Jollan

The Vanishing Kingdom

"A new king rises. The Grandis Empire has returned."

Welcome to the world of Hitala! One of my creation that has honestly been in my head for years but for some reason or another, I have never decided to put it on paper (or webpage in this case). This world has a high fantasy theme, yet magic, for the most part, isn't as common a practice. Not that it doesn't exist, but the remaining races that take up the majority of the world don't have as strong of an affinity towards it.

Races

Grusk-
Ancient race characterized by a high affinity towards magic, and unique hair and eye colors. They were nearly all wiped out from the Last Crusade 300 years ago, a power move to take their magic enriched lands to use as resources. Very few remain, and of those few, along with any half breeds, most try to hide their existence. There is rumor of a Gruskan survivor of the crusade, who is now on a warpath to reclaim the lands stolen from them. They were once known as the Grandis Empire. Unlike the elemental affinities of other races, Gruskans had the ability to learn multiple elements of magic, as well as curses, rituals, and forbidden magics such as necromancy. Other races can do magic other than Grusk, but they require spell-books, runes, incantations, magic items, and chants and the like. Its just that the Grusk can do magic quite more effectively. They are higher tuned to magic thus can do much more complex magic as well as do it without items or chants and such.

Human-
Your standard mortal with an average affinity in all areas. They are the most widespread and common race seen across the world. A jack of all trades in the grand scheme of things, humans make up for their lack of affinity in numbers and craftiness. It was the Council of Man that declared the Grandis Empire a threat, claiming that they were hoarding their magical power to one day take over the rest of the known world. A staged attack was conducted to provoke the Grandis forces into a counter attack which wiped out an entire town. With this, the Council of Man aided by the other kingdoms and races, got their wish, and their overwhelming numbers soon overtook the Grandis empire. The largest human city is Portea, and though the Council of Man no longer exists to operate the city, Portea has become the trade capitol of the world and run by the merchant class.

Sylve-
The people of the Scar are quite pale and have long pointed, and interestingly movable, ears. Their military has been monikered as 'the reapers' for their affinity towards speed and agility which lends to the quick and brutal elimination of their enemies. Their fighting styles are kept a secret from the outside world and jealously guarded and they excel at the art of assassination. Few are born with the ability to summon forth wind. They live in the side of a canyon dubbed 'the scar' as a means to keep out of the heavy winds that sweep their lands, which is where they got their name. The spirit of the wind 'Sylph' is said to roam these plains. The bottom of the canyon is rich in resources as it gathers the constant rains.

Varuk-
The hardy race native to Killiman Desert. They tend to have darker skin tones and light colored hair, complemented by eyes with shades of reds and yellows. They have an affinity towards strength, durability, and endurance and are invulnerable to heat. Few are born with the ability to summon forth fire. With little resources they manage to stay alive in the harsh environment of this deadly desert. Hot in the day and frigid at night, if the scarce resources and environment doesn't kill you first, the creatures in the sands will. The Varuk is split into many small warring tribes, however, they have been known to band together in times of great conflict. Varuk are strong and hearty people, and they aren't as discriminatory as others. While they do respect strength, they could recognize other talents like being a craftsman or for example. The Varuk don't see value in coin, and despise merchants like the ones in Portea, but they love a good trade, so if one can make something of value, they would fit right in their society as well. Varuk women are held in high regard as well. If they are strong enough to fight, which they often can be, they are seen as warriors, but even if not, they are respected since they bear children and normally have to raise them when the warriors are away. There is actually normally nurseries and orphanages in tribes ran by women and elderly for children who's parents may both be away or deceased, and children once old enough are taught survival, battle, and hunting/gathering skills.

Isoli-
The race of people who live in the icy kingdom of Tundral. The Isoli people are one of the only other races that can use magic without magic items, though it seems to be limited to healing magic. A number are born with the ability to summon forth ice and are usually sought after in Tundral for the military. The queen of the lands has never been defeated in her home country. The unbearable cold and unrelenting military backed by their healers nearly impossible to overcome at the same time. They are characterized by blue tinted skin tones, the invulnerability to the cold, and either white or black hair, sometimes both! The Isoli are the only people to not have participated in the Last Crusade, stating it was none of their concern what the world outside their walls troubled themselves with if it does not affect their kingdom.

Transcendent (locked)-
Can be considered a type of half race, being that it is an extremely rare trait that can show up in any individual, regardless of race, as a sign of things to come. Usually referred to as harbinger. A child may be born every hundred years that signals the times to come. They are characterized by the outcome of their wings. A child with draconic black wings is a bad omen, while white angelic wings would signify good times ahead. A transcendent has the ability to fly or hide these wings in their body, though they painfully erupt from the user's back when needed again. A transcendent also has a remarkably strong soul that radiates energy from within. This power can be weaponized by storing it and releasing it by either casting it out or making contact with an object where the energy is gathered. However, overuse of this ability can wear down its user quickly and cause severe spiritual injury.

Beastmen-
There are a number of different types of beastmen that live in tribes all across Hitala. Each tribe having a different theme in animal or monster. the more pure beastman they are, the more monsterlike. However, they are compatible with other races and form half beastman types, though these are rarer and usually looked down on in society as 'mutts' as beastmen aren't normally seen as equal with the more 'human' appearing races. Some beastmen tribes do have specific forms of magic unique to their race and tribe.

