Fantasy A Guild of Heroes: Song of Champions

[Fable]

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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Veth[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Veth's room| Interaction: Holo-Cyrus ( Birdsie ) | Nearby/Mentioned: Ki'Tavi ( One Mean Ghost )[/div]
Veth cringed slightly as the copy of her wizard friend reminded her about a previous lecture regarding bets. "This one is his rival and was informed between any rivals that bets and competition are used to keep the rivalry from becoming too out of hand. This one was simply following protocol explained to her by her company and believed she was doing what was required to continue a healthy rivalry without having to actually harm Ki'Tavi."

She sighed softly, crossing her legs after she moved to sit on her own bed, wondering how she was going to retrieve her shoes. "This one does not wish to disappoint you, even if you are simply a copy of a friend. She shall try to avoid further bets with her rival, but what should this one do should he challenge her?"

Veth paused for a moment, "Also, what mission did you have for this one? You mentioned it, and I am certain it is a more important matter than this one's failure at besting her rival."

The conversation was interrupted as a message came through her guild seal, reporting Death Knight activity in Espania seeking some sort of artifact. "Is this the mission?" she asked. She doubted it was since it had only been announced, but this Cyrus copy could know more than it let on.[/div][/div][/div]
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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Drui[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Library, Fort Black | Interaction: OPEN | Nearby/Mentioned: Ellis ( Birdsie )[/div]
Drui was wandering in the fort's library, at least for the morning hours. She figured she might find a book about her little problem, or at least maybe a mention of it somewhere. Surely she wasn't the only deity to get stuck in a mortal form like this. Unsurprisingly she found nothing. Drui hadn't put much hope in the matter being so easily found in a library, but she didn't have much else to do right now. She had figured Ellis would have some screaming back long ago, but he hadn't yet, so she wondered what exactly happened to the cowardly bard.

She stretched out on one of the plush seats in the library and closed her eyes. Hopefully he hadn't died because of her little curse. She doubted he had died, he was too cowardly and stubborn to allow that. Maybe he hadn't bumped into someone needing to be saved perhaps, though could he really be that lucky when the world was in its current state. She continued to laze in the seat pondering. She heard the seals warning of the Death Knights actions and she sighed, but didn't move. 'Here we go again' she though.[/div][/div][/div]

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[Birdsie]

Holo-Cyrus | Veth's Room | Fable

He looked at Veth. "Refuse, unless you can win. Fighting when a loss is certain is bravado, not heroism. Consider your odds better against someone like him. Obfuscation is his specialty." Holo-Cyrus paused as a report came in about Death Knight activity in Espania. "How forebodingly distressing."

His gaze returned to Veth. "But no, your mission is different, Veth. It is something I can only entrust to you. First, you must pack things for the long road ahead of you. Rations for at least two weeks, maybe more. Take any necessities, not money. You won't need gold where we are going."

"Once you have done that, inform me, and I will give you the details of your labor," the wizard said with a note of seriousness.

Ellis | Library, Fort Black | Fable

The door of the library was opened with tremendous force. "DRUUUI...!!!" Ellis stabbed an accusing finger in the goddess' direction, then ran up to her and slammed his hands onto the table to the point it made it thud and even hop a little. "I am so done with this!"

He brought his face up close to hers, locked his fists on her collar and looked her straight in the eyes as he said, "Do you even know what I've fucking been through?! Take this fucking curse off right now or I'll burn this library to the ground with so much silver fire that the ancestors of whoever survives Turenval's genocide will wonder if a dragon came through here!"

He let go of her, but folded his arms and looked down with a venomous glare. "They keep screaming, and screaming, and screaming and I have to keep getting involved!" Once again, he slammed his arms on the table, twice as hard as before. "Do you know what I've done just now, huh? Do you? Come on, go on! I dare you, go ahead, guess! Hazard the most basic of guesses!"

Not waiting long, perhaps interrupting her answer, Ellis described the situation: "I went twenty kilometers to rescue a dumb, succinct, incipient, irrelevant little settlement because some barmy marble-druid wouldn't SHUT UP about how it got taken over by BANDITS! I almost got killed by their leader--he's the Son of Woguran, do you understand? Bandits across all the country if not continent are gonna be after me, and he stabbed me in the FUCKING-SIDE-WITH-A-DAGGER! Remove the damn curse or I'll burn my lute and scatter the pieces to the wind! NOW!"

 

[Noble Scion]

Elizabeth Cain - Infirmary - available for interaction

Spoiler: Appearance

The gentle humming of a young woman slowly made its approach towards the open doors of what could only be assumed to be the infirmary, a place of suffering and pain as the wounded writhed on their own, stifling the groans of pain as their damage parts from the battles a week before still struggled to fix themselves, despite the aid of those working within. Elizabeth almost felt at home. It reminded her of the years she spent struggling to get her young life together after it had been obliterated by the vampires that had turned her. She still wondered to this day why they had chosen to spare her life, though the thought is fleeting as she doubted that it would ever be answered.

