Fantasy &nbsp; Forsaken Dawn: IC Guild RP

Lithia Lace · Apr 27, 2021

Lilira couldn't help but laugh at Luce's interpretation of his brother. She never had any siblings which was probably a good thing, but she had cousins which was probably the closest she would get to it. Still it was funny and kind of cute to watch them go. She looked at Luce and nodded "Oh, yes I have the board, it actually came before the initial repairs were done, it's right there on the wall by the front door, opposite the bathrooms," Lilira said in response to his question about the quest board.

She supposed since she was done cooking and serving up all the food to the tables, she herself could eat something. The golden-eyed half-elf decided to stand by the table eating some hummus toast as she continued her conversation. "I don't want to rush anyone into anything just yet but I suppose we should take a look at the board to see what kind of jobs are available, it might take time to get used to the city although as I am to understand it no all jobs pay in coll, but the ones that pay the most coll tend to be fairly difficul-" and that's when she heard it, what sounded like a crack and then a very angry and hostile Oliver followed by the summoning of weapons from himself and Luce.

She walked over to see what was going on, as things had seemed to have escalated very quickly "What's going on here? Why does everyone have their weapons out? I'm sure we can work this out if we all just calm down," Lilira said trying to keep things from getting worse.

"It's nothing, just a little prank, gone wrong," Khione said "Zael, showed us a trick, I assumed Oliver was going to respond in kind...then a food bomb went off...nothing too major," Khione said, not really seeming to care.

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Khione looked up at Oliver and shifted towards Zael as Oliver had become hostile after...Zael's accident in trying to fool them. She stood up and sighed "Calm down, we knew it was a trick and a fairly bad one at that...no offense, but you were fairly obvious about it," Khione said to Zael, giving him a small, sweet yet not too expressive smile. Despite the food on her clothes she...seemed to be enjoying herself, it was kind of funny how he'd managed to mess up so badly. She turned back to Oliver, her expression going back to her normal reserved and coldness, not hostile, but not very expressive either "It was clearly an accident," She said using her frail spell but not in full force, cold air circled around her, freezing the shrapnel of food that had fallen onto her and she merely dusted it off of her body, leaving herself and her clothes clean.

"Now if you calm down I can help you clean the egg off your face...and your well...everywhere," Khione said, gesturing to Oliver's well. Everywhere.

She didn't fully understand the concept of coll, I mean she understood that it was a form of currency, that you traded it for goods and services, she understood the basic concept of coll, it wasn't as if she was completely ignorant or naive enough to think everything was free. However, while she may have looked rich...she wasn't. No Khione had actually been raised in a communal society where everyone simply did their part and helped one another out. The Yuuki-Onna did have an air of nobility about them, but that was mostly due to mannerisms and the fact that they were self-sufficient. Because of this, she didn't not understand the divide between poverty and nobility, between the common folk and royalty. She was aware of its existence but it just didn't make sense to her as all people in her society were equal with the only difference being age and knowledge, with the younger members looking to their elders for guidance from the life experience they lacked and everyone's talents serving to uplift the whole. Not that Yukki-Onna society was perfect, they were isolationist, slightly nomadic, and didn't like to interact with outsiders, especially males, they were cold, reserved, and seemingly unfeeling to most things that didn't concern their people. She was...not the same, that wasn't to say that her upbringing did affect certain aspects of her character.

Khione reached into her storage crystal and pulled something out clutched in her hand and opened it to reveal a beautiful pale blue, transparent sparkling jewel, a little smaller than the average pearl that has the appearance of stars twinkling frozen in ice. It was one of her tears when Yuuki-Onna cried their tears froze over into precious jewels. However, because of their reserved nature, it was rare for Yuuki-Onna to cry beyond childhood or when giving birth which yielded a different kind of jewel and because of their isolationist nature it was even rarer to see such a jewel not obtained through deplorable means. She didn't fully understand the concept of coll but she did know her tears were worth a lot "Here...this is actually worth more than what you asked for," She said.

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Yakov011001 · Apr 27, 2021

"No no," Luce interjected, his voice whole again. Still, he kept his Summon Swords fixed on Oliver. "That won't do, lass." He said to Khione.

It was no Mother Gem, but a Yuuki-Onna tear is far more important than some bargaining chip or an admission fee equivalent to five fucking Coll. He fished through his pockets pulling two coins five Coll each.

"Use this, I wouldn't trust anyone with that," He offered Khione advice, pushing one of the coins into the outstretched hand she was offering her tear with. "They don't know how important it is." He said, closing her hand around the coin and the tear.

He turned to Oliver, looking him up and down with a judgmental look.

"I'd heard the Lyonesse had fallen from grace, but I had refused to believe it. I'd seen your family in the courts, I was impressed. Now I see they actually meant you," He said with venom. He flipped the other coin to him. "Now, you play nice, okay lad?" Now, this is where he would've dissipated his Summon Swords, but he needed to know what kind of people he was working with. In the face of adversity, how was his guildmate to react?

