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Active [Fae See Wilderness] Enigmatic Verdant Trial

Novama

One Thousand Club
OOC: I took the liberty of setting on the characters in scene with common cause. We will keep a 4 day post frequency per round. Ask any and all questions. At present it is a free for all as far as who posts when so long as it is done within the next 4 days. Out of combat, action economy will be ignored, but be mindful to play within character limits otherwise. I repeat: ask any and all questions. Now would be a great time to talk among the characters and npc.
Time: Late afternoon
Weather: cool crisp breeze with a slight mist clinging to the forest floor
TLDR: rp started. the characters' travels are interrupted by a fae presenting them with a choice to prove themselves worthy of proceeding.
Mentions: TheTimePiece TheTimePiece Elvario Elvario Daddy Dream Daddy Dream
Listening:

The forest beyond the capital of the Fae See stirred with a quiet, watchful energy. The air shimmered faintly, as though brushed with the residue of ancient enchantments, and the trees rose impossibly high, their trunks twisting in shapes that resembled both nature and art. Silvered leaves whispered to one another, their rustling forming a melody that seemed to follow the trio walking along a narrow, meandering path.

Victorique led the way, her small frame moving with determined purpose. The halfling investigator had pieced together a trail from whispers and half-truths, her sharp eye catching clues others might overlook. The Spirit King was not where one might expect—his grand temple in the capital stood empty. Instead, rumors suggested his presence graced a lesser-known sanctuary nestled deep within these enchanted woods. To uncover the secrets she sought, Victorique pressed forward, her companions drawn into her orbit by fate or design.

Kane walked a step behind, the executioner’s dark cloak brushing the ground with each stride. His shadowy presence contrasted sharply with the bright and shifting colors of the forest, but his loyalty to Victorique and her strange mission was yet to be determined. What secrets the Spirit King might reveal, Kane would need to decide if they concerned him—his focus rested on the halfling’s safety and seeing her task through for the time being.

Cass trailed slightly apart, his bright eyes darting between the canopy above and the forest floor beneath. The elf boy had overheard Victorique's inquiries in the capital, her quest to find the Spirit King stirring something restless within him. If the Spirit King could grant answers, perhaps Cass could find his own—a place to belong, a purpose to root his wandering heart. Now he walked with them, his hands occasionally brushing against the spell-pouches at his belt as if the woods might demand his skills at any moment.

As they approached a clearing, the forest grew unnervingly still. The faint melody of the leaves ceased, and a single figure stepped into view, emerging from the silver haze. She was tall, with a presence that seemed to ripple like sunlight on water, her hair flowing in impossible colors. Her feet hovered just above the mossy ground, and in her arms, she cradled a creature no larger than a child—a fox with golden fur, its legs bound with shimmering cords that glowed faintly with runes.

“You seek the Spirit King,” the fae woman said, her voice light as a bell yet carrying an undeniable weight. “You cannot proceed without proving yourselves. This creature has been condemned for a crime it cannot confess. It has stolen what it may never return, though the tale is not its own to tell. Will you choose to release it to wander free and risk the wrath of those it wronged, or will you deliver it to judgment, knowing the truth may never be known?”

The clearing seemed to hold its breath, the moss beneath their feet soft yet unyielding, as if binding them in place. The fox’s eyes flickered open—gold meeting gold—and the faintest sound escaped its throat, a plea or a curse, impossible to tell.

The fae woman extended her arms, holding the fox between her hands like a fragile offering. “Speak your choice, travelers. Prove your worth to the Spirit King.”

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Victorique Sopheana

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Alternate art generated from:
Victorique de Blois
Mentions: Novama Novama | Kane TheTimePiece TheTimePiece | Cass Daddy Dream Daddy Dream

Hearing that the big guy himself was somewhere out and about in the boonies was both surprising and unsurprising. Surprising in realising that the rumours were true. Unsurprising in that the rumours of the Spirit King being an odd one that wasn't all that actively involved being plentiful. “Well, I guess our way there is among the nicest ones thus far.” She'd remark, as out of all quests, she definitely felt closest to feeling at home here.

That shifted when it seemed they had some odd challenge heading their way. Of course there would be. So far, not a single attempt to learn more had been without them. Although this one was peculiar to say the least. “I'm a detective, not a judge. Normally it's not up to me to make such choices.” She'd grumble. “If it cannot confess to its crimes, then I must simply investigate them or demand the accusers to explain them to me whilst analysing the truth of their words.” She'd reply, not liking this.

