Fantasy Legends of Xeria

[marshmarrow]

Whether it was for its militant resources or its vastly superior cuisine, Sadika certainly liked Vegera over her motherland. She walked through its streets on foot, leading her horse behind her, not particularly bothered by the smells or noise of everyone around her. Ordering a carriage to chauffeur her around would have made things easier, but it simply wasn't worth the fare. She was made to run at least double this distance during exercises; such a meager walk was nothing on her endurance.

The heat of summer flew away from Sadika's skin as she walked into a store. A small bell announced her entry, and gusts of seaside air followed her inside. When her eyes adjusted to rather dim lighting, the black boxes and shapes in front of her morphed into more and more realistic things. The walls were lined with projectile weapons, each of which firmly secured to their mounts with bold pricetags attached. A countertop greeted her at the back of the room, glass shelves showing off what was on sale today. A slouching man leaned against it, chewing tobacco while eyeing Sadika up and down as she made her way over. She met his gaze evenly, which he must have sensed as he looked away. She was used to being stared at, but she didn't always feel like tolerating it as a paying customer.

"Welcome, and all that," he grumbled, "if you wanna buy something, I'm gonna need your name and papers." Sadika complied and fished out a folded sheaf of parchment, the seal of Vegera vivid at the top. It was a forged document, provided by the best. She hated to deceive innocents, but Vegera was the closest place she could buy plenty of supplies without appearing suspicious.

"'Marie DeKossa.' Hm, it looks legit enough. What're you buying?"

The sniper pulled out a small list she had for this occasion.

"80 swallowtail heads, 80 needle bodkin heads, and 60 4-lick ash bolts, please," she answered in a low voice, accompanied by a metallic resonance.

"I'll see what I've got. Feel free to check out what's on sale." The merchant gave her one last glance, stood up straight, and opened a door to the back room while making a wide gesture around his shop. What he had to offer was certainly tempting, but the Scorpion Clan certainly didn't have the budget for cutting-edge weapons, and her masters would literally tear Sadika's head off for spending their funds on anything other than what she was tasked to get. She'd have to make do with the arsenal she already had, however outdated and inferior it was.

The bell jingled once more, and the sound of clomping boots filled the silence. Sadika didn't bother looking at who it was; she rarely came to these places, and they're probably browsing anyways. But as she kept waiting, the feet behind her came to a stop.

"Excuse me, sir, but if you'd come with me—"

"Ahem." The tapping foot of the merchant bought Sadika's attention. He had come back, and three small, long wooden boxes were laid out on the counter. Upon a brief inspection, it contained more than enough ammo she would need. Surprised, she quickly glanced up at the merchant, who gave her an imperceptible nod. Ah, so this man was the connection she had been told of. Sheepishly, she realized he hadn't been looking at her out of suspicion, but knowing. "Price is on the tag, cash only." He then looked at the armored man who had begun to approach her, flashing a grin. "What can I do for you, Captain? Same ol' order and shit, eh?"

Captain? Sadika raised an eyebrow at that statement, watching the transaction as she rummaged for her coin purse. The knight glanced over the dealers' wares, before pointing a finger to the adjacent wall. In a heavy glass display case hung several models of matchlock muskets and pistols, gleaming in the afternoon light. "Got any good ones? I feel the old handcannon isn't cutting it for my guardsmen. Too slow to light."

The merchant smiled at the thought of selling something more expensive than ammunition. Sadika collected her purchase as the other two struck up a conversation, with the Captain eagerly taking the priciest of the weapons on offer and turning his back on the front door. Forgotten, she backpedaled out to the open street, feeling the summer air hotter than ever.

She didn't make it far beyond the storefront before she once again heard the Captain's deep tenor voice from behind her. As naturally as she could, she turned around slowly, shifting her parcels under her arm. With a free hand, she could easily lodge a knife into his shoulder before he even had time to react, but instead she kept it loosely at her side. "Yes?"

 

[LegoLad659]

Sonia was bored. Like, really bored.

This town looked pretty enough, but after some time she found out it really was just like all the others. Lots of buildings she didn't understand the purpose of, and lots of others she'd already seen before. It was like that place she just came from on a boat. What was it called again? She couldn't be bothered to remember, really.

