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Okie me. Thanks for the clarification. I'll make the move and edits now but a post may come a bit slower than usual until I'm back in the states. Could you PM me how I should go about my intro post so I don't make any wrong presumptions?
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Sure! After we get Nariata's next post, I'd totally be down for a collab, I love doing em!
Please excuse any typos and other errors. Working on my phone is a pain. >_<
As they made their way through the ruined town, Andin's ears twitched. His head was on a swivel and his ears twitched at every little sound. When he heard the Purifier's heavy methodical footfalls, his hand was quick to retrieve a small pouch and keep it palmed as the golden juggernaut approached them. "You're both late, Mulad is in the ruined tavern," it spat as it began to move to another, off in the distance. Despite his rudeness, the halfling waved and shouted after him, "Thanks!"

They were late? They were? Disgusting. Even a golden wrapping can't make a bug a man. As the town fell, was the wizard not late? As cultists crawled through and razed this landmark to the ground, was the wizard not late? As man, woman, and child burnt and bled, screaming in anguish, was the wizard not late? His call had condemned Six Corners and only a fool would have not seen the executioners blade poised to strike and Andin did not think Mulad a fool. As the armored footfalls of a pompous man receded into the distance, a white-knuckled fist deposited the pouch back into its pocket. "We should hurry; the suspense must be killing our magic friend," said the halfling with a morbid edge, his bare feet crunching on ash.

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At the tavern, the scene hadn't changed much. The carnage outside had followed them inside as Andin grimaced at the sight of the bodies impaled on the wall. At the very least, he felt welcomed when a grey giant of a man saluted him with a deep bow. The halfling gave a flourish of his hands as he bowed deeply in turn. As the others gave him no particular notice, preferred to size up the more physically imposing, Andin cursed his height and pulled himself onto a human chair before hefting his bag up onto a table with a thud.

With soft steps, he walked over to the bar and climbed into a bar stool. He pulled a shot toward himself. Looking around and eyeing the priestess, he pulled a second shot toward himself. He was sure clergy didn't drink with witnesses. After careful deliberation, a third shot was strategically placed in front of him, there was still plenty left for the others. The first shot was down the hatch as he eyed the fourth and took a whiff of the second. This was good brandy. Smokey. Rich flavor. With the second shot gone, he poured the third into a small flask that miraculously appeared in his hand. With his belly warming up, the halfling skulked off with his topped off flask.

He made his way back to the table and placed the fourth shot in front of him. As the wizard began to address them all, Andin paid close attention. Certain choices of words made the halfling's ears twitch. He had a feeling in his gut and it wasn't the brandy. He'd have the address it later, he'd heard some things about the Grand Wizard Mulad, mostly about his renowned chess skills but he was not expecting what was in front of them. The cogs in this cog's head turned and turned until the wizard cut off his words. The hairs on Andin's neck and arms stood on end as a certain pressure swept through the tavern. He couldn't place it but he suddenly felt on edge, his stomach slowly twisting into a knot. His heart jumped when he felt his table twitch under him. When Mulad began to brief them, Andin snapped back into reality. His table wobbled as he dropped from his chair and came face to face with the corpse trying to tear him apart. It was male, with a thick blood-soaked beard and its jaw hung by one side of the face, the other side had been cleaves gruesomely by a blade. While not mindless, these creatures were far from clever at first. This one was attempting to reach him while essentially hugging the table's column. Andin drew his own dagger, a thin and sharp instrument for a thin and sharp Good Folk. While avoiding the creature's grasping hands, he swung around and planted the weapon in the creatures neck before giving it a twist. With a sickening pop, the creature slumped to the ground. It continued to moan at Andin, its tongue lashing around and its eyes rolling in its head, but it's limbs had lost whatever life had been brought into them. With surgical precision, Andin sliced with the dagger across the intact side of the creature and severed the jaw muscle, robbing the corpse of its ability to bite or move its jaw. As the creature's blue and bloodshot eyes stared at Andin with hunger, the halfling, sheathed the weapon and dug around in his coat. "Strange day for just brandy, yeah? Ah, there you are." he mumbled as he pulled out a pair of pliers.

Reappearing from under the table, he could see that others had already began to spring to action. He had heard some charge out of the tavern but had been a bit too engrossed to try to keep track. Coagulated blood covered his gloves, as he looked at who was left inside. Seemed as though all of the heavily armed had already left, luckily the old grey mountain had the sense to stay near by. The scout started to head up, arrows clicking in their quivers. Andin's eyes glinted as an idea began to form.

Jumping to his chair, the halfling retrieved his bag and that fourth shot before running over to the bar, dragging a chair with him. Jumping to chair, then barstool on nimble feet, he pushed away the empty shot glasses and cleared a workspace. Whipping his bag onto the next stool, he retrieved a small wooden carrying case. Flipping it open, one could see a series of labelled vials, liquids of various colors within. The halfling laid out four on the table before retrieving another box, slightly larger. This one revealed several small bowls and dishes, a pestle and mortar, and various tools.