Notable towns

Trantis-
A water city that has built itself in the calm waters of the Great Trantis Lake where the floating city gets it's name. There is a coastal area as well as a number of floating anchored buildings. The people here are highly adapted to the water, and are superior at swimming and diving, though most use various types of boats to travel around the town. Lots of fishermen, and is also supplied by a number of farms to the north of the city.

Salna-
A trade town just north of Trantis and across from the farmlands that both towns utilize. Originally just a trading hub for Trantis, Salna eventually became large enough to become it's own town with close ties to Trantis. Many of the goods come from Portea, which is the merchant capitol of the world, giving Salna a decent variety of goods. Most the items exported from Salna are the cloths and harvests of different goods from their farms.

Kalla-

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A small and miraculously peaceful Varuk settlement that if people do visit the Killiman Desert to trade with the varuk, they would go there. Kalla is named after the tribe that lives there and they are possibly one of the strongest tribes due to being close to water and being strong enough to actually have an established town, albeit a small one. It does face it's fair share of raids, though they haven't lost a battle, they have lost people defending it of coarse, either by death or capture from raiding tribes. There is an arena where events and entertainment is held. Despite the ferocity of the Varuk in battle, great discipline is shown in the arenas as there is rarely a death that occurs in their competitions. Every ten years, a tournament is held here to decide upon the leader of Kalla, with the belief that a real leader will show their true colors in competition.

Portea-
The merchant capital of the world. This large city thrives on trade and innovation. This is where most of the humans in the world live. The town is heavily controlled by larger merchant families, with the wealthiest tending to have most the control on the weak governing forces there. Most law is enforced through payed officials and mercenaries, which also make up the bulwark of Portea's military power. Due to the number of wealthy merchants and their power in the city, it seems to be divided up among the different merchant families, with some places being a pleasant place to live, and others being quite oppressive. The city sees its fair share of greed and the evils it produces, but there are honest merchant families as well that try to make their area of control a haven for others. There are six prominent merchant families in Portea.

The Scar-
The scar is the name of the giant chasm in the northeast. To avoid the high winds of the plains surrounding the chasm, the Sylves made their home in the side of the chasm, building both bridges and a network of tunnels to reach their home, each heavily guarded. It is said that assassinations had always occurs in the world, but it was the Sylves that turned it into an art form, and in some cases, a trade. Their society is build on honor, loyalty, duty, and solidarity. These four core principals are drilled into all sylves at a young age. To betray ones countrymen would mean death or a life of servitude. The reapers serve as their military force, and although they are few in number in comparison to other military forces, it is a requirement for every citizen to be taught the art of the blade, in case of a large scale attack. Though when at war, the reapers have been known to kill nearly all major leaders through small pinpoint attacks or assassinations before any army was able to even reach The Scar's chasm. While the resources are scarce across the gray plains of their homeland, the bottom of the chasm is extremely resourceful and fertile, with farmland, forest and a lake at its bottom. The largest growth of plant and wildlife in the plains, is a forest of cherry trees southwest of the chasm, which is seen as a treasure to the Sylve people. along the outer boarder of The Scar, there are many outposts that watch for any signs of intruders.

Tundral and Midrill-
The capitol of the icy kingdom of the Isoli people. The Isoli are very shut off to the outside world around them save for the sake of trading. The giant Ice wall that surrounds their lands keeps invading forces from stepping foot on their lands, and the few who have spent the any time trying to break through it in previous wars only break through to have to cross a brutal winter landscape to even reach the capitol. The Isoli of Tundral pride themselves with their healing arts and magics, and often see themselves as superior to other races, including other Isoli who live in Midrill. The cold in these lands would freeze most other races after long periods of time, though the Isoli are fairly comfortable in these temperatures. The insides of their buildings are usually warm enough for a person of the other races to have a bit of a chill however, but they are a good deal warmer than the outside. The Queen of this land is rarely seen and spends her time in the palace. Her daughters are seen more often as they do tend to leave the palace often, though normally under escort, they still have made a decent relationship with the people. The Isoli are fiercely loyal to their royal family. Midrill, in contrast to Tundral, is fairly cool year round due to being close to the ice kingdom. It hosts a number of different races, though a large portion having Isoli blood. This town is mostly a trade hub between the world and Tundral, and the closest to the ice kingdom as most ever get.

Breif History

Hundreds of years ago, the Grandis Empire was the leader in magic developments. It was predictable as the Grandis Empire was made up mostly of Gruskan people, who already had an affinity towards magic and lived on the most magic fertile land in the world. Many believed that they had used to be human, but the lands intertwined with their souls and gave them the gift of sorcery. Eventually, the Council of Man in Portea convinced the other kingdoms to become weary of Grandis's power, and under a false attack to bait the Grandis Empire to lash out, they were framed as being evil, which is all the Council of Man needed to make their case against the Grandis Empire and go to war. While Grandis was more powerful than the other kingdoms combined, they weren't able to hold off the insurmountable number of troops that attacked them. They found that their magic, which they mostly relied on in combat, was often too slow to cast to combat ranged attacks followed by an onslaught of blades. While the Grandis Empire did have soldiers, the Gruskan people's physical on average was weaker than most humans, let alone the few Varuk tribes that aided them. The few beastmen tribes that tried to help the Grandis Empire didn't have enough numbers to support them, and soon, the Grandis Empire fell. The Council of Man was already making preperations to put the magic rich land to use, however, the Grandis King had other plans. The King, in a final effort to not let the enemy win, cursed his lands, so that it would drive all non-Grukan people's minds mad with rage. He also 'purified' it, meaning that he drained the land of all its mana and magic, essentially killing the land and turning it into the dark forest seen today. With this surge in power, he destroyed his kingdom with his enemy in it, summoning forth a giant mountain that erupted from the ground, the likes of which no soul had witnessed before. He then sent whatever magic remained into the few Grukan people that were able to flee the Kingdom, making sure that they all had a piece of the homeland in their bodies to carry on for generations. This event went down as a defeat for both the Grandis Empire and the Council of Man, which was soon disbanded. The war was seen as a mistake, all the bloodshed with nothing to show for it, and instead was covered up in history as a crusade against a great evil. Only the ancestors of the Gruskans that escaped know the true tales of what happened, passed down by word of mouth for generations. There is naturally a large discrimination against the Gruskan people, and many use their magic to hide themselves in society, fearful of whatever fate may come their way if they were found out.

