Fantasy A Guild of Heroes: Song of Champions

[One Mean Ghost]

Ki'Tavi

Well, that was something, wasn't it?

An old wizard straight stepped straight out of history and legends and into the dinning hall and all at once, Kit lost his buzz and found himself being indirectly berated. After all, he was one of the very mercenaries many of those who spoke up looked down their noses at. He didn't leave nor did he raise his hand. You see, Kit was nothing if not thoughtful. If this great evil Cyrus spoke of was really back, then its defeat would have to take a bit of priority. That had nothing to do with Kit being a hero or not, that was simply logic. If Turneval destroyed the world, he couldn't make any money, now, could he?

As for a trip into that accursed forest. A smile spread over his features as he considered it. It'd sure as hell be interesting. Eh, what the hell. He'd accompany the wizard on this little quest of his, if for no other reason than because he didn't want to miss out on the excitement. Reaching into his jacket, he produced a dagger, twirling it effortlessly between his fingers as his tail flicked back and forth behind him. Finally, things were going to get a bit exciting.

He glanced over to the bar, a vector arrow appearing and launching a bottle of ale towards him that he caught in his outstretched hand. Popping the cork with a nail, he took a hearty drink of the liquor. Unlike a certain elf, he had a rather high alcohol tolerance.

"Let's hope this little mission of the wizard's is half as exciting as he made it sound." Kit murmured with a cheshire cat's grin upon his lips. Not like the wizard could really afford to leave someone like Ki'Tavi behind. He had too much combat experience and skill to be overlooked.

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Saia gulped before telling the women everything she needed "Well my name is Saia, I don't have a last name but my Draconic name is Gaulir, if you want to count that as a last name, I'm a monk who lives a town over in a monestary. I am not that strong in terms of power, I am trained in Martial arts, grappling techniques, and I do have experience in magic as I can cast a few spells. And one time I had an orc in a headlock for a full minute. If that counts." She ended looking a little ashamed as she felt she was bragging. Which the monks said should be avoided. But she had to list out all of her capabilities. And that is what she did.

Alteras

 

[Goretiss]

Kthaog'Ydu | Dining Hall | Direct Mentions: SP3CT3R , Indirect Mentions: Swire

Ydu was flabbergasted by the series of events that had just happened, and if he had a jaw there was no doubt it'd be hanging open right about now. That sure was a turn of events, he thought to himself. He made a notation in his mind not to get on the bad side of that wizard. Although, he would at the very least like to learn more magic from someone so powerful. Especially considering he turned that human into a newt. He wiggled the tendrils on his face together in thought. Speaking of which, Ydu would have to find that newt. The fact the used-to-be human was still sentient in newt form and managed to produce magic was fascinating and something to be studied. He would have to capture the creature whenever he saw it next.

Ydu was distracted from his thoughts by the sudden appearance of a floor-wide map. He backed up, surprised by the sudden appearance. He had to admit, the magic from this realm was admirable sometimes. He mulled over the question presented by the snake-man, a Yuan-ti if he recalled. Ydu quickly grew distracted from the question as he realized that this was one of the many races he had read about beforehand. Ydu still knew very little of the above world, but he had discovered this race as he read one of the many above world books a month or so ago. He felt giddy at the discovery and took out his journal again, jotting down notes on the physical characteristics of the Yuan-Ti. His own personal notes were much more valuable than those left by others. He would have to try and be tactful with this one, to avoid scaring him off before he had finished writing about him.

"Perhaps we can simply ask him to leave?" Ydu said, projecting his rare attempt at a joke into the Yuan-ti's mind. Although, truth be told he did not really care much about the necromancer or how they would rid this realm of them. He was just interested in getting to the Dark Forest, with a free team of bodyguards to protect him as he researched and collected samples of the local wildlife.

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EmilyFlex] [div class=EmilyImage] [div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier

Guild Receptionist

[/div] [div class=EmilyMentions] Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk

Interactions:
Saia Baku [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]Emily quickly filled out the necessary parts of the form, every once in a while looking up to look at the Draconic Girl. Even though Saia didn't say much, Emily was able to fill out a large portion of the form just through intuition. Even though she's fairly reserved, her resume is actually quite good, compared to other newcomers. Emily thought to herself as she filled it out.

