[IC] Dragon's Oblivion (High-Casual Fantasy)

[AgentFallenSoul]

Eri Ogako

Eri watched as guards moved onto the premises and began to detain and pick the wounded up, escorting them to the prison and hospitals. Eri helped the men grab the panda "Your really beat the shit out of this guy, eh? I didn't know the Star Breather's Bounty Hunter was in town still, good thing to. Damage like this? If you weren't here, this could have been much worse" a guardsmen handed her four huge pouches of coin and carted away the Panda Xanara.

Eri still a bit shaken, grabbed the pouches and tossed one to Iouril "That's for you" she winked and went inside to check on Sylvia "Still alive in here?" she joked as she walked in through the hole in the side of the Tavern. Finding the girl, she tossed her a coin pouch as well "I think that should be roughly 100,000? Iouril has one bag, now where is that pesky bar tender!" she jumped over the bar and started making herself a drink as the Bartender came from his room

"Thanks again Eri, though this might be a little more th-" Eri threw one of the two pouches left at him.

"That should cover more then the damages" she finished making the drink and gave it to Sylvia, then started making one for Iouril.

THe Bartender shook his head "I really can take thi-" Eri threw a piece of ice at his forehead, making contact she shrugged.

"It isn't an option, I caused the damages, I'm paying for them. How about I take these three drinks and call it a deal?" the Bartender sighed.

"I have no other choice do I?" he looked at the little Fox girl.

"Not a damn one, Iouril if you could so kindly get in here and get this drink!" she called out to Iouril and then started making one for herself "Fun first day in town, eh?" she looked at Sylvia.

[RainbowReindeer]

The fox Xanara, Eri, defeated the humongous Panda Xanara with little difficultly. Just what exactly was she? She was definitely bold and courageous, but there was something else about her that made Sylvia scratch her gills. As the guards arrived to incarcerate the thugs and send some to the hospital, Eri was apparently given a good sum because she had thrown a heavy coin purse at Sylvia. She caught it, peeking inside to catch the tell-tale glint of pure cold cash.

“I don’t think I should take this?...” Her voice faltered when she observed Eri give another bag to the bartender, refusing to take it back. Sylvia looked down at her bag and shrugged. With thrifty spending, the money could go a long way. Perfect. Nodding her thanks, Sylvia grabbed the drink and took a tiny sip before placing it on the counter again.

“It was certainly interesting,” she began, her head tilting in thought. “You’re quite… fascinating and Iouril is as well.” She smiled, flashing her sharp jagged teeth before taking another sip. Perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad idea if she tagged along with one of them. “Are you two going anywhere?”

[Orior]

Stepping almost daintily through the debris from the fight, Iouril watched Eri come back from her fight bloodied but victorious. The guard arrived at the end of the confrontation, hauling prone people from the floor and restraining those determined to have cause the disruption. A few sidelong glances were sent his way, eyeing the dark mark around his neck, but his familiarity with the female Xanara kept them from asking him questions. The elf didn't see the men he had personally fought, and he wondered if they had gotten away. He doubted they were particularly dangerous, just drunken louts looking for a bit of fun. He shook his hed slightly at the thought, turning with a sigh toward the bar once more.

Coming back around near Eri, she caught Iouril's attention just in time for him to quickly grab the purse thrown his way. Being a traveler for so long, with no support other than his own labor, the bloodmage had rarely seen such a sum in his hand in quite some time. He arched a finely shaped brow at the Xanara, asking "Are you quite sure you want to give me this much for how little I did?" He wasn't against getting some coin after helping out, but he had expected it from the barkeeper in the form of a discounted room or meal, not from the bounty hunter. He went up at sat at the bar across from her, taking the drink she offered with a nod of thanks.

Finally after all that occurred, the blood mage caught sight of Sylvia. He tipped his glass to her, and gently tapped her glass on the bar with his own. A small chuckle left his lips at her remark and he shook his head in disagreement. "I'm not sure if that's the word I would use." He thought for a moment more, on her second question, and answered truthfully. "I suppose I will be going somewhere, I just don't know where yet."

[PaulHaynek]

Sir Sings-A-Lot finally reached the town, with no idea on the condition of his baggage, just that he needed to find aid quickly. "Help! Help! I've injured and she is in critical condition! Please, can anyone point me to the nearest apothecary or something?" He yelled at the present townspeople. Hopefully they won't ask any questions and just help straight away.

There was also the two immobilized people back in the forest and one of them also needed dire aid. Sings' night was certainly going to be long.