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Graded [Frontier] A Short Road

Finnegan Huttman

"Hahaha! That will be lovely thank you!" the big man turned back to sit properly at the table, looking the picture perfect form of manners... Despite his... Gigantic stature and armor. he was no giant, but he did definitely seem like a big lad.

But, despite the fact many might be still thinking about his earlier words, or even about the food himself, Finn seemed to get back into a more serious topic!

"Sir Cleo, shall we better discuss our work? typically this goes through the guild, but I'm certain they wont miss me for a time. And I always prefer simply finding the work and going along to help rather than filling out leagues of paperwork, much simpler." he, if anything, seemed like a man who would struggle with paperwork of any variety... "What kind of work are you looking for? I can of course deal with long trips, maintenance is of my own concern so there is no issue. But, for the trouble, of course, payment must always be talked about and spoken of before-hand... It is an unfortunate part of the deal, but.. Well..

I must eat..."

He has a few other reasons for money, twins this time, expensive sort.. But.. he would leave that between him and those two kittens..

"I'm not going to try and break you on costs, but I am a E grade Adventurer, so suffice to say I am no novice... Though to admit and throw a bone.. I don't quite have the.. understanding.. of how much a E grade adventurer's work goes for, so bare in mind. Ohhoho!" one might say the man gave a wink below his armor.. One also might wodner why he hasn't taken off his helm yet. He would think that as well, but hes busy at the moment and his one brain cell is currently being taxed already.
 
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Manira Mundo

Was she annoyed that the two goons that came with them ignored her? Yes. Were her expectations of them met, regardless of her efforts to urge them to enter first? Yes. Did they exceed her expectations, and actually caused an even worse scene than she had planned? Absolutely. As much as she could, she hid her face behind Cleo's back as she pushed him in. Her attempt to rile them up died as soon as she opened her mouth, as it seems the sexual deviants were already riled up to begin with. The regret she felt for bringing them here overflowed from her like a pleasant despair, because she had a hunch she'd make the situation worse if she opened her mouth. She slumped beside Cleo, with an expression of defeat. He was won, him inviting the two weirdos has already implied her association with them. There's no escaping now.

Like a defeated rabbit, she hid her face in her arms. She didn't even talk to the waitress, as she just raised two fingers as a response. She needed something heavy to push down whatever she was feeling in her stomach right now. The man at the counter glaring didn't even deserve her attention right now, as her focus right now centered on not wanting to be lumped with the rest. While they waited for the food though, the conversation didn't stop. She completely disregarded Jojo, as she casually placed him in her list of "Never get within physical contact with". Finnegan's words caught her fancy though, as an adventurer is an occupation regularly discussed alongside the topics of wealth and glory.

"Thought ya was some suit o' Armor that just decided, had enough, time I take life in me own not livin' hands.", her words jabbed at the tall man, but she just rolled her eyes at response. "Ain't no adventurer, but I can get to places others can't, an' Wakas here's a cutter that I can use even with me cookin'. That's all, wake me up when meat buns arrive, don't wanna breath the same air as y'all, an' talkin' on an empty stomach is bad luck.", furtively, she glanced at Cleo, expecting a titled expression on his face. Since she can't show her face, might as well make someone else feel the same through her words.


 





Cleo Rom
"Aspiring Merchant"





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-Ryke-
Capital City Ryken, Marketplace Alley


Code by: Shatter Shard


Bunner's Bun Shop



Cleo looked as if he swallowed a bitter pill, but composed himself soon after. This whole situation was unexpected, but it could've been worse. There was no point in dwelling over it, and he would rather go over the reason why they're here in the first place: business.

"Okay!" the waitress acknowledged, writing down Manira's order. "3 Booba Buns and 7 Normal Buns. That would be 1 silver and 60 coppers!"

He looked at the wobbling mage and his nosebleed, before sighing and fishing out a couple of silvers under his cloak. "Give this fellow a piece of cloth as well." he requested as he handed them to the waitress. He held Jojo's shoulder and adjusted him properly, making sure he won't just suddenly fall out of the chair.

The waitress took the coins and noticed it was significantly more silvers than she asked. Her face brightened as she said "Alright! Comin' right up!" before walking back to through the door behind the counter. The man behind the counter scoffed and continued reading his book.

