Saiyan

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

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You should tell Adam that. He's up in his room, crying himself to sleep, right now :P

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THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

@ZoolYou won't get rid of me that easily. I was in Italy with my girl. Winin, dinin, good timin, ye know

Escape from the Prison Mine

Titus returned Mihn's nod with one of his own, the slightest smile on his face as he noted with approval that things were well and truly in motion. His hand gently gripped the bars as he tried to discern what was going on in the cell, Mihn ghosting from view further down the path the gang would take. When he saw Kristo in the guards uniform, he turned his head to regard his cellmate over his shoulder.

"Shall we be off then?" he said light-heartedly to Mort. It wasn't really a question.

Their cell was opened and with everyone united, the gang quickly made their way out of the prisoner barracks. There was no time to see if Erith was okay. Everything happened so smoothly that other prisoners were only just starting to take notice.

"Hey?"

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Hey, look, there out."

Titus struck a spark with his flint to light the fuse of his explosive device. The poison in Nightshade Moss was actually a powerful anesthetic that stopped the brain and lungs working, causing death rather quickly to anyone who consumed too much. However, in the right dose, it would do nothing than put you to sleep for a long period of time. Titus had filled a canister with such an amount - with sugar to act as fuel to burn, and baking soda as an oxidiser to stop the reaction getting too hot - Voila! - the mixture would boil and force itself from the partially sealed canister in the form of condensed smoke.

A sleep bomb, so to speak.

Clink, clink, clink...

The canister rolled into the center of the barracks suddenly billowing clouds of smoke into the air, the colour purple as a result of the Nightshade poison. Last out of the room, Titus flashed a look of contempt at the protesting prisoners as he backed up. It would be the last time any of them ever saw him again. Then the barracks door shut.

Now for the next step.

"Now remember," Titus started to Kristo. "The guard I deal with; his name is Vito. That's who you are taking me to see." There was no doubt that Kristo was a man brimming with charisma, but his ability to tell a story came with a potential downside and that was; that the man was prone going on large tangeants. "Try to keep any conversation minimal."

Titus could only hope the last bit of advice would be taken. Either way, if anything went wrong, they had ample back-up. Maxim was creeping up at their rear (albeit carrying Erith,) and somewhere unseen was deadly Mihn. The others could also help, if worst came to worst and they were forced to overwhelm a foe with numbers. But that last resort was not ideal. They hadn't even been freed of the magic cuffs yet.

Anyway, time to see how good Kristo could act.

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

"A round of drinks for the room!" - Zell's first act after getting back to The Mended Drum.

He was met with the expected cheer and flashed his trademark grin as he spread his arms and took in the adulation with his usual performative air. Counting the heads in the room, he reckoned a gold piece would be more than enough. "That ought'a cover it?" he asked to the barman, Frederick (they'd already been introduced when Zell booked the rooms) as he passed him the money.

"And two drinks each for the band!" was an added declaration. "Let's hear it for our lovely musicians, ladies and gents." Another cheer. "Can we get your liveliest song, if you please, my mates. Let's get this party started!"

With the room adequately buzzing, Zell ordered a beer for himself and then leaned on the bar, side-on so he could observe the room while he drank. A man approached the bar and thanked Zell who winked back. When the tankard of ale slid his way, he nodded a thanks at Frederick. "You certainly know how to liven things up," the barman said as he served others.

"Naturally. Works every time," Zell replied. "Besides, I could use a little boost. Been a rough fucking day, I'll tell you what."

"Oh yeah?" Frederick said with that classic, detached bartender interested.

"Yeah." Zell let an audible breath out. He couldn't be bothered going through it again, so he left it at that. The cheery music and hum of conversation was nice enough to enjoy in silence, so he did just that. Some time passed. He traded a nice word or two with strangers, but mostly enjoyed his drink. After getting into it with one patron about what sports Mytherians liked to enjoy, he quickly interrupted whatever the man was explaining each time one of his friends were sighted.

"Bartender, a drink for my comrade!" he would announce every time.

Adam floated through in a hurry to his room, declining a drink. He had a mopey look on his face that suggested he was not bouncing back very well from the battle today. And who could rightly blame the young man. While none of them knew eachother very well, they'd still fought together - aimed to reach Valhiem together - and Adam had been forced to witness two of them murdered. His brain suggested going after the Druid to cheer him up, but the better part of him knew that would be a bad idea. He'd already tried at the hospital. James had tried after the battle. Maybe he just needed time. It was normal. The rest of them would need to stay strong. To keep their eye on the prize. Adam had already done so much to get them to Valhiem. Zell would look out for the man's best interests until his head was back in the game. It was the least he could do.