However, there was one thing that caught her attention. Everyone, no matter where she went, would always show their faces openly. Well, unless they were the guards in that one huge city she visited. But that's why the guy in the armor stood out to her. The armor covered his face so she couldn't see it. Or was it a her? Sonia didn't know, the armor was in the way.

Sonia walked up to him, heedless and even not understanding that he was already in a conversation with someone else "'Scuse me." She said, in her usual, tired fashion "Why don't you have a face?"

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[SpartinM06]

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Laciel smiled at that comment.

"Thats the spirit! A Grand adventure it is! But id still like to meet the half-dragon, Miyarky? Did I say that right?" He tried to sound out the word but didnt get it quite right.

With a glance towards Miyarkus, he became determined.

"Come on!" He said to Olivia as he basically dragged her over to Miyarkus, like a child pulling his mother to santa clause. A scaley, probably fire breathing santa clause.

 

[gloomy]

Xenos Pyre​

Xenos had just finished swallowing the last bite of his sweet roll when his throat began to feel dry. He was about to order a drink, until the Paladin from earlier plopped down on a stool next to him. The half-elf eyed the lemon slice he had placed onto the bar with a quizzical expression. He bit the inside of his cheeks, expecting the Paladin to begin preaching to him about scriptures; Or maybe he wanted to start trouble. There were many a people who disagreed with the lifestyle of Witch Doctors, and many who found the practice of voodoo taboo. Xenos didn't bother giving the other his full attention yet, opting to give him a little side glance to show that he was listening. The Paladin had asked him about the herb trade, which peaked his interest. "You certainly wasted no time to get straight to the point." There was no small talk or beating around the bush with this man it seemed. Xenos could appreciate that.
The elf was turned partially towards the other man now that he caught his attention. "I am quite familiar with the herb trade, yes." Was this man asking him for help? Although Xenos was glad of the Paladins direct nature, there was one overriding question bouncing around in Xenos' head. "So, Paladin, before I answer any more of your questions are you going to give me your name? Or shall I continue to address you as such." A small smile tugged at the corner of Xenos' lips to show that he wasn't being all too serious. A joke in the standards of the Witch Doctor - a dry one. Of course, the male didn't want to start any trouble, and he didn't know if the other man was quick to anger or not. Though the Paladin was quite large and quite intimidating... he seemed kind enough.
"I'm Xenos, of Evritol." He offered, tilting his head to turn his body fully towards him now. The elf's golden eyes scanned the man over, taking in every little detail of his face and attire. "If it's herbs you're looking for you've come to a profitable place, but there's not an elf or wizard in the land that knows herbs better than I do." Xenos didn't mean this in a boastful way, for he truly believed it. "Although I must warn you... Brewing doesn't come undemanding." Just as the Paladin had been earlier, Xenos was blunt and straight up. He would be willing to help the man, of course, if he got something in return.
Location: Local InnMentions: idalie

 

[awriternamedian]

The pair wandered slowly through the marketplace, eyeing wares and pausing to listen politely when a merchant called out to them before moving on. They received curious stares, but having been on the road for a few weeks now it no longer bothered them. Well, it no longer bothered Delia. Pluma had taken their stares as a challenge. It was no surprise that people were curious. It was rare to see a fairy outside of llorylinth. Even rarer to see a faun, as shy as the race was.

“Delia, jekat,” Pluma said as she perched on her friend's head again. Bent over admiring a necklace, Delia didn't notice her friend speaking until she yanked on her antler, making the woman wince. “Jekat. It is the inn I believe.”

Delia followed the fairy’s gaze to find a cozy looking inn. It looked welcoming, and the pair drifted in that direction until they stood before the door. Delia froze then, anxiety seizing up her body. This was the hardest part for her. She could manage strangers well enough when they initiated the conversation, but starting one herself made her sweat.

Feeling her friend trembling, Pluma hovered in front of her and squished her cheeks in between her tiny hands. “Dyen vekat sunera, adai keton. You have done this a dozen times and this time will be no different. We will go in and ask if they have any plants or animals we can assist with. You will smile and be your sweet self and I shall punish any person who dares to hurt you.”

