Fantasy A Guild of Heroes: Song of Champions

[CrimsonEclipse]

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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."

Ka'sha Stonejaw
Dining Hall
LostHaven
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Well if there was ever a worse drunk that Ka’sha, that title would certainly go to Auriel. At least the all the alcohol did, for now at least, was boost Ka’sha’s confidence and lessen her inhibitions. Auriel however turned pretty violent and a bit crazy. Ka’sha has no idea what she was saying, she had no idea who she was talking about, she has no idea what words were she saying, but she clearly understood that whoever it is, Auriel’s gonna kill them. Well, not that it did much to change Ka’sha’s impression of Auriel, who was she to judge when even she herself was drunk.

However, it was not all fun and games. Ka’sha leaned towards Auriel, grinning widely, then punched her in the face. Just a straight up jab towards the face. “I like you, but don’t you fucking dare touch my things without my permission.” She said as she downed another jar of alcohol, tossing one more to Auriel. “Ask nicely bitch.” Ka’sha pratically growling as a menacing grin appears on her face. Ka’sha did not attack again nor did she take up an offensive stance, but her muscles are tensed and her fists are clenched. She won’t throw another punch, not yet anyway, but she sure as hell won’t be caught off guard. She’s been in enough drunken brawls that she’s unconsciously expecting it. Sober Ka’sha’s nice enough to just ignore it and avoid confrontation, Drunk Ka’sha doesn’t give a rat’s ass.

“If we’re gonna get along after this, and I hope we do since I really like you, you don’t go through my stuff and I don’t go through yours yes?” She said, still maintaining her grin. “Oh, and I’m absolutely drunk right now, so I probably won’t remember punching you so don’t bother mentioning it. Just forget about it.” She said, giggling a little bit. Oh man, she knows she’s in trouble but she can’t help it. No inhibitions are the best inhibitions of all after all.

 

[LostHaven]

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

'Thwack'

The saurian's closed fist came into contact with Auriel's face, though the thoroughly intoxicated Auriel seemed completely unfazed, not even blinking as the metal-hard fist struck her square in the face. Instead, she accepted her third jar of this most mysterious alcohol, and gulped it down just as fast as she had the other two jars from earlier. She slammed her jar into the table, which at this point finally gave in to the relentless abuse and caved in, sending everything sliding down the side of the table, hitting the floor with a series of smashes. Suddenly, a mess of broken glass shards and used cutlery littered the floor.

Laughing like a maniac, Auriel began to taunt Ka'sha. "Is that the best you can do, you little pussy?!" She challenged, "I've felt my wings being cut off before, your little sissy punch is just a light flick!" She proudly exclaimed with a murderous grin spread across her face, completely opposite to her usual, blank poker-face. "Don't worry, I'm not going to remember this, and you're not going to fucking exist after I'm done with you." Pointing two fingers toward the unfortunate saurian, darkness began to gather around the tip of her two fingers, tendrils of deathly energy dancing at her fingertips. Had Auriel been even the tiniest bit sober, she would never have even considered performing an act this cruel. But right now, Auriel was drunk to the point that words would literally go into one ear and leave the other. The alcohol had probably killed all her brain cells, she was completely beyond reason. "I sentence thee to death." She declared. Suddenly, a dreadful, dark aura enveloped Ka'sha. This whole ordeal- it felt wrong. There was no other way to describe it. Against nature's order, unholy, it was just wrong. Any half-witted drunk knew that this was a brawl that would end with one side paying the ultimate price- a million gold coi-- uh, I mean their life. But again, Auriel was too drunk to realize what she was doing.

"The devil's hour, three sunsets from this day, lady de- *hicc*" Auriel's little spell would be interrupted by a sharp hiccup. Immediately, the deathly, chilling aura that had gathered around Ka'sha dispersed. "The devil's hour, three sunsets from this day, lady Death comes for the-- *hicc*" Each time Auriel attempted to cast her curse of sorts, she would always be interrupted by hiccups, and the darkness that gathered would sputter and die straight after. After her fifth attempt, she finally gave up trying. "The devil's hour, three sunsets from this day, lady Death comes for thee, riding the steed of pale, shall reap grand prize of thou soul, life, and esse-- *hicc*" By some insanely stupid luck, the drunken fallen angel's final attempt of the curse was interrupted, halfway through the last syllable. Whether it was stupid luck was irrelevant, however. The only thing that mattered was that hiccups saved Ka'sha's reptilian ass. Collapsing on the table, and rolling across it and right into a pile of broken glass and all sorts of sharp objects like cutlery such as knives, Auriel finally gave in to the alcohol. "Oh, fuck me. I'm too drunk to *hicc* to cast a curse." She muttered, her face already cut and bleeding from broken glass shards on the floor. Lifting herself back up to her feet, Auriel barely managed to cast her healing magic to undo the damage the glass had inflicted on her face. Then she stood, motionless, her face reverted to a blank slate.

She stared at Ka'sha for several seconds, before she suddenly dashed at the giant lizard at incredible speed. Before a normal human could possibly react, Auriel had already lowered herself, performing a sweep-kick at Ka'sha's feet, aiming to swipe her feet off the ground, resulting in her falling over- preferably not of Auriel. "Payback, little bitch!" She shouted proudly, her malicious grin returning. Oh boy, she hadn't had this much fun in ages. For the good for both of them, one of them will hopefully cease the brawling lest the guildmaster's wrath rain down upon them like the fires of hell. Alternatively, Auriel decided, that she would probably have fun kicking Ka'sha's ass all the way to the moon and then blame it on the alcohol or forget it later.

 

[SP3CT3R]

Balthazar Bellanthriel
Dining hall
Goretiss

Somehow, the conversation turned into wyvern discourse in the span of a minute. Balthazar did his best to moderate, but wyvern discourse was almost as toxic as wyverns themselves. Luckily, the telepath contacted him again, and he got an excuse to slither (lol) out of the debate before things got ugly.
"So," Balthazar began, allocating himself to the vacant seat next to Ydu. "What you said pretty much sums it up. Anti-mages are scientifically proven to be pricks, and are probably too busy challenging magic schoolchildren to join a Guild. And, even then, Turenval probably has some loophole in place to keep them from shutting down his magic.
"As for the hivemind thing, it'd probably not make things that much more efficient. As a human-" Balthazar paused abruptly, before continuing, "-Former human, I can tell you that we can be incredibly stupid and having everyone on the same wavelength 24/7 would be a gamble. No, scratch that. It will inevitably lead to some incredibly poor decisions being made.
Balthazar paused, taking a sip of a beverage that conveniently appeared before him so that he could make it look like it wasn't catching his breath. "But being able to coordinate people wouldn't be too bad. You wouldn't happen to be able to teach me the whole telepathy thing, would you? I avoided it for a while because of personal reasons, but it would be a good addition to my arsenal."

