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[Allibi]

Alyssa Fuere Virgol Elrolim Ren

The inn is beaming with life. Noises overlapping each other made eavesdropping over conversations quite difficult. But she wasn't too surprised at the matter. What she was taken back, was the hygiene in the area. The bar maid that cleaned the table either wasn't really good in making the table clean, or she didn't cared. There are still food chunk in between the wooden gaps of the round table after she left.


She steeled herself together not to think about it. And instead she decided to observe one particular older gentleman that have risen from his seat. He seemed peculiar enough to attract her interest. For one, he doesn't seemed to be a local around here. And maybe she might be right again, is that the old man is not a human. Using deductive reasoning, he might have been a warlock. She have no interested to get to know others today though. For today, her sole purpose is here to check upon the request board of the guild.


"Go and take a look at the notice board, and tell me about the notices." She spoke to the servant girl softly, as Allyssa watched her nod in response, and left for the notice board.


The bar maid arrived with their titbits and drinks in the mean time, making her shifting her gaze back onto the food on the table. Watching the servant girl paying the food reminded her of her status. Mentally noting that she would pay back the girl later, she held the mug with both of her hands, uncommon to the people here, and brought it to her lips. The taste of mead, was new to her, but she preferred wine than it. It wasn't hard to swallow the semi golden liquid, but she was raised a princess, and taking it little sips at a time, seemed much more of her upbringing.


Putting the mug of mead down gently on the table, she reached into her pockets to retrieve a folded square paper sachet. Opening it reveals several black marble like beads, and these are her medication that she would need to take to boost her heart. Picking up one of the beads, she placed it in her mouth and downed it with a sip of mead. Closing the sachet with the remaining beads, she stuffed them back into her pocket again.


"M'lady, there are two requests still on the board. One of it was the dragon egg, and the other is about Emilie."


The servant girl returned and replied to her, before picking up her mead and downing it like the usual people around the inn, large gulps, and rough. Allyssa contemplated her thoughts in the mean time. She knew the request for Emilie's search was because she personally asked her father to issue it. The noble family, seemed disinterested in doing anything about it. And as Emilie was somewhat a niece to her, in a long relations way, she often spend time with her in the palace. The dragon egg seemed to be a recent one, probably posted only a day old, as her servant did not inform her about, when she asked about 2 days ago.


Seeing is believing, she believed, and seeing this meant that she could trust the information chain from her servants and spies. Feeling her mission accomplished, all she have to do now is to finish her mead, the titbits, and then head back home.

 

[Zedalith]

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Two eyes studied the poster with intrigue... The women already had several dragons under her wing already, and they were even tamed. The mission might be even more difficult than he had initially believed. It could be problematic if they ran in to both stumpy and this women before getting any time to recover. Or there was the possibility that she took care of stumpy herself and the egg is long gone... He reached a hand out and grabbed the map, crumpling it in to a ball and stuffing it in to a vacant pocket. It was a just in case sort of thing, the forest of light had many twist and turns, anything was possible.


Azel was about to join his companion when he matched eyes with the wanderer he noticed earlier and the stranger was heading his way... He listened to the mans request, thinking for a moment. The man was right, he did not look the part of an adventurer, but looks were often deceiving. "Alright, if you insist. Come back alive and I'll get you a few free rounds of mead. Don't slow us down, I'll have no qualms using you as fodder if you are incompetent. " Azel warned.


He would have preferred to take king along, since Azel already knew his capabilities well. But, his intuition told him that another hand would be needed in this brief journey, and that the traveler was not what he seemed. The alchemist stepped towards the doors, exciting the inn and stepped in to the gentle cold of the night. He walked over to the red witch, standing beside her now. "Sorry, that took me so long. May have picked up on some extra weight." He said referring to the man he had encountered in the inn.


Azel leaned forward and whispered, before the man could set a foot out of the inn. "If I feel he is a liability, we'll leave him behind before we get too far." He murmured. He was good at prying information out of strangers. Azel was able to decipher who was useful and who was not in a few moments.