The vampire stepped within, unsure of where to look, but settling on heading straight to the back to start from there. "Hello my young wounded aquaintances! I don't suppose any of you have seen a clean skull around here? I'm searching for it for a friend, and though my appearance may frighten you, I assure you, I am not here to steal anyone's blood." She called in her soft, gentle tone, electing to reassure those gathered within that she meant no ill-will. Although, how long that promise lasted was debatable and relied on how hungry she would get. In the mean time, she ran a pale hand through her silken hair as she relaxed in the smell of blood, a friendly smile lighting up her face, as though she weren't surrounded by those that had almost died​

 

[LoneSniper87]

Vesryn Galandonel/ Infirmary/ Noble Scion

Vesryn looked up from his seal and up to the woman who had just entered. "A skull? Why would I-" he pauses, then shakes his head. "Faust sent you? Great..." He rose from his desk, looking at the silver haired woman with a minor interest. "I'll admit, I was expecting him to come pick it up in the middle of the night because I feel like he never sleeps, but it's over there, by the smashed cot." He pointed to it, resting upright against the pole, now dented and ruined. "Also, don't say things like that, you may scare the patients, I don't want to take that risk please, good intentions aside." His words were laced in his own kind smile, there was no threat to his words, just genuine concern for those under his care. "For future reference, I'm Vesryn, resident Cleric here, and you, Ms..." He trailed off to let her finish.

 

[Fable]

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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Veth[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Veth's room| Interaction: Holo-Cyrus ( Birdsie ) | Nearby/Mentioned: Ki'Tavi ( One Mean Ghost ) [/div]
Veth listened to his advice, though she didn't reply stating she believed she could have bested him with their last bet. However, she nodded as he said the word 'obfuscation'. She needed to find a true weakness of his and then take advantage and pressure him into a bet. It would take time for such observations since he was most likely not going to expose such weaknesses openly. Maybe she could chat with those of his mercenary group. However, that would have to be done later as Cyrus stated she needed to prepare to leave for her mission.

She tilted her head to one side, a sign of curiosity for those who had become familiar enough with her to notice such a small movement. "This one shall do as you request, though..." she hesitated and struggled to keep her composure over her embarrassment, "...this one forgot to take her shoes when she left Ki'Tavi's room." It was going to be awkward retrieving them, but she needed them first. She placed her guild seal away and sighed to herself as she walked to the door of her room, working the courage to face her rival in an embarrassing situation. Perhaps she could just sneak into his room - no - that would not work. He might have set up something to prevent others from wandering into his quarters, or he could still be within the room. If she was noticed sneaking into his room, it would also be troublesome.

No, Veth needed to simply act like none of this bothered her, keep herself collected and simply get her shoes back as though it was a trivial matter. She stepped out of her room, closing the door behind her and making her way calmly to Ki'Tavi's room. She stood at the door and knocked on it, waiting for a response. If he didn't reply, she'd have to just walk in and grab her shoes and hope he hadn't set up some silly trap.[/div][/div][/div]
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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Drui[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Library, Fort Black | Interaction: Ellis ( Birdsie ) | Nearby/Mentioned: [/div]
Drui's eye snapped open as she heard her name being shouted by a very familiar voice. Ellis had finally returned. He made a loud ruckus as he made his way over to her, slamming his fists on a table before grabbing her collar harshly and demanding she remove his curse. He rambled on in a rage about the screaming and that he had to save an entire settlement because of the curse she had placed on him. She let him threaten and rave, calmly waiting for him to finish before giving him a huge friendly smile, then promptly slapping him across his right cheek, "Darling Ellis, you've wandered back at last."

She adjusted her clothes due to his rough handling and then sat up, crossing her legs and still smiling at him, but with serious eyes that showed her amusement wasn't as it seemed. "You're the fool who after being told being cursed to wandered off. You could have very easily returned long before today, yet you didn't. I have to wonder if perhaps you are a masochist."

Drui stood up and got very close, inches from his face, "Your threats are empty, you know why? Because if you did set fire to the library, you would hear the screams of those you've harmed and have to save them. Should you burn your lute, well I could always bless the lute to be indestructible, always re-appearing for your use, haunting you forever."

She stepped back a single step, looking for the wound Ellis has mentioned and spotting it, earning a small sigh from her, "Being heroic comes with a price. You waited a long time to return here to demand the removal, so I have to wonder why it took so long. Perhaps you've understood, though the way you've returned it doesn't seem to be so."