 

[Birdsie]

Cyrus of Trostenwald | Cyrus' Workshop | Noble Scion ​

The magus seemed to hesitate for a moment. "I..." He looked at Viska, blinked once, then looked at Solus. "Very well, but I am not well-taught of the same magics as Galahad. If she wishes to learn miracles like his, she must learn on her own. I can only offer guidance and teach the basics."

Cyrus wanted to offer more help, he gave Solus a defeated look, then gave a sideways look towards Viska. He opened his mouth as if to make a comment, seemed to think better on it, and instead opted to sit back and listen to her reaction, although soon, a smile spread over his face. Solus had made a wonderful choice of champion, as the young kobold's aura was undeniably strong enough to comfort even the old mage.

 

[Fable]

[div class=fyurifauxtabs]Veth | Great Dining Hall | Swire One Mean Ghost [/div]
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[/div]Veth looked at Ki'tavi, waiting for him to finish speaking before talking herself. "I was not asking you to decide on what you wish to do, but the newt," she clarified, holding up the lizard towards him. "Your logic and reasons behind your decision are interesting. It is true that if the world is truly doomed, that ones such as yourself would benefit from interfering in that outcome. Though we are rivals, this is not an attempt to, as you said, 'one-up' you."

Veth glanced down at the newt for a moment, a bit tempted to poke it curiously but resisted. She returned her gaze to her official rival, "The conversation was interesting, but confusing. He is a polite man who seems generous and well learn-ed. Hopefully he is able to prevent this doom from consuming the world. It is clear that none of us are prepared for anything that would be as devastating as the end of the world."

"Forgive this one," Veth suddenly said as she looked back at the newt again, "This one failed to properly introduce herself to you. This one's name is Veth."

She was interrupted by a flash of light and the appearance of a woman, who was very obviously lost based upon her words. The woman had targeted Ellis, demanding him to answer where she was. Veth watched their exchange and wondered why it was so easy for people to just be magically ported into the guild. She might have to speak to the guildmaster about increased magical security.

[div class=fyurifauxtabs]Drui | Great Dining Hall | Open for Interaction/ Birdsie [/div]
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[/div]Drui let her arm fall to her side as the male replied to her question. She raised it up to her chin thoughtfully trying to recall where Fort Black was located. The snapped her fingers as realization hit. She looked back down at her target who seemed to think she looked familiar. A somewhat devious grin spread across her features as she looked at him. She moved to get closer and leaned over, her cleavage very obvious, "Ellis, is it?"

"Weep mortal for you have the pleasure of meeting the wondrous Goddess of Music and Laughter!" Drui leaned in closer, her face just inches from Ellis' own, "You have the scent of someone interesting." She stood up straight then, still grinning as she looked around, "I'd heard about this place. Well, since I'm here I guess I'll just make use of the bar." She went over to the bar and looked at the barmaid as she requested a beverage. The barmaid was hesitant until Drui pulled out a bit of gold and slid it over the bar-top. A bit more coercion and Drui happily downed a mug of mead, letting out a satisfied sigh as she finished it. "Not the worst place to end up," she commented to herself, getting a refill and turned to see the fire damage, "However, I was thinking this place would have been better maintained."

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[Archdemon]

Viska
Location: Cyrus's Workshop
Action: Being happy and leaving while Cyrus and Solus talk

Viska was very happy as she began to smile and grin with happy glee. Solus looked at Cyrus and gave a nod which seemed be of appreciation.

"Teaching her basics and such is enough. Now though all I ask is you help her in terms of showing proper movement, spell work, and how to properly say a spell. She can learn on her own but she knows not the true way to use magic properly. Her people are not as well versed in the ways of magic like you or me."

"Yay! I hope I impress you Mister Cyrus! I'll try to be the best student ever! When can we start!"

She had her arms raised and close to her chest, her hands into fists. Her tail was wagging back and forth with excitement. Solus turned to her though before Cyrus could answer.

"Soon enough young Viska. I know you want to start learning as soon as possible, but I'm sure Cyrus is quite busy. He'll find time for you when he can. Now I wish to speak with him alone, try and post that quest Bianca gave you. Then afterwards you can go enjoy some sushi."

"Okay!"

Viska nodded and slightly ran out of the room out if excitement. The pitter patter of her feet fading away. Solus turned back to Cyrus but the bright lighted spirit seemed to darken, he had something serious to say.

"Cyrus, I have to tell you about Viska. It is quite serious, and you are the only one I trust with this, not even Viska knows this as I've kept it secret. Viska is..."

Solus told Cyrus what he wanted to tell him, but what it is will be kept secret from everyone.

Birdsie (Ready for Chapter 2!)

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis | Great Dining Hall | Fable Noble Scion ​

He stared, speechless. His jaw hung out, and he almost drooled at the sight of her assets so close. Ellis shook off the overwhelming feeling, gulped, and released a strangled, shy sound, "Y-Yes..." Ellis was slightly bothered by her act of not soul-crushingly rejecting him, or disregarding and walking past him. He had this kind of responses a few times, but it was a scarce category of women that didn't instantly dismiss him as a lowly minstrel.

Then, she proclaimed to be a goddess, leaning dangerously close to his face. He tried his best not to breathe as loudly as he was, change facial expression, or do anything else that might upset her and ruin the communication.

And then it hit him. She declared herself a goddess. Ellis held back a laugh, only smiling outwardly, although he could feel his stomach tickle. She must have been a tad bit insane to proclaim herself a goddess. "I'm sorry your divine grace, I didn't quite recognize your signature, splendorous aura," he quipped sarcastically, folding his arms in skepticism, yet a smug grin embellished his face. As is rarely the case for Ellis, it wasn't meant to be a mean-spirited remark, but still doubtful.

Cyrus of Trostenwald | Cyrus' Workshop | Noble Scion ​

Cyrus nodded. The idea of having more than two apprentices could be fatiguing, but he could always conjure up a copy of himself if such a need arose that he was required to give lessons to two students at the same time.

"I... understand. We'll find a way, Solus," he answered, as the spirit left.



The Fluffiest Floof Alteras Lovable Dark-side Hanarei fluticasone Swire LostHaven FireMaiden Bakuyoshi Octo Girl SP3CT3R Gaius Danius Griinia CrimsonEclipse Graystone713 Reinhardt Noble Scion Blood Born Angel BackSet Sea Jay Kylesar1 Axel The Englishman Archdemon LoneSniper87 Ms. Sparrow Kylesar1 Fable Elekta Kount BlackJack One Mean Ghost

Chapter 2 begins in anywhere from 30 minutes to 1 hour and 30 minutes. Let's wrap it up.

 

[Swire]

Abdival(newt version)
Location - Dinning hall

Abdival sat in the woman's hand as she entered the dining hall, even staying quiet as she talked to someone. In his mind, he was slowly formulating a plan for the next move. Emily could probably turn him back, but most likely he would rather go to the courter master. While Veth was right, it was probably more respectful to go to the Wizard to ask for help, it felt wrong. There was still something he needed to do first. And that meant getting on better ground with Avaline. OH! how he didn't want to talk to Avaline.

