Fantasy A Guild of Heroes: Song of Champions

[Axel The Englishman]

Erald Wimstanton
The Guild Hall - Courtyard

Three days had passed by, ever since Gunny and that wizard arrived to the Guild of Heroes' headquarters. News had spread quickly across the land like a wildfire, and already the consequences of loose lips was beginning to plunge Gael into a state of panic, and brought the rest of Gaia down with it. Ever since, Gunny found it difficult to go to sleep. He was only able get in a couple hours before the anticipation of the upcoming battle awoke him from his slumber each night. Most of his time was spent in the courtyard, pondering whether he’d live to see his future creations. A silly thing to do, but he still carried on.

Today was no different. Once again he was in the courtyard, tending to his weapon. He wanted to make sure that it was suitable for combat. That it was ready for when the enemy arrives. There was no way of knowing when they would come, but everything had to be ready when they did. Getting caught off guard would bring about fatal consequences.

Gunny thought about heading towards the training yard. There were others honing their skills in preparation for the upcoming battle, and Gunny would need to do exactly the same if he wanted to survive. He decided he would go, but would relax for a few more minutes. He might as well allow himself to be absorbed by the environment. To enjoy it whilst it lasts.

(Open to Interaction)​

 

[Archdemon]

Viska
Location: Dining Hall
Action: Talking with Ka'Sha cause she's nice

Viska woke up early in the morning because Cyrus left her homework and spell studying last night, he was super cool. The way he explains magic, incantations, and spell movements was like so radical. So she began studying gleefully with this giant book on top of her legs as she sat in a chair. She mimicked the movements and incantations she was supposed to do and always near the end she'd giggle madly. Then her stomach started growling, she was hungry, she needed food, she wanted Apple Juice.

So she left towards the dining hall, paying no mind to the dread and terror that filled the hearts of people in the outside world. In all of Albion, no in probably the whole world, Viska was probably the Happiest and most Optimistic about Turneval's return. She figured that maybe the great evil dude just needed a hug and a friend and he would become no longer a bad dude cause he got friends! Of course Viska knows nothing about him but whatever.

When she arrived she saw Ka'Sha sitting there, trying to hide? Or at least make her seem smaller than she actually was. Viska grabbed her food and a lot of Apple juice boxes and sat down next to the big Lizard Lady, and offered her a Juice box.

"Good Morning! Apple Juice?"

CrimsonEclipse

 

[Octo Girl]

Terra gave a pump of her fist, as she was in her disguised even form. "I'm ready." she said. "Well.... My name is Terra Chivern...." she said as she listed off the parts of her that seemed important to sign up as she answered any questions Emily asked her. Though she did say she preferred not to answer when it came to race.

Alteras LoneSniper87

(will link cs in discord and tag you)

 

[Fable]

[div class=fyurifauxtabs]Veth | Training Yard | Open for Interaction | Mentions Ki'Tavi ( One Mean Ghost ) Bem ( Noble Scion ) Ellis ( Birdsie ) Bianca ( Reinhardt ) Asterin ( Ms. Sparrow )[/div]
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Spoiler: Three Days Intro

Veth had released the newt as requested and hoped that he would manage to find a way to return to his true form and apologize. She interfered in that matter no more, instead going into the dormitory and staring at the small desk inside desk for an unknown time. She was hesitant to write to them, her clan, because the chances of them reading any message from the outside was slim. However, she had to at least try than leave herself with the feeling of worry that they'd not be prepared for the coming dangers. She wrote a quick letter, folding the paper and using a wax seal to keep it closed. Veth opened the window of the room she was residing in and threw it out, using her power over the wind to direct the letters path. If she had sent a letter pigeon, they would have shot it down. Now all she could do was hope that they'd read it.

She wouldn't write to her company, they had eyes and ears everywhere and she did not doubt the moment something was heard by them, that they'd begin to prepare.

Over the next three days, Veth divided her time between the guild library and training. Most of the subjects she studied were written histories of the last time Turenval was present. Each one was written from a different perspective, but didn't give such a great insight into the lich that would give anyone the upper hand. She trained alone for those three days, wondering if her message was receive or ignored.

Veth decided to seek out Cyrus, she had some questions and though she didn't wish to disturb him, he was the only one who could truly answer them. He had been there at that time, he was living history. She needed to know more than just the skewed perspective of the historical archives, she needed to know more about the enemy. Her blade rested against her backside, she'd decided to always keep it on her person at all times since Cyrus' appearance and warnings. Perhaps she would be able to inquire about that interesting void in his hat and how she might acquire such a thing so she'd not have to drag her belongings in a large and burdensome pack.

She went to this study, but got no reply as she knocked on the door. Then she went into the courtyard, spotting Ellis easily. She glanced around as she heard a feminine voice and spotted the bee-looking one resting in a tree with Ki'Tavi. She said nothing to them and continued to search for the wizard, spotting more unfamiliar guild members. Not finding him there, she heading towards the training yard. As she got closer she could hear others speaking and training. She casually entered the training yard, spotting the one she was searching for already speaking to another, a female swordsman. There was another unknown woman there as well, attacking the faux targets.

Veth decided to wait, not wishing to disturb Cyrus' conversation with the swordswoman. She debated on whether or not to train against them golems or run the gauntlet. As she wasn't sure how long or short her wait would be, she opted to go against the golems. She pointed a those who were wearing steel, three lurching forward as she motioned for them to come at her. She allowed them to surround her, and they moved to attack without any signal from her.

At first she just evaded the attacks, she wouldn't be able to use her sword to cut through steel, she needed to find a weak spot and an opening. The gaps in the steel armor were her targets and when one golem raised it arms, she removed her sword from its sheath and impaled it into the exposed clay, twisting the blade to create further damage and the arm to break off noisily to the ground.