Cleo sighed and leaned against his seat, listening to what Finnegan had to say. "I am well aware of the capabilities of an E grade adventurer, but I will not be paying you based on your ranking in the guild." He straightened his posture to continue "I will pay you on a base payment. Adding to that is the performance you've shown me during the entire trip, and any compensation you'd gain from me." He looked at Finnegan. "You should be aware that payment is dependent on the nature of the job, not the rank of the adventurer." He held his chin and thought for a moment, before adding "But rest assured your payment does not lack against E ranked quests."

Cleo shifted his gaze to the woman beside him as he heard her openly insult the others, and shook his head before looking back at the others. "Don't mind her. She's just a grumpy, crass, and coinless woman." he looked at Finnegan as he compared the both of them "Broke, just like you."

"So to remedy this predicament, I am willing to provide incentives."
He swiftly took out a couple of gold coins, evenly split among the group, and placed them on the table. "This is your initial payment, half of the base payment. Of course, this does not include the money that reflects your performance. If I were to estimate..." Cleo shifted his gaze for bit, before sweeping it around the table. He continued in a subdued voice, almost as if tempting them "...you each will get enough to live comfortably for a few months. More if things go right."

Cleo wanted credibility, and him being transparent was an effort to keep their allegiance to him during the entire trip at least. There's no stopping them from robbing him once they get out of the city, but money is generally harder to spend if you get a criminal title. However, that is unlikely to happen. Finnegan seems the honest type and Cleo would like to believe he has the decency to stab in the front instead. Manira could be a threat, but someone this airheaded still out of bars is a good sign for him. Jojo was an enigma, but his priorities seemed skewed and is nowhere near about monetary gains. Besides, this is to establish a connection with these people. Their bright auras taken from his Eye of Midas meant extraordinary potential for him to cultivate. It might be good or bad, but a connection with them would guarantee at least a safety net when it does come to that point. Cleo is very well aware that he is a potential source of income, and he will gladly use that leverage if it means gaining an influence on them. He is useful alive than dead.

Then Cleo remembered something. "Ah right, Manira, you weren't there. This job is an escorting job towards a nearby village. Your sword would be useful as deterrent, just as Finnegan's armor." He had to thank the waitress for finally revealing the woman's name. It was getting harder to refer to her, and he was this close to just calling her "redhead".









 
Finnegan Huttman


He heard the words and.. Well... At first he became worried... Would he be dipped for his pay? The noblemen's gold was good but... He could tell he was getting dipped for his true worth on that job...

But... With what he said finally...

It seems Finne was in for a good few weeks at least!! Sure he said months but you have... Certain... Things in mind...

But nonetheless, he nodded in affirmation!

"Sounds good to me, pay on merit is the tried and true way in life!

Honest work!

Honest pay!

Those who wine and complain and threaten docking of pay for not wanting to join into a suicidal charge into the enemy's heart be damned!

...Not that I was going to avoid such a thing."

He may have been abit salty, but the best folks had abit of salt on the brow.

Right...?

Right.

"So! Where are we heading and what are we bringing? Not too much an issue i'd imagine, i'm not one to pry too much, if it's troublesome we may as well know.

Delicates and what not .. And... of course...

When are wr going?"
 
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Manira Mundo

The sounds of the world were drowned by the excited beat of Manira's heart. In front of her, a beautiful bun of spectacular smell and form laid there like a treasure. Her eyes glinted earlier when she saw the exchange of money, but that's secondary to the feelings she held for the food in front of her. With shaking fingers, she lifted the bun, and like a butterfly testing the mysteries of a new flower, she took a bite. An explosion of flavours made her smile in ecstasy, the murmuring hunger she felt fading as soon as the succulent meat landed in her stomach. The gaze that used to be filled with doubt and mischief turned soft, a mellowness that surprisingly looked quite fitting on her.

While chewing, her ears perked to the sound of everyone else's discussions. It seemed the job was as simple as she hoped, just make sure no goons get any funny ideas on the flimsy moneybag. "Righto, ain't a surprise yer in need of some bigger bones. Can't imagine ya holdin' anythin' more dangerous than goose feathers. Ya'd likely scare someone with yer fanciness, make 'em think ya some pretentious stickbug.", she picked at her teeth while she spoke, showing off her pearly whites that are unnaturally clean and organised.

"Wakas over here ready to do some dicin', so just point, and yer gonna see what you pointed at be cut in half.", smugness emanated from her express, especially when she looked at the big hunk of metal. E-grade, she disdained the grading system, they made it too easy to determine who isn't and is fit for a job. It's totally not because she almost got caught by a few E-grade adventurers she nicked from before. She ate up all her food in haste, as she began stretching her shoulders. Since it's big walk, have to make big preparations, or in other words, big stretching exercises.
 