"Huh?" Abdival snapped out of his thought as the women introduced herself. Veth, Abdival knew too many people's names who started with V. "Ah, forgive me as well. I am Abdival." He said lowering his Newt head. He turned to the other man who he noticed, and also bowed, as though to introduce himself to him as well. "I already know what I'm going to do. A friend of mine will probably turn me back. But I haven't seen him yet. I suppose I will wait around until I see him." He stated. "Should you no longer wish to care for me, you can set me near a wall. There are plenty of holes and I'm sure I will be fine if I don't stray to close to the cat. It is however up to you." He said, Abdival was calming down and really starting to think clearly. Apparently firing a giant fireball helps clear your mind.
(Ready enough for chapt. 2)
Fable One Mean Ghost

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Saia
Receptionist desks area
Following Emily ( Alteras )

Saia was gasping as she felt everything go back to normal. Her strength was there but the magic she used was still affecting her. She wasn't meant for spellcasting and as a result she was exhausted from the act of it. "Is there anything I need to know about the guild master? Like stuff I shouldn't do so she won't get mad." She asked as she tailed Emily gasping every couple or so steps

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian

Spoiler: Appearance

"That lady did like getting close to you, didn't she? Do humans normally do that? What a weird race.." Bem hummed as her new friend was greeted strangely by another human with unusually large pieces of meat on her chest and proceeded to practically rub them in Ellis' face. "Hmm.. I hope that wasn't the standard greeting of your people.. I can do it too if you want me to be polite, although it might be a bit late." she suggested politely, finding their strange culture fascinating and wanting to feel included in their activities. "I don't have those things they had.. I hope it doesn't matter." The apianian giggled as she stood up herself, yet the scenario brought a new question to her mind.

"Actually.. Are you one of the females? And she was a male? The males usually pack a little extra where I'm from." she giggled as she proceeded to lean on top of Ellis, imitating the goddess as closely as she could, practically laughing at how silly she felt. "You people are so weird." she giggled as she returned to her seat, looking towards the red-head that seemed to be swapping small shiny things for a glass of what looked like out-of-date honey. "I... Don't think I will get used to your culinary normal however.." she grimaced, watching the woman take a drink of the dirty-looking beverage. A few thoughts crossed the bee's mind, most prominently being this: "Maybe I should talk to her later.. She seems knowledgeable.." as she sipped her own, perfectly ripe honey, her eyes tracing the character at the bar.

Birdsie Fable​

 

[Birdsie]

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Chapter 2: Vile Whispers

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Three days have passed since the mysterious wizard known only as Cyrus of Trostenwald has made his reappearance in Fort Black.

Word got out quickly and the information of Turenval's return spread across Albion, across Gael - perhaps all of Gaia - like the plague. And much like that, Tirisgarde, Xhorhas, and Nachtholm quintupled their defenses overnight and the king almost doubled the taxes across the kingdom to raise funds for the war effort and began reinforcing the southern territories with his own elite soldiers: The Crownsguard.

As the heroes of Fort Black and many other of the Guilds' castles began to train and better themselves in preparation, the guild master, Risa ( Hanarei ) would receive letters from across the various Forts placed on the continent, where almost half of the Guild refused to follow orders and fight on the side of mortalkind. They instead began to fortify their positions and gathering food. These 'heroes' would wait out the incoming war. Cowards.

The situation was equally dire in Espania, where civil unrest began to shake the country over several undead attacks in the south-east. The local necromantic cults began to swell in size and some of them even publically claimed allegiance to Turenval, saying that the dark lord would gladly welcome and spare any who serve him in raising his new world order.

Laurellia's government denied the 'toxic rumor,' claiming it was an Albionian powerplay, intended to destabilize the international scene and create an uproar. They cut off their border passage treaties with Albion and reinforced the border with their troops, and on that note, Albion is like a caged rat with no support from any side, at the mercy of whatever lurks in the forests to the south.

Without a way to send caravans up north without crossing the Sea of Chaos, trade is becoming difficult. In addition to the harsh taxation, the lack of merchant activity has increased the market prices for pretty much anything even slightly exotic dramatically, and even the prices of mundane items have gone up almost twice.

All this in the time of half a week. What the future brings, only time will tell.

But Albion still foolishly clings onto hope. They think their walls will protect them and they think their puny generals will raise enough defenses to keep back the tide of the dark lord, but they are wrong.

Little do the poor, pathetic mortals know... the enemy was already inside for so much time, like a beautiful parasite, and he was whispering vile lies in their ears for longer than years can count...

Ellis | Fort Black Courtyard | Open For Interaction ​

Spoiler: Intro

Ellis found himself in a tight spot. The trees of the forest around him seemed to creak, as if having a conversation, but as he passed by them, they stopped and didn't go back to doing it after he passed by as if taking notice of someone. The place gave him the heebie-jeebies.

The trees were lifeless, without leaves and their branches and barks were gray. The sky itself was coated in heavy cloud sheets. The ground, on another hand, was stacked with dust, pebbles, and white ash. There was no chirping from forest birds, no croaking of toads, no growling of wolves, and nothing else. The very atmosphere of the forest was hostile and it seemed like the landscape itself was sentiently evil.

In his hand, he held only a flickering, weak torch to give him some light in the darkness of the forest. There was an unnatural, eerie quietness, even when he walked. Every step was made as if though it was muffled, and Ellis couldn't help but think every one of them was being watched, observed by something.

He flinched when he heard thunder far away. A storm was coming. Ellis made his way across one of the safer pathways and reached a clearing within minutes. There, stood a lonely, dull, gray shack, maybe six by six meters long and wide, and four meters tall, excluding the pointy roof. It had no windows and only one door.

He walked in, but instead of a grey, lifeless chamber, he found himself in the long hallway of a luxurious villa, complete with a red-gold carpet and a row of large windows to the left, through which sunlight leaked in - a refreshing change of scenery. His torch was extinguished now, so he put it down. He made his way across the hallway and finally reached another door. He opened it and walked through, this time finding himself on the streets of a small town.

"What the hell is going on here..." he muttered, feeling his blood heat as his self-awareness returned.

Villagers walked past him, people minding their business, including a woman carrying a pot of water on top of her head and supporting it with her arms. Why was this such a familiar sight? He couldn't put a finger on it, so he just watched.

A moment later, he heard screams as a bunch of children ran out of an alleyway, after a boy with brown hair. As he ran past the woman with the pot, she stumbled back and, although unharmed, she spilled her contents on his pursuers. The boy seemed to frown, but he kept running.

Ellis watched as the pursuers went after him, and he followed with all his speed.

They made their way to another alleyway and cornered the boy with brown hair. He was at a dead end, facing his pursuers with a defiant scowl.

He closed his eyes. "I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here," the brown-haired boy repeated over and over again, closing his eyes. His individual hairs seemed to float, as if there was latent energy in them.

"Watch out, the witch-boy has a bite," one said.

