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Gunhild
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(Titles: Beast, Fae, Large, Thoroughly Petted, Rockologist, Otherworlder (Isekai'd), Caelia Shrine Ally, Heavy-Duty Labourer, Incompetent, Speech-Delayed, One with Lymantraius Rex)
Character Sheet
Character Theme
Languages: Common, {Sylvan}, <Beastial>, |Abyssal|


Gunhild looked her head to the green Peas-man, staring at him with a slight head tilt up until he complimented her on being adorable and a potential great mascot... whatever a mascot was, Gunhild didn't think she was a mascot, but apparently she'd make a really good one. Chirping a soft but light reptilian tone, she smiled at him with boldened eyes and gave a furious wag of her tail like an excited puppy. Resting her head on Siegfried's shoulder as she eyed what was happening, she'd safely plant her lizard feet onto his supporting arms, gripping with her claws like a bird of prey with its' handler. That, and standing on his arms gives her more height than if she sat like a normal piggyback ride. That height was nice, it reminded that Gunhild was a beeg Gunhild, everyone knew that.
"Gunhild no fallies, Gunhild stronkies" Gunhild insisted to Siegfried, resting her chin on his shoulder. It was just like Teuihua, though that big Metalmans felt a lot more convenient. Siegfried didn't have a lot of extra shoulderspace, not generated such comfortable heat. Why couldn't more people be as comfortable as a big heat-rock like Metalmans is?

She didn't get what was up with all the people, but snuffed when Ceylan spoke. It felt like he was mocking her, did he not believe her? Puffing her cheeks out, she'd angrily tap her tiny clawed hands on Siegfried's shoulder.
"Gunhild IS big girl, Gunhild knowses! Gunhild biggest bestest girl! Buppy thinksies Gunhild lies" Gunhild pouted over the matter, glaring at him over the matter up until he reached for and patted her smol head. Despite her demeanour, she immediately melted under Ceylan's touch and turned into a fluffy bundle of cheerful grinning, tail-wagging and low beastial purring as she pushed her head into the Puppyman's hand for acceptance of even more pets. Such a delight, she was the goodest Gunhild, she deserved all of the pets, she earned this. She earned this by existing.

Yet to the actual important matter of what was going on, she wasn't entirely listening nor did she understand a whole lot of it, that [Incompetent] Gunhild behaviour shining clearly as she upheld her own personal priorities. Heck, she was still looking for her own secret gift she needed to find. But for now, she was going along to make this random Sad-mans into a Happy-mans. Someplace about an Undermarket, where they underneath the normal market? What did they sell, was it a secret rock market? Ooh, rock market. Oh wait, was it an undymarket? Did they sell undies? Maybe that was why it was so secret. Some lady undies were made so silky and soft, why did they get all the special treatment? Gunhild was big lady, why does it feel like she's wearing mining equipment all the time? Oh right, Gunhild was Gunhild. Maybe if she could legitimately purchase from this undymarket, she wouldn't have to steal it from someone... Miyuki only had limited amount, and Regula didn't like when she did it the first time even though the rich fancy bird-lady probably can have a bajillion of them so Gunhild didn't see why missing one was important. She just liked how silky smooth it was.

Oh right, undymarket, they were going there, looking to the group, she was still a little surprised so many were going to the undymarket whilst she was distracted, continuing to hold onto Siegfried.
"Yesyesses, undymarket do, Gunhild and Frens helpies Sad-mans. Yesyesses, do good do, undymarket do has undy's, Sad-mans girlbabi do's get undy's? Yesyesses. Gunhild and Frens go do findsies Undymarket, find Sad-manses' girlbabi ands softie undies, yesyesses. Gunhild knows, Gunhild smarts, big brain Gunhild do" Gunhild potentially concluded, it was clearly the only reason a lady would go to an undymarket. She must know her way to this secret Undymarket that has all the elusive good silky stuff.

Actions
1. Size Change (E) + Energized (E)
- To shrink down to 2'1".
2. Climbing (F) + Energized (F) - To stay climbed onto Siegfried's back for piggyback ride​
 
Hathaway

Titles: [Human], [Priest], [Landless Lord], [Adventurer F]
Language: Common

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"You are well informed," Hathaway complimented Ceylan on his knowledge of his religious path and gave a slight bow of the head. He then proceeded to watch over the many different interactions of the group calmly. He would listen intently to what Robert had to convey about the situation. The relationship between the father and daughter seemed to be quite interesting to say the least.


