Fantasy Ascent into Madness

[TripTripleTimes]

Faelen's laughing mood dies as a wall of the elevator shimmers away revealing the rest of the elevator and a very short dragonborn and his animal companion. Ze blinks and their eyebrow raises. Ze was wondering about why the elevator is smaller than usual.

Faelen choke back a laugh when Cyell calls the Dragonborn a gecko.

"Scaly one, do you honestly think you can travel the to the Surface by yourself?" Ze asks, looking at the gecko and his bat. "Wouldn't it be better to have a piece of the wealth than to suffer and ultimately die alone up there? I think the rest of us here have expected to have a party with them to travel the Surface, as it is the norm. Of course, this doesn't mean we all will live to see to the end of this travel, but is the risk for any expedition and our line of career." They grin their smile. With the tusks and all "Don't spoil your chance to come with us, gecko."

As ze talk, Faelen notices that the James person has yet to grab onto a bar. Without warning, ze grabs the man and wrestles him to a hug. Silly human, it's a miracle that ze is here to make sure they don't have to experience what will happen soon. The poor baby elf though. Hopefully someone pulls him to safety, if not, he's young, he'll remember this for the rest of his life.

James' bird companion got annoying, pecking and beating its wing against the half-orc's face. With a grunt, Faelen grabs the bird by wrapping their large hand around its body and hold it snuggly like a basketball. Of course, this is a tricky stunt, but within a blink of an eye, Faelen manages to with their one arm.

"Someone, grab the elf." Ze says after addressing tothe Dragonborn.

 

[Jeda Teq]

"Yes. No. Maybe" he replied to the Half-Orcs questions and statements as soon as they spoke them. "I'M NO GECKO I'm a DRAG..." Before he could finish his retort Kniges fell back against the wall. "whoa.." He clung onto the bar with both hands and the claws of his wing arms. This was the DragonBorn's first time below level 7 and his body was not taking kind to the lack of magic. Normally residual magic would cling to his scales to prevent intense magic withdrawal, but that was used up on the illusion of the wall.

He looked venomously over his shoulder at the Infernal male and the Orcish man... woman... Hermaphrodite person? for their gecko comments. Sheepishly he reached out to grab the Elf's belt who seemed to be still enticed with the presence of Kytrek. It was the obvious thing to do. If they were going to join Kniges' party then he would have to take care of his things somewhat.

C.DEX Lunar TripTripleTimes

 

[Lyro]

"5 seconds."

Kytrek made sure that everything on him was fastened, doing his best to ignore the latest surprise addition to his party. A dragonborn, really? Perhaps he could be useful as a meat-shield if he yelled loud enough to attract attention. Still, Kytrek mentally shook his head at the decline in quality of these latest upstarts; the Guild used to have standards. Presumably.

In any case, there would be plenty of time to get angry at the creature later. For now, he tightened his grip on the metal bar, and waited for the unpleasantness to be over. Looking up, something about the ceiling caught his eye. He hadn't noticed until now, but it seemed... different, somehow. It wasn't flat for one thing. Was it... padded?

"3, 2..." barked the intercom once more, before it suddenly cut out. Kytrek turned his head to look at the speaker, wondering if it had just broken on top of everything else. He shook his head. "I swear the service here gets worse every--" "Priority Speed order rescinded," the voice chimed in once more suddenly. This time, however, Kytrek heard an unmistakeable hint of glee in the voice where before there had been only boredom. What was happening?

"Engaging Experimental Speed. 2, 1, 0."

Spoiler: Music

A deafening roar filled the cabin as the whole structure began to accelerate to a much higher speed. Holding on desperately to his metal pole, Kytrek felt his grip slipping as the acceleration kept becoming greater and greater. Before long he began to feel his feet lifting off the floor and he found himself starting to float in the air, the metal pole his only anchor. Gritting his teeth, he reached out with his other arm to try to strengthen his hold on the pole. He grabbed it just as his feet became level with his head and he found himself floating horizontally.

And still the elevator kept accelerating.

As his feet reached towards the ceiling and his head turned upside down, even the combined strength of his arms became insufficient to hold him down, and he suddenly let go of the pole. He immediately flew towards the ceiling where he lay there spread-eagled, powerless as the acceleration held him there. How much faster could this thing go? The whole cabin was now shaking violently and the lights were flickering on and off.

At least the ceiling's velvety padding was comfortable.

 

[Lunar]

Interactions: Rhodius ( Lyro Kniges ( Jeda Teq )

Landren Ozz
The Wizard
Location: Elevator \\ Mood: Nauseous \\ Objective: Be gravity's bitch.

During Landren's prolonged period of fanboyish infatuation, he failed to hear the sound of the Elevator speaker's warning. He felt an immediate tug just as the countdown was about to reach one, and upon turning to see his puller, he noticed that it was from a new member of their merry little cramped band of misfits! A Dragonborn! How nice! Landren had never seen a dragon before, or anything close to one, aside from the little Flame Salamanders that he used in potions and brews.

"Oooh so forceful!" He cried loudly in his annoying squeaky voice. "Priority Speed order rescinded." Landren then moved the Dragonborn's claw off of his belt. "See? Theres nothing to worry about! I didn't need any saving after all!" As soon as he says this, the speaker cracks on with another alarming sentence.

"Engaging Experimental Speed. 2, 1, 0."

"Oh." The clumsy wizard says as the Elevator jolts downwards, making deafening squeals and squeaks. Landren is instantly thrown against the roof with a muffled BAM! Professor Rhodius joins him shortly after. 'How thoughtful of him.' He thought to himself. His nose hurt immensely and he tried lifting his face from the padding, nothing came out all the way down except a very muffled "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" No amount of any sort of magic could get him out of this situation.​

 

[Absurdisan]

Xhin Dionis​

Elevator to Loyeqris - Exhilarated
The appearance of the dragonborn was a great surprise to Xhin, but not an unwelcome one - for one, there was now more room in the elevator, so she wasn't quite so squished any more. For two, the dragonborn was only as tall as she was! She was so happy to not be the only diminuitive person on this trip, and his scales were so pretty, and his wings were really cool, and-

"5 seconds."

Xhin's awestruck excitement was cut short by the announcer coming over the speaker again. She tightened her grip on the bar and braced herself.

