Fantasy A Guild of Heroes: Song of Champions

[lightdrago]

Jason listened intently, nodding after each word said. Of course, he was dissapointed to learn that Ka’Sha did not earn a lot of gold for her quest. Probably not enough worth stealing... he thought dejected.

“Well good for you,” Jason offered, quickly shaking away the thought. There are plenty of other people to steal from. “I hope you had fun.”

“Oh, my mission?” Jason said with exaggerated bravado. “It was rather boring when compared to yours,” Jason said, though his grin betrayed his words. “The clients apparently lost a very important item that was precious to their family and just had to have it back. I decided to help them out and retrieve their precious item. Didn’t get to fight any boars, but did get to sneak around a bunch of scary guards.” Jason was waving his hands around to complement his story telling. “Anyways, I was able to retrieve their item and return it to them. They rewarded me quite handsomely.” Jason doesn’t feel like mentioning how he kinda sorta extorted them. Unneeded details.

Before he could say more, Jason’s apple was snatched right out of his hands by the gryphon had with her. She tried to catch it to no avail, and it started munching on his apple. Instead of being mad, Jason just laughed. “You little thief!” he said with mock anger. “Don’t you know it’s not right to steal?” Jason grabbed two apples, taking a bite out of one and offering the other one to the gryphon.

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Jason Crowe
Guild’s Kitchen
Interacting with Xilia and Ka’Sha
The Fluffiest Floof CrimsonEclipse

 

[Fable]

[div class=fyurifauxtabs]Veth | Great Dining Hall | One Mean Ghost | Nearby/Watching Akihito Birdsie LostHaven [/div]
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[/div]Ki'Tavi agreed with her proposition. When hesaid for her to not think poorly of him should their paths cross and that he might enjoy the fight, she gave him a subtle nod to display acceptance and understanding. It was just business, nothing personal. His smile as he replied though made her wonder if he wanted to fight against each other. She wouldn't lie and say she was fond of a worthy fight, but she didn't exactly seek them out on her own. It was her job to fight. She had seen a few in her company who were driven purely by bloodlust and came to a decision that she would rather not associate with those like that. She gave Ki'Tavi a once-over and decided he didn't carry the same madness in his eyes; for now.

He accepted her bet, going against her and choosing the bard for the win, placing his own coin atop the wooden table. He left and returned with two mugs of drink, offering one to her before raising his own and saying 'Cheers, love.' A phrase she found quite rude and thus her eyes narrowed at the feline. She turned away from him and looked at the beverage he had brought her. She knew she was a weak drinker, but a life of being polite made it hard for her to refuse the free drink. She sat there silently for a moment before she spoke, "I'll only drink if I lose."

She was trying to twist her obligation to one of losing a bet. She wouldn't feel as foolish if she had to drink by force due to having to honor a bet rather than getting drunk by choice. She would accept no argument that she had to drink otherwise. "If I win, then my champion gets my drink."

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[Birdsie]

Cyrus of Trostenwald | Somewhere > Great Dining Hall | Axel The Englishman LostHaven One Mean Ghost Akihito Hanarei Archdemon Noble Scion Reinhardt ​

Cyrus whispered in agreement. "Very well."

He held out his staff, then drew a circle in the air with it, leaving behind a blue dust that lingered in the air. Cyrus began reciting mysterious incantations in another language, and as he did, his voice began to gain layers, echoing through the land. Before long, the circle dissipated into magical dust and enclosed them together in a bubble.

A light blinded them both, and once it was gone, they were somewhere else. With a flash and a sound of power being channeled, the wizard and the gunsmith appeared in the dining hall.

Cyrus' eyes scanned the location slowly with inquisitive eyes. People looked at him, and he didn't look back but rather looked past them. Once he analyzed the room sufficiently, he gave out his educated theory calmly. "Well, curses. I was off-mark. We're in the Guild's dining hall, young man!" he said, directing the last sentence at Gunny before facing forward again.

Cyrus licked his lips as he took out his pipe and put it in his mouth. It lighted itself on fire with no visible cause. Cyrus inhaled, held the smoke in his lungs for several seconds, put the pipe away and exhaled a white smoke and several, unnatural, glowing yellow bubbles. He then spoke to no one in particular. "Would any of you happen to know what year it is?"

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian

Spoiler: Appearance

Bem felt sick, funnily enough, so did one of the members of the table as they wandered off the way Bem had entered. She helped herself to a seat and slumped onto the table, buzzing softly to herself to calm down. "Why did you freeze so many giantzz in the courtyard! How could you be zzo cruel!" she cried out to the seemingly uncaring "Kobold" as she was handed a small box of.. Something. She didn’t dare put her hand near the thing for fear of it freezing her like those that had their fate outdoors.

One of the other members which she hadn’t noticed before out forth a suggestion, like they were allies already, which didn’t make Bem feel all too comfortable. It made her feel like she was merely an inconveniance. “If you unfreeze those giantzz, sure! But I’m not budging until then!” She sizzled, slamming the base of her spear as she crossed her two free arms across her waist. “The name izz Bem by the way.” She growled, her compulsive need to do good telling her to find a way to free those poor golems out in the open. She took in their appearances and took solace in the fact that these strange, fleshy creatures at least had the dignity to wear clothes and build shelter. They all looked so diverse, it confused Bem as to how they could recognise eachother. The apiana could tell by one or two distinct features, but each person looking completely different was very confusing. “Who’s the queen? I need to have a chat with them.” She demanded politely, calming down slightly from her initial outburst before two men appeared from literally nothing and threw her into a second panick.

