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From One Arena To Another (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

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I will love you forever if you're willing to do this plot with me.

The Legend of Zelda: Decedents of the Hero (OPEN)

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Warden called them together and everyone has set out. I kinda took a small liberty with that, sorry if you are offended.

@Crimson Raven

How would Warden have called them? They were away from any towns and most definitely away from the Guild.

Sorry if you think I'm being annoying, but I'm one of those people that tends to catch things that other people miss. Especially when it comes to the details of stories.

The Legend of Zelda: Decedents of the Hero (OPEN)

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I thought they had already walked over there? Oops, I'll get rid of that part

@Cuccoruler

Nope. The last thing that happened in the Collab was that Mari sat down to eat sandwiches and Octorok calamari.

The Legend of Zelda: Decedents of the Hero (OPEN)

Uh.. Cucco? Just wondering, how did Rida know the Guild was going to the Death Mountain Range? They're away from the rest of the group.

The Legend of Zelda: Decedents of the Hero (OPEN)

The entire situation was incredibly confusing to Vieru. The first humans to interact with him and didn't want him dead were incredibly strange. And he had just agreed to join a Guild, with people, who would almost certainly hate him. Then there was the matter of the Red Potion the girl had thrown him. Nobody had ever given him anything before, even something as simple as this. Vieru didn't think he needed to drink it right now, so he tucked it into the pouch at his hip for the time being. The girl who had thrown him the potion suddenly announced that she was hungry and sat down, pulling food out of her pack.

She asked if anybody else was hungry, and Vieru eyed the food for a moment. He barely trusted them enough to be on the ground near them, there was no way he was accepting food from them. Even if it did look good. "I'm alright, thanks." He said politely declining the food and making sure he was a safe distance away from the girls, and the Cuccos. He was thinking about how foolish he was. There was still a chance of getting away. One good breeze was all it would take to escape. But something was making him stay. Whether it was the fact that the girls had been so kind to him, or something else, he had no idea.

After taking a few nervous steps back, Vieru slowly lowered himself to the ground. Sitting cross legged. He sighed contently, finally he had the chance to rest. Even if he was still on guard with the girls around. "I uh, suppose I should tell you my name." He said suddenly, choosing each word carefully. He didn't exactly get many chances to talk to people, let alone introduce himself. "...I'm Vieru." Bitterly he thought that they must not have expected a demon to have a name. After all, they were monsters without feelings who murdered in cold blood. And were certainly not responsible for many monster deaths in the area.

Vieru took a deep, calming breath, and closed his eyes. Trying to relax despite the company he was in. He tried to forget they were there and just focused on the feeling of the wind. It was almost as if he was meditating. Which, he kind of was. After a moment he opened his eyes again, wanting to keep an eye on the humans. He definitely wasn't going to be able to relax around them. He doubted that he'd ever get used to being around humans. That is, if they didn't just kill him outright.

Beyond the Boundary

Galant had long since put his book away, people were talking far too much for him to focus on it. He'd have to continue reading tonight. If he had time that is. Certainly people would want to hear his stories before they left. As it could have easily been the last time they heard them. Some of the stories were his own, others he had read in books. It didn't matter to them though, as long as it was interesting. The children especially liked his tales, because he spiced them up with a bit of magic. A little burst of Light here, a little breeze there, even Fire if he was feeling extra adventurous.

Galant had no idea what a scientific journal was, Gris didn't have things like that, but considering what the girl had said about it, it must have been something involving knowledge. It was nice to know that he wasn't the only one here seeking knowledge. Maybe together they could stop the treasure hunters from taking whatever it was they found. But it all depended on who lived and who died. Hell, they may not even make it to the end at all! They could all perish out there in the wilds. Which was why he was confused over the fact that some of them were so unprepared.

Finally it was time for them to go inside. The gates were opened and several soldiers stood ready to escort them. Certainly to make sure nobody wandered off and got into trouble. If Lord Cross wanted to see them, it was obviously important. Galant had met the man once before, on his first visit to the fortress. The man had been interested in the fact that Galant sought only their library and nothing else. The scholar has enjoyed a very...interesting conversation with the man. Since that time, he had been allowed to come and go from the fortress as he pleased. As long as he didn't cause any trouble.

Switching his staff to his non-dominate left hand, out of respect, Galant followed along behind some of the group. Finding himself behind the twins. It was tempting to mess with them, maybe turn them away from the adventure entirely, but the scholar had more control than that. And more intelligence. There was no need to lift a finger against any of them. There was enough risk of death on this adventure already without them turning against each other. Which was why the scholar would be keeping his guard up at all times.

Beyond the Boundary

It seemed that some of the group was horrible unprepared for the journey. One girl hadn't read the book, the twins were just here on orders, probably some kind of treasure hunters or something. Galant made a mental note to watch out for them. If there was a treasure at the end, it belonged with intellects who could study it and find out what it is. Not in the collection of someone who wouldn't appreciate it for anything but it's looks. As he looked at the twins, for a moment his smile dropped, revealing a dangerous and hostile look. Before the smile quickly took it's place again. Out of all of them people here, they would be the ones he kept an eye on the most.