Cleo Rom
"Aspiring Merchant"





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-Ryke-
Capital City Ryken, Marketplace Alley


Code by: Shatter Shard


Bunner's Bun Shop



His thoughts were briefly halted as the meat buns came into view. The waitress brought them seven delightful looking meat buns, and three... suspicious looking ones. Manira wasted no time devouring her share with delight, making Cleo all the more curious about the buns. As for Jojo, well, he was down for the count. He couldn't imagine anyone would still be conscious after that much bleeding. Speaking of, Cleo took the cloth the waitress brought and thanked her, before wiping off the blood from the fainted man and the table. He cleaned his hands before taking one of the buns. "Discussions shall be saved for later, but rest assured it's not going to be terrible." He pushed the 'booba' buns plate to him before continuing. "For now, eat your fill."

Cleo took a bite, and was surprised. His eyes glistened as if clear water washed over them. He had to admit, it was delicious, but Manira made it seem more than that. Well, he wasn't one to judge a person's palate. Poor woman probably hadn't eaten anything remotely tasty in the last few days. He looked at the woman with pity, before silently enjoying his meal. He nodded from satisfaction. The store has just received another repeat customer.

After eating his share, he looked at Finnegan to finally answer his question. "Roval, a village up north, a few miles away, and at the middle point between the Ryken portal and the nearest portal to the village. I would be there for a bit of a trading business with unprocessed materials and basic necessities. It'll be somewhat hefty, thus a cart's needed." He answered. "I would've hope for a carriage, but I'm afraid I don't have the funds for that yet. This is what this bag's for." He patted the pack beside Finnegan. "It has the bare minimum for an outdoor shelter, a meager tent. Though, we probably won't be needing it, since the village is just a few hours of travel. We are departing later, likely a little bit after noon." He then looked at the woman. "And one more thing..." he swept his gaze to the both of them "...killing is unnecessary. If you can, disable any would-be-threats instead. The less bloodshed, the more pay there is."









 
Finnegan Huttman

"Oh? Is that all? Dare say you'll be paying out the nose then." With the food come Finn seemed to be quite happy with his new acquisition. "Ah, lovely. Truely, this is the best bakery in the Ryken lands.

Good service, lovely people, even lovelier bread.

Fine choice Marinara, fine choice." Finn butchered the woman's name before taking up a bun in a hand, lingering it close to the helm's face plate... "Smell is heavenly... Ah... Helm is in the way..." he undid one strap, which caused a few in the store to stare, awaiting the reveal of the armored man's face.

He undid another, a passing by couple eagerly staring from the big window display just next to him...

And then, with a final movement of his hand...

He stuffed the bun into the opened slight hole where the bottom of his face was revealed. Illiciting a slight bit of dissappointment from onlookers.

"Never been much about killing, it's the fight I desire!

From between the sheets to the field, I dream to rein supreme!

Hahahahaha!

Or, so as it was worded by my late father, God rest his soul."

He paused to stuff the other bun inside, it looked somewhat like it was being eaten by a metal lion...

"And so I shall meet each test of my strength without complaint or worry. If we are beset by bandits, have no fear, I'll treat them as I treat a friend.

Rough em up but never truely hurt them, all thins consentual of course, I don't go around breaking my friends...

Hrmm...

I should work on this explanation..." he seemed to get lost, ending his spree of words.
 
They were talking. A lot. Much of whatever they just said just went out the other ear, mostly because her head was already filled with the whispers of another entity. Underneath her breath, she'd whisper while she hid her face in her arms. She leaned forward, facing the surface of the table to make sure none of them could see her face. Although she tried to keep quiet as much as possible, it's impossible to hide the fact that she was clearly talking to someone. "...Not my fault, had to protect myself...Ain't that bad, he lookin' better than the bleedin' guy at least...Why you even care about who I talk to...No, ain't gonna kill anyone, a girl can't live without gold, 'sides, I'll buy ya a new whetstone..."

Faintly, a few strands of hair behind her danced and twined together as if some invisible entity was playing with her hair. Out of nowhere, she raised her head, showing a slightly messy mouth that still had grease on it. Of course, she cleaned it in the most crass way she can, by using the passed out JoJo's cape as a napkin. "Ain't a problem, a few hours of tourin' the outside of the capital? Sounds more like a trip than a job to me. The blade's you- no, not actually, shut up, meant I'll work for him...", her reply suddenly turned into a loud whisper the latter half, causing a few of the people who were looking at Finnegan to shift their eyes towards her with a curious look on their faces. Realising she blurted her response to Wakas, an embarassed expression once again crossed her face.