“Or are we playing riddles now?” She'd think it through. “Either way, I'd get too annoyed not knowing the truth, so if the only way to learn it is to risk the wrath of those who condemned it, so be it. I'm not an [Annoying Pursuer] for no reason.” She was rather [Perseverant] about the truth, at the end of the day... and at the start of it, for that matter.

“If anything, I'm already annoyed at not knowing what it's accused of. Something it can not return? Time? Something it ate? Immortality?” So many options could fit right in with a riddle. In fact, she was curious enough to just go for it, approaching the fox with the goal of checking it out with [Information Overload] and even [Recap Episode] if the first one didn't garner enough results.
 
Cass Maven
Novama Novama | TheTimePiece TheTimePiece | Elvario Elvario
Cass was in awe at the surroundings around him, never having stepped foot in such an area before. If it wasn't for his need to live happily and find his place, he probably wouldn't have ever seen such a wonderous place. Cass had filled his awes to the brim when someone from his group had spoken. He nodded in agreeance, this place was definitely nicer than any other place he had been to so far. He was just about to respond then someone else spoke. Their voice was soft and rang out over the area like a warm breeze, however it also was clear and crisp with every word. It spoke about a fox who was condemned to an unspeakable crime, something was stolen and unable to be returned.

Cass thought for a moment on the options that the woman in front of them had given them and the unknown crime to which the fox had committed. It had taken something, so theft was involved. The stolen item could never be returned, so was it not of the physical world? Cass had only figured out these two parts of the four that were given to them. He was stumped on why there was not to be a confession and what it meant when the woman said that the tale wasn't theirs to tell. Cass looked at the woman holding the fox and gently gripped his staff.

"Without proper evidence on the situation, I believe the fox should receive a punishment that fits the vague situation. However, that would be a terrible decision, as this fox could have be framed for stealing the life of another being, and therefore could not confess or tell the tale of what happened. Perhaps having the fox repent on its actions by doing community work could help?"

Cass had no idea if anything that he said was helpful, but it made sense to him and hoped that it made sense to the others as well.


Cass was in awe at the surroundings around him, never having stepped foot in such an area before. If it wasn't for his need to live happily and find his place, he probably wouldn't have ever seen such a wonderous place. Cass had filled his awes to the brim when someone from his group had spoken. He nodded in agreeance, this place was definitely nicer than any other place he had been to so far. He was just about to respond then someone else spoke. Their voice was soft and rang out over the area like a warm breeze, however it also was clear and crisp with every word. It spoke about a fox who was condemned to an unspeakable crime, something was stolen and unable to be returned.

Cass thought for a moment on the options that the woman in front of them had given them and the unknown crime to which the fox had committed. It had taken something, so theft was involved. The stolen item could never be returned, so was it not of the physical world? Cass had only figured out these two parts of the four that were given to them. He was stumped on why there was not to be a confession and what it meant when the woman said that the tale wasn't theirs to tell. Cass looked at the woman holding the fox and gently gripped his staff.

"Without proper evidence on the situation, I believe the fox should receive a punishment that fits the vague situation. However, that would be a terrible decision, as this fox could have be framed for stealing the life of another being, and therefore could not confess or tell the tale of what happened. Perhaps having the fox repent on its actions by doing community work could help?"

Cass had no idea if anything that he said was helpful, but it made sense to him and hoped that it made sense to the others as well.
 
Kane Blackburne

Novama Novama Daddy Dream Daddy Dream Elvario Elvario

Kane nodded, "Not as dangerous as some of the places we were visiting I guess, but then again the Fae See does have a lot of wilderness, hopefully it doesn't prove to be similar to Rotia's wilderness.." He'd reply looking around the area in the distance yep a lot of plant life and other forest things here. Also where they were heading to impressive architecture as well.

When the figure revealed themselves in the woods, Kane was relatively guarded, not entirely sure what he was supposed to be expecting. The fact that Victorique was there made him feel a bit more secure even if the whole thing was sort of strange. Why the Spirit King felt that they needed to get involved to stop her from getting the information about titles was beyond him considering they went all the way up to the flipping sky kingdom to get that scroll only for a 'Sorry not gonna get what you want lol' type note.

