feeling sad like this?" he asked to the lifeless room around him, his large frame curling up as he remembered all that training, all that physical work that despite his efforts, still left him cowardly and emotionally unstable. His physical power didn't mean anything...every fight he'd been in with something smarter than a wild animal had ended in his defeat, and now he wasn't even strong enough to handle how he FELT.

Rising up to a sitting position, Magnus thought about his position, about the pitiful state he was in, and realized just how much he was dragging down anybody that would team up with him. His helmet, in the two halves that composed it, lied on the nightstand beside him, gleaming ever so softly in the light of the moon shining in the window. Taking it in his hands, Magnus resolved himself to something for the first time in a while. His hands clasped the two pieces of the helmet onto his head, and he would quickly head out without saying a word for anything. He needed to be alone right now...someplace less warm, less comforting. Right now he didn't need to cry softly into his pillow like a girl getting her heart broken. Right now he needed to temper himself; For his own benefit, and for others. At least, that's what he would tell himself as he left to camp out in the thick woods near the guild.

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@PaulHaynek,@ShwiggityShwah,@Lmpkio (MOR), @Enkryption
A9A9A9

Nephele was...really quite surprised by Morgan's answer, as well as Ozzy's abundant enthusiasm. It was then she realized that, as she suspected, normal people tended to steer clear of the guild. Her surprise was...well, very apparent given that she seemed to just stare at Morgan for a moment. "Oh, er...that is...quite a lot of time." she said, completely convinced that she wasn't a mothman at all, at this point. Neil however made a comment about Talia leaving, which had her watch. Something had clearly happened, but...she knew so little about Talia, save for her profession and future goals. She wasn't a friend in a realistic sense, just a workplace acquaintance. As such, Talia would need a true friend by her side...but it seemed the only one she had stormed upstairs to his room. It was a tough situation to be sure, but...there wasn't anything Nephele could do but remain positive.

Neil's jumbled questions and words forced a smile to Nephele's face as she gently tussled his hair, chuckling a bit. "Neil, there's no need to worry. You're as normal as anybody, and just as special. As for research, sadly I didn't have time to make any progress before dinner. But, going back into Mahigan to find more books for material would make sense. Ozzy seems incredibly resourceful for this type of work, so perhaps we should ask him." she said, keeping the last part to a hushed whisper, not wanting to push Neil to explaining his entire life story to the owl harpy. Seeing a new member, Nephele resolved herself to making an impression, standing up after she'd hear Neil's thoughts on the matter.

Nephele strode over to the towering figure, astonished by their height and weapon. She was wondering when she'd finally see someone bigger than Titania and Magnus, and well...guess that was now. Standing beside Bart, she gave a friendly wave to the armored visitor, a bit too close for comfort as she was literally an inch away from Annalise's elbow. "Hello there. If you'd like, I can give you a tour of our guild, Mister...?" she offered, sniffing slightly. Strange...this visitor seemed to lack a scent, save for the fine, immaculate armor they wore. Annalise would see that Nephele was completely lacking in metal bits to eat, and as such likely wouldn't prove to be very tasty at all.

[Silver Carrot]

Eilidh nodded, as the clear air was calming her down and returning her to normal. "I know. I know you weren't actually flirting, and could take care of yourself. I..." She started, before Bast took her hands and meeped, bracing herself from, well, herself. After a second, she realised that her senses had cleared enough that holding hands wouldn't send her the exact same kind of violent lust she had tried to protect Bast from. Relieved, she listened to Bast as he continued.

He was right. She was tired, and she had been heavily affected by the sights and smells of Eros. She needed a long night's rest. The Centaur nodded. "No, you are correct. And thank y-" She started before she stopped again, as Bast was lifting her chin and looking right into her eyes. The muscular, towering Centaur was suddenly blushing and stammering like a maiden.

"That...that sounds wonderful..."

@13org

[AzureKnight]

Vară Riemsianne

@PaulHaynek @Lmpkio @Silver Carrot @13org

Vară tried her damnedest to stave off the flames emanating from her body, holding her crotch trying to cope with the feeling of copulation that was quickly overtaking her. She struggled to hold back her moans so as not to attract onlookers, though it didn't matter since the bright heat she was giving off made it all meaningless. Some of the on-goers started to worry that she was going to burn down some of the stands. Vară began to lose herself, her mind giving into her demonic instincts. Soon, she stopped struggling and just stood there in the middle of the street, as if in a daze or some sort of trance.

The demoness barely paid attention to the Valkyrie who began speaking to them, ignoring her words almost completely. Vară then began to search for a male specimen to sate her carnal desires, her eyes filled with a sinister ardor. However, she would soon find herself taken to another scene altogether. A pink frilly room filled to the brim with hearts and other prissy things. She took a moment to ascertain her surroundings, not sure what was going on. However, a sudden voice drew her undivided attention...

It seems that where they where, Neil was apparently brought there with them. Neil sat there, completely bewildered by what was transpiring. He then asked what was wrong with her and Titanica, who at this point Vară has completely forgotten was even here. The demoness, of course, didn't even comprehend the boy's word. Right now, the person standing in front of Neil wasn't Vară Riemsianne, just a demon seeking a meal. Her eyes disturbingly widen as she began to slowly walk toward the young guildsman.

"...Release. You...you will...give me release...", said the demoness as she crept closer to her quarry.

Vară didn't know the young man very well, probably not even speaking to him when she first introduced herself to the guild. But tonight, if fate didn't see Neil out of this situation, the demoness may perform a 'contract' with the boy.

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Nagare

@PaulHaynek @13org @Restalaan

Nagare held her heart as she let out a sigh of relief as Freyr's shot stopped dead in the apple, not striking down Lord Saburo. After the Lord happily gave the team the prized arrows, they returned to the old couple and collected their reward. Alright, I completed my first guild quest! Nagare gleefully thought to herself. She still didn't quite understand the minds of the couple, but it didn't seem to matter in the end.

Nagare nervously chuckled at Haley's playful statement. "Oh, I see. Well, all I ask it that you be gentle with us."

The young dragon listened intently at Freyr's explanation of his bowmanship. She then thought about what they should do now that the mission was over. "Well, Freyr...if you don't mind, I'd like to hear more about your people. I know very little about humans, but even less about your people! I mean, if it's alright with you..."

Nagare wanted to learn much about the outside world, but she wasn't quite good at talking with people as of yet.

[Enkryption]

Lacking her sensory puddle, Annalise didn't have a heads up on Nephele’s approach, until she spoke. As soon as she did, she had to resist the overwhelming urge to slam her hammer into the friendly face, as she didn't remember just what it even did; honestly, she didn't even remember what the armor did. It was just a selection to push people to the side, and keep them there. Evidently, Nephele didn't work on the same system of thought, as she stood close enough that she could be “eaten" with ease.

Internally, the Mimic Slime worked out her approach. 'Drake? No, Dragon? Maybe, Drake? No, no, definitely Dragon. She isn't wearing anything yummy. Fabric is so boring. Poor tailoring. Gross,’ she thought. 'What am I supposed to say? Hello? That's common. She speaks with the Common tongue. That's good.’ Annalise decided, “That would be beneficial, Hatchling.”

‘... ... ... why did I say that!?’ Annalise panicked after a moment, having called Nephele a baby. ‘She’s older than a mere Hatchling! She's has to be a Young Adult, are least! I forget myself! Not everyone is near to a century old, Annalise,’ she scolded herself, 'Save face. Save face. How, though?’ Annalise shifted, and offered her best, “If you've time to humour a doddering old woman, that is.”

'When in doubt, return the insult upon yourself,’ Annalise thought, as that's all she could figure to do: attempt levity, and just try to seem human until she found the forge, and could made her nest to hide in.

---

@The Irish Tree

[ShwiggityShwah]

Yang

"I see, tell me more. I would like to see those places you recommended one day." Yang smiled excitedly and she listened to Ozzy, she also made a brief list on where to visit too. "But if you're planning to go to Zipangu, aside from the four temples, there's also the capital, famous dragon priestess and Hakutaku scholars."