"ANYWAYS, YES, THE JOB'S MINE, AND SO'S THE REWARD." Her face regained its calm after she said that. "Ain't planning to kill anyone either. Do I seem like the type to murder someone? A pretty girl like me won't even hit a fly.", genuinely, she just replied with whatever she could say, because she could not at all recollect the first half of their conversation. "What we doin' with this weirdo, though. We ain't responsible if anythin' happens to him, right?", she ended her little monologue by pointing at the incapacitated JoJo on the table that likely needs medical attention that the party has no intent to find for him.
 





Cleo Rom
"Aspiring Merchant"





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-Ryke-
Capital City Ryken, Marketplace Alley


Code by: Shatter Shard


Bunner's Bun Shop



As Cleo was discussing with Finnegan, he couldn't help but notice the whispers coming from the woman beside them. Although he tried to ignore it, he couldn't help but pick up on some of her words. She seemed to be talking to someone else. To whom, well, he doesn't know. This is something that could prove dangerous to him, but to invade on a secret wasn't the brightest of ideas. She's trying to keep it a secret, and though she was failing miserably, he would at least try to keep the spirit alive. And then she made a blunder. Just as he was trying to be nice to her. He sighed. For her and everyone else's sake, he would say nothing about it.

"It's fine." He stood up and fixed his robe. "I'll reserve this table for at least a day." he said to the waitress, handing a gold coin. "This should be enough. Call somebody that can help this guy. If he wakes up within the hour, tell him to go by the West Gate. If not, just tell him to go home." The man in the counter quipped "We don't do that kind of service, sir." Cleo looked at the bunnyman and handed a gold coin to him. The man took the coin and went back to reading his book. "But I guess some exceptions can be given." Cleo nodded and beckoned the rest of his group. "Let's go."



















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Peaceful



-Ryke-
Capital City Ryken
West Gate


Sunny and Warm
Noon




Code by: Shatter Shard








The group went along with Cleo, and usually bantered as they went to fetch a few things before going on a trip. The first thing on the list was to buy a cart and a horse, which they did. Buying a good horse was a bit of a hefty price, but Cleo was willing to invest for a few years of service. The cart was added, enough to carry the three of them, but it sadly had no suspension as those carts were a bit too pricey for Cleo's liking. And then the goods. Unprocessed materials and such, loaded into the cart, all summing up into a bulk that took up half of it. The other half of space was saved for Finnegan and Manira, while the coach's seat was reserved for Cleo. Finally, after an hour of going around spending and interacting with each other, the group ends up in the West Gate of Ryken.

It was noon now, and this time Cleo chose the store to get lunch. With them are a few sandwiches packed with meat and vegetables. A full course meal sandwiched between bread. The clear day was a good time as any to enjoy some lunch. Cleo ate his on the cart, waiting for a little while more if that Jojo person ever comes back, or if Finnegan or Manira had to do something quick nearby. Whatever it is, Cleo's good to go.







 
Finnegan Huttman


"Glad to see it wasn't too hard getting this cart." Finnegan was up front for now, with the horse. He had abit of experience with horses, so he wanted to at leats see if it was doing okay. Healthy, no sores or signs of abuse. Hell it seemed to nuzzle against any who really stood nearby it. What a lovely horse..

He wondered if he should get his own sooner or later, would be a good idea.

The man looked up to Cleo, an unreadable look from within his armor really. "Treat the horse well, and it will treat you well. You bought a friend alongside a asset." he patted the beast's neck in that loving firm way, before he got up to the wagon.

"You have a name for the sweetheart yet? I've known some men to not name animals but those are heartless fellows." he took up his place deciding to sit down for the long ride. if issues arrise, he will gladly help, or even drive the wagon for a time should he need.

But, there wans't much he could do yet.
 
Manira Mundo

Manira picked at her nose, her other hand using her hair as cover. She didn't know why they're waiting, they could've just left the address there and the weird magic man could've just followed them to whatever town they're supposed to go to. Well, she didn't mind it too much. With less people to work with, maybe it'd mean a bigger reward for the two of them. "Can't imagine findin' fun in all this, just puttin' shit in boxes an' luggin' it about like some lackey. Magic's a thing, pretty sure just portin' these stuff through portals faster than havin' bozos like you be delivery boy." Her sharp words remained pointed at Cleo, though the tone is softer now. Mainly because there are a lot of guards around them since this is the gate.

