Fantasy A Guild of Heroes: Song of Champions

[Hanarei]

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Location: Guildhall
Speaking to:
Bianca Reinhardt

Risa looked towards Bianca as she seemed to show a bit of hesitance when she spoke. There was little doubt in her mind that her sense of logic was fighting with her emotional connection to her homeland. It was a completely irrational mindset to have, but it was one she knew full well was a very human emotion to have. Her desire for vengence still lingered even after so much time had passed and she had moved away from what she saw as an almost childish sense of getting revenge for the deaths of her family. Even if she had dedicated herself to the guild, it didn't stop thoughts of her original thoughts of being once practically nobility for mages and the lavish lifestyle she had left behind to be viewed with such nostalgia glasses and in some ways feeling a sense of duty to her family even if such a time had long since passed since their murder and her own abandonment of such a corrupt system.

"It is a foolish endeavor Bianca. You know it will only cause you trouble. Your very presence might not even amount to providing any sort of benefit in being able to accomplish the task, and can potentially have repercussions that far outweigh any benefit of you going." She mildly scolded her about it. She let out a soft sigh, shaking her head a bit in response. She could be a hard ass at times, but Risa at leastr had some give to her. There was a difference to her to doing something stupid, and doing something you felt within your very heart you had to do.

"If you so wish to go, do so. I won't stop you. Don't expect the guild to bail you out if something goes wrong. You will be reprimanded after you come back if you do go as well, so expect some repercussions to your actions." Risa spoke giving a bit of a threat to her. She was the type that would carry out such a thing out of principal. it wasn't likely to be some menial punishment like having to be forced to build a wall using rather ineffective means or some other sort of purposely cruel punishment like that at least.

"You best come back alive though, you will regret it greatly if you end up dying because of it." She gave one last warning to her though perhaps an even more empty threat then before, after all it wasn't as if she could do anything to her if she somehow died.

 

[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:
Graystone713 [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]Emily looked up from her book to the slime boy. Watching the teeth get spit out, she sighed and gave him a pouch containing his rewards. "You know Wobb, you should get some rest before you go on another one you know. You're gonna die before the dark lord even turns his eyes back on us." Emily said while continuing her reading. Wobb's exhaustion was pretty clear, he needed to stop. He's gonna burn himself out at this rate.

"Don't push yourself and take a break. Seriously." [/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]

 

[Reinhardt]

Bianca Ensyreia
Location: Guild Hall → Espania
Interactions: Hanarei

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Hearing Risa's words gave Biance some confidence. While most of her words only reassured her that what she was plans to do was pretty much a bad idea, and yet letting her decide in what she really would do. A subtle smirk appeared on Bianca's face as Risa spoke her final words, assuming that at the very least, even in this harsh times, Risa still showed concern for others.

Not exactly well-versed in farewells, Bianca placed her hand on Risa's shoulder and leaned in, before whispering into Risa's ears a few words.

"Don't worry.", she said. "I can handle your 'punishment', Risa."

Without any other word, she distances herself from Risa and gives her a conceited smile - she'd rather be remembered as the same old Bianca, mischievous and carefree. Bianca then, turns around and leaves the guild hall hurriedly, heading outside of Fort Black.

There, she immediately notices the same bird from earlier perched upon a tree stump, gazing upon her intently. It chirped once, then twice, and finally, a voice rang from it, this time sounding clearer than before.

"Einherjar."​

"I am ready.", she said.

In the blink of an eye, the bird burst out into a swirl of feathers which slowly formed into a hooded person. This mysterious figure then, held out its hand, revealing a ring with a green gem on one of its fingers. It opened up it's palm, causing a magic circle to appear beneath Bianca, who didn't even flinch in all that was occurring.

"Remember your duty, Einherjar."​

Bianca nodded and closed her eyes, as she disappeared in a brilliant flash of light. A second after, the figure disappeared as well, leaving no trace of its existence.

The next moment she opened her eyes, she found herself back home.

Back at Espania.

 

[Reinhardt]

Ragna
Location: Ragna's Workshop - Hall
Interactions: LostHaven

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"Hmm...", Ragna said, as he placed his hand atop his chin. "I think I may have something in store. Natalie, serve him Material 718 - do it in the most presentable manner you can."

The homoncu-maid nodded, and left after hearing the orders of her master. Now it was just the two of them once more, with the exception of the various homoncu-maids that roamed around cleaning different sections of the hall.

Ragna then grabbed the small bag, and took a quick peek inside it. For about three to four seconds his heterochromatic eyes slightly glowed, each following their respective color. "This mask, is quite ordinary.", he commented, turning his gaze towards the bony man, whose name was revealed to be Faust. "Do you not want any sort of alterations to it? I find such simplicity rather unnatural for a person like you, Faust."

After so, he was presented by Faust what would be easily recognized as a "special" key - presumably that which opens the Guild's vault. Ragna nodded, with his eyebrows slightly raised, acknowledging the truth behind Faust's words.

"Gisela!", Ragna said loudly as he snapped his fingers.

A purple-haired homoncu-maid approached the two of them and bowed gently. "Yes, Master Ragna?", she addressed the mage-scientist.

"Bring me Transmutation Set 40."

