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Solana remained quite as the dwarf silenced the bickering group and began listening intently to him speak of his childhood. The idea of adventuring into such a place did seem intriguing but when the dwarf demanded the surrender of their gold something didn't smell right. She could see where he was coming from but that was asking a bit much. Instead of raising concerns she watched others around her make up their minds as they began signing the document on the table. The dwarf had appeared genuine in his tale but would she really give up her money to him because he's asking her to? She decided to wait, remain seated and be one of the last to sign as the rest took turns doing so.

A dirtied young man who had been assembled began telling a tale from his youth of some heroic deed he committed. Solana listened to him speak of an evil wood spirit that turned the animals on them and how he'd been so terrified, yet seemed quite proud about his role in the story as a dashing young man saving his sister from the evils of the world. He tried comparing the situation to a dragon as if he had any idea what he was talking about. Shaking her head slowly she addressed the group verbally for the first time, "Not to be rude or anything," she began with her eyes directed towards the dirty man "but where I'm from there is a lengthy tale the elders would share with children around the fire of a 'terror in the night' with flesh forged from the blackest part of the sky and with a simple beat of it's wings leveled villages. They would talk of men being stuck between it's teeth who suffered being digested for days by saliva which could melted flesh, a tail which shattered entire fleets into driftwood or it's demon eyes which held a magic so powerful it could sense you through walls. We have tales of many dragons in my land, the good and the bad kind, but none are like this. If this Belthar the Corrupter is akin to the black dragons of our stories, we stand little chance against it."

She didn't bother looking at anyone else in the room, instead Solana stood silently and signed along with the rest 'I Solana Veata of the Crimson Wind sign my name unto this document in a sane state of mind that I agree to all conditions as they are in this document'. When she finished writing Solana untied her coin purse from her belt and tossed it onto the table along with the rest. Before she turned to walk off Solana looked at the dwarf who called upon her and spoke firmly "But the legends also state of a Great Vermillion Owl who was birthed from the sun, sent down to chase that beast back to the forgotten place from once it came. And just like that He had done before, I shall do the same."
For sake of conformity and beauty, I would like one as well. :3


Solana had traveled quite far in the last three days, her boots caked in mud and her cloak covered in dirt. From afar one could mistake the grey cloaked figure for a small boy, possibly a squire by the looks of the swords she carried. This misconception had caused at least six bandits to make the mistake of ambushing Ana in an attempt to steal her blades. Often they were shocked to find a women alone, a few even seemed to enjoy that fact. Solana thought of her journey and allowed a smile to crack across her dust covered face at the thought of those men sliced to bits by her. It had been a tiring trek across the landscape trying to get to a small town she'd never heard of before, which wasn't uncommon for her. She stopped for a moment on the trail and looked up, the sun had been going down for a while now and it was obviously going to be dark soon if she didn't reach the town tonight she would miss her opportunity and have traveled for nothing. Breathing heavy from her travels, she pulled out her canteen and took a swig of water before breaking into a full sprint, she needed to get to that town as soon as possible.

After running for some time and admittedly losing some force in her steps, she could see the dim orange lights of a settlement between the trees. Relieved she stopped running and approached slowly towards the town. From afar it seemed rather quite with a few people still about on the streets which was a good sign, meant the town felt safe. Solana arrived in the town late enough that those left on the street were beggars and drunks save the few peasants who still had agendas. She approached an older man who had been walking up the road lighting the last of the street torches wearing a somewhat official uniform. When he acknowledged her, the old man slowly lit the next torch before he turned to face her. "Sir do you know where the Black Water tavern is?" Solana asked, trying to hurry the old man up. He stopped for a moment and examined her closely before jabbing a finger down the road and giving her a nasty look. Confused she nodded to him and kept her 'thank yous' to herself, quickly hurrying down the road before she realized why the man had given her a dirty look. The building had a massive sign hanging on the front clearly labeling it, feeling a bit sheepish Solana pulled the hood more over her face before stumbling into the tavern.

Inside was an apparent ragtag group of colorful characters who seemed to be in the middle of some discussion, Solana noticed a dwarf who seemed to hold some sort of regard above the others. With a hooded head she nodded towards anyone who might've seen her before approaching a nearby empty table and sitting down. Sliding her hood off she revealed her thin neck and a pair of rather large grey eyes that seemed to dominate her face. She rubbed her nose with the back of her hand which had been red from running before lifting her eyes and looking at the group closely. Each one proved to be stranger than the next, none appeared to know each other though which allowed Solana to feel more comfortable with her role. Judging by their looks, she was confident none were better than she with a blade but in all honesty that meant nothing as Solana herself lacked language skills, survival skills and anything that really wasn't attributed to battle. Hopefully those who sat around her were massively skilled in their own specialties and could make up for what she lacked. For now she could only wait to see what would come next from this motley crew.
Isra had been staring at the ceiling of the police station for only a short while when the whole structure shook causing small bits of debris to fall from the ceiling and scatter on the floor. Shouts could be heard muffled from behind the wall but she couldn't make up what they were saying. Only moments Isra heard footsteps as a Growlithe followed closely by an Abra came around and began unlocking her cell. She studied the Abra for a moment and although he didn't seem like a sinister type, you could never be too careful. The cell door eventually flung open and the Growlithe hurried off as if he had somewhere else he needed to be. The Abra presented himself by bowing an apologizing for what had happened, Isra raised an eyebrow at him and looked over to her stuff. Slowly she walked over and picked them up before she said anything to the Abra.