Ellis' ears perked at the word he hasn't heard in so long. He ran forward to help. "Leave him alone!" he yelled, but the children ignored him.

The boy yelled almost in unison: "Leave me alone!" In an instant, a wave of volatile, white energy shot out from his body like thunder, knocking the children, and Ellis back. He hit his back hard as he fell, then looked up only to see the boy wasn't there.

Ellis sprang up before the other children had a chance to and ran off. Unlike the dumb kids, he knew where the boy went.

*​

Ellis walked into the room, only to see the boy crying on his bed, curled up with his face in his knees. Ellis walked up, then knelt in front of him. "Are you alright? Can I help?" he asked. The boy lifted his eyes.

"It's too late for me," the little boy said.

"That's not true," Ellis argued, putting on a confident smile in front of the boy. "You'll be fine. Not the best, and maybe not proud of yourself, but you'll live through this and the pain will stop, I promise."

"You're lying," the little boy retorted.

Ellis changed the subject. "What's your name?"

"E-Elsimore. My mom says it's after a wizard."

"Well, you're in luck, kid." Ellis presented himself proudly. He stood up and gave Elsimore a hand. "I'm better than any wizard."

Elsimore took his hand and stood up from his bed, then gasped and looked Ellis in the eyes. "You have to hide! He's here! He'll find you!" he warned, taking Ellis' hand and dragging him across the room all the way to the wardrobe.

"Who's he? Who'll find me?"

The earth shook, and the heavens roared. "It doesn't matter! Get in!"

Ellis opened the wardrobe, walked inside, then closed it. There was very little space and he was huddled in there with his back against the wood panel. His breathing became heavy, as he didn't get enough oxygen. Elsimore walked over to the door and opened it, then stepped back frantically.

Silver filled the room, like a noxious gas. Ellis couldn't breathe, and he saw light in front of him. An angel with four wings, his body burning with silver flames. A smell of incense and dread filled the air. "---Damn it, no!" Ellis jumped out of the wardrobe and took Elsimore's hand, pulling him back, just in time to help him avoid a sword attack from the angel. Ellis opened up the window, then him and Elsimore jumped out onto the street.

They ran, but people around them combusted with silver fire spontaneously and became husks of their former selves, chasing after them. Soon, the entire town was on fire and Ellis was faced with the attacker, standing above them.

He swung and his sword extended, reaching all the way down and felling them both in one go.

Ellis woke up covered in cold sweat, breathing and jumped to sit on the bedside in an instant. He threw the flask in his hand at the wall, breaking it. "I'm never taking that crap again!" He hyperventilated for a moment and looked at his hands, which were shaking uncontrollably. He threw the covers off, walked to his basin, then dipped his hands in and threw water on his face.

He breathed and calmed down.

Ellis looked forward, muttering, "Elsimore..." He shook his head, then washed himself a bit more. After that, Ellis put on his clothes and walked to the Guild's library. He had to find something on prophetic dreams and visions. Was that one such dream? He didn't want to ignore possible signs.

Ellis made his way to the Guild's library and looked for related books, then started reading. The results were inconclusive, but it seems that, if whatever he just dreamt of was indeed going to happen, he'd find his answers in where the dream started.

"The Dark Forest..." Ellis said, not wanting to believe his next words. "I need to be prepared."

*​

He made his way to the courtyard and sat down on the grass. Technically, meditation wasn't magic, just a form of relaxing one's mind. It could also be used to coerce one's soul into doing things, and that wasn't quite magic either. He was comfortable with it. He was trying to evoke the visions again, without taking drugs.

(Open for Interaction)

Cyrus of Trostenwald | Training Yard | Open For Interaction ​

Cyrus found it hard to focus. He furrowed his eyebrows, then rubbed his temple with his free hand as he continued to scribe upon the pages. He was writing down spells for Jason to practice with over the next few months, but the hard rays of the sun peeked through his hat and made it hard to focus.

With a thud, he closed his book. He would continue this in his study, later. For now, he needed the practice. Offensive spells.

"Hwennunm to su celset am taut," he whispered. He was in the process of creating a new spell, a strength-enhancing transmutation.

From a few necromantic notes he discovered in the past, he found out that the human body - one like his - is very limited by its own susceptibility to being broken. In fact, a human rarely uses more than a fifth of their full muscle strength, even during strenuous or dangerous activity. This is because, with that much power, they could rip their muscles apart from the stress.

Instead, he opted for a safer option. First, he would reinforce his muscle structure with magic, transmuting them into something tougher than they were. Then, he'd proceed to crank up his body's natural healing abilities to eleven. Then, he'd disable the mental block. It'd grant him fivefold the strength and speed, with the only downside being his muscles breaking apart with all major movements and instantly regenerating. It'd be painful, yes, but useful.

Cyrus hit the golem in front of him with his fist. The stone golem's chest revealed a crack, but he punched again, harder. He grunted from pain, but his third punch was fruitful and fell the golem, whose durability was intended to represent the durability of a grown and armored, male human. Three punches are required to kill, one or two to incapacitate.

He opened his spellbook and began scribbling notes on the spell, disabling the circuitry of mana and terminating its effects as to not waste precious energy. He could perhaps weaponize this later by creating items that could pass this effect onto others. It'd bolster their abilities and that would be invaluable against the death knights.

Whatever the case, he needed everyone to prepare, and if need be, he'd help them with that.

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Ki'Tavi

Location: Courtyard
Mentioned: Fable

For all of his appearance of laziness before, Kit seemed almost a different cat in the days following Cyrus' arrival. Even if he didn't show any fear at the prospect of entering the Forest, that wasn't to say he was so foolish as to not take it seriously. He had sent word to the Phantom Legion, an open contract for any volunteers that wanted to sign up for the mission. Just about anywhere else, that contract wouldn't have been touched. In the Legion, though, there were always some that would do it, even if it was because they'd lost a bet.

The following morning, 115 Mercenaries came into view of the castle. Contrary to the popular beliefs about Mercenaries being disorganized, this group moved in a perfect wedge formation. Twenty five archers that specialized in ranged magics and attacks, twenty heavily armored frontline tanks carrying towershields and adept in defensive magics, twenty spearmen, twenty berserkers that specialized in weaving destruction through a battle, and fifteen battle mages that specialized in support and area control. The last 15 stuck out. They weren't quite as coordinated, and they didn't fit any of the molds. No doubt these were unbranded Prospects. They hadn't yet earned the title of Phantom.

"More than I expected for a glorified suicide mission." Kit chuckled as he greeted the temporary leader of the group with a forearm handshake

"You think a Phantom fears death, Captain?" The leader retorted with a smirk.

"Not at all, but how many of you are here just because you lost a bet, Ervin?" Kit quirked an eyebrow knowingly. The leader laughed. "A bit more than half. The rest of us came just to see if you manage to run out of luck, Ki'Tavi!" The towershield-wielding Ervin retorted without missing a beat. "The Prospects came because we told them outright any of 'em that survive this mess get branded on the spot."