Indeed, his main objective was seeing Victorique's operation through so she'd get the knowledge she was seeking at the moment. Anyway, he'd look to the new comer, and think it through.

"I'm sure I'm not going to be deceiving this thing anytime soon, so I'll just be honest, It's my job to carry out what others decide in these cases, not to ask questions, frankly all of that stuff is irrelevant to me, the fact is that it committed the crime, and presumably received titles there for that means that it needs to be delivered to judgement, compelling story or not. While I understand Victorique's perspective and objective in her line of work , it's not really a luxury that I tend to be afforded."

"As for this guy"
Kane pointed to Cass, "I agree that the punishment should be proportionate for what was done, I don't go lopping off the heads of the people who stole a loaf of bread, there are appropriate degrees."

Kane's probably [Lawful Neutralness] showing through some at the moment, as this was where he was at his point in his life in perspective.
 
OOC: good start
Time: Late afternoon
Weather: cool crisp breeze with a slight mist clinging to the forest floor
TLDR: The fix situation dealt with, a girl is chased by some demented creature just ahead of the party. what will they do?
Mentions: TheTimePiece TheTimePiece Elvario Elvario Daddy Dream Daddy Dream
Listening:

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The air grew tense as Victorique stepped forward. The silver leaves above rustled faintly, as though sharing their whispers with her, and the mist at her feet coiled in tighter spirals. Her thoughts surged into overdrive, dissecting the fae’s words, analyzing the creature’s delicate form, and searching for any thread of truth hidden beneath the surface. Her keen senses strained to their limits, her gaze catching the faint shimmer of the rune-bound cords, the subtle quiver of the fox’s golden fur, and even the infinitesimal flicker of its unblinking eyes. The scene, itself, exploding into layers upon layers of information.

But nothing fit. No obvious signs of guilt, innocence, or reason for its silence (aside from being an animal). The puzzle remained maddeningly incomplete, and despite Victorique’s brilliance, the picture refused to resolve. Her second ability, the one that allowed her to delve into past events, remained inert—her focus trapped in the present, clawing at riddles that would not yield.

Cass, standing back, his words attempting to inject some balance into the discussion. Community work? A reasonable idea, but reason fell away in this place. Kane, pragmatic, voiced his own stance, an executioner used to measured judgment but resigned to following decisions made by others.

The fae maiden, silent until now, smiled faintly, and the warmth of her expression sent a shiver colder than the mist through the group. “How fascinating,” she murmured, her voice like the chime of breaking glass. “You seek clarity, reason, compromise... but fail to act.”

Without warning, she shifted her hold on the fox, raising it high above her head as though presenting it to the very heavens. Her multicolored hair billowed outward, igniting with an otherworldly light, and the runes on the cords binding the fox blazed to life. The air crackled with ancient magic, oppressive and suffocating, as if the forest itself had stopped to watch.

Then, in a single, fluid motion, the fae maiden tore the fox apart.

The golden fur scattered like fragments of starlight, vanishing before it touched the ground. The fox did not scream—no sound escaped the shimmering remains that dissolved into nothingness. Its bodily contents flying through the air evaporating away like water on hot iron. The runes etched into the cords flared one final time before disintegrating into ash, carried away by the ever-whispering wind.

The fae maiden lowered her hands, her expression unchanged, serene and almost detached. “A choice must always be made, even in ignorance,” she said, her voice calm yet cutting. “You hesitated, and so the weight of judgment fell to me.”

The forest seemed to sigh, its light dimming as if mourning. The mist grew heavier, curling tighter around their legs, and the silver leaves above ceased their shimmering dance. The maiden’s gaze swept across the trio, lingering on each of them with an intensity that pressed against their very souls.

“Remember this,” she continued. “Here, the absence of decision is to court guilt.” With a final, fleeting smile, she floated out of the party's way so they may continue.

The clearing was silent, save for the rustle of leaves above. The oppressive magic ebbed.

Within view of the party, down the path, a girl screamed as she ran from a small goblinoid looking creature. The creature wielded a knife. The woman already had a few red slashes on her exposed back, the ruined fabric of her dress peeled back to reveal the wounds as she fled her pursuer. Mixed with the woman screaming, the creature could be heard wickedly cackling as it got close enough to slash the woman's calf, causing her to stumble. She continued to struggle along the ground for a time as the nasty little creature casually made its way over to her.