When she finished all the paperwork, she turned it over to Saia. "Please check to make sure that this all correct." She leaned back, twirled her fingers in a circle, and a mug appear out of thin air. "Girl, you should have more confidence in yourself. You're joining the legendary Guild of Heroes, you need to be more forward and really show your strengths." Emily paused for a moment. "I'll tell you what, I have some authority when it comes to proctoring. If you can defend against this spell, I'll put in a recommendation for Apprentice Rank. That sounds good to you?" [/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://www.rpnation.com/media/3822838135964a2c83e4ec0027-1499767526_waifu2x_art_noise3_tta_1-png.36357/full'); background-size: 120%; background-position: center 6%; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EmilyTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 2.5px; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; color: #3ba6dd; font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Great Vibes'; text-shadow: 0px 0px 15px white; background-color: rgba(255,255,255,0.5); [/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][/nobr]

 

[LostHaven]

Auriel -- Dining Hall -- Interacting with Ka'Sha ( CrimsonEclipse )​

It took nothing more than a scared Saurian to startle a Dark Knight, apparently. Taken back by Ka'Sha suddenly crashing over on the table, Auriel suddenly shuddered and spilled a small amount of alcohol on her armor. "Oh dear." She quietly muttered to herself, gazing at the ale running down from her plate armor and onto her uneccessarily large dress. However, it only seemed to bother her for a very short while, before her attention returned to the remaining amount of ale remaining in her bottle. Tilting her head backwards, she swiftly downed the rest of the liquid.

Something else would grab her attention, as a burning smell of alcohol wafted into her nose. Her eyes followed to the source of the smell to a jar of liquid the saurian carried which she had just opened. "That smells very strong. Would you mind if I tried some?" She asked, though her voice was way too soft to hear. She stared at Ka'Sha blankly as the saurian drank the entire jar of alcohol in one gulp. Then, she asked for Auriel's name, but not before introducing her own. Auriel took note that the Saurian had much more confidence in her voice than before. "Auriel The Impure. A fallen angel, my class is Dark Knight." She replied.

Was it really necessary to introduce herself again? Auriel thought to herself. Didn't she literally just stand up and declare to everybody her name and et cetera? Well, not that it was that big of a deal to make a fuss about, Auriel decided. Standing up, Auriel decided to walk into the bar, helping herself to a bottle of wine and two cups. Leaving money on the counter, she returned to the table, popping open the cap and pouring herself and Ka'Sha each a cup of wine. "One bottle of wine can't get me drunk." She explained softly, offering the wine cup to Ka'Sha, before taking a huge gulp out of her own. "Did you sign up to venture into the Dark Forest too?"

 

[Swire]

Abdival(newt version)
Location - Outside

It took about half a second for Abdival to see the woman's hand as a sign of safety regardless of the consequence. That or death by teleporting cat. So he jumped into the hand and let her lift him away from the cat. Making the face that only preys that have escaped can make. He starred until the cat had finally disappeared. You better hope I don't find you when I'm normal Abdival turned back to the women.

The women spoke in an odd way. He really knew nothing about culture and it didn't matter is was easy enough to understand. He silently listens to her, until she began to walk to the dining hall. There were plenty things he wanted to say. Like how the fireball despite being enough to consume the people around, had an extremely low probability of kill anyone, and those that were burned could have been healed with magic, and blah blah blah blah some master plan. I doubt she cared. "Well, you have my promise for an apology. I don't particularly mind owning up to mistakes and all I might have hurt. Not to mention I owe you quite a bit for the save. But I disagree on two things." He said maintaining his balance as he attempted to no fall off her hand. Being small was very annoying.

"First is that being turned into a lizard was harsher than I deserved..." He said this jokingly. "Forgive me, that was supposed to be amusing. First, the guild won't actually accept me back. But I really don't have any intention of hurting any of them anyway, I spent a year here and some members, I care about. Second is that the Wizard, Cyrus as you call him, would turn me back. From his perspective, I tried to KILL him. Whether he knows this or not. I don't care if you want me to apologize to him, I will do so, I don't harbor any rage toward him for what happened." and besides, it was more anger toward himself, at the dining hall. But for now, that's not important. Truth be told Abdival was more afraid that the Wizard wouldn't even give him enough time to apologize, and just kill him. At least if he had a body it would take time to turn into a lizard again. "There are plenty of other people in the guild that could turn me back, several of which I know personally."