Kit nodded. "If they got the ability to survive, they've earned it. Set your gear down. I want to see how well this unit works."

The rest of that first day, the Phantoms and Prospects divided up into two teams and 'went to war' against each other. Kit and Kit(a clone of himself) commanded each side. The battles that unfolded weren't just some disorganized mob. Complex tactics unfolded as if the battlefield were instead a massive chessboard. After every battle, the teams were scrambled, and unusual compositions led to unusual strategies. In one case, a side had a majority of the tanks and spearmen, and as a result a modified phalanx was used to handle the ranged capabilities of the archer/mage heavy other team. Another case had a Berzerker heavy team divide and conquer.

This wasn't, after all, just a ragtag band of Mercenaries. These were Phantoms, and their reputation as fearless warriors was well earned.

In the following days, they Phantoms rose with the sun. In the mornings, they trained individually, with more senior members passing instruction onto the less experienced. In the early afternoon, the seniors discussed tactics while the juniors trained amongst themselves. In the evening, more war games to put into practice the training and tactics discussed earlier in the day. Ki'Tavi, for his part, regularly fought against himself to keep his skills sharp, even as he imparted instruction on the newer Phantoms and the hopeful prospects.

Today was a rest day for the Phantoms. They took this opportunity to let their minds and bodies recover from the stress of training. The Prospects ran about completing whatever tasks their seniors had for them, and Ki'Tavi, for his part, was enjoying the bit of relaxation. He strode through the courtyard, twirling a dagger between his fingers as his tail swished behind him. He was starting to get anxious. He never did like the wait before an adventure, but for now, he didn't have much of a choice. Making a vector arrow in front of himself, he launched himself effortlessly up into a tree, lounging among the branches as he observed what the other so-called heroes were doing this day. What with the Phantoms arrival and their training, he'd been a bit preoccupied to pay much mind to the other Guildmembers, though he did make sure to acknowledge his "rival" whenever she passed. He made it quite clear to the Phantoms that she wasn't to be harassed while they were here, which, fortunately, would keep her from a repeat of Ellis.

"I wonder what she's doing right now..." Kit murmured thoughtfully, absently tossing the dagger up to catch it once more in his hand as he surveyed for any sign of the Elf.

 

[BlackJack]

Sion | Fort Black Courtyard | Open for interaction

You'd think by now he would get used to it. That replaying the same memory over and over again would numb one against the pain of the past. For him, it did not. Even now he was lost somewhere, maybe in that same memory, or maybe he was in a different one. Distracting himself in hopes that he would never grasp the dire situation he was in. He was lost, in a place he knew nothing about, wandering day by day in hopes of learning about this place, in hopes he could go back home. Little did he know that getting to Laurelia was now impossible, they blocked the entrances and readied for what laid in the forest to awaken and come consume the land. The news had yet to get to him, not that he would care too much, maybe once upon a time he would want to pursue such a war but now he was broken. Reeling from his recent defeat. Something pulled him back to reality as he sat staring off under a tree.

"Dad"

Sion, who had been staring off into the grassy lands shot up and looked around. Startled by the voice. Once he realized that it was all in his head he took a deep breath in and let it out, the cold condensing his breath and making it visible. The cold not coming from the surrounding area for it was currently warm, no, this cold came from the man himself. Picking up a few belongings he took off so he could sit and ponder he was now ready to go walking again. He had no idea how long he had been next to that tree but breaks were needed because he had no horse. Walking by foot was his only choice after being thrown here and he had been walking for a while now.

Eventually, the man found his way to what appeared to be a massive fort. Sion had not seen this building before in person and if he had ever read about it the thought had since escaped his mind. Some of the towns he had wandered through much earlier told him to keep walking in this direction until he found this fort. Most telling him that this place was the best place for a person like him to go. None stayed long to conversate with him and shooed him off to Fort Black assuming he was an adventurer looking for quests. When in reality he was just a guy trying to figure out where he was. He did see town names as he passed but it had been a long time since he studied the lay of the land. All he knew was North Laurelia and even then his map skills were lacking. Knowing only the city he worked in, the ones surrounding it and the city he ran off to after deserting the Knights.

Upon nearing the spectacle he remembered the name. This was Fort Black, home to the guild of hero's. If memory served him right this was the place you went to if you were an adventurer, they did all sorts of jobs kind of like what he did when he used to work. Realizing that all those previous townsfolk pointed him here made him a bit grouchy. This was not what he was looking for but in all honesty, this place would do. Walking inside he found himself in a courtyard, it was a bit too showy for his liking but it was nice, plus it was not buried in snow. Cloak up and looking confused he just stood there, he was not sure what he was doing now. This seemed foolish, just waltzing into a guild hoping to find answers. Not being a member meant the only reason he should be here was to sign up and he was unsure if that was what he wanted to do. It could get him some coin which he currently had little of and along the way answer his questions. On the flip side, he would have to talk to other people and being solo had been his thing for a while now. Just seeing all the other species here was overwhelming. His entrance may have alerted some for as he stepped into the courtyard the temperature dropped a bit in his vicinity, not enough to warrant an attack but enough to make some uneasy. Plus beneath his feet frost crept across the ground evaporating when it went too far from its source. ​

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian

Spoiler: Appearance

"The clouds feel darker this day." Bem whispered poetically to herself as she shuffled out of a bush, somewhere within the courtyard of the fort. She remembered having the urge to gather pollen and heading outside and finding what was her temporary home for the time she was going to be staying at the fort. She pollinated the flowers then slept among them, and while it wasn't quite as comfortable as home, it was survivable. They had given her the option to join, but she didn't particularly know what exactly the "guild of heroes"' intentions were, so she had declined it for the time-being. She could always enter it at a later date, should the need arise. Three moons had passed since her arrival, and that demonic wizard, despite everyone telling her he had no affiliations with such creatures, had still yet to proclaim when the adventure was to start. All she had heard was about some "Turnwall" guy that had shown up and scared everybody, and that he was incredibly dangerous, but Bem, being amongst the strongest of the apiana, was determined to seek out knowledge of these foreign lands, and what better way to do that than to help others while she was at it? Was she worried? A little bit, it would be insane not to, given the vast expanse of a place she had been dropped into without any knowledge of anything within the world, but at the same time, she couldn't help but be excited at the prospect of adventure, even if it was dangerous.