“WHAT ARE YOU THINGS, WHAT EVIL PACT HAVE YOU MADE WITH BEEZLEBUZZ FOR SOME DARK POWERS?! CAN ALL OF YOU DO THAT?!” and with that, Bem feared for her life in the second time, of her life. She leapt backwards and took up a defensive position, her antenna swiveling furiously to detect anything that could give her an advantage, but all she smelt was the foul smelling gas the teleporting one had emitted, which threw her into a fit of coughing.

Reinhardt Archdemon Hanarei Birdsie @(whoever I didn’t mention, there’s a lot of people, sorry)​

 

[LoneSniper87]

Terra and Vesryn / Forests outside of the city / Octo Girl

A screech is heard as the purple haired girl is tossed to the ground. Bandits surrounded her as she stood back up and took a fighting stance. She looks like she had taken a beating but is still kicking. "Just give us your weapons and we can leave you alone... " The head bandit said as he approached the girl. "Over my dead body... " she said as she slashed out and managed to tear open the bandits shirt, ripping it quite badly.

Vesryn walked a dirt path, a hand resting on his dagger. He stops, hearing the screech. He closes his eyes, focusing at the sound of the screech. He hears birds flapping, and catches some muffled voices. He walks toward them, opening his eyes as he drew his mace. "Hey!" He shouts eyes, flicking over the whole group. "Do we have a problem?" He asked, ready for a fight.

The bandits laughed as one shoved the girl to the ground again. The head bandit laughed a bit as he dusted his ripped shirt off. "Listen elf... This woman here owes us some money for going through our territory. She is refusing to so we are... Encouraging her." he said with a smirk. "Now move along... Before this happens to you too..." he said as he turned to kick the girl on the ground while she was getting up.

He twirls the mace in his hand, a bit of glare forming. "I am going to give you one chance, to walk away with your lives. Do not make the wrong choice." He warns, cracking his neck as he gets into a more defensive stance. "I will not be gentle." He adds on. He was a bit tired from the mission he had just went on, sore in some places, his right knee a dull throb, but he would do what it takes to save this woman.

The bandit sighed as his foot connected with the girl, causing her to collapse into the ground moaning. "Listen buddy.. I don't know who you think you are but...." he then noticed something about the man and the color from his face vanished. He hauled ass out of the area and so did his colleagues, leaving the girl and her possessions. The purple haired girl was groaning from the kick to her stomach.

He shook his head, watching them go. "That's what I thought..." He grumbles, making his way to the woman and kneeling next to her, setting his mace down. "Are you alright, miss?" He asked, looking at her with concern. His hands had a faint white glow to them, and he held them close to her. "It looks like they messed you up a bit..."

He helps her up, a warmth enveloping her as she slowly feels her pain fade away. "Vesryn..." He tells her, a bit roughly as he brushes some of his purple streaked hair to the side. "I can take you to the guild. Or perhaps Astrid's. I'm fine with either." He tells her, picking up his mace and sheathing it. "But yes, you can travel with me for now, Terra." She had an odd familiarity about her, it was sort of unsettling to him, but he blew it off as a result of the many encounters he has had similar to this. "So where are you traveling from? Anywhere you need to go?" He asked her, beginning to pick back up on the path towards town.

"Just travelling south." She said as she finished dusting herswlf off. It was as though she wasn't hurt at all. "You lead the way, I have no real destination in place." she said as she stretched her arms. Her weapons on her arms looked a green tint, and her lack of clothes was a bit odd. The only thing weirder was her long, flowing, purple hair. It reached down to her legs.

"Ahm... Are you sure they were only attacking you?" He asked, glancing her over, then dismissed the thought. "We can just head to Astrid's, then. It's a nice place, and I can head to the Guild afterward." He kept walking looking down. Things weren't adding up and adding up oddly at the same time with her. "Why south?" He asked out of genuine curiosity.

"Well... When I was younger, someone my parent told me to keep heading south." Terra said with a smile. "Of course that was about... 8 years ago so I don't know if I could recognise them." she said with a sigh. "Never actually met them before so I don't know what they actually look like." she then looked to him as she could see a confuse look come across his face. "Oops... Forgot to mention..." She undisguised her wings for a moment. "DragonBorn..." she then disguised them again. "I do like this form though." she said with a small laugh. "I can trust you to keep a secret though, right?"

His eyes widen a bit, but not from fear, more shock. There was no way... Could it be? He quickly dismissed the thought, the first dragonborn he comes across doesn't make it her. "Yeah... I can keep a secret." He told her with a nod. His mind was racing, it was impossible... But it wasn't at the same time. He pushes some hair from his face again, it never really liked to stay. "So you've been traveling for eight years?"

"More around a year..." she said with a sigh. "The towns people took me in once they had sent about five knights to slay me only for them to go back with gold and a friend." she said with a slight giggle. "I grow in dragon years, or so I've been told. So... In human years I'm eight but in dragon years I'm twenty-one." she said with a stretch of her arms. "How far do we have to walk anyway?" she asked, not noticing the shock in his eyes.

"I mean we could Warp there, but you aren't a member of the Guild, so it seems. It shouldn't be much longer, ten minutes or so." He told her, relaxing again. "So, self-taught fighter, I assume?" He asked, not looking at her.

"Whichever is better for you." she said with a laugh. "it helped with all those warriors coming to try and fight me... But mainly yes, I am self taught." she said proudly. "I chose Brawler class when I first trained with the knights of Seldor. My hometown."