@Restalaan

Familiar with the name Ozzy had felt giddy, his head swimming with what could only be imagined as another world full of beauty and splendor and exotic beauty. The prospect was akin to giving a child some cake to talk about the wonderful places of the world. He felt at his hip and back. "Oh where is my journal."

He remembered that back in the sitting room he left his backpack and gear, he looked in that direction and raised a hand as if to mock a reach. "It's so far..." He looked back her shrugging. "Alright, I'll do the best I can to describe them and make mental notes." He said with a big grin.

He sat with his head in his hand, an elbow on the table, she had his attention.

"As I was saying, I think you'll like the Hakutaku scholars. They're kind of like you but study on everything. Whatever knowledge you want, they probably have an inkling on it."

@Restalaan

He got taken aback. "Oh I know one. Auntie Fanah'ho!" He pulled it back, looking a little embarrassed as he raised a hand to his mouth and exhaled to calm down. "I mean- Fanah'ho. Family friend. She worked with my mom maintaining our village library, trading books." He crossed his arms as he nodded. "Lucky. Hakutaku have some kind ancesteral knowledge passing magic... thing... Fanah'ho used to lord it over us whenever we were on a project. He snorted, suddenly remembering a humorous time. " Said we'd get all the answers if I'd be her husband. I was like fifteen, who does that?" He shrugged, sighing and shaking his head. "Obviously. Some of us have to do things the old fashioned way."

"There's the Oni mountains too but I think you would want to go there last." She waved her hand at that, recalling the drunken tirades that occur daily.
"But the eel village near my temple are nice too, they serve the best dango." She recalled the local village close to their temple and sighed, so much things she missed there. "Oh, Dango is a sweet. My apologies."

@Restalaan

"Oni Mountains. Eel Village... Err, Temples, Eel Village, Oni Mountains. Got it." He returned the favor trying to think up some of the choice spots. He set his finger to his chin, stroking it gently. "Hmm, let me think. Oh yeah. Chanta! It's a little town to the east nestled in these endless orchards of willow trees. At the beginning of summer, all of them blossom into white and red flowers and buds grow into these floral fairies. The Chantans have a summer long festival to welcome them." Not having his book on hand, he cupped his hand and closed his eyes as if to picture it. "Its like the entire village is covered in blossoms on every wall, and every street. So romantic."

He opened his eyes as it segwayed to another memory. "Another one is Madame Enki. She resides in the Demon Realm as a titanic Frog. I mean huge! She swims through the deserts of the realm carrying a city on her back. From the distance, you see these building sized tents and lights and these weird spinning wheel and train contraptions and you can hear the laughter from the other side of the horizon. I tried to catch up but she was too fast. Sounds like alot of people were having some fun though." He seemed disappointed but followed it up proudly. "Occasionally she shows up on the outskirts of human cities. Her arrival is akin to a circus coming to town. But I imagine probably alot wilder. There's no way to know yet where she turns up but someday I'll see it."

He could go on and on for hours if he must but Ozzy was always more interested in people and their stories. It was that curiousity he always had. And everyone had such a rich story to tell.

"If the master lose, then that's that. The other person gets to proudly say, they won against the legendary master of the White Tiger temple."

@Restalaan

He made a little interested hoot. "Oh. Well that doesn't sound too bad."

"As for the master? Well, he'll still teach and be part of the temple but won't be eligible for taking the master title until he retrained himself to prove himself worthy again."

@Restalaan

Sounding and visually looking a bit more dejected. "Oooh, thats a bit worse."

She spoke of going back, and he got the impression that it would be bad... He could imagine that maybe she would need to protect the temple, or fight so that it reclaimed its master. He figured losing the master would be a kin to losing the boss or an organization. What would happen to the students? The temple. Ozzy completely understood her feelings of that.

The topic of the fighting came up but Ozzy got a sense that she wasn't interested, which made sense. Maybe the marital arts were for self defense, discipline, and self improvement. He was treating it like some kid who wanted to kick things and felt a little silly about bringing it up. Yang seemed so kind. He'd imagine she wouldn't hurt a fly if she could avoid it.

"Well, the road to become a martial artist and a master is...beyond just physical. Even I don't know what's the next step." Yang features softened a bit as she realized just how large the difference between her and her master. "There are just some things fist can't solve, you know?

@Restalaan

His hypothesis was confirmed. She was a student, a student in body mind and maybe even spirit. A step beyond what he is. He could argue that sometimes a fist helps but that wasn't his nature either. Everything can be solved with logic and words and commitment to teamwork.
He raised his hands and brought them out to her as if presenting her to the world, the flaps of his wings following in the motion slightly.

"Thank you." He said as if she put into words something he's been trying to tell people forever. "I know exactly what you're getting at. You're letting the world be your teacher as you find out about yourself and how you can change it. Its almost like reading. Its good to know how to do things, and how they work but if you don't get out there and apply it, or teach it, or build it; whats the point? I've been trying to do the same thing. Except all I got is my noggin and a sunny disposition to try to make things happen." He bapped his head in an attempt to be cute and funny.

"Haha, that's too much of a praise. I'm merely a humble disciple seeking their path." She laughed it off and blushed slightly at that. "I suppose I'm the busy-body monk?"

@Restalaan

The description made him laugh covering his mouth with his forearm. "That also works."

---

Morgan

"Oh we've known each other for thousands of years!" she casually blurts out, seemingly unaware of how long other creatures live, "Or well... a little less then a thousand because there was this whole "Great Dying" thing and then everyone just uh... well... yeah, I think you get the picture. But I thought I'd never get to see her again until you guys told me she still exists!"

@Lmpkio

With a pardon to Yang for getting it the middle of their interruption, Ozzy's attention went to the cordial and friendly doctor Morgan. The words she spoke of were --- strange...

Thousands of years...?

The GREAT DYING!?

What would a mothman be doing with such knowledge? Was she a history buff too? Why did she seem to speak so forward, so intimately about it. Sure she kept a stiff upper lip and a smile while talking about her friend, it was really quite strange. Ozzy's brows noticably raised as he listened in on the conversation between her and bart.

"Really?" she asked curiously as her antennae perked up, "I suppose they happened to be the new-type, yeah? They're like, the most common type around these parts. Like, technically I'm a Mothman as well, but I'm what you would call... how to put this... the 'original' variant? Dunno how we parted ways, although I'm curious to know how..."

@Lmpkio

Ozzy' couldn't keep his trap shut. He piped in. He was a little unsure because now he was looking at Morgan differently. Not exactly sure what he's suspicious of but he chose his words carefully. "Well, even before the Demon King used her magic to convert the monsters of the world and changed the mana lines, there's been evolutionary correlations and sub-genus' of monster species. Magical, biological, or evolutionary adaptation could lead to miraculous and unnaturally fast changes." He was going to mention that they could be just an off shoot of your 'species' but he wasn't exactly sure what Morgan was. A mothman doesnt have such an expanded life span
to claim thousands of years. Thats the realms of dragons, undead, demons, and golems.

He wanted to know more, but- to bring up something with her family, it hardly seemed the time.

---

"But enough about me," she finishes up her portion as her eyes began to glow vaguely in the light, "What do you do? I know you very much like to research, but what for? Documentation? Science? Maybe even as a lil' science hobby of yours?"

@Lmpkio

"What about you? They call you the wandering scholar?"

@Restalaan

@The Irish TreeNephele @PaulHaynekBart, Neil @ZekariVoblisTeelfa :within Earshot)

The Wandering Scholar?

Hmm, he closed his eyes again, lowering his head, looking kind of cool for a split second. "I like the sound of that." He then laughed as the conversations went back to him. His cheeks red from the mirth of the room. He felt like he was surrounded by friends. He settled down and began his head addressing Morgan and Yang, and anyone else whom settled their eyes on him, a reaction to feel like everyone is included "As fun as a general savant would be, I actually do have a goal I'm working for."
He looked away from the group for a moment and thought. "How do I word this?" He had to do it repeatedly but it was still such a foreign concept. "An anthropologist is the study of human societies both past and present. And considering the cultural implications, that also includes monsters who have very interesting social structures as well. Present company not withstanding." He made a wave towards Morgan, towards Nephele, towards Teelfa, each from a different species that may have a profound effects on the world and how human respond to it.