@Redamancy


@KingsPlague

 

[KingsPlague]

Kosthos


Earl of Varsik

The answer from the young adventurer came rather quick, and Kosthos understood that despite the invitation he would not be treated to anything, he would have to pull his weight on a mission like this, and this was exactly the type of challenge he had been hoping for. Unfortunately he would have to finish his ale on the spot as his travel companion was already out the door, he sighed slightly and looked down at the sweet golden brew "Welp, guess this one will be my last for tonight, Bo'ems up" And with that he downed his drink, leaving the mug on the table and heading for the door, making sure to stop by the guild board where he tore the request for their mission down and stuffed it messily into one of his pouches, before he finally exited the tavern.


The young lad he had met only moments ago seemed to be waiting with the young lady who had served him his mead earlier, he approached them and leaned against his staff slightly "I do believe I have everything I need with me, If the two of you are ready we may depart." the warlock said with a grin, this would indeed be a fun adventure, as long as whatever they were to fight would not go down easy.


@DJ Bubblebead

 

[Aine]

Bale stood in total astonishment at the situation, for a moment, he was literally lost at what she was doing. He retreated back to a safe distance to watch her climb up the palace's walls. What is she up to now? It has only been a few hours, if not, just a handful of minutes since they've met, and she's now trying to sneak into the palace? As much as he hated the king, this type of unplanned, compulsive crime really wasn't what Bale was looking as a means of Justice, in fact, it would only serve as a hindrance; it would just simply harm his reputation to the nobles, if he ever decides to infiltrate them later on.


Bale watched as the banshee stumbled on top of the wall which she had just climbed, and from where he was watching, it seemed like she lost her footing on the wall, which sent her tumbling onto the other side. Bale braced for the sound of impact, half expecting to hear a loud thudding sound as she crashed onto the floor the the palace's garden. Though, after a lengthy pause, only the slight ruffling of grass could be heard followed by a call of his name.


"You alright? That was a pretty big fall." Bale shouted over the wall; he tried to be as quiet as possible while still allowing the Banshee to hear him - alerting the guards now would definitely class him as an accomplice, "You kinda, y'know, left your shoes on the other side." Bale looked towards the pair of boots which were hastily and carelessly thrown onto the floor with a pair of gloves lying besides it, "and your gloves, I'm sure that's pretty costly."


@Redamancy

 

[Redamancy]

Kiri cheerfully turned around to face him. Each word was like a quick stab with a shard of ice. Someone was coming with them.


From the tavern door came a familiar face, and she instantly questioned every wisp of his hair, every mark in his clothing. Azel had put her into a suspicious mood, she reasoned.


But still, she didn't recognize him. And she knew everyone. Feeling the need to greet him like she might a normal person, Kiri ducked her head for a moment, before saying, "I'm Kiri Kuro." After a moment of silence, she glanced over at Azel for less than a second.


The lady began walking down the stone path between buildings. She reached back to her bow as if to grab an arrow, but dropped her arm, comforted at the knowledge that it was still there and secure.


Her bow wasn't the most powerful asset she had, but she had gotten so used to hunting with it.


She was hunting, wasn't she? That sounded so easy.


The witch slowed down as the street lights stopped just before the line of trees. There weren't many houses over here, as few wanted to be close to the forest. If there wasn't danger of Stumpy stepping out of his territory, they would certainly hear unwanted noises from the swamp.


Kiri herself didn't know very much about the creature, just that it was a Green Fog Giant. They were created by warlocks- people like her -to be used as protection. To her knowledge, the giant wasn't guarding anything. Her heart jumped at the thought that he might have been keeping something safe, a valuable. Unsure if Azel knew about the stories surrounding the thing, she came to a stop and turned around, waiting so she could walk beside him, if nothing else then to pass the time.