The thought of Pluma trying to fight somebody made her laugh, and she calmed a bit, holding her hand out for her to land on. “You are right, adai keton. I can manage this again.” Taking a deep breath and steeling her nerves, she stepped through the door. Squinting in the dimmer light, she searched the building with her eyes, she found the innkeeper near the bar and headed in that direction, deftly maneuvering through the room. She flagged down the innkeeper and leaned against the bar as she waited for him to make his way over. Focused as she was, she didn't notice the man she'd come up next to. Pluma noticed though. Not only was he a human, he was offensively large, which made the small creature angry, as if he was only tall to spite her. She glared daggers at him from the top of one of Delia's antlers where she perched easily, wings fluttering with agitation.

idalie

 

[Computing Magus]

Location: Carriage line
Status: In jolly reunion
Mentions: Lilit (( Miserable Alchemist )), Laciel (( SpartinM06 )), and Olivia (( LegoLad659 ))

Lilit Manafu seemed to mention towards the-- what a coincidence, the red-haired woman has arrived near the carriages, the same nice person from earlier. Before he could respond, from the corner of his eye, an unnerving energy malevolently shuffled around as it enters the small town. The dragonkin was unsure, not deciding to make mention of such a force he sensed from a heavily robed figure from earlier. Miyarkus has returned his attention to the expanding group by the carriages, everyone seemingly friendlier than expected.

"Yes, I've met Miss Olivia at a structure appropriately titled as "Alignment", I believe." Miyarkus replied to Lilit's assumption of them being associates or the like. Miyarkus waved his hand over towards the red-haired woman with unnecessary zest, as he learned this was a form of greeting known friends, and watches as the young man who was writing something earlier was now enthusiastically dragging himself and Olivia all the way to him and Lilit Manafu.

"She is a mage of sorts, although I have not asked what she practices primarily; I've only perceived it when I conversed with her." Miyarkus said.

"As for the boy, he's new to me, and I believe is a friend of Miss Olivia, according to observation." Miyarkus pointed out. He believed only the greatest of companions do actions such as them, so it was probably a safe assumption this was Miss Olivia's friend.

 

[LegoLad659]

"Woah, um, okay..." Olivia replied, a bit shocked by the burst of energy in Laciel. As they approached, she saw that Miyarkus was waving to her, so she gave a smile and a small wave back as she tried to keep up with the man dragging her across the ground. Once they stopped in front of the two, she gave a proper greeting "Hello, Miyarkus..." She said, a little out of breath "It's nice to see you again."

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[SpartinM06]

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After Olivia made her greeting, Laciel offered a handshake and a smile to the half-dragon Miyarkus without hesitation. The wait seemed unbearable for the adventurer.

"My name is Laciel. Its good to meet you. Have you been many places in your travels? Have you ever been to Mithral Hall? Or have you see the great kingdom of Corimyr?" He asked excitedly, hoping to swap stories with a well seasoned traveler. His emerald eyes twinkled with the wonder of children.

 

[idalie]

Hunslaus Heinrich Visscher​

He again gave an almost inaudible laugh, shoulders tremoring jauntily whilst the Witch Doctor pointed out his straightforward nature. Hunslaus tipped his head forward to glance at the cup which rested in his grip and the little citrus piece which now sat at the empty bottom of the wooden mug. "I'm a fighter I'm afraid, never been too much of a small talker." At least he garnered half the answer he'd wanted, but the practitioner before him proved to sport a good sense of humour, easy to trust. The paladin stuck out a hand, gauntlets having been tucked into his belt before getting up from the prior table. "Hunslaus, Paladin of Bellum, House of Visscher. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Xenos of Evritol." He formally remarked in reply, however, it wasn't as if he made a habit of hiding his identity. After he was squired to Sir Visscher and treated as if a son, it'd been his name he'd taken on and been proud to wear. Others took surnames from the priests, matrons, or likewise, their mentors. An orphans life had always been fraught with such questions, some would never accept themselves until the truth had been uncovered. Hunslaus didn't dare to look beyond his birth certificate. Father unknown, mother unmarried. In a way, perhaps it was false contentment. He'd risen above the context of his birth in the name of something greater and felt it to be a trap to dare explore the history behind his abandonment.