"No it's, fine. I don't mind the talk, for once." He told her. "If you'd like, the Guild is always accepting, and good fighters never hurt to have." He added. They had reached the outskirts of the town, and there sat Astrid's, the road forking out around it. "Here we are." He said, gesturing to it.

 

[SP3CT3R]

Balthazar Bellanthriel
Dining Hall
Interacting with Cyrus Birdsie
Snoot Status: Not booped

Balthazar was downing his sixth egg, completely jaded to the chaos of the dining hall. The waitress was thoroughly disturbed and would likely quit in the next hour, but she probably wasn't suited to guild work if that was the case.
Suddenly, there was a pop, followed by a change in air pressure indicative of a teleportation spell. Balthazar's eardrums shifted, and he put a hand on one of them as he swallowed the last egg, which caused them to pop back out, painfully.
In the middle of the hall stood some old wizard, smoking devilweed and acting like he had been for a while. The wizard was asking what year it was, confirming Balthazar's suspicions about the man's lucidity. Slightly miffed about the attack on his hearing, Balthazar cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted to the best of his ability, "Time isn't real! It's a coping mechanism created by man to rationalize his fear of endings!"

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Asterin Blackblood

Location: Castle Black - Guild Hall


Asterin strolled in through the entrance, ignoring the mortals petty statue outside of it, guards averted there eyes instantly as she approached. Asterin’s walk demanded authority and respect, and her eyes held an icy gaze that held a cruelty and lack of compassion that would always remain.

Fear hung in the air like a smear of oil on a wall as she grinned at a guard who looked ready to pee himself. But it wasn’t the only thing. Her pleasure at the mans fear excited her nerves, and yet this new taste in the air... Asterin gritted her teeth at the taste of magic in the air, letting it a hiss of irritation. First her grandmother then this...she and Braxon would certainly go hunting today at this point. A servant shrieked as a towering Asterin swiftly battled towards her, easily shoving the girl aside and to the floor as she briskly walked towards the direction of the Dining Hall. She was hungry anyway.


Faster then lighting, Asterin flung open the doors to the dining hall, a fearsome sight with her retracted chromium claws, sharper then a blade itself, moon-white hair tied back, and in her eyes beheld a promise of violence and brutality if the man whom had just teleported in the room didn’t start talking. If her eyes weren’t a fearsome sight enough, Asterin grinned the slightest at the new, strange man, a predatory, gleaming chromium grin, each teeth sharp to a razor edge. Asterin stalked towards the man, her face stoic and harsh as she looked him up and down.

She stopped, a safe, and somewhat intimidating distance away from him. Asterin drawled, “who are you?” Her tbd of curiosity and laced with ice, gold eyes glaring at him.


Interaction: Cyrus Birdsie @anyoneelseinthedininghall​

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Xilia, Kitche, Jason and Ka'Sha

Xilia listened to both of them explain their quests. Both sounded rather interesting. Though the way Jason talked really didnt sound like it was a simple retrieval quest. But she would not comment on that for now. It wasnt her buisness, after all.

Lastly, it would be her turn to tell about her recent activities regarding quests. There wasn´t much to talk about though. A few ones collecting plants or herbs, that was really it. Nothing worth mentioning to them. "Ah, im not one for fighting quests. Im not a big fighter myself." She tilted her head to the side, her finger at her cheek, thinking. "I´m not really strong enough for that. And it´s soo much work, it gets me even more tired."

The fact alone she was a master in the guild would make clear to the thoughtful listener, that she had lied. She had to be a lot more than just 'strong enough' if she had made it to that rank. Why she lied like that was unclear, but it seemed that she did that oftenly, since she had indeed not been on a quest that involved more than simple ressource collecting for quite a bunch of years.

"Oh well, im looking forward to seeing that boar on my plate. The thought alone gets me hungry. Looking around, she snatched a sausage chain that hung nearby. Just like the apple, they were gone in no time. Her stomach gave the mandatory rumble of hunger, her answer was a long yawn. "What are you´re next plans, both of you?"

lightdrago CrimsonEclipse

 

[Birdsie]

Cyrus of Trostenwald | Great Dining Hall | Axel The Englishman LostHaven One Mean Ghost Akihito
Hanarei Archdemon Noble Scion Reinhardt SP3CT3R Ms. Sparrow Fable ​

Cyrus pointed his hand and pointed at Balthazar. "That is true, my snake-headed friend!" he concurred.

He then looked at what seemed to be an anthropomorphic bee. Cyrus took his pipe and placed it in his mouth, inhaling, then once again huffed out a heavy cloud of smoke and yellow bubbles. "That's rude. I am not a warlock - I am a wizard," he corrected, assuming Bem knew the difference. Then, Cyrus muttered something quietly that may or may not have been: 'Warlocks are so last century.'

Just as Cyrus thought he might get an answer to what year it is, he couldn't help but sigh in irritation as yet another person - this time an outwardly human (but he knew this wasn't the case,) woman - approached him. He studied her body language closely, ignoring the question.

He then looked her in the face and said: "If you hope to intimidate me, you're failing." Completely deadpan.

He turned to the people of the hall and magically amplified his voice, for all to hear. His voice boomed and the entire dining hall shook, no ear safe from his speech. "I am Cyrus of Trostenwald and I'd like to know what year it is!"

At that moment, it became clear he is no ordinary, old wizard in a hat, but the one that started the fashion stereotype in the first place.

Ellis | Great Dining Hall | LostHaven One Mean Ghost Akihito Fable ​

(Read OOC in case of confusion.)