Isra pondered as she walked over to her things, allowing many questions filled her mind. "So.. who are you? And where am I? And what is going on here..?" She threw the poncho on hastily before tying the string of her hat back under her chin as she spoke. The Abra in front of her looked civilized enough, he was clearly polite but there had to be a reason he came
Sorry my internet went spaz mode and I'm just reading the IC now. I'll probably post later today. :3
XxFellsingxX said
You know what, guys, I'll post. I'll have Willow leave the kitchen at this point because otherwise the roleplay is going freeze and not go anywhere so just give me a few minutes to think up a post.


Sometimes you just gotta grab a roleplay by the horns and direct it until people can continue to propel it.
Finished I hope. Tell me what I might need to change.
Hmm maybe we should plan out a little bit of 'what to do next'? Like think out where you wanna take the current situations?

I figured I would go with one of two ways. Isra would either be forced by Arcanine to join the guild as his sort of way to get eyes on you as part of her "community service" or joining up as a way to protest his police force/help out the town she's trapped in that she eventually adopts as a second home. So I was either gonna wait and see what would happen when the guild actually is established as something concrete with rules/name/etc laid out. What about you guys?


Solana "Ana" Veata


Age: Twenty-four years old.
Race: Human, specifically of the East, from the Crimson Wind Clan.
Gender: Female.
Height and Weight: 5'5'', 113 lbs.
Eye color: Grey.
Defining Markings: A tattoo of the Great Vermillion Owl, the symbol of the Crimson Wind Clan, is located on her lower back.
Personality: Solana is a complex being, like many other conscious creatures across Arcazia. While she can be seen as one of the braver souls in the world she still seeks companionship requiring interaction with others and prefers doing things with a group seeking safety in numbers. Something of a daredevil, Solana was always one to search out the next adventure in her life attempting to experience all she could before her end because death never came up as something she even considered, as if she was either going to do something or die trying which is a mentality that often got her in many dangerous situations. With her new lifestyle of an adventurer she is still getting used to the many predicaments it can get you in and while her combat prowess is something she can boast she is still an amateur adventurer and Ana has a lot of learning to do about the world around her and how to survive in it before she can be considered anyone special.
Fears: Insects, Poison, Marriage, Serpents, Dark Magic.
Likes: Traveling, Exotic species, Food, Fighting, Thrill seeking.
History: Solana Veatal was born on a very small unnamed island inhabited by the remnants of her long forgotten clan located north of the Twilight Isles where she migrated to in her youth. Ana's clan had struggled for generations on their grief stricken island before her father, the last clan leader, decided they needed to find a new home. When her clan entered regular society they were forced to work as mercenaries for local lords to feed themselves. Her clan was one of many that was used in the local skirmishes between lords, which quickly dwindled their numbers by effectively killing off the male population. The remaining population consisted of young females, most of whom were taken wives and shameful widows who were viewed as degenerates of society. Ana however chose to take a much different route in life, one not typical to any of her clan members.

Being the only child of a clan leader young Solana was rigorously trained by her father in their clan's unique combat styles. Being able to pick them up naturally, she excelled in combat and often gained much praise from her father. However it was taboo for girls in her clan to learn how to fight and as such she was never allowed to display her natural ability. This was until recently when Solana decided to travel the world and left the Twilight Isles seeking adventure and a way to restore her clan.
Inventory:

    - Dark Grey hooded cloak.
    - Smoke bombs.
    - Bandages.
    - Canteen.
    - Bedroll.
    - Blade Blackener.
    - Hand Mirror.
    - Climbers Kit. (Boot spike attachments, 30 foot rope with a hook attached.)

Weapons:

    - 'Black' a Katana attached on the hip with a black wrap around the hilt which from it hangs a small silver lion.
    - 'Red' a curved hunting knife hidden within her boot, with a small ode to the sun imprinted on it's steel.
    - 'Grey' simple straight sword with an extended hilt allowing it to be held by two hands strapped to the back.
    - Throwing knives in a satchel on the thigh.

Purse: Sixty copper pieces and two ruby fragments from her homeland.
Armor: On her less dominant right arm Ana wears a full metal sleeve consisting of various pieces that completely encase her fingertips to shoulder and even extending up to her neck. Aside from this her main form of armor appears to be a heavy white leather tunic with steel scales woven into the fabric, protecting her torso. Ana also wears a pair of heavy black leather boots, matching leather gloves and a pair of steel thigh guards hanging from her hips.
Fighting style: Ana was trained in Iaijutsu, which is a specialized dueling style used solely in her homeland. Her clan's specific style is known as the 'Scarlet Gale' which focuses on a combination of consecutive cuts or parries to disable an opponent, members of her clan are renowned for their high caliber of agility, endurance and precision with a blade while maintaining a level of power many struggle against.
Oh wow I feel like I'm far behind. This RP looks so good, I'm gonna start my character now. Is an Artificer alright? Like an inventor who uses magic as their base of scientific discovery.
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