"As you wish, Master Ragna.", she replied, then left immediately.

Finally, Ragna turned his attention back to Faust.

"So, how are things out there?", he asked. "My packages haven't arrived for some reason and Cyrus hasn't really contacted me for decades."

 

[Graystone713]

Wobb
Tired? Nooo, of course not! Z.
Guild reception, speaking with Emily ( Alteras )

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Wobb could barely stay awake, but getting rest seemed a foolish mistake.
“Why... Shud I?... Tuwnball... Dun... Sweeeep... I gotta...”
He started, before being cut off by a big yawn. He could feel Emily staring. He almost tried to convince himself he could keep going... but eventually said
“Mebbe... A nap... wuddn’t huwt.” before slithering off towards his room. A one or two hour nap couldn’t hurt that much... Could it? Could it? He didn’t make it to his room. He instead collapsed in on himself in one of the hallways.

(Open for interaction)

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Ki'Tavi

Location: Training grounds
Interacting with: Bem Noble Scion Elvis Birdsie

"I don't know why he's giving you all this stuff either, but apparently he thinks you need it." Kit remarked with a shrug of his shoulders. "Cyrus seems to have his favorites. There's some here he's actively trying to help, while the rest of us don't get anything unless we actively pester him" He remarked opening the book he was holding and starting to read through the pages. It was a high level book. A very high level book.

Then again, what did Kit expect from something he was hoping would tip the scales in the coming war?

The gears in his head were turning. There was a fire in his eyes that showed he had something going on in his head. Even as he read, he was coming up with applications for it. Page after page, his tail swished behind him as ideas swam through his head.

Then, a rather pitiful groan from behind him caused his ears to turn towards the source of the sound. Raising his eyes from his book, he saw Bem just, seeming to have lost all motivation than to be a lump on the ground. His head tilted, curiosity getting the better of him as he made his way over, kneeling in front of her.

"You look like you've had it rough, Bem. Did I miss something?" Kit inquired, his head tilting as he watched the pitiful bee.

 

[Kylesar1]

Annette "Braveheart" Stansfield
Guild Reception

Annette walked down the corridor, out to reception and encountered a slime in the hallway, sleeping. It looked like a puddle of goop. "Ugh," she noted in disgust as she had stepped in him. She had nothing against slimes (hell, she had some in her crew), but stepping in his literal body was just too weird for her. She tried to kick him to try and stir him, but that went as well as trying to kick slime would go, with it just covering her foot.

"I'm back from my mission to secure the Water Dragon Egg," she said to the receptionist. "Accomplished obviously, but why is there a slime sleeping in the floor? Shall I wake him? His heart is exposed." She pulled out her pistol and loaded a round. A brown and red one mixed together, swirled, easily seen. It looked like a marble. This was an acoustic round, giving off an insanely loud sound, loud enough to shatter ear drums and cause concussions if one were close enough but otherwise a blank.

Spoiler: Bullet Appearance

Her mission called for her to set sail to secure the dragon egg after a group of poachers killed its parent. The mission resulted in her being absent for a month, missing out on the important events up until then. She was kind of in the dark, but that didn't matter too much right now.
Alteras
Graystone713

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis | Fort Black, Training Yard | One Mean Ghost Noble Scion

"Favorites? Me?" Ellis scoffed.

He extended the staff and activated the meridian in it. Its power was stupidly high. Ellis was born a sorcerer and had plenty of mana, enough to fuel some scary spells. But this staff had at least fivefold the power generation and tenfold the capacity, all through artifice. It was a tool of destruction in the wrong hands and the catalyst for cultivating miracles in the right ones. He played around a bit with the mana it made. A spark of mana fired from the orb and into his hand, forming a hazy cloud in his palm. It was clean, just as clean as energy from a leyline; undiluted.

With a note of dryness, he said, "I've never achieved anything meaningful in my life and there was never anyone who pushed me to anything. Drui's the one that convinced me to stay, because she painted me a picture where I'm something more, and I want to see that, so I'm giving her the benefit of doubt. Cyrus criticized me for incompetence. I imagine he picked me because my soul can be molded into a dangerous weapon, even if it dwells in a fool's body. He sees nothing beyond that and that's why he refuses to speak to me directly, using intermediaries like you to get things done."

He looked at Ki'Tavi expectantly but found him looking through a book and wasn't sure if the catman was disinterested or focused. That's when they both heard a groan of pity from across the yard and both looked off. Ellis dismissed the mana in his palm, letting it fade into the air.

He waited and looked at Kit approached Bem and knelt in front of her. Ellis followed after him, then explained: "Think it might be my fault. We had a heated argument about whether magic involves being in love with demons and she strongly insists that it does. I, on another hand, strongly insisted that she's stupid. To my credit, I tried not to get annoyed, but after she called me 'demon-lover' the nth time, I cracked."

He didn't have fondness for the bee-girl or her beliefs; they were what made him bitter the way he was, and the only way he could look back in retrospect was because of Drui and her encouragement. She told him there was more in him and he had to find himself, so he tried. He tried to be a hero; patient, nice, polite, but Bem broke that attempt and showed that Ellis wasn't ready. It was disheartening to know that his honest to God attempt at being better was violently smashed to the floor, beaten with a bat, then left for the dead by a bee with thaumaphobia.