"3, 2..." When the announcer stopped, she looked up in a vain attempt to see what was going on. Everything seemed normal, so what- "Priority Speed order rescinded." Oh. Why in earth was that done? She thought the elevator was already behind schedule, so what are these dwarves plan-

"Engaging Experimental Speed. 2, 1, 0." The announcer was audibly more excited than before, and before Xhin properly knew what was going on, the elevator was plummeting at a breakneck pace. Holding on for all she was worth, the little faun couldn't help her legs leaving the floor and swinging above her. Now upside down, she was grimacing with the effort of holding the bar, but her little hands were slipping as the elevator showed no signs of slowing.

Suddenly, one of her hands slipped, and the motion jerked her other one free as well. She fell to the ceiling on her rump before being pancaked against the soft cushioning on her back, looking down at the elevator floor. Now free from grasping the bar, she couldn't do anything.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! AAAAHAHAHAHA!" Xhin began laughing, almost hysterically, her high-pitched mirth loud enough to be heard over the screaming of the elevator rails. A huge grin was splashed across her face as the elevator careened downwards, and she looked to the side and saw the Professor and Landren also smushed against the padded ceiling. Laughing more at the sight of the Professor thoroughly uncomfortable, as well as at poor Landren's predicament, she let exclamations of glee issue forth from her as she enjoyed the wild ride. "This is amazing! Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Interactions
Lyro Lunar

 

[Devious Dilbert]

James Huewes
"Oh, great. I remember this part..." James began mumbling to himself after the elevator intercoms gave the first warning. His raven pal, sensing the upcoming turmoil, began frantically pacing about.
"You ready, Freddy?" He asked his partner, smiling at her calmly in order to ease her nerves. "Just stay-"

"Woah, woah, WOAH-" James let out in an uncontrolled tone of surprise as the enormous hand of the half-orc first wrapped around him and then pulled him into a protective hug. "Hold on- I am not comfortable with this!"
Freddy too had her personal space violated as she was grabbed and restrained by Faelen as well. The bird continued her attempts to wiggle out of the orc's hand but to no success.
"...Engaging Experimental-"
Although James had resigned to the Orc's handle on him, he couldn't beat back the need to"I could have just grabbed-"
"2, 1, 0."

Suddenly, the elevator plummeted and a few of the trekkers rose to the ceiling. "Please don't suffer the same fate as them..." James said tiredly to the orc. "...Because you'd take me and Freddy with you."
Being now mildly annoyed, James wondered how rough and bumpy the road ahead was going to be with this crew. And apparently, the cast was still just expanding!


( Interactions: TripTripleTimes )

 

[C.DEX]

The elevator's speed began to quicken.

There wasn't much that Cyell could do in the way of rooting himself. Any last-minute improvisations would have had to be done out of the three-second timeframe he was given. Three seconds was barely enough to realize what was going on, though the panicked faces of Kytrek and the others had given him a hint. His fists tightened around the bars two-handedly, though they were painfully ripped from place as he, too, had been thrown haphazardly to the ceiling. Confusion and fear marked the poor Infernal's expression as the ceiling became the floor, and the floor became the ceiling. One whose mouth was rattling off snarky replies had become frozen in silence, apart from short breaths of, "oh shit, oh fuck", curses in another, harsher language, and absolutely incoherent screaming.

As his eyes settled on the floor in front of him something began to cross his mind. The ceiling was ... accommodating to larger races, to say the least. Unfortunately, the floor wasn't as padded as the ceiling, and the gravity in the depths would surely be more than punishing when they all had stopped their descent. This was how people died, he concluded, but could do little more than make a poor attempt at bringing his arms away from his sides long enough to cover his face.

"Thisisn'tnormal-" he started, trying to maintain a semblance of control over his vocabulary enough to utter anything over the shrieking of the cabin, "Whathappenswhenitstops?!"

 

[TripTripleTimes]

“You're too slow!” Faelen booms and chuckles merrily at the man’s protest. Until the elevator slows down and the rocky landing that Faelen is anticipating settled, James and his pet won't be getting out of their embrace any time soon. Lucky for them, they will be free in the next five secon-

The half-orc looks up at the elevator intercom as the familiar pre-recorded count down cuts off at the last second. Their eyebrows only raise higher when the voice comes back to life with a script that Faelen never heard before. Experimental? is the only thing the half-orc manages to think out loud before the voice gleefully ends the very short countdown and the elevator starts to speed up instead of down.

Good luck to the crow, Freddy, in Faelen’s hand as all of the half-orc’s limbs tenses up with alarm. Faelen holds on to their bar sticking out from the wall with dear life but the speed and their awkward hold on the bar have the two people sliding up towards the padded ceiling to the end of the bar’s limit. Faelen grunts at Jame’s comment and holds on to the man and his crown, until the man slips out from the half-orc’s arm.

With their arm meeting air, Faelen quickly reacts and let's go of Freddy in their hand and swipe the same hand to grab the man. The half orc is quick but not fast enough as the collar of the man jacket slips away mere millimeters from the green hand. Ah shoot! So close!

“Sorry!” Faelen shouts amidst the shrieking, dangling midair from their bar.

Devious Dilbert

Spoiler

Rolled a d20 for holding onto the bar. Needed more than 10 to hang on successfully. Rolled a 12.

Rolled a d20 for holding onto James (+crow). Needed more than 10 to successfully bro hug them ‘til the end. Rolled a 5 lol.

 

[Jeda Teq]

Kniges was too ill to dispute with the bony elf. Not that he would in normal situations. After all if the man got hurt and couldn't make the trek, Kniges would just collect more shards. "The world isn't so kind" His raspy voice was drowned out by the the boom of the announcement.

Initially he hadn't noticed the change of speed. His thoughts were focused on the eerie feeling his body was experiencing or, more accurately, the lack of the eerie feeling. His head snapped to the ceiling once he heard the first thud. Shortly followed by another then third. The impact didn't appear to be comfortable. Kniges had his fair share of crash landing to know that, but the most fragile looking one was Laughing? The Dragonborn dug his toe claws tight into the floor and wrapped his arms around the bar he was holding. His wing arms reached up to up against the padded ceiling to prevent himself from becoming another indent in the very soothing fabric. He definitaly had to come back later and acquire the ceiling. Until then Kniges braced himself for this wretched ride to be over with. "If I wanted to I could slow this thing down... but I don't feel like it."

 

[A Murder Of Corviknight]

Evgeniya Dawnswing

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Eva barely had a chance to process the sudden appearance the dragonborn (let alone comment on it) before the people who operated the elevator decided it was a good idea to experiment with actual living people in it. The strangeness of the announcement made her tilt her head and stare at the speaker curiously. What could they possibly mean by--

The elevator plummeted.

"SCREEEEECH!!!"

