Kestrel

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Only a crew big enough for one and a half ship.

Legend of Renalta 2 (Dark Fantasy)

Here Cometh the Wolves

Her first mission with the Queen's Blades was filled with new experiences. Not only was it Esyllt's first time in the kingdom of Tuleria, it was also the first time she laid eyes upon lizardmen. Their scaly skins, their snouts and strange feet. They were just as their name prescribed; a mix of lizard and man. Esyllt could not help but stare in awe at the creatures, impolite as she knew she was. Esyllt would quickly look away whenever any of them noticed.

It had been her first time to travel by ship as well, which had made the trip all the more fantastical. Traversing the water, having the ship rock underneath her feet (as well as her first time experiencing seasickness) and seeing the coast shrink as they drifted from it, and another grow as they approached it, it was as if they traveled through a world of yonder. Tuleria made that very same impression, and in her entire life, Esyllt had never felt this small before. It was exciting and frightening at the same time. The kingdom of Tuleria was a whole new world...

From the port to the inner city, Port Luclin was riddled with stalls and merchandise. Esyllt found it hard to keep up with the rest of her team, but disciplined herself to ignore all of the city's distractions. The weather in Tuleria was warmer than even the hottest summers in Edmundal. Esyllt quickly found herself sweating and her skin tingling from the heat, but was hesitant to button down like the locals seemed to. Their climate reflected in their choice of clothing, they bared skin and scale in places that made the Edmundal girl blush. Women walked around with exposed legs midriffs and backs, whereas many men, especially the working class, had their chests in display. Their clothing was loose and appeared to be woven out of thin fabric. Esyllt on the other hand, wore a military-style outfit, which consisted out of multiple layers. It wouldn't be until they would meet Janelle that Esyllt would even adjust her collar. In a land of small estate-lords, appearance was crucial to negotiations.

Once inside of the official's office, Esyllt could feel her heart pounding. She had to take a moment to catch her breath and mute the feelings all these consecutive new experiences had running through her entire body. Combined with the weather and her outfit, it was quite taxing. Nonetheless, she followed Saul when Janelle asked for their introductions,

“I am Esyllt Boudica, knight of Edmundal, commissioned in the name of the queens of Renalta. At your service.” She introduced herself with a light bow, but kept her eyes on the creature next to Janelle. The beast had a beak, Esyllt noticed, but this creature's body was more akin that of a panther than a bird's. It had similarities to a griffin, even if Esyllt herself had never seen one. Perhaps she kept her eyes on the beast a little too long, as if trying to figure something out, but even Esyllt did not know at the time what prickled her curiousity towards Janelle's pet.

“Please excuse my colleague for his manners,” She referred to Saul, who clearly attached less value to proper introductions than the young knight did. She was nowhere near as graceful in her rhetorics as her teachers would have her be and it was clear that her efforts were hindered by her travels. Esyllt could not have gotten used to the climate in the hours she'd spent in Port Luclin, and so her breath was deep and her bowing tense. Regardless, she tried, doing her best not to let her gaze wander to Janelle's pet, or the lizardmen in the room.

“However, his assertiveness is a virtue. To begin, we would like to confirm the information we've received from your messenger, if you please.” Esyllt stated before the triad, “Namely, as my colleague stated, the identities of the victims, but also the suspected method and nature of the crime.”

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Alphakoka said
Daddy Hordquiken?

You wish ;)

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Marrow said
*thinks of making a rook with multiple spirits*shall I pm you my awesome idea?

Hmm, usually holders only have one spirit, but sure send me the idea.

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Humans (or knight holders) are 1/1/1. Pawns just lack the stat bonuses from being a rook/bishop/knight spirit (and of course spells/weapons.)

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*as a human being :P Pawns have roughly similar stats to bishops and rooks (albeit a bit lower) but they don't have any of their powers.

EDIT: Also Crouching Tiger is up.

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Alphakoka said
Hey Kest, what's the average distance that a Knight spirit can be away from their holder from?