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If any help is needed or if you have any questions about making a character, don't be afraid to let me know! I'm even up for making new towns and expanding the world a bit should it work with the universe.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

The discussion seemed to come to a conclusion and their route was now decided. Aeden felt it was a bit forcibly closed, however, such a large group made it difficult for one voice to have an impact. He decided any further attempt to discuss would simply be a waste of effort and nodded. ”Very well, the river it is.”

He glanced up as a newcomer entered the inn and approached him before long. She introduced herself as Itzel, a representative of the Oro. In spite of the fact that his own soft glow from his halo and wings caused a rainbow glow from her crystalline features, Aeden maintained attention on her eyes as he responded. ”I am Aeden Demavend, representative of the Aion, and you are welcome to join the alliance, Itzel. You’ve arrived just in time as well will be departing shortly. For the sake of strategy, what are your capabilities?”

Nyph stared in awe at the dazzling rainbow that Aeden’s glow created off of Itzel. He maintained silence while they spoke mostly because he was amazed at the glow. As soon as Aeden finished speaking he piped up. ”Aeden! Aeden! She shinier than you are!”

Aeden raised his eyebrows and stared down at his partner whom continued to stare at Itzel with utter fascination.

Dremmick, who was outside at the stables to the inn, watched as a parade made its way towards the inn. Upon further inspection, it seemed that they were escorting some royal. "What the hell....," he mutured as he watched them stop at their destination. He shook his head as the shimmering Oro royal got off of her griffin and went into the tavern, knowing that they what they were most likely here to do, Dremmick cursed once more under his breath. It wasn't that he had really anything wrong to say about the Oro people like he did the people pf Fotia or Nero. But This would just add another person to their group. Keeping a low profile would be increasingly more difficult, and he only could pray that it was't another person to babysit. Once he finished brushing his horsee, he got it's saddle mounted and prepped to go, waiting at the stable with it and and a few apples. He would cut slices from it and share one with the horse every other slice.

Allard turned to Nailah at the mention of the wyverns."If any wyverns become too aggressive, I can help deal with'em, but we still would need ta be careful."

Lynn then looked up to Allard. [color=7FFFD4]"I could try to calm them down with a siren song, it helps calm the sea dragons back in Tearia anyway." She looked down in thought, [color=7FFFD4]"seemed to work on those two guards in Vrondi too now that I think of it," she mentioned a bit quieter, to which made Allard raise a concerned eyebrow. It was then that Itzel made her appearance, drawing everyone's attention. Allard laughed heartily as Itzel introduced herself.

[color=9ACD32]"Well then," Allard started, looking up to Algimar, "It would seem that tha queen had her own representative in mind."

"It is without a doubt this alliance will grow further with representatives from all over." Algimar said to Allard. He looked at Itzel and admired her rare body. Gaia was indeed harboring all sorts of rare jewels. "Hello I am Algimar." He said to Itzel. Giving a short bow of respect. "It seems you've brought a crowd." Algimar could hear the people outside the door waiting for the alliance to step out. "Everyone seems lively, despite the trouble you all claimed to have caused by being here." He said with a chuckle and smile.

Nailah sighed as Dremmick finally opened his mouth to say something. Unsurprisingly, the words that came out weren't exactly pleasant or polite. For once, Nailah actually agreed with something Dremmick said, more specifically about Garrett not having tact, but that was it.
To Nailah, the very problem that the group was having was the arrogance of some members, always wanting to boss others around or all the 'holier than thou' attitude they had.

"Look who's talking about being arrogant..." Nailah said as Dremmick walked away, with a sarcastic chuckle.

When Lynn asked Garrett if they could stop at the river, Nailah did get a bit irritated, after all, referring to him as 'Sir Garrett' and further feeding his ego wasn't something they needed, but since it was Lynn, she did her best to hide that fact since she simply wanted to avoid any unnecessary trouble.

Almost as if the meeting wasn't loud and annoying enough, before they could continue, a loud commotion could be heard on the outside. When Nailah looked at where the noise was coming from, she simply couldn't believe in what she was seeing. It was a full blown parade. Apparently it was just to introduce another member to the Alliance.

Please, not another arrogant, stuck up noble..." Nailah thought to herself, rolling her eyes in an obviously annoyed expression as she secretly hoped the new member not to be like a few certain already problematic ones that were in the Alliance.

The one that was the center of said parade seemed to be a slim, rather frail looking woman with bright, gem-like scales who introduced herself as Itzel, a soldier from the Oro royals.
Itzel immediately went to Aeden, paying special attention to him as she introduced herself. While Nailah wouldn't judge her, since it was too soon to say anything, the way she went straight to one particular person was already something for her to think about.