Letting out a shrill startled cry not unlike that of an offended raptor kicked out of its tree, Eva gripped onto the bars that were supposed to keep them from dying. After a moment or two of gripping onto the bars for dear life (because not even she could fly in a tin can box in these conditions), the Avire decided that falling...up in a controlled manner would be better than being thrown up onto the ceiling without being somewhat prepared.

After all, the first thing Avire mothers teach their children is not how to speak but how to fall off a cliff. Or how to be thrown off a cliff and not die.

(In all honesty, her mother would probably laugh her ass of if she found out that Eva of all her chicks died by falling up.)

With a short huffy laugh, Eva let go of the bar and curved her wings tighter around her shoulders. Interestingly, it didn’t feel too different from haphazardly diving off a cliff, toes down. She ‘landed’ on her toes onto the padded ceiling but cushioned her fall by bending her legs with the ‘fall’ and rolled, rocking onto her back (and travel bag) like a chick with its butt stuck in its eggshell. It would have been easier for her to roll forward, but suffocating via elevator ceiling padding did not seem very appealing to her. Suffocating...seemed a lot less comfortable than rolling on her back.

Now, if only the rattling sounds of the elevator could be silenced…

‘I mean, reading upside down on my back doesn’t seem like too bad… Almost interesting really.’

Notes

Location Elevator ceiling

Status “Okay, cool. But can I read like this?”

A/N Her priorities are very straight.

Tagged ---

Mentioned Kniges

 

[TripTripleTimes]

Not too soon after, Faelen's fingers slips off from the bar, sending the 200 cm and ton pounds of muscles plumenting up towards the human (and crow).

 

[Lyro]

As the elevator continued to accelerate at a constant rate of 18 m/s², a low-pitched whine became audible and the lights turned off completely. Emergency lights kicked in shortly afterwards, bathing the interior in a dark red glow. Then, approximately 18.9 seconds after Experimental Speed was engaged, a pre-recorded message began to play from the intercom. "Now travelling at super sonic velocities. We hope you are having a pleasant trip."

"You've got to be--" Kytrek started to mutter just as the gruff voice from before piped in once more, sounding considerably scratchier and gruffer. "Structural failures detected. Cancelling experiment. Commencing deceleration." Kytrek looked nervously at the bolts securing the structure together, wondering just how imminent these structural failures were, before turning to look at the floor. The same realisation that had hit Cyell earlier dawned on him then, and he began to scramble desperately for a hold on the ceiling.

As he did so, the force applied to the elevator's passengers began to diminish as the acceleration slowly ticked down. After a few seconds, it had already been reduced to half of its original value, and each passenger began to float in the cabin, feeling weightless as the acceleration cancelled out the planet's gravity. Through swimming motions in the air, Kytrek attempted to push himself towards one of the metallic bars, and had almost managed to grab on to one when the elevator's acceleration suddenly reached zero and he plummeted to the ground, along with the other airborne passengers.

The situation then began to reverse itself as the elevator's acceleration reversed, now attempting to slow down the supersonic public transportation. Its occupants, some of them having fallen on top of each other, began feeling a much stronger force being applied to them as the craft passed the sound barrier and began travelling at mere subsonic speeds.

Kytrek, having successfully managed to keep a clear perimeter around himself up until this point, suddenly found himself crushed by the body of that bird-woman (Ev-something or whatever her name was) as the elevator veered without warning to the side, switching from a vertical direction to a horizontal one in an abrupt arcing motion. "G*mng* off*pff* me," he sputtered through the tangle of feathers in his face as he futilely tried to push her away.

The elevator kept travelling in this fashion for a few more seconds, occasionally suddenly switching tracks and sending everybody rolling to the side as it shifted violently to-and-fro. Indicators began lighting up throughout the cabin as they passed without slowing down through several elevator stops. From what Kytrek could briefly glimpse of the stops' names, they seemed to be in middle Loyeqris now, and were heading towards the outskirts of the city.

Finally, mercifully, the elevator began its final deceleration, quickly jerking to a stop with a comparatively mild brutality. "Militant's Way. Final destination. Thank you for travelling with LTS." The doors slid open as Kytrek rolled over, pushing himself away from whoever had been crushing him, and groaned in a practiced mixture of annoyance, pain and relief.

And to think this was only the beginning, he thought to himself.


C.DEX Devious Dilbert A Murder Of Corviknight Absurdisan EMP TripTripleTimes Lunar Jeda Teq Kindly vacate the elevator before the interior begins "decontamination".

Some1 Lexielai Now would be a good time to introduce your characters.

Totorokoro rambler I'm still going to be open to new character apps for a short while if you're still interested in joining, but the window is closing quickly. We may occasionally re-open much later on, however.

Spoiler: The math behind the physics

 

[Jeda Teq]

Kniges folded his wings, resting the claws on his shoulders, when the elevator initially slowed down. Still leaning against the wall he put a hand over his face. "The people down here got something wrong with their heads." he said after a miserable groan. The moment he made himself 'somewhat' comfortable in the corner, the elevator made a dramatic shift in direction. The movement made Kniges lurch off the wall and trip over the pile of bodies. As he fell he saw a large pair of antlers waiting for him, "OH SHIT" As fast as he could Kniges grabbed the stag by the antlers to prevent himself from being impaled. For the rest of the horrifying ride the Dragonborn wrestled with the Stag to keep its antlers from harming 'his' party members.

The Flying fox, Carl, experienced little issues with the rapid decent. Instead of resting upside down it rested upward on a horizontal bar. However trouble came with the elevator began to make rapid directional changes. It screeched and screamed as it fluttered around the elevator, jumping on and off of people to avoid being squashed. the very moment the elevator doors opened it zipped out of the box like a bat out of hell.

Kniges crawled out from under the stag not too long after Kytrek exited the elevator. He grabbed a random Dwarf to pull himself up. The lady screamed sexual assault and ran off. On his feet Kniges looked over to Kytrek, "Hey... I dun..." He wobbled slightly "I dun feel sho gewd." The dragonborn fell flat on his face with his wings sprawled out on the ground a few feet in front of the elevator.

 

[Lexielai]

Vaila Sonata & Kytrek Rhodius
In collaboration with Lyro ​

The doors slid open, revealing the chaotic scene within. Bodies lay strewn on top of each other, many of them groaning with pain as they staggered back to their feet. Kytrek reached to his forehead, certain he must have bruised something during the deceleration, and opened his eyes, blinking several times. His vision was pretty blurry. Damn it, it was worse than he'd thought. Feeling himself start to panic, he tried blinking some more and kept feeling for a wound on his head, when suddenly he felt some pressure on his nose. Immediately, his vision cleared - of course, he had just let his glasses fall to the ground. Feeling somewhat ashamed of his unwarranted panic, he raised his eyes to thank the person who had handed him his glasses, only to feel all of his good will evaporate.