 

[Redamancy]

(@DJ Bubblebead @KingsPlague )

 

[lazytowns]

BARONESS GREVALUR

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She's scarce inches from freedom now, two wide doe-like eyes locking onto the door of her father's office with determination. This room was the perfect escape route. In the long days she had spent in Ren only one person had set foot within it, and that person was herself. In that time she had mapped it out within her mind; the door, though adorned with intricate carvings depicting a heroic battle, gives way to a confined space filled by nothing more than bland furnishing and a large window. To say 'large' is an understatement— the thing is colossal, taking up two thirds of the bare wall that greets you when you step foot into the room. It stands out as the main feature of the space amidst it's variety of two recliners, an untarnished desk and the dust gathering atop of it. There's a strange lack of embellishment within the office, something that sets the room aside from the rest of the manor. No abstract paintings, no silken frills, no statues of naked people— even more concerning than the dangerous absence of decorum is the lack of officework. Papers, documents, letters, that type. There were no drawers and no cabinets for them to be stashed in inside of the office, only an eerie vibe of tension that would creep up Faierine's spine, rest upon her shoulders and wrap around Faierine's neck every time she dare tread within the room.


Father is notorious for being inept at the role he was born into. It's only natural that there are no signs of work.


She's carried away by thought, eyelids shuttering at the door.


It's nothing strange.





Any trace of suspicion leaves her body with the hushed sigh that passes through her nostrils. The girl begins to tip-toe towards the room, one poised stride following another. Left foot, right foot. She's three steps from the door. Then two. And then, she's halted in her track.


Muffled voices can be heard from behind the door. Low, angry voices that spit strained words back and forth but maintain their quiet tone. The girl is quicker to eavesdrop than she is to act. Rich. Reward. Won't begin, payment, weight in gold, thirteen. Witch, full blooded. Emilie. Scarce few terms seem to fly under the thin slit beneath the door. The remainder of the conversation is inaudible, reaching her ears in the form of harsh whispers instead of words. Her attention remains trained upon the conversation but her eyes search for a better spot to listen from and lock onto the answer. Two status guard the entrance to the room, both of which are large enough to hide the small frame of a seventeen year old girl. She sucks in a sharp lungful of air, rolls her shoulders and takes one graceful leap puts herself two strides closer to the door— and knocks the sculpture that guards it.


It rocks back and forth momentarily, several hundred pounds of pure, polished stone rapping against the floor. There's a tense beat of silence and then the conversation within the room freezes. Faierine freezes. The statue, however, does not. Two nimble hands scramble over the sculpture and attempt to hold it in place. It's not an easy task with the awkward stance she's in; crouching, on her toes, trapped between several hundred pounds of premium limestone hand-carved from cliff faces of Ren and a wall.


By the time that it has stopped swaying and Faireine learns how to breathe again the damage is done. Heavy footsteps can be heard tracking towards the door.

 

[Redamancy]

Zeitha stayed silent. It occurred to her what she could do out of his sight. Such as scream bloody murder or say that she saw a pair of large dogs approaching at full speed. She smirked, her smile fading quickly. She pressed her hand to the wall for balance, bringing her other hand to her headdress. The girl took it off, switching it to cover her left eye.


When she focused, she took a few steps back, always startled by how magnified everything appeared. Not only that, but it wasn't difficult to see around the ground; As easily as if it were day. She knew what she looked like, her bright pink eye glowing, as something inhuman pulsed along with her own heartbeat. Her forehead was flawed with a small horn in the center, which was carefully hidden every time she used the eye patch.


Zei's eyes shot towards the wall, where she saw the patch of vines that she had tripped over. After a pause, she grabbed them tightly and put some of her weight on them, carefully climbing up to the edge of the stone wall. She swung her leg over and stood up, walking towards the side where Bale waited. She made eye contact with him, meaning for her ghastly appearance to... do something. She wasn't entirely sure what she wanted him to think. He might fear her, or give her more respect. Still, as she stared at him, she didn't feel proud or satisfied. His features looked so close that she had to look away after a moment.


Finally, she blurted out, "They do cost quite a bit." After a second, she added, "But I have more." Only then did she think of paying him to go back to the pub. She didn't have that kind of money off hand, but if he agreed...


"I have more than the witch." She tried to let him on to her idea without saying it directly. That way she could blame him for jumping to conclusions if he guessed, and didn't like her idea.


With that, Zeitha carefully jumped down, her bare feet noiseless. She put on her boots and gloves, looking at her surroundings, which she could clearly in the semi-darkness.