Time passed. Drink after drink and tankard after tankard were emptied by the smuggler and the bard. And the bard prevailed, tipsy but not completely plastered. He stood up triumphantly, releasing a moan of pleasure. His throat was burning from the ludicrous amount of alcohol he imbibed, but Ellis had an iron stomach.

Ellis turned when he saw someone loudly proclaiming that he is Cyrus of Trostenwald. He watched with wide eyes, examining the old man's clothing and appearance. His mouth hung agap. "By Ghurglar the Ghurgler... That's... Cyrus of Trostenwald..."

 

[Fable]

[div class=fyurifauxtabs]Veth | Great Dining Hall | Akihito Birdsie One Mean Ghost [/div]
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[/div]Veth was pulled away from the dueling drinking men across from her as an elder man and company suddenly appeared in the dining hall. Based upon his spoken words, he hadn't intended to land at this location. She wasn't sure if he was friend or foe, so she remained seated until she was sure he or his companion were a threat. He asked a question to no one in particular what year it was, though none seem inclined to answer him. One replied saying that he was some dark magic user, another stated time wasn't real, and then a very displeased looking woman demanded him to identify himself.

"It is the year 701," Veth called out. Whoever he was, the drunken Ellis seemed to know who he was, and thus Veth assumed he was no threat. She sighed and took out her twenty gold and slid it over towards Ki'Tavi. "It seems you have won the wager." She really thought the smuggler would have won this easily, but then she hadn't taken into consideration he had already been drinking when he approached her. She took the mug that she had put off drinking, closed her eyes and chugged it down quickly, slamming it on top of the table as a sign she was finished. Something she had been taught by her company.

Then she sat there silently for a solid minute, just staring ahead of her. Blinked. Then smiled at Ellis. "You may be terrible at shinging with horrible lyricsh," she began with slurred speech, "but you shurely can hold your drink!" She let out a small hiccup and her cheeks flushed with drink and she looked over towards the smuggler. "You may be a nitwit, but you are an amusing one!" Finally, her drunken gaze turned to Ki'Tavi. She stared at him intensely for a moment, especially at his feline ears. In the next moment Veth practically tackles Ki'Tavi in order to reach the furry target, using one hand to rub each ear. "So soft," she said with the smallest laugh.

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[One Mean Ghost]

Ki'Tavi

Kit chuckled a it became evident who had won their little wager. Sure, there was some other things going on now, like the loon that didn't know what year it was, but really such hijinks weren't all that uncommon for Ki'Tavi, especially in places where alcohol flowed. He slid his hand over the table, scooping up his winnings and tucking them into his coat. Well, he made it look like he was doing that, when in truth he was stuffing them into his pocket dimension.

He never expected what came next. Kit had assumed her desire not to drink came from, well, not wanting to accept drinks from someone else or something of that ilk. He had never imagined it was because she just plain couldn't hold her liquor. He struggled not to laugh at her slurred speech, but then she seemed to focus on him. He tilted his head curiously, wondering why she was staring at him like that.

With no warning, and with remarkable speed given her inebriated state, she suddenly tackled him, almost toppling his seat entirely as her hands reached for his ears. Kit blinked in surprise, finding her very much on top of him. When her hands found his ears, a deep purr almost immediately rose in his throat. She had found his weakness!

A soft flush formed on his cheeks as he purred, actually leaning into her touch as he found himself unable (or just unwilling) to stop her. No, at this point he was a purring ball of putty in her hands, leaning into her touch even as she remained on top of him.


And thus the big bad Mercenary of the Phantom Legion, who had fought in countless battles, became little better than a housecat before an inebriated elf...

 

[Birdsie]

Cyrus of Trostenwald | Great Dining Hall | Axel The Englishman LostHaven One Mean Ghost Akihito
Hanarei Archdemon Noble Scion Reinhardt SP3CT3R Ms. Sparrow Fable ​

"Seven-hundred and one?..." The wizard seemed to break for a moment. Cyrus felt his heart being ripped from his chest. His eyes filled with dread "I'm... late?... I'm a year too late, but... I can salvage this."

Cyrus looked in the direction of the people who seemed to have taken a notice of him. "Who among you can----" He paused suddenly.

He saw the elven woman tackle the cat, who seemed to have folded himself all over like a housecat. The smuggler was off in the ethereal realms with his brain, and the bard seemed less than capable of clear thought. Cyrus saw this. This place was the sacred dining hall of the Guild of Heroes, a site where the greatest men and women of the continent once dined and prepared for wars to save all mortalkind... and all he could say was,

"We're doomed." He nodded with tragic conviction, took out his pipe, and breathed in to calm himself.

Ellis | Great Dining Hall | Axel The Englishman LostHaven One Mean Ghost Akihito
Hanarei Archdemon Noble Scion Reinhardt SP3CT3R Ms. Sparrow Fable ​

Ellis looked at Kit and Veth and whispered to them. "Guys, you're embarrassing me in front of the world-famous wizard." Not that he liked magic, but the man that stood in front of them was one of William Black's associates.

Ellis looked at Cyrus. "I'm so sorry for them. I'm really--" he hiccuped mid-sentence, "--really, really sorry. I'm sorry for myself, too, but mostly for them."

Cyrus puffed out a cloud of smoke and bubbles and smiled at the bard. "Perhaps... Perhaps it'd be best I leave you to it." Disappointed, and with good reason, as these were supposed to be heroes, he turned to the rest of the people present. "Who among you can enlighten me as to where I may speak with the current guild master?"