"Tell me, Ellis darling, did you not enjoy the praise from those you saved? Did their thanks mean nothing to you? At no point did you ever begin to wonder if maybe you were above being a coward? I'm sure you considered a great many things on your little journey. As to your demand to removing the curse, remove it yourself. I'll even tell you how."

She walked around him, hugging him from behind with her lips only millimeters away from his ear before she whispered to him,"Go to a mirror and simply admit the truth you fear to yourself. If you can accept yourself entirely, the curse will fade away."[/div][/div][/div]

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[Noble Scion]

Elizabeth Cain - Infirmary

Spoiler: Appearance

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"Ms. Cain, Elizabeth Cain. A pleasure to meet you." she grinned calmly. "Apologies, I tend to make my intentions clear as mortals tend to be a little untrustworthy of the undead, though your care for the wounded is admirable." Elizabeth explained in response, "I'll just go.. Grab the skull, if you don't mind." the vampire said as she strolled towards the dismantled cot and picked up the square-jawed skull, inspecting it briefly to ensure it fit the criteria, to which it did, before heading back to the cleric named Vesryn and their desk. "I couldn't help but notice you have a guild seal... Is something going on? I haven't found the guild leader just yet, nor the receptionist, to get one of my own."

LoneSniper87 ​

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis | Library, Fort Black | Fable

A red, splayed hand was painted across his cheek. Ellis clutched it, clenching his other fist. Hard lines of anger appeared on his face, but he kept a lid on his emotions and watched her with a sneer.

But then she spoke. An outburst of anger overtook his body. He felt a scalding anger in his chest. Ellis yelled, "Don't you 'darling Ellis' me! You're the reason I'm here with blood seeping out of my chest! The reason I've used my body and soul to the point of unconsciousness!"

"If I'm a masochist, the opposite is true for you!" Ellis answered steaming with resentment. "Would you go the streets and force someone to do good things for you at their own cost? You're enjoying this. You're a sadist."

His head twitched when he heard her talk about people's praises for saving people. He remained quiet through her little segue, impatiently waiting for her to get to the point. All through it, he radiated hatred in her direction, like a hurt animal shot down by a hunter. Quiet, too weak to do anything about it.

His ears perked up when she began talking about the method, and his eyes widened, as he began to pay more attention. She circled around him and hugged him from behind. His body wanted to shake. He wanted to fidget out of the unwanted contact,

"Praises?" he scoffed morbidly, putting inflection on the word. It seemed that his mind had wandered back to her previous point, before taking off the curse. "What praises?... For your information, I haven't heard a single 'thank you' since the point I started doing this. Not once. Do you know why?" At that point, he shot his arms to the sides and stepped forward to release himself from the embrace.

He looked at her, devoid of emotions. His gaze was completely hollow and his voice carried no feelings or tone. "Because people were too scared of my magic. Too scared of me. And because of you, I have to keep doing it again, even though I don't want to. All I wanted was not to get criticized for who I chose to be. But there you go, telling me to just 'accept who I am.' Accept that I'm different. That I have a talent."

He segued off, into another topic, perhaps to explain why that's impossible. "When I was a kid, the other children would ostracize me. I was never invited anywhere. People on the street turned their gazes away and walked past me because I was a freak, because I was scary. All because weird things sometimes happened around me -- Mirror reflections being different from their real counterparts. Sometimes, when I looked at food, it rotted in seconds. People I hated would get into accidents, and they would answer in kind, but their reactions can't exactly be called accidents.

The next sentence sounded off, in that it had a lot of sarcasm in it, and a lot of expectations. "Guess what my loving parents did about this. I want your best guess -- what would you have done if you were in their place?"

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow -- Living Quarters -> Ragna's Workshop -- Interacting with Ragna ( Reinhardt )​

The raven was helpless as the absurdly large net fell over it, pinning it to the floor. Despite its best attempts to escape the net, it proved a feat that was physically impossible. Never the less, that was not enough to hinder it from madly flapping its skeletal wings around, and squawking loudly. It wasn't afraid of death- the necromancer hadn't gone as far as to give the familiar any sort of intelligence; only a single purpose to fulfill. One that it had carried out without fail.

Faust shrugged as he watched Elizabeth walk off, commenting that he should stab a person should he ever need her presence. "Well, I guess I wouldn't mind stabbing Natalie a couple of times..." He trailed off, though Elizabeth by that time was long gone. "Oh well." Returning to his room, Faust hastily grabbed a satchel that contained a number of metallic objects- remnants of his mask which Natalie had completely ruined. Next, Faust grabbed a small, locked box and hid it in the confines of his black cloak. "Well, looks like that bird found it..." Faust muttered, casting a teleportation spell. Hopefully, things wouldn't go horribly.