"For a group that wants to be discreet, this is quite a good start..." Nailah said, with a chuckle as she looked to the parade. It was clear that she was annoyed with the parade and not with the new member's arrival though.

"And you don't need to be worried about them. If a wyvern as much as dares to even touch you, they'll have to deal with me first~" Nailah said, gently hugging Lynn as she said she could help calming them down.

"Talking about singing... I would really like to hear you singing someday!" Nailah said, smiling kindly towards Lynn.

"I'm not particularly worried about the wyverns... In fact, they should be worried about you instead!" Nailah said, laughing as she turned to Allard, who said that he could 'help' to deal with them. Nailah still didn't forget how he basically punched that woman's dragon to submission earlier.

When Algimar walked towards Itzel, greeting her with a short bow and an undeniably warmer welcome than the one she had given him, seeing how he was smiling and chuckling when talking to her. If Algimar looked at Nailah right now, he would almost feel her staring at him, before raising an eyebrow and looking away.

Just after Aste joined the alliance, the tavern started to become noisy. The Alliance, that she had thought to be just a small gathering from the tavern, have suddenly increased in number out of nowhere. A large parade that arrived abruptly in the tavern. That greeting wasn’t surprising to Aste, for it wasn’t the first time had she faced that kind of greeting. One that Aste had seen more often when she was a child.

And in the middle of this crowd was one who calls herself Itzeal. A splitting image of a noble. A girl that looked to be more handsome than pretty. Aste folded her arms to look at the grandeur of the parade. Not before remembering that she had yet to saddle her horse. “Its good to see you joining us here,” Aste cut away with her bit of formalities at the new member, before reaching herself for the stables. “Name’s Aste”

Itzel seemed to perk up when questioned about her capabilities. "Oh, yes of course! I can conjure crystal, forming walls and equipment. I can also enchant crystals to reflect spells and to cause shrapnel to hit anyone that attacks the crystal. For martial skills, I am skilled with weapons, but I use my tail in melee." She raised the tip of her tail to show off the cruel and dangerous looking spike on the tail. "I prefer to stay a bit further away and use my bow or sling. My Oro strength adds a good bit of power behind my shots." She then pulled out two arrows, one covered in three rows of wicked barbs and the other long and pointed. "The barbed one causes more damage as removed. The smaller ones shatter on impact to cause shards to embed." Then, finally, she gave a small flap of her wings, using her magic to hover in place. "And, obviously, I can fly. Gaston, my wyvern griffin hybrid companion, also accompanies me on the battlefield."

Algimar's comment and bow drew Itzel into a proper and polite curtsy. "Well, it was not my idea for a parade, but the guard decided it best to have a parade for an arriving royal. Gaston loved it. I simply did as expected to make sure the people were treated politely." Aste then welcomed her as well. She smiled at the magoi. "Nice to meet you. I hope I can be of assistance to the alliance. I dare say, the world could use a beacon of hope anymore."

"Quite tha entrance there, lass." Allard chimed in, "Glad ta have ya along for tha trip. Tha name's Allard, its an honor." He gave Itzel a short bow before turning back to Nailah, "I should probly head o'r ta tha stables ta get tha ox and cart ready fur tha road." he mentioned.

Lynn looked in wonder at Itzel. All the beautiful colors in her scales astounded her. Never had she seen anything like it before, she couldn't look away. Lynn finally got the chance to introduce herself to Itzel, "I'm Lynn! Nice to meet you!" she said happily. "If you are ever injured or need medical help, I will try my best to help." Lynn knew nobody else was telling her what they did in the group, but she did figure it would be good to let her know who could patch her up if she was injured.

Shye wasn't as keen on introducing herself. Not because she felt like she shouldn't, but rather, she wasn't quite sure as to how. However, this debate with herself was short lived as Nix decided to go investigate herself. Nix approached Itzel and started sniffing her. The smell was...odd. Not in a bad way, but definitely not the normal way. It was minty with a touch of cinnamon. Nix even tried licking her hand to see if it tasted like it too. Luckily, Shye showed up behind it and picked her back up, scolding her slightly. She bowed nobly to Itzel as Nix found herself a place to perch on Shye's shoulder as she straightened back up. "I apologize, my name is Shye. The inquisitive one here is Nix," she introduced herself, Nix chirping a little at the sound of her name.

"Shall we depart? The crowd outside seems to be waiting for us." Algimar could hear the words of some who shouted outside. They shouted praise of the Alliance for protecting and healing them. Algimar stepped to the nearby window that overlooked the crowd as they rejoiced. He didn't want to be first out the door. But once they were outside those of the alliance would be asked many questions. Their individual reputation growing. Questions like where they were from, their names and their relationship status was asked to each by various people. Though none seemed more important than Allard as he was greeted by Galland. Shaking his brothers hand with a tight grip. "Ah reeeaaalll pleasure tah have reunited with ya. Despite all tha tragedy that struck tha wurld." He looked humbled for a bit before smiling in full force. "It's ah shame ya have ta go. But I wish ye well on ya journey ta save these lands. I'm sure tha king of light has brought fourth a power to cure us all. Bless his shining hide!" Galland looked to where the elder of the town was approaching. He had with him a large egg and a bag. "This is fur our returned boy Allard'n his kin who sit in Gaia's lands till this day. We promise to keep yur famulies graves intact and protected. Please take this prized offering from the town and its people. Our hopes lay with you lad." The elder brought the egg and the bag himself despite moving at his own pace. The crowd of people were cheering and some tossed ropes of colorful stones over their heads. Decorating them all in colors. "All Hail the Alliance! Tha wurld will soon be our again!" Galland shouted. Getting the crowd cheering more. They began to let the road clear and allow them safe passage.