The overly friendly, and probably soon dead, boy asked about why everyone was here. Also making mentions to the cold. "This cold is nothing. Wait until a blizzard hits." He stated, making sure everyone heard him. "But anyway, I'm here seeking knowledge. Let's say magic has always been a fascinating subject to me." It wouldn't be smart to reveal everything right away. If they were going to be travelling together, they'd find out that he was a mage soon enough. Elemental magic would certainly find itself to be very useful out in the wilds. Fire to warm them up, Light to cut through the darkness, even Ice to keep blizzards at bay.

Another arrived shortly after. A man who's appearance screamed unprepared. What was with all these people who were unprepared? They were going into the wilds of Gris, without proper plans or even equipment. The only question Galant had was, who was going to die first? "Fools." He muttered under his breath, not giving the newcomer a second glance. In the spirit of true Gris hospitality. He wouldn't be finding hot cinder and kind faces here. The people were as cold as the weather.

The Legend of Zelda: Decedents of the Hero (OPEN)

Dying already? I JUST posted a huge collab with our co-GMs, but I can post again to get things moving again if we need.

Beyond the Boundary

Galant lifted his eyes from his book just long enough to glance at the newly arriving people. That was a good thing about the snow, the crunching of it under ones feet made it hard for people to sneak up on them. It was part of the reason why Gris has much a violent history, outright battles were actually easier than assassinations. The two women who walked up seemed to be rather cold, obviously not used to Gris' harsh weather yet. A kinder, none native, may have cast some fire magic to warm everyone up. But if they were going to survive out here, they would have to get used to it. It was for their own good that he didn't offer them a way to warm up.

The child speaking up was the next thing that tore Galant away from his book. The boy asked if anybody had read Tikkis' book. Ah yes, another reason Galant was out here, seeking knowledge from the Professor. Galant gestured to the book in his hand, which just so happened to be the one the boy asked about. "Three times, so far actually." The mage said with a smile. "You can never gain all the knowledge a book has to offer by just reading it once." It would be sad to see the boy die out in the north. But his chances survival were far lower than the rest of them. His body wasn't fully developed yet and wouldn't be as resistant to cold or injury. It almost made Galant want to protect him. But in Gris, the only person you could rely on was yourself. People may thought it harsh, but it was the truth.

The scholar noticed one of the men was watching everyone, probably assessing them. Galant knew what the man would be thinking about him. He was thin and carried nothing but a staff for a weapon, he didn't look like much. And that was why magic was so interesting. It was a hidden weapon, that people could never guess you had until you cast it at them. Then after that they had to figure out what type of magic a person used. Galant may not have looked it, but he was a tough opponent to face. After another quick glance around at the forming party, Galant returned to his book.

Beyond the Boundary

Long, slender, legs carried Galant through the snow. Unlike many travelers, he had no problem navigating the frigid land and it's hidden dangers. He had grown up here after all, the snow was as normal to him as breathing was. His clothing was made to perfectly suit the weather, and the only thing that felt it's bite even a little was his pale face. The young mage hummed lightly to himself as he made the journey to Vulture's Roost. Every few months for the past two years he had been coming to Vulture's Roost to visit the libraries. At first he had trouble getting in, but now the people almost eagerly awaited his arrival. He shared stories and knowledge with them that they wouldn't get from staying in their walls.

But this time, he wasn't here for the knowledge that Vulture's Roost had to offer. He was here for knowledge much further north. Knowledge on a subject that he kept hidden to himself, but studied the most out of all of them. Magic. Galant had discovered at a young age that he was an Elemental Mage, and been training himself in it ever since. He desired, thirsted for more on the subject. And there was no place better than going north to get it. Perhaps he would even learns the ways of a new element while he was there.

After the trek it had been to get here, seeing the gates were a big relief. Galant noticed that there were a few people standing on this side of the gate. Perhaps they were having trouble getting in? For the moment, Galant paid them no mind, save for the friendly smile he gave them, and walked up to the gate. "Back for more, eh scholar?" The guard said, recognizing Galant instantly. Not many travelers stayed in Vulture's Roost for weeks at a time doing nothing but reading. And practicing magic in the shadows.

The mage just smiled. "Not this time, my business lies further north. More knowledge to seek and all that." He explained.

The guard frowned, "Sorry, but you're going to have to wait here with the rest of them. The Lord's orders."

The smile nearly slipped from Galant's face, but lots of training and control kept it up. "It's quite alright, I understand, politics are politics." With that Galant stepped away from the gate and closer to the small group of people. "Guess we're all stuck here." He said as he reached into his pack, to retrieve a book.

Before he started reading through, one of the people caught his attention, a boy. Why was a child going to the north? It was far too dangerous for him. What a waste of life it would be. The poor thing looked cold to, obviously not used to the weather yet. Not everyone was as lucky as he was. But he couldn't do anything about it. So instead of worrying, Galant opened up his book and began to read, mostly tuning out the world around him as he took in the knowledge the book had to offer.