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Back! Just in time for the deadline too. I'll get to catching up with everything and make a post before in the next few hours.

@Jay009 New player, lets gooo! Welcome mate

Front line character too. An extra special welcome to the Meathead Unit lol there was four of us, but it's just you and me as it stands. More than enough, I say

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Escape from the Prison Mine

Titus listened intently as Mort launched into her usual monologuing. It had become pretty clear that she liked the sound of her own voice, but then, so did Titus. The controversial nature of her sermon was not lost on The Snake. Of course, being a necromancer was probably a little more alarming to the general public than anything she had to say. It was intriguing though; the idea that divine morality didn't, at all, exist. Titus had always operated under the assumption that he only had one life and he would do with it what he needed to, and deal with the consequences of judgement when that day inevitably came. But what if God didn't actually malign certain kinds of criminals - those who stole from the rich, for example? What if there was indeed a multitude of moral codes that one might live by and still be considered 'good?'

It is an interesting prospect, at the very least.

When Mort braided her tide-water hair into a style more practical for the coming obstacle course, Titus gave her a nod. "Good idea."

Then the first stage of the plan began, although not how Titus had imagined it. The young man's eyes narrowed as he craned his neck to get an obscured sighting on the cell of his allies. Rizx had gone rogue already - not much of a problem seeing as a rogue was exactly what she was understood to be. It was only natural. Titus only watched intently to hope and pray that the activity was enough to get the job done. Mort threw in a few words to add confusion to the guard, who...

Went inside. Yessss.

Now it was up to the Mihn and Maxim.

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

"Hey Zell, I wanted to check some things, wanna come? A warning though, they will likely be boring"

James wasn't lying. Boring was definitely how Zell would've described it. Still, spending time with James was pretty cool, even if it was boring. He reminded him of his old friend Alex, although the similarities only came down to that; both were smart-mouthed, brainy and down for the action. It wasn't much of a resemblance, but it was enough to help with the quiet murmur of homesickness in the pit of Zell's stomach. James had a good sense of humour and knew how to talk shit. He was smart enough that Zell could be comfortable being an idiot, knowing his back was covered. His permanent scowl and general unfriendly demeanour was hilarious seeing as it was a complete misrepresentation of how James actually was. The Englishman had latched onto the Mexican pretty quickly, their bond forming over the course of the battle with the ogres - an instant chemistry that Zell had instinctively decided was worth his weight in gold. Perhaps that's just how it was in the heat of battle - emotions and stakes run so high that every action and every feeling was just 100%.

The trip to the tailor had been pretty uneventful. Zell rather liked his attire so he didn't buy any thing. Besides, money was going to be mostly for drinking. And maybe a shield. He already knew a few stances that employed a shield. A decent parrying buckler would be perfect to keep his speed while providing defence. There was still the matter of his teleport to contend with. If he could get that working properly, the possibilities would be endless.

"Damn, bro, is this really what you have to do?" he asked as James sumberged himself in his underwear. "Glad I'm not a Cleric."

He sat on the riverbank for the duration of the hour, tossing a few stones into the water, while his mind flashed moments of the last two days.

...Of the MacKensie shooting a bolt right by his ear to save him from a skeleton. "This doesn't mean I like you."

...Then the two holding eachother on the tree-trunk bridge after Zell almost fell in the gorge. "That doesn't count. I grabbed the branch."

...Then them rolling along the ground in eachothers arms, after he'd saved her from the ninja. "Y-y-you okay?"

...Then an image of her smirking at him mid-battle, just for good measure. "Two drinks."

"What do you expect to find at the temple anyway?" Zell asked loudly, towards the end of the hour. "Are you part of some special club or something?"

He waited while James got dressed, then walked with him part way to the Temple of The Quinity before telling him that he'll skip the religious pilgrimage. Going off on his own, he walked to The Mended Drum and managed to book seven rooms on the third floor of the establishment. Then he left the inn and went to look around the city.

Escape from the Prison Mine

Someone should probably write the bit where the guards attention is grabbed and he has to come in the cell. (Or near the cell door seeing as Rizx has unlocked it.)

