Fantasy Charwell Guild

[TheCoRgiGaL]

Isla smiled sadly at Myrrl, but nodded at his question.

“Yea..yea I suppose I am a bit worried...” suddenly a massive paw reached up toward her, but she didnt flinch. She trusted the gnoll just on his presence alone, and while it might not have been the smartest idea as she had already been hurt by a guild member, she couldnt help it. Her trust paid off as he gently patted her on her head, making her giggle.

“You know, I’m-“ Isla was cut off as her attention was drawn to a man who had suddenly entered the nurse’s. He cut a very happy introduction short as his gaze rested on her and Myrrl. Before she had the time to even ask who he was, his demeanor turned extremely agressive. Suddenly he was telling her to back away from Myrrl...

But instead of doing as he wished, Isla just sighed dramatically.

“Listen...um...sorry I dont know your name.. I’m Isla! And as much as I appreciate your concern, I would appreciate it much more if you would just not right now. Also, telling a sickly person to move outta bed is kinda rude, dontcha think? Though I suppose I’m more bruised than sick huh..?”

Before the man could say more, another Isla (a much more healthy Isla) appeared next to him, patting him on the shoulder gently before smacking his wrist like a mother would do with a badly behaved child. She clicked her tongue at him, narrowing her eyes threateningly.

entropic

 

[MaraZipan]

• Acamen

• 
  Lenny2000
  Acamen was taken back by Illyria’s words.
  “What?” he asked blinking in shock. “Illyria are you okay? You are not acting like yourself at all.” Acamen questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. Illyria was a very important person to him and he didn’t want to have to do anything drastic. He had always struggled with cutting people out of his life. He would give people 100 chances and continue to get hurt and hurt again but when it came to others getting hurt due to his decisions that was a different story.
  “Illyr-” he started but stopped immediately as a black liquid began to pool in his eye.
  
  Save me Acamen
  
  As soon as he heard those words everything clicked in his head. “Dacia” he spoke quietly under his breath, clenching his teeth. As Dacia drew his mace Acamen got into a defensive stance. He didn’t dare transform yet in fear of causing him to attack.
  “Dacia, drop the disguise. What is going on? What did you do to Illyria?” he began to spit out question after question.
  

 

[BFabulous]

Roya had drunk three more bottles of alcohol and was on her fourth as she made her way back to the infirmary. She was not drunk but as she described it, just a little loose,"Ugh...This is a day! I worked hard! For two days with no drink and now something is wrong with Illyria..….Things might be becoming serious....."She thought about it,"Yea, I'm tired of responsibility for now."She chugged the drink and started on her fifth. Rounding the corner Roya scanned the room noticing Acamen was gone,"I'm gonna bust his kneecap-" Before she could finish she noticed Myrrl.

Roya sprinted past Wyatt and did a slight jump at Myrrl embracing him,"Oh....My......GOSH! You are just adorable!" The young woman had started showing the gnoll a lot of affection. Roya hugged Myrrl, patted his head, rubbed his fur and then started to inspect him like a judge,"Wow, just wow. You are so big and your fur, although rough and matted, is just beautiful. I must apologize for touching, but you are just a site to see." Roya's face was lit up with enjoyment. She loved almost anything with fur and the larger the better, she would even reject jobs that had her hunting creatures with fur. Acamen was the only person that could make her do but he also banned her from going into the woods without supervision, because she would go missing hugging bears, foxes, squirrels, and just about everything with fur. Ironically she hates amphibians and reptiles but if they even a bit of fur she loves it. Turning to Luce,"Lucy, where did master go?" Roya only called Luce that when she was drunk, or extremely happy.
MaraZipan Remmock TheCoRgiGaL

 

[Lenny2000]

Dacia (Illyria)
Mentioned: MaraZipan

Dacia forced himself a smile while still living peacefully under the skin of his rival, looking intently at acamen as he tightens his grip but doesent strike yet, he will only get more powerful if being striked by first.

