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~@AzureKnight (VRA)~
Ian shrugged. "Mama always told me she dropped me all the time when I was a baby." He still concealed his reasons. "And come now, Vară. You're a monster, a Flame Demon! Did you really think that anything I did could hurt you? I mean, you got a mean halberd but no way could I hurt you with it! No matter how hard I thrusted or swung!"
"Are monsters... really that tough?" Neil allowed his curiosity.
"Pretty much." The Dhampir answered. "It takes a lot to hurt us monsters. And even more to actually threaten our lives." She then closed her eyes with her fingers on her chin, thinking hard about the situation. "Aha! I got it! Hahahaha! This Ian guy's super crazy!" She laughed at her realization.
"Hey, hey, why are you laughing? What's going on?" Neil demanded.
"No! Don't tell them or else they'll get in trouble!" Ian panicked, a first sight to behold. "I mean, I can handle that by myself but still!"
"Ian's right. If I told you two, you might get roped into it. Best if you just walk away with this victory." The Dhampir told Neil and Vară.
"And-and, if you go home right now, you'll get a big reward! Like, lots of gold that'll probably be important later!" Ian added, begging the Guild members to simply let the situation run its course.
~@Rezod92, @Restalaan (YNG & DIT), @13org (FYR & ADA), @Stern Algorithm, @AzureKnight (NAG)~
"...I see." Bart nodded, acknowledging that his view on the matter was soundly defeated rather unanimously. He made no attempt to answer any of the questions asked of him, swatting away Ada's hand, but simply turned to the knight Guild member with his arms stretched. "Well, Reed. Looks like you get to stay by popular vote. Lucky you, you have people on your back. Unlike me." Bart said no more as he walked back inside the Guild headquarters. Still, he left everyone's questions hanging.
Still, it was fortunate that the spat was resolved rather peacefully. Reed let out a long sigh and patted Ada on the shoulder before addressing the rest of the Guild. "Thanks everyone, for sticking for me." He expressed gratitude. "Except you, monk. You sounded ready to throw me out." Reed threw shade in Yang's direction but his tone was in jest.
"I don't know what came over him. Bart's not like this back then, at least I didn't think so." Haley aired her thoughts. "I think the stress' getting to him. Although, I have a feeling it's not just that."
"If the stress is truly wearing him down, perhaps we need to do something about it." Reed suggested. "Maybe someone should go talk to him. Someone he trusts, of course, but after this... tirade, I doubt he trusts any of us." He then let out another sigh. "Are the Liliraune sisters still cooking? I'm as hungry as a bear before winter."
~@AzureKnight (VRA)~
“Ian, if this was your idea of some sick, twisted joke, then you’re more depraved of a manic than I had thought! Why did you request aid to catch a robber, only for said robber to be yourself? Why did you try to kill me? Are you lunatic, or were you born with a defect?!”
Ian shrugged. "Mama always told me she dropped me all the time when I was a baby." He still concealed his reasons. "And come now, Vară. You're a monster, a Flame Demon! Did you really think that anything I did could hurt you? I mean, you got a mean halberd but no way could I hurt you with it! No matter how hard I thrusted or swung!"
"Are monsters... really that tough?" Neil allowed his curiosity.
"Pretty much." The Dhampir answered. "It takes a lot to hurt us monsters. And even more to actually threaten our lives." She then closed her eyes with her fingers on her chin, thinking hard about the situation. "Aha! I got it! Hahahaha! This Ian guy's super crazy!" She laughed at her realization.
"Hey, hey, why are you laughing? What's going on?" Neil demanded.
"No! Don't tell them or else they'll get in trouble!" Ian panicked, a first sight to behold. "I mean, I can handle that by myself but still!"
"Ian's right. If I told you two, you might get roped into it. Best if you just walk away with this victory." The Dhampir told Neil and Vară.
"And-and, if you go home right now, you'll get a big reward! Like, lots of gold that'll probably be important later!" Ian added, begging the Guild members to simply let the situation run its course.
~@Rezod92, @Restalaan (YNG & DIT), @13org (FYR & ADA), @Stern Algorithm, @AzureKnight (NAG)~
“I’m not sure what’s going on here, but please stop this. Master Bart, if you’ve any doubt as to the integrity of Sir Reed, I’d be more than happy to vouch for him. It was thanks to his planning that our group returned home safely!”
"Not to mention, wasn't it you that held a vote on whether or not Reed was let into the Guild? It was unanimous and we greeted him with open arms after that. So what happened between now and then that lead you to believing that letting him in was something you regret now? Seriously, what the hell is your problem!? First Neil, now Reed! Dude, this is getting fucking ridiculous!"
"I too, can't understand the reasons behind Bart's actions, but conflict is not the answer. We should all calm down, sit and talk before taking any action we might come to regret later."
"Guildmaster Bart, if Sir Reed is to part from us, at the very least, can you tell your reason of dismissal of Ortusian?"