Allard clasped arms with his old friend, Galland. "I was more than happy ta just come back home an stay a spell. But it seems our enemies have forgotten who they are dealin with. Best go remindin'em, eh?" he said with a laugh. He noticed Galland look around and Allard turned to see what got his attention. It was the Eldar, bearing what seemed to be an egg and a bag. His face became more serious as he listened to what the elder had to say. Although he had his own concerns about the egg, being where they were headed and the dangers to follow, they were an offering from the people of Pearl, and Allard did not want to rebuff their generosity. Allard bowed to the elder,"Thank ya fur everything Elder. I pray I live up ta those hopes an more." He looked between the both of them. "Farewell my friends, if anything should fall awry, send fur me, and I will come back as fast as I can."

There were a few mentions to Lynn as the miraculous 'walking potion' from the day before. When asked where she learned she simply explained that she worked in a hospital in Tearia where he mother trained her. But more and more people would show up to talk. Though it was not as many as who came to see Allard off, it was more than what was comfortable for Lynn, and she had the sudden odd feeling of both stage fright and embarrassment as she made her way to her carriage and horse.

Shye went mostly unnoticed by the crowd, not many recognizing her being alongside them as she wasn't really until just this morning. However, there was one family that stopped her to thank her. It was the parents of the child she has saved the other night. They didn't have anything to give save for their thanks, which was more than enough for Shye. She was just content with the child being okay. Speaking of which, the young child she had saved ran up to her and held out a vivid yellow flower with a slight orange fringe to it's petals to give her. She smiled and gently took it, thanking the kid as they scurried back to their parents. Shye decided a good place for the flower was to pace it in her hair at the base of her right horn. As for Nix, now that they were outside and heading out, She could see all the little lights that were reflecting off of Itzel. She was mesmerized by it, and had this nagging feeling that she should attack some of the specs of light that danced around her.

Dremmick, having been outside before the huge party arrived, tried to keep himself distanced from the crowd, not wanting to be in the middle of a question and answer bit and keeping an eye on all the people around them again, lest they have a repeat of yesterday.

As they left the inn, Tali noticed a huge crowd that pressed in, trying to ask questions and learn more. She answered happily, even occasionally giving a small song at request. She was not one to bask in the attention like this, but she did quite enjoy people actually noticing her presence. She waded through, giving out free hugs, answers, songs, and even a couple kisses on the cheek to a few pretty women. When she made her way back to the group from the throngs of people, she noticed Lynn getting rather swamped. The poor girl obviously needed something a bit familiar to keep her focused. Tali went over beside Lynn, wrapping an arm around her waist and hugging her close as they walked. "It'll be ok. Trust me, it gets easier to be in front of a crowd as you do it. Until then, feel free to stick close to me. I can take some of the pressure for you."

Itzel, as she stepped out, looked to grab Gaston. He was gone. She knew why in a matter of seconds. She looked out among the crowd and saw her companion giving kids rides and eating random items he was offered. Occasional cute growls and roars issued from different places in the crowd. For her part, she played it well. She politely answered questions for her and even shook hands and hugged people. However, her primary goal was getting her attention whore of a mount so she could get ready to leave. She waded through the crowd, eventually getting to Gaston. Itzel gently got the kids off his back and told them politely that she needed Gaston now. Getting on him, he looked back at her, giving an annoyed snap of his jaws for her interrupting his fun. She, for her part, poked his nose with a finger before guiding him to the rest of the group. "You really are loving all this. If I could leave you here to enjoy yourself for a bit, I would, but we need to leave now."

As Itzel described her capabilities Aeden nodded with a thoughtful expression on his face. With proper planning her abilities would be extremely valuable. ”Thank you, Itzel. You’ll certainly add an excellent tactical edge as we will likely need it.”

Algimar suggested they should leave, and Aeden certainly agreed with that suggestion. He nudged Nyph to get his attention. ”We’re heading out.”

Nyph chirped happily. ”Okay, boss! Oh I can’t wait to see what there is to see here! I’ve never been to this part of the world! I wonder what we can expect!”

”From what I read of the area before coming here you can expect a lot of raw nature,” Aeden glanced to Allard whom was receiving a gift from what looked to be the Elder of the town. He wondered what the big man knew as far as the area. Then he looked over to Itzel and wondered the same for her. Two different perspectives certainly would help with a more balanced view.

When his eyes settled on Shye, he could see she was much more relaxed than before as she happily received a flower from a child. He wondered what she did to receive a gift like that. He could only imagine how someone as kind as she was would be chosen by the Dolofon to be one of their slaves. It made no sense. It made him wonder about the competency of the leadership within the guild. They had to know someone like her would be a liability to them. He had to seriously consider the thought process behind that.

There was too much to consider, and Aeden worried there would not be enough time available to think everything through.

Nailah listened Itzel's explanation as she talked about her capabilities. Conjuring crystals to form walls, equipment and even enchanting them was something unusual, but incredibly helpful to the party. She also seemed to be capable in long ranged combat by using her bow.

"Hm... that could use to be incredibly helpful..." Nailah muttered to herself as she heard Itzel's words.