"Fuck. I thought I had good luck." Faust complained as he looked down at the ground. His raven was but a small dot and getting larger by the second. "Ah. Twenty silver coins that I'm going to break about seventy bones..."

'CRASH'

Faust landed on the ground with a huge crunch, indicating that he had undoubtedly broken a numerous amount of bones. "Oh. It seems that I've broken quite a few ribs." Faust lay on the ground motionless, staring at the sky. "Uh yeah, I'd appreciate it if you didn't charge at me with spells blazing though, thanks." After what was a few seconds, Faust helped himself to his feet. Then, he looked over at Ragna. "Uh, Ragna, I'm assuming?" He asked, puzzled. He scanned this person up and down. Wait, the actual fuck? I thought that Ragna person was supposed to be a man? Faust thought to himself, confused. "Are you even that dude who wrote that huge-ass book? Did I get the wrong place?"

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Ki'Tavi

Location:Kit's room
Interacting with: Veth Fable

Ki'Tavi, after Veth had rather quickly vacated the premises, had taken his time to shower and dress himself. He had no sooner pulled on his boots than a knock came at his door. Still shirtless, he opened the door to find a barefooted Veth. "I was wondering how long it'd take you to realize you'd forgotten something" Kit remarked with a playful grin. He stood aside so she could enter and reclaim her boots, watching her all the while.

"Since Cyrus only contacted you... I assume this is a solo mission?" Kit inquired, his tone suddenly more serious as he watched her. Of course, Cyrus wouldn't just ruin a morning, he'd also end up separating the two of them... old bastard...

You'd think Cyrus would fill him in on what's going on. Kit had been busting his ass to try and figure out how to win the coming war, from strategies, to preparations, to fortifications of various cities, and now Cyrus was moving pieces without giving him any clue what was going on. It was bad enough trying to plan around Turneval, but to deal with both Turneval and Cyrus moving pieces on the board was going to be a massive headache.

"Can you tell me anything about what he's having you do?" Kit inquired. Sure he wanted to know because it would help him plan better, but, well, he was also a bit worried about what Cyrus would be having her do. Besides, if she was gone, that meant he couldn't find a way to get her to spend the night again...

 

[Fable]

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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Veth[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Ki'Tavi's room| Interaction: Ki'Tavi ( One Mean Ghost ) | Nearby/Mentioned: Holo-Cyrus ( Birdsie )[/div]
Veth hadn't been expecting Ki'Tavi's half-state of undress when he opened the door to his quarters. She blinked and tamped down her embarrassment as best as she could, though she was unable to fully do so and there was still the faintest blush on her cheeks. She entered as he opened the door further to allow her access, though she did not reply to his remark on how long he thought she would have taken to notice her missing shoes. Honestly, she had realized it almost the moment she had left his room, but by that point and with a mixture of shame, pride, and humiliation, she had not wanted to turn back to retrieve them.

She located her shoes and quickly put them on, "Yes, this one is going on a mission alone." She double checked that the laces of her shoes were properly secured before standing up to regard Ki'Tavi, the blush having already faded and she appeared as her normal stoic self.

"As to what this mission is, this one does not know. He did not state exactly what the mission was, only suggested supplies for a time of at least two weeks." She began to move to leave Ki'Tavi's room, pausing as she before she stepped past him and out of the threshold that separated his room from the hallway of the dormitory. "He also suggests this one no longer engages into wagers with you as well, or to at least not foolishly enter into them with such bets. This one shall be leaving now."

She moved to leave his room, mentally beginning to run a list through her mind on what she should take, how heavy or light she would need to travel. She'd need to stop to grab rations and then simply re-organize her belongings to determine what she would truly need to take with her. Veth figured it was best to be completely prepared. Even if she wasn't sure what this mission, she didn't believe the copy of Cyrus would give her a mission she couldn't handle on her own. Though she was very curious as what exactly it could be when she might have better use in preparing for when the six month peace was over.[/div][/div][/div]
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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Drui[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Library, Fort Black | Interaction: Ellis ( Birdsie ) | Nearby/Mentioned:[/div]
Drui waited as Ellis raved at her in anger. She wasn't going to tell him he didn't need to be upset, anyone who was cursed would be and if he felt this way, then that was it. She quirked a brow as he said he had gotten no praises. She doubted there hadn't been at least one person to thank him for his deeds. But, that could come with being a hero, sometimes it was a thankless job. Drui sighed and wondered if Ellis was truly so fearful and self-absorbed that he was beyond any redemption to think of others besides himself.

