Fantasy Forsaken Dawn: IC Guild RP

[Coco Adel]

Yatari
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Yatari and Kindo had gone their separate ways, for now, deciding that maybe an S rank was maybe a little too ambitious right now and that maybe they should have a little more experience under their belt before they did one...that and they had a bit of trouble trying to figure out exactly well...how they were going to make it to the Wayfinder Tundra. While Island hopping certainly seemed like a plausible idea...they couldn't help but think that they were rushing into it...that being said, hunting and ogre seemed like a brilliant idea...yeah they could handle an ogre. They were weak to fire, they could create illusions and even drain life force if need be...yes, that sounded like a grand idea. they hopped along cheerfully, riding the lightning rail or more so, riding on top of the lightning rail. they smiled, laughing happily as the wind blew through their fur, holding on using their own ability to produce lighting to stick to the top on the train. It was fun, like being on a ride and they didn't have to pay a single mortal coll. They did not dismount the train at Sterngate but instead waited until they were halfway to Zolanberg and released her magic so that they wouldn't stick to the top of the train anymore, making them fly off the roof of the train in the direction of the mine. They laughed gleefully, having an absolute blast. They twisted her body through the air and steadied themselves so they could fly to the mine when they smelled something in the air...people? Several people...they couldn't have been the miners, they wouldn't be anywhere near the mine with the ogre still about...were they here to kill the ogre? We're they from another guild?

Of course, she had no idea that they were from the same guild, they'd left before Zilyana had gotten up and therefore didn't have their marks and they left before Yatari had even arrived. Yatari floated down on top of Khione's head. She was cold and virtually had no smell, although her cold didn't bother her too much due to her fur in her tiny kitsune form, but they still didn't like it very much, if they wanted to be cold they'd have continued onto the tundra so they quickly moved onto Shanks's head but...he kind of smelled and there was a monster on his back so she again quickly moved Oliver's head...this one was warm, and smelled of fancy shampoo, he must have been one of those noble types. Yatari did smell something else in the air though…what was that? It was coming from...the cloaked girl. Then there was another boy but he smelled human so that was easy enough to identify.

Yatari supposed it might have been rude just to lie on people's heads without asking...they supposed they should get off the nobleman's head even if it did smell nice. Still, they didn't know how to approach this situation...should they try to complete the quest anyway? What was quest etiquette when it came to opposing guilds?

Yatari moved their paws to Oliver's cheeks and looked him in the eyes, almost being upside down "Hey...hey, fancy locks are you guys from another guild? I don't see any marks on you? Are you even in a guild? If not, does that mean I can still do the job? I mean the train ride was fun and all, but it would be kind of annoying just to come all this way for nothing." Yatari said, strangely enough worrying, rather it was rude to complete an in-progress quest, whilst being on someone's head uninvited.


Imteractions: Lithia Lace (Khione) Mistory (Shanks) Elenion Aura (Oliver) | In the area: Zedalith (Zael) Peckinou (Black)

 

[antidesclub]

• Elwyn
• Luciana

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  Elwyn kicks a single small stone out of her path. She hadn’t wanted to hurt Crimson’s feelings, but the words flew out before she could stop them. She can feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment. If she had indeed hurt his feelings, an apology would be in order, but she’d rather avoid that. Her parents had raised her better, but she would rather stray from her presented path and follow her own rules. She begins to fear the worst, a deep unsettling feeling creeping its way back in, telling her to run back home to her parents. She shakes her head. This is ridiculous. She’s 5’4 and 110 pounds, if someone that tall and seemingly fit can’t handle her attitude, there is indeed no hope for humanity. She instead turns her attention to the beautiful forest surrounding them. The songs of birds somehow mingle in well with the sound of Yorvik’s towering machine. Elwyn is used to trees and dirt, disliking cities as they are rather daunting. Their rules vary from establishment to establishment and one never knows what someone’s reaction will be. She remembers how the group had stopped at a pharmacy and how Sekeolath’zhin had stuffed something in his bag. Something changed within his demeanor, but Elwyn couldn’t quite place a finger upon what it might be. Speaking of changed demeanor, she noticed how Lilith moved to the back of the group. For some unknown reason, the hairs on the back of her neck begin to rise and she fights the urge to turn around. Elwyn just wanted to find this bear and get the hell out of here.
  
  “Why did y’all decide to join the guild?” Elwyn asks, deciding silence doesn’t suit her. This whole trip will be dull (except for the fighting) if they don’t get to know each other. Also, a nice distraction couldn’t hurt.
  