"My mom and dad studied the same thing I do now, so I guess it's a family buisness." he shrugged sheepishly. "If I can quote my dad. We're currently undergoing a pretty interesting time, with the Demon King wanted to engage in relations with human kingdoms, the Order losing some of its military support, trade with the dwarves, the elves. The world itself could be entering a renaissance of economic and political connections. There could be less wars, and more growth, but these processes need to be slow or you'll have political instability and prejudice. And lets face it, some monsters just aren't civilized enough to function in a communal society. Theres alot of factors to consider that someone like me dedicates myself to studying and resolving."

"So, right now. My mother and father are in Whitewall trying to get support for something they are calling an embassy. A place where political leaders can talk out their problems rather than fighting about it, and I'm taking up their field work, traveling to observe and record on a personal level how folks interact and live. On occasion, I can offer someone help, consulting on constructions, negotiations, or offering solutions to distant villages that others have figured out. But mostly it's trying to figure out how a particular human and monster can live together. It feels more like matchmaking most of the time then anything useful but regardless."

"That's why I'm actually here at this guild. To learn about how monsters and humans work together outside of the household. How they cooperate in martial, intellectual, economic, or labor pursuits. So, I'm hoping at some point to publish my findings and maybe become a teacher. Every village on the planet is going to need human monster experts as relationships develop and there is cohabitation. Considering the latent abilities and talents of some monsters, I'm hoping to facilitate some symbiosis. And hopefully, maybe make a difference? We'll see. D-did that make sense?" He cocked his head to one side, his bird like features becoming temporarily more apparent.

@EnkryptionAnnalise

On que, the dinner was interrupted by a massive armored knight? Woman? Ozzy, like the others addressed the new comer and as typical she was given a greeting and a welcome. Apparently she needed the forge, making sense considering the size of the armor. Still, what kind of battle was something like her going to? Or maybe the monster was the armor, Ozzy covered his mouth, wondering if he read the passages about Living Armor's or golems correctly. The bit of levity between her and Nephele broke his train of thought though it was still peculiar. Regardless, he stood up, a new lady entering the room. He gave the woman a tip of his head in a bow and a wave, adding in another smiling face that would greet the stranger. Ozzy wished she wasn't exhausted under all that metal.

It sparked a question, though he directed it at Bart. "Master Bart, you mentioned that you were almost up to your previous numbers, how many would that be? Because honestly." He smiles, again showing that odd pride he did knowing that he discovered such a diamond with this guild. "It seems like your door is always open. Is it always this busy with visitors and members, and clients in need?"

[The Irish Tree]

@Enkryption
A9A9A9
Annalise could sense the faintest sense of malice emanate from Nephele at the mention of "hatchling", before it quickly faded as Nephele tried her best not to remember a former person in armor that had grossly underestimated her. However, she smiled slightly at the insult being turned towards Annalise herself. "I have time. Come, let's give you a proper tour of the Guild's facilities," she said, before leading Annalise in the OPPOSITE direction of the forge, figuring that she'd naturally want to see the rooms first, which lacked metal, then back downstairs for the bathroom which was largely porcelain, which hid the juicy iron the hidden slime so sought. After the stables, the piece de resistance would come in the form of Nephele walking her into the forge.

"And here is where guild members maintain their equipment, or request that those with the adequate skills create new items for them. Judging from your armor, you will be frequenting this little stop quite a lot, Miss...oh my." Nephele said, a bit embarrassed at never having asked for the woman's name. "My apologies, what was your name again?" the dragoness would ask, still too close for comfort, her eyes practically shimmering as she took in the substantial value of the armor Annalise bore. And that hammer...she had to restrain herself from trying to touch the gem-encrusted metals before her, just on account of their majesty. If Annalise looked real hard, she'd see Nephele's tail swishing behind her, betraying her rather stoic facial expression.

[PaulHaynek]

~@Restalaan (DIT), @AzureKnight (NAG), @13org (FYR)~

"If that's true, that also applies for me and you, right Haley? Maybe I should make you help me reenact Lord Saburo's challenge when we get back at the guild to show the others..."

Freyr

"Hey, you were only in the Guild for a day before I joined." Haley retorted. "We're practically the same in seniority."

"Well if no one's heading anywhere, I say we head back to the guild." The Siren declared and with that, the guild members returned to the headquarters, reaching it by midnight with almost everyone already asleep, leaving them little to do but tuck in for the night as well.

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~@Silver Carrot, @13org (BST)~

Eilidh and Bast spent a little more time in each other's company at the beautiful, romantic gardens of the Shrine-Town Of Eros. They were mostly alone, allowing them to enjoy the scenery and each other with little disturbance.

Whether something happened there or not, the two eventually returned to the Guild. They reached it very late into the night with almost everyone asleep already. With little else to do, Bast and Eilidh also retired for the night.

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~@Lmpkio (TCA), @AzureKnight (VRA)~

"Relief... YOU... you will give me... relief..."

Titanica

"...Release. You...you will...give me release..."

Vară Riemsianne

"Huh?" Neil could only watch in terror and confusion as Titanica and Vară both converged on the boy like predators to their prey. "Hey, hey! Wait just a second!"

Neil backed away from the feral-like Titanica and Vară but he did not see the large bed behind him and so stumbled into the mattress. It was the cue for Titanica and Vară to begin their much needed release. The two monsters joined the boy on the bed and pounced on him, beginning their long night of pleasure and ecstasy.

Having surrendered themselves to their instincts, Titanica and Vară did not let up on Neil and kept going at it again and again with seemingly limitless stamina and lust. Neil stopped protesting after the fourth round and surrendered himself to the two monsters, his mind eroded by Titanica's and Vară's bodies who took turns on him. While the monsters were usually on top, Neil took the initiative some of the time.

The three guild members would soon get tired and plop on the bed, tired and exhausted, drifting almost instantly to sleep.

---

~@ShwiggityShwah, @The Irish Tree (NEP), @Lmpkio (MOR), @Restalaan (YNG), @ZekariVoblis, @Enkryption~

"Neil, there's no need to worry. You're as normal as anybody, and just as special. As for research, sadly I didn't have time to make any progress before dinner. But, going back into Mahigan to find more books for material would make sense. Ozzy seems incredibly resourceful for this type of work, so perhaps we should ask him."

Nephele Francine Megalos III

"Yeah, you're right. Ozzy looks like he might know a thing or two." Neil replied. "Neph... thanks again, for helping me out. I hope... I hope we can find something." He added.

"Master Bart, you mentioned that you were almost up to your previous numbers, how many would that be? Because honestly. It seems like your door is always open. Is it always this busy with visitors and members, and clients in need?"

Ozzy Skyway

"Oh, there were many of us. I don't remember exactly how many, but there were many. We had this Dullahan girl, this Shoggoth girl, there was even a Lich. Honestly, it felt like a really long time ago." Bart replied. "And well, this place isn't very busy once everyone's out doing quests. If that's what you're asking."

The night and the conversations eventually ended and the guild members went to their rooms. Bart said he would arrange once again who goes with who in the rooms soon.

Meanwhile, Annalise probably engorged herself on whatever materials the Guild's forge has to offer. However, she also got the feeling that what she consumed belonged to somebody.

---THE NEXT DAY---

~@ShwiggityShwah, @The Irish Tree (NEP), @Lmpkio (MOR), @Restalaan (YNG & DIT), @ZekariVoblis, @Enkryption, @Silver Carrot, @13org (BST & FYR), @AzureKnight (NAG)~

The next morning had arrived, another day for the Guild. The skies are mostly clear and the Sun had bathed the area with an orange tint. The guild members were assembled at the Main Hall.

"Looks like it's gonna be a great day today." Bart remarked at the sunlight shining through the windows. "Here's our income yesterday."

{INCOME YESTERDAY}
{@The Irish Tree (MAG) & @Restalaan (YNG): 0 G}
{@13org (BST), [@SilverCarrot], @Lmpkio (TCA) & @AzureKnight (VRA): 0 G}
{@Restalaan (DIT), @AzureKnight (NAG) & @13org (FYR): 100 G}

"It's not... it's not much." Bart muttered. "And we need money for repairs on our building..."