Her body hung over the edge of the cart, her expression showing complete boredom. She tried to look for entertaining things, but aside from the occasional idiot getting their foot stepped on by a horse, the crowds were mundane. Finnegan's talks about naming the horse it is, then. She faced the man in the suit and sneered at him, showing her prominent fangs. "Call it Replaceable, cuz for sure that's what it is. Heard of merchants who bought the shittiest of horses for cheap, an' worked them to death. Who's to say our boss here won't ain't one?", she made an exaggerated shrug before going back to leaning over the edge of the cart.

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"Let's just leave that schlub, don't even think he's an actual mage, probably just a hack wantin' easy money.", she had nothing in the capital to really tie her down, at least aside from the accommodating airheads that were east to steal from. With so much money in hand, they were basically asking to get mugged. Lazily, she pointed her finger ahead of them, down the path. "What's that thing y'all adventurers say? Adventure is out there? Yeah, that, except change adventure into money. We wastin' money if we ain't doin' the adventurin'."
 





Cleo Rom
"Aspiring Merchant"





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-Ryke-
Capital City Ryken, West Gate


Code by: Shatter Shard


Ryken West Gate



Cleo finished his meal, and responded. "Her name will be Petra." He looked at the two, before setting his gaze at Manira. He clearly felt the intent with her words, but it was such a shabby jab that it only got a slight roll of his eyes. "You ought to be better at listening. Clearly, you have no talent in information gathering and connecting the dots." He dusted himself and took the reins. "Magic is costly, and as merchants, it's necessary to keep the costs low and efficiency high. Using the portal to a nearby portal-less village when a convoy along a safe road is much cheaper and efficient is, quite frankly, a stupid idea." Cleo shook his head and sighed as if he had heard the dumbest thing in the world. He even made a gesture, noting the few merchant caravans coming out of the gate. "In the head department, I'd dare say Finnegan is more sensible than you are thoughtless."

He looked at Finnegan and nodded his head to the cart. "Get on. Gently though, since I don't know how heavy you are." He then looked at the sky, before looking forward at the horizon. If they go now, it'll be sunset by the time they get there. There was enough time. "As for JoJo, well, if he's competent enough, he'll know where to go."









 





Cleo Rom
"Aspiring Merchant"





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-Ryke-
Capital City Ryken, West Gate


Code by: Shatter Shard


Ryken West Gate



Cleo finished his meal, and responded. "Her name will be Petra." He looked at the two, before setting his gaze at Manira. He clearly felt the intent with her words, but it was such a shabby jab that it only got a slight roll of his eyes. "You ought to be better at listening. Clearly, you have no talent in information gathering and connecting the dots." He dusted himself and took the reins. "Magic is costly, and as merchants, it's necessary to keep the costs low and efficiency high. Using the portal to a nearby portal-less village when a convoy along a safe road is much cheaper and efficient is, quite frankly, a stupid idea." Cleo shook his head and sighed as if he had heard the dumbest thing in the world. He even made a gesture, noting the few merchant caravans coming out of the gate. "In the head department, I'd dare say Finnegan is more sensible than you are thoughtless."

He looked at Finnegan and nodded his head to the cart. "Get on. Gently though, since I don't know how heavy you are." He then looked at the sky, before looking forward at the horizon. If they go now, it'll be sunset by the time they get there. There was enough time. "As for JoJo, well, if he's competent enough, he'll know where to go."



















Situation Level
Peaceful



-Ryke-
Forest


Sunny and Warm
Near Dusk




Code by: Shatter Shard








The group departed, down the road. It only took a few minutes before they were greeted with the vast fields around them. They could see villages from far away, the line dictating the forest, and of course, the vibrant blue sky. The wind was gentle, and although the sun was above their heads, the heat was mild enough to not cause any trouble. The horse trotted and the cart was pulled. The lack of suspension made it a bit bumpier than what is comfortable, so Cleo had to use his own robe to somewhat cushion his seat.