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian - Training yard - Birdsie One Mean Ghost

Spoiler: Appearance

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Bem, as the lump of un-motivated, unhappy bee that she was, didn't want to say anything. She didn't want to have to deal with either of the two, yet it was her own fault for not fleeing as soon as she had spotted them. "Stupid legs.." was all she grumbled, and that was primarily to herself.

When she had found out that magic was everywhere, she had been rather surprised that she hadn't been murdered on sight, although thinking back on it, there was that one guy that had lit the entire dining hall on fire before being turned into a newt. Bem had thought dealing with evil would be less talking rigorously to eachother and calling insults, and more like her ramming the point deep enough into their fleshy chest until the tip pierced the black heart that had decided forcing a contract with a demon for mystical powers was a good idea. Did humans even have hearts? It didn't seem like it. Bem would need to learn more about their biology to better combat them in the future, should need for her to kill one arise, and what better time to ask than now?

"Ki'tavi.. How do I kill you?" was Bem asked, wording the question rather poorly in her depression to the person that, while she didn't quite trust, believed that the relationship between them might still be salvageable. "I am perfectly intelligent, and you do not appear to have cracked, liar. I see none of your blood on the surface." she growled at him, yet made no move from her spot on the ground. Now that she had lain there for a fair amount of time, it had grown to be somewhat comfortable, as comfortable as a piece of ground could be, anyway.​

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis | Fort Black, Training Yard | One Mean Ghost Noble Scion

Ellis was taken aback by the nonchalant question of how one should go about killing Ki'Tavi. He decided to do the 'right thing' as Drui told him, and be helpful, though there was a strong hint of discomfiture in his explanation: "Uh. I'm certain you'd have to destroy his brain. Once that happens, his soul will salvage the mind and basically turn him into a spirit with no body, which is what we refer to as death... not that I'm a specialist in the area of necromancy, anyway..."

Ellis leaned in to whisper into Kit's ear, surprised at the rediscovery of the fact that cat-people have two pairs. The human ones and the cat ones, sticking out from the top of their head. Confused, Ellis got somewhere in between and shelled his whisper with his hand. "She's centrally ill-founded, Ki'Tavi. We should leave her be and consult her with a skilled psychiatrist. I know a guy in Trostenwald: he can work miracles with a clock on a chain and a snap of his fingers."

 

[LostHaven]

Auriel || Courtyard -> Dungeon, Espania || Interacting with Natalie ( Prince_ ), Viska ( Archdemon ), Tybalt ( Pure Calcium ) || Mentions: Birdsie ​

This is taking much too long. Auriel thought to herself, giving their tiny group one last glance. With their guild seal's teleportation function, they should have been at Espania ages ago. Shaking her head, Auriel channeled her mana into her own seal, before the group disappeared in a flash of energy. When they reemerged, they were no longer in Albion.

"We must hurry before the Death Knights arrive. We've wasted enough time with useless chat." She advised the group, surveying the surroundings. They appeared to be in a forest of sorts, probably swarming with owl-headed bears. "But the dungeon..." Auriel muttered to herself, as she attempted to gaze over the trees, to no avail. Rather than attempting to gaze through a blanket of leaves, Auriel decided to leap onto a branch. Then another. Auriel continued to jump between the trees, rapidly gaining altitude. Then, with one last push, Auriel landed on the branch of one particularly tall tree, which protruded from the thick treeline. Then, she saw the 'dungeon'. Correction, it wasn't a 'dungeon' in the literal sense. No, Auriel had always pictured dungeons to be underground which raises the question of why she was climbing up a tree to look for it in the first place, like the huge labyrinth of monsters underneath Fort Black which shielded its vault, and yet there it stood. A colossal tower of stone and marble, standing like a pillar, piercing the heavens. A single beam of energy extended into the sky, splitting and forming an immense magic-barrier around it. Whatever artifact was locked in that tower- it was sure to be beyond invaluable.

"That's the dungeon?" Auriel uttered in annoyance. Climbing up that thing would be a tedious job, no doubt If only she could fly...

Auriel swiftly made her way back to the ground and returned to the party. Then, she pointed toward the direction of the tower. "It is that way." She informed them. "Dungeon in question is an immensely tall tower. There is a magic barrier around it, I'm unsure whether we can walk through it though. Make haste now, and don't die." She ordered the group in an authoritative tone and turned toward the direction of the dungeon and began walking, signaling to the rest of the party that it was probably a good time to begin making towards this 'dungeon'.

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow || Ragna's Workshop || Interacting with Ragna ( Reinhardt )​

Faust watched on dumbfounded, as Ragna ordered his homoncu-maid to bring him this 'Material 718', and in a manner that was somewhat appealing to the eye. "I hope you didn't murder a guy for that." Faust joked, as he watched the maid disappear from sight. Faust allowed for a moment of quiet, watching as Ragna's eyes glowed as he inspected Faust's broken mask, commenting that it was, to Ragna's confusion, an ordinary mask and offered to make improvements to it.

