Fantasy Guild| Always Open

[Redamancy]

As of right now, all characters(both Red and Noble) are in the Capital of Ren. The [sei] royal family is visiting the Capital, to settle a rebellion. (Though scattered, most are in this area.)

Masquerade [tomorrow night], RP time.


A girl went missing from military noble parents.


A Red's dragon egg was lost during a trade.


The Screamer is looking for the dragon, near The Capital.


Sei's Princess Zeitha knows [a bit] about the Red.

None. There are three possible quests, but none that all the characters are required to face.

Zei x Kiri Acquaintances


Zei x Alyssa Wary


Zei x Grevalur Unfamiliar


Zei x Azazel Unfamiliar


Zei x Bale Dislikes


Zei x Sir Nylvaras Likes


Zei x Kosthos Unfamiliar


Zei x Nyx Unfamiliar/Dislikes


Kiri x Zei Acquaintances/Wary


Kiri x Alyssa Unfamiliar


Kiri x Grebalur Unfamiliar


Kiri x Azazel -----


Kiri x Sir Nylvaras Unfamiliar


Kiri x Kosthos Distrusting


Kiri x Nyx Dislikes


(Send me a list if you want it displayed)

It's quite simple, how it all works out. It always has been. Light and dark, evil and pure, black and white. So different there's no possibility that they aren't enemies.


They are, of course. There isn't any realistic story where these things get along well. They just don't.


For a long time(that's it- just a long time), a guild has existed named the Red. It was fairly welcoming in its first stages, but slowly became more exclusive. Eventually, you were born in the guild, or were impressive enough to be invited. Other than that, you had no chance of getting in.


The Nobles aren't that different. Same concept; You are born in the group, or earn your way in, no excuses. Both groups were plagued with dishonesty and blood, but one was more obvious in that way.

 

[Redamancy]

Quick Expectations:


Try to keep posts of at least two paragraphs. One paragraph is tolerable, but never do one line, please.


No sexual content.


Cursing is fine, but use asterisks(*) just in case someone may be upset by it.


Don't be OP, no godmodding, and no auto-hits.


*Pretty much just the RpN rules, other than this.*

 

[Redamancy]

Zeitha rubbed her arm. The upper floors of the palace were cold, as a draft ran through the rooms. She was staying one floor from the roof, and it was almost the end of the year, so it was to be expected that it was cold, especially at such a high elevation.


Her bare feet hit the wood floor, and she quickly grabbed her boots, sliding into them. The building was quiet and unfamiliar. It didn't at all help that the sun was going down, what little light there was disappearing behind the cliff where the royals called home.


The royals.


She thought about their hospitality, which she appreciated, and stepped outside of her room. It was still strange for her. But she wouldn't be there very long, just a week or two, if all went well.


The girl headed down the stairs, her footsteps thudding as she went.


There were people here, but it was still so quiet right now.


As she got to the main floor, Zeitha heard whispering from the kitchen, and a few people were beginning to fill the rooms up with electric light, controlled by a large panel.


She slowed down at the doors, coming to a stop at the faceless soldiers. They were all identical in appearance, inside their armor and helmets.


They shifted as she passed them. The moment was tense, and no one spoke, two of them opening the doors for her.


She nearly ran down the steps leading to the level of the city. Her boots were thick, and made the familiar thud against the stone.


A few people glanced at her, simply because she just left the place of their curiosity, but looked away, not recognizing her as someone impressive.


The city itself was large, and well kept. It was lively compared to the castle, and crowded.


She ducked around torn banners and meat hanging on display. A red flag caught her eye, and she watched it sway, marking the building.


She read the sign, freshly painted in large crimson letters.

Kiri swung her legs onto the table, leaning back in her chair. She just cleaned it, which meant she got to do it again after she got bored staying in one position.


The Red functioned as a sort of pub in the evenings. Prices were high, but the alcohol was worth it. Business was slow at the moment, the only reason she was able to claim a table to herself.


Some were in their rooms upstairs, some were out to eat, some were eating upstairs, and some were on leisure. A great many of the members had friends or lovers that they visited until they were needed. The Red was large, and had branches, as they were called. These were people who didn't stay in the building, and didn't go on missions directly. Instead they offered services to help their projects. These included smiths, tailors, carpenters, and doctors. Traders were used to seek out a single item on the market. The Red paid them a higher price then what they bought it for, and would use the item for tasks.


And she was bored now.


Standing up, she quickly wiped down the table with her rag, and threw it onto the counter.


Her eyes fell to the window for a second, her fingers tightening around a stack of papers. She went upstairs to post the privately, on display for anyone who wanted to take the task on with a group, or by themselves.


"I do everything," she muttered almost inaudibly, jogging up the steps.

 

[Zedalith]

​

The capital was always buzzing, especially in this time of day. It was the life of the country, the capital was its bulging, beating, and ever swelling heart. The market area was especially busy, the frantic voices shouting out in to the air, in a desperate plea to sell their faulty products. The sound of coin being exchanged could also be plainly heard, and the beat of hands being shook. The unique noise of this city never became tired to his own ears. Two feet proudly glided over the pavement that was laid upon the city's streets, carefully cutting through crowds. He carried an over-sized bag over his shoulders that jiggled as he walked. The sound of glass vials chipped against each other periodically.


Though the continents of the bag were exceptionally value, he did not show fear. He knew how to walk and how to look; he lived in this city long enough by now. Azel knew what thieves looked for in their prey, weakness, uncertainty, and worry, he made sure that his features displayed nothing of the sort. He drew closer to a particular trading hub. The size of the building was imposing, the structure was trimmed with gold ornaments. This was one of the red's main trade partners, Azel provided a variety of medicines to them, and they provided him with coin.