"So you would call yourself a master of herbs?" He questioned, after giving the Witch Doctor a hopeful, firm shake of greeting. "Either way, the temple is willing to pay. I have nothing needed to brew, per se, but I was wondering where it may be best to buy herbs in bulk is all. You must know a vendor? I'd be grateful, owe you a favour even. It's something I want to leave them before my placement here may be up, there are still places that require our help. Leaving the temple out here with intermittent paladins coming through gives me worry enough, I've heard of the occasional attack here on the coast." Visscher shook his head gloomily. "But if anything, it would bring them some peace to have a good supply to aid the villagers."

Pushing his tankard in to be collected by the barkeep the Paladin, despite his sincere concerns having been so freshly discussed, caught a newcomer to the bar. A faun, but it wasn't her in particular who caught his attention with an uncomfortable glare aimed at the back of his head. The culprit was a tiny woman. Now, you may think of a tiny woman being quite small, but this was smaller than a gnome and bigger than a butterfly. His hand was almost as big as her. So when she began scrutinising him for his height, he replied with the action of staring at her in a likewise fashion, if not lacking the malicious intent she retained. Hunslaus awkwardly gave a polite bob of his head and a quiet, "Afternoon," to the pair besides touching his forehead in a habit of living amongst the clergy too long. Visscher was tempted to talk more to the fae and her antlered friend, although something vaguely made him feel an unwanted addition.

Location: Local Inn
Mentions: awriternamedian gloomy

 

[Computing Magus]

Location: Carriage line
Status: Comfortable with a group
Mentions: Lilit (( Miserable Alchemist )), Laciel (( SpartinM06 )), and Olivia (( LegoLad659 ))

Miyarkus peered at the hand Mister Laciel was holding out towards him, indicating the dragonkin to react to it. What was it for? Is it a Vegera tradition? Suddenly, Miyarkus had a revelation; he met Laciel's hand with his own rough, scaled hand using a slap, believing that was the correct response. Miyarkus then bowed his head before replying.

"Greetings, Mister Laciel. I haven't been to any towns, without counting Vegera and my own home village. I'll have to visit this Mithreal Hall and Coromyr, once I do find out. I'd like to ask more, but I believe I should introduce myself as well. I'm Miyarkus, it's a pleasure to meet your delightful presence as well." Miyarkus remarked. Laciel was an excitable fellow, Miyarkus observed, seemingly eager to want to be in him and Lilit's company when they were near, and dragging Olivia in the process. Speaking of...

"It's a pleasure to meet once more, as well, Miss Olivia." Miyarkus responded back to Olivia, in response to her greeting. It was nice to meet this nice woman again, along with being in the presence of Lilit Manafu and Laciel.

 

[SpartinM06]

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Laciel grasped Miyarkus' hand and shook it. He understood immediately that this person was new to the outside world. He had known an individual who had to adjust to the world. A Svirfneblin who came to the surface and joined him and his friends on an adventure once. Poor man gnome had died to... 'now is not the time to dwell.' Laciel thought to himself.

"Ah a new adventurer eh? Well then I will have to tell you some stories sometime. And in return, you could tell me a little about your kind and your home village." He said to Miyarkus.

He smiled at the prospect of inspiring the thrill of an adventure in someone. Laciel had told himself he would always keep that spark of excitement alive in his heart, so that he would never get bored of seeing new places.

He turned to the woman next to Miyarkus. After a look over, he concluded he should be a bit more formal with this one. He had pissed off enough nobles for a lifetime and didn't want to risk this one. He offered a hand and introduced himself to Lilit.

"Hello, M'lady. My name is Laciel, May I know yours?" He asked as politely as he could.

 

[Miserable Alchemist]

Lilit looked on with amusement as Miyarkus initially met the drawer's handshake with a slap. That was one way to respond, though the man seemed to take it fully in stride. Her red eyes landed on Olivia for a moment, noticing she seemed a bit tired due to being dragged around by the man. Though he was obviously more used to talking than Miyarkus, it seemed he had a very interesting way of acting of his own.

Though when he greeted her, his demeanor changed. She was used to that in a sense, though hadn't expected it from so excitable a man. Unsure of whether he was being careful due to knowledge of her race or the manner of her dress, she settled on being more formal with him as well.