  Interactions: Mistory Coffee Shark Office Worker Craig Flintstone
  
  
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  Luciana has the building in her sites. It looks like an inn, somewhere Luciana wouldn’t think the red head would end up. She had noticed the strange stares throughout Sharn she had gotten on account of her ride, but she is used to it. In fact, it makes her chuckle when someone jumps back, their expression mingled between shock and fear. Perhaps curiosity also lingers in their eyes. She dares anyone to touch Nemean without her permission. The lion stops running and she comes back to reality, her mission fresh in her mind. She slides off the lion, her clawed feet coming into contact with the warm dirt beneath her. Every step towards the building makes her claws clink and dig into the ground. “Stay.” She orders Nemean, trying to avoid a huge panic. She has no idea what kind of people this red head associates with.
  
  She opens the front door and strides into the room, taking note of the crowd surrounding her. For some reason she had expected an ambush of sorts, but now she feels slightly ridiculous wearing giant claws into a place such as this. The environment will indeed make it more difficult to find the thief, even if her hair is as fire. She realizes too late it will be odd of her to ask about the thief without being a member. She notices a similar mark on more than one individual, wondering if she too will have to partake in this initiation. This is a predicament. However, she could simply join to find the girl then disappear back to her people. She’s sure she can find a spell to remove the mark later. The stench of humanity is thicker than she prefers anyways. Scanning the room, she notices a woman who looks comfortable in such an environment, sleepy even. That’s a master if I’ve ever seen one, Luciana thinks to herself and straightens her spine, walking over with more confidence than necessary. She tucks her weapons as close to her as she can, avoiding a situation where she regrettably cuts someone. The bar ahead seemed to be singing Luciana’s name- she would have to come back here later. One for the road, as humans say. Coming closer to the woman, Luciana notices a grey-skinned, elven man leaning on his staff. She couldn’t make out from far away what the woman had said to the elf, but Luciana was in a bit of a time crunch and had to join as fast as possible. “You seem to be in charge here. Mind if I join your guild of…” Luciana couldn’t seem to find the right word. There are so many different species of people here, it’s hard to pinpoint a proper phrase for them. “people.” She finishes, forcing a smile.
  
  Interactions: Lithia Lace
  
  Mentions: Coffee Shark
  

 

[Flintstone]

Crimson had chosen simply to ignore the feisty redhead's jab about his name, he wasn't going to get into an argument with a woman he had just met, as he didn't want to give the rest of the group the wrong impression about him. However, it didn't take a psychic to see that Elwyn was torn over her treatment of him, and he wasn't so petty as to leave her to those thoughts for too terribly long. Perhaps he'd leave her to stew just a bit longer (after all he wasn't not petty at all). In the meantime, he observed the forest. While he would always be more of a city guy himself, there was something nice about the forest as well (perhaps it reminded him of the forest near his home village that he used to explore when he was a kid).


When Elwyn broke the long silence with a rather interesting question he was the first to answer. "I used to travel around somewhat aimlessly, always chasing that next bit of excitement. My parents greatly disapproved, however, and the killjoys insisted I stop my wandering and put down some roots. While I could have told them to shove it, I do deeply love my family and so I had to put down roots somewhere. I chose the guild as that place since it would allow me to continue traveling and looking for that next big thrill. And if my parent's asked I could give them an address and they wouldn't have to know that I was not going to be there that often."


Interactions: antidesclub (Elwyn)
Nearby: Office Worker Craig (Lilith), Mistory (Yorvik), Coffee Shark (Sekeolath'zhin)

 

[Peckinou]

Renaque (Woman In Black)
Interactions: Lithia Lace Khione Elenion Aura Oliver Coco Adel Yatari
Mentions: Zedalith Zael Mistory Shanks
Renaques didn't eyed Zael with suspicion when he choose to go with the smelly man, but didn't really object to it, since she would no longer have nose assaulted by his awful smell. She had thought of going near Oliver in order to try to cancel out the smells too, but she didn't think he would appreciate it without a good reason. But when Oliver said that he would be willing to take the Lantern as his share of the reward, she opted not to object since she really didn't need it too much, she had her own lantern after all anyways. It seemed that he was quite well off financially, and she couldn't help but figure that he could be one of those Nobles that she heard about in the books she read about human society. Though she couldn't help but wonder why a noble would join their little guild, she thought of asking him that question later when he was free. As he went on to wish them luck, and politely asked them to not try and die, Khione then started to speak up herself confirming that she was willing to allow Oliver to take the Lantern. She wasn't really asked if she objected but she didn't mind too much since she kinda saw Khione as leader of their little group right now by how quick she was to solve disputes and handle situations. She figured that it was customary for humans to do whatever their leader tells them to, so she didn't really object to any of her decisions since she displayed the most leader like traits.