Her curse couldn't change his nature, it was meant to push him to see that he was stronger than he believed and that he could do some good rather than to just flee to save his own ass. She stepped forward and closed the distance between them once again, hugging him gently as she tried to comfort a man-child who had been hurt on his youth. As a bard, she couldn't help but direct attention and care towards him, she was a deity even if he refused to believe it.

"I am not scared of you, and I sure many others are not as well. I cannot apologize for those who have wronged you, to make you feel as you do towards the world. You are different. You do have talent. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Your shame, hatred, and fear of yourself harms yourself the most. I did not intend for you to be harmed, I just wanted for you to see you are capable to do so much more. That you are so much more than you think of yourself. Sure, your ego is a bit big, but I think that's just bravado."

She released him from her hug and cupped his face with a smile, "Darling Ellis, the past is done. It cannot be changed, but you can still decide what your fate is with each following day. What your parents did, what those children did, don't let those things hold you down in darkness and resentment."

She leaned forward and gave him a small kiss on his forehead, removing the curse. "I hope one day you can accept yourself and see the good within you." With that she stepped away from him, flicked his nose with her finger playfully, gave him a wink and turned to leave.[/div][/div][/div]

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[Alteras]

[div class=EmilyFlex] [div class=EmilyImage][div class=EmilyImageInside][/div] [div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier[/div] [div class=EmilyMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Guild of Heroes Hallway > Reception Desk

Interactions:
(open to interaction) [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]Emily eventually made it to the Reception Desk, recovering from her week long sleep. She ducked under, took out a flask of ale, and took a sip. "Ahhh~~ Alright, time to find out what has happened..." Emily said as she looked around the place. She definitely needs an update. "In any case..." Emily sat down, popped up her feet on the desk, and began to read through a book. [/div][/div] [class=EmilyFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=EmilyImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; background-image: url('https://orig00.deviantart.net/f69c/f/2013/081/9/3/da_brocade_custom_box_background_by_gasara-d5ag4ls.gif'); background-color: rgb(218, 212, 218); background-blend-mode: multiply; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EmilyImageInside] position: absolute; top:0; bottom: 0; left: 0; right: 0; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/media/3822838135964a2c83e4ec0027-1499767526_waifu2x_art_noise3_tta_1-png.36357/full'); background-size: 120%; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center 0%; [/class] [class=EmilyTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 0; height: auto; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Cormorant Upright'; color: #e73359; background-color: rgba(218, 212, 218, .5); [/class] [class=EmilyMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=EmilyMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=EmilyContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis | Library, Fort Black | Fable Alteras Noble Scion

When she hugged him again, he tried to shelter his fractured state under a shallow veil, betraying not a touch of emotion, until seconds later when he shifted uncomfortably. He gave in and returned the embrace, somewhat reluctantly, as he listened to what she had to say. He was relieved, got a huge stone off his chest, one that laid there for years.

He didn't cry. He had no tears to spare and no griefs to cry for, however, he regretted not realizing what she said sooner. It left a bitter feeling in his chest and throat, one that was hard to get rid of. His thoughts didn't dwell on it, as Drui continued, about shame, hatred, fear. About bravado, and he knew she was right, and it made the bitterness and regret even worse, but he didn't dwell on it anymore. He ignored the feeling, swallowed it into his gut, repressed it.

He let go of the hug when she did, speechless. When she cupped his face, he looked her in the face with a look that could only be described as uncertainty.

And with the curse being taken off, he couldn't help but almost speak out against it. To interrupt the removal. Almost as if doubting more than ever, but in a different capacity. Believing that there would be a time where he could help, but he'd instead chicken out. And it was almost like he wanted the curse to stay so that it'd prevent him from running when it happened.

But she was faster, so he didn't argue. He didn't tell her to put it back on. She had faith in him, so why couldn't he?

As Drui walked away, Ellis whispered a quiet response to her motivational speech. "A girl's got her way, I suppose." Being selfish was no longer on the agenda.

So, left alone, he took the chance and looked around the library. A perfect place at a perfect time. The wound in his side needed help, but his own magic kept it from bleeding. As long as he didn't wallow in mud and get it infected, he'd be fine. It'd probably leave a scar behind, but nothing that won't disappear before the wedding.

Ellis walked by the shelves, picking off books into a stack he held parallel to the ground. They had elaborate covers and titles like: 'The Arcane Formulas,' 'Initiation into Hermetics,' 'Alchemy and How To Master It,' 'The Practice of Magical Evocations' (Tomes one to three,) and 'On The Movements of Celestial Bodies.'

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With nothing else to do, he studied. Minutes stretched out as he studied one line of valuable knowledge after another, trying not to just memorize, but understand. Fit into the paradigm of what he'd already learned before. His latent potential was massive but untapped and outright injured by not being used. A waste of potential, hoping to make up for it, he forced his brain to interpret every line.