[div class=fyurifauxtabs]Drui | Courtyard | Interaction: Ellis ( Birdsie ) [/div]
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[/div]Drui probably should have left the guild soon after she had arrived. However, she didn't. It was made clear that only guild members were permitted to remain within the fort, so she ended up deciding to sign herself up as a guild member. Access to a room, food, and a bar? She'd take it! Sure, she knew that meant she had to some work other than that of her current one, but she didn't mind. She wasn't willing at this time to go into the Dark Forest, though she felt that perhaps she should at least try. That perhaps by being valiant and brave, a protector of the world, she'd manage to break free of her physical restraints and become more than a wandering goddess.

While she awaited whatever other requirements she needed to fulfill other than signing her name, she wandered around the fort. She spent most of her time entertaining in the great dining hall and drinking, but there were times she could be find wandering around the guild library searching for something. It was today that she overheard Ellis muttering to himself in the library about the Dark Forest. She peeked around a bookcase in time to see him leaving and she grinned to herself, deciding to follow after the interesting boy.

When Ellis sat down in the courtyard, she waltzed over and sat down next to him, leaning over to look at his face. "You don't seem to be the serious type, and yet here you are looking quite severe." She stretched her arms up and the laid back onto the grass, looking completely unbothered. "You can share with me y'know, what's troubling you. As a goddess I am inclined to listen to mortals like yourself."

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[Bakuyoshi]

Saia
Heroes guild entrance, Walking to Guildmasters office
Attempting to interact with: Risa ( Hanarei )
Saia sighed as she walked into the guild. Today marked her third day being here but she hardly knew anyone. So she started heading for the dining hall where a good amount of people always hung out before realizing she still had to speak with the Guildmaster regarding something that had been in her head for the past few days. After a small amount of time she found the office and proceeded to knock. "Excuse me Guildmaster, I wished to ask a few questions. I mean if you aren't busy."

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Asterin Blackblood

Location: Training Yard



Strike after strike the durable dummy easily began to chip under her strikes. She didn’t need a weapon or magic to tear people apart. Her cheeks still slightly stung from the fresh slashed across them, and her neck, courtesy of her grandmother. At least she’d gotten the bleeding to stop. She listened intently to her surroundings, alert and aware, even in her rage. Perhaps she’d take Braxon out hunting. Snatch a couple lone farmers. They were always good game. Witches didn’t need blood to survive, but mortals didn’t need wine either. There was a splitting cracking noise as she delivered a swift kick to dummy’s head, resulting in a large crack to run alongside its head. Asterin was easily one of the best fighters in the Guild, having centuries to hone herself into the heartless weapon she was raised to be. Yet, on the outside, one could never tell. She looked younger then most members here, having the face of an eighteen year-old human proved to have its advantages. Such as appearing completely harmless, and being able to bed mortals easily. Especially when she wore a dress. Which was a large rarity unless it was required of her.

After her grandmother left, Asterin had changed into a simple off white, long-sleeved tunic that she hadn’t bothered to tie at the neck, which hung loosely off her, but still managed to show off some curves with her moves, some simple dark brown, leather, form-fitting pants that’s wasnt too tight, and some black riding boots tied up and long enough to just barely touch her knees.

Her rage had hardly begun to recede before a human—an annoyingly human voice—broke the beloved silence she was enjoying so much. She ignored his nickname for her, her only response a growl as she punched the dummy in the stomach. Another crack.

But no, this annoying fool kept talking. But when he mentioned being scolded....

Asterin stopped, and slowly turned towards him. She grinned, two perfect rows of gleaming chromium teeth, as sharp as knives, smiled a terrifying smile towards. She stalked a couple feet closer. But her eyes...burnt gold eyes full of ice stared at him. In mortal eyes, usually there would be something else but ice, a flicker of emotion, something, anything. But it was all ice. She fixed him with her icy stare, still grinning as she stalked towards him, her chromium nails scraping along the wall until it reach the dummy his hand rested on and stopped, inches from his hand.

“I have nothing to sate you’re foolish amusement,” Asterin drawled before she added, her grin growing wider, “unless you’d like to be target practice.” Her eyes averted to his neck, as if she contemplated taking a bite out of him right there. Still, her fresh scars were still quite visible if he looked close enough. One for each cheek, and one for her neck, red along her pale porcelain skin.

Interaction: LostHaven​

 

[Birdsie]

Ellis | Fort Black Courtyard |
Interacting: lightdrago Fable
Nearby: Axel The Englishman One Mean Ghost BlackJack Noble Scion ​

(based on a very unfortunate Discord roll)

As Ellis kept meditating, something went wrong. Ellis felt his meridians kick into high-gear, and they began spewing out mana at an unprecedented rate. Unaided by his mind, his soul was like atrophied muscle mass that hasn't even twitched in over ten years, spazzing out haphazardly at anything in range. Ellis held the energy in and tried to strangle it inside of himself.

Ellis maintained his concentration, and slowly, the energy was being snuffed out. His meridians were slowing down.

He felt the power trembling, and then, he heard a familiar voice. It startled him, but not enough to break his concentration. It was Drui. Ellis didn't even feel the slight frown of dismay that appeared on his face.

Uncharacteristically, Ellis snapped at her in a rough voice, "Not interested." For a split-second, he almost broke and Drui could feel a singular wave of power emit from him, like a pit of fire that was opened just for a moment and then closed instantly.

Ellis regained his grounding and breathed in. He kept his focus up and the meridians slowed down further, it was almost safe to let go. Almost.