Haley took to the air and did a headcount on the guild members. "Say, has anyone seen Titanica and the fire Demon girl? They didn't return last night, did they?"

"I don't think they did." Bart replied. "Anyhow, after you all eat breakfast you can head over to the request board and begin tackling the requests. Meanwhile, I'll be heading over to Ambran to see if there are any crews and firms that can repair the hole on our wall." The guild master said before leaving.

Haley took a look at the quest board. "Some of these quests don't look they pay well. We might have to tackle the Varjo-related ones." She suggested. "I mean, Bart won't like it but..."

-----MAIN QUESTS-----

Liberation, At Any Price

Glorious Guild! We are part of the rebellion and we need your help! Our strategists have come up with a brilliant ambush for the Varjans that are reinforcing the garrison in Sonarra. However, we need more manpower for this so we ask for your help.

Posted by: Felipe de Santa Anna

Neil's Comments: Oh boy. More Varjo business. Go if you'd like but then I don't think Bart will be too happy about it. Maybe follow my advice about it and maybe we can make our presence there discreet?

The Great Escape

Guild! It is me again, Maria Corazon. The Order in Pravar has caught some Sonarrans who have ran away from Varjo and are transporting them back to the accursed city to gain favor from Joshua. Please rescue them and take them to Boreal Port. I will wait for you there.

It is best that you wait for them on the road below Valoras Woods. Good luck!

Posted by: Maria Corazon

Neil's Comments: Well... More Varjan business. Although this won't take us anywhere near Varjo or any Varjans. Hopefully. I'd expect Pravarian escort though so... knights I guess?

-----SIDE QUESTS-----

Alike In Dignity 2

Greetings Guild. I am Natalie of a noble house in Ambran who have been wronged a few days ago. Our hard-earned carriage has been destroyed by, no doubt, a known rival family.

We ask for help in their deserved retribution. We shall meet at the watchtower located north of Ambran.

Posted by: Lady Natalia

Who Are You To Judge?

Oh, please dear sirs and ma'ams! My love has been stolen from me! She's been taken to Boreal Port. You've got to help me. I'm in a farm in the south outskirts of Ambran. You can go to me if you need more details. I beg for your help.

Posted by: Jeb Blanck

Neil's Comments: Could this be a kidnapping of sorts? You guys better be careful.

Ambran First!

Hello there, civilized guild people. Our Ambran is a proud, independent city free from monster or Order influence. However, that doesn't mean we welcome just anyone. People who want to live here needs to adopt local customs and speak the local language and let go of their old lives and tradition.

We are the Ambran First. We make sure that foreigners who do not live like Ambrans don't stay here. But we are few in number and requests aid. You can meet us in the southers outskirts of our glorious Ambran.

Postes by: Joseph Moon

Fetch Quest

Hey guys, it's me again!

I request that one of you assist me in gathering special ingredients to make a special brew for a special someone who especially needs it. Come meet me in Mahigan and we'll head off to Lokdar Swamp.

Posted by: The one! The only! Ian North!

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~@Lmpkio (TCA), @AzureKnight (VRA)~

Titanica and Vară soon woke, naked, on the bed. Their lust and instinct have been sated and their reason and personality restored. Neil himself was still passed out and unconscious between the two monsters, somehow still appearing fine despite the... ferocity of Titanica and Vară from the previous night.

The closed curtains of the room blocked the morning light but was enough to illuminate the room somewhat. There was a couple of knocks on the door and in came a familiar face. "Hey there." Gina quietly greeted Titanica and Vară. "You know, I really thought that gentleman would get into a foursome with you and the Centaur but she dragged the man away before you two could do anything."

"Well, how are you guys feeling? Can I get you three anything?" Gina sincerely asked.

[Enkryption]

Annalise had appeared in the Guild’s Main Hall... no longer adorned in the towering giant in armor of old and magic, but a sleek, form-fitting armor made of segmented, iron plates that covered her from top to bottom. Her head was covered in an helmet that hid all but her glowing, silver eyes, and was adorned in a pair of antennae; as if, she were a walking insect. At her side, she hand a short lance in a sheath, as if a rapier, and stood before the quest board. ‘Adventures...’ she thought, ‘So, this is how so many have come upon my old home? These pieces of paper tell them what to do, where to do it, and they just do it? How mindlessly savage...’

A finger beneath her armored chin, the Mimic Slime analyzed the papers from first to last, and settled on two. ‘Noble. I’ve eaten noble before. Such fine flavours. I would enjoy that, yes...’ Annalise licked her lips. ‘Oh, even the noble wood is so flavourful; treated with such skills. Oh, yes...’ If it were possible, Annalise would have been drooling, as she thought about the rich gear and materials. ‘I should do this one, but... a kidnapping... if I do that, I could earn some of that Standing I hear about...’

Annalise rubbed her chin. ‘A feast, now, or a feast, later...’ she asks herself, before looking up, and drawing her lance. “This one!” she announces, stabbing the lance into the kidnapping quest: Who Are You To Judge?. “I shall pursue this --” Annalise paused. ‘What do Adventurers call these!?’ she panicked, before remembering. “-- quest!”

Annalise grinned, unseen, ‘I remembered! Whoo!’

[13org]

Bast Ragoczy

The gardens of Eros, especially at night were simply breathtaking. Away from all the smells an noises of the town, the gardens had a different, tranquil charm to them. The smell of the flowers, gently carried by the night's cool breeze, the moonlight illuminating the garden before them with it's silvery light, giving it an almost ethereal beauty.

Bast couldn't help but to smile when she saw Eilidh, a proud centaur warrior, react like a maiden. Enjoying only each other's company both of them had a lot of time to enjoy the night together.

When they arrived at the guild, it was already very late and pretty much everyone was already asleep.

"Good night, my dear. I was glad I could see another side of you I haven't seen before. You were simply adorable." Bast said, laughing as he gently kissed Eilidh's hand, before they went to sleep.

The sun rose and a new day began. Things were as rowdy as always on the guild hall, as the members met each other to have breakfast and look at the new requests posted at the board. Unlike the other days though, Bartholomew had an announcement to make. According to him, the guild was passing through difficult times regarding money. Thanks to the big hole on the wall, they needed an extra amount of cash to fix it and the last requests earned them almost no money.

Some other members suggested that they maybe would need to start taking requests from Varjo, even though Bartholomew said to not draw too much attention from those people.

"Oh, good morning, my dear Eilidh? How was your night? Have you dreamed with our little walk last night?" Bast asked, laughing as he saw Eilidh approaching the request board.

Approaching the board himself to take a look at it, Bast analyzed the two Varjo related requests to see which one would draw less attention. The probable answer was the second one, since it seemed to be merely a request to rescue some prisoners and it wouldn't take them near Varjans. The possibility of entering in direct combat with Varjans was very little.

"I don't know if anyone is taking the Varjo requests, but if anyone does, I recommend being careful. Especially about the liberation one... It may be too soon for us to enter in direct combat with Varjo..." Bast said, looking to all the members gathering around the request board.

"Eilidh, my dear. If you're planning to take a Varjo related quest, I ask you not to. Varjo is not a safe place and even it's rulers are as bad as the rumors say they are... It's certainly not the time for us to openly announce our hostility to Varjo. We need information first." Bast said with a dark expression as he said the last part, almost as if he was saying that by experience.

"Please, Eilidh. It's not that I don't trust your skills. I just want you to be safe." Bast said, with a serious stare towards her.

"I'm taking the Alike in Dignity quest. It should be a rather... interesting one." Bast said, taking the request from the board as she walked towards it.

@PaulHaynek @Silver Carrot

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Freyr

Freyr was surprised when he heard Nagare asking him to tell her more about the Viera. Just as she said, people knew little about the Viera as it was incredibly rare to see one outside of the feared and dangerous Vieran Woods. Freyr couldn't say he wasn't happy to hear that. Knowing more about other races and their cultures would definitely help to understand them better and to not fear or hate them due to misinformation.