Whilst Cyrus was busy, Ellis called to Veth and Kit. "Guys... guuuys, it's Cyrus of Trostenwald, come on, get yourselves together!"

 

[SP3CT3R]

Balthazar Bellanthriel
Dining Hall
His Wombmate Birdsie

Balthazar crumpled under the wizard's amplified voice, coming close to throwing up in his mouth. Perhaps it was the tinnitus, but he thought he heard the stranger introduce himself as Cyrus of Trostenwald. It was likely bullshit, but the claim sent murmurs rippling through the crowd nonetheless.
Someone in the crowd offered the current year, and "Cyrus" said something ominous that probably alluded to an ancient threat that was predicted to resurface at around this year.
At one side of the dining hall, Balthazar heard Ellis desperately trying to convince the people next to him - one of the two being the one who told "Cyrus" the year - to get their act together. Balthazar wasn't one for starting shit, but he was in the mood for starting shit. "If you're such a big fan of Cyrus, name three of his spells."

 

[Axel The Englishman]

Erald Wimstanton
The Guild Hall - Dining Hall

Erald had been standing for minutes in a dazed, seemingly hypnotic state. It had been his first time travelling from one location to another via the process of teleportation. He figured it would be a little bit more comfortable. He keeled over, feeling as if he were about to bring up the little scraps he had to eat earlier. "I think I'm gonna..." Only to be cut off by a gag, though there was no spectacle of a final result.

And then Gunny took notice of the scene around him. This was the Guild of Heroes, yet the members seemed as if they were without experience. Erald began to think that this was the wrong place, but considering the power of the wizard, it was likely where he hoped to be. Feeling capable enough to bring himself standing, Gunny approached the wizard and leaned towards his ear. "Was the Guild always like this?" He inquired in a low-pitch tone.

( Birdsie )​

 

[Hanarei]

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Location: Heading Back to Dining Hall
Interacting with
Faust LostHaven , Cyrus Birdsie
Vicinity/Mention
Fable Archdemon Noble Scion Reinhardt SP3CT3R One Mean Ghost Akihito Axel The Englishman Ms. Sparrow @DiningHall

Risa ventured out as it felt like things were finally turning in her favor. The annoying buzzing in her head was lessening more and more as she felt a sense of an appetite slowly returning bit by bit. What was left of her hangover would hopefully be nearly gone by lunch time. Unfortunately her luck wasn't that graceful for her to have the luxury of a peaceful morning. A voice reached her ears as the tone was quick to already irritate her. Fancy eyes? She wasn't certain if it was an attempt to unravel her or not. She turned to face him, putting a light smile on her face. It was in no way how she felt but she was one to put on a bit of a show. It was probably what made her most scary is how her expressions rarely ever matched her mood very much. His comments about her drinking only helped to seal the deal further.

"Why... it is very good you mention it. The last thing we want to do is cause a fine young strapping individual such as yourself to suffer the torment of menial work. The Guild of Heroes is very much about fostering an environment in which its members can thrive. Complaints are taken very seriously, specially from those who are very respectful the guild master and the tone that is used." She spoke keeping the fake smile on her face being overly upbeat in her tone. She lifted her finger up attempting to highten the fake enthusiasm in her voice.

"As lovely as Fort Black is, it is a place that hasn't been aging all too well. I could use a promising member to help patch up the walls and fix up the brickwork for the place. Oh...but the walls themselves are reinforced with magic... that and it would be detrimental if they were taken apart all at once, so you will need to work on patching up the walls brick by brick by hand without the use of magic. Don't worry too much, not all the wall should need to be replaced, a very careful scan of every inch should help you to reveal every brick that is not up to our standards of perfection that needs to be changed. It's vital that the task is done with as much care as possible." She spoke being a bit long winded with a task that was obviously meant to be as tedious as possible. Truthfully it was far from what she would think of if she knew about the little carving he had done in the table.

"The best part is since you don't need rest, that means you won't need a break and can keep working till ever inch of this massive fort is fixed up!" She smiled warmly with her artificial smile lingering on her face. From what she could see a lot more people were in the dining hall then earlier. She could even see the bee girl from before, much less annoyed by her now that her head wasn't throbbing as much and feeling woozy. A sudden flash of light came into view as a small group poofed into existance before them. Risa looked on, her expression changing from her fake smile to a much more neutral expression. At the very least given her first vibes on them they didn't seem to have any ill intent... but then the man who seemed to have brought them there spoke up. She was taken back as the sound vibrated through her head rattling her. She cringed looking over at the wizard. She wandered over towards him as to stand, a bit puzzled by the question as Veth spoke up to answer. She stood before him.

"And.... you... who are you exactly?" She asked with a stern expression lingering on her face, much less inclined to give him a more pleasant greeting given his loud booming voice and sudden intrusion into the guild hall.

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis / Cyrus of Trostenwald | Great Dining Hall | Axel The Englishman LostHaven One Mean Ghost Akihito
Hanarei Archdemon Noble Scion Reinhardt SP3CT3R Ms. Sparrow Fable ​

Balthazar hit Ellis in the chest with the sentence. Ellis froze, slightly embarrassed, then tried to defend himself desperately. "Dude, I'm not into magic, I just know who he is, but, ur... I guess... erm... conjuration?"

The old wizard's eyebrows perked up. "Yes, I specialize in that area. They do call me the Conjurer of Tirisgarde."

Ellis thought. A long moment passed by, when he nonchalantly offered: "Evard's Black Tentacles?"