Phos couldn't help but sigh at the display, he wasn't getting involved with this shit. Instead he moved to the quest board. That ten Coll Luce just spent on those two actually put a massive dent in their shared wallet. Wish I had a say in the dumb shit he spends his money on. Though, the Yuuki-Onna probably needed it. Luce told him stories of his exploits, and he seemed particularly fond of his encounters with the Yuuki-Onna. That was besides the point, the point was to get some fucking money now because boy are the Flynn's kinda broke right now.

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Lithia Lace · Apr 27, 2021

Lilira stood by to make sure that no one harmed one another. It was a bit of a shame, things were going so well and then a fight had to go and break out. She supposed she shouldn't be entirely surprised, there was a host of different kinds of people, from different places, cultures and walks of life there were bound to be bumping heads at some point especially as they all barely knew one another.

But if they were going to be a guild they would have to work together, she would have to think of some team building exercises or group activity to encourage bonding or last the very least cooperation.

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Khione looked at the coll Luce had enclosed in her hand and returned her tear to her storage crystal. She wasn't sure, maybe it was the fact that he had only been in contact with her hands for a brief moment, but it didn't seem to have the same effect on him as Zael, who seemed visibly cold when he shook her hand even if it was only for a moment...not that she minded, she worried that her natural physiology might be a problem as most people were not used to having physical contact with a Yuki-Onna. So she instead handed Zael the 5 coll he had initially asked for..she supposed, she should look into finishing a quest, as she was to understand it, quests were the way that adventurers and guilds earned coll as giving her tears say would be massively overpaying for quite a few things actually.

She looked around the guild hall as she waited for Oliver's response to her offer, she supposed she could understand his anger at having food explode in his face but pulling a weapon seemed...excessive. Still, she questioned if one of her tears could help Lilira out more with the guildhall. It was not the worst place she'd seen it seemed fairly alright, I mean maybe the floors needed a bit more work and the beds were not uncomfortable, at least she had no trouble sleeping, yet they could probably be better...then again if she did so it might not help with guild morale. The motivation for doing quests may have varied but for the most part, it earned them coll, if she simply paid for everything with tears in her possession they might not be motivated to do quests, although she'd only be paying for the guildhall overall to benefit everyone so there was still the factor of personal motivation. Still, Luce's words did hold true, she doubted any of them truly understood the importance of a Yuki-Onna's tears so perhaps it was best to wait until everyone knew each other much better or in case of a financial emergency. It was true the hall still needed work according to Lilira and certain things she could see but they weren't in dire need so maybe that would be best. After all, they needed something to fall back in right?

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Zedalith · Apr 27, 2021

The bacon situation that Zael unintentionally had ignited hastily reeled out of his hands. His palms started to feel clammy and his heart rate accelerated. The sheer volume of anger being directed at his person made his eyes widen with shock. He pushed himself backward, nearly tumbling over his chair. He feared that Oliver's sword would be turned on him before he was even given a chance to apologize. Two of Zael's hands gripped the seat and held the piece of furniture close to his chest, it would make for a good shield-- with Zael's talents he could even fashion it into a weapon should the need arise. "I'm sorry Oli, I just wanted to give my new guild-mates a good showing! I'll waive the fee if you would just calm down..." The scope of the blond's anger made the caress of guilt plague his chest. Without pause, another guildmate had intervened in the situation with strange magic. Amber eyes traced the iridescent swords that now had circled the source of his worry. With an unknown guild member at his defense, he felt secure enough to lower the seat-- but only an inch. The stranger came across to Zael as if they were a very angry encyclopedia; he began to doubt how successful the man would be at diffusing the situation... though he held his tongue.

The heated moment dissipated as quickly as it came. Zael held his breath for the entirety of it. The transmutationist did not want to provoke Oliver any more than he had already done. With much of the tension gone, Zael saw fit to exhale his held breath through thinly parted lips. Gently, Zael released the chair onto the floor and slowly pushed it back into place. Before he could collect himself fully, the blue-haired woman was already offering yet another gleaming object. With so many treasures afoot, it was easy to see that Zael made a good decision in joining the guild. Before he could claim his bounty, the aforementioned encyclopedia-man destroyed all hopes he held of claiming it. A throaty and barely audible growl reverberated from his neck at the cruel sight. It was the second time in such a short period that a valuable item eluded him. If these two continued to offer up such enigmatic treasures, he would stick to them like glue.