"The Viera are surrounded by mysticism, rumors and myths due to how... reclusive we are. Not only that but the Vieran Woods are an incredibly dangerous place. Due to this, there are a lot of stories about us being told, which are mostly mere myths or half-truths. I'm really glad you are interested in knowing more about the Viera." Freyr said, smiling to Nagare as he started to explain.

"We Viera have a saying, a rule we must always follow: 'Viera who have abandoned the Wood are Viera no longer. Viera mus always live with the wood' Thus the reason why seeing vieras is something so rare. Only the rare few who were exiled or choose to get out of the forest by their own will are seen outside." Freyr continued.

"The 'cities' we live within the Vieran Woods are behind hidden passages which are hidden by illusion spells and barriers created by Viera with an exceptional affinity with natural magic, called Spell Weavers. Only the Viera are able to tap within the threads of magic that run through the forest in order to pass through these barriers. That's another reason why it's so rare to even take a glimpse at their cities. You need to know a Viera to enter their cities." Freyr said, with a smile and a distant expression as he remembered his childhood.

"The Viera people have incredibly enhanced senses. Not only their hearing, but also how to 'feel' magic and 'hear' the voice of the wood, going as far as having a real connection with the natural world. When the forest we live in becomes corrupted, weak or is in some kind of danger, we feel it ourselves. Another reason why we Viera must always live within the woods is that not only the loud noises from cities outside, that harms our ears, but also the magic. When Viera are exposed to a high concentration of 'unnatural' magic, such as spells & etc. we enter in a trance, a state where we cannot control ourselves nor think straight. Vieras become incredibly dangerous when in this state, being able to tear metal shackles with our bare hands and kill humans with our bare hands with ease... The reason why we aren't constantly in this frenzied state when inside the forest is that the magic that runs within the forest is... different... It's much stronger and concentrated, but at the same time, much more delicate and subtle than the magic outside. It's... hard to explain. Only those who were already within the Vieran Woods and felt the magic there know." Freyr continued, gladly explaining to Nagare everything that he knew about his people.

"Regarding our culture... You would be surprised if you went to the Vieran villages, deep within the woods. While there are many things here we don't have there, the opposite is the same. Even our daily lives are replete with magic. Our connection with the forest goes beyond that of a mere druid. It is something almost spiritual, as our elders usually say. Other than that, most of the Viera are female. Only a mere 20% are males, making male Vieras really spoiled by their mothers when they're small, but as soon as they learn how to take care of themselves, they're sent to another village, as male and female Viera live in separate villages. The relationship between male and female Viera isn't exactly that friendly though as the males are secretive and competitive for food and space, even with our own species" Freyr continued. At that point, it became really obvious that he was happy about remembering the Vieran Woods and was exceeding himself a bit on his explanation.

It was only when they were in front of the guild that Freyr realized that he had exceeded himself in the explanation.

"I-I'm so sorry..." Freyr said, looking down obviously embarrassed.

"It's been so long since someone asked me about the Viera and so long since I remembered the Vieran Woods that I ended up talking a little bit too much..." he said, laughing.

"I'm sorry for taking so much your time... It's already late so I'm sure you are tired." Freyr said to Nagare, Ditzy and Haley.

"If you have any other questions, please do tell me tomorrow. I would gladly answer them." Freyr said, with a warm smile to Nagare before he went to his room.

The next day started with worrisome news. The guild was in dire situation regarding money. They money reserves were low and they didn't receive that much with the previous requests. On top of that, they needed the money to fix the giant hole in the wall.

Haley mentioned they might need to start taking Varjo related quests even if Bartholomew didn't like it. Although, Bart wasn't the only one who thought that would be a bad idea.

"I... Varjans are not to be taken lightly... I don't believe we should mess with them unless we are fully prepared for war." Freyr said, with a serious tone.

"If it's really necessary for us to take them though, I can take one. Since I'm a hunter, I should be able to pass by unnoticed, be it in the Liberation request or the Great Escape one... Although I do think it would be better to avoid direct confrontation with Varjans for now..." Freyr continued, explicating that if he had to take a Varjo related request, he would take the Great Escape one.

@PaulHaynek @Restalaan @AzureKnight

[The Irish Tree]

@13org(FYR),@Enkryption
FF5353

Time passed quickly in the minotaur's lonely slumber. It was cold, it was damp...and it wasn't anywhere near as helpful as he imagined it would be. Reality wasn't convenient enough that a single night of self-inflicted sleeping in the cold was enough to develop a person. Rising from his bed of leaves and moss, Magnus shook his hair around to remove the various twigs, leaves, and small insects that had found themselves tangled within it. Glumly he rose to greet the morning sun, leaning against a sturdy tree with one arm, and picking his hair with the other. "...This wasn't a good idea," he lamented, moving to head to work at the guild building just a short distance away from the small hermit's camp that he had set up in the night.

Hearing the bit about the financial situation made him feel extremely guilty...he was after all returning after two days of not being paid for jobs, and the hole in the wall was definitely a huge concern. It made the whole guild positively freezing at night...plus there were always going to be animals trying to sneak in so long as it remained. Clenching his right fist, the minotaur resolved himself to doing a job right today; This couldn't be something he could fail, since tomorrow he'd be escorting that nun with Freyr. With his axe sheathed upon his back, Magnus stepped forward to take a job before he was startled by the lance piercing the board. As the mysterious newcomer proudly announced that she would be taking that quest, it drew Magnus' attention to it. A kidnapped lover? Well, Magnus was sure that it was within his abilities, especially with someone so boisterous and confident. "I-I'll join you on that, Miss." the minotaur said quietly to Annalise, before turning to Freyr as he checked the board as well.

"Hey, um...Freyr, don't forget about the promise we made that lady. We have to escort her to Varjo tomorrow. J-Just reminding, is all." he said, not wanting to annoy Freyr with too dense a reminder as he prepared to embark on his quest. Next Stop: Boreal Port. Luckily he knew the way, in case his traveling companion did not. Looking back to the guild, Magnus worried about Talia, but...he would have to speak to her later. There were only so many hours in the day, after all.

[Who Are You To Judge?]

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A9A9A9
Arising from the night's slumber, Nephele was quick to retrieve her laundry, forming a solid wall of fog around herself as she ventured outside in the conveniently censored buff in order to retrieve her dress from the drying rack. Once it was once again upon her form, the dragoness did a slight twirl, feeling elated to not have to borrow Neil's clothes anymore. This time she would be sure to keep her dress clean...or at least, make a stop to buy a few more to at least have something to wear while her favorite dries. Admiring the bit of seam work she put into repairing the torn bits, the cave dragoness returned to the guild hall in time to hear the speech about the guild needing money. Silently, she wished that Bart had taken her suggestion to heart, but figured that for now it would just have to be a lesson for him to learn, that this style of business couldn't continue for long, if at all.

Striding over to the board, Nephele pondered briefly over the options at hand, noticing that there now seemed to be a hole through one of the quests. Well...seemed that one was taken. Taking a moment to resist the urge to place a slash through Ian's quest, Nephele instead turned her attention to the one relating to ambush. It certainly would be risky, but her fog granted her damningly effective stealth capabilities and escape potential. As such, even if the quest went south, she was confident that she would be capable of pulling through. Looking around, Nephele noticed no sign of Talia so far...or Neil. Wait, if Neil wasn't here, who was writing those comments? Shaking her head free of that train of though, she instead poked her knife-like finger into the paper for [Liberation, at Any Price]. "I will take this one. If anyone wishes to join me, I'd prefer if they're able to conceal themselves easily enough," she said, before marching off to where the meeting place was to be.

[Liberation, at Any Price]

[Lmpkio]

@AzureKnight, @PaulHaynek

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Dawn. Through the small window in the back, the early light gleamed into the glass, penetrated slightly through the red curtains, and reflected off the dozing faces plopped on the bed. The slumbering Titanica, butt-naked in her light-tanned skin, was the first to wake as her left eye slowly lifts up. Where is she? How did she get here? What was she doing here? She felt slightly chilly upon awaking, although the sun's rays were already warming her quite quickly, and her mouth seemed rather... unnaturally moist. Yet she'd soon be bombarded with a massive migraine, one that rattled through her cranium like a ringing bell. She wanted to go back to sleep, but with his pain she couldn't. The titan groggily lifts up with a croaking growl and issues a big wide yawn, whilst rubbing her temple.