His specialty, the potion of youth however, was not easy to mass produce, instead he made an effort to contact and sell to nobles directly rather than use a distributor. Azel passed through the double doors of the building, ignoring the imposing guards that protected the outside. The inside of the building was well-furnished, with tables and chairs for guest to sit on. Towards the back there was a counter, similar to what a bank would have. Behind the counter, a chubby, tan gentlemen had stood. The gentlemen was busy talking to another associate, until he saw Azel approach. The man gave a simple smile, then a nod to acknowledge him.


"What do you have for me today?" The merchant inquired, with two brown eyes focused on Azel. The alchemist gripped the bag that sat at his shoulders and gently loosened it, using both of his hands to place it softly on the counter. He then reached in to his coat and pulled out a white piece of note paper with scribbles on it, letting the note sit besides the bag.


"Everything we agreed upon is there, I wrote it down on that paper. Your customers will enjoy these. The health potions should be especially effective now. And I perfected the serum for that nasty bug that's been floating around, it should completely eradicate it and restore any of your customers back to full health." Azel intoned with a stern voice, his own glare matching the merchants.


"Very well. Your payment will be shipped to the inn as par our usual agreement." The merchant offered giving a gentle laugh.


"Oh, we'll make sure it does." Azel half-joked, flashing a tiny hint of menace in his eyes.


With the trade complete, he stepped out of the merchants headquarters, there was still some more work to be done.

 

[Aine]

Everyday, at the same time - almost like it was staged - the city erupted into different, magnificent hues of orange as the street lights gets turned on. The sun slowly dropped into and behind the castle which sat atop, and in, the large cliff towards the side of the city; the skies crying in violets and blues before finally, it disappeared with the sun, turning the beautiful purple of the sky into a deep black. Bale, like many other evenings, sat on a rooftop to see the sunset, and even with all of his years living within the capital, he has yet to get tired of it. He sighed quietly, after the sky turned black, before jumping down into a small alley way as he began to head back towards the tavern.


Playing about a small pouch of stolen money, twirling the bag around his finger, Bale strolled his ways across the usually noisy streets, following a familiar path he usually takes to get back to 'The Red'. Merchants, left and right, trying their hardest to get rid of today's batch of produce, while some are packing up their stalls, ready to head home.


As he approached he spots an unusual face standing in front of it. Her face as pale as the moon, and her hair a ghost white which glistened within the moonlight. Banshees. Oracles of death. He paid no mind though, as he continued towards the door of the tavern, passing the girl as he pushed the door open.


@Redamancy (Not a direct interaction, but I though I might as well tag you anyways)

 

[Allibi]

Alyssa Fuere Virgol Elrolim Ren

The royal emissaries from the kingdom next to Ren have finally arrived at the bequest of the King and Queen. Arriving two hours before noon, they're greeting with fanfare and a hour long ceremony. The visit this time would be crucial for the future growth of the country of Ren, as of the same as the previous visits. This visit brings a trade of information, such as laws, magical knowledge, and the general advancements in the many fields regarding to both of the kingdoms, agreed by a mutual trust and alliance. The ceremony that greeted the princess's arrival to this foreign kingdom (together with their countries' prominent nobles), was a little bit over the top of grandeur. If one might compare it, it could be a little less extravagant compared to the birth of a prince, or princess.


Of course, it was all a farce.


The princess and their emissaries have actually entered the kingdom the night before. They never appeared upon the ceremony that is held in grand. It was simply a local dressed up as a foreign noble look-a-like and getting them paraded across The Capital. The nobles were kept out of the knowledge of this, and it is best kept that way.


The Summary of the relationship between the nobles and the King

The nobles have been divided as long as the country of Ren is established. There were no neutral factions in the nobles, either it is with the King, or against him. The previous King, King Grishom Regnimus Elrolim Ren ; her grandfather, have made her father, King Fuere Virgol Elrolim Ren to be the current king, and that action have caused a growing disapproval from the nobles even more. Some of the houses said that the King should anoint his eldest son instead for the throne, and the others agreed to his decision.


Reigning over the displeased nobles did not bring in good either, as the King brought changes in laws and statute that decreases the power of the nobles. More wealth from the nobles flowed back to the people, and in return, a long term, but strong and steady future for the country. These laws bans the trading of slaves anymore in the country, and not only that it is


illegal, the servants that have served under Lordships will be required to be paid and registered as a name in the country, making them official citizens of Ren.


The positive side effects will definitely not be seen in at least decades to come. But the backlash of rage and evil will definitely come first. The dissent from the nobles grew, as well as some of the nobles shifting their sides to oppose the king's decree. The latest tragedy that trigger this crucial visitation from the foreign countries, would be the missing noble girl, Emilie.


Mystery is revolving the case, as the noble's family is tied to the supporting faction of the king's reign. Letting none speculations afloat to the public, the request is simply labelled as missing girl. With hopes that the Red might do something positive about it.


Back to the story

"All is quiet so far."


Allyssa nodded at the respond behind her, before hearing the footsteps retreated back through the double doors to her room. The balcony in her room overlooked the entire city in its fullness. Something that Allyssa have grown accustomed to, but was never ever satisfied by the sight. The evening chill have already begun to blow over the enter castle. The legs and hems of her royal dress fluttered under the rousing of the evening wind. Her hair wasn't tied down, as it too flowed along side as the wind blew.


Bringing her left hand up from time to time to push the hair out of her face, she leaned back upon her chair, enjoying the day of peace that will be coming to an end.

 

[Redamancy]

• Zeitha
• Kiri
• Zeitha

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  Zeitha saw eyes peer back at her, and she stiffened. The woman in the window looked away, and disappeared up a flight of stairs.
  