"Yes, I'm sure everyone's had a rough day. Let's settle down, have a meal, and discuss things in a civil manner,"
"...I see." Bart nodded, acknowledging that his view on the matter was soundly defeated rather unanimously. He made no attempt to answer any of the questions asked of him, swatting away Ada's hand, but simply turned to the knight Guild member with his arms stretched. "Well, Reed. Looks like you get to stay by popular vote. Lucky you, you have people on your back. Unlike me." Bart said no more as he walked back inside the Guild headquarters. Still, he left everyone's questions hanging.
Still, it was fortunate that the spat was resolved rather peacefully. Reed let out a long sigh and patted Ada on the shoulder before addressing the rest of the Guild. "Thanks everyone, for sticking for me." He expressed gratitude. "Except you, monk. You sounded ready to throw me out." Reed threw shade in Yang's direction but his tone was in jest.
"I don't know what came over him. Bart's not like this back then, at least I didn't think so." Haley aired her thoughts. "I think the stress' getting to him. Although, I have a feeling it's not just that."
"If the stress is truly wearing him down, perhaps we need to do something about it." Reed suggested. "Maybe someone should go talk to him. Someone he trusts, of course, but after this... tirade, I doubt he trusts any of us." He then let out another sigh. "Are the Liliraune sisters still cooking? I'm as hungry as a bear before winter."
The Journey Begins
~ Liven ~
Interacted with: @Rune_Alchemist
“I’m certain both these people and my employer will be quite pleased.”
"Yep, we're here to help. And... we'll try not to make this... messy." Nick replied to the maid. He tried his best to reassuring but he could not hide that things may not go according to plan. He knew enough that plans rarely do that. "No promises, though. There are a lot of zombies outside and who knows what that witch could do."
Glancing at Elisette for a moment and seeing that she was still busy talking to the town survivors, Nick figured he still had time to talk. "If you don't mind me asking, can you tell me about your blindfold? Does it like... give you superpowers?" He decided to be forward with his thoughts. "Sorry, I'm just curious. Thought you were blind when I first saw. No offense and all that."
Just then, a remembering thought entered Nick's head. A missing puzzle piece now clicking in with the rest. "Tsk! Aww crap, forgot to look for matches."
Updoot will come around the weekend (maybe). Sorry for the delay!
The Journey Begins
~ Liven(?) ~
Interacted with: @Rune_Alchemist
Nick listened intently on Viorel's explanation. The zombies came gradually but steadily, and soon came an entity that slaughtered the people in each house. A cold shiver went through Nick. He thought he and Elisette would only be dealing with some zombies and a witch.
Speaking of the witch, apparently she was once a resident and... that was pretty much it. Nick would have to ask the survivors for anymore details. As for supplies and armaments, there were some that Nick could use.
Then he was pulled aside by his warrior woman companion.
“...I don’t trust these two. Move into town shortly before things get bad? And what’s with the zombies keeping people in? That seems pretty weird to me. I'll ask around...you uh, stay cute and don't get into trouble, kay? I'll be here so just shout if something jumps ya."
Nick let out a heavy sigh. It had been at the back of his mind, that Viorel and Cynthia may not be who they said they were. The village's undead problem only forming a border was also strange. "Yeah, we should probably be wary even here. Anyway, I'll continue being cute over here then. I'll come find you if anything comes up.
Rummaging through the church for equipment, Nick helped himself to a hunting knife whose owner was long gone as well as a torch and a lantern. Nick emptied the lamp of its oil into a flask that was also ownerless. When push comes to shove, Nick would need something to 'shove' with.
Once that was done, Nick noticed the 'maid' Cynthia sweeping the floors of the church. He felt she was someone he would need to meet, seeing her dress in his vision and all, so he approached. "Hi there. You're Cynthia, right? I suppose even in dire times like these, things still have to be neat and tidy, no?"
~@Rezod92, @Restalaan (YNG & DIT), @13org (FYR & ADA), @Stern Algorithm~
"Of course not! I mean, look at Reed! He's from Ortus! Does he look dangerous?" Haley was the one who replied, pointing at the distant knight with a wing. Realizing that a warrior like Reed may not be the example, she cleared her throat. "Okay, maybe he does. But, but my point is: They're just human, like... every other human." She shrugged. "The only reason everyone sees them weird is 'cause the Order's at war with them. The only major human kingdom to be doing so."
"It's a bit more complicated than that..." Sir Reed had finished talking to the rescued captive who went on his merry way. "A long story short: Before the Great Change, Ortus was cut off from the rest of humanity for a long time before Ortus' founder, Argus of Candor, defeated the monster tribes and clans blocking contact between Ortus and the Order. By the time that happened though, our cultures were vastly different from each other which lead to tensions." Sir Reed finished. "The rest is history. After the Great Change, I guess the Order decided to deal with us Ortusians once and for all."
"Tsk, blasted Ortusian..." Bart turned around to head inside the guild with everyone else. But the remark earned a surprised look from Haley and a more... physical reaction from Reed.
A mailed hand on the shoulder stopped the guild master, courtesy of a ticked off Reed. "Have you a problem with Ortusians, guildmaster Bart?" He said, a tone of tranquil fury.