"Sonata," he grumbled at the woman towering over him. "How nice of you to join us."

“Professor,” she greeted, “You’re late. I see you’re doing fantastic without me around.”

The redhead woman crouched down to eye level with him, a slight smile across her lips. “I hope you haven’t started falling for every lady you see. I’d get jealous,” she continued, reaching out to give him a helping hand.

Swatting aside her hand, Kytrek pushed against the ground and slowly got back to his feet, maintaining eye contact with the half-elf as he did so. "Blame the guy with the stag," he replied, jerking his thumb in Astaroth's direction. "I'm sure the dwarves had a field day letting that through customs, and then allowing it on to the public transportation." He leaned down to pick up his back and slung it across his back as he stepped forward into the cobblestone street bathed in the cavern's dim orange glow. "It was very thoughtful of you to wait for me, however. It is so easy to get lost down here without someone of experience leading the way."

Vaila blew a raspberry at him teasingly, and lightly pressed herself against his arm for a moment. “Aw, professor! You know all the right ways to compliment a woman,” she said with exaggerated sultriness. Before he could swat her off she’d already moved away to greet the rest of the party who just started to pick themselves off their feet.

“Well then...hello to you all! I’m Vaila Sonata. Pleasure is mine, yada yada...” she said. The name Vaila Sonata was instantly recognizable to most people in the Seven Depths. It carried with it an almost impossible reputation of statuesque, perfect beauty and a voice that could stir the gods. Meeting her in person as she leaned on one leg, head cocked slightly to one side like a model, it wasn’t difficult to see some truth in the tall tales about her.

 

[C.DEX]

As the elevator descended away from supersonic to subsonic speeds and Cyell began to practically levitate toward the ground, a few thoughts crossed his mind. Was it really over? Why does it look like the floor is several miles away? Why didn't they pad the floor? were a few of them, though the most permeating thought and perhaps the most grave one was, Why is the small antlered deer creature flying in my direction?

What Cyell didn't realize, of course - and it was a realization that would also soon cross Xhin's mind, to her detriment - was that she wasn't flying toward his direction; he was floating toward hers. As the elevator stopped its descent and instead continued laterally, the blood mage realized quite a bit too late that the comparatively violent Dwarven invention was sending them all throughout the city. They wouldn't have to board a train, at least, but that also meant that the poor Xhin would be crushed in the process. Luckily (though that was a relative term, given the situation), he wasn't an orc, a stag, or even a regular sized human. Unluckily, he was still bigger than her. Unluckily still, she had antlers.

It was an unfortunate situation all around. One in which the mage found himself dazed and barely operational as the elevator ride came to a grinding halt. If he had landed on top of her, the faun would find herself stuck for a few moments longer as the dazed, addled, and significantly frightened mage attempted to bring himself to his feet without losing control of his lunch or his balance. Once he'd realized something was behind / under him, he pulled at the elevator bars in an attempt to pull himself back up. Then, he looked back, and uttered probably the first expression of atonement for off behavior that he'd had the resolve for as of thus far.

"Ow. Ow. OW. GET - SORRY. OW!" he said, voice raising.

That would just have to do.

He scrambled back up to his feet, throwing his hands out to catch balance again. He reached a hand out to Xhin, offering to stay her own balance.

And they had wondered why he felt so vehemently about Dwarves.

 

[A Murder Of Corviknight]

Evgeniya Dawnswing

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Eva yelped, more startled than in pain, as she fell on top of the human professor and felt the bony old man bones dig into her wings. She also felt a few of her precious feathers ending up in the man’s mouth and decided right then and there that those were getting plucked. She did not want crusty feathers distracting her later on.

After the elevator finally came to an abrupt stop, not needing any more encouragement, Eva got off the human professor and deftly plucked out the four or five offending feathers from herself without so much as a wince. The few feathers did not leave much of a difference on the appearance of her wings, there were too many for her to miss the few that she got rid off. Besides, dragging her wings through mud she can clean and deal with. Spit? No thank you.

Eager to get out of the hazardous tin can of a public transportation device, Eva practically skipped out of the elevator after wiggling out of the mess and picking herself off the floor. Immediately after getting out of everyone’s way, too occupied to pay attention to the red-headed introducing herself, the Avire took a moment to spread and stretch her much abused wings. She relished in the satisfying tug and pull of the stiff muscles (they were not made for rolling around in what was essentially a tin can with some extra knick knacks). With one last shake of her large wings, letting loose a light shower of loose downy feathers, Eva leaned back towards the group evacuating the elevator because it seemed like they were all going the same way anyway.

"Hello~" she chirped at the woman. Then, she pawed her hands through her bag to make sure her books hadn’t been crushed along with her. Thankfully, they weren’t.

Notes

Location Just outside of the elevator

Status Hallelujah they’re out

A/N None

Tagged Lexielai

Mentioned Lyro

 

[Absurdisan]

Xhin Dionis​

Elevator Ceiling - Elated
Xhin's whooping and laughter deadened her hearing to the elevator announcements, so when she started floating in midair she was caught somewhat off-guard. Wiping the joyous tears from her eyes, she marvelled at the bizarre sensation of weightlessness for a moment before devolving into a giggling fit. Unfortunately for her, this was distracting her from Cyell, who was ominously, and uncontrollably, floating towards her.

The elevator shuddered and its descent halted, before jerking away on a lateral path. Xhin plopped to the floor rather unceremoniously on her rump, and had only a moment to collect herself before Cyell crashed haphazardly on top of her. Mercifully, he wasn't a particularly bulky person, but even so she was smushed underneath the dazed infernal. The two were jostled about by the elevator's bumpy transit before it came to a final halt, the doors opening to a cacophany of groans and mumbled complaints.

Realising what had become of poor Xhin, Cyell struggled to get to his feet, much griping and apologising coming from both of them as Cyell offered a hand to her, and they spent a few moments awkwardly grasping at each other, trying to steady themselves but almost pulling the other back down in turn. Finally, they were both on their feet, Xhin still holding Cyell's hand in as vice-like a grip as she could manage.