"Alterations?" Faust questioned the mage-scientist, somewhat intrigued by his offer. Faust remembered the seemingly baseless rumors that had been spreading around some areas regarding the Guild of Heroes' 'mysterious' vault-keeper. Like, that he possessed an artifact-mask of unspeakable power, and other funny rumors, like he didn't actually exist, and was rather the Guild's way of deterring thieves from ever trying to steal from the vault. As Faust thought, many interesting ideas seemed to arise from his mind. For example, somehow transferring his tome's magic-enhancement effect to his mask. Or- "I guess you can put a self-destruct function and make it enough to blow up a whole town?" Faust suggested half-jokingly. While a self-destruct function was certainly sometimes useful, Faust dreaded the idea of utterly destroying his precious mask again. After all, she gave it to me before... His thoughts were interrupted however, as Ragna called for another homoncu-maid to bring him his transmutation set.

"mhmm" Faust hummed, as Ragna inquired about the situation regarding the rest of the world. Faust closed his metal box, locking the key away again, and returned it to the safety of his cloak, as he began explaining. "Not sure if you've heard, but Xhorhas got utterly annihilated.", Faust informed Ragna: "I wouldn't know too well though since I've been holed up in front of that vault." He complained, "and the Conjurer of Tirisgarde. Our Guildmaster traded him to the enemy in return for a six-month peace treaty, in which time Turenval will surely murder that old man. Probably why he can't contact you recently. We've lost our 'queen' already, I'm quite sure the whole world is fucked." Faust didn't stop complaining there; shaking his head, he continued: "And while the whole world is getting its ass kicked by Turenval, some ingenious Guildmaster decides to have me fix Fort Black's walls. Of course, I put the cost of materials on her tab. I'm quite surprised she hasn't found out yet." Chuckling, Faust's focus finally returned to the matter at hand. "Shall I pay you in advance? Fetching the 'goods' will take a matter of minutes."

 

[Hanarei]

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Location: Guildhall
Speaking to:
Bianca Reinhardt Annetter Kylesar1 Emily Alteras
Mentioned:
Faust LostHaven Wobb Graystone713 Ellis Birdsie

Risa looked towards Bianca as she placed her hand on her shoulder as she leaned in. She wasn't sure how to react to it, keeping her poise in response. She nodded lightly to Bianca's response. It seemed pointless for her to say anymore. She said her piece, it was all up to Bianca to do what she felt right. She could only hope she came out of the whole ordeal in one piece. It seemed like a lot to ask for given the whole situation of the world as it was right now. She turned away, walking the opposite way of Bianca heading over towards the reception desk. It was the best place to start for her. She looked to see Wobb just seeming to leave after talking to Emily just as Annette came to the counter seemingly fresh from a mission. She focused first towards Emily seeming to ignore the other two for the moment.

"I need to make sure Faust does his job for once and make sure he fixates himself of guarding over the vault. There is no telling what the enemy might be up to and it is best to be safe rather then sorry. I'm sure that good for nothing bag of bones is likely slacking off somewhere nearby, just in case I don't manage to stumble into him before you do." She spoke not at all seeming to hold any punches when it came to talking about Faust. His tendency to cause trouble for her made it very easy for her to throw insults directed at him pretty easy even if she tried to generally keep a more neutral stance on everyone in the guild. She turned to Annette with a light nod of acknowledgement. She didn't really know the full extent of her job but at the very least she made out it seemed to be a success.

"Good job on completing your mission. Feel free to take a little rest now that you are back, although be onguard should anything happen. It isn't likely anything will happen but given our current predicament, it doesn't hurt to be ready expecting the worst." She spoke quite bluntly to her. Her gaze fixated back towards Emily.

"Do you know where Ellis is? I wish to have a word with him. I have a feeling he has been avoiding me... whether intentional or subconsciously. I wanted to provide him some 'assistance' I think he sorely needs and at the very least work to get him started on it." She spoke out not quite saying what it was. It was clear she intended to put him through some sort of training, and when it came to Risa she tended to be quite brutal with any sort of training she put anyone through. He still owed her for sparing him from a cruel fate and she planned on making him pay her back by making himself into a useful combatant.

 

[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:
Graystone713 Hanarei Kylesar1 [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]"Welcome back Annette. Good job. It's been a while, and a lot has happened. Half of which even I don't know." Emily shrugged. She was telling the truth though. She was in a Mana exhaustion coma the whole time. "Your reward is in your room already. Ahh... you probably shouldn't wake him up. He's been taking up missions as much as possible. Actually..." Emily stared at the puddle of slime that was down the corridor. With a sigh, she twirled her fingers in the direction of Wobb, and levitated all the fluid into a sphere. Satisfied, she decided to just leave it in the air like that.

"Ahh, Hey Risa~" Emily looked back up to see the guildmaster. She scratched her cheeks as Ellis's name popped up. "Don't know. I gave him a bit of a lecture earlier. He said he needed to study. Hmm..." Emily tilted her head for a moment. She closed her eyes for a moment and thought about it. "That boy isn't one for studying in a library. He's probably in the training yard. Ahh before you hunt him down..." Emily bent down under the desk and pulled out a small notebook.