"W-What happened?" she growls to herself quietly as she stretches her arms back, "Where am I...?"

She suddenly looks down to see her completely naked form. Even dew began dripping from certain... places.

"Why am I...?" she trails off before looking to her right at the sleeping/waking up Vara and Neil, both also quite nude.

"What the~?"

Before she could finish, she heard several knocks on the door. Titanica growls again as she attempts to cover her ears. With her thumping headache, they sounded like bloody gunshots. Gina would quietly enter the room as she began to explain the situation to them.

"Hey there. You know, I really thought that gentleman would get into a foursome with you and the Centaur but she dragged the man away before you two could do anything."

"Wha-What?" Titanica began to shake her head from the morning daze before looking back at the other two persons beside her. It was then when she finally realized what must've transpired.

"Shhhhhit..." she groaned horrifyingly, feeling sick in her stomach near the point of throwing up, "Don't tell me we actually did... did... that."

"Well, how are you guys feeling? Can I get you three anything?" Gina asked lightly.

"Terrible. Ugh, God, I think I'm gonna be~"

The unknown taste in her mouth began to finalize in the Titan's mouth, activating her to instinctually grab the nearest bucket and purge its remains in it with a sickening hurl. Oh god, she really did do that... with a god damn kid no doubt! And even the demoness joined in! God did she have some of her stuff inside her mouth too? This couldn't be real. How could she have let herself descend so low like this?

Upon finishing, Titanica breathed heavily as she caught her breath from that disgusting episode, drool dripping down her mouth in long strands.

"Get me some water." she bluntly croaks as she ominously glares at her, "And those... those pills, whatever they're called. NOW."

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@ShwiggityShwah, @The Irish Tree, @PaulHaynek

Morgan listened diligently to Ozzy as he virtually explained his entire life story, which included his goals, his purpose, and ultimately what he does for a living. It was so enthralling! So inspiring too! A wandering anthropologist wanting to unite both human and monster kind in harmony. He and his parents are also getting something called an embassy up, one which would enforce the negotiations between the two races together and he's simply here to learn about how monsters and humans work. All of this was simply fascinating! Once he finished, Morgan applauded gleefully at his speech.

"Wow!" she bursts out happily, "That's so cool! We really need more people like you in this world. You'll be going far in life, that's for certain!"

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Next Day

Morgan woke up early in the morning, fluttering around the guild hall with radiating energy. She was mostly helping out with the guild with simple antics and jobs, just for the sake of it. As she finished putting out some laundry to dry, she looks at the guild-board with upmost curiosity. There were two quests that caught her eye - both relating to the "Varjans". The moth-girl had heard their names being carried around here and there upon her stay at Mahigan, but it's so cut-off from these politics that she doesn't know much about them. All she knows is that this country doesn't like them and that they are enemies. There were also others that also involved other more local forms of job applications. So many choices! Which one should she choose?

She hears several other guild-mates place in their hats for their respected quests. So far she can hear one man chose the "Alike in Dignity" quest, a rabbit man picked "Great Escape", the giant minotaur "Who Are You To Judge?", and the cave dragon being "Liberation, at Any Price". Morgan takes one more looksie at the board, making her last minute decision before falling upon one particular one. It was a Fetching Quest by a guy named "Ian North", who seems to have known the guild for quite some time. And he was gathering special ingredients to make a special brew for someone special. And it just so happened to be back at Mahigan as well. Being a healer herself, she feels she can easily find the ingredients for him and then some. However she also wants to see how the others fair in their missions...

Morgan needs to choose quickly.

"Heyo!" she calls out to anyone nearby, "I'm thinking in maybe taking this Fetch Quest by Ian North! However, I can surely help with anyone who asks me first to come along with them on their own quest. First guys who comes with me on this quest gets to go! Or if anyone wants me to come with them first, I'll come! Anything goes!"

[Restalaan]

Yang Bethlehem

Except all I got is my noggin and a sunny disposition to try to make things happen." He bapped his head in an attempt to be cute and funny.

@ShwiggityShwah

"Haha, that also applies to me. I got nothing but my own head and personality." Yang laughed at that as she tapped her own head in reply before she rubbed Ozzy own head playfully.

And hopefully, maybe make a difference? We'll see. D-did that make sense?" He cocked his head to one side, his bird like features becoming temporarily more apparent.

@ShwiggityShwah

To be honest, you lost me halfway. Yang kept a neutral face even as she nodded her head at Ozzy explanation. She got the gist of it but the finer details were lost on her.

But she was envious, Ozzy seemed so smart compared to her. Most she can do was read, write, count and maybe recite a few old poetry or sayings.

Then again, there are those that can't do any of that. So maybe I'm lucky? Yang thought about it and shrugged her shoulders at her fortune.

Her eyes was drawn towards the armored knight and her gut feeling picked something off about it. There was something weird and she can't identify what was the problem.

Her full attention went towards the armored as she kept an eye out for what's missing before the answer came from her ears. The movement sound too smooth aside from the armor movement and hitting the ground, there was little to no rattling inside.

Weird, it doesn't sound like those armor wearing Varjans. She wondered if it was a tsukumogami. Yang decided against telling everyone for now as she shrugged her shoulders at that.

Still, she felt slightly exhausted mentally and most of it passed in a blur. She had went up to retire quickly and sort her mind out.

---

After having a good rest, she once again woke up early and went through her usual morning exercises and stretching. Each move that she made refocused her and calm her down, it didn't take long before she went into a trance as she performed each move rigorously.

She struck a fist out, and occasionally, the bend around her fist when she employed more strength. Similarly, her kicks did the same as the air warped and trailed behind her strikes. After awhile, she was covered in sweat and her entire body felt burning.

With that, she sat down and took a few deep breathes for controlling her heart rate. Only when it was back to normal that she leaped upwards to her feet. She moved inwards to take a quick bath and rinse herself.

Once she was done, Yang came back down as she tightened her clothes together.

Seeing everyone together, it seemed she was a little late but she did hear Guildmaster Bart talking about their financial problems.

With that, she gave her cheeks a light tap and observed the number of quests available before she decided on one.

[The great escape]
@13org Freyr

"I'll go with this one." She shot her finger forward and punch a hole clean through the paper to indicate her mark on it before she turned to the tall bunny looking woman, and bowed her head politely. "I'll be under your care, and ask anything of me should I be of aid to you, madam Freyr."

Yang fingers twitched eagerly underneath it. After the two disastrous quests she had, having something she can punch her way through was something she welcomed. Martial arts shouldn't be used for violence but she was feeling a lot of frustration right now and needed something to take out the steam.

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Ditzy Stoneclub

@13org Freyr

"That's nice, I never had a bow. Maybe this time Ditzy can play with one!" He giggled and felt he was on cloud nine. He always wanted a bow and be like those hunters, but he often end up breaking them. His father had given up on making one for him, something about the wood not being able to handle his grip.

Ditzy didn't know what it meant, since he was always able to hold onto the bow. It was just that it often was too brittle and fragile.

Listening to Freyr stories, he found it sad. It didn't seemed like Freyr had a lot of playmates if both girl and boy was seperated, almost all his playmates was female goblins. He can't imagine being seperated from them since that'll left him by himself.

Ditzy didn't realized they had reached the guild, and the moment he did, Ditzy yawned loudly before agreeing with Freyr. It was bedtime soon after all.

"Good night." He groggily said before going up to his room, plunked himself down and slept the night away.

When he woke up next, his body automatically went into his normal routine of cleaning himself and brushing his teeth. Taking his time to make sure he was thoroughly clean before going down.

The moment he reached down and not realizing he was the last one. Completely unaware and missed Bart speech, he went for the guild board and decided to try his luck again. Hopefully he can get to play with those goblins again.

"I want this one!" Ditzy pointed to his selected quest.

[Ambran First!]

Unware of what it entails much, Ditzy only knew it seemed fun and it was first. That meant it should be the first to finish right?