  
  The white haired girl looked towards the opening of the building. The door was opening constantly, due to people walking in and out, some rather intoxicated. She stood still for a few more moments before darting into the tavern's swinging door. There were less than a dozen people, though she didn't exactly count. Her eyes fell on the staircase the woman went into, and she bit her tongue, trying not to smile.
  
  
  I'm such a lady, she thought to herself. She could be kicked out for going into private quarters, but wasn't at all worried. Which was strange, for her. Her gait was light as she went towards the stairs. Only then did she realize that it housed people, as some rooms were open to reveal beds, desks, and weapons.
  
  
  Weapons were usual, but not in such a large amount.
  
  
  Inhaling sharply, she walked up to the witch, realizing she was much smaller than her.
  
  
  Her head got a stabbing pain, and she brought her hand to her eye.
  
  
  The difference between her and other Banshees, was her way of telling when something was wrong. Most got a pain in their chest, or felt some sort of strong emotion without reason. She was odd in appearance, which is why she covered up half her face. Many assumed she lost her eye. She was fine with that.
  
  
  Looking back up, her mouth was parted slightly.
  
  
  Uneasy, she stammered out, "A-ah, so," looking for some reason to explain why she was there, she said, "I wanted to look at your papers."
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Kiri glanced down at the girl. She looked around seventeen, but sounded like she was in her twenties. The witch paused, before saying, "What did you say?"
  
  
  Her voice was a bit stronger. "I wanted to look at your papers."
  
  
  Kiri looked at the paper she was putting up, and let go of it like it was hot iron. She still had one more to put up, but was overall very confused by her sudden appearance. Banshees weren't common in her country, so she might have been a foreigner. To listen to her voice again, she asked, "Ah, you're a red?"
  
  
  There was a pause. "Yes. Recently."
  
  
  She wasn't from any territories in Ren. Or she was faking a Sein accent for no damn reason. What did she say again?
  
  
  "Oh. Yeah. Uhm, not much." Her voice became slightly eager. "But there's a dragon egg that was l-"
  
  
  "A dragon egg?" The girl touched her eye patch, nervous. If she weren't snow white already, she would probably turn pale as well. It was unusual for someone to be afraid of dragons. It was like being afraid of lightning or trolls. Rarely encountered, if ever.
  
  
  "We lost it."
  
  
  "Dragon eggs are illegal to trade." Her expression was at a deadpan, further confusing the witch. It might have been a question.
  
  
  "That's why we do it."
  
  
  "Oh." Her voice was odd, but it wasn't her accent. She went to the end of the hall and sat down, motionless, and keeping her eyes on the end of the hall.
  
  
  
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  Zeitha tilted her head back, exhaling. Her headache was winding down now, which was usual. It didn't mean she was safe again.
  
  
  She kept her eyes on the Red, her mind racing. She was intrigued, but not fearless at this point. She hoped that being a "Red" meant that you were a resident of the inn, and not a member of some sort of cult or group.
  
  
  Smirking, she bit her tongue again, trying to appear serious. She could play along until someone came for her. It wasn't like she had anywhere to be. Like her room.
  
  
  In the palace.
  
  
  After her amusement died off, she watched the woman put up the last slip of paper, and head back down the stairs, shooting Zeitha a glance right before she disappeared.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[lazytowns]

BARONESS GREVALUR

​

Pitter patter, pitter patter. The hastened beat of bare, nimble feet bounces off the embellished stone walls and echoes down the desolate corridor. This sound will be the sole trace of Faierine's presence in the manor this morning; or so she likes to think. The toasted cinnamon buns that are missing from the kitchen and the pair of opulent pearl earrings that had vanished from her mother's vanity under such mysterious circumstances may serve as her vestiges.


However, Faierine had left something in place. The olive-hued gown with exorbitant silken fabric and excessive ruffles that, although laid out temptingly on the foot of her bed, remained untouched. Instead she's clothed herself in something much better suited for the place she is heading; a pair of tanned rider's slacks, a curtain bale that served as her belt and a white-button up blouse that most nobles liked to call an undergarment.


She fiddles with the buttons, looping the studs under the hooks while being careful to leave an acceptably rebellious amount of them free (two, to be frank.) Her ability to multitask is impressive, one would almost mistake this to be a practiced art; she scampers down a flight of stairs and the manor seems to screech in protest. Polished timbre slates creak under her feet and whine with age. She only grimaces in response but ignores nature's warning against her devious plans for the day.

 

[Aine]

Even if the sun is just setting, you can already see a small amount of drunks within the tavern, which was pretty common; laborers would visit the bar for a couple of drinks after work, before losing control of their drinking and, well, the result is definitely not pretty. Bale slowly looked across the large, yet somehow cozy, room as he looked for an empty table. He made his way towards a vacant seat in a dark corner of the bar. After taking a seat, Bale unraveled the sack of gold from his finger, untying the string and spreading the leather pouch flat onto the table. revealing its contents: a dozen gold tokens and a plain silver ring, which he fiddled with a little, placing it on and off some fingers before finally pocketing it. He lets out a deep sigh. Nothing of value today as well, he thought, spinning the tokens on the table in boredom.


For so long, Bale was able to avoid doing any quest for the guild, but, as you can see, after his parents stopped supporting him financially, he has became unable to keep living - leaving him to reside to a live of petty crimes just to put food on the table, something that, quiet honestly, doesn't put him any closer to his goals of dethroning the king. He lazily placed down his hat on the table and leaned back heavily onto back of his chair, his head hanging over the top as he stared up at the ceiling in deep thought. Maybe that's too big of a goal, he though wistfully.