"I dunno what a Lie-o-niece is, but that's no way to talk to Oliver. What happened was entirely on me. He was nice enough to offer up what could easily pass for a family heirloom before I screwed up!" Oliver had a charitable side to him when he was not so distraught, or at least that was the impression Zael held. Perhaps this situation was still salvageable... With his index finger, Zael pointed in the direction of the quest board. "Oli, Kai, why don't the three of us go on a job together? If we do well, maybe I can snag one of those trinkets? No coll nessassary!" The cadence of his voice was both expectant, and hopeful.

Elenion Aura · Apr 27, 2021

Olivier de Lyonesse

Olivier’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, coming perilously close to the tip of one of the magic swords which has materialized around his person. At once, his anger had dissipated, replaced with a cool and calculating mind. Zael had not conjured these. His eyes flicked to a more likely candidate, and he was gratified when the man started to speak. All the while Olivier observed him carefully, precisely, with an eye for uncovering the truth of this new player.

"Tell me. Is it customary... Wherever you’re from... To interrupt conversations that do not concern you?"

If it was to be a standoff, then... Olivier‘s lip quirked with smug satisfaction.

A low, rumbling growl emerged from out of the nothing—the gulf of space and air that existed just above this magic sword summoner’s right ear, along with the sound of heavy paws padding this way and that, close enough that he could probably feel their breath against his nape. They were invisible, of course, rather, they were not yet here. But Olivier could feel that their jaws and their claws were primed and ready, ready to tear this self-sanctimonious upstart limb from limb. Even if it meant Olivier would be skewered in the same breath.

Still, this was a rather compromising situation, Olivier had to admit. And rather counterintuitive to his longer term goals. Perhaps he had overreacted. Well of course he had bloody overreacted! Days and weeks of humiliation and hardship had finally taken their toll. But... That was not the point. That decision was made and gone. All that he had left to do was decide where to take things from here. If there was one thing he liked about this, it was that for once in recent memory all—fine, most—of the eyes were on him.

"Oh? So you’ve heard of me? Curious. I confess that I can’t say the same for you." He cast his voice in caustic sarcasm until his words were properly drenched in it. "In any event, you can hear them, can’t you, my darlings? Care to test which of us is quicker? Your blades or my teeth?" He sneered over his shoulder at the man, as the sounds of two rather large, alarmingly close beasts pacing in a place that was somewhat parallel to this one continued on.

Next he considered Khione and Zael’s offers, seeing them for what they were: an out from this rather tense situation. He looked at each of them in turn, then made a great show of mulling it over before he said, "Oh, all right!" He said, letting his countenance soften into not-quite-a-smile as he waited for Khione to work her magic and get him clean. He turned slightly to Zael and added, "And to think, I was ready to decorate the floor with your innards. Apologies."

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Peckinou · Apr 27, 2021

Cyndoka (Woman In White)
Interactions: Scarlet Fires Akar Mercurius
Metions: @Elenion Oliver de Lyonesse Zedalith Zael Lithia Lace Lilira
Cyndoka paid their attention towards Akar as he spoke, sorta understanding the sentiment, she too had met many different species and creatures but she didn't exactly know if he would have met more than her or not. Though her ears did perk up when Lilira announced where the quest board was, and she averted her gaze towards that direction a huge smirk now on her lips as she thought about how much fun a quest would be. Looking back towards Akar she went on to say "So you plan to take a quest on today or later on? We could probably do one later on together if you would like to." she said that in a sincere tone with a grin on her face. Though after thinking over what she said a bit, she realized she still had no real clue what type of magic he was most proficient in. He looked to be a necromancer type but then again, he is a dark elf so of course that would look to be the case opening her mouth again she decided to be direct about it "By the way what branch of magic are you most proficient in?" . After that she glanced behind her, finding that the Tension between the blond and the red hair boys has settled down. Which seemed to be a good thing since fighting indoors wasn't really the best place to settle things, and would more than likely just lead to a huge mess that someone would have to clean up.
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Mentions: Lithia Lace Lilira
Renaques nodded when the Lilira gave the location of the quest board, in all honesty Lilira didn't seem too much like what she would expect of a guild master, she supposed she expected someone strong and powerful, someone with a commanding presence at the very least. But it is what it is, and if she is the Guild Master then that means she is the boss, unless she gets overthrown she supposed, though she wondered who would try to do that first. Though in the end it didn't matter and she opted to just finish her food real quick then move on over to the quest board to take a look at it. It didn't take long as she was not eating at a faster rate having finally gotten over the taste of how good the food was, and once she was done she got from her seat and moved on over to the quest board to identify what type of quest would catch her interest the most.

Scarlet Fires · Apr 27, 2021

Akar Mercurius
Akar considered her question about the quests for a moment. He was rather excited to take on a few quests as well, and taking on a few group quest would be a great way to learn the limits of those around him. Having decided his answer, Akar returned her smile, "I would be happy to take on a quest with you later on. Though I was planning on looking into something high ranking if its no trouble." He stated. While his magical abilities were limited to a certain type of combat he was still a wonder with a sword, he saw no reason he couldn't take on the challenge of something bigger. Then again a majority of his training was centered around what he was taught by master swords men in the Madwood.