"What are you doing?" One, shocking, unexpected question from nowhere, said more loudly than it should have been. Ellis flinched and everything in his mind turned to chaos, and with it, everything in his soul.

The bard's eyes opened and let out silver light, not in the normal sense. The light moved as if though it was a liquid, unaffected by gravity, and spilled out at an alarming rate.

Individual strands of grass prostrated themselves around them, while the branches and leaves of the trees started shaking and flailing without visible cause or wind. Nearby reflective surfaces distorted and broke. The statues of ancient heroes vibrated intensely, and their eyes wept a sticky, red liquid slowly despite not being organic.

The grass and trees around them suddenly went ablaze. The shards of broken glass, as well as small pebbles and dirt particles all began to float a meter above the ground, slowly moving in various directions. Everyone in a large radius would both feel an unease entering their stomachs, bringing them heavy, sharp discomfort, while mages and other beings with a nature related to magic would get a dull migraine.

Ellis felt a fever coming, his body got heated up. He tried to focus, but couldn't, so he stood up instead. He breathed in, but the smell of burnt wood and smoke lingering in the air made it difficult; he coughed.

This continued for five, maybe six seconds. Despite there being no storms, small arcs of lightning began to coil in the clouds but did not yet shoot out. The fire gained an almost sentience and began to lash out at anything nearby, trying to 'move' in the direction of large objects or living creatures.

Eight more seconds passed, as this went on.

He blinked several times and the silver in his eyes disappeared before anything else could happen. He once again began snuffing out everything inside of him, as he breathed in, trying to find air in the noxious smoke. The objects fell to the ground, the fire weakened and disappeared in seconds, and the unease went away. The lightning shot out toward the ground outside the Fort, but it stopped gathering.

The smell of burnt wood lingered in the air as Ellis stood up, clutching the side of his head and feeling dizzy.

He looked up at Jason with a defeated look, speaking slowly and erratically, "I know..." He stopped, pausing to take a big breath of air. "I know I'm a bard... but never do that again. I... ugh... have such a headache... right... now..."

Cyrus of Trostenwald | Training Yard > Courtyard | Reinhardt Fable Bakuyoshi ​

"The world is none of our concern," Cyrus answered her sternly. "A friend of mine once said that he'd save everyone that needed it, but when he found himself incapable of it, he broke. One must set realistic goals for themselves. It is a matter of course that the world will be hurt, like an animal with a heavy boot trampling its throat. What matters is that we save as many as we can, so that the animal doesn't stop breathing."

He reached into his robe to take his pipe in his hand, but froze a moment after. Cyrus' eyes turned to the exit of the training yard. The wizard outright dropped his staff and ran, leaving it there. He ran toward the courtyard without a word and probably with good reason; whisks of smoke moved into the sky from there and lightning gathered in the clouds.

Cyrus stopped in the gateway conjoining the training yard and courtyard. He saw a good chunk of the grass in the courtyard set aflame, with trees all around it much the same. Statues wept blood and pieces of glass and dirt floated around, bumping into his robe and bouncing off.

He began to channel his energy without hesitation, to cast an anti-magic field and figure out who did this, but he stopped when all of the effects ceased at a moment's notice. As the fire and smoke cleared, he saw the perpetrator standing in the epicenter of the catastrophe.

Cyrus reached his hand out and his staff shot from its place in the training yard, flying until it met his clasped hand. He moved forward, then yelled, "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill us all? Explain this madness, boy!" His furrowed eyebrows suggested strong anger.

Ellis didn't have the willpower to argue with an old man. Not here, not now. Not with this headache. His thoughts were a jumbled mess and he said what his brain picked best for short-term communication,"I was... meditating."

"Meditating?" His eyebrows perked up, but he was still angry.

"But... I..." He wanted to say he was interrupted, but Cyrus interjected.

"Enough! A few more chaos bursts from you and this Fort would be up in flames! And do you know who'd have to extinguish them?"

"Y-You, s-sir?"

"Exactly right," Cyrus clarified, as he stabbed his finger in Ellis' chest accusingly, then removed it and instead scolded him. "Never use magic again until you learn to control it. Start with the basics, for crying out loud! What were you meditating so hard about that this happened?"

"A vision."

"Vision? Speak."

"A dream, actually... It's not important... er, not relevant, I mean. To the... the situation at hand."

"It is if it endangers the establishment, especially at a time like this." Cyrus raised his staff and it glowed with a bright light. His voice was much calmer now. "I hereby banish you from Fort Black, until you've either given up on meditating or found your answers."

"Hang on, what? I-"

"Do you wish to give up on it, then?" He asked, lowering his staff.

"I don't-- I... I... n-no. No, I don't," he answered, his heart sinking into his chest at Cyrus' harsh response.

"Then get out." Cyrus gave him a cruel look. "Get out and don't come back until you've learned to at least meditate properly. If you can't even focus on your own, what good are you at researching visions? Do so now, unless you wish for me to teleport you outside myself. You have half an hour to pack your things." Cyrus turned around, preparing to leave and go back to the training yard.

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Ki'Tavi

Location: Tree in the courtyard
Interacting with: Noble Scion

Ki'Tavi's ears perked up as he heard a subtle buzzing approaching him. He recognized the bee woman, Bem, he believed her name was, as she approached him. He wondered what she wanted, watching her approach before she landed herself on his lap.

"Hello 'Human'! Are you a male, or a female? I am Bem! Nice too meet you!"

Kit blinked as her breast floof was suddenly in his face as she practically lay on him. He'd known for some time that some races were particularly affectionate, but he hadn't thought her species was one of them. He looked up at her through the floof with a chuckle. Frankly, he couldn't exactly complain about having a woman on his lap so willingly.