After the other members greeted her and said what they needed to say, it was finally the time to depart. Nailah wasn't exactly looking forward to having to deal with all the crowd outside, like Algimar mentioned. Ironically though, she didn't draw as much attention to herself as some of the other members of the Alliance. So other than the ones admiring her beauty and her skin, probably not many would see her as a 'hero' like the others. Despite that, she was surprised when she realized that while she wasn't exactly in the spotlight, many were still directing questions to her, mostly about who she was, her relationship with the members of the Alliance and unsurprisingly if she was single.

After replying to some of those questions, waving and smiling kindly to the curious and giving a mischievous smirk to those who were asking if she was single, she finally turned towards Allard, who was talking with Galland and the Elder, who came to give their final farewell to their old comrade and a small gift. When Nailah saw what the elder gave to Allard, she couldn't contain her surprise.
"Oh my~ That is quite a gift!" Nailah said with a curious stare as she leaned towards Allard to see better what he was holding.

"It looks like Allard is going to be a daddy~" Nailah said with a mischievous giggle.

"I hope you can deal with it. Young ones are really energetic and can be quite a handful, you know? I'm speaking out of experience, of course..." Nailah said, winking playfully to him referring to the fact that she had a lot of dragon blood running through her veins before she turned around as a three teenagers from the village approached her with blushed faces, each one holding a different type of orchid flowers in a small bouquet, handing it out to her. Some of them had enough courage to say something but others were too embarrassed to say anything.

With a mischievous smile and a giggle, Nailah leaned towards them as she gently took the flowers that the boys were offering to them, before giving each one of them a small kiss on the cheek.

Everything had happened so fast that Mason could barely process what was going on. One moment he was packing his alchemy gear back into his bag, the next they were all being paraded through the streets for some reason. Whether it was nerves, or sheer unpreparedness, Mason was at a loss for words other than thanking the people of pearl for their hospitality, and smiling and waving as they were paraded through.

Trying to squeeze through the crowd was not an easy feat for any onlooker who wanted to get close. But one in particular tried to look over the taller folk of the crowd with standing on her toes, using her tail for balance. "Geez when did this place get so popular." It was Raquel. She wanted to get back inside the inn but it didn't seem possible she was wearing new clothes for the day including the fur coat Garrett gave her. Behind her was a older man and woman, both seemed to be seasoned farmers of the lands and fully Oro. They also had a smaller one with them who looked like Raquel but much younger. It was her family. Coming to see the commotion in town about the people who helped heal them and protect their home.

Aste trotted her gelding to the group of the alliance. It seemed to her that the alliance was ready to go. She was quiet during most of the sendoff. She hasn't done much for the newly joined group, and the joining of the alliance was as timely as always for her. The noise of the parade was of a ringing screech for her sleep deprived state. She has hoped for a more tranquil dispatch from the city, but that wasn't so to be the case. Crouching against the white horse, Aste straightened her clothing, to hide her less than pristine state. The path was towards the nearby river, so that was to do is to carry on a bit longer with the short trip.

Once they set foot on the river, she could take a long long rest that she had always wanted.

And she was going to make the elders get it for assigning her on such atrocious task. She was going yell at them for making her take that sort of mission when she couldn’t even have her long night rest for the long while. Aste, one of the mages of the Mogoi, thought, letting out a yawn as she set forth. The white swallow, Varin was frolicking along the side of the shoulders, nibbling on the seams of her grey coat.

It wasn't much of a concern, a tailor isn't hard to find, and a few cast of her magic was all she needed to make her look presentable.

Garrett focused on the map he presented, exactly where would things go wrong on the path they would take, thankfully they were able to hold their own, but not-so-thankfully, there were not able to hold the structural integrity of the group. Individualism kills, as they say. He nodded to Lynn, knowing a break would be well needed, a refreshing swim and a nap in the sun wouldn't hurt anyone besides aging skin.

He rolled the map up, returning it to where he had stowed it before he presented it, Now to address Itzel.
"Welcome Itzel. To the Alliance. I hope you have made preparations for the journey. We're departing shortly. "
With this said, he would turn to the rest of the Alliance so they would catch on to his words.

He started moving out of the Inn himself, the crowd was nothing but a hindrance to get the Alliance from where they were to where they need to be. It was funny enough they were only famous and a sight to see only when they were leaving.

Then, a spotlight, not one of any true sense, but on that made Garrett focus his attention on something, a Raquel in the crowd. A melancholy smile plastered his face, perhaps the last time he would see the girl in this setting. He approached her and her family, it would only be proper for him to bid them all farewell.

It was not hard to make out Garrett in the group of the so called alliance. Raquel smirked as she noticed him come his way towards her. She couldn't help but take the opportunity to pounce on him once he was in range. Though he was larger than her she still weight a good deal, her hefty tail providing ample additional weight. To hold her size from even a few inches dropping took a mighty form. Which she tested on Garrett. If passed, as many strong Oro men would be able to, she would award him with a drawn in kiss.

There would be no way he wouldn't anticipate such an outright attack, he let come what may from this girl, as soon as she jumped at him he would latch his arms around her to hold her up, off of the ground, hit feet planted firm against the ground, letting all the weight hit his 'carapace' reinforced legs and diffuse properly to manage such a lovely and refreshing weight to carry. It was not a matter of strength, but what must be used to hold her up, as many Oro men would miss and use their brute strength to keep anything lifted. This was not the case, for, for the most part. With a grin from experiencing another warm welcome from Raquel, he would kiss the spry lady from Gaia.