It's an old worn out notebook, filled with faded words and notes. The beginning few pages has childish handwriting which became more and more refined toward the end. The front cover bears the title Notes and Explorations on Magic Chanting. "Hand this to him after you beat him up. It contains a lot of my earlier spells when I was still a kid. He should expand his repertoire of spells and pick and choose his path instead of just following that old geezer blindly." [/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]

 

[Silver Wolf]

Julia Karstan
Location: Guild Reception Hall ---> Library
Interactions: Emily Alteras Lou LostHaven Wobb Graystone713
In Area/Mentioned: Risa Hanarei Annette Kylesar1
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Perhaps stranger things could happen compared to last time. Julia never imagined one day would earn her this much hassle. If her stinking carriage hadn't broken down she would be at the Guild far earlier from her trip to Thay. She walked over to Emily's desk and reached into her bag. Soon, stacks of papers and bundles of scrolls and parchments came flying out. She set each of them on a neat, orderly pile to the desk each titled different things. One was a 7 cm stack of fetch quests, 5 cm stack of hunting quests, a 2 cm stack of mercenary jobs, and about a crappy centimeter of investigation jobs. The scrolls were bundled tightly in a peculiar wrap that was actually one of the things she went to Thay to obtain. An enchanted binding wrap that only opened for the desired person. The scroll stack was simply a collection of Thay wizard spells or concepts that could prove a risk in the future. It was merely seven scrolls of parchment, but the contents were rather damnable. Not all were particularly dangerous, just flagged.

"Same old same old, but I am NEVER taking resource recomendations from Faust ever again. I busted a wheel, so I'm off to relax. Next time I see Faust, I swear he could be losing his pelvis this time."

Julia also noticed something drip from above as she walked through the hallway. She placed her hand on her face and wiped off the blue goop. She looked up and saw a balled up Wobb floating in the air, sleeping. He always slept in the most inconvenient of spots. When Julia left she said, "Again? What a waste of a brain, even if it's a pseudo one."

Julia reached into her bag and pulled out a handkerchief which she used to wipe off the blue goop. Her shoes clicked rather violently in the halls before reaching the library. Julia opened the door and gave a deep sigh once she closed the door to hopefully be treated by peace and quiet. Especially after she had to stay in that wretched inn last night. The library did have one other denizen in it. Lou...boy or girl? Julia had to hold herself back from saying that out loud to herself. The...thing was so young to be in the guild, but from what Julia knew he had quite some fire magic potential. Dragon level potential, which was a very impressive idea. If Julia were more of a sorcerer or wizard, she would be studying Lou. It was so cute how hard he tried.

Julia gave a wide smile on her face as she hugged her body with one arm and touched her lower lip with the other. "Well, Lou's studying again. I'd probaby consider it a miracle you can read, you aren't having trouble with it are you?"

 

[Fable]

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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Drui[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Training Grounds, Fort Black | Interaction: Ellis ( Birdsie ) Ki'Tavi ( One Mean Ghost ) | Nearby/Mentioned: Bem ( Noble Scion ) [/div]
Drui had been wandering about the fort wondering if there were any secret paths, secret paths that perhaps led to a secret library since the books she had read thus far were completely useless to her. She sighed to herself and decided to get some fresh air, maybe take out some frustration on one of the cute golems. She wondered if one of them had a bit of a fetish for whips.

She hummed a tune to herself as she headed to the training yard, her brow quirking slightly as she spotted Bem sulking with Ki'Tavi and Ellis nearby, Ellis whispering something to Ki'Tavi's ear. She smirked and strutted up behind Ellis and hugged him, "There you are Ellis darling! What ever did you two do to the poor bee-girl?"[/div][/div][/div]

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[LostHaven]

Lou Mirian || Fort Black Library || Interacting with Julia ( Silver Wolf )​

Lou had been thoroughly absorbed into his book, and hadn't even noticed Julia open the door and enter the library. His attention was only diverted when Julia decided to speak out, commenting that she thought it a miracle that Lou was even capable of reading. His eyes perked up from his book, and glossed over the woman. "Um..." Lou uttered, unsure of the most optimal response. "No. I can read this just fine.." He replied quietly, only barely loud enough to hear.

As he thought to himself, something a particular vault-keeper had told him suddenly popped up in his head. "Be wary of hoes. Scary fucking things." What had Faust described them as again? "If they're a woman of noble birth, they're probably a hoe." Lou had decided for himself that Julia probably was a noble. "Excuse me, you're a noble right? Are you one of those 'hoes' that the vault-keeper warned me about?" He asked, innocently. Honestly, Lou had no idea how a farming tool had any correlation to a woman. Well, it looks like Faust is losing more than a pelvis tonight...

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis | Fort Black, Training Yard | One Mean Ghost Noble Scion Fable

As soon as he felt two hands wrap around him, he didn't need to hear her voice. A chilling sigh escaped his mouth and he pressed his lips together. "Ah. Ran out of people without restraining orders and came looking for one from me?" he asked sardonically, with calmly closed eyes.

He opened his eyes, then glared at her sideways. "Stop hugging me, or people will think we're a couple. Surely, a 'goddess' of your magnitude wouldn't want to be associated with a lowly mortal such as myself?" he asked. He feared she might say something like do not resist.

He changed topic to her question. "The bee-girl? We didn't do anything."