But not soon after a floating fox seemed to have been jumping on top of her guildmates and the homeless mans head, finally finding comfort on top of Olivers head which unnerved her just a bit since she liked the way Oliver smelled and it now seemed that her scent was getting mixed in with Olivers making it very strange smelling instead of nice. She couldn't help but tighten her grip on her Scythe as she prepared to get her weapon in order to take down the strange creature. But before she could move in to attack it, the strange creature began to speak which stunned her enough to begin taking a closer look at them. It seemed that they had nine tails and they looked like a fox, a small one at that, they hardly seemed like too big of a threat and by what they said, they seemed to be part of a guild as well, she honestly didn't know what guild they were a part of but figured that they should probably chase them away since this quest is theirs to take. She went on to speak out towards the nine tailed fox "Yes, we are from Forsaken Dawn and this job is already taken by us, so I would suggest you take the next train ride back to whatever guild you are from and choose another mission." Renaques didn't bother to lower her Scythe and was fully ready to chase the fox away if they refused the request, their pupils slit as she trained her eyes on towards the fox prepared fully prepared to fight them if need be.​

 

[Mistory]

• Yorvik
• Shanks

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  With a yawn, Yorvik stretched in his seat, resting comfortably a top the behemoth that marched along the group. Was it Abit lazy?...maybe. but he had a bad leg! Not to mention being so short! It would be such a pain to keep up with the group. Even Lillith had fallen behind a small ways, though that could simply be how she prefers it. Oh! Maybe that's something to think on. A mana powered vehicle to carry groups!
  
  "Notebook~!"
  He grinned as he marked down the idea, already putting together a simple design on paper.
  It was about here that Elwyn spoke up, followed by Crimson. it was such an innocent question, and really, he couldn't just ignore her...but he didn't like the answer.
  
  Adjusting his glasses, he sighed, scratching the back of his head, contemplating an answer before leaning over to look down on the taller members of the group (a sight he rarely gets tired of).
  
  "Money, really...Building things like Hauser isn't cheap. I guess if the guild gets big enough, making a name for myself would be a bonus..."
  
  He beats on the machine that carried him, before settling back again, giving a glance over the shoulder for the smaller of the group.
  "Sekeo! Lillith! I know it won't be the most comfortable, but if you need to rest or something your welcome to climb aboard! Hauser could probably carry all of us without issue...you know that wouldn't be a bad idea...maybe something on the back or shoulders for people to hang from...nand with Sekeo's size an entire seat could be added without much interference for us both...ohhhh notebook!"
  
  He grins, opening the bundle of pages up again and scribbling into the pages before he returns to the original conversation.
  "But really, I'm not gonna go anywhere in life if I cant fund my designs. Not like I'm getting any taller, and my magic use is absolute garbage. The guild gives me a reliable place to stay, opportunity for income, and if I'm really lucky I can talk The guildmaster into a workshop of sorts...maybe with a winch if something is in a bad position...oh! And a testing range!"
  
  He grins, letting out a gig-...chuckle of excitement at the prospect as he edits his designs.
  
  
  
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  Shanks paid no mind to the new intruder, a fox of some flying variety, as he made his way inside, tugging Zeal along and into the darkness, leaving the remainder of the group outside with a resounding "Come, stupid man! We have an ogre to play with! Fun fun fun!"
  Why was he stupid? He wanted to play with an ogre! Ogres are stinky, smelly, nasty creatures who like to hurt and bloody people and things for no good reason!...or maybe they had a reason? Well whatever their reason it was probably silly too. And stinky!...could reasons be stinky?
  
  Whatever the case, the two vanished into the dark, but made no real effort to keep his voice down. Granted he wasn't screaming, but it was by no means a whisper as they walked., Quickly making a left turn
  
  "So why are you so nice to ogre? Didn't it kill people? It killed mum. Mum was nice...angry, but nice. Ohhh, maybe the ogre is angry nice too? Mmm...no. ogre just seemed angry. Not nice at all. Atleast mum said sorry after she bit me!"
  
