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Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Beach
Interactions: Kaleb@FunnyGuy
Mentions:, Raven Eris@Tae Saoroise@Potter, Kharne @Kazemitsu : Ismael @Th3King0fChaos, Annya@princess Bowyn @Helo, Rue @Potter

Equipment:
Slime Day Mallet

Foot Soldier weapons

Throwing axes x2:

869 Amas.

River port was blessed with an Azure type ocean that sparkled in the morning light. The waves were calm, a necessary and welcome feature to any port. Probably the barrier reefs guarded the shore from the strongest of the waves making the area closes to land perfect swimming and diving spots. No doubt, at this very moment Rue, the princess and others from her party were enjoying the sun and salty air. Bowyn had decided to forego the slime day evolution, though if this was to spend more time with the winter fairy lass or to avoid Arn was not too sure.

During the awkward breakfast, the soldier dwarf had stolen a glance or two but decided that probably meeting her eyes would be uncomfortable for both. Her more than anything as she was trying to repair her relationship with her village buddy. The young medic gripped the wooden mallet and choked on the handle as if trying to use it for support.

The wooden mallet felt good in his hand. Every dwarf had molded their hands to both weapons and tankards. Though Arn often bypassed and tried to avoid any sort of violent encounter with sentient and intelligent beings, slime hunting would not be against his personal code of ethics. The gelatinous goo was little more than slug. Besides, there were many emotions that the dwarf needed to let loose. As luck would have it, these poor oozing practice dummies would be recipients of those pent up frustrations.

He smirked as he saw the curly haired elf spring forth with gusto. A few people to his left was the unmistakable form of the lizard brute, though the sharp eyes that beheld the mass of slimes move towards them betrayed that behind the brutish façade, Kharne was any thing but. The demi human who had introduced himself as Ismael seemed to be on friendly terms with the big dragon kin. This only made Arn feel more fired up. Following after Kaleb, though in a more structured pace, he picked out his first target.

The tangerine colored ooze boinged towards him with no regards or care. Arn swung with a back hand motion, allowing the shaft to slide gaining range as the heavy head followed the path of motion. The dwarf missed! The mallet head was an inch too short to impact the slime. The medic’s eyes went wide as he side stepped and tripped. Analyzing his mistake the soldier figured his muscle memory had expected a heavier weapon not the light wood of the mallet. Feeling embarrassed at his rookie mistake he did not even look around though from his peripheral he could see the almost graceful motions of the attacking draconic mercenary.

Grunting low in his throat he charged after the tangerine slime, as if wanting revenge. This time, he jumped slightly and came down on the unsuspecting ooze with abandon. The hammer easily broke through the surface tension of the slime’s outer body and the slime exploded in all directions. There was a sense of accomplishment and release as the hammer plowed into the sand. The young soldier breathed out and a felt a sudden rush through his body. He enjoyed combat, and the din of battle but he often repressed it.

He may not be the blood son of Thur Hammer hand but he still bore the same ability and enjoyment of battle. Or was it because he was the son of the King of Ironhold and through his veins ran the royal delight in war? Arn decided not to dwell too much on this philosophical inquiry and instead allowed himself to enjoy swinging this mallet around. There was a familiarity with the weapon that could be plainly seen by any skilled in combat.

His strikes and poses betrayed his training. Low stances, efficient movements, and strong weapon control allowed him to efficiently claim slime after slime. More than once his path crossed that of the curly elf. Probably because the self assured man was weaving and waving without a seemingly rhyme or reason. Arn smirked as he saw that the other man’s wild swings had carry the evidence of his kills on his face and body.

The dwarf himself was methodical in his direction of hunting and dispatching of the slimes. He was glad that he was using the mallet provided instead of his own mace or weapons. Slime clean up was tedious work. Due to the acidic nature of the slimes, if not cleaned properly, armor and weapons would rust. Also, being made of bodily fluids, a rancid smell would also develop. Using the entire length of the wooden shaft, which was meant fore regular sized humans, it allowed Arn to keep the splatter to a minimum.

Once, when Arn was within ear shot, he called after Kaleb. “Make sure to wipe off the slime every now and then. If allowed to stay too long, it may cause a rash.” The acidic properties were probably not as strong on newly formed slimes such as these which were basically new born babes, but it would still cause discomfort. Something caught the dwarf’s eye. Was that fire on the curly elve’s mallet? He blinked and rubbed his eyes.

No, others had seen it too and were stopping their hunting activities to stare. Kaleb tried to explain it away but the tone of his voice did not even seem like he was sure of that explanation. An inquisitive look formed on the young medic’s face but when a slime bumped into him he decided to perhaps address that later.