"No, there isn't anything I need taken care of. I'm ready to begin our adventure." Hathaway responded to Rowan's inquiry. "I do think it would be best that you guide us there, Robert. Though that's just the way I see it." He said, considering the fact that not everyone may be interested in going down this route. The priest couldn't help but notice how nervous the merchant was becoming and assured him. "Not to worry, I like to believe I'm capable at my job." He noted with confidence in his eyes.


While preparing to head off, Hathaway thought about the true reason he was in this village. Could this be related to the mission with the mysterious posters? From what he remembered of the case, the incidents all started with the person going missing and then being forgotten. Was the nature of this a curse? Hathaway tensed at that thought. After all he held a strong dictate for curses and similar dark magic after this death of his mother.


"Well, I can't help but be excited at the thought of getting into a scrap. In such a shady environment, it could very well be possible." Hathaway felt some thrill at having the chance to engage in a fight. Ironic for a man of peace, but he had come to terms with the hidden part of himself that was enticed with clashes of strength.
 
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Red tilted his head as he watched the sudden, almost theatrical shift in Robert’s demeanor. Moments ago, the man had been sobbing in a heap, clinging to the priest Ceylan’s ankles. Now he stood upright, a walking cane in hand, and wore an air of composure more fitting of a merchant than a grieving father. Guy sure can bounce back quickly, Red reflected, feeling torn between relief—because at least the man was coherent now—and suspicion.

He didn't fail to notice how Robert’s gaze had lingered on Ceylan’s ears and tail, and the resulting flash of disapproval that flickered in his eyes. While Red tried not to judge someone purely on a first impression, his sense of empathy and fairness made him bristle at the idea that Robert seemed more comfortable around humans. Despite that gut feeling, Red held his tongue. The man’s daughter was missing, after all, and the group’s immediate goal was to find her.

Still, it was hard not to notice how Robert’s explanation of Tiphaine’s 'hobby' came with a certain casual acceptance of dealing in fae-derived materials—mermaid tears, fairy wings, even unicorn horns. That’s some pretty grim merchandise, Red thought, recalling stories he’d heard on the roads about how unicorn horns could, obviously, only be obtained through violent or lethal means. He couldn’t entirely blame Rowan for looking apprehensive. Her posture screamed that she found the whole situation more than a little sketchy. Red, too, couldn’t help feeling queasy about the mention of sentient fae creatures being treated like exotic commodities. I might not be a priest, but I know that’s crossing a line somewhere.

Red shifted his weight and glanced around at the others to gauge their reactions. Siegfried looked prepared to lunge at Robert if he so much as twitched in Ceylan’s direction again. However, that fierce protectiveness of Ceylan turned surprisingly gentle when Gunhild clambered up onto Siegfried’s shoulders. It was almost comical to see such a large knight carrying such a small lizard-creature, but it softened the air of tension. He’s got extremes, Red mused, stifling a grin. A moment ago, Siegfried’s first instinct had been to skewer Robert like a boar on a spit, and now the knight was calmly supporting Gunhild’s stubby arms and legs so she wouldn’t slip.

Looking next to Winrey, Red caught the slim but pointed question about how they would be compensated for helping find Tiphaine. The bunny-eared deacon might have tried to spin it into a heroic statement—"Helping an unfortunate girl find her way home is what heroes do,"—but the underlying message was crystal clear: What’s in it for us? Red couldn’t fully blame the guy for asking. After all, Red himself had come here looking to earn some money. Living as an itinerant problem-solver often meant scraping for coin and never knowing where your next decent meal would come from. Yet Red also sympathized with Ceylan, who seemed to be taking a more charitable view of the matter. They might be from different faiths, but they both call themselves clergy... Interesting contrast.