 

[Reinhardt]

Bianca Ensyreia
Location: Egrandia City
Interactions: ---

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The sight before her was all too familiar - the exquisite carriages, the imposing manors and buildings, and even the very ground she stood upon. There was no mistaking it, she was at the capital of Espania - the renowned city of Egrandia. But things aren't the same as it used to be, no.

It was much worse now. The streets were decorated with blood and corpses. Houses crashed and burned. Screams of agony and despair echoed from one place to another. What was once seen as the pinnacle of Espanian lifestyle was now nothing but an undesirable hellhole.

Bianca clenched her fist. If the enemy has made it this far, there's no knowing what they could have done to the other areas of Espania, especially those that aren't as heavily guarded as this one. She assumed that this was the consequence of the Einherjar's involuntary absence - an exile they did not see coming, nor deserved.

Sensing a familiar presence, Bianca glances to her right - where the same bird from before was perched upon a broken window. "What am I supposed to do here?", she asked bluntly.

The bird opened it's mouth, and now a clearer voice came from it. "Liberate Espania."

"You can do that with a mere wave of your hand, Grand Magus.", she replied indifferently.

A light chuckle echoed from the bird's opened beak. "Oh, you know me? How intriguing.", the voice said. "However, not every legend your hear and read is true, Einherjar. I cannot do what you think I could. That's why I called you, and the others."

"You lie.", Bianca said, her tone sounding fiercer than usual. After all, the legendary Aergundias should have prevented this from coming with such ease, but instead, has decided to turn into a bird for some reason and pass the responsibility to Bianca, and presumably any other surviving Einherjar out there. "I know of your legend, and I have seen that ring on your finger. The power you bear, why have you no-"

"Now is not the time to argue, Einherjar. Draw your blade."

"Answe-"

"Draw your blade!", the voice shouted, and the bird immediately flew up in the air, disappearing in the clouds above.

Bianca grunted, and turned her gaze away from where the bird once was, only to see seven hostile creatues, such as fiends, skeletons, zombies, lesser demons, etc., pouncing towards her. Without hesitating, she grabbed the handle of her sword, and drew it. Not even half a second has passed as she propelled herself towards using her feet. In the air, as she accelerated towards them and they to her, she swung her blade with such force, causing her to spin like a bullet - slicing her enemies as she came into contact with them.

Within about a second and a half, she landed a few meters away from her initial position, and rolled one the ground a few inches further to break her fall. She stood up immediately, and looked behind her - where the defeated remains of her enemies have fallen. She was about to sheath her blade, but she heard the noise of footsteps and growling just a few streets away from her. Turning her attention to where it came from, she tightened her grip on her sword.

"Tch.", she muttered under her breath, as she ran towards the noise.

 

[Birdsie]

Reinhardt

It was a monster. A disgusting mixture of man and machine.

It had the upper torso of a man, with an old, grotesquely wrinkled head and displaced patches of skin. The head was bald, with flesh surrounding the mouth dessicated and burned off, revealing yellow out-of-place teeth formed into a wicked and contemptuous sneer. It had no ears and its eyes were bloodshot red. Its hands were adorned with syringes and surgical tools and on its back was a black backpack, most likely containing alchemical fluids.

The lower body was a construct; a surrealistic clockwork framework with plates of mismatched black armor, standing on eight mechanical limbs of black metal, each one three meters long. The monster drifted through the street, its body hopping as if it were to tip over and fall at any moment.

"Blah... You look so ugly..." It balanced itself to stand on four legs, then picked up the body of a dead man with the remaining four. It brought him closer for inspection. "Let's make you beautiful..."

It began injecting the body with fluids, cutting across the chest and spraying its insides with liquid adamantium that quickly solidified across the skeleton to create an extremely durable structure. It injected the body with a dark green concoction and dropped it to the ground. The resultant zombie stood up and began collecting more bodies and bringing them for a similar revival.

He took the body of a young elven girl and dichotomized her, taking the upper body and sealing it to a horse, creating a malformed centaur. He coated the monster's body in adamantium that solidified, then revived it.

The necromancer worked with terrifying speed, spending no more than half a minute on any single 'patient.'

At one point, it took a still living nearby demon and sawed it in half with a large telescopic sword, not caring in the slightest that the creature was an ally. It took the infernal monster and amputated its limbs, then attached them to the body of a dead dwarf, before spraying it with adamantium haphazardly and reviving it.

The mechanized necromancer didn't seem to notice as Bianca made her way and arrived on the street, but his army of horrors was growing at an alarming rate. Some of his zombies lunged at her.

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Ki'Tavi

Location:Training Grounds
Interacting with: Bem Noble Scion Ellis Birdsie

"Simple. You can't kill me" Ki'Tavi chuckled as he patted the bee's head.

"There is much you don't know about magic, Bem, much, I'm sure, Ellis was trying to explain, even if his words fell short" He continued, glancing back at Ellis as the boy whispered in his ear. He just shook his head at the suggestion, before turning his attention back to the bee.

"Magic, dear Bem, is not inherently good or evil. While it is true, some demons make use of it, so too, do some angels. Magic, you see, is only as good or bad as the user of it. Say, for example, a blacksmith were to craft a fine spear." Kit began, framing the issue in a new context. "Would that spear be good or evil? But of course, how can a spear be good or evil? It's merely a tool, after all. Such is the nature of magic as well. It is merely a tool like a spear or a sword or a shield. It is only as good, or as evil, as strong, or as weak as the person that wields it." He concluded as he watched the forlorn bee girl.