 

[Zedalith]

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With the transaction done, the alchemist re-entered the buzzing life of the city. Daylight was starting to dwindle now, though not entirely, leaving a cusp of light to illuminate the city. The atmosphere became somewhat dreamy and dulled, as citizens returned to their housing to prepare for the coming day. However, some entered the dying light of the evening, more shady individuals had appeared now, stepping from alleys. The overall tone of the city started to change, and he began to hear indistinguishable chatter. Gradually his interest in their conversation increased, he started to cut out the noise to clearly hear the surrounding voices. Azel's interested peaked when the word 'noble' reached his ears.


The two voices were not far off, two well-dressed gentlemen talked in the open area of the city, thinking the idle noise from around them would mask their conversation. Azel leaned against a nearby wall and took out his journal, pretending to look idle whilst he secretly listened in. He brought a writing utensil to the book, carefully scribbling whilst they spoke.


"She ran away recently, to god knows where. I hope no one got their hands on the poor girl. She's not defenseless but I doubt she could survive on her own." One man said, with an eerie voice as if he were in mourning. "I wouldn't be so worried. She's a clever girl, not the most mentally sound, but smart. I'm sure she'll head back home soon on her own initiative." A women intoned.


He did not hear the entirety of the conversation, but from what he had gathered a noble girl had gone missing, the daughter of a important figurehead in the military. She had dark hair, and green eyes, further more the girl was a witch, someone like that would surely stand out. A important life like that would be worth more than a few coins. Azel shut his notebook, pleased with this discovery, returning it to the right inner pocket of his coat. Someone that fits that description would not stay in the city. If the girl was as mentally unstable as they made it sound, then the city's slums would not fit her well... Perhaps she ventured outward, towards the surrounding lands. He stepped forwards then, passing the two and towards the inn the rested at the outskirts of the city.

 

[Allibi]

Alyssa Fuere Virgol Elrolim Ren

"Tell my father, that I have not felt well, and have gone to bed early."


Was her parting words to the maid servant that to attend to her, before she took the long steps down the now darker halls, descending from the top of the cliff to the bottom of the city. A servant girl followed her, leading her the way out of the castle. The two of them were rather nervous, Alyssa was nervous because she wondered if her body could take the strain at the cost of her curiosity, and the servant girl was nervous, simply because the princess has placed her trust onto her to lead her out of the royal palace, and into the commoners area.


Dressed with the spare clothes of the servant girl, a brown cloak covered over her figure, this would be her disguise to leave the palace at such hours. Even before she reached the bottom of the stairs, she have already pulled the hood over her face. Making sure that at least half of her face is covered, she held a grocery basket with both of her arms, instructions from the girl servant as not to look too suspicious.She managed to slip pass the guards, when a group of servants girls left the castle together. Once they've crossed to the other side, the two of them separated from the group, leaving onto their own destination.


Pulling down her hood, she pulled the hair that was caught inside the cloak free, letting them drape around her shoulder freely. The chilly night air were more refreshing to her than the servant girl that looked on her actions. Blowing a white mist out of her breath, she clasped her palms around her mouth, and released it, much like a child would do. And when that was done, she passed a gentle smile over the impending night.This new experience, this new sense of freedom, the sense of utter relief gave her that smile.


Flash back

"Princess Allyssa ! How many times do I need need to warn you. Do not exert yourself !"





Yelled the royal physician loudly, as he rushed towards her. She was on her knees, her body supported by multiple maids and servants, both at the front and the back. It was weak, her consciously danced in and out. And all she could was to muster a smile to the physician, before she was made to drink a bitter concoction, before she was sent back to her room to rest....


Flash back 2

"Mother, can I not even take a walk outside the castle without an entourage of physicians, maids and guards ?"


"You knew very my dear, that your health isn't the best. You may have the wisdom of many, could you not even understand this ? And consider the worrisome heart of your parents."


Allyssa bit her lips bitterly at the respond. Not that she could have a comeback, the truth was right. Its not that she was caged like a bird, but rather, the weakness was in her. A bird that could not fly, would simply be food, once they're released....


Back to Reality

This was the risk that she have taken, and it is her life that she have to bear. That is why she could smile now, for she the reward of just having a pair of eyes staring at her, in the middle of the night right now, is something she have yearned for a long time. As the servant girl began to understand her joy, she too, smiled, before speaking softly to her.


"M'lady, shall we go to the Reds ?"


"Lets us be on our way." She replied to her, before the two turned, and walked down the road leading from the bridge.

 

[Redamancy]

• Kiri
• Zeitha

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  As she headed down the steps, she heard the thudding of boots behind her. Without looking back, Kiri plodded downstairs, barking out to everyone that she apologized for the delay. She handed out drinks, placing the collected gold in a pocket hidden inside of her cloak. There were more people than she remembered, to her disappointment. The air of joy was always exhilarating, yes, but it meant more alcohol. Everywhere. Her eyes fell on Bale, and she looked back towards the staircase, where the blonde girl stood, her eyes locked on Kiri. Only then did she wonder what was behind the eye patch, as she considered the possibilities. The blue was unsettling, to say the least.
  
  
  She didn't trust her. Whether she was just confused, or was pretending to be a red, she didn't really care. Either way, she needed to be watched.
  
  
  Kiri shot Bale a smile one could see in their nightmares, trying a bit too hard to appear innocent.
  
  
  She sauntered up to his table, promising to be back at the counter after she had a word with her dear friend. Squeezing through the groups of friends scattered around, she stopped nest to him and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to look like she had good intentions.
  
  
  Of course, she never looked like she had good intentions, because she never did.
  