Despite these varied personalities, Red sensed they were all equally curious about the Under Market. Robert’s mention of how the place allowed merchants to gather and exchange “high-end or cryptic wares” piqued Red’s interest. He had visited back-alley bazaars and roadside black markets before, but never anything rumored to sell live unicorn horns—or so the story went—nor fairy wings for dyes and potions. The father’s daughter apparently had her heart set on collecting such forbidden curios. Tiphaine sounds like a handful, Red thought, frowning slightly. If even half the rumors about the Under Market are true, she’s playing a dangerous game. As disturbed as Red was by her hobby, he also felt a flicker of pity for the girl. She might be in over her head...

He took a deep breath and let the festival’s noisy background music wash over him—horns, drums, and the faint hum of celebratory chatter still filled the streets despite the somber discussion. Casting a glance at Rowan, who’d mentioned needing supplies, Red rubbed his chin thoughtfully. I'm about as prepared as I can be, he said with a quiet shrug. I've got rations for a couple of days and a few essentials in my bag, but I'll tag along if anyone else wants to shop first. He’d traveled through enough seedy back alleys and questionable bazaars in his time to know the importance of going in with your wits—and your pockets—ready.

Places like these can be a maze of vendors and backrooms, not to mention hired muscle at every corner. If this place is as lawless as it sounds, we’ll need to watch each other’s backs. Though his tone remained calm, his eyes gleamed with a hint of caution. If Tiphaine really did find a separate entrance, we might have to split up and search different routes. Red didn’t like that idea—it was always riskier to divide a party—but they might not have a choice if time was of the essence.

Then his gaze returned to Robert, who cradled the cat and spoke of a second cat named Ivan. A little pang of amusement flickered through Red’s mind at the thought of a young heiress sneaking off into an illicit trading hub with a cat under her arm. That’s either very brave or very foolish—maybe both. Aloud, he said, She took Ivan along, which is quite interesting. Sometimes folks bring animals for bartering, or for protection, but a housecat hardly seems the guard-dog type. He shrugged. Still, it’s a clue; even if she used a different entrance, we can ask around. Somebody has to remember a blonde girl walking around with a cat—unusual enough to stick in someone’s mind.

He noticed how Robert avoided giving too many details about his own company. Red’s first impulse was to pry a bit more, but Ceylan’s stern, but polite rebuke—"Your behaviour makes me assume the worst about your company…"—said enough for the both of them. Perhaps it was better not to press the man into a corner right now, especially if they needed his cooperation to reach the Under Market. Besides, if the father’s truly shady, we’ll deal with that after we find his daughter. No point in burning that bridge before we cross it.

Pivoting to address the whole group, Red spoke a bit louder so that Siegfried, Rowan, Ceylan, Winrey, Hathaway, and Gunhild could all hear him over the festival’s din. Once we’ve decided on supplies, let’s have Robert lead us to that entrance he mentioned. If Tiphaine’s using another route, maybe we can still pick up her trail from there, or at least find someone who’s seen her. His piercing blue eyes scanned the cluster of new acquaintances, lingering briefly on each face. If we’re lucky, this won’t take too long. But if the Under Market’s as unpredictable as it sounds, we should stay flexible cause we might need to blend in or lie low at times, he suggested, momentarily eyeing Siegfried with his imposing lance and Ceylan with his doglike features. Might be a challenge to stay low-profile with such a distinctive bunch he admitted to himself.
 
Time: 14:12
Weather: The air is cold and scentless; the sky is partially covered in clouds.
Location: Southern Ryke, Arborhaven


  • Language Keys:
    Please remember to use the following when your character is speaking a language. For your characters to understand what other characters are saying they must possess the [Language] skill according to the following language.
    • "Common"
    • ["Terran"]
    • {"Sylvan"}
    • <"Beastial">


Looks like some kinda big softie.
  • "Up you go then." Siegfried smiled at Gunhild's proclamation, believing her without a doubt. After all, her raw strength was something Siegfried was (un)astonished to witness. However, this smile adversely contorted as the man continued and continued to speak, specifically when he spoke of his daughter and her exotic tastes. "To use another's inherent blessings as products of vanity..." He cringed at the idea of it, "Hideous." Siegfried said without any regard for the father's sake. He looked to Ceylan, and said quite openly, "Is that merchant to which our Sir Raguenel's kindred sought not the same merchant that we are in pursuit of, Ceylan?" He'd ask. Out loud. For everyone to hear. Siegfried believed it was not to their detriment to let everyone know they were in pursuit of the same merchant and yet he conveniently left out why.