Looking up at Cyell and finally realising that he had actually apologised to her - that was a nice gesture - she blankly stared at him before releasing his hand and holding her own to her sides as she devolved into another raucous bout of giggling. She unsteadily made her way out of the elevator, holding the door for balance, laughing like a madfaun all the way before stopping on the platform, resting her hands on her knees as she guffawed at the ground.

"That... that... was SO FUN!" she gasped, struggling to compose herself. "Can, can... can we do again? Hahahaa!" She looked up to address whoever else had made it out of the doors, when her eyes caught on the striking woman introducing herself to the group. Xhin's dark eyes widened to almost unfathomable size, glittering with wonder as she realised Vaila Sonata had just introduced herself. Right here. Mere feet before her.

Her mouth hung open and she froze. "I... hair... red... oh, no... I..." she stammered. Her brain had betrayed her, so caught unawares and blinded to all else by this magnificent presence before her. Even the Avire's impressive wings, now stretched out unfettered by the cramped conditions of the elevator, failed to break her reverie. Even the professor didn't phase her. Uttering a few more unintelligible syllables, Xhin forced herself to stand upright as tall as she could, her eyes still wide and locked with Vaila's own, and her face almost vacant as she offered a hand to shake. "I'm Xhin oh my gods you're so pretty," she blurted, her face flushing almost as red as Vaila's hair.

Interactions & Mentions
C.DEX Lexielai - A Murder Of Corviknight Lyro

 

[TripTripleTimes]

Well, wasn't that a ride to remember? Faelen thinks as ze groggily picks zeself from the bottom of the elevator, using the bar that ze managed to grab hold during the zero gravity decent. It was fortunate that the half-orc managed to grab it then too; nobody needed the half-orc rolly polying around the metal box. The ride was already a zoo, thanks. Too bad majority of the people here did not hold on.

Faelen sits upright, legs crossed, and rubs their head. Ze can definitely feel the throb of bruises all over their body. Ze checks to see if ze has all their belongings and as ze does so, watches the red haired woman stroll right in and with a female Dwarf trotting behind. Bless the tiny woman though. She quickly exits the elevator, spitting bloody murder after trying to help the tiny Dragonborn up.

One by one, people leaves the vehicle and onto the cobblestone street, all with a varying range of modes. There is still a few stragglers in the elevator, Faelem included, so ze stands up ready to usher everyone out. One thing everyone knows is that the Dwarfs are not known for their patient.

“James, sorry about that. Do you need help?” Faelen looks at the human and then at the elf and the stag. The poor thing must be frightened by the ride, but now is to hop out of the box. The poor baby elf seems out of it too…

“Does anyone need help standing up?” Ze decides to open their offer to everyone. “Hopefully, nobody is too injured by this. What is wrong with the public elevator transportation…” Ze mumbles as ze eyes the couple of large feathers on the ground. Further a head, ze can hear the red head woman introducing herself.

Devious Dilbert Lunar EMP

 

[Lyro]

Prof. Kytrek Rhodius
Mentioned: Absurdisan C.DEX ​

Fawning fool, Kytrek thought to himself as he heard Xhin's outburst (had Cyell actually apologised to her? that ride must have had quite the effect on him), mentally chuckling to himself at his own pun. Doing his best to ignore whatever it was the others were doing (he assumed they were all fine; the elevator ride wasn't that terrible compared to the normal service, though he would still like to have a word with its operator), he walked over to the city map on display next to the elevator stop and took a look at it.

Their ride had taken them to the very edge of the city, in a rather upscale neighborhood - by Otresian standards, at any rate. They weren't far from their destination either, as it was just a short walk away. Kytrek had never heard of "Otres Upwards Relations", but businesses like these were a common sight throughout the world; the Guild was simply too sprawling and too decentralized to deal with customers on an individual basis, and often used such organisations as intermediaries.

"Don't encourage her," Kytrek admonished Xkin as he strode past her and headed towards the small marble building further down the street. "We're late enough as it is."

 

[Dalamus Ulom]

Dalamus was unsure as to why he was here. Well he sort of remembered. Some crazy kid had come knocking on his door on the tenth level, shoving some sort of paper into his face. It had looked interesting, but now he wasn't sure where he had put. Suddenly, an idea came to mind, and he would begin digging into the small bag at his side, before eventually pulling out a smooth, perfectly polished skull. "Where did I put the paper, Gram?" The drow would ask the skull, gaining the glances of a few nearby dwarves. "What do you mean, go over to the map? That won't help! No, I didn't kill you, the matriarchs did it! I'm telling you, I only used your bones because the voice in my head said so! Yes, I know how crazy that sounds, now shut up! No, you! Alu ulu orbb uoi'nota!" Dalamus would cry in drow very loudly before shoving the skull back into his bag, just as he would get to the map, only to find an old man blocking half of it.

"Usstan ssrig'luin ulu kyorl l'mapat'drachim, zhuanth nesst!" Dalamus would shout in drow, before repeating himself more calmly in Dwarven. "I need to see the map, sir. Please move a little." Suddenly, he would whip his head around to look at the elevators, where he thought he heard spiders. But no, only a bunch of people pulling themselves out of a dwarven elevator. Those things always felt weird to be in, especially when the dwarf music came on and brain controlled people into flying. He wasn't sure how, but he was sure it was brain control. Or gravity. Something like that. Not his job to play with them. His job was to go to Otres Upwards Relations. Maybe. He wasn't sure. For a second time, Dalamus would pull out Gram's skull. Once again, he whipped around, this time his focus on the old man. "Where is Otres Upwards Relations?" He asked, skull still in hand.

Lyro , Anyone Else Who Wants To Respond

 

[Lexielai]

Vaila Sonata
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Vaila smiled at the faun that ran up to her. “Hello and thank you, dear,” she said, unfazed by Xhin’s exuberance. Fans greeted her all the time, and she was used dealing with it. Still, on impulse, She reached out and gently held Xhin’s antlers for a moment before pulling back suddenly, realizing that maybe she was intruding on the faun’s personal space when she shouldn’t be.

“I love your antlers,” Vaila said with a sparkle in her eyes. “They’re so adorable.”

In all her travels she’d never had the chance to touch a faun’s antlers up close. They were cutest things from a distance. Occasionally one would be a fan of hers, but it was rare to see many faun where she performed in the lower and middle levels. Vaila held back a giggle as she looked down at the shorter girl, whose large dark eyes and reddening face looked beyond endearing.

She thankfully had enough self control to remove her attention from the cute little faun for a moment to address the crowd with other important matters. “Everyone, the professor is right!” she called out, feeling a slight shiver down her spine as she did. Though she refused to look, she knew Kytrek had one of his insanely smug expressions on his face right now. Old bastard. “I know your little adventure on public transportation was quite exciting, but we need to get moving. You’re all late as is and our employer is getting frustrated. Let’s talk as we walk, yeah?”