  He giggles at the memory, making another sharp turn, right, in the dark cave. It seemed kind of silly to ask him to lead. Gregor was the one leading...why not ask Gregor? She could see real good! He couldn't see much at all...but Gregor led them both just fine, he supposed.
  
  "Maybe you want to play with the ogre? Ogres not easy to play with. Big teeth and real fast. Fast fast fast...make for a scary game of tag!...bloody game too. Will playing make it nice?hmm...maybe blood makes it nice. Worked with old Gregor...hmmmm..."
  
  

Office Worker Craig

Coffee Shark

antidesclub

Flintstone



Elenion Aura

Zedalith

Peckinou

Lithia Lace

 

[Office Worker Craig]

Name: Lilith
Location: The King's Forest
Interaction: Flintstone Mistory Coffee Shark antidesclub
Mentions: N/A

The hive found...calmness and peace within the woods, after all it was their natural habitat. The fresh air, the roaming animals, and not a single man-made building insight. It would have been a perfect environment if it weren't for its proximity to civilization.

Elwyn called to them, curious of each one's reasoning to be part of the guild. She seemed to still be upset regarding the comment she made towards Crimson. It was an odd thing, feeling guilt. If she truly felt that her actions were necessarily, why would she feel shame for it? Crimson made a comment and she snapped back, was it not fair?

Crimson spoke first, mentioning his desire to travel despite his parent disapproval. He believed that joining a guild would be a good compromise. In a odd way he was travelling hobo, a lot like them before finding the guild. Next was Yorvik, seeming to have simple reasoning of cash and security.

Suprisingly, it was very similar for their reasoning joining the guild...but then again they don't know much about him, seeming to be vague regarding his past.

Before Yorvik explained his reasoning, he invited both them and Sek to ride with him on his machine. The drought of their race had slowed down as the oldest and weakest of their kind perished. Being near others may not be so revealing for them. "Yeah...that would be lovely Yorvik."

"And for why I joined the guild...it's a bit cheesy but...I guess I wanted a place to belong to. You see I'm very far away from my home, and everywhere I go I am...hunted.

"I'm seen us inhuman, dangerous, a monster. Those who find me may fear me or hate me. Either way, an angry mob sworn to hunt me down would soon follow. Not every person I met is bad of course, I mean you guys seem pretty cool and hopefully accepting. I even met a nice man who introduced me to this world. I guess I joined the guild for security too, no mob would be coming for a guild member doing their job right?"

 

[Coffee Shark]

• Sekeolath'zhin
• Nymzr

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  One by one, the party shared their reasons for having joined the guild. After Yorvik shared his own reasons, he offered Lilith and Sekeolath’zhin a ride. Lilith accepted the offer, but Sekeo felt a little torn; he wanted to ride, but he couldn’t be useful up on Hauser’s shoulders could he ? He had no ranged weapon with him currently.
  
  I need to make a sling or maybe I can find some of the shiny discs to buy one of the fire-sticks I’ve seen humans use?
  
  “Ah, I stay on ground . Maybe later. Eyes better down here,” he called up to Yorvik, feeling only just a bit remorseful that he hadn’t said yes. Were they in a clearing , he would have leapt at the opportunity but with all the undergrowth obscuring their view, it would be best if Sekeo could weave through it quickly and quietly. But maybe that was pointless with Hauser stomping around. Anything lurking about would hear them coming. If I knew the way, I could lead but I don't. Dragon's fire, I feel foolish now. Oh well.
  
  Lilith’s account came next and Sekeolath’zhin couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. She seemed normal,but looks can be deceiving. I wonder why? I guess it doesn't matter. I don't really have to do much to make softskins hate me.
  
  Now the group’s attention became focused on him and quite suddenly, Sekeolath’zhin felt as small and timid as he’d been when he’d first hatched. He cowed a little, feeling very much on the spot. “A-ah? M-me!? Er…” What to say? The truth was heavy and complicated . It seemed like a lot to drop on a bunch of strangers. But telling them just a little wouldn't hurt. He sighed and tried speaking in a voice he hoped could reach the ears of those well more than several feet above the ground, “Home not feel much like home anymore. Friend leave . Everything change bad. I leave and go look for them. Go many places. But no place want kobold around. No help. No listen. No care. Guild first place that …not try kill me or make me leave. Not sure what do. Maybe being here help me get more shinies to make trade for help to find friend." At the last bit, he nearly choked up. He always became emotional when he thought of his missing dragon-mother, but he didn't want to appear weak in front of his new clan-guild. He wasn't a hatchling! He quickly turned his head and swept a bit of "dust" from his eye. If only I was strong enough not to need help. I'd ...I'd...strangle Chariroth with his own damned tail!
  