@Aine @Four The Magician

 

[Four The Magician]

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Nylvaras continued to watch from the shadows around the corner, watching as the princess tried to show off by climbing a wall; a strange way to get into the palace considering she was royalty and would be able to easily skip through the front, or any door really. Once she reached the top Nylvaras' jaw dropped for a moment, which didn't happen too often, as the princess began to fall backwards into the dark part of the unknown. In a split second the Knight used his speed to climb up the wall and then quickly descend onto the other side, making almost no noise except for a small stone getting kicked out of the way as he shifted his stance. Nylvaras was ready to dash forwards towards the princess incase she needed his aid, which his method of help would have been placing his cold plate glove, that covered his small claws, over her mouth and pulling her back away from the wall in the darkness and back over onto the streets without alerting the other gentleman she was with; of course it wouldn't have been the best plan but a plan nonetheless.


After a few moments of his decision the princess did her thing and found her way, Nylvaras not sure if he's relieved or not as now he has to watch more, jumped back over the wall and into his spot where he once stood though he was sure the princess would see him while she had her eyepatch moved. (sorry wrote on my phone on break)

 

[Allibi]

Alyssa Fuere Virgol Elrolim Ren

The mead took longer to finish. Maybe because she took sips, or maybe it was the alcohol that have kicked in. She could feel her heart quicken, which is a good thing, but her mind went slightly tipsy, which is not a good thing. One mug was all she took to feel tipsy.


Is her tolerance that bad ?


She thought about it. Before she looked back onto the servant girl, three mugs down and she just seemed much happier, alot happier. Maybe being a little tipsy brings happiness. That's what she thought. A silly smile crept up her face, before her seriously shuts it down again. Its the alcohol's fault. She could feel her cheeks warmed up from the mead, and it would certainly be a little red, just like the time she took alot wine in the castle. Shaking that face of embarrassment from her thoughts, she proceeded to stand. She needs to leave before either of them are unable to.Steadying herself by the chair, she waited the servant girl to get the cue to leave. She was too happy to see it of course, and instead waved goodbye to her. Too tipsy to be ladylike, she chose not to speak, the night is getting deeper, and she needs to leave now, before the real evil comes.


The cold night air didn't felt cooler than before, even though the inside of the inn was plenty warm. Maybe it was the alcohol, again. She supported herself over the walls of the inn, and never knew walking straight can be so hard. And now she knew what are the yellow stains upon the walls of the inn are. Yep, they're definitely that.


Some exercise could get the alcohol out, they said. Yea, like if she can exercise without falling unconscious and literally being near death's door.


Pulling the hood over her head, she slowly steadied herself. The streets are already empty as of now, as the electric street lights illuminated around it, casting circles of light, in the near darkness. She felt light footed as she walk, barely able to control her limbs at much will, and simply just aimed herself onto the lamp stand. Slamming herself onto it felt nothing, as though the everything was numb to start of with. And she continued on, from one lamp post, to the next, and next. This is certainly not the way they came from, but she knew, that as long as she kept heading towards the palace that is in view, she would reach it, eventually.


@Whoever's outside

 

[Redamancy]

Her eyes fell on a figure, and she wasn't at all alarmed, though a bit annoyed.


The banshee looked towards him and bit her lip, winking with a grin. She straightened her cape, feeling a bit more comfortable. Bale couldn't hurt her, no matter what.


She explored that thought for a moment. He might have been a human. Either way, she didn't have an advantage. Zeitha almost laughed at that. She was sizing him up. You know, just in case he wanted to duke it out.


With this thought, she gave the Red a look that was between malevolence and indifference, before saying softly, "I have a prettier crown."


Her eyes darted back towards the noble, and she said to Bale, without looking at him, "I guess you know where I live now." She turned back towards him, her lips curving into a masochistic smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "'Been a pleasure." For the last time, she looked back to the man in armor, before heading up down the street and the marble steps, almost at a run.


Upon getting to the top, the guards seemed alarmed to see her running, and quickly opened the two doors, gripping the handle of their weapons.