"Are you always this affectionate with first meetings?" Kit inquired with a raised eyebrow as he watched her, wary of where her stinger was at, just in case this was some kind of ruse to attack him. Though, it was difficult to imagine her having nefarious intentions. With her in this close proximity, he could smell the sweet scent of various flowers. Everything about her approach was innocuous in intention. Given her questions, it was evident she wasn't too clear on humans. "My name is Ki'Tavi, though I'm not exactly a human. I'm a Cat-Person. I'm most definitely male, though" He remarked with a slight purr in his voice.

As Ellis let out his magics, the tree they were in started to shake pretty wildly. Ki'Tavi held onto Bem's hips, tangling a leg in the branches to steady himself in spite of the shaking of the tree. Even with Bem on top of him, his balance remained impeccable. When the shaking stopped and the tree became still again, he still held onto her. "You alright, Bem?" He inquired, glancing up at her before looking for the source of the disturbance with his ears pinned back. Whatever that was, it wasn't exactly welcome. Ironically, Bem's misguided close contact made it rather easy for Kit to ensure she didn't fall.

Even now, though, he made no real effort to move her, given she clearly had no intention of stinging him.

 

[Noble Scion]

Bem the Apianian

Spoiler: Appearance

Precariously perched upon the man that had made itself known as a cat-person, Bem simple smiled sweetly at how silly she felt performing what she had assumed as a standard act for the humans. "Oh no! This is foreign to me too, really. I saw one of the other humans doing it a few days ago, I thought it was a standard greeting. So far it seems pretty fun, and rather unique to what I'm used to. This is affectionate? I wonder what the humans, and you, I assume, find intimate! Our standard greeting goes like this" Bem laughed as she remained on top of Ki'tavi before gripping his head gently and placing her lips upon his vibrating her wings in what appeared to be her own unique tune, in a short, but sweet gesture, leaving the taste of honey upon his lips and a soft buzzing coursing through his body as some of the sweet substance dripped down her lips. "Ew.. You taste bitter... Usually the taste is how we get a good impression, along with the tune, but I believe that all creatures of this world are bound to taste bad. Am I correct? Not to mention you all don't appear to have wings.. It must make buzzing very difficult." She buzzed, the thought of how long she was supposed to remain upon him dawning upon her. The woman had done it until she had finished talking.. So Bem didn't make any effort to get off. "I don't know how the humans find this position comfortable, I have my chest straight in your face.. But it's nice to meet you Kitve." The apianian warrior smiled, shortening his name down to more easily fit her tongue. "I find it difficult to differentiate between the males and females of your race, from what I can tell, the females seem to have the larger upper bodies, which is the opposite from what I'm used to. I can certainly tell you're a male now though!" she grinned as she felt a slight prodding from lower down, she adjusted her body slightly away from it to a more comfortable position on the man's legs.

A sudden gust of wind, along with a variety of other unpleasant waves seemed to course over her, disorientating Bem and threatening to throw her straight off the tree with their sudden force, but the cat-person seemed to immediately react and place his hands around her waist, pinning her to him and preventing her from falling. "That song... So loud and ferocious! I don't think any apiana could buzz that cruelly.." she mumbled to herself as she straightened herself up, misinterpreting it as a similar part of her own culture. "How terrifying.. The songs are soft and gentle. They must be distressed." she frowned as she turned to look towards the source, but found herself incapable of seeing through the leaves. "Can you do that? If so, may I listen to your song?" she smiled once more, the fleeting hint of disturbance at the wave of magic immediately leaving her person and being replaced with positivity.
One Mean Ghost
mentioned: Fable Birdsie​

 

[SP3CT3R]

Balthazar Bellanthriel
Sustenance Corridor
CrimsonEclipse Archdemon

"I assume you're the culprit behind all of the missing apple products?" Balthazar interjected, before Ka'Sha could respond. He was looking at a diagram of a weapon that he held in his lap, with his free hand lazily pointing at a spoon that hovered above an empty plate.
Balthazar looked up from the drawing and added, "For real, though, you probably shouldn't take food from the kitchens unless you plan on eating it. It's a nice gesture, but with Laurellia cutting us off, we probably shouldn't let food go bad. And if people find out about the ice room, they'll all want their own.
As Balthazar talked, the sooon he was levitating twisted itself into a knot. Then it clattered to the floor, and Balthazar jumped a little before bending down to observe it. "Shit."

 

[Axel The Englishman]

Erald Wimstanton
The Guild Hall - Courtyard

Gunny had enjoyed the spare minutes he wasted away. Such precious moments would soon become a rarity, as the forces of those who opposed Albion and its principles were drawing nearer each passing hour. Gunny had spent enough time lazing about. Work had to be done, and Gunny needed to improve himself in every aspect. The days that would follow were going to be hard and painful, but such a feeling was necessary. Gunny was going to make sure he would not die. That he would live on to see his ideas become realities.

And then the flames appeared. Out of nowhere. It couldn’t have been an attack. Gunny would have noticed the volley of oil-tipped arrows if such a thing was true. The smell of burning wood lingered in the air. Whether or not it was an attack, standing idle would produce no resolve. Action had to be taken immediately. Gunny grabbed the strap to his weapon and charged towards the smell of the inferno. He loaded a round and pulled back on the hammer crank. He readied himself to meet what could be his enemy.

As Gunny approached the entrance to the training yard, the intensity of blaze had dulled. It was no longer as magnificent as it was earlier. It appeared that the fire was already on the verge of dying out. As he had assumed correctly, this was no attack. But he wasn’t sure what it was at all. Perhaps one of the guild members had delivered a botched spell of fire? But any competent mage would never allow themself to mess up so badly. Then again, this Guild wasn’t composed of the most competent of Heroes.

