BurningDaisies

The Archon Resonance

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Overlord : Advent of the Gods

@Rune_Alchemist

Only if they're cursed or not entirely human. Since its pure holy energy, common, normal humans should be fine (saving for those cases. Or humans that use dark magic & etc...)

@13org

What if they're demi-humans instead of humans? Or beastkin for that matter

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

This is the fourth time in a row I've fallen asleep while writing a post...

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

Whiteside Village

Bertram's Lodge

@Rune_Alchemist @Spanner @drewccapp @GrafRoy Zeppeli

"Fantastic speech. Really..." He said quickly. "Do you mind if I..." He pointed his chin at the mop and bucket. "I'll be right back. Just hold that thought."
Mahon shuffled awkwardly to the back room. The clatter of cleaning tools falling onto the floor and loud swearing could be heard beyond door followed by a few hurried thuds and more swearing.

Bertram winced slightly every time he heard the ruckus, belying his otherwise impassive glare, and drew in a long breath to calm himself.

Mahon appeared before the group again, wiping his hands on the back of his breeches. He spared a quizzical glance at the rowdy customer shouting angrily at two elves, and was about to speak when he saw Bertram, whose lips were pressed thin into an angry grimace.

Bertram had reached his limit. His intense gaze was directed at elves now. "You want to be adventurers right?" His nostrils flared as he tried sound professional.
"Since you all seem to know this ill-mannered whelp-" He gestured towards Vyrmain. "-I'll give you an opportunity. If you cover this man's bill, I'll consider it as your registration fee and waive the mission restrictions. You can be a member of the famed Adventurer's Guild right here and now as long you're willing to take your squabbling friends outside." His friendly enthusiasm sounded convincing, but his irritation was obvious and ruined the entire facade.

Mouth agape, Mahon looked astounded. He quickly did the math in head while counting on his fingers. "For that bargain, you could get a small cask of Taldan's Finest..." He muttered to himself. "That's-" Bertram shot a withering glare in his direction. Exchanging looks with his subordinate, he didn't speak as much as he simply made himself understood.

"Do we have an accord?" He said turning back to the elves.

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@Spanner et al

I'll have a response up for the whiteside team later today. It's been on my to-do list for awhile, and blahblahexcusesblahblahexcuses *ahem* I'm finally getting around to it. .-.;

@BurningDaisies

Better?

Edit;
Yeah... Because everyone seems to be dragged down by life troubles lately, It's probably not going to be that long of a post. I'd like to progress the dialogue some, but I can do so with without moving the plot forward just yet. It's just exposition at the moment

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@drewccapp@Rune_Alchemist et al

I'll have a response up for the whiteside team later today. It's been on my to-do list for awhile, and blahblahexcusesblahblahexcuses *ahem* I'm finally getting around to it. .-.;

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@Lugubrious Yes. Sorry, school and work caught up to me for awhile there. Haven't had a lot of time for myself lately. I should be good, hopefully, good for the future.

@Lord Zee

This seems to be happening to everybody recently. Me included! xP

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December

@IceHeart@baraquiel

December was taken about at the strangely competent servant following Danielle around. His depth of knowledge about women's clothing was more than a little disturbing. Nevertheless, she tried assisting Danielle where she could, but her manservant seemed to enjoy monopolizing his master's time and quietly ushered December aside on more than one occasion so he could work.

Feeling somewhat annoyed, she began browsing for her own change of clothes. The fashion sense in Brightwing was starkly different than anything she knew of in her old life, and simply browsing the store held her attention for a long time. The myriad of dresses, corsets, bangles, circlets, and other pieces left her overwhelmed. After searching at length, she finally settled on a ornate, silver-white strip of silk. Equal parts shawl and jacket, which draped from her like a loose robe and was trimmed with a deep sapphire blue. A regal violet and warm blue wrapping lashed around her waist and tied into a bow; its wide ribbon tails streamed down to her knees.
"...against the white skirts it almost looks like the Vanaheim Sorceress robes from the first expansion." She permitted herself a small smile.

She thanked the merchant, and followed her friends to the Magician's Guild.

The building itself was covered in intricate decorations, but December was more distracted by the overpowering smell of arcane magic that pervaded the air. The faint scent of burnt sugar grew bolder and more oppressive as they approached the guild; even if she hadn't known where it was before, she could smell it ten blocks away.

Even if the current patrons inside the guild were more preoccupied with boring didactic lectures and the nuances of magical pedagogy than casting spells, she could still sense their latent power as well. "I don't like this place already." she muttered under her breath.

"I don't suppose anyone has one of those translation devices from the game do they?"