As she passed them, she said, "There's a guard. Ah- Wait for him before closing the doors. Don't let any strangers by... please." She trotted down the hall to her room, and someone moved in front of her like a wall.


"Dad." She said without thinking, taking in his height.


"We had dinner without you," His voice was soft, but that didn't make it kind.


Her father was tall, to most standards. He was seven hundred years old... or something. Banshees didn't just die naturally, and remained ageless until dying from injury or illness.


The two had a resemblance, but it didn't go any farther than skin and hair color.


"Oh. That's fine. I ate already." Lie. "I went to a little restaurant close by." Lie. "But don't worry. I came straight back." Lie. "So I wasn't in any danger." Big lie.


He visibly doubted her. After a moment he drew a breath and said, "Stay in the rest of tonight. And find something to wear for tomorrow, really. Your mother has some wigs for you, and jewelry, I'm sure." After a moment of tension, he strode out of the room.


She could never possess that kind of grace.


@Aine @Four The Magician

 

[Four The Magician]

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Nylvaras shook his head at the Princess, yes he was nearby if anything did happen but that didn't make her invulnerable, glaring beneath his helmet though changing that as she began to run off towards the palace. The Knight waited for her to get mostly to the palace before he'd start to leave, mainly just to make sure that the man she was with didn't try anything against her, though it'd be rather silly with how menacing Nylvaras looked, towering tall above everyone else looking like a faceless wall. With his movement to leave Nylvaras flipped his hood up to cover more of his armor and taking a step out he'd bump straight into Princess Alyssa, which for a Knight was a huge mistake as he obviously wasn't paying attention. "Watch where you're going citi-" Nylvaras cut himself off mid sentence realizing just who he ran into, quickly dropping to a knee bowing his head and removing his hood. "I apologize Princess, I should have watched where I was going."

With his statement finished the Knight quickly rose, looking all around himself and looking back to the Princess wondering just what she was doing out, then again it seemed like a pattern having Princess' out all hours of the night. Nylvaras looked around once more, wondering where her servants or escort would be at, then looking back once again to the Princess. "I will walk you back, it isn't that much further now." Flipping his hood back up again he outstretched his arm for the girl to latch onto for a steady walk back to the palace, that should make it easier, and faster, for the intoxicated girl.

@Redamancy @Aine @Allibi
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[Aine]

Bale took a deep sigh of relief as he watched the banshee make her way towards the castle door. Just do that in the first place, why are you even trying to sneak in? He was a little annoyed, though he wondered what she meant by a better crown, as he knew that she wasn't a princess in this country. Visiting royalty? His minds wondered at the possibilities, only to come to the realization that they were probably as corrupt as the royalty within this country. He took a step back from the wall, turning around in preparation to head back toward the tavern, not wanting to trigger anyone that might be guarding the banshee's safety; if she indeed was a noble, there must be a guard or knight of some sort watching her from a distance. It would only be foolish to let a noble run around alone at this time of night.


Slowly, Bale began to stumble back towards the tavern, a little regretful about only bringing a small cloak with him as the night got colder and colder, almost chilling him to the bones. He overheard a conversation from a near by alley, barely being able to make out a couple of words, "Princes... walk...", the rest of the man's words were muffled or inaudible. Curious, he took a step closer, trying to not make a sound.


@Four The Magician @Allibi

 

[Allibi]

Alyssa Fuere Virgol Elrolim Ren

Apparently just colliding with lampposts was a bad idea. As the body rocked back and forth from the shock, so does her stomach trying to tell her its opinion. The palace was closer than ever, but she could not take it anymore. The bushes in the darkness, would be a great place to unleash the contents of her stomach onto. She didn't really look into the detail that much, but she decided to sway and rock herself to the wall that laid between some bushes, and the alley. She was looking sideways when her body felt the impact.


And then wall rose....and spoke...


Was she really that drunk ?


She retreated a few steps unsteadily, just went she thought she have made herself steady by the wall. The place was dark, and she couldn't tell if the ''wall'' in front of her was a person or not. Reaching her right to her face, she pulled the hood down furthermore. And then she lost her balance again, slumping herself onto the wall.