The bee yawned and stretched her golden arms out around her, her feet steady on the ground, before plucking one of the flowers out from her bush and raising it up to her mouth and licking it gently and lovingly, her wings beating on her back as she floated up into the trees above, creating a soft, pleasant, rhythmic buzzing noise. She planned to get to the top of the tree to get a view of the sun, which she rarely ever got to see during her time in the hive, and to bathe in it's golden glory, but as she rose up, something else caught her eye. One of the members of the guild that she hadn't spoken to yet, but had seen around the area a few times, one of the stranger looking "humans" as it had a few additional parts, much like the strange human with the pieces of meat on their chest. "Hmm.. Do the additional parts mean male? How confusing.." she bumbled to herself, resolving to ask as she floated over towards him. licking the flower as she approached, she landed next to him silently and proceeded to rest her legs over the tree branch, making her sudden appearance apparent so as to not startle them. "Hello 'Human'! Are you a male, or a female? I am Bem! Nice too meet you!" She smiled before leaning on top of Ki'tavi, just like the goddess had done nights prior with her large chest in what she had assumed was the standard greeting of their people
One Mean Ghost​

 

[Alteras]

[div class=AvaFlex] [div class=AvaImage] [div class=AvaTitle]Avaline Leonne
de Blanche[/div] [div class=AvaMentions] Character Sheet
Location:
Blanche Family Mansion
Fairfax
Interactions:
Swire (Abdival) [/div][/div] [div class=AvaContent]The sound of breaking glass echoes throughout the mansion. "Damn those Laurellians! ARGH!" A cry went through the air as the butler bent down to pick up the broken china. Avaline picked up the document she was reading once more after a bout of rage. With a face red with anger not seen since Abdival left Fairfax, she sat back down in her chair and sipped out of the newly prepared cup of tea. After a few minutes of drinking herbal tea, her face once again regained its iconic cold gaze, albeit filled with a darker emotion. "That Cyrus better be as good as he once was. Sebastian! I'm going to that place."

Avaline stood up and started walking further into the mansion, coming to a dark staircase, leading down to a massive vaulted door, covered in a multitude of magic circles. Avaline stood in front of it, pooling her mana into the palm of her hand, and spread her mana into the door, making the circles begin to glow. The earth rumbled as the vault opened itself to the Blanche Treasury. The butler appeared behind her and guided toward the inner sanctum of the Treasury. They stopped before a lustrously glowing rapier, the Furnace Blade. A mithril rapier with an ornate hilt and hand guard, containing high fire magic affinity and is said to be able to burn through armor. As the butler lifted the rapier with the care of a holy man, Avaline reminisced about its origins. Made for the most successful Head of the Blanche Family, Selene De Blanche, it is a blade unlike any other. It is probably more powerful than Abdival's Gold Sword when it comes to Fire Affinity. It's about time it gets to see the sky once more.

"Bring it to Abdival and make sure he still knows how to use a rapier. I will not accept any rejections toward it. In all likelihood, he's gonna need it if he does what I think he's gonna do." Avaline turned and began to leave the Treasury. "I'll be headed to Trost in an attempt to ally our cities and form a united army against what may come." [/div][/div] [class=AvaFlex] 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=AvaImage] position: relative; width: 400px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; background-image: url('https://www.rpnation.com/media/c6426c0402663ebd35677dbbb1de8119-jpg.36300/full'); background-size: 100%; background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=AvaTitle] position: absolute; bottom: 2.5px; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; color: #e5e5dd; font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Cinzel Decorative'; text-shadow: 0px 0px 8px black; [/class] [class=AvaMentions] 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=AvaMentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=AvaContent] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class][/nobr]

 

[Octo Girl]

Terra, Infirmary
Interactions: LoneSniper87

Terra walked into the infirmary, as she had been at the guild base for a few days now. She wanted to find Vysern again. She had an important question to ask him. Terra had been in her human form for a while and it tired her out so she dropped her disguise as she walked in and saw Vysern.

"Hey.... Vysern..." she said as she tail rolled out onto the ground and her wings appeared. "Can I ask you a question? It's sort of important..." She asked as she stretched and her arms, stomach, and legs grew her scales. She then popped the question without waiting for an answer. "I was wondering, how do I join the guild?" she asked with an emberrased blush.

 

[LoneSniper87]

Vesryn looked up, the white glow fading from his hands as he looked away from one of the poor mercenaries that got caught as the unlucky one in a war game. "You mean you haven't joined the guild?" He asked a bit skeptical. He leads her away from the cots, grinning lightly. "Look, I've been here awhile, but you can ask literally anyone else, Terra. But since you have my attention." He glances at the other clerics, who nod at him. "I can take you to the receptionist and we can get that sorted for you. Come on."

He leads her away from the infirmary, looking for the receptionist. "Hey, Em! I have someone who wishes to join!" He shouts, only to get her attention. "You have the time to spare?" He asked, now at the desk and leaning against it.

Octo Girl Alteras

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Asterin Blackblood

Location: Quarters - Training Yard

Asterin awoke in the early morning, just before the sun peaked over the mountains and shone on the forest surrounding Castle Black, tying her white hair into a tight, neat, braid, which generally meant she was going to kill something or someone, and wrapping herself up in her blood-red cloak, she slid out her quarters quietly. Just as she’d always done. She inhaled all the different scents as her footsteps, as silent as midnight, seemed to glide across the soft, green grass of the forest, the mist creating swirls around her in the dark, barely lit sky. The stars still visible, and the forest still silent. She glimpse white as she came closer to the clear and as she approached Braxon, lying in the open clearing, he was already prepared, staring at her with eager, curious orange-slitted eyes, full of a certain wildness. Even if she was blind, she’d still be able to feel her way towards him. Even twenty-feet away she could still feel him. He was like a living furnace, his white scales seemed to radiate the fire in his bones and she was filled with a sense of warmth as she mounted the saddle strapped to him and wrapped her lithe legs around him.

Asterin blinked, and her clear eyelid was put into place. That way, when witches flew, they wouldn’t cry and blink as a mortal would. Despite this, the clear eyelid still hindered her vision the slightest, making it slightly blurry. After adjusting her self, she gave a slap, yet gentle one to Braxon’s neck.

“Let’s go get something to eat.” She said, her voice commanding another, with a slight hint of amusement. Braxon craned his head back to look at her. People, witches and mortals alike, believed Wyverns didn’t understand them. They were wrong. Braxon stares at her with bemused eyes before he shook, as if stretching, as if the lazy beast needed anymore time to relax, she let out an inhuman growl in warning, and then without any sign but the sudden tension in his strong body that she didn’t have a moment to take hold of the reins, he took off at blinding speed, Asterin cursing the useless worm as she nearly lost her balance. Her wyvern it seemed, had never lost his wicked sense of humor.

After they hunted, which usually ranged from a small farmhouse, to a couple livestock or wild animals, they returned to the Guild, Asterin always feeling a sense of accomplishment after a good hunt, which in this case, was only a couple goats, but having her own free time,away from the annoying mortals, and especially tasting the fear on the air...there was nothing more satisfying. Everything was going beautifully.
Until she stalked into her private quarters.


“Why is it,” her grandmother said by way of greeting, pacing the room, teeth always out, “that I have to hear from gods-damned Violet that a runty, and yet powerful sorcerer appeared in the Guild Hall three days ago, not only that, but brings news that Turneval has returned? Why is it that I am in the middle of a meeting, planning our next travel destination, and the other High Witches tell me that you haven’t joined the useless wizard in his quest to stop Turneval therefore aren’t doing you’re duty as Blackblood Heir?”