"I do..." December said quiet as a whisper. Her eyes were wistful as she recalled a distant memory of teaching a newly-born Akena how to read arcane script. Homunculi grew quickly, and little Akena's appetite for gourmet foods and arcane knowledge was limitless. Shaking her head, December broke through the tide of old memories and regained her composure. "I can read it." She added finally. "I bought the ability a long time ago to help a friend."

She glanced at the cherry wood sign above. "'Knowledge is the eye of desire and can become the pilot of the soul.'" Her eyes shifted to the small print listed below it. "Magician's Guild... Brightwing Main Branch."

"We're in the right place at least. The library they maintain here could help us find out what happened."

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Alright, I think I'm caught up with everyone except the group inside the Mage's Guild.

Whiteside should be caught up.
Wolf's Run is in the middle of a shit storm. (Thank you, Senna <3)
Tesarion Cultist scene was just updated.

I'm not missing anybody, right?

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Whiteside Village

Bertram's Lodge

@drewccapp@Spanner@Rune_Alchemist@GrafRoy Zeppeli

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"Oh, yeah." The man turned on his heel, redirecting himself to the counter and speaking to the man behind it. "Guess I haven't paid for the time I've been here. How much do I owe you, old man?"

"110 Kriel payable in stamped silver or gold coin. We don't exchange foreign currency here, so don't bother." Bertram never once looked up from his ledger and continue scrawling notes, numbers, and names into its margins. His voice was gruff, deep and sounded as if someone had raked gravel across his throat. "The guild may accept deferrals of debt provided you have a sealed letter from a reputable sponsor; however, be warned, if your sponsor does not pay, you will be the one with the bounty on your head, not your sponsor."
Once his handwriting reached the bottom of the page, he used a piece of twine to mark the page, and closed it gently. Bertram eyed Vyrmain casually, determining his actual worth, but his lips pressed tight and was ultimately unimpressed. "So 110 Kriel then?" He said at last, implying Vyrmain obviously had no wealthy sponsor to pay his dues.

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"Aha, a bit of both, I think." She replied warmly, a sharp contrast to Vyrmain. "Simply put, we aren't...exactly from around here, and have been traveling for quite some time and do need a place to lodge."
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"As for the adventurer's lodge...we ran into a man on our way in who told us of some problems you may be having with some troublesome Fey. We might be able to help with that."

Mahon's bushy brows knitted together in surprise. "Oh? You must have met with Rath..." He cleared his throat before continuing. "The official listing hasn't been posted yet, but yes we are looking for folks to help subjugate the evil spirits and Fey along the mountain trails."
He looked over his shoulder at one of the haggard-faced men nursing a tankard of ale. "Was it last week or the week before?" Mahon's voice boomed.
"Both" the man replied in between sips.
"There you have it." The giant said indifferently. "Two deaths in an as many weeks. At this rate, we won't have a town left in a few months." He laughed dryly, but his smile was grim and held not an ounce of happiness.
"We haven't officially posted anything yet, but the reward has already been approved by the main branch. In fact, if you'll take the mission, we can offer you lodging free of charge. However..." Mahon's eyes flashed between each of the newcomers in turn. "None of you have adventurer plates. If you're adventurer's, why have you not registered with the Guild? The mission is only open to Silver rank Adventurer's or higher. We can't have a bunch of new recruits run out there and get themselves killed."

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Faithful of Tesarion

@hivekiller

Lethe's silence was a stark contrast to her usual exuberance. She was awestruck by Lord Kalduk's sudden declaration. Behind the vacant look in her eyes, her mind was racing.

"We exist only to serve the Lords of the Tesarion... How can our worth be infinite, sacred even? I had prepared myself to die for him, yet..." Her chest tightened. A potent mix of relief, disappointment, and hope rampaged through like a sweet poison. She didn't know how to react, paralyzed by her own feelings.

She desperately wanted to prove herself useful to Lord Kalduk, and the others no doubt shared in her thinking. It was strange to think that a Lord of Tesarion didn't require blood sacrifices to maintain power and protect the people. But if Lord Kalduk was so powerful that he merely required their belief, she could not refute it. Who would reject the words of a god?

As the faithful reorganized into a small caravan and prepared to leave, Lethe pulled an ornately carved horn from her belt and brought it to her lips. The horn's clarion call bellowed through ruins and echo strangely as if from a great distance. The intense sound shook the air. The fog twisted and swirled until a thick layer of mist parted and condense into an enormous archway. Beyond it, the hazy vision of lantern-lit tunnel appeared.

Lethe turned to Lord Kalduk, and held out the horn. "As you'll recall, this was made from the horn of Lord Thrain, the Red Martyr. It still holds some of his power even now, and its bearer is invested with the responsibility to lead the faithful." Her voice carried an unwavering conviction. "It is rightfully yours, Lord Kalduk. Please take it."