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Kane Blackburne

Novama Novama Daddy Dream Daddy Dream Elvario Elvario


While Kane was a bit surprised at first by the Fae's display by the fox with how she delivered justice upon it with such swift action Kane grumbled a bit after the fact when she spoke up and was on about inaction would lead to the courting of guilt.

"If you wanted me to lop the thing's head off you should have been more direct. That's one thing that isn't so bad about Nobles, they want something done they tell you in detail exactly how they want it done and when they want it done."

Apparently she had deemed it worth destroying so it was logical Kane would have had he known, why did it have to the spirit King and the Fae see??? Places and a person which were far from being known as direct.

Whatever, he'd shrug a bit when she left, hopefully that little trial wasn't going to screw up Victorique's chances just from that interaction. The next trial seemed pretty straight forward, even if it wasn't intended to be only someone who was completely indifferent, evil and or incapable wouldn't at least try to help what appeared to be a goblinoid.

"Don't worry I'll take care of this."

Kane looked to Victorique to assure her, knowing full well that fighting wasn't her thing, also glancing to Cass before, he'd look on at the creature gripping his..blade which was still reminiscent of fancy bread in shape which also still had the lingering scent, as he rushed forward and tried to attack the goblinoid using his ability

Move&Attack!
Should his ability be successful, his axe took on a dark aura as he'd attempt to cut off the thing's head aiming to severe the arm carrying the weapon and neck if he could, hoping that at least one would work, if his attack landed a dark stigmatas with old Terran style text took hold at the wound sight where his blade connected.


Actions 1 + 2:

Try using following ability on goblinoid:

MOVE!&ATTACK!- Fast E + Acrobatics E + Special Movement Zen Direction F + Fighting Style [Black Scripture Style: Royal Rotian Executioner] E + Incurable E + Penetrating E + Hot Shot E + Selective E + Energized E - E Grade Ability (Energized 0 Post cooldown)
Kane moves up to 40ft then uses his Royal Rotian Executioner Black Scripture fighting style to attempt to strike target(s) in a critical location to deal double damage. Attack ignores up to 2 grades of target's defensively used item. Wounds caused by attack require E grade healing or higher.
 
Victorique Sopheana

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Alternate art generated from:
Victorique de Blois
Mentions: Novama Novama | Kane TheTimePiece TheTimePiece | Cass Daddy Dream Daddy Dream

She listened to the stranger's (Cass's) response. It was a non-answer if she'd ever heard any. “You'd need to know if the thing was guilty or not before sentencing it to community work.” She'd chime in. With Kane, she'd just nod. “In an ideal world, you'd come in after I did my job well, after all.” She'd find them guilty, he'd deliver punishment. That'd be a pretty neat system.

Her senses had gotten her a whole lot, but nothing of use. She clicked her tongue. The words spoken by the Elf annoyed her a lot. “You asked us to speak our choice, I told you I'd rather risk gaining the wrath of those who condemned it than not learning the truth and told you why and how I'd want to find that out. What else do you want?” She'd spoken her choice pretty bloody clearly, perhaps with a fair few words, but nevertheless she'd done as asked.

It's why seeing the Fae make all sorts of theatrics out of killing the fox and then going on about hesitation only annoyed her more. “For fuck's sake, I told you I'd rather risk condemnation and letting it go in order to learn the truth, did I not?” She'd scoff. Then it suddenly hit her. The reason this was already starting off so bloody annoying. “Kane, I think I figured it out. The Spirit King gave me the [Annoying Pursuer] title himself and he's going to give us a whole lot of Annoying tasks, riddles and questions to get back at me.”

That was the easiest way to make sense of all these theatrics. She'd take out a pipe, fill it with tobacco and lit it. Taking a deep lurk, she'd breath out the smoke slowly. “At this point, it'll no longer be about wits or clever thinking, just about how much bullshit I'm willing to put with to reach him.” It was going to be a pain and a half, but she hadn't come this far to let that discourage her.

It's why the next scene made her chuckle. Upon hearing Kane say he'd go in to deal with it, she'd nod. “Sure, go get 'em.” She'd leave Kane to it.