Instead, he walked close to Kaleb. “If you don’t mind, I will take care of any slime getting too close to you and you can take care of the ones down range. These slimes should not be dangerous but we would not want one to bump into you and make you loose an arrow unto an unsuspecting participant.” If anybody truly believed Arn to be a self absorbed and praise seeking bastard, then his offer would almost appear to be an excuse to show up the curly headed elf.

Jewel of the Skies

Hope that post was worth the wait. I have actually been listening to GOT books. He captures simple things that makes the world seem more real not just grand battles etc. I like how he even describes the dishes and smells and such. I am a descriptive person myself. I hope that comes out in my posts. if not let me know. lol. Hope you are having good luck in your studies. Wishing you the best.

Jewel of the Skies

Arn felt like he was flying. Not because he was astride a wyrm that was coursing through the broken skies that were a dark ocean. This feeling was weightlessness. It felt as if his soul no longer occupied his body and he was free. Perhaps similar to how a ray of sunlight feels as it stretches along the horizon. He had felt Eilis’s lips upon his and had felt the brilliant burst of emotions wash over him.

The feeling had been so potent that the Aether had shuddered. Perhaps it was because the connection of their Threads had fused even more. The power feed back of such an event would reverberate through the invisible threads. Ideally, such a moment would have been better left for when the group was not traversin a perilous stretch of sky and not being hunted by very magically apt witches.

The master mage could care less as he lost himself in the sheer beauty of sharing such an intimate kiss and soul shuddering moment with the pretty blonde girl he had sworn his life to. As she pulled back, Arn could not help but take a slow shuddering breath. There were no words to describe what had just happened. No words were needed after that first kiss. So no words were offered. But as his protegee leaned back against him, he held her wrapping his right arm around her. Protectively but also positively.

His strong chest rose and fell as he took deep breaths. His heart was still racing producing strong beats that the master mage was sure could be felt through his armor and robes. Like the young lady, it had not only been his feelings that had stirred. He would not have felt as ashamed if he had know that Eilis also wanted more of him as he did of her. Arn softly kissed the top of her head. More to satisfy his need of more of her than anything else but also to show her that what they had just share was not a mistake or easily forgotten.
As if in answer to his tender touch, Eilis began to sing. Her voice was captivating and though the word meaning of her lirics escaped him, somehow in his heart he knew what she was saying. His soul swelled. His eyes saw the light shapes materialize. It was almost as if their souls were talking. This was an ancient magic. From before written word had even been formulated. The master mage had read of something similar. A simple spell. Yet one that carried with it the history of the teller. It was infused with the singer’s own life force. Arn could not look away. He gave a few shuddered breaths. He had never felt so vulnerable and yet so safe. The one word that revibrated in his mind was “Together”.

For a second, only the two existed. Mainly because the magic she was projecting was only for the two of them to enjoy but also because their connection via the Aether it made it feel so. His survival instic however soon kicked in seconds after their dragon kin became uneasy. He broke from the spell she was weaving as if a drowsy man walking into bright sunlight. He blinked his eyes trying to ascertain what had spooked his reptilian mount.

The hunter showed itself all to soon. Arn tightened his right arm around Eilis as his left held the reins tightly as his mount executed a perilous evasion to the right which would have unmounted them if the master mage had not secured them. His head followed the giant form of the assailant as his mount flapped distressed. A grievous cry emited from the reptilian throat to be answered by the other two mounts.

There were few tales and written records of Gargantuans. It was hard to get accurate descriptions and gather insight when one is trying to run for their lives or being eaten. However, there was little else that could be assaulting them now. The size and general shape of the monster before them could be nothing else. Few even truly believed they existed but every one could agree that they did not want to be proven wrong.

Thankfully Tyrhallan knew there was little chance of standing their ground. Alexa and Tobi rushed forward at the Knigh Captain’s urging. Arn urged their own mount forward and leaning close for Eilis to hear he told her. “Take the reins, I will try to confuse it.” Concentrating, the master mage began to pull from the Aether. His hands glowed an icy blue. The temperature as the passed became colder. His aim was to produce sleet to mask their passing and also harass their gigantic pursuer. Hopefully the monster would find the small morsels not worth the pain.

Tobi, having seen this stunt before shouted to Tyrhallan. “Stay ahead of the curtain! Hopefully the sleet will make it heavy or freeze its wings. Make sure not to get caught in it or you will get lost.”

Somehow feeling like he needed to ease any fears Eilis might have, Arn called in a strained voice as he worked his spell. "Fear not, we shall be ok". He even offered her a quick smile. One that had a hint of tenderness. After their kiss, what were they? That question was best left for after they were safe...if that was even possible.

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

@Whoami No worries. Stay safe.

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

@Lunarlord34 "Knock them the fuck out..." Priceless lol

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

The young shield hero regarded the clapping people around him with hint of embarrassment. It had not been his aim to be the center of attention but he had been a fool to think that none would pay attention to him even if he was not Cole. After all, there would be those who would delight in documenting and witnessing any of his faux pass if possible. Why that was, he could not accurately say but scenes like this reminded him that he was always to be on the alert. The political world of court was not a game he knew how to play.