  His eyes wandered curiously over towards Elwyn, "Why you join guild?"
  
  Interactions: antidesclub (Elwyn) Flintstone (Crimson) Mistory (Yorvik) Office Worker Craig (Lilith)
  
  
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  Nymzyr approached the bar as the red-headed elven woman gestured to him, inviting him over for a drink. “W-water,” he managed, his characteristically deep and melodic inflection hoarse. As the woman slid the drink to him, he took it and drank deeply. She asked if he wished to join the guild he nodded, still taking in the cool refreshment. He closed his eye for a moment and took a deep breath. “Apologies. Ah,much better,” his voice sounded a bit less rough, “ thank you.”
  
  He considered offering a formal introduction. Just a name. Perhaps he might offer to assist the human man with some material acquisition for guild renovations just to keep himself busy and out of the guild master(?)'s hair. However, before he could utter another word the guild hall’s doors abruptly swung open and Nymzyr opened his eye and he barely turned his head to regard the newcomer, a dark-haired, scantily clad woman swaggered through the room as if she may have owned the place. Much to his dismay, she was headed his way. More specifically, she walking towards “Red”.
  
  “Claws” sidled up to the bar and he was surprised she asked to join the guild; he was half-expecting her to demand membership.
  
  Rude.
  
  It only mildly irritated him that “Claws” had interrupted him, but his sentiments remained internalized. Such trivial grievance wasn’t worth the emotional investment afterall. Nym busied himself with idly sipping and pretending not to notice “Claws’” presence.
  
  Interactions: Lithia Lace (Zilyana) antidesclub (Luciana)
  Nearby: HandsomeJack (Reed)
  
  

 

[antidesclub]

Crimson’s backstory happens to be the first words he’s spoken to her since they left Sharn. To her, he didn’t seem too upset, but some people obtain the gift of pretending. She hopes the group hasn’t noticed she’s in poor spirits, but a fake smile never hurt anybody. It did surprise her, her and Crimson’s backgrounds contain a few similar elements. She too understands the thrill of adventures and how a small town can slowly kill you, even if she was from a tavern in the middle of nowhere. She does internally admire the rebelliousness within him and the slight sneakiness that comes from only spouting partial truths, although she’ll never tell him so. She had given her parents the guild’s address, which her mother abuses and constantly sends her sappy letters enveloped in pink. It’s too risky to throw them away and have them embarrassingly found by another guild member, so she keeps them in her pack at all times.

She nods to Yorvik’s explanation, feeling as though she is missing a piece. The story seems solid enough, but even though she can’t see his face, something heavy lingers around him. Shaking her head, she listens to Lilith’s story of woe. She had no idea someone so small and innocent-looking could have been through so much. “Lilith… I’m sorry you had to go through that. It’s terrible… but I have your back. Anyone tries to lay a finger on you, they have to go through me first.” She furthers her point by raising her arm and wrapping her fingers around the hilt of the giant sword strapped to her back. After listening to Sekeolath’zhin’s story, her grip tightened. “Bastards… sounds like we’re all looking for something in our own ways…”

She was slightly surprised Sekeolath’zhin in turn asked about her reasoning, even if it is the polite thing to do or perhaps it was done out of a sense of expectancy- she appreciated it nonetheless. No one had ever asked her about her ambitions and the story that came along with them, not that there was much to tell. She hadn’t had such tragic origins as some people she had come across throughout her adventures and figured it was best to avoid the subject for fear that person would compare pasts. “It’s not all that interesting.” Dropping her hand, she turns to Crimson, suddenly bashful, and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “I also know the want to go on adventures and the disapproval from parents that accompanies it. I came here to prove something. They don’t believe I can do this; fight for a living. But it’s all I know. Dark elves corrupt whatever they touch, including my parent’s business. They lost a lot when an elf burned down the tavern and are still in debt to this day, even though we pooled together every piece of coll we could find. I want to earn back what they lost- what the elves took.” She pauses for a moment. “That’s probably too much, isn’t it? I’m sorry. You guys don’t want to hear my sorry tale.” She laughs shyly. “I’m sure there’s good elves out there somewhere, I just haven’t had the chance to encounter them.” She doesn’t know if she is lying to herself or not. A part of her hopes her statement is true, but somewhere deep down, her resentment runs freely. The truth is she hasn’t met an upstanding elf since she was a young girl. There were those she thought could be, but in the end were utter disappointments.