Akar's sharp tipped ears twitched at the Woman in White's next question. It wasn't something that made him uncomfortable to answer, in fact he rather enjoyed talking about it. While he wasn't extremely skilled at the moment he still found his current ability rather impressive and it only promised to develop from there. His smile widening a bit more, and his all black eyes glistening, Akar responded to the question with a slight dreaminess to his voice, "I am practiced in Illusion magic, specifically manipulation. Giving me the ability to cause targets to see and hear things that aren't really there. I am also well practiced in Necromancy; it's definitely my favorite of the two. I am currently specified in summoning, meaning I can summon the corpses of the dead. Something that could come in handy when lacking bodies in a war." He stated the last part as if playing with life and death were a regular pass time, not at all something that someone might find appalling, immoral, or cruel. "What about yourself? I recall you mentioning Evocation Wind."

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Yakov011001 · Apr 27, 2021

"You haven't heard of me because I know how to do my job, unlike yourself," Though it was a tad difficult to hear himself over the growling of the namesake of the Lyonesse, the Golden Lions. Olivier's taunting didn't give him much confidence he'd back down, but logically it was the only course of action. Still--"Me, by far. Like, it's not even a contest." Luce's confidence overflowed through his curt words; not maliciously--comparative to his tone on every other sentence--just matter-of-fact-ly.

Still though, he flicked his hand out. The Summoned Swords shattering: their shards either falling to the floor before dissipating slowly into smoke, or vanishing into thin air before they even landed. Before he had a chance to snark some more, he felt a slip of paper slap him in the face.

"You're getting cleaned up, and then you're going out to earn back all that Coll you just spent." Phos whispered to him angerly. Ten Coll wasn't a lot, but it was a lot to them right now.

Looking to the slip of paper, it was a simple C-rank quest. Twenty-five Coll wasn't a lot either, Luce expected a B-rank quest at least. Though, he soon saw Phos' reasoning. Bandit elimination; like this, whatever they'd looted off of the bandits was theirs for the taking.

"Brilliant, brother. So, when are we leaving?"

"We aren't going anywhere. You're doing that one by yourself," Of course, Luce could just cobble together a team from among his other guildmembers, but that wasn't the point. "I'm taking this one, in case yours is a bust," He held up a second quest he'd pulled from the board: Goblin Slaying, B-rank. "Also, you're just kind of pissing me off right now, so--" He shrugged as he walked off.

Making a face of dissatisfaction, Luce made his way back to the bathhouse to clean up. Phos then moved back to his seat beside Stynger, placing the quest on the table in front of her.

"Perhaps this would make a great chance for us to learn more about each other's ability, and maybe moreso about each other as people in turn," He offered with a bright smile. "I mean, you are my first friend in this guild. Would you be willing to join me, Mistress Stynger?"

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Fenris · Apr 27, 2021

Rhys Whitlock | Forsaken Dawn Guild Hall, First Floor

Scarlet's words painted a a vastly different picture of the Madwood from the one Rhys had experienced. Where he had accompanied nobility to their various social gatherings meant to display the wealth and influence of their respective families, none more dominant than those hosted by the dark elf's of Mercurius; she had spent her years in the relative solace of isolation, never so much as meeting her own kin. Honing her craft under the supervision of a mentor, but was that really enough to keep fend off the encroaching embrace of loneliness? Perhaps he had inadvertently followed Phos advice and learned something about the one sitting across from him; or was it simply a projection of his own subdued emotions?

“To have a guardian is a good thing, people tend to guard things they treasure.” he noted, failing to mention the people's equally common habit of guarding things they feared as he carried on. “It's quite fortunate that you've decided to thread this new path when you did, there seem to be plenty of interesting people gathered here today and Akar, standing in high regarded among your kin, is far from the least of them.” It was hard to predict the elf nobles reaction, but in his mind Scarlet could only benefit from getting to know another resident of the Madwood who happened to be a fellow practitioner as well.

The necromancer's analysis of the city's magical schools was all the more impressive considering her reclusive upbringing. If not for his impassive features, Rhys was certain the surprise would have been written all over his face. “Indeed...” he managed, “...that was a rather well thought out. As for enchantment, I've heard of disputed use among the labor force. I've heard of amazing feats performed by enchanted individuals, but of course it's not without its dangers.” The undead had barely finished his sentence when a familiar alarming sensation had him spin toward Zael, hand darting to the spot near his hip that usually carried a well worn blade. His sudden reaction was rewarded with a splash of heated egg yolk across the cheek as the danger turned out to be no more than some sort of failed prank.

