Zedalith
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"What do you mean, Black? You're not—" An abrupt fist from the direction of Khione crashed into Zae's right shoulder midsentence. The haste of the punch caught him more off-guard than the force of the impact. With his opposite limb, Zael nursed the sight of the blow by rubbing soothing circles with his pointer and middle finger. He wore a conflicted expression on his face; Zael was happy that Khione empathized with his cogitation, but the lingering sting kept him from feeling too pleased. The mention of the victims' families did lure Zael out of his naivety to a small degree. A guild had a reputation to maintain. A fledgling guild that saves the lives of murderous beasts would hurt business. A simple solution would be to keep the fate of the Ogre under a veil of secrecy. Otherwise, bloodshed would beget more bloodshed. The momentum of the transporter continued to decline until it was still. Underfoot, the eerie screech of the vessel's brakes pierced through the thick sheet of metal. The dulcet ring of the lightning rail's bell bounded across the rail's broad walls to let the passengers know that it is safe to depart.
Sterngate was a fortress of trade for the region of Zilargo. Foremost, it provided safe passage for merchant vessels and cargo into Sharn. A line of soldiers decked the colossal garrison beyond the lightning rail's height. Below, the passengers took their first steps onto the arrival area. What was immediately apparent to Zael was the change of temperature and greenery. Unlike the densely compacted king's forests, the terrain housed little vegetation. The scene before him imbued his gaze with a dull and gray lifelessness. "So did anyone bring a map? Or a compass?" Zael mused with a playful tremor. The deep mine was somewhere within the midst of the mountainous region beyond the fortress's walls. The issue was ascertaining which direction was south and which was north.
Behind them, laborers filled the newly depleted space within the lightning rail with cargo. Ores and minerals clattered together within the lugged containers. Zael speculated that the touted shipments held bounty from the deep mine; It would likely be the last shipment until the mine was ogre-free. "We should ask one of the locals for some more information about the deep-mine before we take off. The locals probably pick up on a lot more than the cushy executives who write these notices," Zale grumbled with a dismissive hand wave. "I would volunteer, but my throat is beginning to feel parched from all this yapping," Zael feigned with a hoarse voice and a hand pinching the medial of his collar. Zael held no qualms mingling with drudges— he only sought to offer his companions more autonomy. Currently, Zael felt some guilt in imposing his desire to preserve the Ogre's life on those that found the notion disagreeable. It was an opportunity strike at testimonies to convince him otherwise.
Peckinou - Black
Elenion Aura - Oliver
Lithia Lace - Khione
Sterngate was a fortress of trade for the region of Zilargo. Foremost, it provided safe passage for merchant vessels and cargo into Sharn. A line of soldiers decked the colossal garrison beyond the lightning rail's height. Below, the passengers took their first steps onto the arrival area. What was immediately apparent to Zael was the change of temperature and greenery. Unlike the densely compacted king's forests, the terrain housed little vegetation. The scene before him imbued his gaze with a dull and gray lifelessness. "So did anyone bring a map? Or a compass?" Zael mused with a playful tremor. The deep mine was somewhere within the midst of the mountainous region beyond the fortress's walls. The issue was ascertaining which direction was south and which was north.
Behind them, laborers filled the newly depleted space within the lightning rail with cargo. Ores and minerals clattered together within the lugged containers. Zael speculated that the touted shipments held bounty from the deep mine; It would likely be the last shipment until the mine was ogre-free. "We should ask one of the locals for some more information about the deep-mine before we take off. The locals probably pick up on a lot more than the cushy executives who write these notices," Zale grumbled with a dismissive hand wave. "I would volunteer, but my throat is beginning to feel parched from all this yapping," Zael feigned with a hoarse voice and a hand pinching the medial of his collar. Zael held no qualms mingling with drudges— he only sought to offer his companions more autonomy. Currently, Zael felt some guilt in imposing his desire to preserve the Ogre's life on those that found the notion disagreeable. It was an opportunity strike at testimonies to convince him otherwise.
Peckinou - Black
Elenion Aura - Oliver
Lithia Lace - Khione