"Everyone knows that spell!" a mage yelled from the back.

"I don't..." Ellis paused, trying to think, focusing his mind as much as he could. From a mixture of actual ignorance and intoxication, he found himself unable. Ellis gave up with a loud sigh. "I don't know."

Gunny approached Cyrus and whispered something in his ear. Cyrus replied just a bit louder, enough for those near him to hear. "Not that I know of, no."

The old wizard was then approached by a young woman with black hair and blue eyes. He shifted sharply in her direction and met her eyes calmly. There was no warmth or fanfare in his voice as he responded to her question. "I am Cyrus of Trostenwald and I assume you and your group here are lawless bandits trespassing on my best friend's property. Is my presumption correct? Because I dare say I'm not fond of intruders."

He was not serious, but referring to the state that the guild's members were in. "Back in my day, heroes didn't get drunk off their ass, save for celebration feasts. Standards must have fallen and it does not please me in the least."

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow -- Dining Hall -- Interacting with Hanarei , Birdsie ​

Every word that came out of that woman's mouth sent chills down Faust's spine. Ironic, considering he was a cryomancer. This new guildmaster, oh immortal gods above, was scary. Not in the sense that she irradiated a sense of danger, no. This woman, no, thing, was on a whole new level. If Faust would freeze hell over, then this guildmaster would be the one that melts the whole place, then bash Faust to death with his own phylactery, while he was sitting on his own icy throne. Of course, that had to mean Faust went to hell, murdered the devil and then Risa goes to hell as well. Faust could see the latter happening in the next century. "You're more of a monster than I, you know that right? They say the demons of Dark Forest are awaiting the return of their master. You should walk into it and give it a try, I'm fairly certain they'll all fall to their knees." Faust joked, further digging his own grave.

Following behind the guildmaster, Faust started to become more intrigued with the wizard who had appeared in the middle of the hall. Something about his name seemed familiar, and it wasn't just Faust was drunk. Wait, can he even get drunk? "Cyrus? As in the wizard who was one of William Black's companions?" Faust asked, while pondering on his own question. "Well, that's the guildmaster, call her fancy-eyes. Be careful, she might be human, but she's probably secretly the ruler of Dark Forest or something." He informed the wizard, pointing at Risa. "Forive us, I guess. If you're looking for people who aren't fucking idiots, you might have to look a little bit harder. Most of us here don't fit hero in its literal sense." There was certainly something off about Faust while he was talking. He was... slightly polite, for once?! "Well excuse me, but I have a Fort Black's wall to repair." He muttered, slightly annoyed, before he turned around and walked out of the dining hall. "Well shit, the fuck was I even expecting? I'm fucking moron."

He continued to curse himself, as Faust strolled back toward the vault. He tried his best to ignore all the prisoners in the dungeon. As he walked closer to the vault, an arrow suddenly flew at Faust, impaling him through the chest. Several more followed, striking him in various places. Though they had no effect, they absolutely wrecked Faust's clothing. "Oh fuck, those cost money." He said to himself, looking into the long corridor. "I forgot the only path to the vault was riddled with traps..." He muttered, before he held out his hand and began chanting an incantation. As soon as it was finished, Faust disappeared from his initial spot, and appeared in front of the vault, five meters in the air, facing downward. He fell down with a defeaning 'snap'. "Ah, fuck, I broke by neck." He complained, brining himself back to his feet, and snapping his head back into place. Sitting down on the floor, Faust leaned himself against the vault door. Then, he began pondering how the fuck he was going to fix all of Fort Black's walls...

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Ka’sha Stonejaw
Kitchen
The Fluffiest Floof lightdrago
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Ka’sha intently listened to Jason’s story, appearing to be quite fascinated. It doesn’t take much to impress Ka’sha, after all she is a country bumpkin from a desert tribe where the most exciting thing that’s happening is a sandworm attack, and even then you just mostly had to watch the sands. So yeah, it’s fair to say that Ka’sha was impressed at what Jason had done. “That’s amazing, I-I could never do that. Being sneaky I mean. I’m just, well, um, I don’t think any can exactly, you know, not me see.” She said, shyly gesturing to her body. “A-And I’m really clumsy too, and loud, and I don’t think Bim would exactly stay quiet and still.” She said, eyeing her furry and feathery companion, still muching on the apple he stole. Ka’sha giggled at the sight. “Sorry about the apple by the way, he’s always hungry.” She said as Bim took one more apple from the man.

“I-I’m sure you’ll get stronger, um, eith a bow I mean.” Ka’sha said in response to Xilia. “T-The Guild probably accepted you because, um, because you’ll get better at it, so, yeah.” Ka’sha said in an attempt to encourage Xilia. “Uh, do you guys want to go to the Dining Hall? W-We could grab something to eat there and, uh, I don’t want to bother the kitchen stsff any longer.” Ka’sha asked the two of them.

 

[Fable]

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[/div]Veth just hummed giddily to herself as she continued her assault on Ki'Tavi's ears, at least until she heard Ellis speaking and saw him look at her out of the corner of her eye. She paused for a moment, looked at Ellis, then to the smuggler, to the old weird man who had appeared randomly in the room. One who called out of Ellis to recite three of the wizard's spells cause her to reply heartily with a cheer that Ellis indeed needed to prove himself before this elder man and recite spells!

She crawled off of Ki'Tavi a bit roughly, probably kneeing him in a few places and somehow managed to drunkenly get to her feet. She staggered over to the elder wizard, reached out towards him, and gave him a warm hug. Don't ask a drunken Veth regarding her logic on things, because there is none, she at this point lacks impulse control and at this point felt that the man seemed upset and had observed it was common ritual among humans to hug in these cases.