Ellis flicked his wrist, whispering the incantation. It didn't work, most spells didn't at first. It took some time for the brain to memorize a certain line and motion as the activation of a spell. Naturally, it could be done through sheer force of will and concentration too, but that made it all the much more difficult. Being an inborn sorcerer, the area of wordless and motionless casting came more fluidly to Ellis, as did other metamagic, but he had to learn the basics before trying to apply it in actual combat.

Incantations would stall the loss of precious mana.

And mana could be the difference between casting a spell and not casting it.

And time passed by on the hourglass like water in a stream. He decided to take his studying to a more amicable setting and stepped out of the library, practicing a hand gesture as he held the book open with one hand.

He passed by the reception desk. He seemed to be making his way toward the courtyard, making sloppy movements with his hand and fingers, apparently trying to cast Minor Creation and failing at it badly.

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian - Reception - Birdsie

Spoiler: Appearance

A very displeased looking bee sat on the receptionist’s table, awaiting the return of the woman that she had been informed would grant her access into the guild, although she hadn’t been having difficulty traversing the fort. “You humans have one job and can’t even stick to your posts... How disgraceful.” She hissed bitterly at the empty air, her feet stiffly hanging in the air, finding what she had assumed to be a seat as rather uncomfor~table.

Bem’s spear, as usual, had not left her side, neither had her satchel,, and her signature worn-red scarf lay circled around her neck, with that brown hair of hers tied up, as it had been since the day she had reached “soldier” rank of the apiana. “This is probably a bad idea anyway...” the lone apiana sighed. She’d spent the most part of her time in Fort Black sleeping outside, and while that wasn’t incredibly uncomfortable, she was starting to feel rather alone, and not at all knightly at all. “Perhaps this is the pain of being an exile” she mused to herself “and as such, I shall bare it, for I have sinned against my people.” She rumbled resolutely as she thumped her chest in a form of reinforcement.

“I don’t even know what this ‘receptionist’ looks like...” the lonely bee buzzed softly in contemplation, alone in the hall that was the reception as time simply handed her more food for thought. The apiana had calmed down since the battle, and though she still felt strangely guilty at her ranting towards those she had met, embarrassment continued to prevent her from searching them out and apologising, partially due to her honour being on the line, partially because she still felt like her words had rang true, and partially because she simply didn’t like talking to humans. Everything about them was strange, from the way they looked, to the way they talked. Everytime she saw one, it simply reminded her that home wasn’t all too far away, yet it was a place she could not return to. “I guess I’ll have to start interacting with their people eventually... I won’t be much of a scholar if I don’t...”

As soon as she had spoken the words, the gods seemed to give her a chance at this new ideology as noone other than her friend... Alex.? Elks? Made an appearance. “Hello there! Human! Good to see you again! Although last time we met, a woman was doing rather inappropriate things to you with her chest, as people have made it known to me as an intimate gesture of your people. It is I! Bem! Would you care to sit down next to me on this uncomfortable chair so that we may converse?” She asked formally from her perch on the desk to the person she faintly knew as Emmet? Ellit?​

 

[Archdemon]

Viska
Location: Viska's Room -----> Guild Courtyard
Action: Thinking about things and letting go of what's holding her from her true potential.

Seven days had passed from the battle at Xhorhas, and Viska was feeling extremely depressed. There was a notable change in her attitude that almost everyone in the guild would have noticed. Viska was no longer cheerful and instead she seemed to have gotten more depressed or angry. She's often alone in her room, and can be heard practicing some types of magic.

Today however she decided to go spend some time moping outside in the courtyard, and so she left her room with a slow pitter patter walk. When she arrived she sat alone by herself on the far side of the courtyard looking depressed and sad. She wanted to leave the guild, she wanted to go do something to take her mind off of what happened a week ago.

(Open for Interaction)

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EmilyFlex] [div class=EmilyImage][div class=EmilyImageInside][/div] [div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier[/div] [div class=EmilyMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk

Interactions:
Birdsie Noble Scion [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]Emily looked up to see the bee person conversing with the guy failing to perform a fairly simple spell. Emily could only sigh in disappointment at the failure of a spell that she learned when she was ten. With an audible sigh filled with shade, she began to eavesdrop on the conversation between the bee and the failing magician. "Wait a minute..." Emily closed her book and stared at the bee woman thing.

"Are you... even part of this guild? How long have you been here?"

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[Prince_]

Natalie Arcanecrylhik -- Guild courtyard -- Interacting with Viska ( Archdemon )

Natalie had learnt, after her recovery, of what had happened, and why she was attacked. She went outside to see if Faust had left any of those skeletal dogs resurrected, so she could play fetch. There were no dogs that she could see, but she did see a sad lizard out in the courtyard. Natalie decided to check what was up with Viska, and what was making her so sad. Natalie ran over to Viska.