"And no, being able to use magic doesn't require fucking a demon, selling your soul to a demon, or any demons in any capacity whatsoever. Even you, if you so applied yourself, could learn to use magic without ever so much as being anywhere remotely near a demon." He rested his palm on the ground, several flowers springing into bloom from the ground around his palm. "You could convince the flowers to bloom, or simply encourage rain to feed the flowers that have bloomed already. Would that be so evil?" he inquired, hoping his message managed to get through to the foreign female.

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian - Training yard - Birdsie One Mean Ghost Fable

Spoiler: Appearance

Bem simply listened on to the following conversation, not feeling particularly willing to contribute to such a thing as the angry human child continued to mock her in her presence using the strange terms of his people, yet remaining in her language. It was her people's language, yet different, and it was incredibly off-putting to hear it in such a strange manner. "I'm not sick, you're just an idiot.. And I asked him, I don't believe your words ring true." was all she growled at the mage, struggling to piece together his words and retaliating with what she hoped was a correct response, feeling rather petty that he had responded to her rather than the person she had been talking to.

Bem groaned at the return of the goddess. While she was relatively nice, last time they had spoken she had talked about curses, and the fact that she was a goddess, which led to Bem coming to the calculation that being near her increased her chances of being struck by lightning bolts by an astronomical amount. "Hiya." was what she mumbled into the dirt, although she didn't particularly feel like it. Although her next action gave her a sudden burst of confusion, that related to their previous encounters. "Lady goddess lady, The first time I met you, you were shoving your chest in his face." she began as she lifted herself up onto her knees before continuing "So I asked you about it, because I did the same thing to Ki'tavi and he said it wasn't standard, and you said it wasn't normal, but now you're doing it again to his back! Why are you so complicated? You aren't following your own explanations..." she asked sulkily, not quite mad, just in a foul-mood that she was having difficulty grasping what humans and such creatures did, and how they acted, specifically. "Also I don't see why you are fond of grumpy boy. He's mean, and most definitely a lowly mortal." she huffed at them both, the fact that they were in such close proximity to each other giving Bem a slight hint of annoyance to her rant

This happened until Kit began speaking, in which Bem simply hushed herself to listen to his words. As bitter a mood she was in, the cat-person was one of the few people that seemed to not entirely hate her, nor seem to pose a threat, primarily due to his lack of magic. "I... Guess you make sense..." she grumbled begrudgingly to his analogy "Where does magic come from then? If not from demons? Thin air?" she growled at him, turning away from his face as she crossed her arms in two separate pairs, unwilling to look the cat-person in the eyes, along with the two on-lookers. "I never knew you knew magic.. You better not be lying about all this." she warned "Or.. Or... I won't trust you again.. And we won't be friends anymore..." she muttered quietly, unsure of what grounds she even had with Kit to even feel such a way.
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[Fable]

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[/div][div class=flex][div class=text][div class=header]Drui[/div]
[div class=tags]Location: Training Grounds, Fort Black | Interaction: Ellis ( Birdsie ) Bem ( Noble Scion ) | Nearby/Mentioned: Ki'Tavi ( One Mean Ghost ) [/div]
Drui wasn't particularly phased by Ellis's greeting towards her and his remark about restraining orders. She continued to hug him, even after he requested her to stop, still smiling as she did so, "Oh Ellis darling, would it be so terrible for us to be a couple? And as a Goddess I can do as I please with who I please, though if you truly dislike my affections..." She paused and grinned deviously for a moment before whispering in his ear, "You're going to have to really convince me that you really aren't interested."

She let out a musical laughter as she pulled back slightly from Ellis, but still remained attached to his person happily. "Besides, if anyone has rumors swirling about it would be the boring white-haired Veth and fuzzy-eared Ki'Tavi." Her eyes slid over to Ki'Tavi a suggestive look crossed her features, "I saw something interesting, a certain elf fleeing Ki'Tavi's room quite flustered. Ellis, how about we go to a room alone together for an evening."

Drui laughed again, until Bem directed her words towards her, mentioning how Drui had shoved her chest in Ellis's face and how she had done the same thing with Ki'Tavi. Her body shuddered and she cracked and laughed in reaction, her eyes watering and her ribs aching. "Oh my dear girl, I don't care about silly things about what is and isn't 'standard.' You could say I can be very intimate with my greetings should I desire them to be so. Your species must not be very affectionate, perhaps we need to have a chat about the birds and the bee-"

She halted before she could finished and struggled to keep her laughter contained, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself. "Perhaps that is the wrong way to refer to that. I meant, a discussion on intimate matters. As for why I am fond of Ellis, he's so fun to tease and hard to get, and sometimes I enjoy a challenge. Not to mention being aligned as a Bard, I'm a bit compelled to be attracted to him as the Goddess of Music and Laughter. He gets my special attention."