"Hmmm, did I miss anything?" Abdival said with rather relaxed sincerity. He normally would just leave, something like apologizing to a guild that most likely hates him anyway wasn't really something he would do. But his life was just saved, so he owed her a little.
Fable

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Ka'sha Stonejaw
Dining Hall
LostHaven
​

Ka'sha grinned as she bowed her head playfully and put the arm without the jar over her chest. "It's a pleasure to be your acquaintance my lady." She continued to ramble. Honestly, Ka'sha was not sure what she's saying other than the fact that she heard it once somewhere and it sounded nice. She doesn't even know what acquaintance is supposed to mean nor why lady is used to address another person. She doesn't care anyway as drunk as she is. "I have to admit, I think I've heard your name before, but it doesn't matter since we each other now." She said with a huge grin on her face. "This little fella is Bim by the way. He can be an annoying piece of shit sometimes, but he's an adorable and cuddly piece of shit. Wait, that sounds wrong." She said as she started to think a bit as she scratched Bim's head, the little Griffin nibbling her fingers.

Ka'sha then noticed that Auriel was offering her a cup of wine. Ka'sha's face visibly scrunched up as she sniffed the wine. Without any warning Ka'sha immediately snatched away both cups and drank it, her face showing disgust after doing so. "The fuck is this? This swill is piss poor!" She said in outrage, slamming it back onto the table which isn't really doing well at this point. Ka'sha rummaged through her bag once more, producing two more jars. She handed Auriel one and kept the other for himself, drinking it in one gulp like she did to the other. "Try this, this is soooooo much better! If this does not make you tipsy at least, then I will go to the Dark Forest naked and unarmed." She said, once more saying things that the sober her would not even think to say, much less say out loud.

"And unless that didn't answer your question, Yes, I am going to the Dark Forest with the powerful wizard." She said, her words slurring as the alcohol starts making her even drunker. "I'm looking for someone, and, um, haha, I'm hoping I'll find something that, ahem, that will lead me to him." She said, starting to stutter and get teary eyed as her emotions starts getting the better of her. "Still, even if I don't find anything, I'll at least see how far I have improved since the last time I saw him. But enough about me, what about you? Are you thinking of going?" She asked her as she wiped her eyes.

 

[LostHaven]

Auriel -- Dining Hall -- Interacting With Ka'Sha ( CrimsonEclipse )​

Did this giant lizard even know what she was saying? To Auriel, Ka'Sha looked quite drunk. In fact, Auriel concluded that she definitely was drunk. "Yes, I suppose we do know each other now..." Auriel answered, gazing at the curious little creature that dwelled on her head. Whatever questions Auriel had brewing in her head would be answered, however, as Ka'Sha introduced the tiny little griffin as Bim. Her face went slightly pink for a split second, as she gazed at Ka'Sha petting the adorable little rascal. "C-cute..." She whispered quietly, extending her hand to touch the baby griffin. Hopefully, he wouldn't try to bite her, since her gauntlet, and the rest of her armor was harder than adamantite.

Without warning, Ka'Sha suddenly grabbed both her and Auriel's wine cups and guzzled down both cups of wine, before slamming it down on the poor, innocent table once again, declaring that the wine was, well, shit. A statement, which Auriel agreed with. Eyes lighting up at the sight of another creature well-versed in alcohol, Auriel finally spoke up in a much clearer, confident voice. "Agreed. The least the guild can do is get a better wine that doesn't taste like zombie blood and sewerage water." She replied, happily taking the jar of alcohol which Ka'Sha had offered to her.

"Then you have yourself a bet," Auriel answered at Ka'Sha's challenge, and her declaration that she'd waltz into the Dark Forest naked if Auriel didn't get the slightest bit drunk. Putting the jar to her mouth, Auriel tilted her head backward, and similarly to Ka'Sha, gulped down the entire jar. Instantly, a wave of heat hit Auriel, burning her throat and boiling her insides. Perhaps gulping the entire thing down wasn't the brightest idea. Unfortunately, the fallen angel wasn't done yet. Grabbing the remainder of the wine, Auriel downed it all as well, before reaching into Ka'Sha's bag, grabbing out one last jar.

Whatever was inside those jars, two jars of that stuff, alongside a bottle of ale and wine finally did the trick. Auriel was already piss-drunk by the time she had finished the second jar. "Fuck me, this is good fucking shit!" She exclaimed, any trace of her quietness gone, replaced by a series of blasphemy and vulgarity that would never even invade Auriel's thoughts had she been even slightly sober. "You son of a bitch, you actually beat me!" She continued her relentless, and uncharacteristic assault of heresy. "Of course I'm going! I'm going to storm Turenval's fucking castle and put my foot up his arse!" She declared loudly, endangering herself to the possibility of rousing the attention of other guildsmen and severely sullying her reputation. However, that was an issue that drunk-Auriel couldn't care less about. "No demilich is going to stroll into Albion and all of Gaia and trash the whole place. In fact, I bet he's just sexually frustrated because he never had a girlfriend and got bullied as a kid because he had mental retardation. In fact, he was probably an accident because his mother was probably a ******************************* whore **************************************** dragon's **************************************************** hippopotamus ************************************* alcoholic ************************************************************ in a castle-turned sex dungeon far far away." After what seemed like an eternity, Auriel finally halted her desecration of the holy gift of language, that would make Faust proud, only to take a huge breath. "That old man locks himself in his study. I'm old enough to be your great-great-great grandmother's cousin's son's grandfather's dog's viking's death knight's daddy's lich's mom's fucking wet-nurse's mother. It hasn't been used in a while, but I remember where it is."