Spies. The High Witches of the other two clans had spies on her.
​

Asterin glimpsed the flash of nails before they raked down her cheek. Not hard enough to scar, but enough to bleed.

“You and that beast are an embarrassment,” her grandmother hissed, teeth snapping in her face. “All I want is for you to to do you’re duty and show the other High Witches that you will be the Heir to find us a home and not their own weak Heirs. Conquer us a land to be Queens, not just High Witches, Asterin. And you are doing your best to ruin it.” Asterin kept her eyes on the ground. Her grandmother dug a nail into her chest, cutting through her red cloak, piercing the flesh right above her heart. “Has your heart melted?”

“No.”

“No,” her grandmother sneered. “No, it cannot melt, because you do not have a heart, Asterin. We are not born with them, and we are glad of it.” She pointed to the stone floor. “Why is it that I am informed today that the Yellowfang Heir’s spies saw a gods-damned elf wandering around this Guild and you’ve done nothing but ignore her? They are our rivals, Asterin. Liars and weaklings. ”

Asterin blinked, but that was all the surprise she let show. Killing a Guild member would result in getting thrown out of the Guild. And losing all important ties to the useless creatures. Although it was very clear Asterin was tempted on multiple occasions to end the elf... Another slice to the face, marring the other cheek.

“You will join the sorcerer on his quest, Asterin. I don’t care if Turneval splatters you himself. If you live, you had better pray to the Darkness that you kill him. Because if you don’t . . .” Her grandmother sliced a nail across Asterin’s throat. A scratch to set the blood running.

And a promise.


Her grandmother left soon after. After Asterin cleaned off the blood, though the scars were still fresh on her face and perfectly visible, Asterin found herself storming towards the training yard. Briskly striding right past the strange smelling man, Cyrus, whom she was tempted to kill now more then ever. She ignored whatever magicians did in their time, keeping her burnt gold eyes filled with rage focused ahead as she nearly ran at the target, her chromium teeth and nails out as she approached the nearest target throwing her red cloak on the ground beside her in a rage started to pummel the target dummy with a furious, blinding speed, channeling all her rage into, yet her movements trained to perfection, every movement practiced with lethal grace as she hit the target dummy again, and again, and again. She was much faster then any normal mortal, and stronger, and she didn’t stop even as the dummy began to break. She and her Eleven trained weekly. She had been training herself into a deadly instrument since she could walk. It was all she was.

A breathing, deadly, and terrifying weapon.


Mentioned: Cyrus Birdsie , Veth Fable


Interaction: Open

 

[lightdrago]

Jason Crowe
Fort Black Courtyard
Birdsie
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Jason quietly murmured to himself, reciting the information he read from the novel Cyrus gave him. For the past three days, he's been reading the many pages and chapters it contained. The first night got it he didn't get a lick of sleep as he was too enticed by the idea of it. He read up more on the history of shadow magic and came across interesting spells on how to further manipulate it.

He did as he was instructed and read the various basic spells listed, even going as far to flipping through the book to read some more complex ones. Jason grew excited at the prospect of mastering these spells in order to utilize. Thieving would become so much easier.

Jason's practiced a little, showing Cyrus what he learned, and he believes his shadow manipulation is getting slightly better. He's beginning to make his shadows tendrils to become sharp instead of it being blunt, but he hasn't properly pierced through any solid objects yet. However, he has been making progress in that pathway, and soon enough he believes he could pierce a few trees, maybe even a sturdy boulder, in one go! Jason had been practicing the other spells he'd read in the book, but he felt focusing on one technique than multiple would be better.

The past three days have been hectic. News travels fast and the country quickly reacted. Cyrus showing up really stirred up a reaction. Jason thought the panic caused in the Guild was something. To see how the entire world just turned on each other in the span of three days? Jeez.

Jason already sent a letter to Dorn before, warning him to be extra careful in the coming future. He’s concerned for the man that brought him in, and sent some gold Dorn’s way. However, Dorn’s clever himself. Jason won’t fret too much over him.

He is currently unsure of their chances. Cyrus was right after all. Hardly anyone in the Guild was a goddamn hero. He never claimed to be one either. The spells he’s taken up are more purely for self preservation and self interest. He’ll go to the Black Forest, but if everything become too troublesome and he begins to suffer a track chance of dying, Jason’ll most likely split. No need for him to die on a doomed mission.

Jason made his way towards the courtyard, running through the various spells that he read when he saw a person sitting in the distance. Upon closer inspection, Jason found it to be Ellis, and he looked like he was... meditating? Whatever, Jason saw this a prime opportunity to cause slight havoc. Casting muffle, Jason walked towards Ellis, careful to not make a sound. Once he was close enough, he bent down and blurted out a "What are you doing?” in an attempt to surprise Ellis.

Regardless of his reaction, Jason laughed all the same.

 

[Reinhardt]

Bianca Ensyreia
Location: Training Yard
Interactions: Cyrus ( Birdsie )

It's been three days and the world's already in chaos. It seems like the old man's tale isn't just any ordinary tale. Although Bianca may have some hint of knowledge on these historical shenanigans, she never really cared about them. Until now, that is. After all, when the fate of the world is at stake, she will do what she has always done, back when the Einherjar still existed - she will fight, with all that she has.

In the past few days, a lot has occurred upon the Guild. Some members decided to leave and hide, while those that remained were under constant, rigorous training. Of course, that includes Bianca. While the training doesn't really strain her that much, she still somewhat dislikes it - merely for the fact that it was preparing them for the worst that is to come.

Fortunately, Bianca has found some time for herself today. As she walked to leave the training grounds, she saw the old man isolated somewhere, with a fallen golem laid before him, its body slowly crumbling away. Approaching the elderly wizard, she decided to commune with him.

"Old man.", she called onto him. "You really think we can do this? The world looks like they've already given up."

 

[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:
Vesryn ( LoneSniper87 )
Terra ( Octo Girl ) [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]Emily looked up from her book and stared at Vesryn then at the newcomer. "Huhhh." Emily closed her book, pulled out an application form and a pen, and looked at Terra. "Alright. I'll fill out the form for you. Just tell me about yourself." Emily twirled the pen around her hand with a bored look on her face. "Oh, and Vesryn, are you recommending her or just showing up how to apply?"

(ooc: please link your CS sheets) [/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]

 

[Hanarei]

​

Location: Leaving Guildmaster's Office - On Route to Cyrus Workshop
Interacting with
None (Open for Interaction)

A frustrated sigh escaped Risa's lips as she finished reading yet another letter of rejection from yet another guild privy to 'weathering things out' over having any desire to aid in the fight. It seemed as if cowardice was the chosen path most elected for when it came to some threat going beyond a group of helpless bandits or a rat infestation taking up residence in some poor innkeeper's strangely large basement. It was far from the most ideal situation to be in. Truth be told she couldn't even fathom just how powerful Turenval truly was, but she knew it wasn't something she should in anyway underestimate. As far as she understood his servants weren't even that of the typical magic affair making it that much of an issue for herself. Her abilities had been focused around magic, something that wouldn't likely be very useless against such foes.