As it was, he was still enjoying spending time other than training with his companions. Though he could guess that both Auriel and Rivia would much rather spend their time sparring. Both were warrior women and battle would always be their first love. The man who won their hearts would have to brave indeed.

The young shield hero had to agree with his fellow hero regarding Auriel and her garb. However, the way she ported herself, there was no doubt that she had at least received some sort of court training. After all, the church was a very influential presence in the kingdom. Even in his own world, there were times when priests and deacons were seen as above the law and holding their own law that the local magistrates could not fully challenge.

Fer had started towards Auriel when the change in music began. He felt dizzy, as if he had just stood up too fast. His ears followed the sound of the speaking voice of the herald. There was no need for introductions. Somehow, his jewel bracelet gleamed slightly and the shield hero knew he was in the presence of yet another Legendary Hero. Seeing as he had met, at least briefly, the Spear hero and he travelled with the Sword, this must be the Bow hero.

A sudden jealousy surged inside the Hispanic male. If he was the user of the Bow he could apply all the skills he had learned and be much more useful to the party. Why had this world decided to give him something he was not trained in? How had he even been selected for that task? There were many questions involving his receipt of the Shield. Questions that would have to be left to latter to be answered.
The wielder of the bow was anything but subtle or sneak as most users of bows are. In fact, she was boisterous and bullyish. Something you would expect of an ax or mace wielder. More surprises awaited Fer as the Bow shot a sparkling arrow to the chandelier. His eyes burned with the last image they had beheld before the room exploded in brightness. Add rashness to the growing lists of faults he was fiding with the newly arrived Hero.

In reaction, the bracer that housed his shield in his arm glowed and a burst of light later found Fer sporting a regular looking Heather shield. Even blinking his eyes, the young hero could do very little other that guess what was happening as he heard shouts around him between Matsunaga and Cole. Where they fighting? He tried moving towards the sound of Cole’s shouting. At least he could offer his shield as protection.

His body moved slowly, as if walking in water. However, thanks to his shield given enhancement, he was much faster than possibly even the others in his company. Still, the feeling of being weaker alarmed him. His resiliency was one of the few things he brought to the party. By this time, his eyes were at least able to see blurry. In time to see Cole go down on one knee. The sound his companion emitted alarmed the shield hero. He rushed as fast as he could to get in front of his companion and shield him

“Cole! Are you alright? What the hell is going on?” His own concerned questions were drowned out by Matsunaga’s foul mouth. Through teary eyes he saw the two struggling figures. Was she punching him? What the hell was her problem? What had Cole ever done to her? In a few more steps he would be upon them.

Using his shield as a battering ram, Fer used all his power to crash into Matsunaga. He hoped his momentum would send the Bow hero flying. Hopefully Rivia and Auriel had not been as foolish as he and watched the arrow fly but he had been mesmerized by the shining arc it had made. His first priority was to protect Cole and then to subdue this rampaging bitch.

Jewel of the Skies

@Neianna86 Lady you always keep me on my toes. I am like always expecting you to go "And they all died...." lol. OK, I will add some lore depending on the situation. I try for mages at least.

Jewel of the Skies

So I have a question, do you feel overburden and that you are basically shouldering all the world building? If so, my apologies. I don't mean to seem lazy it is just seems that you have a very clear concept and I don't want to clash with it. I do try to fill in small pockets but have not truly tackled any world permanent items. Thoughts?

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: River Port-The Surfside Café /Beach
Interactions: Annya@princess Bowyn @Helo, Rue @Potter, Kaleb@FunnyGuy
Mentions:, Raven Eris@Tae Saoroise@Potter, Kharne @Kazemitsu : Ismael @Th3King0fChaos,

Equipment:

Foot Soldier weapons

Throwing axes x2:

884 Amas.

It seemed that a weight had been lifted from the young dwarf solider. Though his stature remained the same, he seemed to stand taller. Once the letter had left his hand, it appeared that his misgivings and self doubt went with it. The letter represented the will and command of the King…his father. Now that the lovely princess held it, the only thing that remained was to serve in any way possible. Serving and obeying was what a soldier did. It was what he hand trained to do for decades. Yes, Arn the soldier was much more capable and sure of himself than Arn the prince.

While the medic waited for Annay’s sharp eyes to scan the contents of the letter, more people arrived. First and hard to miss was the leviathan of the dragon kin whom he had seen the previous night and early in the morning. He brought in tow the white haired little lass who had taken off during his awkward introduction to the Princess and the two people he recalled seeing with Bowyn and Rue. Suddenly the elven man addressed them all….by name.