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[Birdsie]

Ellis / Cyrus of Trostenwald | Great Dining Hall | Axel The Englishman LostHaven
One Mean Ghost Akihito Hanarei Archdemon Noble Scion Reinhardt SP3CT3R Ms. Sparrow Fable The Fluffiest Floof lightdrago CrimsonEclipse ​

Ellis painfully watched as Veth actually hugged the archmage.

Veth wrapped her hands around Cyrus and he felt a tinge of anger, cracking across his mind like a thin pane of glass. He looked down at Risa. "This is exactly what I am talking about," he said, deadpan.

Cyrus struggled and released one of his restrained hands, his empty one. He held it over Veth's head and spoke a mystical, one-word incantation. His hand emitted a short burst of what looked like white-silver light, after which all alcohol would be purged from Veth's system and she'd become sober within seconds.

The archmage released himself from Veth's grasp and looked her in the eyes gravely. "Child," he said slowly. "I appreciate the affection, truly, but this is not the time, nor the level of association for hugs."

He looked to the Grand Dining Hall. Cyrus spoke an incantation similar to his last one, but longer and more drawn out, with several other words. As he went on, his voice seemed to gain layers, as though several people were speaking over each other. It took him twelve seconds, but his spell was prepared. Cyrus waved his hand and instantly, everyone who was drunk became sober, everyone who was hungry became full, and everyone who was thirsty became sated.

It took quite a bit of his energy away, but he wanted to be heard. No, 'wanted' was a weak word. He needed to be heard.

He once again amplified his voice, wary as not to hurt anyone whose ears were too sensitive. "As far as my concern goes, not one person - not one - in this room is a hero, or even close to being one. I may be wrong, but I am probably right." His eyes peered over Ellis, then Veth, then Risa as he said that. "But I will make do with what is at hand." He looked at the people in the hall.

"As I said, I am Cyrus of Trostenwald, and I am one of the founders of the very building you dishonor with your presence. This hall was originally intended as a place where heroes, guardians, and rescuers would rest and lunch after a day of hard work." He then looked to Ellis and smacked him in the side with his staff at moderate strength. Ellis recoiled with a sharp hiss. "Not a domain of drunkards, addicts, and incompetents where they can indulge in vice and filth!"

"Had there been any more sediment in here, then there wouldn't be enough space for me to place my disappointment and shame at what you've done." He took his pipe and placed it in his mouth. For a moment, Cyrus' eyes revealed enmity toward everything they witnessed. After he huffed out smoke, he nodded slowly, and after a long moment muttered: "But I will make do."

He called out with a raised voice again. "Children with swords, spellbooks, and plucky daggers... but not heroes, I think." He slowed down and kept nodding. "But I will make do."

"Those here that are warriors, mages, or have useful skills that I should know about, listen well. I need a party of seasoned veterans to follow me into the Dark Forest on an incursion sometime soon - it may be tomorrow, in two days, a week, or even a month. On this quest, all manner of ability will be valuable, from fighting, to magic, to diplomacy, to providing a distraction. Those not brave enough, not skilled enough, or not interested should leave now - with those in the last category doing so permanently. Those who are, raise your hands. Those who wish to consider and hear more before deciding, stay but keep your hands low."

Ellis watched the speech, utterly stuck in his sobered thoughts. He looked around but saw no one raising their hands, and to be honest, he wasn't gonna do it himself either. Several of the people actually left and he wasn't surprised. The Dark Forest was something entirely else - going there would be a literal suicide mission and to think about such a thing, you have to either be insane or you need a really good reason, with which he hoped the mage would provide them.

 

[lightdrago]

“Why thank you, Ka’Sha.” Jason could not help but preen at the compliment. It doesn’t hurt to be praised every now and then. Plus, he never really gets to brag about his thieving to anyone. Jason will take what he can get.

“You may not be able to sneak around, but I doubt many can claim the fact that they can carry a huge boar on their shoulder as if it was a pillow sack,” Jason offered to her, giving a small laugh. “Pretty sure you could snap me like a twig!”

Provided you could catch me first... Jason thought mischievously.

“Don’t worry about the apple,” he said, taking another bite out of his current one. Jason’s suffered much worse during his days on the streets. He won’t make a fuss over an apple.

However, he will make a fuss over the voice that just boomed over the halls. It was if the voice, or Cyrus, the founder of this place as he called himself, was standing right next to him, screaming at him in disapproval. Jason listened intently, as he was sharply aware that something incredible was just happening. He could not stop the twinge of annoyance he felt when insults were thrown at him. They may not have been directly to him, but he wasn’t still miffed all the same.

Jason took one more bite of his apple then swallowed, annoyed. “I’m not the only one who heard that, right?” he asked the other two with a slight frown on his face, yet sparked with curiosity all the same.

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Jason Crowe
Guild’s Kitchen
Interacting with Ka’Sha and Xilia
The Fluffiest Floof CrimsonEclipse

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Xilia, Kitchen > Dining Hall, basically everyone

As the voice boomed through the guild, Xilia knew this was truth. She felt the magic he emitted, she felt the power. She knew. Pushing past Jason and Ka'Sha, she left the kitchen, making her way to the dining hall. "Excuse me, you two.", she said.

Reaching the hall, she saw him. Cyrus of Trostenwald. And he was looking for those, able to fulfil his quest. A day like this was what she had waited for. A day where she could prove her worth and goodness. Maybe this helped her overcome what she had always fled before.