"Hopefully the old man is actually helpful in training the others. This entire situation feels like it is a bad idea to begin with.... but the only option we might have. I really hope that slim chance that the wizard is just senile and is mistake ends up being true.... it would save a lot of hassle if it was." She spoke to herself standing up from her desk. With all the paperwork she had to handle as Guildmaster it was time she went to have a talk with Cyrus, and potentially attempt to train her own self. She needed to be prepared as much as possible herself to defend the guild and those within it herself. Then again, it was possible she might end up finding herself preoccupied with other Guild affairs. Being the leader of a Guild of Heroes was a job that often meant there was a constant need for her presence somewhere. It helped to make her really crave a drink at this point.

Risa stepped out from her office, clothing the door behind her. She touched her hand on the door handle causing the door to glow working to lock it off from anyone but herself to open. Not the most complex form of lock but it was more effective then a simple lock and key. She wandered down the halls heading over to see Cyrus and how the training might be going for those taking part in it. Her own mind drifted into thought pondering what she could do with the upcoming battle with Turenval's return.

 

[LostHaven]

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Faust Windfallow -- Fort Black West Wall -- Interacting with Asterin ( Ms. Sparrow )​

How many nights has it been? Faust rarely bothered to count days- his were almost unlimited, after all. Leaping off the frozen platform, the necromancer called for his undead to step off from the platform. As the final undead stepped off the platform of ice, Faust made a gesture with his hand, and the entire construction site of ice dissipated, leaving behind a shiny new wall, almost as good as new. "Now somebody needs to put protection magic on it." Sighing, Faust plopped on to the ground, leaning against his newly repaired wall. Over the past few days, the tension among Albion and its neighboring countries suddenly skyrocketed. People would have absolutely nothing to do with Albion's problems, essentially leaving them at the mercy of the demilich. The letters sent to the guildmaster was particularly infuriating as well- all of the Guild's forts, save for Fort Black would fight alongside the living. And Faust would be dead if Risa found out he was snooping in her office. Thank god he can snoop around very late at night. The idea of teleporting to the forts under the guise of one of Turenval's servants and giving them a beatdown came across the elder lich's head several times, although Faust had restrained himself from doing so. Nonetheless, the actions of the mortals irritated Faust. Instead of banding together against a common threat, they each went their own ways, essentially throwing Albion into disarray.

"Ah, not my problem anyway... Somebody has to guard the vault, the chances of it getting stormed are quite high now..." He muttered to himself. Lifting himself to his two feet, Faust admired his handiwork on the west wall one more time, before he and his workforce of undead were all teleported to the east wall. "Same deal as before," Faust commanded his creations, which swiftly set to work. Muttering incantations under his mask, Faust waved his hand across the air, as stairs and platforms of ice appeared against the wall. Faust decided that he would give himself a break, before returning to tediously fixing that wall. "Is that really ok?" Faust wondered, gazing at the undead, working harder than Faust had in the past century. Shrugging, he reminded himself that those were low-level undead. They barely even had sentience, and just blindly follow the orders of their summoner. For fuck's sake, Faust treated his undead so much better than most other necromancers. Shrugging once more, Faust slowly strolled toward the training yard- he'd expect many guildsmen training. They were supposedly about to walk right into Turenval's doorstep, apparently.

Since Faust was at the west wall, the training yard was already within vision. Walking closer, he could already make out several figures, each absorbed in what they were doing. Cyrus appeared to be assisting other guild members in their issues. And then, there was this one scary looking woman. Don't get me wrong though, in Faust's (nonexistent) eyes, Risa would always take the throne as scariest woman alive, but this person clearly cuts it close. Observing her, one point was clear to him- this woman wasn't something to be messing around with. Whomever this person was, they were clearly a seasoned killer- every move she made on the unfortunate training dummy was cut to perfection, each strike refined, clearly practiced to be swift and utterly flawless. What's more, was that her golden eyes were consumed with rage. Under the right circumstances, anger and fury would indefinitely become a powerful weapon. "But why the poor dummy? What did it ever do to her?" Faust asked himself jokingly. While he somewhat understood that the training golems may very possibly have emotions, Faust was absolutely certain that the training dummies did not.

Normally, under any normal circumstances, it would've probably taken a boatload of courage to approach this woman, let alone even attempt pulling her strings. Faust however, being the idiot he was, decided to come up with the most infuriating greeting he could possibly make up. "Sup, goldie-eyes," he greeted Asterin... What was with Faust and giving scary women nicknames based on their eyes? "You look like you got boned. What's wrong, why are you pissed so early? " He asked casually, leaning on a training dummy adjacent to the one Asterin was currently beating up. "Did your mom scold you or some shit?" He joked, completely oblivious to the fact that he may have hit closer to the truth than he had expected.

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Ka’sha Stonejaw
Dining Hall
LostHaven ​

It’s been three days now, but Ka’sha is still on edge and extremely nervous. She’s currently hiding, well trying to anyway, from Auriel, the fallen angel she had met three days ago. To be honest, she couldn’t remember everything that had exactly happened. She remembered bits and pieces, she remembered the signing up for a highly dangerous and most likely lethal mission, she remembered having a drink, sharing a drink, having her drink taken from her, punching someone, then a fight ensued, then nothing. Honestly, she wasn’t even sure if that had happened, but those things are irrelevant compared to what happened next.

She woke up and her brain felt like it wanted to burst out of her head to enjoy the sunshine and dance in the rain. Once she finally manage to take a look around, she noticed that she wasn’t in her room. Then, she noticed that she wasn’t wearing anything, at all. It’d probably freak anyone out yeah? But then she looked to her side and found a woman, a beautiful one but Ka’sha’s brain was not focusing on that right now. Because that woman was as naked as Ka’sha, who in turn was as naked as the woman. Her brain turned off for a few seconds, and when it finally decided to turn back on, Ka’sha shot right up from the bed, no doubt destroying it in the process, hurriedly got dressed, collected her things, and scooped up her still sleeping griffin and bolted out of the room.

And ever since then she has been hiding from Auriel, which she wasn’t doing a good job of considering that, even when sitting, she’s still taller than most people. Now that she’s got time to think, Ka’sha knew that she shouldn’t have freaked out. That she should have talked it through with the woman, figure out what happened and resolve it neatly. But nope, there’s no doing that now. The window of opportunity has long shut, so now she’s just nervously trying to hide in the dining hall, which was another stroke of genius her brain came up with, and tried to wait for the mission so she can leave this place.

 

[LoneSniper87]

Vesryn Galanodel Alteras

"Yeah, I'd recommend her. She is pretty capable, but could improve." He said, glancing back at Terra. "You ready for this? These aren't exactly easy." He warned her, stepping away from the desk.