"We meet again, Raquel."

Raquel quickly dropped to the ground whilst still hugging Garrett closely. His calm demeanor was befitting a knight. One hardened through battle and not too keen on the homely pleasantries. Her family watched with humored expressions at their daughter take a liking to such a man. "Oh my it seems she truly does like this man." Raquel's mother spoke out. Whilst hugging her husband who was strong from a life of work. He chuckled also. "Indeed she does. But I hope she understands what tha lad is. Ah knight fur tha alliance is no simple way of livin." He huffed. He had told Raquel to try for the local farmer boys. Ones loyal and hard working, most importantly nearby. "Ah but she is young and he is too. Perhaps tha world is able to accommodate such uh pairing." He took a deep inhale of his pipe and let out the cloud of smoke. Raquel seemed unable to listen to their chatting. She instead kept kissing Garrett as if she knew they would be parted for some time. "It's ah shame ya have tah go." She held him tightly. "I'll send you letters. Be sure to send the winged letter back when you can of course. Also be safe..." She handed him a box wrapped in a colorful blue blanket. IT held within a few dinners made with love. Guaranteed to put a smile on a hungry face.

Galland was happy to hear that Allard was in good spirits about accepting such a burden. The people of Pearl loved their people and yet they could spare none but one to join the alliance in their attempt to save this world. It was their hopes riding on the big mans shoulders now. Though it was time for Allard to depart Galland and the other members of the guardians wished him farewell. Galland even waved to Nailah with a smile. "Take good care of ma boy Allard!" He shouted to her with a friendly cry.

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"Hey hold on!" Bidzil shouted after them, He ran ahead of them and stood in their path. "Stop, going out unprepared is just going to get you hurt. We should go back to town and make sure we have everything we need first if we are going out there." Bidzil looked up to the sky, gauging the time of day. "Its barely after noon, if we go to town and hurry, we can be be in Sunfire by this evening. And if we are in Sunfire, I can ask my mom if we can stay there for the night!"

Nix made an uncertain gesture, then a slightly low growl as she stood up and moved to follow Bidzil. Sedna, feeling a bit better now that she had some water, floated curiously alongside Nix, not leaving to far from her side.

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Bidzil looked up to the two siblings from where he sat with his legs crossed next to Sedna. "That sounds like a lot of fun actually! My name is Bidzil, and this here is Nix. You have already met Sedna." He hopped up for the introductions, but then went on to their suggestion. "Though, I'm against going at night. We should go into town first and make sure we are prepared for the road. If we leave early in the morning we woulnd't have wasted too much time."

While Bidzil didn't seem to mind, Nix didn't seem to quite understand. "But Bidzil, they hurt Sedna! she protested.

Bidzil turned to her with a smile trying to calm her down, "It's okay Nix, it was just training. She is going to be fine, I'll make sure of it." Sedna made a happy little bubbly sound which to Bidzil was a confirmation of his statement.

Nix, however, was still not impressed, and transformed back into her true dragon form, her way of ending the conversation in a huff. She eyed the others with a hint of irritation and paced around in a circle before laying down, exhaling a sigh of frustration. It was the closest to a 'fine' Bidzil was going to get from her. "We could go split the cost of a room at the inn and get to know each other, should lighten the mood up I think," Bidzil said sheepishly, trying to change the subject, which was followed by another sigh from Nix.

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oh, i thought yal were collabing something in pm, whoops. I'm sure if you come to Rai first with an Idea they wont mind helping get things organized for a quest if thats what you wanted, lol

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lol, woot! cool beans!

Jollan's group-o-peeps

From a botched monster hunter rp

Bidzil Folkvar

name: Bidzil folkvar

appearance:

Barioth armor

Personality:
Can be fairly quiet most the time, keeping to himself. He doesn't mind talking to people, he just never really starts conversation or had too much to say. He is friendly, but treats people with the same amount of respect he is shown, as well as having a low tolerance for arrogance.

Unlike most hunters who hunt for glory, Bidzil simply fights to keep the small village he was assigned to safe. He doesn't partake in a hunt unless the creature is a threat, or is actively attacking the village. He sees many quests the simple objects of people's vanity or idle curiosity and doesn't seek to entertain those people's whims. As such, he hasn't amassed a large fortune or entirely the best gear, though he does keep it well maintained and has concentrated on becoming more skilled with what he has over the grind for more useless junk to adorn his walls. He usually fills a support role in a group, though is no stranger to dealing heavy damage when his allies are all taken care of.

gear and skills

gear:
barioth armor- strong vs ice / weak vs fire / slight weakness to thunder
decorations- physique jwl 2 / x3 expert jwl 1

Userper's crime (light bowgun)-

Hider

ammo and levels- normal 1,2,3 / pierce 2 / pellet 2 / clust 1 / recover 1 / para 2 / exhaust 2 / thunder / tranq / paint
internal- slicing 1 / demon / armor
rapid- thunder

Striker's bowgun-

Hider

ammo and levels- normal 1,2,3 / pierce 1,2 / pellet 1,2,3 / crag 2 / clust 1 / recover 1,2 / thunder / tranq / paint
internal- force 1 / shrapnel / demon / armor
crouching- force / shrapnel

skills:
Critical eye +2 (affinity up 20%)
Constitution (slows stamina depletion)
Airborne (increased damage caused by jumping attacks)