“Hey! What on Gaia is going on?”

( Birdsie Reinhardt Fable Bakuyoshi )​

 

[lightdrago]

Jason Crowe
Fort Black Courtyard
Birdsie
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Jason wasn’t laughing for very long.

Nature was acting all strange. Something not normal. The trees were shaking yet the wind was not strong enough to do so. Statues were crying blood. Blood! "What the hell?" Jason exclaimed in surprise. He turned to Ellis, wondering if he was the source. "Are you--"

Jason was cut off before he could finish his sentence. He yelped when the grass fired ablaze and Jason shielded his eyes at the sudden brightness and intensity. He clutched his stomach in pain, dropping to one knee. Jason wasn't suffering from any diseases currently, so this sudden onset perplexed him, not to mention the huge uncomfortable sensation in his stomach.

Fire lashed out in his direction, but Jason quickly blocked it with a shadow. On his other side, small arcs of lightning crackled in clouds that suddenly appeared, and Jason was prepared to dash away.

However, all of it stopped. The fires, the lightning, the uncomfortable sensation. All of it just disappeared, without evidence of a trace, not counting the singed pieces of grass and broken pieces of glass strewn all over the area. Jason wobbled when he got up, still feeling a little unsettled. He turned to the statues once more, and while the blood stopped dripping, the stained liquid was still on them. He turned to Ellis and saw that he was suffering from some sort of a headache.

"I know I'm a bard... but never do that again. I... ugh... have such a headache... right... now..." Ellis gasped out.

It took Jason a few seconds to regain his composure. "Geez," Jason said, laughing awkwardly. "If I knew you'd react like that, I wouldn't have---"

His sentence was cut off by the arrival of Cyrus. Ah crap, Jason thought. It wasn't hard to figure out the reason he came here and Cyrus didn't look quite too happy. Jason watched as Cyrus furiously berated Ellis, not quite saying anything until Cyrus expelled him from the Guild. That drew his surprise.

Jason bit the inside of his cheek, unsure of what to do. He really doesn't want to draw the ire of the old man, but then Cyrus would be taking one hundred percent of the blame. Scratching at the back of his neck, a little voice inside in his head kept chanting "Let it go let it go let it go let it go let it go let it--"

"Wait, Cyrus." Damnit.

Jason sighed, slightly sheepish. "Uh, I think the expulsion is a little much. Yeah, the magic was a little uncontrolled..." he said tentatively, careful not to step on any toes, "but I kinda snuck up on him. I'm a bit of a lightfooted person in general, so I tend to sneak up on others. I kinda just wanted to talk so I interrupted his meditation. In retrospect, surprising a person meditating wasn't my best move," he told Cyrus. Of course, Jason didn't really know what he was meditating about, aside from some vision me mentioned. He thought Ellis was just relaxing. "I wasn't really aware of his magical prowess, so if I knew there would be a reaction like that, I would have done a more proper greeting." Jason turned to Ellis. "Sorry about that, man. Didn't exactly thing that was going to happen."

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Ki'Tavi

Location: Tree in the courtyard
Interacting with: Noble Scion

Kit's gaze returned to Bem when she spoke up once more. Even now, he could still taste the honey from her kiss. He supposed that explained why she seemed to have fresh jars of it so often. Compared to that, doubtless anyone outside of her race would taste bitter. Though, it was becoming increasingly clear that this girl didn't know the first thing about people outside of her own species, and that would likely get her in a lot of trouble.

"A sound like that... No, I don't think I could imitate that. Humans, cat-folk, and the like all have songs they can sing, but our songs aren't the same as yours, since we can't buzz like that" Kit explained, by now used to her chest in his face given how she seemed to show no sign of wanting to move despite realizing he was very much male. Eh, it's not like he particularly minded her taking up his lap.

He chuckled a little to himself. "I should probably teach you how humans do things before you get yourself in trouble..." Ki'Tavi murmured, thinking back to the conversation before it was interrupted. Kit's eyes focused on hers. "For starters, humans tend to be a bit more... prudish with their greetings. Me personally, I don't mind you greeting me that way, but some humans may just take offense to it." More like take advantage of it, but it was easier to explain this way.

"I can teach you about normal greetings later" He added. "As for this position.... humans don't sit like this all that often either. A more comfortable position would be more like...." He paused, carefully moving her so that she was sitting sideways on his lap with her head on his shoulder instead of her chest in his face. "Like this, for example, though, again, most humans may find this a bit forward, even if I don't mind you doing it." he explained now that things were more comfortable. "If you have questions about what humans do, feel free to ask" He concluded as he relaxed against the trunk of the tree.

"Let's see.... as for a song...."

Spoiler: thesong

 

[Fable]

[div class=fyurifauxtabs]Veth | Courtyard | Interaction: Bem ( Noble Scion ) Ki'Tavi ( One Mean Ghost ) | Nearby lightdrago [/div]
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[/div]Veth continued fighting against the golems, taking one completely down into a pile of clay and steel, leaving only two left. The golems stopped in their tracks the moment the pulse of magic from Ellis was released. Veth looked at them trying to understand why they had paused, only to hear Cyrus' staff clatter to the ground. She turned to the staff and then towards the direction of the courtyard where things seemed amiss.

She left her sword drawn and rushed out to the courtyard. Were the under attack? They hadn't been prepared for this! She slid to a halt just as she witnessed the staff zoom past her and become grasped in the Wizard's hand. Cyrus was furious with Ellis, shouting so loudly she could hear his words clearly from where she stood. She looked around cautiously at the mayhem, making sure nothing else was going to happen before she finally sheathed her sword.