  
  Glancing back once more to buy time, she looked back and said, "Kiiing. Hey man. So, I'm really busy right now. Can you do me a little favor? Ah, just a second."
  
  
  She crept around the customers, careful to give them at least six inches of space.
  
  
  Kiri grabbed the banshee's arm, and towed her towards his table, unable to hear her, if she said anything.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Zeitha watched the girl go out of her view, and she panicked for a moment. The witch was the only one she knew of in the Capital- in the country -besides the royal family. She returned, her eyes kind.
  
  
  The woman latched onto her arm, and she at first thought that a guard found out where she was, but pushed this thought away. Even if it was... well, it wasn't.
  
  
  She looked at her arm after the inn worker let her go, but didn't see a mark. Her eyes returned to the older girl, and she followed her gaze to who she was supposed to be meeting.
  
  
  She felt such a wide range of emotions that had been unfamiliar to her. She had never really hated anyone before. What an experience.
  
  
  He had dark hair, in such contrast to hers that she brought a hand up to her own, as if, perhaps for a moment, she wasn't her usual self.
  
  
  Atop his head was a filthy crown, nothing anyone would see inside a palace. Or at least, not hers.
  
  
  If he was ever a king, he was a disgrace.
  
  
  Her gaze was icy, showing her distaste. It had never occurred to her that he could have been mocking royalty, but this came to mind after the woman said, "King, this is Girl. Girl, King."
  
  
  Blue eyes connected with her own, sending her some sort of message. She finally grasped it and said quickly, "I'm Zei."
  
  
  The witch paused, before looking back towards King, and pulling a handful of tokens from a pocket, and placing them on the table.
  
  
  A thief. The cloak was made for a thief. No one could pickpocket them, as the pockets were hidden, and they wouldn't be found by a simple body check.
  
  
  "Babysit for me, will you?"
  
  
  Zeitha looked up at her as she said those words, trying to see if she was jesting, but the older woman was distracted by something near the door. She finally gave Zeitha a friendly shove, and went towards the door, simply standing there as if waiting for someone.
  
  
  
  
  
  @Aine
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[Aine]

Bale sat up, a little shocked by the sudden voice of The Red Witch. "You know I don't like being called that," Bale took off his crown, placing it onto the table, the edges of the dirty hat rolling around for a moment before settling flat onto the table. He looked back up towards the witch's cold blue eyes. Let's just say, the two of them aren't very close as friends, and it's not due to her personality or anything, it's just that, anytime that Bale has talked to her, something bad would inevitably happen.


His eyes fell back down towards the pouch of gold on the table before he answered Kiri's request, "Well, I re-" he was interrupted by her sudden movement towards the staircase - he sighed as as the witch brought back the Banshee he saw not long ago standing in front of the tavern. Great, he thought sarcastically. She seemed out of place, the banshee that is, perhaps some sort of foreigner. He yawned though the introduction Kiri gave to the both of them, he covered his mouth with his hands as he does so. "Bale, and please, don't call me 'king'." Bale quickly introduced himself to the banshee, then immediately moved his attention back towards The Witch, "I'm going to need some coin though. A few tokens and I'll look after her for as long as you like." he pointed towards the sack of gold tokens as he spoke.


@Redamancy

 

[Redamancy]

• Kiri
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  Kiri looked back as he spoke to her, before breathing out, "Of course, dear pal." With stiff movements, she quickly emptied the day's earnings onto the table, separating thirteen tokens out for him. She pushed the gold toward him, feeling like someone had just punched her in the stomach.
  
  
  It's okay. He doesn't know what he's asking for, the witch thought, remembering her plan for later tonight.
  
  
  If it went according to plan, she could have ten thousand tokens in less than a day. Clenching her teeth, she said coolly, "Just keep her tonight. Walk her home if she wants to go home. I'm sure she won't mind."
  
  
  Yes! She was proud of herself for thinking of that so quickly. If she turned out to be part of the military, they would know by her house.
  
  
  She heard a slurred yell from behind her, and said to them both, "I have to go. If you get bored, you can go to the palace. Or do a quest, make yourself useful."
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Zeitha stood motionless as he spoke, snapping her head toward the witch at "palace."
  
  
  They trespassed in the palace. Often, by her tone.
  
  
  Must be a thing here, she thought sarcastically. The woman left, with the same confident walk as she always possessed.
  
  
  Tugging at her too-big gloves, she looked up silently, having an idea.
  
  
  "Palace," she said softly, almost inaudible, before pushing through the growing crowd. Whether he followed her or not, she would have the same result.
  
  
  Stepping onto the street, she found it to be slightly cooler than what she remembered. The moon was visible, and the sky was like ink. She saw that the streets were almost clear, with just a few people clearing up the stands to go home. A few noticed her, likely because of her age, but didn't pay mind to her. It was dangerous for anyone to be out late, unarmed. But she wasn't. In her back pocket was a small object, which could collapse for travel. It was a gun, and looked intimidatingly large when prepared.
  
  
  Tracing her sharp canines with her tongue, she smirked, looking back at the inn to see if anyone had left since she did, namely Red-Witch or Bale.
  
  
  
  
  
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[KingsPlague]

Kosthos


Earl of Varsik

Ahh yes, the inn. Kosthos had Traveled to the Capital on foot, rather than acting as every noble would on horse and taking whatever they pleased with them. He had become Earl


through a series of...rather fortunate events. He had also not made his arrival known, knowing fully well that he would be expected to head for the palace and stay with the other noble folk. This however suited him more, a tavern that smelt of people, of stories, of... Life! The Earl of Varsik had missed this smell, being stuck in a grimy Castle was such a dull life, no adventure and no people with stories made everything dull. All work and No play made a very bored Warlock.