"I am Lilit Manafu. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Laciel. A man of many adventures and wide knowledge, I presume?" Lilit spoke relatively more stiffly as she slowly but firmly took his handshake.

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[SpartinM06]

"A man of adventure and worldly knowledge. Im afraid I know little in the ways of book smarts. I have traveled far however and seen many things." He withdrew his hand and returned to his smiling self.

"So what is your destination Miyarkus, if I may ask?" he questioned, hoping he could wrangle the two into joining him on his adventure. The more the merrier.

 

[gloomy]

Xenos Pyre​

Xenos felt the tension in his stomach let up as the other gave a light laugh. He was beginning to feel more comfortable around him now, especially now that he knew his name. The Witch Doctor accepted Hunslaus' handshake, noting his firm grip. A fighter indeed. "The pleasures all mine, Hunslaus," he kept a formal but friendly overtone to his voice; the Paladin was a potential buyer after all. "A master?" The elf rose a brow, the edges of his eyes crinkling from his amused smile. "I'm not so sure about that - But I know the ins and outs of all the plants that dot this land from here to the capitol." He felt that he would come off as far too cocky if he started self proclaiming himself as a master of anything. Xenos listened to the other as he explained his situation, giving a few nods here and there to show he was listening along.
The half elf tilted his head, glancing to the ceiling in thought. He could see that the man was genuine with his words. Herbs in bulk would be pretty hefty, but if the man was willing to pay who would Xenos be to deny his proposition? There was a moment of silence, as if Xenos was contemplating helping him. Eventually the male sighed "I do know a vendor. He goes by the name Kadavul. He's..." The male paused, his nose crinkling, "odd. But he'll have what you need." He moved to stand, "you're a lucky one mister Hunslaus, I was just about to head there myself for some ingredients. I'll take you to him." The Witch Doctor finally agreed, seeing as he was heading in that direction anyways. He usually didn't like company, but the man before him he had begun to fancy.
Xenos noticed Hunsalus' attention shift. He followed the Paladins gaze, spotting a faun, and... he squinted - a fairy. The elf crossed his arms. He wasn't the biggest fan of fairies. Most of them were trouble makers with a big mouth, and this one didn't seem to be anything otherwise by the looks of her agitated glare. He wondered how her tiny body could handle so much emotion. Xenos decided not to speak, moving his attention to the faun to scan her over. Her demeanor was the complete opposite of her tiny companion. Soft features that held a shy expression; he could tell with one glance that she was much more reserved. The Witch Doctors expression wasn't exactly welcoming, but then again the dark elf wasn't the biggest fan of strangers. And the fairy tugging at the girls antlers didn't help.
Location: Local InnMentions: idalie awriternamedian

 

[Computing Magus]

Location: Carriage line
Status: In amiable conversation
Mentions: Lilit (( Miserable Alchemist )), Laciel (( SpartinM06 )), and Olivia (( LegoLad659 ))

Miyarkus was taken aback a bit that Laciel took his hand and shook it, personally too violently for Miyarkus to understand if it was a friendly gesture, but still, the man seems to say that as a greeting. Fascinating, how different cultures can be quite surprising yet easily understanding. Miyarkus couldn't tell, but the tone between Laciel and Lilit seemed more refined as they began to introduce to themselves to each other as well. Before Miyarkus could assume what could have caused such a change in tone, Laciel addressed him a simple question to which Miyarkus slowly answers.

"... south." Miyarkus simply replied as he blankly stares at the carriages, because as he says this word another event has caught his attention. Several men have exited the gate of Vegera, then headed toward the carriages to mount the front seats. The short man from earlier seems to have approached to harshly speak to them, but then right after, left the merry folk to tend to their personal carriages. It appears that the carriages are now available to be hired. Wasn't that the term? Some of those horse tenders stare at the four-person group in the benches, which was Miyarkus and his new acquaintances, even a few waving them over to them so someone can hire them. Miyarkus returns to speaking with Laciel, however, before he decides to travel.

"... I mean I will be traveling south today, to explore. It is the next nearest town, although I believe I haven't had learned of this destination here in Vegera. Are both of you going there as well? How about you, Lilit Manafu?" Miyarkus asked the three others with him, wondering about their destinations as well after that inquiry.