That said, she'd speak up to Cass, or just to the void if Cass wouldn't listen. “You know, we shouldn't be surprised if this is going to be bullshit again. Like, I don't know, suddenly learning that girl murdered the goblin's entire family and he was just trying to take vengeance. Of course, if we'd do nothing, we'd be blamed for watching a goblin kill an innocent girl. Whatever we do, I'm sure they'll make it so that the result is whatever is the most annoying to me. Which, in turn, might mean that by saying all of this aloud, they might chose a logical option to prove me wrong in an attempt to annoy me more. Which, by saying that aloud, means we've reached a reductio ad absurdum.” In other words, any option would now be absurd.
 
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Cass Maven
Novama Novama | TheTimePiece TheTimePiece | Elvario Elvario
"Community work is for both the guilty and the innocent, the time in with it is done is the true aspect of the punishment."

Cass spoke in response to Vic's words, looking at her with pouty lips. However, the look faded to horror as he watched as the fox was torn to bits before disappearing in a puff of ash before him. His pale eyes looked up at the being as she spoke, talking about making quick decisions and not to hesitate when giving a ruling. Cass was quite upset at the trick and grumbled a bit when she moved out of the way to allow them to pass into yet another scene. This time it was a girl running from a goblin, having her back sliced up like a piece of meat. Cass watched quietly, hearing Kane pipe up and take care of the situation. If anything that the fae woman spoke of was true, then Kane's actions were appropriate.

"Regardless of who she is, what happened before hand, or how this all came about. All I hear is you getting upset at the consequences of your actions and trying to sound smart by running in circles."

Cass grumbled his response to the woman, her words seeming to upset him for some reason.



"Community work is for both the guilty and the innocent, the time in with it is done is the true aspect of the punishment."

Cass spoke in response to Vic's words, looking at her with pouty lips. However, the look faded to horror as he watched as the fox was torn to bits before disappearing in a puff of ash before him. His pale eyes looked up at the being as she spoke, talking about making quick decisions and not to hesitate when giving a ruling. Cass was quite upset at the trick and grumbled a bit when she moved out of the way to allow them to pass into yet another scene. This time it was a girl running from a goblin, having her back sliced up like a piece of meat. Cass watched quietly, hearing Kane pipe up and take care of the situation. If anything that the fae woman spoke of was true, then Kane's actions were appropriate.

"Regardless of who she is, what happened before hand, or how this all came about. All I hear is you getting upset at the consequences of your actions and trying to sound smart by running in circles."

Cass grumbled his response to the woman, her words seeming to upset him for some reason.
 
OOC: wonder what will happen next
Time: Late afternoon
Weather: cool crisp breeze with a slight mist clinging to the forest floor
TLDR: Kane kills the goblinoid, woman walks off alive, the fae from before follows the party to check in on their progress
Mentions: TheTimePiece TheTimePiece Elvario Elvario Daddy Dream Daddy Dream
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Kane's movements wasted no time, there was no time available to waste if he wished to succeed. Kane's weapon trailing a dark, ominous aura as he went. The goblinoid cackled maniacally, its bread knife raised high, ready to plunge it into the woman as she clawed at the dirt in a desperate attempt to escape.

But Kane arrived on time, fast enough to create his own draft among the leaves in his wake.

With a clean, decisive strike, his blade arrived. The goblinoid barely had time to register the shadow upon it before its head separated cleanly from its body, the knife clattering harmlessly to the ground. Dark stigmata, written in ancient Terran script, etched themselves into the creature’s wounds before its lifeless form slumped to the earth. Silence fell, broken only by the woman's ragged breathing.

She staggered to her feet, her dress torn and bloodied, and turned to Kane with an exhausted but appreciative look. “Well, that ugly little bastard had it coming,” she spat, kicking the goblinoid's corpse for good measure. She straightened herself as much as her wounded body allowed, gave Kane a begrudging nod of thanks, and added, “Appreciate the save. For the record, yeah, I did kill his lot. Filthy little pests had it coming. And I'd do it again if the clergy bring the lot back out of some misguided kindness. You'd do well to do the same. Us humans need to stick together.” Without further explanation or apology, she brushed herself off and began limping down the path, muttering curses under her breath.

Victorique’s earlier musings seemed to hang in the air, vindicated in part but far from satisfying. The forest, as ever, held its mysteries close, the mist curling ominously at their feet.