“This gathering is different from those held in the Madwood.” Rhys commented without inflection, wiping the yolk from his face. As the situation played out he added “Though perhaps it is a blessing there will not be an opportunity to see you necromancy in action just yet.” settling back into his seat, he brushed off the flare of tempers ass a mere flash in the pan. “Impressive magic, to conjure an object or companion out of thin air in your time of need! Maybe there would be even more to enjoy if we were on an actual assignment? I think I'd like to see that.” the undead mans features twisted into a ghostly smile that looked out of place on the usually blank visage. "Who do you reckon has the most exciting display hidden away?"

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Scarlet Fires · Apr 27, 2021

Scarlet Mortem Scarlet stared at the man in blank curiosity for a moment while his words sank in... "'...people tend to guard things they treasure.'" Had the old man truly treasured her? He taught her to survive and what she knows now of magic. But was it simply out of kindness or had he truly cared? This she could not answer. She recalled their interactions in the beginning had been rather difficult until she learned to control her darkness with that of the enchantment spell she uses now... but all she could recall in the man's features were that of pity. In fact Scarlet wasn't sure she could ever remember having felt any kind of love, whether it be the love of family, friends, or a romantic partner. The thought that someone might have viewed her more than she originally thought, perplexed her.

Blinking a few times as Rhys continued speaking on the subject of having come to the guild, she responded in a distant manner her thoughts still slightly lost in the past, "Yes I suppose it is fortunate..." However, it wasn't long before she was pulled back to the present as the undead man moved at an alarming speed, suddenly posed to draw his weapon. Scarlet was left to watch in shock and amazement. However when the only danger turned out to be a splattering of food on those close enough to the mishap, Scarlet couldn't help but let out a small giggle. Eyes suddenly going wide she clapped her hands over her mouth. She hadn't meant to laugh at his expense, but the ordeal was a tad hilarious. Now that she thought of it, she couldn't remember the last time something made her giggle, or having giggled ever to begin with.

When Rhys returned to his seat she was glad for the topic to have shifted to a different matter. When he smiled however, it was hard to tell whether it was genuine or an attempt at seeming more normal than he was. Either way she didn't entirely mind. His being didn't bother her, it was those that were the cause of his being that did. Necromancy had its uses, but there should be a limit. Responding to his statement and question, Scarlet couldn't help but smile in return for the first time, "I think I would like that as well... And I'd have to say I'm most interested in your own abilities if I'm being completely honest." She paused for a moment recalling his reaction almost as if he predicted something was going to happen. "And I think that of the Skeleton as well. I have not read about or seen his kind before... I would be interested to know how it is he... is conscious?"

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Lithia Lace · Apr 27, 2021

Lilira let out a sigh of relief as things seemed to have calmed down and the crisis was averted, now it seemed a fee people were discussing going on quests to earn coll or whether the reward was as she was to understand it, not every reward for a job would pay in coll. She supposed she could do with blowing off some steam as well, perhaps going out to do a job would do her good. She lifted her hands over her head, interlocking her fingers and stretched, standing on her the tips of her toes...now the question was...who should she partner up with and what job should she take "Ya, know, doing a job sounds like a great idea, all the food has been made, and and certain people could do with some activity," She said looking over in the direction of Phos and Luce, and again couldn't help but laugh at their interactions...Phos seemed none too happy about Luce giving their coll away that they apparently shared. Maybe she'd team up with him if he was interested. She looked on the board to see what there was...apparently there were Bandits in the Dagger Wood and they were free to keep the loot they found, but that didn't guarantee coll and his brother did say he needed to earn their coll back...although it would be rather odd for bandits not to have coll, as surely they'd have stolen some on top of whatever else they might have stolen that was worth something at the very least.

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Khione nodded her head and again used her weakened frail, the icy wind freezing the food that was upon him, at that point it was simple matter of dusting it off and soon enough he was clean "There, it wasn't even hard to get out," She said before turning to Zael who proposed that they should do a quest together. She wasn't entirely sure if doing a quest with someone as short-tempered as Oliver was a good idea...then again, leaving Zael alone with Oliver probably wasn't the best idea. Maybe they all just needed to get to know each other better things wouldn't be so...tense "Alright, I suppose as a guild we should learn to work together, but I'm not entirely sure Oliver would want to come with us," Khione said of course if he did would be entirely up to him. "As for the jewel...we'll talk about it okay?" She said. She wasn't saying no, but Luce did have a point, perhaps she shouldn't have been so hasty to give it away so...she needed to know some things about him and explain some things to him before she would consider offering Zael the jewel again so that he would understand how important it was. "But if all are in agreement then I suppose we could check out the board to see what jobs are available," She said.

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Fenris · Apr 27, 2021

Rhys Whitlock | Forsaken Dawn Guild Hall, First Floor

While Rhys had simply acted upon an instinct like so many times before, it was the first time he'd earned this particular reaction for his efforts. Then again it had also been the first time in memory someone had managed to decorate his face with colorful breakfast articles, so he could hardly fault the bemused elf. Good thing the non living didn't blush easily despite their pale complexion.