The wall felt cold, like steel, and its segmented somewhat...funny wall...





She felt like responding to this funny wall, and she opened her mouth to respond, but what came out of it, wasn't her voice.


A dull yellow, chunky liquid spewed onto the wall. Only her right hand resting onto it, the splash of the puke did not get onto her commoners garments. The puke had a horrendous acidic smell to it. She stopped herself, for just a second, just enough for a mouthful of it to land on the ''steel wall'', before she faced downwards, and let the rest of it go. The bottom of the ''wall'' and the grass next to it seemed to absorbed the mess in a less than messier pile.


It was dark, and she couldn't see much more than the shine of her puke under the weak light from afar. But after the release, she felt relief. Reaching into her pocket, she took out her handkerchief, and touched it lightly around her lips. Her ladyness slowly returned, before she straightened herself. Realising now the wall is a figure came as a mild shock to her. She have insulted a stranger while she is intoxicated.


"I-I'm..."


Using her handkerchief, she wiped the spew on the armor of that man, and then pressed the handkerchief into one of his hands.


"Sorry !"


She quickly muttered, and turned, and in quick steps left and crossed the bridge that would lead to the palace.

 

[KingsPlague]

Kosthos


Earl of Varsik

Kosthos gave a slight nod of acknowledgement "Pleased to meet you, I am Kosthos of Varsik. I thank you for allowing me to join you in this adventure, and I hope to repay the both of you for this experience" he said, his face remaining rather emotionless as he followed the young lady, observing the rather interesting bow she had with her, something like that would be an imediate target for bandits, unlike his staff which anyone would just see as a simple walking stick, and it would act as such to all those who didn't know better.


The Warlock followed Kiri in silence, his staff giving a light 'tock' with every step, he took out the note he had taken from the guild board before he left and began reading it as he walked, It seemed that a traveling merchant had lost his way and met the misfortune of meeting a being known as stumpy...what in the name of the gods is stumpy? "Lady Kuro, Might I ask what the creature known as Stumpy is? I'm afraid that me being new here would mean that many of the tales here are strange to me." he asked, quickening his pace so he would now walk beside her.


@DJ Bubblebead

 

[Zedalith]

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Azel was perceptive enough to recognize the hurt that came with his words. It was unsurprisingly, there was a certain pride that was served as an accessory to being part of the red. They rarely hired outsiders, and when they did it was one of the groups of mercenaries whom have served them for years now, trusted people. Azel would have to make it up to her... probably with his coin, he dreaded...


He walked alongside the red witch and the stranger for awhile now, now outside of the boundaries of the city and in to the wilderness. The trio did not enter the forest of light quite yet, but man-built structures were mostly out of sight. The area surrounding the forest of light had quite a bit of vegetation. Some smaller trees and plants, the area would seem a lot more like a swamp whilst you delved deeper in to it. "Stumpy? Some say he's as big as a fortress and that each step he takes moves the world itself..." He spoke. It was hard not to imagine that the stories were greatly exaggerated as tales in this land always are.


@Redamancy


@KingsPlague

 

[Redamancy]

Kiri turned her head, quickly trying to recall his words. "Very sorry, But I couldn't help but over hear the two of you talk a moment ago about some sort of quests..." So he didn't hear everything, then. And she didn't exactly describe it. Everyone knew about it here.


So he definitely wasn't from around here. She didn't even notice an accent. Perfect. Azazel spoke and she nearly had a heart attack.


"Azazel! Stop trying to scare the poor man, really. Ah, he's kind of scary looking. Stands at around two feet. He has a thin tuft of hair on his head. He has a limp, but can still go faster than a human. He has two front teeth, about the size of a thumbnail." She realized that he didn't ask a thing. He knew nothing about that. Adding another strike to 'way creepy,' she thought. She could literally tell him anything.