The trip was generally peaceful for the first few hours, with nothing much going on. He would occasionally talk to Finnegan and Manira, trying to relieve the boredom from the trip. There wasn't much going on, and so Cleo's mind wandered around during most of the trip. It was a safe road, after all, with the proximity to the capital ensuring that the road was kept safe as much as possible. The wide open field made it pretty much impossible for anyone or anything to set up an ambush. However, that becomes a concern when one needs to cross a forest. Cleo and his group had arrived in it; a place they must traverse through to get to Roval Village. The trees rustled above them, and though the sun was still high above, it was getting closer to the horizon. Cleo looked around, with the road beset by the trees of the forest. Although his worries may be unfounded, Cleo tensed as he urged the horse to speed up a little more. The sooner they were out of the forest, the better.







 
Finnegan Huttman
With each bump of the carriage, the man clunked like a collection of pots and pats, rhythmicly, a band of percussion. Metal on metal, clinking and clanking as they went along.

Finn couldn't help bjt find the day rather nice, it was a beautiful sunny day and he was happily warmed by the light of the sun. The man took his time to check over his things, what meagre showings they were. Few coins, lint, a shiney rock that looked nice, he would be happy to soon have some money in pocket after this job. The merchant promised to pay well, jury was still out on that part, if he didn't pay it was going to be unpleasant.

He'd have to go back to town, inquire with that merchant guild place, tell them what happened, see if theres anything he could do.

Would he hurt the man?

Well...

Finn did have an itch for a fight but.. Really he didn't feel like makeing himself out as the bad man here.

But then again, he hoped this just went well, he had a feeling things were on the horizon and he should be ready for them, best he get some work done now to be prepared... Speaking of...

The air now filled with a different sound, Finn drew out his sword in his spot in the wagon, the brilliant blade was certainly long, had a strong durable blade and a fully down it's length. On a lesser fellah it would have required two hands, the knight seemed to don it with one. But he wasn't going to swing it now, instead he braced it with his legs and began to draw out a whetstone, carefully beginning to work on the edge.

With the sounds of sharpening mixed with the clanks of his armor, the good lad Finn started to humm a tune, one he didn't recognize but kept along anyways.

(Song hummed, impossible dream(the quest) - Man od la Mancha)
 
All of this, is so that she can remove her debt, and get more money. Constantly, she repeated this thought to herself as the cart trudged along the occasionally shaky road. The first hour, she was already half-planning to just run ahead of the group and wait for them to where they're supposed to go, but her forgetting its name gave her second thoughts. It'd be easy to ask, but why would she give them the assumption that she wasn't listening? A few hours of boredom is nothing compared to being looked down upon by the stick in the mud and the metal scarecrow. She did join their sporadic conversations though, as she didn't want to talk to Wakas right now. For some reason, it was acting all grumpy towards her, which is a first.

Dirt, grass, rocks, and travelers summarise what they saw along the journey. Nothing too impressive, though she did smirk at the scene of a bird smacking itself against a branch. She glanced at the beast pulling their cart, and she fantasized it hitting another cart at maximum speed. Of course, preferably with her off of it. The name, Petra, also made her annoyed for some reason. She couldn't place her finger on it, so she just alluded it to the idea of the horse looking like its master, Cleo. Speaking of, the cool merchant has shown a lot of restraint thus far. It surprised her, seeing someone control themselves so well despite her antics that were meant to prod at him. She'll get him eventually though, she'll make the sleazy moneymaker break his facade.

When the hours finally piled up and she was wanting to cut up a random hooligan, the forest opened its maw for them. A rare tenseness arose from her heart as she stared at the path ahead, noticing the gruesome paintings on the ground made from the shadows of the leaves. She'd have preferred if it was night time, because then she wouldn't have to see the light fading away into utter darkness. "Let's get a move on, burnin' daylight. Sooner we get to the place, faster I can spend your cash.", she tried to act nonchalant about it, but anyone listening could hear the faint nervousness in her voice. Memories of the past flashed intermittently in her mind of a home lost, and a life spent shortly in the great wilderness. A faint shiver shook her hair, the blade on her back causing her hair to dance. She glanced at Finnegan with a slightly jealous light in her eyes. He didn't have to fear anything with that Armor on, and his size made him scary enough for the things in the woods to second guess their possible actions.

With a heaviness that he's never seen on her, Manira looked at Cleo. "Ain't a fan of the woods, too many bugs. Don't suppose we can go around, find a different route?"
 