RP translation - Has great accuracy to hit weak points, higher than average endurance, is definately going to be an aerial type lol

hunter arts: light bowgun- bullet geyser (initial backstep while firing a timed explosive that sends user flying backwards, also useful for evasion.
heavy bowgun- guns blazing (fires a canister of stimulant overhead, boosts movement speed and lowers recoil)

note: I wasn't sure if you wanted all this kind of info or not, I left stats out of it and just tried to keep this as an list here so i knew what all he could do. Wasn't sure how specific I needed to be but since monster hunter is all about gear and skills instead of magic i thought this would be a good way to portray it.

item set

Item set:
mega potion / antidote / mega demondrug / cool or hot drink as necessary / life powder / rations / flash bomb / shock trap / anitidote flute / demon flute / amromr flute / armor charm / power charm

the potion, antidote and demondrug will be in a leather holster case on his left hip connected to the belt. The drink would be in a flask at his back left hip, just behind the potion holster. The flash bombs he keeps holstered on the right side of his belt, similar to the potions just on the opposite side. The rations will be kept in a pouch attached to his belt on his right, just behind the flash bomb holster, keeping everything balanced on both sides. The life powder is a small sack of powder tide to the front of his belt on his left, in front of the potion holster, he has a field pouch/butt pack that rests on the very back of his belt that holds his horns, each painted to represent what they are for, and the shock trap.

some backstory:
At a young age, Bidzil lost his parents when they went out for a gathering request for the town. They were caught by surprise and killed by a Deviljho that was wandering the area, which caught the guild's attention as they sent numerous hunters to find and eliminate the beast. Many hunters packed in to small village, turning it into a city of tents. Everyone was eager to face off with the Deviljho, talking about how glad they finally found one, that they still needed some part or another their aromr or weapon, or dreaming about the cash reward. It sickened Bidzil even as a young boy. Nearly all the hunters that arrived were here to serve themselves, not even thinking about what happened as a result of the Deviljho being there in the first place. Bidzil's parents weren't the only ones to suffer, a number of hunters had also fallen to it just trying to keep the village supplied with food and materials for day to day life. The guild hunters however lost a few themselves, though they were eventually able to bring it down. When they left, the group that took the beast down was met with high praise, as Bidzil guessed they probably should, but something about how the whole ordeal left a bad taste in his mouth, as if they thought they were gods gracing the peasents with their saving presence, not of hunters doing their duty for the communities that supported them.

Bidzil ended up building a disdain for most run-of-the-mill hunters, despite becoming one himself as he grew older. He vowed to never let the prestige taint his soul like it did so many others, and kept to his small town that raised him so that he could give back all that they had given him. He never celebrated in his work, and he always did what he felt was necessary to provide for his village and protect them. When the village offered him a house, he initially refused, but after a lot of pleading from the village that they should pay him back, he gave in under the stipulation that they kept it small and to not go too out of their way in building it. So with that said, he now lives in a small, comfortable one room house on the edge of town next to a creek. It had a bed, a storage chest, a simple rug, a bedside table, a dresser,a mirror, and a nice view of the creek from a small window. It was made of stone and mortar, with a simple wooden door and awning facing parallel to the creek. There was a fireplace with a cooking pot, an short walk off next to the woods, and a fire pit just outside.

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Ack made contact with the attack. The absorb ability was quite effective against the water spriggan, which was followed by an outcry of pain from Sedna. She rapidly withdrew from the bug, retreating from what injured her and sat low in the grass, trying to draw the water from it, though it didn't seem to be working fast enough to heal her efficiently.

Bidzil noted her speed, but kicked himself for his poor decision. He hoped that wouldn't effect Sedna's trust in him. Bidzil took stock of the situation. He didn't see any sources of water around them and he didn't know of any skills the spriggan could use. "Hold on!" he shouted waving his arms as he started towards Sedna. He rushed over to her and knelt down next to her, Nix right behind him. "Are you alright?" he asked, but she shook her head. An absorption based attack seriously hurts water spriggans, and now she didn't feel well after that. "Here, take this, it should be better than trying to pull it from the ground. I'm sorry I didn't lead you properly. I will try my best not to make such mistakes again," he continued as he took off his pack and handed her his water canteen from it. She took it and drank from it, replenishing part of what she lost, though she took all of the water from it, meaning he would have to get more now. Bidzil looked to the others, "I think I will concede defeat. She doesn't seem to be a fighter and I am unsure with her skills. I don't want to continue in my uncertainty and make things worse for her," he said as he sat down next to her.

Nix then looked at the spriggan and then the bug. She thought about the situation herself and then asked Bidzil excitedly as she came up with an idea, "If the water is now inside the bug, wouldn't she be able to move the water inside of it and then beat the bug against things? OH! Or she could pull the water in two different directions and split the bu-"

"WHAT!? N-No, Nix! Geez, we aren't trying to kill it! And where do you come up with such morbid methods anyway!?" Nix was a bit crestfallen, and Bidzil noticed it. He truly didn't think of that, and in a real survival situation it would probably work, but not here. It made him question just what kind of stuff she had seen on her travels with his mother when she was still a dragonling. "Okay, maybe the first option, but I didn't think of it so its still my fault. Besides, I already called it, its fine. I think Sedna might be better with support anyway. There is a lot of healing methods with water elementals that she may be able to do. I just don't think fighting is in her blo-....well, water." This seemed to cheer Nix up a little.

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@Mogget Sedna was open to be it with absorb, Ack was already practically right next to her when it made contact with the shield.