"Oh so you figured it out... took you long enough~" he laughs at acamen while starting to encircle the leader , keeping eyes locked on him, trying to see any weakspots in the man as he smirks

While he continues to circle him he starts talking again Illyria noticed my behavior , burning down the place , least trying to, so he went to duel with me. " he chuckles at his own thoughts " the bastard had no idea that the only members of the species are me and him... but he is dealt with ..." with Dacia's free hand he reached into his pocket and pulls out Illyria's chaos necklace and tossed it to Acamen " let's just say problem taken care of.... mostly..." he growls as somehow the inner Illyria refused to give up and pass on to the afterlife as he stays inside Dacia's body

A angry expression has sporadically came from Dacia as he is ill patient with Acamen not attacking him yet so Dacia decides to pull the spark to the gasoline. Sliding out a quick dagger from his waistband and holding to his mace he uses both weapons as he strikes with great lust " die already!" He shouts as from his left side he swiped with the dagger and the right comes the mace , either way he suspects that the target would be injured before he starts to commence a flurry of light attacks from his knife , laughing softly to himself as he starts to sing a song to himself as he wipes away the Illyrian bloom ink from his eye " go to sleep little sheep, come rest your head whenever alive or dead the floor will always be stained in red, for your daughter I will sin all on your bed THERE WILL BE NOTHING YOU CAN DO! JUST TO STAY ALIVE!" The insanity of Dacia now at an all time high as Illyria continues to slowly leak out a black goopy gunky black blood but with properties that are a mix of the liquidity of water but the thickness of ink as it is easy to cover up and stain but also he healing essence of Illyria as it's his lifeblood, slowly ozzing out and being cast away on the floor piece by piece by Dacia as he is composed of different mixture of chaos blood~


Dacia of course throughout the battling that was commencing tried over and over continously to teleport away to escape or surprise attack acamen but to his surprise it was fizzled as he screams in anger " I hate you Illyria !" As Illyria deep inside continues to use his life energy to hinder and disable Dacia in order to help his beloved friend acamen no matter what , a small voice murmured out once again in Illyrian voice " I always loved you as a brother acamen ..."

 

[Remmock]

TheCoRgiGaL entropic BFabulous

Yea..yea I suppose I am a bit worried...

Myrrl had been petting gently, knowing that the girl's body was delicate. There was something about her that he couldn't quite pin down. It gave him a warm feeling inside, like a bellyfull of meat. Like wrestling with his brothers and sisters at the monastery.

Hi! I'm here to help! Can I-

Yet at the moment he heard the voice his petting slowed to a halt. He had looked over and saw the change happening in the young man's face. He didn't know Wyatt by name, but he knew what the shifting pose meant. It was a prey reaction. To the gnoll, Wyatt was startled prey preparing to lash out. It was in the tensing of the muscles, the shifting focus of the eyes. He could smell the change in the air from the young man. Body language was perhaps a subtly important addition to the spoken word for the fleshy types, but for Myrrl it was the primary language. He could read intentions with astute clarity.

Hey, you there next to the monster. You'd do well to get away from that beast - it might just snap any second and tear you into pieces. Gnolls aren't pets. They can't be tamed.

Myrrl's ears flattened. His hand was frozen. All he could do was wait and watch the young man while he made his position clear. All right, so this was going to be a fight and the prey had come to him instead of being sought out. Myrrl began to consider... he'd have to be quick. The neck was always soft and fleshy. His armor could help suffer the brunt of most blows, which meant a single strike could mean decisive victory in this moment. As the rush began to flow in his veins his breathing slowly quickened, becoming a touch shallower and faster. A sudden and palpable sigh twisted one of Myrrl's ears in that direction, however.

Listen...um...sorry I dont know your name.. I’m Isla! And as much as I appreciate your concern, I would appreciate it much more if you would just not right now.

She was defending him? The girl was defending Myrrl? He wasn't used to that idea. His surprise would be clear as Isla was suddenly both sitting next to him and standing next to Wyatt. The large gnoll watched carefully. With her being in the way he wouldn't be able to strike any longer, not without risking hurting her. But she was next to him. But she was there. It hurt to think about too much. Perhaps he could get at the man after all. Perhaps...

Oh....My......GOSH! You are just adorable!

The sudden feeling of arms around his waist caused him to jerk. His mouth snapped open, teeth bared as he sought to murder whatever had seized him so suddenly. He must have stopped within inches of slamming his jaws tight around the top of the head of the girl hugging him, for her scent was strong and her hair tickled his nose every time it fluttered upward when he breathed in. He was paralyzed, battling every instinct that told him to maul her. One of his brothers had gotten in considerable trouble the day Sergeant Operant had playfully pinched him by surprise.

 

[entropic]

Remmock TheCoRgiGaL BFabulous

Normally, Wyatt would have found Isla's sassy response hilarious.
However, with the gnoll in his presence, Wyatt didn't even bother to respond to her. He was certain that Isla would be singing a completely different tune if she'd but heard the stories of the tantekurash - these were gnolls who'd acted as specialist slavers in war bands. Tantekurash meant 'spirit breaker', which was fitting given that torture was the only discipline in which gnolls had any significant contribution.
Wyatt didn't need to hear those stories.
Likewise, he ignored the clone, brushing off her slap to his wrist. Even as Roya, who reeked of alcohol, barged past Wyatt to hug the beast, he paid no attention to her. He barely even registered that it was actually Roya who'd run past him in the first place. Wyatt was too focused on the gnoll - it seemed to be regarding him now, probably sizing him up.
It felt as though every muscle in his body was tensed - a careful observer, however, would have noticed he was trembling.