Bart shook off the hand and faced the Ortusian. "So what if I do? What're you gonna do? Hit me? In front of everyone?" The raised voices and commotion had probably attracted everyone else's attention. It appeared no one would be having dinner anytime soon.
Sir Reed glanced at everyone in the Guild present. "...Mayhaps I have chosen the wrong place and wrong company to find my enlightenment."
"Bart! What in the gods' name do you think you're doing?" Haley yelled in disbelief but could not stop the standoff.
"It is hard to believe that such a small weapon can be so powerful. These... 'Ortusians'... They aren't dangerous, are they?"
"Of course not! I mean, look at Reed! He's from Ortus! Does he look dangerous?" Haley was the one who replied, pointing at the distant knight with a wing. Realizing that a warrior like Reed may not be the example, she cleared her throat. "Okay, maybe he does. But, but my point is: They're just human, like... every other human." She shrugged. "The only reason everyone sees them weird is 'cause the Order's at war with them. The only major human kingdom to be doing so."
"It's a bit more complicated than that..." Sir Reed had finished talking to the rescued captive who went on his merry way. "A long story short: Before the Great Change, Ortus was cut off from the rest of humanity for a long time before Ortus' founder, Argus of Candor, defeated the monster tribes and clans blocking contact between Ortus and the Order. By the time that happened though, our cultures were vastly different from each other which lead to tensions." Sir Reed finished. "The rest is history. After the Great Change, I guess the Order decided to deal with us Ortusians once and for all."
"Tsk, blasted Ortusian..." Bart turned around to head inside the guild with everyone else. But the remark earned a surprised look from Haley and a more... physical reaction from Reed.
A mailed hand on the shoulder stopped the guild master, courtesy of a ticked off Reed. "Have you a problem with Ortusians, guildmaster Bart?" He said, a tone of tranquil fury.
Bart shook off the hand and faced the Ortusian. "So what if I do? What're you gonna do? Hit me? In front of everyone?" The raised voices and commotion had probably attracted everyone else's attention. It appeared no one would be having dinner anytime soon.
Sir Reed glanced at everyone in the Guild present. "...Mayhaps I have chosen the wrong place and wrong company to find my enlightenment."
"Bart! What in the gods' name do you think you're doing?" Haley yelled in disbelief but could not stop the standoff.
The Journey Begins
~ Liven(?) ~
Interacted with: @Rune_Alchemist
“Inside. Quickly. We do not want to have the barrier down after nightfall.”
Nick and Elisette were let inside the shelter by a blonde man with very, long hair and wore the black robes of a typical priest. Nick spotted a strange insignia on the robes, one that looked like a flower or a skull or both. An amethyst necklace hung around his neck, while his eyes were ruby in color.
“Apologies for the cold reception, understandably we’ve had it a bit hard here.”
Within the church were the apparent survivors of the village, still alive but in miserable conditions. Nick could only wonder how long they were like this. As they went further inside though, Nick was greeted by the presence of a figure that made his eyes widen. There was a girl there wearing a dark blue-and-white maid dress, albeit a more fantastical and... flashy version and not the kind found in Earth, cosplay notwithstanding. But more importantly, it was the maid dress that Nick found in his vision.
She had a black blindfold on but her head followed the group as they entered, and Nick was watching her the entire time. Questions floating in his head the entire time.
“Viorel. Just a traveling scholar who happened to stumble upon this village in its hour of need. Cynthia over there is my traveling companion. I thank the apostles for coming this far. I doubt I can do much more than keep the barrier over the door up. The people here need food and a warm bed, but...well, we’re all out of those. Unfortunately we can’t leave either. Those undead out there...whoever is commanding them is quite the character. They won’t follow into the city - they just stop people from leaving, and anyone from wandering in.”
“Woah woah, hold up, you’re telling me someone is commanding those undead?”
“That’s right. The people say its a witch that lives in those nearby woods, but I’m just a scholar.”
“So...we just gotta smash this witch and the undead will be gone, then, huh? Seems simple enough. Probably some underworld cult or something huh...Uh, what are you gonna do Nick? I don’t mind if you tag along but well, erm...”
Nick scratched the back of his head. It would be the smarter decision to just hang back and let Elisette deal with the problem, but Nick was still worried about the warrior woman. Besides, he didn't feel right sitting this out. "Uhh, I think I'll be coming with. You'll need to find where the witch is in the woods, right? And I have a knack for finding things." Nick made his decision.
"Uhh, but before we go, can we take a minute or two to catch our breaths? We did just get chased in the snow just earlier." Nick was indeed tired but he just wanted to ask around some more. Taking a glance at the surviving townsfolk, he turned back to Viorel. "How long has Liven been like this? When did those zombies start coming?" He asked before getting the idea of at least arming himself. "I'm guessing the town guards are all gone. Do you have any remaining weapons for defense here?"
Looking at the maid named Cynthia, Nick pointed a thumb at her. "And don't you think it's a little... impolite to have a blind person as your servant?" He doubted that Cynthia was incapable, but Nick wanted to coax out some information.
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