 

[LegoLad659]

"Ah, sorry. We're actually travelling north." Olivia told Miyarkus "There's something Laciel wants to examine there. So I suppose we'll be going our separate ways from here." She said, smiling at the Dragon "It was nice meeting you, Miyarkus. May Endra allow our paths to cross again." She said, giving him a farewell bow.

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[marshmarrow]

"Sir, you're not in any trouble. I'm Nathaniel Faulkner, Captain of Vegera's Guard." Although Sadika could match him in height, he seemed to weigh twice as much as she did in a full suit of armor, emblazoned with the same crest as her counterfeit passport. Sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Actually, I was hoping you could help me out. That weapons dealer, we have a suspicion that he's a... sympathizer for a rebellion in the desert. He's a decent fellow, that one, but if you know anything about the, ah, situation down south, it's pretty brutal."

"Brutal" doesn't even begin to cover it, you half-wit. But before she could respond verbally, a young girl came running up to her out of nowhere. Everyone seemed young compared to an elf's lifespan, but this was the first adult Sadika would describe as child-like. A rounded face, large eyes, and wearing kids' clothes; she had a hard time deciding if this brat was meant to be endearing or deceiving. At least she had the conscience to be polite before asking a rude question, and it was just the distraction she needed to get this do-gooding leech off of her back.

He looked her once over again, a Vegeran habit that was becoming irksome, and nodded to the purple-haired scamp. "I haven't seen either of you around here before, but Vegera is a large city. We have eyes and ears everywhere." He flashed Sadika a brittle smile and bid her a hollow 'good day,' leaving the sniper in the wake of his warning.

Sadika inhaled sharply, turning her head towards the girl. She'd have to weigh the implications of the Captain's message later. She could discern from a glance that the girl wasn't human, nor any race she had encountered before. Thus, Sadika had little idea of what kind of power she possessed. As idle and naive she appeared to be, Sadika was the last person to be fooled by appearances alone. Cautiously, she decided to play along; she no longer had much time to spare.

Although she lowered herself to a kneel to come face-to-face with her, Sadika kept herself about an arm's distance away from the being in front of her. "Are you lost, girl?"

 

[awriternamedian]

Delia waited patiently with a soft hum as the innkeeper was sidetracked from his journey towards her. She was in no rush. Nobody was paying her any mind, and if they were, they weren't actively bothering her, which she appreciated. She set her elbow on the bar top and perched her chin in her palm. Another hum, her bright eyes tracing across the worn wood of the bar top. Unlike her patient easy going friend, who didn't seem to notice that the conversation beside them had stop, Pluma was well aware that the human had noticed her glare. She huffed, scowling, propping her hands on her hips. Who did he think he was, staring at her like that? The gall of him. She had half a mind to put him in his place. That fact that she had stared at him first didn't occur to her, and if it had, she would have dismissed it as inconsequential.

Crossing her arms over her chest as he spoke, she snapped, "Mev umanus, akatsanti."

That Delia did hear, and she gasped, knocking the fairy off her antler. "Pluma!" She said, aghast. "That is unkind! This stranger has done nothing to you, how could you say such things?" The fairy was silent, fluttering next to the faun's head, nose turned up in the air. "Pluma, nel pota." When the fairy said nothing, she repeated herself, but in the common language, "Apologize!" Seeing that her friend was going to do no such thing, she turned towards the man that had been insulted. And looked up. And up. And up. She knew she was a small being, but this man was incredibly large and intimidating. She shook for a moment, anxiety washing over her, before steeling her nerves again. This man had done nothing wrong, and if Pluma was not going to apologize, then she would have to in her place.

She stomped her hoof on the ground and bowed, hand on her heart, a sign of apology among fauns. "Ne sai, keton, accept my apology in place of my friend. She seems to have misplaced her manners somewhere on the road." Pluma glared at her but she ignored it in favor of looking up beseechingly at the man. The fairy snapped something, pushing one of her antlers before being batted away. She flew off down the bar, pouting, as Delia's eyes skipped briefly past the human to land on the dark elf behind them. An elf! She hadn't seen an elf since they'd left Llorylinth! The find was exciting enough that she didn't even notice that Pluma had gone missing.