Roya, who was clearly too drunk to even register rational thought, suddenly grabbed at the gnoll in an embrace.
"You idiot! Back away!" roared Wyatt. He had split seconds before the gnoll would likely crush the girl's head. This wasn't even unique to gnolls; any creature with even the minimum of wild instinct would have reacted the same way.
Wyatt's attacks were performed by visualising the current flow. This took a fairly large degree of concentration, but he was panicking - there was no way he could gather enough focus to attack before the beast could crunch through Roya's skull. Even if he did somehow manage to attack, chances were that both Roya and Isla would end up charred corpses...
He watched helplessly the gnoll's eyes widen with wild rage as it bore it's fangs. Its teeth gleamed as it jerked towards the girl - Wyatt winced, anticipating that Roya's head would soon be a mass of red and grey.
But then, the gnoll just froze. It was clearly very uncomfortable, but it didn't attack.
This gnoll could not possibly be showing restraint. Gnolls had no restraint! What the hell was going on right now?

Before Wyatt could really figure that out-
"Which one of you is making such a racket?!" barked the head nurse, furiously barging in. Her eyes narrowed as they settled on Wyatt, the source of the disruption.
"How dare you cause such a scene in front of my patients!?" she yelled, rushing over and walloping Wyatt over the head with her clipboard.
"Gah! Sorry - ow! But - OW! There's a monster-stop!-" he stammered, cowering from the nurse's precise blows.
"I don't care! This is a sickbay! There are - sick and injured- patients here!" hissed the nurse, striking him with every pause. "I've enough on my plate right now without having to babysit unruly magicians! Get out of my office!"
With a final swat, she pushed Wyatt outside before turning to the rest. "Some people, hm?" she sighed, her face returning to it's normal pleasant expression. "Call me if any more troublemakers come along."

***​

Today really had been a disaster.
Wyatt made his way out of the guild building, feeling slightly drained for once. It was his first day and he'd already been thrown out of the nurses' office for being a troublemaker. The nurses office of all places! He'd just wanted to help!
Wyatt wasn't a zealot. He was willing to concede that the gnoll might have been different - he'd seen that with his own eyes just now. However, it was a gnoll. He could deal with and accept any creature, but gnolls were a different story entirely. The very thought of gnolls made him tremble uncontrollably.

 

[OrWangatan]

thefierysiren entropic
It took a very generous amount of time to get everything sorted out, but once everything was into piles by genre, Beltari stood up and stretched her back. Each pile had at least 30 books in it, and sorting by last name was going to take even longer. It was true that Beltari found it very relaxing to sort things, but she didn't want Lark to think she was a boring and uninteresting person. Oh and don't forget that after all the books are sorted, Beltari's gonna have to sort all the miscellaneous documents into a file box.

"Alright I think that'll be good enough for today. We should probably take a break, maybe find something to eat, before I come back and put things on the shelves. I wish I had something to give you as thanks...." She looked around her room a bit, "I have some melted lemon candies. Uh... You could always take a book that you find interesting."

Out of the hundreds of books Beltari had, Lark should be able to find one that interests her. Beltari began walking towards the main Guild hall. She planned on making her way back to the market place to buy that boy a new shirt. It was the decent thing to do, as much as Beltari needed the money.

After that, I'll go check the request board and try to find a way to make some easy money. If only I could find that stupid thief. I could demand him to pay all the burnt books... if I find him, I'll also make him pay tax.

 

[MaraZipan]

• Acamen
• Luce

• 
  Lenny2000
  Acamen sighed out of annoyance as Dacia charged at him. It was quite simple for him to transform and slip into the corner of the room before the boy had even taken a step. He watched the boy scream and attack the air as he tapped his foot waiting for him to stop. Dacia was taking too long so Acamen took the opportunity to step out of the room and gather rope. He was gone and back by the time Dacia had finished his assault of attacks. Once Dacia finally took a second to breathe Acamen slipped behind him and tied his hands together multiple times behind his back with the rope.
  
  “Just so you know, that rope is enchanted so the more that you struggle the more it tightens so I would suggest not moving too much,” he spoke stepping in front of Dacia and transforming back. Acamen pulled out a chair from the desk in the corner and signalled to Dacia for him to sit on the bed.
  