 

[SP3CT3R]

Balthazar Bellanthriel
Dining hall
Goretiss

Balthazar felt a chill down his spine as words appeared in his head, ones he didn't make. After recovering from the slight shock, he said, "To whomever just contacted me telepathically, asking him nicely probably wouldn't work. People have already tried asking him to leave the realm of the living, but he's already gone back to squatting in or kingdom."

((Short post, sorry))

 

[Birdsie]

Cyrus of Trostenwald | Cyrus' Workshop | Noble Scion ​

"Not shadow magic," Cyrus argued. He blinked. "At least not exactly."

Cyrus reached out to another part of the room and waved his fingers. His eyes seemed to burn with a focus for a moment and a book shot from one of the library's shelves and intelligently navigated around the room and into his hand. He started looking through it, as he explained, "Shadow is merely the absence of light. In order for shadow to exist, there must be light to begin with, and an object to block that light. The place where this light refuses to fall - behind the object - is a shadow."

He opened on page one-hundred and three, then started reading, looking for something. "What you have is what mainstream thaumaturgical discussion refers to as 'Evard's Matter,' colloquially as Shadowstuff, named after its discoverer, the archmage Evard. A very popular spell of this class is named Evard's Black Tentacles." He stopped in the middle of page one-hundred and four.

"I see you've already learned metamagic, and that's something," Cyrus noted, then started going further. "Usually, mages, even sorcerers and warlocks have to use incantations and hand gestures - sometimes even material components - to create magic. With time, however, they can learn to alter their spells and how they work. Changing the very 'source code' of the magic they cast, and it is referred to as metamagic - doing things like extending effects, their durations, or removing the need for incantations and gestures. Anyone can learn it - even a wizard like me - though admittedly it's not my area of expertise. You appear to have a talent for it."

After his explanation, Cyrus slid the book over to Jason and pointed at the beginning of the chapter on page one-hundred and five.

"First, read up on Evard's Matter, pages one-hundred and five to one-hundred and eight. Then on Evard himself at pages one-hundred and eight to one-hundred eleven. After that, go to page one-hundred and twelve and learn some basic spells there. Tomorrow, you will show me the fruits of your labor and I will continue to teach you."

lightdrago

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Saia
Receptionist desk
Interacting with: Alteras


"Of course! I mean is there a place to do this or are we doing it right here and now?" Saia asked heavily on guard, for all she knew the women would cast the spell immediatly. Being a monk was all about anticipating your opponents next move. And with a test like what the women suggested Saia should be on guard. "Also confidense can turn into pride, pride into hubris, and hubris can lead to ones downfall. So apologies if I'm not what you would call confident."

 

[Fable]

[div class=fyurifauxtabs]Veth | Great Dining Hall | Swire One Mean Ghost [/div]
[div class=img]

[/div]Veth was glad the newt would agree to apologize, though she did not wish for him to use her 'rescue' as a reason for it, but true humility of their own. As he continued to speak, she found it odd to witness a newt speak the common tongue. How he managed to articulate words with his lizard mouth was very curious. "You do not know whether or not the guild shall retain your services unless you try. This one was forgiven her embarrassment, though her's was not one of violence. This one also believes neither of us may know what the Wizard may do if you request to be changed back to your former self. While your statement regarding others being capable of changing you back may be true, this one's opinion is that of going to the Wizard himself, but it is your decision on how to proceed. As far as what was missed, I am not sure myself as I sought you out after my discussion with the Wizard."

Veth looked around the dining hall, trying to determine what she was to do with the newt. She couldn't just place him down on the ground, as he might get stepped upon. Placing him on a table had it's own dangers and the one who had been eating raw eggs before... well she wouldn't be shocked if he tried to eat the newt either. The guildmaster was probably much too angry over the destruction of the dining hall.