He turned to the others left in the room and motioned to the vials he had laid out on the table, two of each color. "In case of fire, throw the blue ones, if you get hurt, drink the purple, and if you get scared, drink the brandy," he shouted, "Also, if anybody has any Angel's Feather, bring it here!" It was a rather common ingredient among herbalists and other folk in the wilderness, its primary use being as a good soothing agent against many common rashes, but for his work, it was normally easily substituted with more common substance. Just not in this case. Andin turned sat on the stool as he retrieved and began to pour a clear, yellow-tinted liquid into one of the bowls. Digging in a pocket, he retrieved several freshly harvested zombie teeth and placed them into the bowl. They sizzled within the acid and slowly began to disappear in the frothing liquid. Shouldn't be too long. Depending on the amount of Angel's Feather, he may be able to get to the scout in time before he runs out of arrows. Andin turned around, he had positioned himself so he could see his bowing friend through the doorway, he seemed to be holding his own for now but he may be needing a pick me up soon. The others were too far out to account for. For now, he needed to focus on what he could help with, if something new came up, the course of action would change accordingly. The alchemist sniffed at the sizzling brew before picking up his third shot and pouring it in, stirring gently with a rod as the brew started to thicken. It was almost time for the Angel's Feather.
Finally done, feel a bit iffy about how I'm explaining my specialization so if anything's unclear feel free to say so. Unfortunately I'm also leaving the country today to return next Saturday.

Currently trying to get a post banged out since I'm going to be leaving the country tomorrow but I'm having a slow time of it. I don't want to post a rushed work so if I don't get one up tonight, I'll just be working on it on my phone. Won't be able to give an estimate of when it'll go up if that's the case cuz I don't know what my internet situation is gonna be but I'll be back in the states next week Saturday. I don't expect to not have internet at all for a week though so I prolly own't be that late with it.
Room for one more? I've got a couple questions but I don't wanna bother y'all if the boat's all full. ^_^
Sirgala had watched the first new arrivals move in... multiple elves...at least one human...

Gnoll?!


Gnolls didn't usually align themselves with the Mad King. The dark magic left the bodies un-eatable, and even crazy people were uncomfortable working with what they often perceived as brutish beasts. So was this a change? A meeting to decide on an alliance? It seemed equally unlikely that it would be an adventurer - but I'm judging him before I've met him again, aren't I?

Deep in thought, the hunter fails to notice the telltale sounds of motion as Andin stumbled upon her.

“H-hello there, friend!” he stammered nervously as he crept back. Equally startled, Sirgala moves on autopilot, rolling away while unsheathing a knife in a fluid motion. "And a good morning to you," she replies.

Andin flinched away as a woman burst from the bushes and drew a knife. It gleamed in the bits of sun that cut through the ash and leaves. The halfling gulped as he held up his shaky hands, showing his lack of armaments. He took note of the woman's sharp ears, not quite as long as an elf. What was intriguing was her strong frame. Elven blood typically developed slender frames with wiry muscles and while humans were a bit broader, half elves typically would be rather lithe, somewhere between the parent races. That was neither here nor there though. The real question was not about her blood but about if she was here to spill it.

"Oh, I...I hope so! Did you see the posters as well?"

Sirgala takes pause - unarmed of physical weapons means nothing in a world full of magic, and shaky hands can be nothing more than a front to something far more sinister. She cocks her head at the mention of the posters, playing dumb. "Posters? Explain."

A look of puzzlement spreads over Andin's face at the question. They seemed to have been everywhere. She had to know, though these games were fair when their destination had been burnt to cinders. It'd be better to play along though, would be a shame to get stabbed when the destination was but a skip of a stone away. "Grand Wizard Mulad put out the call for able-bodied folk to meet at the Six Corners," he said as he pointed over the woman's shoulders toward the smoldering ruin of the trade town. "Unfortunately we were beat here, weren't we? My name is Andin, I'm a surgeon. You?"

Not particularly worried about the content of his response, Sirgala was using the time it took him to explain to survey the area in greater detail, until she was certain that there was no ambush waiting for her in the bushes. When her sharp eyes and ears caught nothing, she decided it was safe for now.

"I apologize for my caution," she says, flipping her knife back into its holster, "but it was necessary given the circumstances. Sirgala, hunter."

She glances back at the smoldering ruins of the city for a moment. "there's already a few in there; two humans and two elves - both look to be travelling adventurers, the kind you'd expect to see in a call like this. There's also a Gnoll and a rather confused looking young lady," she finishes; fishing around in the bushes for her pack, then dons her gauntlet and hooks her mace onto her belt. "I was worried that they might be cultists, setting up an ambush. Doesn’t look to be the case though - they certainly haven't done much preparation. Plus, I have backup now" she remarks to him as she start towards the city.

This woman, if she wasn't trained had remarkable natural finesse. The knife disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. The halfling quickly got to his feet, visibly relaxed in stark contrast to a moment prior. "It's smart to be careful...but not too much. Otherwise, I'd be out of a job!" the halfling said with a chuckle as he adjusted the bulging bag on his back. The cast of characters she rattled off seemed strange, as if it had been ripped straight out of a storybook full of misadventures and wacky hijinks. If only this was that kind of situation.

Andin caught up and fell into step with her. Things were tense and their mutual trust was on shaky ground at best, exemplified by the safe distance between the two. Just a little longer than an arm and mace's length but hey, a shaky start was a start nonetheless. Andin could see the group of gathered forces in the distance and he could only imagine what they looked like. Almost seemed like the beginning of a bad joke. A half elf and a halfling walk into a burned down bazaar...
Whew. Finally got it done! Successfully avoided adding more to the Six Corner's crowd for now!

EDIT: Caught some little errors and made some little improvements. I wish I could catch these things before I post. >_<
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