With that, Ditzy quickly went up to take his trusty large sandbag and small provision. He is available for conversation for now.

[ShwiggityShwah]

Ozzy Skyway

@Lmpkio Morgan @Restalaan Yang

Head pats and positive affirmation. It was nice to get the attention. Yang's hand caused his feathers to ruffle slightly, his feathery brows twitching before he smiled happily at Morgan for the kind words. He laughed, a little nervous, not used to praise. "I hope so!" In truth, it kind of made him feel like a little kid a bit. Maybe he was going to be pegged as the nerdy kid brother of the group.

The rest of the evening petered out after dinner. Ozzy tried to help with the dishes and talk it up with the others he hadn't a chance to talk to yet, but at some point his voice failed him and he joined the others in retiring. He was shocked that he got his own room. It felt like too much, he tried to talk Bart down but Bart proved to be particularly stubborn in his generosity. Such a wonderful man, wonder what his story was.

Ozzy spent another hour cataloging his finding and his day in his journal, even making quick sketches of his new friends, names, a few notes. He went to sleep happy in his discovery. Tomorrow, he'll prove himself useful. Its going to be a great day!

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Ozzy got up early. He was a little hesitant, not wanting to get in anyones way as they went about their business. Yang was practicing her martial arts, and Morgan was busying herself. A good morning was exchanged before he went to do something else, maybe clear the ashes from the fire place.

Then the guild became a buzz with activity. He got a site of everyone else. Magnus, who got a wave. Nephele, a wave. There was a Centaur, A dapper gentleman, a Goblin? No Bigger, a Hobgoblin!? Then there was this- the scales. "ANOTHER DRAGON!?" He immediately shut himself up with his hands and bowed his head. This was unprecedented. Dragons we're usually solitary, and they were in the same place as Nephele! He almost felt a weakness over him whenever he found something that wasn't in the books.

@PaulHaynekHaley
He gathered when Bart and Haley. He remembered. Haley was the Siren Bart mentioned. She seemed nice, and it was actually kind of soothing seeing another Harpy. A familiarity at the very least. After they discussed, people announced their intentions. It was a job board it seemed, but while it was so crowded, Ozzy hung back, letting the others more or less get first pick. Ozzy balled his fists and psyched himself up. "Alright, gonna finish a job. Make some money. For the Guild." For their kindness.

But as typical, he got side tracked, ending up near Haley. "Miss Haley." She was like Master Bart, venerated as a boss atleast in his eyes. "Master Bart mentioned you when I arrived, but we never got to meet. I'm Ozmodius Skyway, you can just call me Ozzy. Just wanted to introduce myself." He beamed.

@Lmpkio [Morgan]
The calls for cooperation were what snapped him back. He went back to the topic at hand. Morgan shouted her intent and Ozzy instinctually volunteered. (Honestly, it was by happenstance that he was paying attention when she called out) He raised his hand. "Ill assist you!"

He approached her and looked at the paper nearest the board, suddenly realizing he didn't know what he volunteered for. "Lets see... oh, okay just some quote 'flower picking'." He remembered thats what this one woman called herb collecting. That didn't seem so dangerous. Then he kept reading.

He recoiled "Oooh! Lokdar Swamp." He groaned and made a face, his hands scratching behind his head. "I was there yesterday morning, and nearly got smothered to death by Alarunes and Tentacle Plants." He remembered saying he wouldn't be back there for a while. He resigned to his fate before standing up tall and flexing an arm. He had to protect Morgan this time. "I must protect her. Must get the money." He stated, making a serious, if a little comical face. Ozzy just couldn't look stern.

[Silver Carrot]

Eilidh came downstairs looking haggard and tired, took some toast from the breakfast table, and nibbled a corner of it as she approached today's job board. She'd spent a long time thinking about last night, and decided that...she needed to take her mind off Bast for a while. Ever since she joined this guild, it's been political tension after fighting with inner-conflict after developing feelings for a human. And she admitted to herself last night that she does have feelings for Bast. But before she could ask him if they could be Mates, she wanted to dispel any possible doubt, that he didn't want that. She was mostly sure, but he was a flirt, and he was very hard to read. There could be no mistakes with something like this.

The Centauress jumped when Bast approached her and started making small talk, all without the tired warrior noticing. "I couldn't sleep," she replied. "I'm thinking that I want to take something straightforward, where I don't have to think about what's right or wrong, and can just do the job, have an adventure, possibly fight somebody."

As she read the quests, she listened to Bast tell her about Varjo. "You're right. As much as I personally believe in the rebellion, Varja already knows I'm with the guild. They've seen me help them. There are plenty of new faces around. Let one of them help the rebellion. If I keep showing up to foil Varja, they'll take it personally. They might even come here. Thank you, for caring about me. As strong as I am, I'm one person, and there will always be a limit to what one person can do alone, especially against somebody like that gladiator, who could exploit my unmanouverability. I'd likely still have beaten him, but if I ever faced two or more people like that at once, without help, I'd die. You have my back. And I have yours. That's why I'm taking this quest with you."

@13org@PaulHaynek

[AzureKnight]

Vară Riemsianne

@PaulHaynek @Lmpkio

The rays of the morning sun beamed down on Vară's face as she slept, she awoke in a stupor, not having much bearing of what had transpired last night. The rays of light shining through the window were rather refreshing for the fire demon, she let out a large yawn as she stretched her arms. Having fully awoken, Vară stared around the room for a moment, confused at her surroundings.

"What is this room, what am I doing here? The overwhelming pink doesn't really suit my tastes..." Vară's thoughts paused for a moment as she noticed that she wasn't wearing any clothes. Likewise, she noticed the naked body of Neil sleeping next to her, and an also a naked Titanica puking in a trash can. It didn't take long for her to piece two and two together; it when off like a loud tick in her head.

"Gaaaah!! You two, and me?! You mean, last night, we did...we did THAT?! Oh God, oh God, oh GOD!!!" Vară was becoming borderline hysterical as she continued. "This...this has to be some kind of bad dream..." The heiress of the Riemsianne name, deflowered in a three-way with a painfully average boy and some weird lizard lady. Needless to say, this is not how the young fire demon pictured her first time going...

Having only just noticed Gina in the room, only her last sentence fell on Vară's ears.

"You there! Fetch me some new clothes this instant!! And direct me to the nearest shower, I have to wash the shame away!"

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Nagare

@PaulHaynek @13org @Restalaan

Nagare listened intently as Freyr when into great detail about the specifics of his kind. How the Spell Weavers hid the forest cities using illusions created by natural magic, or how the Vieran population is mostly female. Though she wondered why the males and females live in different villages, one particular statement of Freyr's caused the ice dragon to ask a question out of concern.

"Mr. Freyr, um, if you don't mind me asking this - you said that Vieran who leave the forest are Vieran no longer. Does that mean that your kinsmen no longer consider you to be one of their kind?" Nagare began to wonder how her elders and fellow clansmen felt about her at this point, having left her mountain village against their will.

Having arrived back at the guild, Nagare decided to turn in for the evening. "Good night, everyone. Mr. Stonclub, Mr. Freyr, thank you for allowing me to join you in today's quest. I hope to work with you again sometime!"

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The next day Nagare made her way downstairs for the meeting. It seemed that only the quest her team underwent yielded any revenue from yesterday. And only 100 G no less... While Nagare's grasp on human currency wasn't as sound as she would like, it was obvious that it wasn't enough for repairs...

I'm sorry our quest didn't yield much reward. If you all would like, I could try filling the hole with a wall of ice." Said the dragon while scratching her cheek with her index finger.

Perhaps this day's quests would work out better, she thought. Looking around at the quests, Nagare also noticed a few new faces in the guild. She then turned her attention to Freyr, who seemed to desire to take the request "The Great Escape." After hearing several people mention them, Nagare began to wonder what Varjo was.

"Mr. Freyr, who are these Varjans that everyone keeps talking about? Also, if you plan on taking this quest, may I accompany you as well?"

[PaulHaynek]

~@ShwiggityShwah, @AzureKnight (NAG)~

"Miss Haley. Master Bart mentioned you when I arrived, but we never got to meet. I'm Ozmodius Skyway, you can just call me Ozzy. Just wanted to introduce myself."