    "Fie on thee, Sir Winrey!" Siegfried immediately stomped his foot at the mere suggestion of being compensated, and he would have pointed his lance at the deacon accompanied by an accusatory gaze if not for Gunhild straddling his back. "Know you no shame? A valiant hero, most chivalrous and gallant, doth not dole out justice based on the promise of capital!" He quoth word for word, from what he read once in a book. "To renounce the woes and to bring back the smiles to whom we aid; that in itself is the greatest and most righteous reward a hero can receive." Siegfried preached monotonously despite the sparkle in his eyes.

    When Ceylan 'corrected' Siegfried's presumptuous statement, he would nod before smiling. "I am myself most certain that I can vanquish all adversaries that impede you, myself or those to whom are brought forlorn," He stated, unaware of how conceit laced his words. He turned to everyone else, "However, If Ceylan believes you all imperative to aid in bringing forth righteous retribution to this evil and saving Sir Raguenel's kindred, then I am most obliged to comply." Said he, blunt in spite of his friendly expression. Whether Siegfried was terrible with words or if he truly thought so little of everyone else was up to interpretation.

    Addressing Rowan's important proposal, Siegfried shook his head, "I need nought but Ceylan at my side." He said. Siegfried looked at Hathaway with a smile, "Are you perchance a martial arts practitioner? I admit I share your excitement, reverent Hathaway." Saying that, Siegfried seemed surprised. By his own words no less. "I did not know priests would take part in martial combat. When we've resolved this, I would not mind engaging in a sparring bout—or better yet, a duel!" He would offer, sounding not unlike a child excited to try out something they've been wanting for a while now.

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"The Festival of the Middle Ages" by Taehoon Kang | Artstation
Eternal Parade (Instrumental 3)
The man nervously averted his gaze from Siegfried's, seemingly ignoring the his scornful statements. "I do not believe myself wealthy enough to warrant such lavish expenses..." He'd address Winrey again, ignoring his comments, "and, whether or not you may accept it, I will spare expense if it means you can bring... find my daughter. Name aught and you will have it." Robert would offer notwithstanding Siegfried's rather idealistic comments.

He fiddled with his fingers and averted his eyes from Ceylan's, "If you must indeed know... I... I am a merchant of La Ministère des Modes del Rose Bertin; I procure textiles and embroider and sell garments..." His voice trailed off into an almost ashamed murmur. Anyone with any sort of Area Knowledge [Ryken] would know that this wasn't a faction native to the region. "Like Till," He was mentioning another name, his eyes falling upon the grey cat at his feet, "Ivan is no ordinary cat. They appear like this, but when threatened, they become quite the... uhm... I will describe it as ferocious." And as if to confirm Robert's claim, the aforementioned grey cat, Till, let out a soft and shrill "Meow~" before licking his paw.

Robert eyes darted between Siegfried, Gunhild and then to the ground as his fingers scratched the hilt of his walking cane. Gunhild clearly confused him. Siegfried seemed to make him uncomfortable. However, he came to sigh at Hathaway's reassurance, "I believe I have a good judge of character and so far, I have no reason... Not to trust you all and your capabilities." For a merchant, he lacked guile. It was as if it was difficult for him to hide he was nervous... for some reason, other than his daughter's disappearance.

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Sighisouara, Roumanie_.jpg The festival's music soon became a distant murmur as Robert led the group through the streets. The cat followed alongside Robert soundlessly, Robert's own steps were accompanied by the sound of his walking cane going clack-clack-clack against the stone path with each step that he took. His cane did not seem to something needed to help him walk at all. They made a turn and came into an alleyway and that is when Robert began to speak again, "I must warn you of some uh... safety precautions: never once be surprised or show your distaste, act as if everything is normal and as if you've been there before;" He began, "If people find that you're fresh, they'll target you... Pay attention to what people say, there are passwords passed around between certain sellers and buyers that allow one to purchase more... elusive goods." Then Robert looked at the group, "Most importantly, never once utter your name. Whether false or true, never name yourself." The merchant would warn as if he were talking of a great taboo.