This took the dwarf aback and he could not help but stare at the young elf. Try as he might, Arn could not recall ever meeting the lad. The soldier furrowed his brow. He felt at a disadvantage. The man knew him but he did not know the man. The confidence and sweetness the elven man radiated was like a ray of sun. But to Arn, there was something strange about it. Almost like looking through at the ray once it has been reflected by a mirror. When the man gave his name to be Kaleb, This cemented Arn’s belief that he had never met the man.

Perhaps Kaleb knew him from a conversation between Bowyn and Rue. After all, how could a strange elf be able to point him out amongst the other dwarves walking about in river port. He was even out of his Legionnaire armor. He wondered how much the two inter fairies had divulged. The solder could not help but hope that the young elf was indeed a friend. A sudden fear gripped him. What if the young elf and his companion were spies and had befriended Rue and Bowyn only to kidnap them to reveal what they knew?

Thankfully, as if to relieve him of this fear, the two fairies walked in as if summoned by him. Rue was looking lovely as always. She had changed her outfit, the blue only made her porcelain skin that much more prevalent and the white of her hair like fresh fallen snow. Bowyn was no less striking, his handsome face marred only by the obvious pain and hate reflected in his icy eyes. Arn could not help but smile in approval as the winter fairy lad stepped up and offered his support to his lovely companion. It appeared that they had made up. The dwarf’s heart was happy.

The medic returned Rue’s slight smile with a slight nod of his own. His heart sighed. At least, he could sleep easy at night knowing that the two childhood friends were not torn asunder because of him. The smile that Bowyn offered the group however was less sincere but still worthy of note. At least the lad was trying. He confirmed Arn’s suspicions about how Kaleb knew him when the winter fairy addressed the trio that followed Khaerne. “So they had been drinking huh….alcohol has a way to loosen lips” The young soldier thought.

It did not however, soften Bowyn’s tone towards Arn. The dwarf nearly shivered at the codness in the fairy’s voice. Almost as if the cold winters of the north had settled in the lad’s heart. The dwarf found himself at a loss for words. He wanted to reply to the winter fairy that he had left not to find better company but to not be a third wheel. He wanted to explain he had seen the group and assumed it would be best if he was not part of them. He wanted to tell Bowyn that he did not want to come between Rue and him. Finally, he wanted to deny he had sought some bed partner. However, all he managed to say was “um N…No Noo” Before the winter lad took a seat close enough to the group but far enough to not engage in direct conversation with Arn.
Thankfully, he was saved further awkwardness by the melodic voice of the Elven princess. Her soft eyes and radiant smile somehow soothed him. . At the mention and offer to partake in food, suddenly Arn found himself very hungry. He nodded his thanks and acknowledgement. The next hour passed by in an almost ethereal way. He was amongst them but not truly a part of them. All the other groups seemed to know each other in some capacity. So they gathered and spoke amongst themselves. He was off on an edge of the table. Hidden in plain sight.

He managed to order his food and all but salivated when it arrived. The plate contained three biscuits halved and drenched in white gravy with bits of spicy sausage. A heathy helping of thick cut bacon and three sunny side up eggs accompanied them. A separate plate with roasted herbed potatoes and bowl of oat porridge completed the ensemble. To drink he forgoes the usual mead or ale that most dwarves drank for orange juice which was freshly squeezed.

The dwarf attacked the meal with gusto. Politics and social expectations were strange to him. But food he knew. Also, nobody could truly expect him to talk with a mouth full of good food and he hoped the others would be just as busy enjoying their own meal. All to soon however, it was gone and the princess stood suggesting some courses of action. The choice was easy. The young soldier could not imagine an appropriate scenario where he could just go to the beach and enjoy the company of the lovely ladies.

Instead, he opted to try his luck with the slimes. He figured that swinging mallets around and eliminating a nuisance at the same time would be a better use of his time. Arn followed the big group out. He decided to go last. His girth would not allow others to pass next to him. He was no where near as big as the lizard warrior but he was not lite like the elves and demi humans. He managed to find the required mallet. The soldier wished he had his own mace with him but he figured clean up would be a hassle. Instead, he purchased one of the many offered by stalls.

Arn picked himself a hefty one one and followed the enthusiastic throngs to the starting line. Too late he noticed that Kaleb was not two people to his right. He was glad to see that the demi human whom he had heard call himself Ismael was also nearby. The big dragon kin was hard to miss also. The one named Kaleb proclaimed some bravado, to which Arn inwardly groaned. He could not place his finger onto why the young elf irked him so. He scolded himself.

With an effort he did not understand he nodded to the curly haired lad and called back. “Very well, one should always improve in the art of battle. To stay stagnant is to invite death.” The voice of the announcer once more was heard as the start of the rally began. Arn gripped his hammer tight as the advancing horde of slimes drew nearer.

Purchases

slime day mallet-15amas = 869 amas

Jewel of the Skies

Very nice