She then started moving away from the disastrous elevator ride and towards their destination with air of expectancy, fully anticipating the adventurers to follow. Vaila’s eyes immediately jumped back to the faun as she did.

“So what’s your name, dear? Have you been part of the guild long? May I touch your antlers?”

Tags: C.DEX Devious Dilbert A Murder Of Corviknight Absurdisan EMP TripTripleTimes Lunar Jeda Teq Lyro

 

[Jeda Teq]

"So, this is life, no... mana deprivation..." the dragon born said to himself kicking up dirt from the road in front of his nose by huffing out hot air. Opening his dark orange eyes he looked up at Vaila as she barked orders at his company. A low rumbling noise, similar to that of a crocodile, came from Kniges as he pulled himself up off the ground.

With the elegance of a drunkard, the black scaled being walked his way towards the beautiful performer. "Oi, You gangling Autumn branch... Just because..." He paused for a second taking a couple deep breaths, subconsciously tugging at the faintest glints of magic that has yet to dissipate in the under belly of the word. "Just because you're taller, doesn't mean YOU'RE the leader." He finished his sentence by poking Vaila in the center of her corset. Without much more to say he turned his back to the woman and proceeded to follow the path behind Kytrek.

The dragonborn felt as if he was going to fall apart so he hugged himself tightly with his arms and wings. "Oi! Blasphemer" He called out to Kytrek, "Do your scribbles say anything about the soul leeches that rob us of our powers. I know you feel it too!"


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[Lyro]

Prof. Kytrek Rhodius
Mentioned: Dalamus Ulom Jeda Teq Absurdisan ​

It had been easier to ignore the gibbering maniac when he had just seemed like one of the countless insane vagrants one encountered even all the way down here. But then Kytrek had noticed the faded Guild logo on the man's jacket. The old Guild logo. This man had been with the Guild for a long time. Kytrek stopped mid-step and took a better look at him.

"I know you, don't I?" he mumbled as he tried to remember where he had seen him before. Slowly, recognition came to him. "Chain Breaker," he finally said, trying to keep the surprise from his voice. "Is it really you, after all these years?" It had been some time since he had last had news of him. He had assumed he had finally gone the way most wizards of his stature went - alone and insane in the Upper Levels. Well, from the looks of it, he was halfway to that stage already. "Just follow me," Kytrek replied as he resumed his walk down the street. "And put that skull away. You look ridiculous holding it like that. More so."
The dragonborn then chose to shout at him for some reason. Blasphemer? That was a new one. Kytrek wondered what precisely he had done to deserve the title. "Just take a deep breath and count to ten, if you can manage that," he shouted back. "It'll be at least two hours before they start eating what's left of your brain, so you'll be fine so long as we don't keep wasting time here."


Bonus content, a past interaction between the Professor and Xhin:

Spoiler

The intercom buzzed loudly, interrupting Kytrek in his thoughts, and he turned an annoyed glance at it. What was the point of having been given an office if his peace was to be constantly disturbed? With a disgruntled sigh, he set down his pen on his desk and reached over to activate the intercom. "What?" he asked of it. "There is a woman here who wishes to see you. She claims to be from the Guild, and that she is here to deliver a package to you." This gave Kytrek some pause. A package? He wasn't expecting any-- wait, yes, he was! He had been waiting on this for nearly a month now. "Send her up immediately," he replied as he switched off the machine, doing his best to contain his impatience. He had waited this long, he could wait a few more minutes. In the meantime, he picked up his pen and resumed writing.
Xhin was staring absent-mindedly about the University grounds outside the offices - it was an impressive place, for sure, especially for the humdrum low levels - when she was woken from her contemplation by the receptionist. “Miss, the professor will see you. Up the stairs, to the right,” said the well-presented woman behind the desk. Xhin perked up and smiled. “Oh! Thank you,” she offered before bounding up the stairs, the box she had nestled beneath her arm held safely to ensure nothing shifted about too much on the turbulent trip. As she made her way to the desired floor of the building, she turned right and started counting down the doors, comparing the room numbers to the address written on the package. Eventually, she reached the right one and knocked loudly. “Hello? Professor…” she glanced at the written address again before continuing, “...Kee-Treck? Delivery!” Her grasp of dwarven wasn’t great, and names gave her a bit of an issue sometimes.
The door swung open, revealing the professor, whose gaze swiveled from side to side before lowering itself to glance at her. His scowl deepened as he took stock of the diminutive figure standing before him. "Professor Rhodius," he corrected her sharply. "Kytrek Rhodius. And about time too. Where do I sign?" Then, almost as an afterthought, he grunted and stood aside, beckoning brusquely with his arm. "You have had a long journey. Come inside. Just for a moment." His eyes never left the box held in the faun's arms. It was slightly larger than he had had expected. He hoped none of it had been damaged in the voyage.
Looking up at the bearded man, Xhin beamed a smile. “Sorry! Professor Rho-di-us,” she said, taking the time to sound out the name correctly. She held up the package to the man before he offered her to come inside, to which she smiled again. “Thank you! It was a long trip,” she remarked, tucking the box back under her arm and crossing the threshold to the office. She had been told the professor was someone of note at the University when she collected the package, and she was glad it had gone well so far. Once inside, she glanced about the room. “Oooh!” she marvelled at the papers and notes on the desk, and at the meticulously tidy and organised shelves. Without much thought, she blurted out, “What do you do here professor?”
Kytrek followed after her, still looking at the box. "Formal magistics. Magical research. Nothing you'd understand." As the faun seemed to be in no hurry to hand over her parcel, Kytrek felt himself becoming impatient. She probably had no idea who he was, or why his work mattered so much. Her slow and broken dwarven was not improving his mood, either. "And currently in the middle of something very important. So stay here for a while if you wish, but I need what you have brought me." Coming to a stop in front of her, he extended his right hand to her. "Now."None of what the professor said meant much to Xhin, such fancy words beyond her basic comprehension of the language, but it sure sounded impressive. She nodded in what she thought was a contemplative manner, and she offered up the box when he asked. “Here you go! One… box!” She handed the package over before fishing in her bag for a crumpled piece of paper and a pen, placing them on the box in the professor’s hands. “Sign here please! Then…” she trailed off as she looked at the accolades and dwarven artifacts on the little table to the side of her. Her eyes grew wide and she wandered over, resting her hands on the top of the table surface, which came up to her chin. She poked one of the strange contraptions and waited for something to happen. “What is this? Oh, and what is this?” she asked, not taking her eyes from the table and prodding another of the artifacts.
Kytrek immediately grabbed the box and took it back to his desk. He quickly signed his name on the piece of paper then threw it to the side as he opened the box. He had been expecting these books for some time - a colleague of his was performing field research on the Ninth Level and he had been desperately in need of his results. If he were to be honest with himself, he would have to admit that one month was actually pretty good time for traversing four Middle Levels. But these were considerations for another time. Tearing some of the wrapping, he reached into the box and pulled out the three volumes he had been hoping for. A quick glance revealed no immediately apparent damage, which was good; he'd had books arrive to him in all manner of terrible conditions before. The girl had done a good job, he had to admit it. He glanced up and noticed her fiddling with his display items. "Hands off," he growled as he stepped forward, swatting her hands away. "These are valuable, and fragile." Racking his brain, he tried to remember the corresponding elvish words. "Of lofty price afixed. Delicate as mirror of a thousand lights," he repeated, in his best approximation of Elvish. That's what these uppers usually spoke.
Xhin recoiled when the professor swatted her hands away, his gruff voice a further deterrent from any further investigation. She tucked her hands behind her and held them to make absolutely sure she kept from touching anything else. But when the bearded man started speaking in Elvish, she couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t bad, considering - most lower level folks didn’t do well with Elvish, but the professor was obviously a well-educated man. A few pronunciation issues, but otherwise she got the meaning loud and clear. “Sorry,” she offered, looking suitably admonished. She cast a quick glance back at the offending items on the table before making her way to one of the chairs facing the desk. She hopped up on one, her legs swinging below her, and looked at the books that he had produced from the box. She was very interested in seeing just what she had been lugging across four levels, and for it to be books was a little disappointing. She noticed the signed receipt, and she lifted it with deliberate care from the desk before placing it back in her bag. “Professor Rhodius,” she tentatively asked, “do you know a good place for food in the University? I am…” she paused, searching for the correct word. After a second or two, she blurted out, “rav-en-ous!”
Kytrek nudged the displaced objects back to their original positions. She hadn't damaged any of them, though he would have been surprised if she had; delicate or not, these were still dwarven-made. He then turned and walked back to sit behind his desk, grabbing the three books as he did so. "Cafeteria," he replied distractedly in dwarven as he began skimming through the books. His fingers turned the pages deftly, almost reverently as he got deeper into the books. "But it's closed right now. Dinner time in two hours." As he kept reading, his left arm reached for a desk drawer below him, which he opened. Grabbing the neatly-packaged meal he had prepared for himself in advance, he pulled it out and threw it at the faun, certain he would not have time to eat tonight. "Here. Hope you like deep food." He put down the first book and moved on to the second. As soon as he opened it however, a piece of folded paper that had been lodged inside fell out. Intrigued, he set down the book and unfolded the paper, revealing a letter by his colleague which his eyes began to scan.
Catching the bundle of food, Xhin looked at the professor and smiled widely. “Oh thank you professor! Thank you thank you!” She bowed as best she could while still in the chair, but she stopped herself from tearing open the package and devouring the food then and there. She placed the food in her bag and stood from the chair, looking back at the professor who was now scanning a piece of paper that must have come with the books. She bowed again, her antlers narrowly avoiding the tidy desk before her, and started making her way towards the door. “Thank you for your time,” she said, approaching the door. She reached for the handle before realising she’d forgotten something, so consumed with the thought of food was she. She turned back to the bearded man. “Oh! Do you want to send a, a, a… message or item back?”
Mid-way through the letter, the Professor let it drop on to his desk and reached forward to grab the box once more. Turning it towards him, he carefully peered inside, looking for something he must have missed in his eagerness. "Ah," he exclaimed as he reached in and took out a strange little cube about the size of his fist. Ignoring the faun's question, he waved at her and beckoned her back to his desk. "Look at this. What do you see?" Kytrek held the cube out towards her, turning it back-and-forth so that she could see it from all sides. Its material was unusual, a curious mix of amber and wood with a metallic sheen to it. Something deep inside the cube seemed to shine languidly, like a reflection at the bottom of a pool. "Ever seen anything like this?"
Xhin’s eyes lit up at the sight of the cube, and she approached the desk slowly. She wracked her brains for any memory of something like this, but nothing specific came to her. “It’s so pretty…” she remarked, her eyes transfixed by the iridescent colour shining from within the object. “There are lots of shiny things up top, but I have not seen this.” She struggled to keep herself from reaching out to touch it, clasping her hands behind her tightly. There was much inherent magic in this cube, that much was clear by its appearance, but she could also feel it. Whatever this thing was, it held greater secrets than it let on. She wrenched her gaze from the object and looked at the professor. “It is very strong with magic. What is it?”
"It is a physical impossibility." Kytrek turned on a light on his desk and shone it through the cube. Strange, shifting patterns appeared on the wall behind it. "Far more fundamental… hm..." The Professor hesitated for a moment before clarifying in Elvish. "The essential root of contradiction manifest purple." He continued in Dwarven. "The basis of all magic is impossibility. Much harder down here, of course. Enchantments don't last. But this isn't an enchantment. It's a trap." Getting to his feet, Kytrek reached over to a nearby cupboard full of magical paraphernalia and opened a small compartment. From it he took out a hammer and sat back at his desk, grabbing the cube firmly in his left hand. "And when the trap is released..." With his other hand, Kytrek brought the hammer down hard on the cube. It seemed to shatter almost before the tool hit it, breaking apart into infinitesimally small fragments. The light held prisoner in its center expanded into the air between the faun and the professor, creating a brilliant spectacle of choreographed light dancing with its own shadow. They moved in complex patterns no ordinary spell could have produced, seemingly increasing in complexity by the second. But then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the world around the light seemed to stretch and snap like a rubber band, and it disappeared. The professor sighed and sat back in his chair. "Reality is quite a bit more obstinate down here, like I said."
Listening with rapt attention, Xhin watched as the professor fetched the hammer and, still explaining in a lot of words that went straight over the little faun’s head, brought it down onto the cube. She let out a little “Eep!” of surprise as the cube disintegrated, and the light within started to spread and dance. As the myriad forms and shapes grew, her eyes widened and she instinctively took a step back from the desk, watching with a mixture of fear and wonder. When the world snapped back into place and the show was over, Xhin stood very still for a few long moments. After some time, she slowly approached the professor’s desk again, and took her time to make her words as clear and correct as possible. “You play with strong, dangerous things,” she warned “I am scared for you.” She had been around magic long enough to see what it could do, and while the professor seemed disappointed that their location had stopped whatever this cube was from progressing further, Xhin was really quite thankful. Forcing memories of war from her mind, she got up from her chair and smiled apologetically. “I am sorry, you are a very smart man who knows much more than me,” she paused, looking over his bearded face, a hint of sadness in her eyes, before continuing, “I do not want you hurt. Now, do you have a message to send back?” She straightened herself up, awaiting either a message or dismissal. This last experience had left a bad taste in her mouth, and she wanted to be gone from this office.
Kytrek's face remained blank as the faun carefully enunciated her small speech. He had heard such things before, many times. He assumed all wizards had, particularly the few remaining researchers. It made sense; the magical arts had reached a point where any further research went into strange, complicated domains, far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people like this diminutive courier. Where he and a few others would see wonder and beauty, others could only see danger and the unknown. They didn't understand. Still, he had hoped an upper at least would have been more used to it, even if ordinary spells were far beneath what his research was attempting. With a small quirk of his lips, the professor reached for a sheet of paper and hastily wrote out a short reply which he then handed to the courier. "Give her this, with my thanks. Now, be on your way." Picking up the first book again, Kytrek turned it to the first page, sat back and began to read it, his mind already turning away from his visitor. "And don't worry about me. I don't make mistakes."
Taking the note, Xhin stuffed it into her bag and offered a small nod. She had known people from the lower levels with such hubris before, travelling to the upper levels in search of wisdom, or power, or just for the thrill of it. Several poor fools had succumbed to their desire, destroyed by magic beyond their control or comprehension. But the professor was smart - he had got the cube brought down to him, instead of chasing it himself. Perhaps he was smart enough to avoid such disaster. But no one, no matter how smart or careful, makes no mistakes. Heading to the door, she offered another small bow and a smile. “Thank you professor, I will pass this on,” she said. “Have a nice day!” She waved and turned out of the door, closing it behind her. The delivery complete, she figured she had enough time to sit down on the university grounds and enjoy the meal that she had received. She wandered off in search of a suitable place for a picnic, relishing the chance to get back to the upper levels once she was done.