She shifted on the stone path, going on, "He has a tail, for balance. They call him Stumpy because it was cut offf when a traveler was hunting. He's not terribly dangerous, but he's really quick. You should leave some of your things here- at the very least the staff and belt. It'll slow you down. I mean, not that you're very fast, but it's not the best idea to carry them. He might even steal it. That's how he got our dragon egg. Once we capture it, we have to torture it until he tells us where the egg is." She looked at Azel, hoping he didn't think she was losing her mind. "Or tickle it. They hate to be tickled." No turning back. At this point, she either hoped he left his weapons, or didn't go at all. In reality, the quest she made up was something she would send children to do.


"Anyway, if there is something to be scared of," she paused, reaching back again to tap her bow, "I'll hunt it down. I'm a witch, as well, so there's not much that can take me down." Except the Screamer, she thought in hindsight.


@DJ Bubblebead

 

[KingsPlague]

Kosthos


Earl of Varsik

Kosthos listened to the description, trying to make a mental image of the beast that they would soon face "Quite an interesting description. I actually believe that I prefer the 'Ground quaking under his feet' stories. They always have a certain flair. I find it seems strange that such an odd creature were to exist. What I find even more strange is this...Forest of Light as you call it, By the gods who named this place" he said looking into the swamp. as he was asked to remove his belt and leave his staff he frowned slightly "I appreciate the suggestion, However I would prefer to keep them with me. It's not much I have to lose anyways." he said with a smile, his smile only broadening as she said she was a witch Well my dear, Aren't we in for an interesting evening He thought to himself as he looked deeper into the forest.


He could feel that the other two did not trust him in the least bit, nor did he think they would need his help, and to be honest, they probably didn't. But he needed to get out of the town. Being a Warlock meant that he had to pay certain tributes to keep his power from overwhelming him, and the wildlife he had encountered on the way had much to weak souls for them to feast his appetite, he hoped that this creature would sate his hunger so that he could once again forget what he was and what terrible powers he had.


@DJ Bubblebead

 

[Four The Magician]

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Nylvaras watched in shock as the Princess threw up all over him, it may have been the one time since he became a knight where he wasn't sure what to do. Though his shock didn't stop there, no, the Princess then proceeded to attempt a cleanup but only ended up spreading and smudging his custom armor and then rubbed it in a little bit more by shoving a puke covered handkerchief into his hand which he instinctively grabbed so he didn't show dishonor to her, the mess spreading out from his enclosed hand; it really was just a bad situation overall. The Knight managed to stay calm once he overcame his shock, though before he was able to put a hand on the Princess' shoulder to help her to the palace, she took off running, thinking aloud he stated rather clearly "I'm disposing of this armor once I'm back, what kind of country is this."

Nylvaras looked around for a moment before attempting to use the handkerchief to wipe more off before just giving up and walked at a slow pace towards the palace, the situation really getting to him. As the Knight proceeded up the steps he peered at the guards shaking his head a little bit as they allowed him to through the door while peering back in curiosity and then quickly disgust, obviously thinking he'd spent the night out at a tavern drinking. Once Nylvaras stepped through the doors the guards shut them abruptly, probably still cautious of Princess Zei running through with haste earlier. Making his way down the hallway he stumbled upon the kitchen where he proceeded to wash his gloved hand and the handkerchief thoroughly then heading back to his room, but not before leaving his armor outside of his room for the morning when his plan was to throw it away, though he kept the handkerchief planning on returning it to the Princess.​

 

[Allibi]

Alyssa Fuere Virgol Elrolim Ren

She shuts the door behind her quietly, before putting her back on the door. The room was dark, and aside from less than a handful of servants, no one have seen her entering into her room on the return trip. She was less tipsy now for sure. She wasn't completely sober now either. Sitting herself down, she leaned her back against the door.


She could feel the cold marble underneath her, contrast to the slightly burning body of hers. A few moments was all it took for her eyes to adjust to the low light levels of the room. Her room wasn't that dark, as the curtains to the balcony was drawn aside, and the light from the night sky have trickled through the glass panels into the room. Her bright blue eyes sluggishly moved across the room, from the bed to the large dressing table at one end.