Any lingering irritation born from the mishap disappeared in the face of that genuine smile, prompting Rhys to actually chuckle, “I fear you've already born witness to them; though usually they tend to work a tad better.” There was a short pause as he considered how best to explain and then just shrugged, “Sometimes I can feel things before they happen, usually something trying to kill me. It's rather practical but not much to look at. Besides that I can take a punch or spell better than most hired muscle, though few people are ever truly impressed by that particular trick.”

Eyes drifting toward Gul at the mention of the skeleton, Rhys found he had no helpful answers. “He's big and has no squishy bits to sink a knife or fang into; I'd reckon that's a good start... maybe it has something to do with his peculiar garb?” While observing his fellow undead the man noted several quests being picked from the board.

“If we manage to secure an assignment we might be a step closer to getting some answers or at least observing some of our guildmates in action.” With those words Rhys stepped to observe the board and point out a rather mismatched pair of quests. One asking adventures assistance with a rabbit hunt while the other involved escorting a wealthy fisher. “Which do you prefer? To guard or to hunt?” Of course there were plenty of other appeals for help still filling the board.

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Scarlet Fires · Apr 27, 2021

Scarlet Mortem Scarlet's ears twitched, perking up at the sound of his chuckle. To her this was the first noticeably true emotion he showed, and it made her oddly happy to see. "I wouldn't say it's not an impressive skill." She responded in reference to his comment on his abilities. "In fact, I think it would be rather frightening to be on the receiving end of that reaction." She stood from her spot to follow him, her books forgotten in the process.

Staring at the two quests Rhys had pointed out she considered them both. The escort job sounded rather interesting, it would be a chance to travel and learn new things along the way. There was the prospect of some danger, but that was of minimal concern. Looking to the hunt quest Scarlet once again found herself giggling as the image of the large undead man chasing tiny rabbits floated through her mind. While she knew how to hunt, she currently lacked the necessary supplies. Finally deciding on a quest she spoke up, slightly stretching up on her toes to point to the quest, "I think the escort quest sounds promising. It offers a chance to travel and learn new things. While it's not guaranteed we will run into any danger it could still be a fun experience." She explained her own reasoning lowering back down to stand normally as she peered up at Rhys waiting for his take on which sounded more of interest to him. "We could also ask the friend you mentioned earlier to tag along." She offered, just now realizing that she didn't actually know what the relationship between the two was.

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Peckinou · Apr 27, 2021

Cyndoka (Woman In White)
Interactions: Scarlet Fires Akar Mercurius
Metions: N/A
Cyndoka smile widened when he accepted her offer to do a quest with her in the future, she also had intentions of doing a high profile quest as well, wanting to test her limits and she was sure Renaque wanted to do the same. To her it seemed that her and Akars interest somewhat aligned with one another which was quite neat to say the least, maybe they would even become friends here. Though when he started to explain what type of magic he does she wasn't all too impressed with it to say the least, illusions were pretty cheap and necromancy seemed pretty hands off. Summon a bunch of undead to do your own dirty work what if his illusions failed him and his undead creatures were beaten, it seems that he might be put in a vulnerable state if that was the case. But nonetheless she would have to reserve judgement until she actually sees him in action, honestly she didn't mind dark magic all that much but illusions and what is basically minion summoning weren't really her favorite types of magic. As the conversation went on though and he asked about her magic types though she mused on what to say for a moment before beginning to speaking "Yeah, I use Wind Evocation magic, it would be strange for someone of my species to not be using Wind magic to be honest. I also do know Enchantment magic as well, both mine and Blacks moms taught us enchantment, not a hundred percent sure on the reason why, could of been a forced bonding experience for all i know." she ended with a shrug before going on to continue "And I also do plan on taking a high profile quest as well, if you plan on taking a high ranking quest then i must wish you luck, and if you plan to do one alone then, try your best not to die cause that would really suck after having gotten to know you." she couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the last part though, she trusted that he would know what he was doing at the very least.
Renaque (Woman In Black)
Mentions: None/ Open
Renaques peered at the quest board, debating on the list of quests she could choose, she thought about taking one of the S class quest but ultimately rejected it. She wanted to play to her skills as of right now, and one on ones were her specialty when it came to combat, she figured her best course of action would be to take on a A class quest first and if she did well enough on that one, then she would move up to S class. With that plan in her mind made up, she ultimately decided to take the quest that involved killing the Feral Ogre, she knew a bit about Ogres from books and how her mother described facing them, and to her they were just a , bigger, uglier and more stupid version of Cyndoka. If she could handle her, then she doubted something like a Ogre would be too much of a problem as well, but still, she couldn't help but take note of the Feral part was there a huge difference between a regular one and a Feral one? Well she was going to find out soon enough anyways, she then went on to take the quest from the board, now all she needed to do was get her scythe from her room and prepare to to leave for the quest. But as she walked away from the board she stopped at the stair case musing on weather she should invite white to come with her or not.