"Hey... er, Viska? That's your name right? Everything alright?" Natalie knew something was wrong, and was determined to help her fellow guild master. "You wanna go out and do a little a quest? There's this little grab and run mission?"

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Ki'Tavi

Location:Kit's room
Interacting with: Veth Fable

Kit's arm blocked her path as his palm hit the wall.

"Two weeks...." He trailed off as he watched her intently. So Cyrus planned to have her gone for that long. Just what was that old fool planning?! And to go so far as to condemn their friendly wagers, did that old bastard have no concept of fun? Kit didn't like this. Sending her out alone.... It didn't seem wise.

"You'd better come back in one piece..." Kit's eyes met hers. She'd already made up her mind to go, so really, there was no amount of talk that would convince her to stop. That didn't mean, however, that he had to like it. Who knows how long she'd really be gone? Or if she would return at all?

"If I haven't heard from you in two weeks, I hope you realize I will come looking for you... And I won't forgive you if you don't come back at all."

 

[Fable]

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[div class=tags]Location: Near Ki'Tavi's room| Interaction: Ki'Tavi ( One Mean Ghost ) | Nearby/Mentioned: Holo-Cyrus ( Birdsie )[/div]
Veth was halted by Ki'Tavi's arm blocking her path, his hand pressing against the wall and preventing her from further progression away from his quarters. She nervously glanced around the hallway hoping no one else was here to witness what was going on. She knew she was supposed to not hesitate after his action, but she found herself reluctant to face him. Part of her wondered if he was purposefully trying to provoke her with his words and actions.

She pretended like her cheeks weren't pink from a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. Here he was, shirtless in the hallway confronting her after she had spent the night in his room, in his bed as well. There was a dark thought that he would purposefully spread this information about them sharing a room for an evening just to humiliate her. She was his rival after all. However, she found it difficult he'd so slanderous of a person to ruin her reputation with such means. If he wanted to display he was the better mercenary, he seemed honorable enough to at least do so via combat.

"Your concern for this one is not necessary. If the duplicate Cyrus believes this one is capable of going on this mission alone, she trusts he would not place her in a position where she would certainly fail. As far as you coming to seek me out should I not return after two weeks, this one doesn't understand why you do such a quest. Two weeks is the minimum this one may be gone, she might be gone for much longer as the details of her mission as still unknown."

She turned to face him fully now, "This one doesn't understand why forgiveness would be needed should she not return either. Would it not be better for a rival to vanish?"
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[LostHaven]

Lou Mirian -- Living Quarters -> Fort Black Library -- Open For Interaction​

What in nine circles of Hades was happening now? Lou's only goal in mind was to become a worthy mage. But now, he couldn't even walk outside without trembling legs- and for good reason too. Jackshit happens to you even when lying down apparently- Lou was only minding his own business, but no, some evil Lich just had to drop a bomb on Xhorhas. What did those paladins deserve to have a bomb dropped on them like that?

And that wasn't the end of it all: right after the bomb blew Xhorhas to smithereens, the enemy forced the guild to hand over The Conjurer of Tirisgarde to them, most likely leading to poor Cyrus' slow and painful death. Lou shuddered at the mere thought of what Turenval had in store for the unfortunate old man. At this point, he was having quite the meltdown- where were the gods when they actually needed them? Did gods even exist? The good guys always won, right? What the hell are they going to do against an enemy that, from what Lou had heard, could kill them in an instant? What if Turenval dropped a bomb on Fort Black next? The young wizard tried to push all these thoughts out of his head, to no avail. He wanted to run. As far away from Fort Black as possible. But to where?

Shaking his head, Lou told himself he needed fresh air. Picking up his staff, he left his living quarters, but not before thoroughly checking that the door was locked.

Unfortunately, the courtyard wasn't much of a reliever. All Lou could see was people being depressed, or training for the oncoming storm. Quickening his walk to a jog, Lou decided that the library would be a better option. And he was right- the quiet atmosphere was more than helpful to Lou's stress. Picking up a book, Lou sat himself down on a chair and began to read. However, he found that he couldn't focus: his mind was already preoccupied with imagining all sorts of senarios of the world's inevitable, explosioney doom. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" Lou moaned in irritation, placing the book open on the table, and then burying his face into its pages with a loud smack.

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis | Fort Black, Reception | Alteras Noble Scion

Something distracted him from his reading, so Ellis closed the book and looked to the side. Ellis stared blankly when the apiana rose her voice to greet him. Internally, he was somewhat glad that the bee-woman remembered him, but at the same time, he felt some trepidation, as now he took it upon himself to begin learning what he was once supposed to.