She walked towards where Ellis and Cyrus were, passing under one of the courtyard trees. Hearing the murmurs of a conversation from the tree, Veth looked up and saw Bem sitting in Ki'Tavi's lap. She sighed and clearled her throat to gain the couple's attention. "Perhaps you two should continue this intimate scene in the privacy of a room, rather than in a tree." Veth's head was pounding and her voice sounded a bit sharp and colder than normal.

Veth continued to to where Cyrus was along with a few others. She stood there silently; listening.

[div class=fyurifauxtabs]Drui | Courtyard | Interaction: Cyrus ( Birdsie ) [/div]
[div class=img2]

[/div]Drui hadn't expected Ellis' reaction to her words. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes as she looked at him. She would has snapped back at him if she had felt a wave of power waft away from him. She sat up suddenly and was about to ask him if he was alright when another voice questioned what Ellis was doing. That was when all hell broke loose. "Shit," she swore under her breath and she scrambled to her feet and then stepped away from the boy warily. She felt her head pounding in pain.

She glanced around with concerned eyes as the power ebbed and affected the physical world. Statues wept, trees trembled, debris floated, fire ravaged the area. The charge or electricity made the atmosphere feel statically charged. There wasn't any place in the courtyard that was safe, so she stayed put, holding her ground and wondering if a hard knock to his head would cease the dangerous magic.

Just as suddenly as the power came, it went and everything just stopped. Drui stood there flabbergasted and before she could utter a word, an old man appeared and thoroughly berated Ellis. The conversation wasn't going well. It seemed like this was all an accident, but the old man was right. Ellis was dangerous being untrained, though she didn't agree with the punishment of exile. "Woah woah, you're going to send him - an untrained magic user - and let him loose out there? He looses his shit out there, he could take out an entire village. He'd be safer kept here with a few precautions wouldn't he?"

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[Hanarei]

​

Location: Guild Halls
Interacting with
Saia Bakuyoshi

Risa looked over as she wandered down the hall, seeing someone she wasn't very familiar with approach the door giving it a knock. She stared back a bit curious. She slowly took a step back, turning around as to walk back towards her office and the woman she wasn't familiar with, catching what she had said. She stopped before her, her hands resting in the pockets of her red jacket as s3he looked quietly on remaing rather cold in her expression. It was a natural defense of hers to keep a much more blank expression when dealing with people she wasn't familiar with.

"I would be careful knocking on the door. It's protected by a magical barrier. If you strike it too hard it can give a nasty kickback that would be sure to send you right on your ass real quick." She spoke quite blunt to the woman. She looked to her in thought. Saia was the name if she recalled it correctly. She tried her best to recall the names of all new members though it was something that usually took a small bit of time for her to get down. She tended to put it as a low priority as far as her memory went, she usually had plenty of time to get to know the new members. Besides, giving it a few days usually helped to weed out the ones who might join and then change their mind about having joined in the first place.

"Saia correct? If you want to talk come walk with me and ask away. I don't mind answering question you might have, so long as it doesn't venture to far away from what I would be willing to tell a new recruit." She spoke quite honestly being up front with her. She figured it wasn't too likely she would ask any questions above her clearance, but it was still good to lay your cards up front. it tended to help cut back on some pointless dialog. Someone was far less likely to ask more prying questions if they had low expectations they might get an answer. She turned a sshe began to walk not giving her much time to response back simply expecting her to follow her down the hall as she kept a slow but steady pace.

 

[Graystone713]

Wobb Gooblesplatsh
The slime returns at long last
​

Wobb had hoped to do MANY quests before his time was up. Instead, the one quest he had chosen took all of his time. But to be fair, the quest was way harder than he thought it would be. It wasn't some uppity flame magus the guild rejected, a wild monster, or even a normal criminal. No, the culprit behind the burnt barns was, in fact, a mercenary. A tough, fast, and ornery one. And they refused to tell Wobb anything about who sent him, why he burnt the barns, or even what company he was with. And it took Wobb a whole three days just to catch him, shove him in a jailer's cart, and convince someone else to take a horse to drive him back to castle black. Horses were spooked around Wobb, because Slimes ate horses. Not Wobb, but other slimes. They ate anything, really. But, that wasn't the point. The point was, that when Wobb finally returned home, the Guild would've already processed and begun interrogating the Merc. He just hoped it would impress Cyrus a little. Maybe he'd even rank up to being Neonate! He was only an apprentice right now. Unless... he got in trouble somehow. He didn't tell the receptionist he was going, so much as leave the poor sleepy fellow with his very wet quest form. Wobb was sure it was fine. The quest WAS listed as apprentice-level... Though it sure didn't FEEL apprentice-level. In fact, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to catch the merc or report him so a higher-level guild member could handle it... Probably... Yeah. Well, there was the desk, there was the slightly less receptive receptionist, and there was an adventurer formally signing up with the guild. That was good! The guild could always use more real heroes. Though he did wonder if those scales were hers or not. It was hard to tell with solid people, sometimes. So he shuffled up to the desk, waved, and said
"Whenyagoddasec, Quest dun. Tuwning id in."
and smiled. Yeah, he was fine. This was fine. There was no way he was in trouble now. She actually looked not-mad! He could wait his turn.