Noct · Apr 27, 2021

Arcturus laughed with Gul's jokes about his diet and his statement at being too handsome. As the fight they were watching calmed down Arcturus decided to remark. "Looks like the pretty boys are done fighting, and have just turned to petty insults instead." Arcturus noted to Gul, jokingly. He swiftly changed topics. "And if it's a diet you are on, that would explain a lot, you are practically all bone." He softly chucked at his poor joke. He watched some of his companions near the quest board watch Gul. "Looks like some of the guild members are starting to look into the quest board, I will go look at what's on the board too." He started to walk off towards the quest board, and turned to Gul, "If you wish to accompany me you can, I am going to see the quest board, see what quests were given to the guild." He got up as he approached the board. There he saw a couple of new faces he hadn't seen before.

A gruff man stood out to him, he looked like what Arcturus had imagined the common mercenary to look like. From first appearances he seemed cold to approached, but he was seemed to also be chatting up with the female Dark Elf nearby. He recognized them as two of the people who had been looking at Gul earlier and decided to interject. "Hey pals, I saw you two eye up my handsome companion over there." He pointed to Gul as he interjected with a joyful voice, interrupting the two who seemed to be discussing an important matter. "I was just wondering if you were afraid of the kind fellow?" He widely smirked.

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Scarlet Fires (Scarlet)

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Pilgrim59 · Apr 27, 2021

Stynger
FDG Halls, Sharn

She studied the parchment that Phos had laid out on the table briefly, before turning towards the man. While she has yet to decide for herself a task, it seems that one had been decided for her. Stynger gave it some thought, with her hands interlocked and idled in consideration. For many speculative reasons, Phos had chosen her to accompany him. She eyed the others, of whom were already on their feet to sally forth with their delegated details in discourse.

Stynger found herself spaced out in the moment, having blissfully neglected the dramatic disturbance that gave rise not mere moments ago. Phos's words begged many questions, as she dwelled on it. A friend, he called her, despite their brief interactions. Stynger wondered if he was simply saying so out of the need of company. The way Phos mentioned their abilities made her self-conscious. Could it be that he was more interested in her arcane practices? While she had nothing to conceal, it was a curious choice of words. Surely, he meant nothing sinister about it, she reassured herself. Stynger kept the thought in the back of her head. Nevertheless, she adhered to his call-to-arms. For better or worse, it was time for her to earn her place here. First things first, she must address herself properly, Stynger thought to herself.

"I shall accompany you on this quest, Master Flynn. Please tend to your equipment and preparations, I shall meet you outside once I've squared away my details." Stynger replied monotonously getting up from her seat.

"... and Stynger is fine, Master Flynn. The term mistress may isinuate unwarranted perceptions that I do not truly possess." she added, bowing slightly.

She hauled her umbrella along, having said her piece. With her mundane armament secured between her elbow, Stynger collected the finished plates and utensils where her acquaintances were done. The Cnidarian nonchalantly made her way to the kitchen, rolling up her sleeves and relinquished her gloves. As if by some innate habit, Stynger began her aforementioned details in earnest. Firstly, a rinse to soften up the rough debris and crumbs. A procured bucket of water resided beside her for the final rinse, as she proceeded to apply the aromatic serum upon the stained plates and utensils. Each sorted into organized piles, despite their tainted state. She had an auxiliary bowl trapping to prevent the crumbs and leftovers from falling into the drain and clogging up. Each action backed by solid reasoning and objectives. One by one, she dispelled their corrupt spots, with each resolute stroke filled with poised intentions. The tarnished dishes intermixed with the foamy concoction. Stynger's hands wove back and forth, turning with an expedited motion, albeit controlled. The rough textures of crusty retentions quickly fell to her applied force. The scrubbed mugs became a temporary holder for the utensils, while she continued to work her way through the bowls. When Stynger has concluded the cleaning process, she finally washed down the foamy pile of dishes with the bucket of water that she had procured earlier. The dishes began falling into line upon the racks in neat formations. Smaller bowls went first, then the bigger ones atop to conserve space. Utensils stacked into their holders by utility. Forks, spoons, teaspoons, and knives - all sorted accordingly as any sane homemaker would do. All spotless, with an audible squeak when Stynger brushed her index finger upon the butt-end of a processed bowl. While Stynger's visage was that of a prim and proper nun, she was internally elated to finally lend a hand to do her part. It was the least she could do to thank her accommodating peers for their breakfast, even if she has yet to eat anything. A subtle gesture of grateful grace, Stynger contemplated. She finally turned towards the bowl trapping, clearing the crumbs and soggy leftovers down in the garbage bag. Tying it up nice and tight, Stynger left the scene briefly to dispose of it properly, then returned to blanket the bin with a new set of cover. The new trash bag was swiftly tucked into place and secured by the designated slotting. The bowl trapping was cleaned shortly after, as did the drainage filter. For someone as precarious as Stynger, she needed the contingency of a bowl trapping in case the drainage filter failed. Among the doctrines of war, preparations and well-thought out strategies will conceive a better, if not expected outcome. Stynger finally washed her hands and secured her umbrella, before stepping outside.