Interactions: Office Worker Craig Coffee Shark Mistory Flintstone​

 

[Scarlet Fires]

• Scarlet Mortem
• Akar Mercurius

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  Location: Ringbriar, Khovaire
  
  
  
  
  Scarlet listened to White's input; and while it was valuable and offered a bit of a plan... it didn't turn out to be all that different than the information Scarlet had already provided them herself. She also couldn't help but note that while White's bow might be useful for their current quest, Gul's weapon of choice could also prove to be rather helpful as well. Then there was Scarlet's own abilities when it came to fighting and maneuvering the woods and forests that she had grown accustom to throughout her life. She highly doubted that the majority of the quest rested on White's shoulders.
  
  Choosing not to comment on the matter, for sake of time and not wanting to pick a fight, Scarlet turned her attention back to Rhys as he spoke. However, when the undead man suddenly spoke to her in a hushed tone, she found herself slightly caught of guard. “Do you think you'd be able to determine a rough heading or whether we're getting closer to the nest?” It wasn't hard for her to make sense of what he actually meant to ask with his question, and was rather grateful for his discretion. Instinctively, Scarlet wrapped a hand around the pendant that dangled from her neck, "I hadn't considered that idea..." She responded, then paused for a moment as if lost in thought. ".... I suppose I could try to speak with them." She finally stated, adding a small smile that refused to touch her other features as it would have had it been more genuine. The fact was, spirits could be difficult to talk to at times and even frightening. Especially those that were met with an untimely death or are lost if not more so than they were in life. It didn't help either that in her current state, where her darker half was suppressed, it made it harder for her to detach herself from the spirits she came into contact with.
  
  | Fenris Puppetman Noct Peckinou |
  
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  Location: Zilspar, Breland, Khorvair
  
  
  
  Taking a seat on the wall next to Vicky, Akar leaned forward resting his elbows on his thighs as he considered what she had to say. The reasons his family had for letting Rhys go was just as lost on him as it was Vicky; though he knew better than to question their judgement on such matters.... or any matter really. As for whether or not Rhys had any knowledge about the Mordai family and who Scarlet is.... Akar could only assume the answer was no. The Mercurius family was very careful about who they spoke to and about, as well as where they spoke about it and who was around when they did. Just about all matters of importance to them were discussed behind closed doors; so the likelihood of Rhys having learned more than he let on was rather slim. Regardless... could he trust the man? Now that was an interesting question.... Rhys has always seemed loyal enough to the Mercurius family and Akar could hardly recall there ever being an instance in which Rhys openly expressed any trepidation over any orders the family had given him. But did a good employee mean he was trustworthy... especially once no longer under the employment of the Mercurius family? It was difficult to say... at least for Akar. While normally he wasn't one to often place trust in others, he found himself at a pause when it came to Rhys. With a sigh, he decided for now that maybe he could trust the man, and that he would give Rhys the benefit of doubt despite Akar having never been one to do such things. Maybe it was simply the ingrained strategy of making social connections to further his own personal goals simply getting muddled up by silly questions.... only time would tell.
  
  Looking to Vicky, Akar finally spoke to answer her, "While I agree it is odd... I have found over the years it is wisest not to question my parents decisions." He stated first in response to them allowing Rhys to terminate his employment. Pausing only briefly, Akar continued on, "And as someone who has been around my family for years, I would think it were common knowledge that they keep a very tight lid on their dealings, plans, and interactions... If Rhys were to know anything about the Mordai and Scarlet, it would be by miracle or magic... so I suppose to answer your next question..." Akar paused for a moment once again considering whether or not he trusted the Undead Ex-guard before continuing, "I do trust Rhys.... for now. He has been nothing but loyal to me and my family for years. I have yet to see any reason that I shouldn't trust him." He stated simply as if the whole thing were common knowledge. Though in reality Akar continued to wonder about the subject himself.
  
  
  Spoiler: Sorry

  I'll write for Akar tomorrow! I'm sorry. I'm just falling asleep and wanted to get something posted.
  *EDIT: Sorry I took longer to post for him than I intended. And sorry if theres a lot of typos or odd wording. I'm super tired.
  
  Interacted: HandsomeJack | Mentioned: Fenris