Ellis very patiently listened through her re-introduction, not betraying a mote of emotion, before dryly stating: "You know that's not a chair, right?"

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian - Reception - Birdsie Alteras

Spoiler: Appearance

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"Ah! The receptionist! I don't believe so.. And about ten days I think it was. I hope you are the receptionist? I have been waiting for a while." Bem chirped up-beatly to the brown-haired woman, willing to put away the fact that she had abandoned her post for a long time according to Bem on the chance that she may finally get one of those small things all the proper members seemed to be carrying around that glowed. "Nobody told me I couldn't enter.. Is this strange structure you humans have built 'off-limits?'" Bem continued "Also, are you an elf? You have the pointy ears, like that grumpy white-haired elf." she sang, swinging her legs briefly before hearing the words of the Ellis.

"Not a chair? But it's made of the same material your other ones are.. And it looks the same if you ask me.." she bumbled unhappily as she slipped off of the desk before turning around, taking a few steps back and glaring at the furniture intensely for a few moments. "I suppose it does look a little different.." the apianian solder grumbled begrudgingly, before turning back to Emily once more. "Now then! How does one join this guild?"​

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EmilyFlex] [div class=EmilyImage][div class=EmilyImageInside][/div] [div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier[/div] [div class=EmilyMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk

Interactions:
Birdsie Noble Scion [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]Emily could only sigh in amazement. "This is why I keep telling her..." Emily ducked down and pulled out an application while complaining about the lack of core staff members. "Yes, I am an elf. Fill out this form."

Emily then turned to Ellis. "Your magic form is completely wrong, but more importantly, I've been out this whole time. What did I miss?" With a monotone voice, Emily created a complex earring just to show how bad Ellis's Minor Creation is. [/div][/div] [class=EmilyFlex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=EmilyImage] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; background-image: url('https://orig00.deviantart.net/f69c/f/2013/081/9/3/da_brocade_custom_box_background_by_gasara-d5ag4ls.gif'); background-color: rgb(218, 212, 218); background-blend-mode: multiply; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EmilyImageInside] position: absolute; top:0; bottom: 0; left: 0; right: 0; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/media/3822838135964a2c83e4ec0027-1499767526_waifu2x_art_noise3_tta_1-png.36357/full'); background-size: 120%; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center 0%; [/class] [class=EmilyTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 0; height: auto; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Cormorant Upright'; color: #e73359; background-color: rgba(218, 212, 218, .5); [/class] [class=EmilyMentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: #e5e5dd; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=EmilyMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=EmilyContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]

 

[Archdemon]

Viska
Location: Guild Courtyard
Action: Talking to Natalie

Viska looked at the person who decided to sit next to her, and saw that it was Natalie. Viska simply just looked at the floor and said nothing to her, not even a tiny hello or anything. Then she asked if everything was okay, though it should be, there was just this unexplainable feeling Viska couldn't get rid of.

"No.... Everything isn't okay. After the whole deal with Xhorhas and everything I've never felt more useless and full of despair than I am now. I don't know what to do... I could join a mission but I'm sure I'd only slow you down..."
Prince_

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis | Fort Black, Reception | Noble Scion Alteras

Ellis frowned at the receptionist's blandly insulting spell and her irksome comment about his skill. Dick move, but I can't say I wouldn't have done the same, he thought, then got to answering her question. He said, with the same displeased expression, "The old man was taken by Death Knights, but Verraketh agreed to a six-month ceasefire in exchange for him. That's all as far as I know. You should probably ask Risa for the details."

He ignored Bem's antics, only making a passing note that Bem thinks Veth is grumpy. He couldn't say he disagreed. Stoic people, like the Lecethian elves often came across that way to others, including him.

Ellis shuddered at the thought of bureaucracy. Moreso, did Bem even know how to read and write in Common? He scratched his head, perturbed, and turned away.

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian - Reception - Birdsie Alteras

Spoiler: Appearance

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"Fill out? How? What is this thing..?" Bem asked curiously as she gripped the small piece of paper, wiggling it around and chuckling at its strangeness. "This looks like what the scribes of my home used, I wasn't born into that tree. I was off the warriors, and as such, was trained for battle than for writing. Is writing common in your people? Do the humans have division..? How strange you people are." the bee mused, not paying too much to conversation transpiring between the other two in her company.

"I'm afraid I may require you to aid me in this as I cannot read nor write, as we had no such use for such things in the hive, at least in my classification, anyway." Bem smiled, content with working together with others on the strange piece of culture that was a part of the elves. "Can all the elves write? Are you a race of scribes?"​