From above, a gentle hum of displaced air announced the presence of the fae woman. She floated gracefully into view, gown replaced by a snug outfit seemingly better suited to forest travel. Her serene expression marred by the faintest trace of smug amusement. “Ah,” she said, her voice lilting with mock delight. Or was it? She looked as serious as before and her face gave no indication she was enjoying what was unfolding. “I see you’re undergoing more trials... any of them sinking in?”

Her eyes flicked briefly to Victorique before she turned, her multicolored hair rippling as though caught in a wind no one else could feel.

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Kane Blackburne
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Kane would have been pretty thrown off if his attack had failed against such a low level looking monster. So he was pleased to see that he killed the bugger pretty easily.


Seemed that Victorique had a good intuition at what had been going on as perusual .


“Yeah no problem, but Why are the religious lot offering refuge to monsters?. I never heard of a of a non monster goblin, far as I’m concerned the lot of them can die, a “good” or “apologetic “ monster is just pretending before it strikes…next”

“Think I’m pretty qualified to make that value judgement living in Rotia for most of my life and all that.”



Kane nodded in agreement, unaware or perhaps ignorant of there being another type of goblin being a thing.


After the human left, a fae woman rolled up again.

He’d roll his eyes abit at what she said next,

“Look lady, I get the first one, Inaction often doesn’t lead to the results you want or whatever, but what was the point of this one? That I’m supposed to reflect and think that violence leads to more violence or something? If the monsters didn’t want to die then they shouldn’t be trying to butcher everyone else because they feel like it.”

He’d huff crossing his arms some, after making his way back near to victorique. This was probably a surprising amount of thought coming from someone like Kane who wasn’t exactly known to think about more nuanced issues like this meaning at the very least he was engaged.
 
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Victorique Sopheana

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Victorique de Blois
Mentions: Novama Novama | Kane TheTimePiece TheTimePiece | Cass Daddy Dream Daddy Dream

She looked at Cass like he had just hit his head a few times too hard on a concrete floor. “What?” That was her genuine first reaction. “Did you really just defend randomly sending folk to do community work without knowing if they're guilty to something or not? Then proceed to claim that time spent doing community work is the true aspect of a punishment?” She shook her head. “That's some North-Korean logic right there...” She doubted he'd know of that country, but it didn't matter.

“Consequences of my own actions?” She hummed. “Perhaps you're right on that one. I did end up annoying the Spirit King by wanting to learn the truth about titles. So whichever tricks he'll pull, I guess in a way, it was indeed the consequences of my own actions. Up and including to accepting his invitation to meet him.” She'd nod. She was willing to concede on that part. She was snarky, but not unreasonable.

“Well executed buddy.” She'd compliment Kane, though not able to abstain from making a bit of a pun about it. Be it a wrong decision or not, he'd at least made it in style and with talent.

As the woman spoke up, she couldn't help herself from laughing. Not the genuine laugh, but the awkward laugh you'd get when annoyed, confused and frustrated. “Humans needing to stick together? Of course she's a racist as well. The last time I checked Humans themselves are little more than pests in the See, so her and her family could be wiped out next by a Fae with all the same rights and reasons to it.” She'd give them a quick reminder of how brutal those titles and corresponding rules and laws had been.

She shook her head at Kane's words. “I'm fairly sure they exist. Human goblins, perhaps Fae goblins and Beast goblins as well.” Even so, it didn't matter. “Either way, I'll abstain from further investigation. Whichever we'll find, what's done is done and I don't feel much like playing this game any more than needed.”

That said, as she looked up, she couldn't help herself from staring. “Pretty...” She'd mumbled. Even the snarky halfling had some likes and those colours were among them. She snapped back to it upon the question. “Well, both seemed related to criminal titles. Or at least titles based on the laws of the lands. It's not fitting for a detective to make 'guesses' in public, but I'll throw some out there. For one, the judging of the fox might be alluding to how criminal titles are granted. Which, if true, would be a true revelation, as it would be an admission that they are made in haste and might be flawed.”

She breathed in and out some more smoke. It really helped her think. “The goblin and the woman might also reflect that quick decisions, despite being needed, will likely not tell you the whole truth.” Pondering a bit more, she'd eventually shake her head. “Though I must say, that would be a disappointing outcome. To learn the such a omnipresent system is not omnipotent as well.”
 

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