Summoning Lunar Crescent, she held it up. "Xilia Aravar, Queen of the Faeridar, reports to assist on your quest. My bow, my power, nature itself shall be at your command to banish whatever evil it is, that this quests leads towards."

Xilia did not feel target by any of his insults, if she was honest. But even if she was, she did not care at all. What mattered, was what she could do. After all, she never really cared for words, but way more for actions. With that, she looked at Cyrus, then at the other guild members. She hoped genuinely, that there were at least some among them, that would be brave enough to raise their hands.

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Ka’sha Stonejaw
Kitchen > Dining Hall
Birdsie The Fluffiest Floof lightdrago
​

Before Ka’sha could respond to Jason’s words, she heard something in the Dining Hall, but most importantly, Ka’sha felt something. It felt, familiar. Not exactly the same, but it was a familiar feeling. It felt... powerful. It was something Ka’sha had felt around her master, a feeling of overwhelming power. Ka’sha barely felt Xilia push past her, still overtaken by the familiar presence.

“S-Sorry.” She absentmindedly muttered as she followed Xilia into the Dining Hall, accidentally crushing part of the wooden door as she hurriedly ran out towards the voice. What she saw, to her dismay, was not the master she had been hoping to see, but instead what greeted her was an unfamiliar old robed old man. He still radiated the same overwhelming aure he previously did, but it was obviously different from his master’s. This man was no great warrior, this man was a powerful wizard. At least that’s what she thought once a feeling of satisfaction went through her as her thirst became sated and her hunger filled.

However, whatever disappontment she felt was soon changed into hope as she heard a familiar location come out of the wizard’s mouth, Dark Forest. It was a place she knew of from the wonderous and terrifying tales her master had told her a long time ago, in the desert as the moon looked overhead. A place filled with horrors and terrors, a place that would test both your mind amd body, a place where only the strongest, the craftiest, and the most powerful can enter and leave with their lives, a place where heroes and made and undone. A place that even he, her master, a person she holds in the highest regard, had tested his very being and made him the man he is.

And to hear about this place here, from this wizard, maybe, just maybe, this was the moment she had been waiting for. Could this be the lead she was looking for? Or, like everything she tried, could this just be another dead end? Answers or no, she feels like she has to go. If not to find him, then maybe to prove herself. “Me, I will go.” Ka’sha said, her voice lacking her usual nervousness and anxiety. Instead it was filled with iron clad determination and unwavering strength. “I will come with you.”

 

[lightdrago]

Jason followed the ladies to the hall, staring at the old man in skepticism. All the words he said did sound sincere. And dire. Two really bad combinations if you asked Jason.

While he was annoyed at the words thrown at them, he considered the old man’s words. They were awfully motivating, but the Dark Forest is a dangerous place. He’s heard the rumors. The stories. Going in there is a one way trip, and Jason’s not sure if it’s worth the risk. He’s still got plenty of gold to steal after all.

I’m not exactly a hero... Jason mulled over the proposition. Hm...

On the one hand, this situation is seriously fucked. It’s not everyday some wizard calls people out for being fake heroes and call the real ones to assist him in a quest. On the other hand, he’s not sure how this is exactly Jason’s problem.

However, he kept thinking about it a little more. Dire and important quests usually result in a handsome reward. And by handsome, he means a crap ton of gold. Jason smirks at the thought, as one can never have too many. That’s why he steals from the rich after all. If his theory is right, Jason could walk away with a much fuller pocket. And even if there’s is no gold involved, there must be some sort of reward. Either something valuable he’ll find or receive, Jason does not care.

Furthermore, this could be an excellent way to test his skill. He’s been thieving for years. Practicing his sneaking skills like this is probably a once in a lifetime chance. It could greatly improve his already adept sneaking ability. And he’s no pushover in combat. He may prefer goin around undetected, but that’s does not mean Jason can hold his own. He’s got skills he could offer to the table, that’s for sure.

Not only that, this man is obviously a powerful wizard of some kind. He can just tell from one glance. This obviously means that this wizard, Cyrus, as he’s called, could offer him something. Jason’s been meaning to improve his shadow magic. While the streets have taught him much, it’s hard to find an expert in magic to help him out. Perhaps agreeing to this quest will also have Cyrus help Jason in improving his magic. That would be an immense benefit to him.

Lastly, the idea honestly sounded fun to Jason. That’s why he does most of his thievings. Why wouldn’t he go?

“What the hell?” Jason said with a small laugh. “I’ll join your little mission.”

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Jason Crowe
Dining Hall
Interacting with Cyrus, Ka’Sha, and Xilia
The Fluffiest Floof CrimsonEclipse Birdsie

 

[SP3CT3R]

Balthazar Bellanthriel
Dining Hall
Cyrus ( Birdsie ) Nearby lightdrago The Fluffiest Floof CrimsonEclipse

Balthazar flipped around, now sitting directly on the bar so that he could face the wizard. The fact that the bar stools didn't spin was an indication that the guild hall presently wasn't in that worse a condition than its past self.
Balthazar, now facing the crowd, hesitantly brought his up to about halfway up his torso, where it lingered for a while, and started to drift back down until he noticed some of the others displaying their commitment with pride. Feeling a little more confident, Balthazar brought his hand to its full height.
"Count me in," he said. "My abilities will come in handy in a place like that. And the only other job offer I've got is in Brotton Bay, which between the Kraken and the Novem Daemoniorum, isn't the place to be.

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