She spotted the familiar Ki'Tavi and made her way over to her rival, newt in hand. "You should decide what it is you wish to do," she said to the newt as she approached the cat-eared male.

[div class=fyurifauxtabs]Drui | Great Dining Hall | | Open for Interaction/ Birdsie [/div]
[div class=img2]

[/div]Much like how Cyrus had appeared within the dining hall, there was a sudden flash of light and the appearance of someone new; a rather strange woman who appeared completely confused as she looked around at her environment. She frowned and placed both hands on her hips, appearing very displeased. "This isn't Astrid's Bar! That bloody wizard sent me to the wrong place! That sneaky little! Oooh, if I ever see him again you can bet he is going to learn a hard lesson!"

She spun around, trying to determine where exactly she was, pointing suddenly at Ellis, "You! What is this place and where in Albion am I?"

(short post is short)

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[Birdsie]

Ellis| Great Dining Hall | Noble Scion ​

Ellis looked up, stunned by the sudden and unexplained appearance of a woman. Even despite not knowing her, he felt a kinship. Was it because she mentioned she was ripped off by a wizard? He didn't dwell on it.

Ellis schooled his features, remembering Cyrus' speech. "You are in Fort Black, more specifically, the Dining Hall," he clarified. Not long after, he shifted uncomfortably and furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, do I know you? I don't think I do..."

His calm features were suddenly overtaken by a sheepish smile, which he intended to come off as suave, but failed. A bit of his confidence returned to him in the form of hope. "As for me, the ladies call me 'Oh God,' but you can call me Ellis." He held mental thumbs up for himself, hoping this would work to some extent.

He didn't expect miracles, but this girl looked less severe when compared to Veth, who ripped his heart out of his chest, and honestly, he still didn't get over everything she said about him. Maybe this was his shot at a new conquest, or at learning that flirting just isn't his thing.

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EmilyFlex] [div class=EmilyImage] [div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier

Guild Receptionist

[/div] [div class=EmilyMentions] Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk

Interactions:
Saia Baku [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]"We can do it right here. This lobby was designed to be the first point of conflict if someone was able to break in." While saying so, Emily stood up and walked around the desk towards the open space, doing a few stretches. "Hubris or not, confidence is needed. You must have confidence in yourself, your craft, and your soul, or else you'll fail at the most crucial moments. Well, not that I can say much. I'm just a Receptionist." At that moment Emily let out her own blood-thirst kneaded into her mana. "Emily Chevalier, High Arcanist and Receptionist, hereby commences the Combat Exam of Saia, Gaulir among Dragons. Try not to die."

With a dark filled smile, Emily formed the mana around her into a magic circle centered around her open palms above her head. The magic circle rapidly expanded to encompass the whole room as she chanted her arcane lyrics.
"Weave together truth and lies,
Let my mind blur the lines,
Declare the falsehoods of strength to all around,
And make one's bane the savior of all,
Inversion of the Fates - Second Amplification!"

With that, everyone and everything's weaknesses and strengths were temporarily inverted. Normally this wouldn't be a problem for someone trained in the discipline of the mind and soul like a monk, but Emily wanted to exploit Saia's inherent biological ability to withstand heat and very capable physical strength. For herself, she was also thoroughly affected, but as long as she stuck to the basic elements and didn't try to pull off complex spells, she judged that she'll be fine. "Don't worry, every member and applicant is given a complimentary coffin and tombstone. - Grand Flames of the Sun King! Burn the faithless before me!!" At that moment, she slammed her hands together towards Saia, creating a massive flame that exploded in a wide range towards her. If Saia couldn't defend against it, she would be rank a novice. If she could dodge it, an apprentice. But if she could follow up after Emily's attack and take advantage of the situation, she would be well on her way to Adept. [/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://www.rpnation.com/media/3822838135964a2c83e4ec0027-1499767526_waifu2x_art_noise3_tta_1-png.36357/full'); background-size: 120%; background-position: center 6%; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EmilyTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 2.5px; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; color: #3ba6dd; font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Great Vibes'; text-shadow: 0px 0px 15px white; background-color: rgba(255,255,255,0.5); [/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]

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Saia
Receptionist desk area
Interacting with : Emily Chevalier ( Alteras )
Saia was at first frightened until she started calming down and felt something, in her body she felt all of her magic being kicked into overdrive. Then upon realizing the words she made sense of the spell. "Then allow me to use the magic the monks had taught me." The receptionist took her strength but made her strong in another way, she caused the magic flowing through her veins to increase, in only a second Saia clutched her fist as a loud ringing could be heard from it. And Saia only looked up before pulling her fist back and launching it at the flame. The moment before her fist would've made contact with the flame a sound that could only be described as a thunderclap was heard as an explosive force left Saia's fist, meant to part the flames before her.