Ozzy Skyway

"Nice to meet you, Mister Skyway. My full name is Haley Wellington and... Well look at that, you've gotten me all formal and everything." Haley replied, chuckling to herself. "A male Harpy huh? We sure are getting all the male monsters, aren't we? Maybe we should just introduce you all to the Demon Lord and we'll be set for life."

I'm sorry our quest didn't yield much reward. If you all would like, I could try filling the hole with a wall of ice."

Nagare

"Thanks but no thanks, Nagare." Haley replied. "A hole's bad enough, we don't need a flood too. We'll let Bart handle this, okay?"

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Who Are You To Judge?
~@Enkryption, @The Irish Tree (MAG)~

The two guild members reach Boreal Port by midday, the smell of seawater and salt immediately filling their noses. The town itself was quite simple and there were no buildings that stood out from the rest except for a large church that appeared to be visible from any point in Boreal port. It was doubtful that it belonged to the Order as the coastal town was definitely accepting of monsters judging from how some monsters clearly mingled amongst the population.

Asking around for a missing person being sought out by a Jeb Blanck, the answers you have received were all along the lines of 'I don't know.' or 'Who is Jeb Blanck?'. All except this one Holstaur woman who responded differently. "Jeb Blanck. Hmmm... Oh! I know him! He is one odd fellow. What do you need with him again? Someone missing? How do you know him?"

The Holstaur looked like any other Holstaur. However, she knows of Jeb Blanck and thus a possible lead for the quest.

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Alike In Dignity 2
~@13org (BST), @Silver Carrot~

Eilidh and Bast reach Ambran without trouble or incident

The town was beginning to feel familiar to the two guild members. The wagons hauled cargo to and from the town, innumerable stores sold all sorts of things on the streets. The people that walked the streets or browsed the stores and markets were mostly human although there were some who hid in hoods while others simply looked off. All in all, the standard Ambran feel.

The two guild members find the watchtower the client pointed them to and there they waited for something to happen. After waiting for several minutes, a fancy stagecoach pulled over in front of them with its window open. Greeting from inside the stagecoach was a pretty girl of pink, twintailed hair. She appeared to be in a sour mood which would likely give Bast some memories from before.

"You two are from the guild?" She began. It was very likely that this was Lady Natalia who made the request to the Guild. "Well here's my task for you. The damn Archaneans have destroyed our most beautiful wagon in front of everyone in Ambran so this shall be our payback. The House of Archanea has a garden they're proud of beside a personal, man-made spring." She explained. "I want you to trash it any way you can. Slash it. Burn it. Piss on it. S*** on it. I don't care."

"Their manor is located at the southernmost edges of Ambran. You can't miss it." Natalia continued. "The reward shall be delivered to your guild the next day. IF your task is does not fail. And you better NOT fail, am I clear?" She then closed the window to her stagecoach and its horses then galloped away.

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Liberation, At Any Price
~@The Irish Tree (NEP)~

While your trip to Sonarra was without incident, you could feel the air slowly darken the closer you got to the Varjan territories. The sun itself, though bright back at the Guild, appear to dim the more you went further south. Soon enough, the town of Sonarra was in sight.

With just one glance, you could tell that the town was poor and dying. The buildings were out of repair and look to be crumbling, ready to fall down at any moment. Some structures and houses were simply ruins yet occupied since there was little choice.

Right at the town entrance, you could see a group of men who took notice of you and began to approach. The first one to meet you was a man who appeared Varjan-like. His helmet concealed the upper half of his head, he wore little armor beside some pieces on his shoulder and arms as well as animal hides and he has an axe slung behind his back. He was no doubt a warrior, although whether he was aligned to Varjo or to Sonarra was unknown.

"What do you want, Dragon? What are you doing here?" The warrior asked you as he was flanked by two other warriors. "Have you heard? There's a war goin' on." His tone was not welcoming, almost threatening even.

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The Great Escape
~@13org (FYR), @Restalaan (YNG), @AzureKnight (NAG)~

Nagare, Freyr and Yang place themselves hidden behind a hill overlooking the road. Soon, a large caravan began to cross the path. The caravan consisted of two prison wagons and a contingent of fifteen knights on horseback as well as ten footmen. At the helm were two individuals also on horseback.

The knights were well-armed and well-decorated, sporting their personal colors and emblems. The footmen were nothing special, just armed with a basic shield and sword with leather and padding for armor. The apparent leaders of this prisoner escort included a knight of higher status than the ones behind him. Beside him was a red-armored warrior that appeared out-of-place amongst the knights.

The guild members were clearly outnumbered but they have the element of surprise. They will have to be careful in their moves lest quantity trump quality.

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Ambran First!
~@Restalaan (DIT)~

You set forth for Ambran once more. Alone since you missed Bast and Eilidh's departure.

The town looked just about the same as the last time you were there. The wagons hauled cargo to and from the town, innumerable stores sold all sorts of things on the streets. The people that walked the streets or browsed the stores and markets were mostly human although there were some who hid in hoods while others simply looked off.

However, as you arrive at the town's edges, some two people immediately stopped you by blocking your path. They were both male and looked like standard adventurers in their thirties. The two of them had swords on you while one began speaking to you. "You! Stop! You!" He yelled at you in a thick accent. "Все вы, нелегалы, как один! Ты под гражданским арестом, ты понял?"

The other person said nothing, leaving you to figure out what was happening and what the man was saying by yourself.

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Fetch Quest
~@Lmpkio (MOR), @ShwiggityShwah~

The two guild members reach the monster-friendly village in several hours. The place was relatively simple and there were no buildings that really towered over others. The largest appeared to be the two-story buildings of inns and large shops. As for the residents, humans and monsters went about their businesses. Some of them briefly glanced at the two guild members since you did not seem to be from around there but they appear to be content in leaving you alone as some new strangers stumbling upon Mahigan.

"Hey! It's you!" A voice called out to you, in a jester-like tone. It belonged to an armored person but it did not seem like he was a knight. "It's a good thing I read your profiles or else we'd be spending an entire day looking for each other in Mahigan." He remarked. "You two are fliers, yeah? Good! I'll just make you guys carry me to Lokdar Swamp and this quest'll be finished in no time."

"Anyway, I'm Ian. Ian North. Professional mercenary." He extended an armored fist for either of you to shake. "More of a hero-for-hire, really. I'm not really taking questionable jobs anymore. It must be when I saved some monsters with an Order priestess. Anyway, I have a feeling we're gonna be seeing each other more in the forseeable future."

"As for the job, like I said it's taking us to Lokdar Swamp. Now I know evil hags and supervillain lairs tend to reside in swamps but I assure you that nothing really harmful will be waiting for us there." He explained the request. "Although we might run into the Varjan refugees that just holed up in Ravager's Rest but come on, what are the odds of that?"

"So you in?"

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~@Lmpkio (TCA), @AzureKnight (VRA)~

"Get me some water. And those... those pills, whatever they're called. NOW."

Titanica

Gina was not unnerved at all by Titanica's glare. "Hey, relax. I doubt you could get knocked up as easily as that, especially for a Dragon like you." The Gandharva replied. "But I can get you some for the headache if that was what you were talking about. And maybe a new bucket."

"You there! Fetch me some new clothes this instant!! And direct me to the nearest shower, I have to wash the shame away!"

Vară Riemsianne

"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. I'll get you new clothes and clean up your old one. And there's a shower just next door." Gina assured the Fire Demon. "Also, this is the first time I've met a Succubus who acts this way. Are you raised by Vampires or something?"

Gina then glanced at the sleeping Neil on the bed. "Say, who's the boy? Is he part of your guild? He looks plain, but cute. Anyway, let me fetch your requests. Stay here and catch your breaths if you know what I mean. I'll be back in a few minutes." The Gandharva then made her leave.

Neil himself stirred, likely because he heard his name. "Ughhh..." He rose from the bed, clutching his head. His eyes suddenly widened as he glanced over to the two monsters, remembering the events of the previous night. "L-Last night... Did that... did that really happen?" He asked in disbelief.