Unlike most adventurers, Stynger had little on herself aside from her main armament. She had little to prepare for aside from a quick grasp at her Umbral Ella. Despite its seemingly mundane aesthetics, the umbrella was inevitably composed of malleable metals, speculative of Lhazaarian Steel. A meager umbrella with the weight of a certain Cnidarian's troubled heart. Stynger secured her sleeves, donning her gloves as she stood idly by the oaken tree outside the Halls in anticipation of Phos's arrival. Butterflies passed her by, while the warm zephyr whispered gossips of the distant land. Stynger abided by her time and gave heed to the prancing grasses and sporadic daisies.

Yakov011001 · Apr 28, 2021

Preparation was quick for Phos. He really only ever used one weapon--regardless of how heavy it was--and he didn't wear armour. What kind of abjurer wears armour? He did have one important thing that he needed to retrieve however, and that was his cardigan. It was a long, open sort of thing. If it weren't for the sleeves it'd be mistaken for a cape; he rolled up those sleeves, better aesthetic. There's no rules against a mage looking slick as fuck, if there was you'd better tell that to Luce and bonetroustle over there. Under his cardigan was a field pouch he used to keep new stuff he stol--earned, as well as any tools he kept on him. God Shattering Star was an incredible feat of ingenuity in mana-mechanical engineering, and it needed upkeep.

His greatest achievement. See, Phos wasn't really could at mana channeling. When you cast a spell, you're using your inner energy and mana to give it power and framework; however, that alone doesn't make a spell. By reforming the naturally occurring mana in the atmosphere you give your spell depth and form. There's been much scholarly debate as to which side is more important: regardless of how high someone's internal mana pool is, without good mana channeling their spells are just big beat-sticks. Nothing more complicated than maybe a really big laser. However, with a low mana pool, even overcompensating with extreme mana channeling makes proficient spell use hard; having to jump through seventy-odd hoops just to get half of that kind of power into your spells. Of course, there's no debate that being good at both is good. That's why Phos created the God Shattering Star, to be a substitute for mana channeling. The blade channels mana out of the atmosphere for him. Of course, a feat like this has no doubt painted a target on his back at aim from a number of influential people. He didn't know when, but he was sure he'd be sent for at some point. To kill or be killed.

That was beside the point. He let himself get distracted, he was needing to meet Mistress Stynger outside. Or rather, just Stynger. He moved to the front door, his charge blade strung up on his back. He turned to everyone as the readied themselves for their own adventures.

"Alright, you lot. I'm off!" He cheered, pumping a fist up. "Oh, and Madame Luminara," He addressed her directly. "Perhaps when I return I can help with the next meal."

He scanned the room for a quick moment. Luce was undoubtedly still in the bathhouse. He almost felt bad for his brother; he wasn't the kind of person to approach another for aid, so unless someone liked him enough to go out of their way to follow he was on his own. Of course, he almost felt bad. He didn't though. Fucker deserves it.

Turning out the door, Phos moved to join Stynger; still playing with his outfit a bit, getting the gloves on and whatnot--they're important. Looking up from his hands, Phos saw Stynger waiting for him out there. It was almost immediately captivating how the wildlife spun up around her. The air was still, but there was somehow a breeze kicking up her hair. They were in the middle of Sharn, the City of Towers, and still there were butterflies that took to her nook: just the one tree that was out there. Now, he didn't know all that much about Cnidarians on account of Luce never really delivering that far out, but looking at Stynger he absolutely wanted to know more. Every moment she carried herself with an elegance and grace that was infallible proof of her diligence. That and--well--Phos kinda sorta just really liked looking at her. Keep it together, dumbass.

"Y'know Stynger," He called to her as he approached. When he reached her, he flicked both sides of his cardigan's tail back with his hands where they settle on his hips. It was a habit he picked up from his father's friend: Lamuel J. Saxon. "Now that I'm actually thinking about it, you're rather cute aren't you?" That was rhetorical of course, and he quickly rotated the conversation to cover up that it was kind of embarrassing to say out loud. "Now, if we're going to be questing together, you're going to be referring to me as Phos, yeah? There's two Flynns in this guild, best not leave room for confusion."

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