Drui shrugged as Bem refocused on Ki'Tavi, and how she mentioned how she wouldn't trust him again if he was lying about magic. Drui felt like Bem was pitiable in her confusion. She also had burned quite a few possible bridged regarding friends most likely based on how she approached other, accusing them based on her own assumptions first rather than getting to know them. "Bem, dear, this is going to sound cruel, but you are your own worst enemy right now."[/div][/div][/div]

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[Silver Wolf]

Soren
Location: Espania - Egrandia City
Interactions: Bianca Reinhardt
Mentioned/Nearby: Bianca Reinhardt and Birdsie 's abomination(s)
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There was essentially very little left. Soren really hoped his goal wasn't in the city currently. If that happened he would have even less in this world. All sorts of reanimated abominations ran rampant doing what they pleased. Mindless horrid creatures given life again by magic. When Soren stared at a random elven girl with a horse half making a makeshift centaur he felt sick to his stomach. His people really must have had a reason to hate magic. One person brought upon the same devastation as an entire crusade. The centaur made a gurgling sound and rushed towards Soren. He ran, but the body of the elf had its hands reach out and slam him to the ground. Soren rolled over and pushed himself up to see the creature turning around. The creature had two rib cages...the horse had to be the part to go first.

Soren held his Scimitar in its position. The creature charged again. Soren ducked below and the hooves dove deep into his body. The wind left him, but he grabbed the hind leg and the construct faltered. Soren was drug around the ground two meters before he finally sent the abomination to the ground. Soren threw himself on it. The hooves kicked, but he had managed to go between them. He took his Scimitar and began hacking away at the limbs until blood covered his hand and the limbs had detactched. Bone portruding from the stumps were all that remained of where the legs had been. The stumps moved, gushing blood, but Soren approached the horse and jammed his blade through the rib cage. The construct screamed in agony. It's voice sent shivers down Soren's spine. The horse's limbs halted their movement and blood began appearing out of the elf's mouth. He looked at her, it was a shame such a young looking creature deemed beautiful by many had to exist like this. Her empty eyes filled with hatred for the living focused on Soren as the necromantic creation swung it's arms out in madness. Soren took his blade and sent it through the neck, the screaming stopped, but the arms stilled flailed, but wildly and the body twisted. Soren scoffed at the creature and sent his Scimitar through the body, separating it from the horse.

More creatures were walking, but they seemed to be drawn to something. Soren felt his sore body with the adrenaline fading slightly before running over to where the creatures were being drawn. He noticed they were being drawn towards a single girl in a kimono with an eastern sword at her side. Some creatures were approaching her, so Soren ran up to them before they could begin their complete charge and sent his sword through. The lethal blow to the chest was enough to incapacitate the creature. The others didn't seem to notice their fellow monster fall, so Soren took the chance to kill them both. Their heads and bodies thumped to the ground right behind the girl. Soren looked around and saw more creatures. One was even coming from a house with a man in its arms, barely alive and staring dead towards his house as cries came from it, attracting more of the damned.

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[Birdsie]

Ellis | Training Grounds, Fort Black | Noble Scion One Mean Ghost Fable

When he heard Drui tell that she'll do as she pleases with whom she pleases, Ellis' eye twitched in irritation.

He broke when she offered to go to a room together. His body began to shake insecurely in different places; his leg twitched constantly as if he entered an adrenaline rush and his upper body shuddered. In reaction to the warmth in his stomach, he sneered at no one in particular, crinkling his nose. He felt his cheeks redden, so he kept on looking straight to avoid giving Drui the satisfaction.

He watched as Ki'Tavi explained the basics of morality and magic's relation to outsiders and fiends such as demons and slowly calmed down by the philosophical way it was described by the cat-man. Philosophical was predictable; philosophical was good. It calmed down his nerves: he stopped shaking and his cheeks returned to their normal coloration. Ellis let out a deep, comfortable sigh.

Ellis was a scholar at heart and chose to be an artist to reject his own 'future,' but he had come to like composing and playing in the short time he spent with his lute in hand. But that didn't change that he was born to study magic, to become great at it. It was like a cranked up version of your parents choosing your job for you. In this case, destiny chose his life's goal for him before he was born.

To that end, Ellis wondered why Drui wanted him to accept who he was. It was like she wanted him to stop being a bard. Not that he'd drop playing all of a sudden, even despite the encouragement.

He decided to follow up Ki'Tavi's explanation with one of his own.

"Magic comes from within oneself," Ellis said, directing his attention to Bem and trying to momentarily ignore the goddess' antics. "Nearly everything that is alive has a soul. And nearly every soul can be tricked into producing and manipulating mana. Mana is existence itself and can be used to shape the world around you."

Ellis held out his hand with an open palm and cast prestidigitation; the basest of all cantrips used by novices for training. A flower from red light appeared in his palm, then exploded into colorful fireworks, which then shifted into sparks that orbited his hand like a planet. In the end, the sparks came together and reformed into the same red flower, which began to shift colors in gradients like a rainbow.

"You think about what you want to happen and your mind tells your soul what to do," he explained, simplifying almost distastefully. "The soul releases mana and things happen according to what you wanted. Of course, it's more complicated than that, but since you dislike magic, I don't think I have to go into details."

The flower culminated into a single point in his hand then exploded into seeds that scattered all around the ground, growing into grass and scant flowers in seconds.