Her thoughts however, remained clouded. There were too many firsts tonight. For starters, this is the first time she was able to leave the castle and venture far, with only one companion, and also that her heart was well enough for her to at east reach there in a leisurely place. It must have been a miracle that she is able to go that far without collapsing. As her past years she have attempted so, and there were quite a number of times that she just couldn't do it. The sensation of being at the brink of death, of only hearing your very slow heartbeat, and having no strength in even twitching your fingers. That was the common thing. There are times when her womanly cycle comes, that she couldn't even leave the confines of the palace, sometimes even her room.


Silently thanking the forces that is at work tonight. She decided to check her heart once more. It has definitely slowed down now, although still a faster paced than her norm. Her thoughts resumed back onto the night. The mission, the mead, the unhygienic table...


And then there was that man...





@Four The Magician

 

[Redamancy]

• Kiri
• Zeitha

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  Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she said, her voice insincere, "I think I'm getting tired. Let's do this later, shall we?" Without waiting for an answer, she sent an apologetic glance at Azel, before retreating back to the front of the tavern, and hurrying inside.
  
  
  Once inside, she announced that they were closing, and people steadily paid before leaving. Once everyone was out, she stormed up to her room, crashing into her bed and throwing the covers over herself, and trying to go to sleep. It came after a few moments, after she tiredly took out her stamina mix, putting it on the bedside table, and blew out her candle. Her eyes closed again, and she fell into darkness.
  
  
  Kiri inhaled sharply, getting on her hands and knees immediately, as she wasn't used to sleeping indoors. As her eyes focused, she saw her pillow, and collapsed back into her bed, relishing in how soft it was. Her eyes fell on the mix, and she took a little, just enough to make her more awake before she was completely awake. The girl sat on the edge of her bed, running a hand through her platinum blonde hair.
  
  
  She rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her vision. When she felt awake enough, she got up and got dressed, changing into her usual clothes.
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  (bag) x 91
  
  
  (bluePotion)(bluePotion)(bluePotion)(bluePotion)(bluePotion)
  
  
  (redPotion)(redPotion)(redPotion)(redPotion)(redPotion)
  
  
  Tags: @DJ Bubblebead @KingsPlague
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Zeitha stretched, turning around quickly to face the staircase that lead up to her room. She heard people whispering as she went, and tried not to eavesdrop. When she got to her room, she turned on the light, and looked around the familiar-but-not room.
  
  
  She sat down on her bed, leaning against the wall that the bed was pressed against. The girl leaned over and turned off the light. Her eyes closed, and she tried to sleep.
  
  
  It never came. She opened her eyes, realizing that light was shining on her face. When she opened her eyes, she looked over to the light source, seeing the balcony. Zei jumped up and ran over to it, grabbing the handle and trying to shove it open, to no avail. She pushed on it(though never trying to pull), and eventually kicked the wood, letting it clatter. Her eyes returned to the bedroom door, and, determined, she flung the door open, more eager than frustrated.
  
  
  Her eyes scanned for anyone that was awake already... or had never gone to sleep.
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  ?Stats?

  
  
  
  (gun) x 18

  (bag) x 12
  
  
  (bluePotion)(bluePotion)
  
  
  (redPotion)(redPotion)(redPotion)(redPotion)(redPotion)
  
  
  @Four The Magician @Allibi
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

 

[KingsPlague]

Kosthos


Earl of Varsik

The Warlock stood there a moment, rather stunned that they had simply blown off the operation rather than trying to go through with it. He followed Kiri into the bar, his staff hitting the cobblestone with a soft 'tock' every step, obviously she was done for the day, but he still needed to sate the appetite that ate away at his mentality. He went to the room he had rented and locked the door behind him, making sure to cover his windows. In the complete darkness he removed a small glass ball from his pouch, it had an eerie glowing blue aura, and as he brought it up to his face it caused him to change. In a matter of seconds his skin seemed to rot and age away, his eyes became sinister and almost evil as the blue aura was drawn from the ball into his mouth, muffled distant screams could be heard as he did this, and they did not stop till he had consumed all of the aura, his room being consumed in darkness again. The warlock lit a candle and his body had returned to it's normal, human looking state as he took out a small and a heavy book, opening them all and beginning to write down what he had encountered that day.

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@Redamancy