They can move independantly (although this isn't recommended for most spirits) but can only be summoned near the holder.

Fallenreaper said
You lie so well...

Well that's to be expected. It was a mandatory class in evil GM-ship uni.

But yeah I'm working on it it now.

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Free Billy

From her sonar sessions, Mari learned there were only very few holders around, namely her team and two on the beach. Additionally, from her high view she could see a flock of birds flying close over the sea. It was in the far distance, but they were drawn to one point, after which they landed on the water and suddenly vanished from Mari's sight.

Soon an angry store holder, however, would yell at Mari to get off his ice cream parlour, claiming she was scaring his customers away.

Will 'o the Piper

As far as Eidren could see, the general territory was with few hills, but little obstruction for his sight. There were patches with trees here and there, abandoned sheds along the roads, and wide-stretching farmlands. However, he should get a clear view on most everything.

Eidren's flight would lead him to find the river the village elder had been talking about. It was located three kilometers from the village and branched through the plains lengthwise and crosswise. He would later find the coast, where some of the villagers had been found dead. It was about a two days on horseback for a normal person away.

There were many more farming villages around, if you bothered to look from high enough. Many of them about a day's travel also. There even was a castle, from the supposed landlord that hadn't come to the village's aid, that more inland, between the villages, and roads from all the nearby settlements lead to it.

That was all Eidren could see from the height he was at. However, if he picked his landing spot right, he might be able to find out more...

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

Returning to the badlands once again, the Library had not taken a caravan with them this time. Instead, they had a woman from Political Relationships with them, who looked more like a hippie than a politics professional, with purple-dyed hair and a turban bound so loosely it could double as a scarf. Her name was Fran, and she was one of the few actual holders in this PR branch. She had been selected for her increased survivability, as well as her... What Fran proclaimed to be 'connection to nature.' It was somewhat of a miracle she still was with the library, as her personal views on many of it's actions, especially regarding the monster captures, conflicted with the missions. Fran had managed to keep her work and personal views separate, however, which was a boon to... Having a regular, well-paid job.

Lastly, Fran was capable of speaking the same language as Cerberus. For what reason remained unknown, but because the report from last mission had made it abundantly clear that the holders that were held captive by the mother dragon were unable to speak for her, it appeared a necessary asset.

The badlands had changed since the last time the librarians had been there. Although it was still largely composed out of sand, there appeared glass walls, pillars and floors (although with this heat it would be unwise to touch them) and they seemed as to be self-contained craters in the sand, although the chance many were already filled up was high. Some had ceilings and were like small bubbles, or nests in the sand. They often appeared like bowl-like structures, and if one could look past the sand that covered it, the would be able to see they were filled with eggs, and occasionally small lizards.

The sand drakes, once hostile predators, seemed more concerned with taking care of the nests. They dug around the nests, often providing sand to cover them. They also helped the small lizards out of their cocoons, grabbing them by their tails or necks from an opening in the nests, and putting them in the sand (after which the small lizards would scurry and bury their selves.) However, in spite of seeming caring protectors, who knew what one would do if a human came close...

Besides the capsules, half-finished or not, there were also glass structures towering above the lands. These were covered in wet sand, and provided shade for large, blue-ish felines. They ranged from the sizes of tigers to lynxes, but all had human eyes that followed the movement of the librarians, and they would stand up if they got too close. Every now and then, very local clouds would form and rain down on around the werecats, wetting their areas. The werecats even had small glass bowls, which they used to catch the rain they created. Although, besides that, they all appeared exceptionally lazy.

It was Fran who loved these sights, as it was something she had never seen before. “It's like they're creating their own country.” She gleed with childish enthusiasm, unfitting of her position.

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Kestrel said
Heh.Anyway. Post should be up later today. Also, Hedya, would you mind if I put Diane on the crouching tiger mission= It needs just one more person to start and I don´t think any of the unfinished applications are coming back

You know when I said this? I lied. I'll see if I can get to it tomorrow.

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Brovo has some pretty good reasons not to post ;p Ignore he's there for now.