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow -- Training Yard -- Interacting With Asterin ( Ms. Sparrow )​

Hmm, Faust may have pissed this young woman off more than he had anticipated. Especially that menacing smile, oh lord. According to experience, the wider the evil grin, the madder they are. Goddammit, that comment about getting scolded was too far, huh? She had completely ignored him, up until he had that comment- was she looking down on him? Because he sounded human? "Humans can be useful too, you know," he muttered quietly. Two faint blue orbs stared into Asterin's golden eyes- unless one were observant enough, they wouldn't even notice the tiniest hint of blue behind that silver mask. Those eyes- in them, Faust saw his own heart. Frozen and still, no warmth nor life.

"That scar." Faust thought out loud. "Where did that come from? It looks fresh." Had she been attacked in her living quarters? Judging from what he's already seen, Asterin didn't look like a person to be easily injured by mere assassins... Completely ignoring her threat of making him target practice, the elder lich went on- "If you were attacked inside Fort Black, you should probably report it to somebody- lest there be an assassin among us." He advised. However, soon after, the air around the cloaked figure suddenly turned unnaturally cold in an instant. "Unless of course, you're working against us, and was just punished for failing an assignment." Each word he spoke left shadowy echoes trailing after each word. Faust usually does this to scare the living hell out of newbies, though he highly doubted that would work on that thing. Then, all of a sudden, the cold air disappeared, as he opened his arms as if beckoning Asterin. "But of course, I'm more than happy to be target practice. By all means, hit me with all you've got. Stab me like I'm your worst enemy, I dare you." He challenged, in a mocking tone.

 

[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]As Emily quickly filled out the form for Terra Chivern, Emily looked up every once and while to gauge the girl. A brawler huh... She was concerned that Terra asked not to fill out the race section of the form, but wasn't overly concerned. It was a common occurrence for newcomers with some circumstances, but that wouldn't change anything. Any and all gossip eventually reaches Emily, so she'll find out in the end. Hell, the news about that hotheaded Abdival turning into a newt came to her practically immediately. She laughed her hat off and rolled around the floor for a solid ten minutes.

"The form is more or less filled out. Please check to see that it is all correct." Emily handed the documents over to Terra. She filled out a lot more than what Terra said just based on her intuition. "I'll be proctoring your combat exam. Don't worry, I don't bite. Besides, if one of us loses a limb, Vesryn will fix us up~" Emily said with ominous glee. "Just tell me when you're ready and I'll prepare the stage." [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][/div][/div][div class=EmilyFlex][div class=EmilyContent][/div][/div]

 

[Octo Girl]

Fire reared in Terra's eyes as her weapons steamed a bit. She was fired up, almost literally. "Why not now? Ive been ready since I got here." she said as she was bouncing on her toes. The reason she had not wanted to fill the race portion was because being a DragonBorn was rare enough, but a DragonBorn joining an actual guild might be unheard of. It was to Terra at least. Plus she was a bit emberrased at the fact she was an 8 year old in a 21 year olds body.

Alteras

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Saia
Guild Halls
Interacting with: Risa ( Hanarei )

"Well how do I word this. I know as Guildmaster you know best but I can't help but have my concerns. It's regarding that Cyrus fellow, I mean I don't mind his strictness but with the claims he has made, are we sure he is even all there? Again if I am sounding too out of line then we can stop this but at the moment he is telling us that there is a threat that isn't even present. But if he is telling the truth we need to find it. A threat like that can't go without being investigated. My question is if it would be alright for me to head out and investigate this rumour. And I honestly apologize if I don't sound too formal. It's just the past few days his words have been drilling in my head. I've only been sleeping 3 hours everyday. I just wished to ask your permission to undertake this investigation... Guildmaster." Saia ended her long winded explanation with some form of Formality as she didn't want to feel she was being too familiar with the Guildmaster, as it was this was a steep request for someone who has been only a member for 3 days. But she had to try and if the guildmaster chewed her out that was Saia's own fault.

 

[LostHaven]

Auriel -- Courtyard -- Open For Interaction​

Spoiler: Intro

Goddammit, how drunk did she get this time? Auriel had woken up to quite a mess, more so than after her previous drunken fits. She woke up completely naked, on a broken bed. "Again?" Auriel quietly muttered, with a splitting headache. Every time she got drunk, she'd always end up waking up on somebody's bed, completely naked. The most annoying part was trying to remember where she put her armor- it would always end up in the most random places.

It took Auriel about a whole hour to find every last piece of her plate armor. Gauntlets, Greaves, breastplate, all the parts were scattered all over the place. Putting the shoulder pads over her dress, Auriel inspected herself on a broken mirror. That was the last piece, probably. "Every time," she thought to herself, "I wake in somebody's else's bed, and remember nothing at all..." It was slightly annoying, at the very least. The bare minimum Auriel could do was remember who's bed it is, but she found it completely impossible to remember anything she does while drunk... Well, not that it was too important, even if she realized that she probably did alot of... questionable things while drink. She was fallen anyways- what WAS important was feeding her cat...

Over the past few days, Auriel noticed one very strange thing- everywhere she went, there always seems to be this particularly large lizard, attempting to hide from something? Every time she walked into the dining hall, this lizard always seemed to dive under the table or hide her face- to the point where it began to puzzle the fallen angel. In fact, Auriel began to suspect that she had tried to kill that saurian while drunk?

Auriel had finished her breakfast rather speedily compared to usual- everyone in the guild was all training themselves in preparation for what was to come. Making her own way toward the courtyard, Auriel paused at the statue of William Black, and began gazing at it. He was supposed to be one of the most powerful beings that walked Gaia, wasn't he? And he almost died fighting Turenval- would a couple of guildies be able to beat this Demilich?