 

[FireMaiden]

Isabella Thorne
Loction: Castle Black
Interaction: Volkmar Elekta Kount
Hoping off of daisy as she peered up at the castle walls, taking in the beautiful architecture, Isabella answered Volkmar with a chilling tone. "Even of that means working with one of those considered evils?" Assassin's were not the most noble of sorts, no matter how righteous the orginaztion. Or even the people, most didn't think that Assassin's were people to be trusted. The Nightingales were good people, but a majority of their contracts were as hired killers, and other various acts that got them branded in their definition of evil. To say the least, the Order and the Nightingales didn't get along much.

Anyway, they were there at the Guild's entrance. Isabella made her way to the door, and opened it preparing to enter, until...she took a step back. "How about you go first?" She asked, motiining for Volkmar.

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Ki'Tavi

Location: Dining Hall
Interacting with: Fable Swire

"You should decide what it is you wish to do,"

Kit's ears perked up at the sound of a familiar voice. His eyes turned towards Veth, that same cheshire grin still on his lips. "Oh, I already decided. Or, more like, the decision was made for me" Ki'Tavi remarked casually. "I'm going. Wouldn't do for me to miss out on an adventure like this. 'Sides, if we fail the world's screwed anyway, so it's not like I'd miss much." He shrugged his shoulders as his tail swished behind him. As he hadn't noticed the Newt yet, he didn't realize her statement was directed at the newt and not him.

"Not to mention, it wouldn't do for me to let my so-called rival one-up me so easily" he teased with a playful grin in her direction. Obviously, he wasn't really fixated on the rival thing. His gaze settled on the newt in her hand. "Oh, and if it isn't the little pyro. Good thing you found him. I'm not the only cat around here, but the other one is a lot less friendly when you're so diminutive." he remarked casually as he took another swig from his procured bottle.

Turning his gaze back to the beautiful elf, he sat up a bit, making room for her at the table if she chose to sit. "So how'd your talk with the old codger go?" Kit inquired with a quirk of his eyebrow. By now, he was curious about the old wizard. However, given the general disdain showed for mercenaries thus far, he probably figured it was in his best interest not to approach the wizard just yet.

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EmilyFlex] [div class=EmilyImage] [div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier

Guild Receptionist

[/div] [div class=EmilyMentions] Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk

Interactions:
Saia Baku [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]"Hmm?" Emily could sense the mana accompanied with a ringing sound being built up in the air as the fire spread forth. And just as the mana was finally unleashed, the Sun King's Flames were not only parted, but even suppressed by the great sound. She smiled with an odd sense of pride towards the draconic girl.

Not only being able to cope with the inversion, a situation that would make anyone stumble around for quite some time, she was able to use the inversion to her advantage. I would prefer that she go on the offensive at this moment to solidify her prospects of becoming a Neonate and make it easier for her to reach Adept, but with this, she would already be an apprentice.

"You're currently doing very well! All you have to do now is stop me and I'll put in a recommendation for Neonate!!!" As she yelled words of praise, she launched herself forward, fists newly covered in flames, towards the draconic girl. As she entered melee range, with a big grin on her face, Emily swung her right fist with her whole body towards Saia's chest. Emily knew she would never be able to reach the form of someone steeped in martial arts, but because of the Inversion of Fates, she could rely on her new found physical strength to deal some heavy damage. [/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://www.rpnation.com/media/3822838135964a2c83e4ec0027-1499767526_waifu2x_art_noise3_tta_1-png.36357/full'); background-size: 120%; background-position: center 6%; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EmilyTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 2.5px; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; color: #3ba6dd; font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Great Vibes'; text-shadow: 0px 0px 15px white; background-color: rgba(255,255,255,0.5); [/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]

 

[lightdrago]

Jason Crowe
Cyrus's Study
Birdsie
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Jason raised his eyebrows in surprise when a random book shot out of the room and into Cyrus's hand. "You are certainly the flashy type of mage," he said in slight awe. "I see you can't pick out a book normally like the rest of us mere mortals."

Jason listened with interest about how his shadow magic truly worked. Jason had some sense of how it functioned and the mechanics behind it, such as how fluid it felt using it and the need for light in order to bend it, but he can only learn so much from a stolen tome. Thinking back on it, Jason is a tad regretful that he never stole another shadow tome. Then again, he's never really had a reason to, as he was content with what he could do. Well, this is why I'm here after all. A sly smirk crawled up his mouth. An opportunity to learn.