Cleo Rom
"Aspiring Merchant"





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-Ryke-
Forest


Code by: Shatter Shard


Forest



Cleo held his nape in an uncharacteristic show of nervousness as he replied to Manira "I wish I could, but the other route requires that I use a portal. Both goes into the forest anyway, and so I took the cheapest way there." His eyes swept the forest before continuing "Still, every time I come back to this forest, I-" There was a pause, and alertness painted Cleo's face. He has been using Midas' Eyes since their entrance into the forest, and something caught his eyes at the distance. It was momentary, but there was a blip of an aura that disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. He looked around, only to find nothing but peace under the reddening sun. He waited for a while, and no matter where he looked, it was just normal. He swallowed thickly as he composed himself "...I always feel as if something might come out of the forest.". Thankfully, an hour later and he was able to see the familiar sight of the village. The sun had already began to set, so it was fortunate that nothing had happened during their way here.



















Situation Level
Peaceful



-Ryke-
Forest
Roval Village


Sunny and Warm
Dusk




Code by: Shatter Shard








The group arrived at the village, and the gates of their wooden walls opened to let them in. Cleo was able to breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that he's now in a relatively safe space. His smile appeared on his face as he went into business mode, greeting the villagers. He and his group was given shelter, and tomorrow would be the time he would do anything else.

Finnegan would then be called by Cleo, and was asked to deliver a package to a nearby town just out of the forest on the opposite direction where the capital is. After that, he could use the portal in that town to wait for them back in the capital. With how things went earlier, Cleo was convinced he was just paranoid and did not need that much people for escort after all. The package was something that needed to be sent fast, and Cleo needed to stay for a while before he could do so. Thus, Cleo opted to use Finnegan since he was, after all, a Grade E adventurer. Coupled with his honesty and confidence, and his straightforwardness, Cleo was inclined to entrust him with this task. He was given enough food and necessities to help him in his trip, as well as a few more gold to pay for the portal and for the trouble. He was told to either go now or tomorrow early in the morning.







 
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Finnegan Huttman

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It had been a small bit of travelling but he couldn't say it wasn't pleasant. he had at least a few friends today so why not call it a win either way. In truth, he had been a tiny bit bored, the short road was pretty much juts that, no trouble form goblins or even brigands. All in all, he found it a simple enough bit of work. he gave his farewells and took up the things he was to deliver, with the ride in he was eager to actually use his own legs to walk and silently he hoped to get accosted on the way.. To get some arm work in.

But he was certain that Cleo's earlier words stood fast, even if attacked, he would not kill, such was his oath. who would know? Well, he would. And thats most important when holding onto oaths.

He had his job, he had his destination, and so he set off towards it.

And so he set off into the afternoon sun, eager to get the delivery done and find more trouble to get into.
 
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Manira Mundo
The forest was... Still. At first, too still for her preferences. Cleo's earlier words didn't reassure her, as she kept her hand on Wakas the entire time. Her posture displayed a sense of caution that would fit any dangerous scenario, which is to say, she wasted the cool appearance. They traveled peacefully underneath the canopies of the trees, her tenseness accompanying her along the way. When they finally broke away from the treeline, she gave a sigh of relief upon seeing the civilization beyond the forest. Immediately, she'd hop off from the cart, disappearing between the structures. Moments afterwards, she came back with a handful of local delicacies, most of which she began stuffing into her face. After the stressful ride through the woods, the first thing she did is remove stress by eating a large amount of food.
While Cleo and Finnigan dealt with the mediocre things, she did what she did best: petty theft. Of course, she only grabbed very small things, like a stray apple by the edge of a market stall, or the coin someone left on the public benches scattered about. She collected the knickknacks with zeal, and lightly showed some of the minor ones towards the two. This felt... Nice. Traveling alone had its perks, but being able to show off made her feel energetic, though the blade Wakas was contrary. It'd constantly whisper sweet requests into her ears, mainly asking her to separate Cleo's head from his shoulders, but she just ignored that. She can do the same thing to other people anyways, why make him the target when he can give her more money?

With the short road now ended, she felt refreshed after the several hour ride. The wind and the air felt cooler here, causing the smile decorating her face to be even brighter. When the night arrived and she heard the news of Finnigan's departure, she just shrugged her shoulders and made insulting remarks about him looking like the merchandise instead. Even without him here, she'd stab at him, since only her words can easily pierce the armor. When morning began the next day, her eyes stared towards Cleo who generously paid for break. A strange light in her eyes flickered as she watched him, her fingers dancing on the tabletop. Although it's only been a short while, she found his presence quite entertaining. She wouldn't mind crossing paths with more often after this, but of course, she wouldn't lower her pride and ask him about it. Instead, she gave him a smile that would cause the stars to lose their splendor if placed beside her. Her voice, smooth as silk and sweet as honey, said these words that may or may not spark her next grand adventure.