 

[Devious Dilbert]

James Huewes
To James's horror, he felt himself slipping from the grubby hands of the half-orc. It was only a matter of time before he would be flung straight into the-
Ah- here it comes...
Alright, James. Brace yourself...
He was given only a dreadfully brief moment to think before Faelen had lost his grip. And once into the open air, James tried his best to level himself out- to slam into the wall at least on his back where the point of impact would be spread out and thus causing less damage to himself. On his ascension, James saw the half-orc try to reach out for him again.
No-no, please don't... -He thought, then grimaced in pure sympathy for his bird-friend; James was able to escape the suffocating containment of the half-orc, but the restraints on Freddy were only further tightened.

Mere seconds into flight and the man hit the wall with brutal force. "Ergh-" He let out. Lucky for him, the impact was softer than it should have been due to the cushioned ceiling.
Boy, at least they were considerate in their design... -He thought, his entire being filled to the brim with sarcasm.

But again- to James's horror, he blinked and the half orc was now being shot straight up towards him.
Oh- Nope!! Nope!!
He forcefully rolled himself over to his side, missing the half-orc's crushing weight likely similar to a boulder. And it was then that Freddy was finally released and James hastily outstretched a hand to pluck the bird from Faelen's. Oh, poor creature... A tear was almost brought to James's eyes as a few sleek and shiny black feathers scattered from the action. Freddy was not majorly harmed, but likely traumatized from this experience. He pulled his raven close, wanting no more harm to come to this bird!

Unfortunately- the ride was not over. There was a short pause. Tranquility. The calm before the storm- when the participants were weightless and hovering from their places instead of glued to the top of the elevator box. But that was an ephemeral break because the elevator rumbled once again, corrected its gravity, and then bodies hit the floor. And from there, the room rapidly jerked left and right like a zig-zagging roller coaster.
And now, it was over.

James slipped his hat back on which had annoyingly fell off during all of the commotion. He heard the half-orc ask him if he needed any assistance, ( TripTripleTimes ) to which he huffed a reply with, "Uh- nope. I'm fine, but thank you."
Freddy was happy at least. She stretched her slim wings and a couple more of her feathers shuffled to the bottom of the elevator. James frowned. "I'm sorry, girl." His raven's feathers were quite literally ruffled. It would take her days of preening to get her soft coat of fluff back into shape.

"Oh... My god," James mumbled as he lagged out of the elevator doors behind the rest of the party members along with Freddy on his shoulder. He could see that his crew was already energized and ready to get moving towards their destination as Kytrek ( Lyro ) was leading the way without even a moment's rest.
"Well, shall we?" He tiredly asked his companion. All he got was silence, and no answer from the bird usually meant yes.

It seemed a new face had joined them right after the little reptile, a lovely red-headed bard ( Lexielai ). With the inevitable chill of ice in his eyes, James tipped his hat and faintly smiled at her before passing the woman as he walked along the main road towards the Otres Upwards Relations building.


(Sorry it took so long! Tagged people where they appeared in my post.)

 

[Lunar]

Interactions: Valia Sonata ( Lexielai )

Landren Ozz
The Wizard
Location: Elevator \\ Mood: Nauseous \\ Objective: Be gravity's bitch.

Oh thank the gods, it is over! Landren stumbled out of the Hellevator clutching his hands to his mouth, stopping a toxic vile to spew out of his frail body. After a few moments of composure recovery, he noticed a new face, a Half-Elf! He immediately took off his hat, spat in his hand, slicked his hair back (the best he could, it failed mostly) and approached the woman. "Why hello there darling, the names Landren Ozz, you may have heard of me, I DO go by many names; The Great Wizard, Legendary Hero, Lady Killer, but you can just call me Ozz." He introduces himself, taking her hand and kissing it, he then smiles, showing the large gap between his two front teeth.

He was none of the things mentioned above, most of his stories that he fabricates are inspired from tales of great heroes that he has heard from his childhood, most of the fantasies are the reason that he has chosen to follow this path of magic. Another inspiration to him was his older brother, Gale Ozz, a Cleric for an prestigious and powerful guild, he knew many great Healing and Divination spells. He tried many times to teach Landren, but to no avail, he always ended up setting someone, or something, on fire. Pushing his childhood memories aside, he puts his hat back on and waits for the girl to introduce herself.

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