Jason isn't afraid to admit that he preened when Cyrus mentioned his "metamagic." Jason wasn't really aware of all the jargon, but it sounds like he's not half bad for a magic user. Jason won't delude himself into believing he's some sort of powerful archmage that can kill at the snap of a finger, but it's nice to hear he is no pushover in magic either.

Jason's thinking of the possibilities he could use with shadow magic if he can learn new tricks. Thieving will definitely become a lot easier. He could possibly learn more ways to hide and sneak around. He's always been more of the subtle approach to situations. However, what he's more interested in is the possibility of learning new combat abilities. Right now, he's only capable of whacking people with his shadows. From the cracks in the walls people slammed into when utilizing his shadows they look heavy, but Jason wouldn't mind learning how to use his shadows to pierce things objects like a dagger would, or use it in any other way.

He would be answered in the form of a huge book. Jason grew even happier when Cyrus slid the book over to him. He opened the cover and flipped through the pages, admiring it. It seemed awfully valuable, and Jason didn't even need to steal it! Just his luck! While the stuff about Evard sounded somewhat boring, he will read up on it. In his line of work, information is power. "Yay, homework," Jason drawled, but he was grinning all the same.

Jason finished the rest of his stew and took the book with him. "Thanks for the book, old man. I'll make sure to keep it in pristine condition." He opened the door, but stopped to say one more thing. "One more request? Don't get me killed on your suicide mission, OK? I quite like living." With that, Jason walked out.

 

[Goretiss]

Kthaog'Ydu| Dining Hall| Direct Mentions: SP3CT3R

"It was me," He thought at the snake man, sending an image of himself and his name with it. He was slightly disappointed his joke fell through, although he supposed the man's reaction was a great deal better than the ones he normally received upon starting telepathic conversations with strangers. He hadn't even drawn a weapon yet!

"A shame, asking him would have made things much simpler." He continued. "And I have my doubts that there is a null mage in this guild, or at least one willing to travel. This is quite the puzzle, isn't it? I can assure you this would have been easier to figure out with a hivemind. There is no delay in the stream of thoughts, it saves much trouble."

He was quiet for a moment as he struggled to think of the most casual way to insert a question about if the snake man's blood was closer to that of humans or reptiles and whether or not Ydu could have a sample. The moment of thought was enough for him to decide he should probably save that for a bit later in the conversation. Just a tad bit later. One's blood was usually a taboo subject and from his experience, the above world beings were less inclined to give it if they weren't slaves. He felt a spark of pride at his wise judgment. He looked back at the map again, halting the flow of both his thoughts and his pen. He tapped it twice against the paper.

"In any case, I fear simply getting to the necromancer will be a challenge in and of itself." He thought, tone growing grim. Although Ydu was eager to research the Dark Forest, he was well aware of the dangers it would hold.

((No worries!))

 

[Archdemon]

Viska
Location: Dining Hall ----> Cyrus's Workshop
Action: Meeting the Founding Mage for Magical Purposes

Viska lost track of what happened after Cyrus was attacked and how he turned the man who attacked him into this adorable Newt. But Cyrus disappeared afterwards saying he'd be in his study or something, Viska was too busy trying not to get hurt than to pay attention. Though it seemed like everything returned to normal, which is always good. She decided to go looking for Cyrus, and not having any idea where his room was, she wandered the guild for awhile. She looked in many places, under tables, up chimneys, the courtyard, etc... Until she found Jason leaving a room that she had never seen before, then she remembered that the room was closed for a long time! This must be the place! Well she said that about every other room but what are the chances she is wrong? Pretty high actually.

She knocked on the door 3 times, and announced her visit.

"Um... Mister Wizard Man? It's me, the Kobold? Can I come in?"

Once she knew that Cyrus had allowed her to enter, she walked in and stared amazed at the entire place. It was like a treasure trove of magic, books, and coolness. She began smiling as she skipped her way towards Cyrus and stopped in front of him, and looked up at him, eyes sparkling.

"Hiya! My name is Viska! I wanted to talk to you but that mean man attacked you. I'm a Mage and you're a cool wizard, I wanted to know if you could teach me magic, specifically Light magic. I love magic ever since I met my friend Silus! He's been with me for about 5 years? He's the best friend I ever had!"

At the mention of a name, a spirit of light appeared, it showed no immediate markings but it was very familiar.

