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The Order of the White Lily

@Masterkeun@Heap241 Nice! Thank you :)

The Order of the White Lily

@Heap241
Can I help with this one?
Rating: 1 star Location: Iving, Irbel Quest Giver: Farmer Francis Task: Please help me pull out the poisonous Tenical Weeds from my farm, they are destroying my plants and lively hood Reward: 400 Yule Minimum Number of Guild Members in Party: 1 Member
Maybe Pascal can help dealing with the venom for good.

The Order of the White Lily

Pascal Marduk

Pascal came out of the washroom refreshed. His morning rituals would have been considered unhealthily strenuous for an ordinary man, but his body was accustomed to that type of workout, and a quick bath was all he needed to transform the strain into vigor. Furthermore, the bath was free at such early hours so that he could enjoy the quiet echo of the water in the lonely lavatory, and once he would be done, walking back to his room, before the others would clump at the washroom door.
His bed was meticulously made, the clothes folded and resting on the chair. He stood in front of the opened window and inhaled vigorously, the humidity of the waterfall lingered in his nostrils. He coughed. He then proceeded to wear his clothes and collect his items, and all while coughing. He may have looked fit on the outside, but he knew age creeps from the inside.
No matter. He was here, finally, with a purpose, with a way.
He unsheathed his daga carefully and studied the edge. There was a small sideways curvature to it, he knew, yet this was still his most faithful weapon. He encased it as if it were a relic. He shook his vials’ misty content. Upon them, his reflection became apparent. In a guild so young, was he really able to be up to the task?
He threw the earthy cloak on his shoulders and before the fabric settled, he was out of the door.

The lounge was bustling and clinking, mixing up the occasional clatter with laughs. Pascal snatched a muffin from an empty table, and approached the board. His eyes crossed those of Athena and he hinted a bow.
He studied the board, the head slightly tilted as if it were a painting. He always respected the neatness with which the white haired girl prepared the notices.

The Origin: A Devil Returned (Arc Two)

@The Darklight Project Awesome thank you! I will probably do that in a few hours. I already have an idea in mind, and it would be cool to see if it would fit within the world. :)

The Order of the White Lily

@Heap241 Awesome! Can't wait to know what that would be. By the way, feel free to PM me if you have some kind of overarching direction for Pascal. So I can nudge him towards that path. :)

Altens: Alien Warfare

Golen gorged on the kibble, then laid on the floor defeated. Quickly panting with the tongue drooling on the floor. He was suddenly too lazy to even ask for petting. He groaned deeply and burped. There was nothing that would have gotten him up for a while.

The Origin: A Devil Returned (Arc Two)

We meet again @Zi ;P

The Origin: A Devil Returned (Arc Two)

Hi!
I would like to participate, but I am a bit intimidated by the amount of storyline and lore that is going on.
Before I start making up characters and plot storylines, would it be possible for me to pick up a few scenes with already created character of lesser importance so I can grow accustom to the world and lore? I would probably ask you for a lot of help especially at the beginning @The Darklight Project :)

Altens: Alien Warfare

Golen was not gonna let go of the ball that easily, but as soon as Akita shifted her attention, it was clear playtime was over. The dog sat and scratched the top of his head with gust. Humans give little attention to very important things such as balls, and eating, he thought. Something about the white rectangle lights seemed always of utter importance.
It was ok though. They still took care of him an would give him food. Speaking of food....
He walked towards the kitchen, nose inquisitively on the ground. He didn't pay attention to the familiar BEEP-WOOSH-BEEP! of the door, as it let him through.

Altens: Alien Warfare

Golen darted towards the ball. With surprising dexterity he did not touch anything in the path. Not the table with the blueprints, nor the robotic arm, not even the cardboard target although the ball gently landed near it. As quick as he went, he came back, a spurt of joy in his eyes.