 

[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 smiled at the girl's eagerness. "Alright then, let's see." Emily stood up and started walking towards the center of the lobby. "Combat Exams are used to gauge how skilled an applicant is. Most cases, it is used for placing members either as a novice or as an apprentice. Sometimes they're so good that they would get a recommendation for Neonate." As she was explaining the exam to her, Emily was closely examining the combatant's steaming brass knuckles. Elemental magic? Fire? But I don't sense any magic enchantments being casted. Then is it biological?...

Emily stopped the moment she reached a suitable distance from the girl for a mage. "Your goal is to force me to surrender. My goal is to test you until I feel satisfied with your strength. Take it however you will, You'll be facing me. I, Emily Chevalier, Spellweaver and Receptionist of the Guild of Heroes, hereby commence the Combat Exam of Terra Chira." At that moment, mana started gather at her fingertips.

"Shackle the body and show its fatigue,
Shackle the mind and lull it to sleep,
Shackle the energy of the one before me,
and bless them with the peace of defeat.
Gifts of the Sloth King - Orbs of Exhaustion."

Like that, two large pitch black spheres formed in each hand. She tossed both of them in Terra's direction and continued to create more with each throw. The dark spheres, each one the size of a head, would significantly slow down the part of the body it touches, making it numb and feel like its chained. If a lot manage to reach the body, the mind fall into deep slumber. It could be considered dark magic, but Emily didn't apply the curse aspect iconic to dark attributes, so it was actually safe to touch them, if they weren't in a fight. It's not exactly the best, but I'm still not too sure what point to attack. By their very nature, a Mage shouldn't be fighting a brawler alone. I'll just have to force her to use some moves and hope I can find a more appropriate weakness. Well, if she can't dodge these, then she'd definitely be a novice. [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][/div][/div][div class=EmilyFlex][div class=EmilyContent][/div][/div]

 

[Octo Girl]

Terra, able to move vigilantly, managed to avoid the majority of the orbs. She had to move quickly and stay on her toes so the orbs couldn't hit her main body parts. She managed to get close enough to hit Emily. As she launched her arm up, hitting Emily, Terra's arm in-disguised and turned to the scaly arm of her DragonBorn form.

Terra took a step back, trying to turn it back. Her arm had become too tired to keep her disguise up on it. She sighed under her breath and stood up in her fight stance. "Is that all you got..." she said with a smirk.

Alteras

 

[BlackJack]

Sion | Reception Area | Waiting to speak to the receptionist | Watching Emily Alteras Terra Octo Girl and behind Wobb Graystone713

Being confused would get him nowhere. He did look confused and a bit lost but the cloak probably covered most emotion up. Plus others things were happening and people wandered by assuming he was but another guild member. Sion still did not have a good reason to be here but decided he might go find someone he can ask questions to. As he took a step forward he noticed everything starting to set ablaze. There was an odd feeling flowing through the air, one he had not felt before and to be honest it was amazing he even felt it. As the flames drew near spreading across the grass and towards his feet Sion stepped back onto the dirt so it would not get too close to him. He thought about freezing the ground around himself but decided it was best to just take a step back instead of making a rash decision just to preserve his comfort. As the flames vanished a commotion began towards his right, an old mage was shouting at a younger man. Sion ignored this as it had nothing to do with him and he did not want to stick his nose in it. The boy shouldn't have been so stupid. So he continued on his way into the front entrance in hopes for answers.

Sion walked into the reception area, as he stepped into this area cold wind followed him. The frost following each step as he walked in. Sion's eyes adjusted and what was before him seemed worse then what was going on outside. There were two people fighting in here and some sort of slime waiting in front of a desk. Sion assumed that whoever manned the desk could help him out so he slowly stepped over to the desk and stood behind the slime, still hiding his features as he was unsure how he would be treated around here. They seemed to allow anyone to come in but, he still was afraid. No matter his skill level, if everyone here attacked he would be killed. Then he would have to go back to the blackness, which was not fun. Maybe he would come back but he was not sure and he damn well was not going to try to die purposely to find out.

As he arrived at his destination, directly behind the slime at the front desk, he stopped. The frost did its usual thing and crept around his feet as he paused his movement. Currently watching the fight that was happening in front of him. For now, he would wait in line and watch the show until someone came to aid him and slime person in front of him. He hoped the slime guy did not mind the cold temperatures he was producing. Sion knew it was not that bothersome but still worried that some would not take kindly to it so he just pretended it was not him for the time being.

​

 

[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 )
Sion ( BlackJack )
Wobb ( Graystone713 ) [/div][/div] [div class=EmilyContent]Emily tried to leap backwards and began to weave her spell. "Dance of the— oooofff!" Before she could complete her spell, Terra landed a hit on Emily's left arm. As Terra retreated a step, and Emily was about to launch the Orb of Exhaustion still in her right hand, but her attention was caught by the glimpse of Terra's arm. A DragonBorn! Emily took a few more steps back, keeping her right hand ready to toss if Terra pursued.

A smile formed on her lips. "Not at all. I'm just surprised that a brawler is having this much difficulty against a mage. Addendum! Gifts of the Sloth King - Barrier of the Lethargic!" Emily slammed her Orb of Exhaustion into the ground before her, forming a pitch black wall that formed a semi circle between the two combatants. Since she used the same keywords as before, the effects from touching it are the same. While it was forming, Emily retreated, letting her injured arm in her cloak and began the next spell. "Grand Hail of the Ice King! Freeze the heathens that face me!" She pointed her right hand forward, ready to launch a hail storm on wherever Terra might appear from.

Let's start with some Ice attributes. If they don't work on her, I'll start weaving curses into my attacks, now that I know what race she is. [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][/div][/div][div class=EmilyFlex][div class=EmilyContent][/div][/div]