"ANOTHER MEAD" Kosthos shouted, slamming the metal mug on the table with a clank and an very audible belch to follow. He felt good here, remembering all the merry times he had spent with his fellow farmers and of course flirt with the ladies. Unfortunately those times were soon annulled by his sudden promotion to Earl, well, more the entire Warlock thing. everyone began to fear and/or respect him, so those days were over quick. But here, here he felt right at home, here he could gamble, drink and even get into the occasional brawl if he felt like it. Best of all, No one suspected a thing! He dressed like a simple wanderer, not even his staff would make others guess that he had some sort of magic power, of course people would ask where he came from, and he would always say that he was just here to see the sights before moving on with his voyage across the known world, he found that worked best to keep away unwanted questions.

 

[Zedalith]

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The inn was just in sight now, the monstrous structure towered over everything else that had laid near the outskirts of the capital. The place was busy at all times of day, considering its proximity to the city. The fact that many travelers stayed here over night meant that its peak hours happened when the sun went down. Due to its diverse cast of customers, many people who felt like outsiders in any of the inns of the city had adored this place. So it was not too out of place to see a strange banshee or elf wandering around its premises.


Azel entered the doors of the inn, glancing around at the familiar faces that had greeted him, although some were entirely new. The drunkards had adored this place for its famed alcohols, others had simply enjoyed the atmosphere and the people that so often graced the establishment. The sound of a mug hitting a table met his ears, causing him to shift his attention to its source, but only briefly. The man looked to be a wanderer of sorts, it was obvious that he did not live here. It was not uncommon for there to be foreign visitors, after all.


He pulled a free map that had displayed the capital and the surrounding areas from the shelf of a cabinet, then laid it out on to a vacant table to view. There was a variety of biomes that had surrounded the capital, there was a dense forest, and then a swamp. Silly enough to swamp was famously called, the forest of light, despite the fact that it was completely vacant of it. He pondered, wondering where that military girl had gone off to hide... His ears stayed open and listening, it was not uncommon to overhear on a conversation in a place like this. Sometimes certain bits of information come to you if you are keen enough.

 

[Aine]

Bale smiled delightfully at the sight of gold, he swept them off the edge of the table into his hands then funneled all the pieces into his pouch of stolen gold. "Now you're talking in my language, Witch." he smiled, before turning back towards the white haired banshee, who now seemed to be making an exit, as she walked towards the tavern's doors, pushing them open and walked out of the building. Shocked by her sudden movement, Bale hastily gathered his belongings, stuffing the leather pouch into his pockets and grabbing his crown off of the table before following her into the streets.


"Lady, please, at least tell me where you're going before you do so." his voice was full of haste, though a little sarcastic. He fastened his cloak as he moved out onto the now empty streets, "The streets in The Capital is dangerous, you really shouldn't walk alone." he continued as he tried to catch up to her, "So, where are we heading?" Bale exhaled into his hands, trying to warm himself up.


@Redamancy

 

[Redamancy]

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  She saw the girl wander out, and Bale follow, to her relief. She was slightly concerned that they might get caught, but was quickly distracted by more customers. Kiri drank a shot, her eyes scanning the crowd. She heard a demand somewhere, and brought a chalice of mead to an older man, who she didn't recognize. Not phased by this, she saw Azel over a map, and grinned.
  
  
  "Azel!" She shouted in greeting, trying not to startle him by coming so close so quickly. She closed the distance between them and took a glance at the map. Without looking at it closely, she recognized the area as her home.
  
  
  Her eyes lit up at a conclusion. She looked less confident than usual, and more childlike. Along with many, he was probably looking to go somewhere. Which meant either a quest, or a personal journey. Likely the former. Her mind drifted off for a second, wondering if he had close friends or relatives he might visit occasionally.
  
  
  Her voice was masking excitement as she shifted her weight, "You're going on a project?" Without letting him answer, she said, "I was waiting for you, I just didn't see you come in." She almost said something, but decided against it, appearing slightly embarrassed. "Ah, so, I was going to find the egg tonight. But we can go find the girl, or the Screamer, if you want. I just need money fast." She paused. "Oh, no. I mean, we'd split it. In half." Realizing how incredibly strange she sounded, she brought her hand to her head, wanting to blame it on her lack of sleep.
  
  
  It might have been, she reassured herself.
  
  
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  Zeitha stopped and snapped at him, her voice almost like a dove, "Oooooh no. So spooky." Reluctantly, she said, "I'm visiting the palace."
  
  
  She ran a hand through her light hair, crossing her arms and turning around to start walking again. She, admittedly, had little clothing on her upper half. Finally, she pulled her cape tighter, letting out a sigh from the warmth. Her pace was slightly faster than necessary, she noticed, so she slowed down to a walk. The palace was visible; It always was, from any point of the city streets that she had seen. That wasn't very much.
  
  
  She stayed silent, keeping her eyes on the brick colored buildings surrounding her. She came to the marble steps leading up to it, and took a right down a street that ran along the stone maze. The side of the maze acted like a wall, and she stopped walking, quickly heading towards the stone, and pressing her hand against it to see if it was rough enough to climb.
  
  
  Zeitha turned around, asking, "Do you want to try going this way?"
  
  
  She didn't know the layout of the property well, and was glad she wasn't expected to. Though, she understood that the maze lead to the garden, which was connected to the back entrance. She was explained that in the case of a raid or fire, she was to leave out the back entrance, and go down a tunnel. She didn't know where the tunnel lead, and didn't ask. It was likely just another part of the city.
  