"We meet again Cyrus of Tristenwald. I was under the impression that you disppeared, Galahad missed you you know, most of were your jokes."

Birdsie

 

[Birdsie]

Cyrus of Trostenwald | Cyrus' Workshop | Noble Scion ​

Cyrus sensed something in the back of his mind, a creeping pervasive thought of something familiar The mystery remained unsolved, as he heard a trio of knocks on his door, followed by the entry of a kobold girl. In his deep thought, Cyrus forgot to greet her, until she introduced herself. He seemed to be taken from his thoughtful state and smiled at her.

"Good evening," he said, then froze for a moment. He stared, his smile gradually sinking into his features as he returned to deep thought. He heard her words, understood them, but didn't even think about forming a coherent response, until he appeared.

Cyrus gasped, then stood up, his chair releasing a loud shriek as it scraped against the ground. He stared at the light spirit. An illusion? He whispered an incantation, then he knew what he saw was real. It was not an illusion. "By the Divine Thighs of Ditty Thor! Not possible! Solus..."

"I'd give you a hug, if I could, old friend," he said, a thought of wrongness still preserved in his mind, but he decided to save it or later. "Galahad was fond of them, I do so suppose. But I think myself more of a storyteller than a trickster. At least nowadays."

The wizard's hands dropped downward. "My, my, just look at you... Here I am, an old man, slowly leaving this world like a fading candlelight, but you are like an eternal fire that cannot be put out even in rain and storm."

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Saia
Receptionist area
Interacting with: Emily Chevalier ( Alteras )

Saia was quick to react to Emily charging. While she was already in her range Saia reacted with a whip of Pure water showing up in her free hand. But instead of the usual striking her Targets she did something different. She let the whip fly towards one of Emily's ankles attempting to wrap the whip around it as she made a jump to the side, While Saia had none of her Dexterous strengths she believed at least the water Whip could cause a stumble in Emily's movement.

 

[Archdemon]

Viska
Location: Cyrus's Workshop
Action: Solus making a deal while Viska checks out all the cool stuff

Viska looked in amazement as she saw that Solus and Cyrus both knew each other. She giggled and decided to leave old friends to go talk to each other for a bit. She decided to go check out some of Cyrus's books, reading the cover titles, flipping through a few pages, then putting them back where they belonged. She did this the whole time Solus talked to Cyrus.

"Glad your old brain hasn't forgotten me Cyrus, guess being in some inter dimensional affairs does that to you. A lot has happened while you were gone, most notably as you can see, I have chosen a vessel. Galahad died a long time ago, and as his last wish he asked me to find the new Galahad of the world. I'll always miss my father, but I have something else to talk to you about. Viska here wants to learn magic from you, my request is for you to teach her with Galahad's Magic. You still have those books he gave you? The ones meant to light the way into the darkness? I think having something to look at and understand will help her."

"So will you teach me mister Cyrus? I promise to be the best student you ever had!"

"What do you say old friend? Will you teach the new Galahad?"

Solus looked somewhat perplexed or anxious? Something else was on his mind, something he wanted to talk about. Even without a face you can tell from the body language and his movements.

Birdsie

 

[Alteras]

[div class=EmilyFlex] [div class=EmilyImage] [div class=EmilyTitle]Emily Chevalier

Guild Receptionist

[/div] [div class=EmilyMentions] Location:
Guild of Heroes Reception Desk

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Saia Baku [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]"?!" Emily swung her fist into empty air as she tripped forward. Lying flat on the ground, she looked to see her feet caught in a water whip. With a sigh, she said, "I yield." She snapped her fingers and the Inversion field collapsed, returning strengths and weaknesses to their proper places. Emily forced some mana out to break out of the Water Whip and stood up. Arranging her clothes back into their proper place, she smiled towards the draconic girl. "Congratulations, you pass with flying colors. Of course you have to go through final approval, but if you do, you'll be an Apprentice with a recommendation for Neonate." She walked over to the counter, picked up the documents and started walking down the hall. "Follow me, let's head to guildmaster!" Emily's attitude completely changed, satisfied with the newcomer's abilities. [/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://www.rpnation.com/media/3822838135964a2c83e4ec0027-1499767526_waifu2x_art_noise3_tta_1-png.36357/full'); background-size: 120%; background-position: center 6%; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=EmilyTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 2.5px; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; color: #3ba6dd; font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Great Vibes'; text-shadow: 0px 0px 15px white; background-color: rgba(255,255,255,0.5); [/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]