  “I would like nothing more than to kill you. I have been on this earth for quite a long time and killed a large number of people in that time but when I fell in love with Lucinda’s mother I promised I would never end a life unless I was defending someone else. So in short. You get to keep your life but we need to talk. Why don’t we start with why you came back here.” Acamen asked narrowing leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.
  
• 
  BFabulous
  Luce had been laying down staring at the ceiling but quickly sat up when she heard Wyatt bust in yelling about something. She was going to quickly step in and stop Wyatt from starting a fight with Myrrl but thankfully Heather had stepped up and done that for her. She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she watched that go down. That was very usual behaviour of Heather. Luce was thankful for the scene that went down. It helped cheer up. She quickly wiped the tears from her face and put on a bright smile. It was her birthday. How could she be crying? She turned toward Roya, sitting with her legs crossed on the bed.
  
  “Roya, are you drunk?” Luce asked. “You know I hate getting called Lucy.” she continued, narrowing her eyes at her. “You were doing so well the last few days too. My father asked me to send you to his office too so you could help him.”. She softly shook her head at the intoxicated girl but couldn’t help but smile. “Oh by the way, did you manage to get the elixir before you downed a few shots?”
  

 

[Lenny2000]

Dacia grunts as he was being tied up by acamen and cannot resist necessarily. His hands bound as if he tries to resist he is well informed of the consequences as he lowers on one knee and stops resisting. Dropping his weapon and disguise he reveals his true colors as the black lifeessence of Illyria fades away and his head looks downward in shame.

Walking slowly to the bed and taking a seat he listens intently but refuses to look up at acamen, the inner sin coursing through his veins as he is ashamed to be defeated , despite given mercy for now he can barely tell the difference between the acceptance of being defeated and falling in battle with a sword ( or mace) in hand.

As acamen stats to lead on the questions Dacia's tears of shame run down as regular tears that would be with any human or creature. His answer respondig as soft as possible while remaining to a shaky tone to try his best to hold onto his 'tough chaos' emotions and behavior " the... " his loot... his life... his room... to continue where he .......left off..." he responds to acamen

 

[thefierysiren]

OrWangatan TheFalconSinOfLies
Lark breathed a sigh of relief as she processed the information that Wyren had given her. Luce had taken Isla to the infirmary which meant that Luce was okay, but Isla wasn't? A small frown settled on her lips. The last time she'd seen Isla, the girl was going to decorate for tonight's party. Clearly, that hadn't happened, or if it did, Lark couldn't imagine that there was much left of it in the aftermath of... well whatever had happened after she ran. She could only assume that Isla would be okay since Wyren didn't seem alarmed. On the other hand, she didn't know him well enough to gauge his reactions. Eventually, she settled on staying calm and being patient. There was nothing she could do if she were to rush to the infirmary anyway. She was pulled from her musings when Beltari began to speak.

Picking up the books she'd dropped before, Lark separated them into their respective piles. "Oh no, you don't need to--oh." she stopped short as the tiefling was already out the door. "Thank you," she said quietly. It was clear that she was unnerved as she quickly looked around for a book to take. The word 'baking' caught her eye and she hastily shoved the book into the messenger bag at her hip before turning to run through the doorway. She hadn't even taken a step when she made eye contact with Wyren. I should ask him if he's okay.

"You're not going to start wailing again, are you?" She realized that her tone was a little abrasive and a familiar warmth rose in her cheeks. That wasn't exactly what she had intended to say. She was beginning to think saying what she meant in the way that she meant it was just too much to ask of herself.

 

[TheFalconSinOfLies]

"Hm" Wyren shot quickly his head up and turned to see Lark, he had heard what she said and as a cold glare set on his face he noticed her fluster. He stood up and walked out the door without answering her but before he was out of ear shock he said back "Of course not" mimicking a rude tone.

When Wyren got to back to his room he grabbed the doorknob and hit his head on the door, "Why did I just walk off like that" he didn't want Lark to think she had done something wrong, maybe she had done it on purpose but that wasn't reason enough to just leave someone alone and confused. He hated when people did that to him so why did he do it to her.

He sighed angrily as he turned the doorknob then he kicked the door open, letting it slam against the wall then bounce off of it. He walked inside of his room and saw that nothing inside was burnt. Relived, Wyren immediately walked over to his bed and looked at the picture above it. It was a drawing of a singular butterfly hovering over a blue flower. Wyren took the picture down and walked over to his closet. He opened the closet doors and hung the picture on the inner wall of it.