"So, my debt settled, or what?"
 





Cleo Rom
"Aspiring Merchant"





Strength
Precision
Intelligence
Vitality
Speed


[ F ]
[ E ]
[ D ]
[ E ]
[ F ]


E










Active Titles:
Human | Trader



-Ryke-
Forest


Code by: Shatter Shard


Forest



Cleo dealt with his business, trading goods, bargaining with for cheaper prices, and generally used his experience to maximize his profits without overstepping his boundaries. Manira would occasionally interrupt his affairs to show off her "findings" that were most definitely of legal acquisition. Cleo let her be, since she wasn't causing as much of a ruckus as the farce back at the capital. When the evening was finally too deep, he spent the night like a log in one of the guest house.

The next morning, it was back to the usual business since he hadn't finished everything he needed to do yet. Though before the morning had to continue, Manira came to ask him a question which could only come from her mouth. Cleo sighed, before grinning back. "When we get back to the capital."

Cleo was thankful that nothing had happened during the entire trip, though he couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something he missed, it was ultimately a worry that wasn't important.



















Situation Level
Peaceful



-Ryke-
Forest
Roval Village


Warm and Sunny
Morning




Code by: Shatter Shard








The night consumed the world in darkness, but the light from the lamps and torches in the village lit the place well enough and kept everyone warm and safe. A short distance away from the village, near a tree, there sat a figure hunched and picking away at something. A foul stench permeated around the area that the small critters around fled in abhorrent fear. On the ground was a deer with flesh torn apart, and its insides missing from its rightful places. The figure continued to stick its claws on the corpse, tearing another chunk to feed itself. The trees swayed as if shuddering from the sight, and the gentle blow of the wind seem to try and futilely push the figure away from the spot. Yet the terrible sounds of chewing and gulping did not stop. It was only after a brief moment that the figure paused, and its head turned at the sight of the moon. Despite the canopy of the forest, directly overhead was an opening big enough for it to see the moon in its full glory. It shone brightly, reflected on the figure's snake-like eyes as it stared wide eyed at the celestial object at the sky. He then turned its head into the direction of Roval Village, its lights piercing through among the wall of trees. It snorted, as if indignant about something, before continuing its feast. By the time morning came, not a trace of the deer was left behind, with the figure nowhere to be found.

After another day at Roval Village, Cleo and Manira went back to the Ryken the way the came in, but to Cleo's surprise, the tenseness he felt was gone unlike the previous time he went here. He shook his head, silently admonishing himself for being so paranoid. They were able to arrive back at the capital, and Cleo payed Finnegan and Manira their due. It was a short while, and nothing might've happened, but Cleo was happy with the way it turned out. There were no trouble, and Cleo didn't lose anything. That was a win scenario in his book.

OOC:
Thank you guys for participating in the RP. I have to admit that I kinda dragged out the RP, so I apologize for that. With that said, we ended in a good note, and I was able to properly close the thread. Much appreciation to ya'll.






 
Isekai Hell RP Grade
Well well, the RP was a success to say the least! The goal was figured out at the beginning and it would be completed at the end, unfortunately there was some mishaps along the way. The RP went on for too long for such a simple goal, a escort mission from Ryken to Roval Village, there was even the event of one rper dropping off the face of the earth. But eventually the goal was decided and eventually finished, there was bunny booba along the way! (Don't get too excited Ori.) Other than that, this was a okay RP with some bumpy ruts along the way, reap your rewards!

Rewards

Cleo
(Narrator Bonus)- 73 Points - [Optional Title Acquired] Stouthearted - This title allows people to look upon you and see a very honest man, you get the job done when needed, what else is there to say other than you are reliable! You are determined and that has people see you in a positive light.

Manira - 55 Points - [Optional Title Acquired] Firebrand - Thanks to Manira's attitude and personality, people perceive her as a big talker, a troublemaker, and an intimidating person. This could work in your favor, and it could also work against your making you more likely to be investigated by authorities. For criminals, they know of you thanks to this title and more likely to steer clear of you or to give you whatever just so they don't associate with you. This only works on lower grade criminals. Some would say you are a firecracker.

Finnegan - 26 Points - [Optional Title Acquired] Stalwart - This title is of recognition of your actions, you are a vanguard and are a great help to those in need. You are unwavering and determined. People will see you in a better light, your hard work pays off.

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