  
  
  
  
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[Four The Magician]

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Nylvaras was watching the sun peacefully as he followed his orders and stood near where the Princess was most of the time, though he remained mostly out of sight so it didn't feel as if she was being followed everywhere like a noble walking through the slums being hounded by the children beggars. Within a few moments the quiet serenity he was enjoying was ended when the Princess left her room and began leaving the castle; it was his job -- protect the Princess -- he thought as he picked up his pace to follow her almost sprint down the stairs and out onto the streets. Nylvaras didn't worry too much about her safety, he assumed no one in this city would really understand, or even recognize, who she was but it didn't stop him from being on his guard while she traveled about the streets. Slipping through the crowds like a snake, people glancing his way a little before shrugging it off, a full set of armor would be strange to see in that setting. Every once and a while he'd have trouble keeping up with her without causing a ruckus by her shortcuts through the hanging meat and all the vendor stands.

Before long he'd find her stop in her tracks to inspect the Inn that had a red lettered sign 'The Red', Nylvaras watched a little bit of his surroundings but more importantly he watched around her, and specifically what she was looking at. Within a few seconds she was darting inside the tavern and he'd close the gap sitting on a bench as he watched in through the window keeping a close eye on her and those around her. More and more people began entering the tavern, which Nylvaras thought fair as it was getting later, this just meant he had to watch the Princess more that usual. Watching the girl push around the Princess made Nylvaras place a hand on his Spear, being ready to rush in and protect was his duty so he was always ready for the worst possible outcome though nothing serious ever came to the dragging, just the woman fixing where the Princess stood.

After a tiny bit of time had passed he quickly stood up and moved into the shadows to remain unseen from the Princess and the strange man chasing out after her, a hand laid resting over his shoulder ready to bare his spear as per usual though he just stepped in the shadows of the street following the two as they neared the Palace which he thought was weird but just shrugged it off as a late night visitor the Princess chose to bring home. As the two neared the Palace he thought it weird she wasn't just walking in the normal way, but instead choosing to take a side way as if she was planning on sneaking in, of course none of this being Nylvaras' concern either than that the man following could try to kidnap her, that is if she had any idea who she was. The Knight would just wait around the corner from where they were waiting for something or other to happen.

 

[Zedalith]

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Azel turned his head curiously at the mention of his name, offering a simple smile when he recognized the voice. "Kiri." He greeted her simply. Something seemed different about her at that moment, though he could not quite put his finger on it. His smile lit up further at the mention of a quest, he turned back to face the map he was previously studying. "I was going to go on a quest tonight, though I couldn't decide which. I overheard some information about that missing girl while out on delivery..." He answered, his eyes still scanning the map. Kiri looked like she was especially eager to earn money, that combined with the clearly masked excitement in her voice made him curious.


"Are you in trouble with loan-sharks? Or do you just want to make your pockets heavier?" He asked jokingly. While he was more interested in the missing girl than the dragon egg, a trip to the forest of light wouldn't be a bad thing. The screamer must've been new, he hadn't heard about it yet and did not want to delve in to anything without prior information. The forest of light sounded more promising, he thought. Azel could afford to stock up on some herbs or materials for brewing new potions on the way there. He scanned over the map with his index finger, and hovered it over the location of the forest of light, giving it a tap.


"To the forest of light then, let's hope ol' stumpy isn't nocturnal." He intoned. Azel hoped to study the biology of the dragon egg, something like that was incredibly rare. The missing girl could wait, it would be unwise to leave something so valuable in a place filled with danger. There was also the matter of giving the poor trader a proper burial, assuming stumpy left enough parts of him to bury.


@Redamancy

 

[Redamancy]

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  Nyx leaned back on the old log, which had grown soft over time. Out of all the countries she had been to, Ren remained her favorite. There was only one place she could find innocent people living alongside the deadly ones like there wasn't a thing wrong with the world.
  
  
  She reached towards Neikon for comfort. She felt his scales, and stopped, before resting her hand on his snout.
  
  
  They made her feel safe.
  
  
  Surrounding her were three of the legendary beasts. Her number of them was usually exaggerated in rumors, to make her seem more frightening. She was simply something to watch out for at night.
  
  
  Like most large things, it took a long time for them to reach maturity. One wasn't nearly as impressive as they were said to be, no longer than six feet including the tail, while one was almost the size of an average school bus. The third was almost exactly between the two sizes, which made her around six hundred years old.
  
  
  She usually didn't need their company, but Stumpy was said to be very unhappy with visitors. Nyx closed her eyes, remembering the description the trader gave her.
  
  
  "He was real big, yeah." The older man sniffled as he spoke.
  
  
  "Is that so?" People in this place didn't recognize her, unfortunately. And she thought her pretty scar was so famous. This was a very sad day. How boring.
  
  
  "Yeah. Like, real real big. Taller than a house."
  
  
  Her eyes widened. "I don't know what kind of house you live in." Her voice was of disbelief, though she just wanted more details.
  
  
  "No! He was. He's got this moss and mud all over himself. Stumpy's like a giant skeleton, you know? He's just covered in mud and rock and moss. He doesn't really have a face. He was sleeping in the swamp, and looked like any old bump in the road. I thought it was a boulder, because it didn't make much sense any other way, you know? Then he stood up when I leaned on 'im, and he's got these giant digging claws. He sounded like a damn drum, his noise was so deep. It was like a roar, you know? So I hauled ass back, and he just sat back down. I was too fast for him. See, I went back and told everyone, but they didn't trust me. I mean, I was even covered in mud. I drew a picture of him and they laughed at me." His eyes shone as he asked, "I can sell it to you. You look well off."
  