As they continued through the alleyway, Robert would flinch. "Uh... T- the entry is right there but..." He pointed, and there stood a group of various people with ragged clothing. One of them counted Rykes and the others looked at him, eyes following the hands he used to count. "Shit, we're short." The counter cursed, "Well how're we gonna pay it off then?! We're not getting another job till next season!" "Oi," A woman with long ears who leaned against the back of the alley's dead end pointed at Robert and co. "They looks like they've gots a lot to give." She said, pulling out two short blades from a belt around her waist. "Surely they wouldn't mind just sharing?" One of them said, in spite of the mace he clattered against the floor.

Before the group of hoodlums even pulled out their weapons, one would notice how Robert, who had been leading the group, had suddenly and somehow scurried at the tail of the party with his cat, cowering and shaking in his pristine shoes, which with the way they had not a speck of dirt or scratch on them, seemed like it would rather live its days on a display shelf rather than on someone's feet on the streets. Furthermore, if anyone wanted to convince these rugged folks to disengage, they'd have to do it while fighting... A total of 12 people were about to hurl themselves at the group.

?? COMBAT START ??

The party was surrounded immediately, the hoodlums seemed to specialize in quickness with how the group wouldn't have much of a chance to react. "Listen up you lot!" One began, "Throw down them weapons and ain't nobody gotta get hurt." he'd yell, "And empty your pockets too!" Another one added. Those with blades for weapons, which only counted for a fraction of them, pointed them at the group. Those who learnt how to count when they were a kid, would notice that only 11 of the 12 people were surrounding them and that the one dreg who didn't join the others in attempting to corner the group.

The difference between that one dreg and the other 11, was that they wore a hood that obscured their face. He looked at the group, and it was difficult for anyone—exempt from Siegfried (Heightened Senses [Sight])—to make out their expression which was faintly cast in a veil of shadow. Not that it mattered, because Siegfried had the same understanding of what expressions meant as a rock's sense of object permanence. Robert, who now found himself in the heart of his hired hands, had his eyes darting—or well, flickering between the sudden group of thieves and the party, which consisted of mainly priests, a seemingly regular man and some guy piggybacking a kid. It made sense why these dregs thought they have a chance. Till, the cat who was supposedly some sort of beast, didn't seem threatened, sitting quite relaxed at Robert's feet and quite inappropriately cleaning his butt as cats do.

If you all somehow die, I will laugh. P.S. You can't die. Probably. Don't count on it. Also please read the Combat Rules (with a twist.) Tab.
 
Rowan Thorn
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Rowan's entire demeanor shifted the moment the hoodlums threatened them. Any ounce of politeness, any warmth seeped out of her, leaving her to coldly assess the group. As if she would take this lying down. She was a bodyguard by trade, and she would protect all of the people here, even Robert, no matter how little she thought of him, and how little she trusted him.

Rowan had faced off against mechanical beings, flesh beings consuming an entire town, robots, and other non-breathing entities in which her magic wouldn't affect them, so she hadn't had a chance to really flex her skills. Now this, she could do something about. Rowan looked at each person, mentally confirming how many individuals there were, seeing twelve people coming at them. Back in the past, she didn't have as much power, but through years of fighting, of traveling, of learning her magic, she could stop these people from attacking the rest of the group and shut down the encounter pretty regularly. Though she didn't need to know what their features were telling her- all she needed to know was where they were, and more importantly, where their heads were. With this, no one should be harmed.

Rowan reached out and cast her magic at all twelve of the people. If all went according to plan, if they were regular beings like she thought, then a barrier would slam over each of the twelve person's faces, cutting off their air. The group, if the attack was successful, would force the group into unconsciousness as if they were being choked out by a person with a plastic bag. They would collapse to the floor, staying unconscious for a week- or unless Rowan released the magic. Either way, they wouldn't get up any time soon. Most likely, they would be up in a day or so. The others could bind their arms and legs for casual interrogation for later. She would stay by Ceylan, protecting the priest more closely, especially as he was also someone who could heal. Now she would be tempted to steal from the men, but with three priests in the area, she doubted anyone would really do so.


Actions:

Action 1: SleepyTime Barrier- Magic B, Barrier C, Selective C, Range C, Energize D, Duration D, Targets C, AOE E, Incapacitate C- The barrier causes a KO to Occur- B Grade- 5 Post Cooldown 0/5
 

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