Or that Rizx successfully opened the cell and the guard didn't notice, was snuck up on and attacked?

Anything really. Not sure me or psych0pomp can push the story from our character's position. Although I'd be happy to try and freestyle something, if no one wants to post. It doesn't have to be the plan, so long as the ball gets rolling.

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Wow. No lying, but still got a compliment. Best of both worlds. Isaac was left quite surprised and pretty proud of himself.

"...I'd like to see what you could do with a fully stocked kitchen and more than a firepit to cook over. You must show me one day, when we get somewhere to do so."

Speaking of lying, he may or may not have gone a little overboard when he started talking himself up. "Oh yeah," he said to her. "I'd be happy to. I could probably whip something up real nice if I had a kitchen. I'll be sure to do you something special when we get to Liberty Heights." On second thoughts. "If Katie lets me in her kitchen anyway. She's an avid cook herself. When she's not blowing things up."

He chuckled and went back to his food, occasionally sharing a smile with Zara in comfortable silence. Near the end of the meal, he decided to try again with the question she'd missed ealier.

"I asked you before; Is there anything you want to do? Or anything you like doing? Something you got good at during your free time with the raiders?"

You could often tell a lot about a person from what they did in their free time. Not always, but often enough that Isaac usually asked when trying to get to know someone. He finished the last of his food and then rested his head on a hand as he looked at her. It was so pleasant simply to look her in the eyes. Now that they were on way-more familiar terms, he didn't need much of an excuse to lose himself in that incredible green gaze. Zara Singh was a stunner, no two ways about it - her eyes were just the start. Lips a natural ruby red, straight nose, good skin, gorgeous neckline, great body... Isaac decided, then and there, he'd risk losing that eye and shoot his shot later.

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

"We fought that thing with everything we had," Zell told. "Left everything on the battlefield. We lost two friends - Clive; brave fucker that he was, weapon was broken and he kept on fighting. Gave his life to keep us going. And Arthur, wielding a massive iron anchor, sacrificed himself to save us all, delivering the final blow on that giant monster."

Noticing that he had the attention of the nearby tables aswell as those at the bar, Zell had become more loud and performative, making sure that; in the memories of anyone listening, Clive and Arthur would be the main names associated with Second Chance. And Zell would make sure to do this for as long as he told this story.

"Aurok was far and away the ugliest bastard I've ever seen with my own two eyes..."

"You forgot to mention the Ogres, the Undead, the Alpha Direwolves, and the Motherfucker"

"I'm getting there," Zell shot back seamlessly, in spite of not seeing James coming. He was in the zone with a beer in his hand and a captive audience.

"Something with a strong kick and something to eat please"

Aaaand now he was bored. His performance, worthy of West End's stage, was promptly cut off and he turned to face his friend and the bartender. "I'll get that bill, barman," he added. "You know a beer is only four silver. With that reward, we've got like ten thousand rounds in the chamber. Well and truly set, my mate."

When Joji left, Zell was suspicious, and made sure the sure big guy didn't need any company before nodding to his friend and saying goodbye. Joji handed him a map of the city, told his fellow swordsman to book his room for him at The Mended Drum, then left with the stranger. MacKensie let them know that they were delivering the cube. Knowing that they were safe in the city, and that the Academy was only up the hill, Zell decided to skip the trip. He figured he wouldn't be needed.

"I'll leave you guys to it. My traffic accident got me out of having to finish my undergrad. Not too keen on having to see another university. Even if it is Hogwarts," Zell said with a grin. He raised his tankard to signal a toast to the man and gnome on his one side, then knocked his mug against James' drink and raised it again. "To Clive and Arthur! May they rest in peace, wrapped in honour." The strangers at the bar joined the toast, then Zell downed the last of his beer. After that, he turned his attention back to his group of friends. "I'll head to The Mended Drum and book our rooms for the night."

He stood up from his stool when Lucy approached with the bounty reward. Split between them, it worked out to about sixty gold each. Zell put his share away, then asked, "So what we doing then - gold or silver?" When he got his answer, he barked a laugh. "Ha! I thought you'd chicken out. Well, good call. No sense in faffing about for weeks on end with still no idea why we're here. You can give me the contract details later."

He assumed that whatever the contract was, they wouldn't be doing it today. Much of the day was already gone, so it only made sense. After most of the party left to go to the Academy, Zell was left with a tough decision.

Get another beer now, or get one at The Mended Drum?