  
  She'd heard enough, and unclipped a dagger from her belt. He looked interested, instead of scared, as if he expected she wanted to trade it. Nyx held it between two fingers and threw it towards his forehead, not unlike a paper airplane.
  
  
  
  
  
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  It had lodged in his eye, and she unclipped another blade patiently, cutting the soft flesh of his neck. She kicked him down and rolled him over so he would bleed out faster. Meanwhile, she looked through his bag. There was nothing.
  
  
  Until this point, all was silent in the post. Someone whimpered, and the owner charged towards her, a sword in hand.
  
  
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[Allibi]

Alyssa Fuere Virgol Elrolim Ren

The lights from the windows of the inn illuminated the streets. Yellow stains, either beer, or rain, or otherwise can be seen around the old walls of the inn thanks to it. It was three stories in height, though pale in comparison to the palace, this place would belong to The Reds. It is an eye opening experience for her, as she stood outside of the inn for a few seconds, looking at it.


Rumours has it that The Reds aren't fond of the royals or the nobles. Something she tried quite hard to suppress inside her. But it will be most unlikely that she would be recognised, nor even noticed. Her frail physique prevented her from attending royal ceremonies, or even going out to the public much. As the saying goes, the less you see, the less you'll remember. Doubting that her identity will be discovered, she motioned her steps towards the door.


The noises from the inn has seeped through into the quiet streets. She could hear distinct grunts and laughter even before she opened the door to step inside. And once in, she found herself rather helpless, unknown to the culture of the place. The servant girl was the quickest to take the lead, as she tucked her sleeve, and guided her to one of the newly emptied smaller round table. Seating herself down, she stared blankly onto the small table, that is littered with stacks of plate, food bits, bones, spilled mead, water marks and all the sorts of dirtiness.


The servant girl however, raised her hand haul the waitress, in hopes of getting some titbits out for her princess, and also some drinks, or mead, to make them look less conspicuous from the crowd. They would also need the table cleared and cleaned too, if the waitress was kind enough to do that.And while the servant girl and Allyssa waited for the waitress to arrive, she looked around the place, trying to distract her thoughts from the unsanitary looks of the table in front of her. She spotted a few distinct figures and quickly classified them in her thoughts. There is a older man that seemed foreign to the land a few tables away from her. A lady and a man is at one side checking out a map of the area.


@DJ Bubblebead @KingsPlague @whoeverinTheRed

 

[KingsPlague]

Kosthos


Earl of Varsik

As the mead arrived Kosthos grinned like a child, thanking the Bar Maiden and handing her the proper amount, he took three long swigs from it before putting it down and wiping his mouth with his sleeve, He then noticed that she had not moved all too far from his own table and was discussing something, he could only make out the occasional word through the noise of the tavern "Dragon egg" "Stumpy" "Missing Girl" This all sounded like some sort of adventure to go on, and while he had nothing to do as the Masque he was invited to was being held the next evening he could take part in some adventuring, He watched as she left the tavern and took another swig from his mug.


The Warlock got up and moved to the table where the Bar Maiden was talking to what he assumed was her friend a moment ago "Very sorry, But I couldn't help but over hear the two of you talk a moment ago about some sort of quests. Now I may not look the part, but I am quite the adventurous gent myself. I wish to offer my assistance in your small tasks with little pay, I prefer to do it for the fun of it." he said with a smile, his eyes trying to decipher what was on the paper and what he was planning so if declined he could at least follow for some harmless fun.


@DJ Bubblebead

 

[Aine]

The palace? Bale's eyes lit up with a tiny bit of anger, though he did try to not let it show - no matter how frustrated he was at the lack of answers about his friend's death. One day, he'll get his revenge, one day. His eyes darted up and down of the castle which loomed over the entirety of the city, feeling a slight lack of privacy; from almost every spot in town, one would be able to see the castle, and that, of course, means that anyone within the castle can see every person within town. Why would she just visit the Palace, he thought, rubbing his chin in deep thought.


For the most part, the walk was empty and full of silence - only interrupted by the occasional howls of the wind blowing through the small cracks and alleyways of houses of buildings. Bale did find himself wondering about the girl, what was she, and why did she want to go to the palace? She wasn't nobility or, at least, he didn't think she was. All he could do now was follow; as much as he hates entering the palace, he was given a job to look after the banshee, even if she was strong enough to take care of herself. In his mind, Bale was there only to watch over, and not to protect.


"Your guess is as good as mine's," he said with a slight twist in his voice, shrugging his shoulders towards the white haired banshee. His overall knowledge of the palace's layouts are almost entirely based upon stories he would hear from others in the guild. He continued after a brief pause, curious of her intentions at the palace, "Say, why would you need to visit the palace this late in the night?"


@Redamancy

 

[Redamancy]

Zeitha pretended not to hear him, and took off her boots first, and then her gloves. Dropping them down haphazardly, she grabbed on to a piece of stone that jutted out, and lifted herself up, finding footholds as she went. Finally she reached the top of the wall, and stood up, her eyes falling to the street. She thought she saw something and shivered.


But there was nothing. They were alone.


She took a step back to give him room, her foot connecting with a vine of ivy. She let out a cry of surprise as she was sent backwards. Her hand reached out and she caught the edge of the stone wall. She looked down at the ground, about a six foot drop. Not wanting Bale to have to come help her, she tried to get up on her own. After trying to swing herself up, she let go, crouching slightly to absorb the shock. Her eyes widened as her pupils dilated.


It was dark.


Whatever light there had been didn't reach between the walls. Her heart pounded as she imagined what traps there could be. Dogs, maybe.


She tried to adjust to the light, and called over, "Er- Bale!" It came out sounding almost like a question. "You can climb up."


By all means. Feel free.


@Aine @Four The Magician