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[LegoLad659]

Sonia tilted her head, confused. Did that answer her question? She didn't think so... Maybe she should try again. If she could remember what her question was. Something about his head? But she couldn't see it. So that was silly, she couldn't ask him a question about his head if he had no head. Sonia tried to imagine him without a head, and that mental image was even more silly.

Then she remembered something. The armored guy (Or was he a girl?) had knelt down in front of her to ask her a question. What was it again? Oh yeah! Sonia shook her head in response "Nah. Just exploring." She answered "'S really boring here, though. I dunno what to do."

Then Sonia realized the armored girl in front of her had too much armor. She couldn't see her face! Or was the metal armor her face? She didn't know what that would be called. Metalface? Her whole body was made of metal too. Metalbody? She didn't know, she wasn't a Maze or a Wuzzird or whoever it was that decided names for things. She was just Sonia. And Sonia was tired. And bored. But first she wanted to know something.

"Why's your face made of metal?" She asked the armored girl, completely oblivious to the fact that she'd just asked a similar question earlier.

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[Mistory]

A sigh escaped the cloaked figure as he turned away, making his way back through the market. Another apple purchased on his trip. He paused, catching the tale end of a conversation in the crowd. It wasnt anything important. "Trader came through saying he saw" and the conversation trailed off. Looking after the group, he took a moment to think, before nodding.

People talk. They talk and they travel. As of now Alden required to track down someone. And to do so he needed to find a trail. His only clue was a blade. If he found someone who recognized it...it would atleast be something.

But where would he ask? Who travels the most and sees the most people...the carraiges! One of the drivers was sure to have seen something, and if not, they may know somwhere to look...

The cloaked figure quickly made his way to the carriage house, only to find it...abit crowded. Regardless, the cloaked figure stood silently and still to the side. Probably looking abit ominous as he stood watch for the driver, unmoving.

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[Miserable Alchemist]

Though she remained unable to discern the precise reason for Laciel's formality, Lilit elected not to inquire any further. She crossed her lithe arms, watching the other three converse a bit. So Miyarkus planned to journey to another village in the south, while the other two planned to head somewhere in the north. Unlike them however, there was no determined destination for Lilit. North? South? Perhaps even east or west? Even the company wasn't too big of a deal. Miyarkus's origins were unique, but it was possible Laciel knew of her race. The question she needed answered was which would be more interesting. In that case...

"I don't have much to do right now, so I'm afraid I'm not sure Miyarkus," Lilit shrugged noncommittally. "Where north are you two heading?" She knew the dragonkind was heading to the nearest village, but she had yet to hear where exactly the other two were heading. Whilst thinking through her options, something else caught her eye. Her eyes narrowed at the cloaked figure for a moment but similarly to how she'd handled Laciel at first, Lilit didn't say anything towards the figure.

Location: Carriage line
Interaction: Computing Magus SpartinM06 LegoLad659 Mistory

 

[Yaboymiller]

Mistory

Bethethel


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"You know you look super ominous right." Bethethel said to the cloaked figure, eating am Apple. " Man this Apple is really good. You want one, injabe more in my bag.?"

 

[SpartinM06]

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Laciel nodded at their answers and then looked towards Olivia.

"Hold on." He said.

Turning to Lilit and Miyarkus he proposed "Well since neither of you have a set destination, why dont you travel with us. Safety in numbers and good conversation. Besides, Id like to have a little more backup when we go check out this old tower. Rumors say its haunted. Other rumors say an old man is summoning monsters there. I think the latter is more likely. But either way, something is there. So, what do you say? Travel with us?"

Laciel kept up his hopeful smile and eagerly waited for their response.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the cloaked figure. His smile dropped immediately. His face became hardened and serious. A far cry from his normal cheerful self. He had been though enough to suspect an attack from thjs cloaked figure. He didnt turn to look but he kept the figure in his peripheral.

 

[Computing Magus]

Location: Carriage line
Status: Indecisive; critical choices
Mentions: Lilit (( Miserable Alchemist )), Laciel (( SpartinM06 )), and Olivia (( LegoLad659 ))

Mister Laciel seems to believe that Miyarkus and Lilit Manafu should join Laciel on his travels, despite Miyarkus stating he did have a stated destination; perhaps Laciel was hard of hearing, or worse, understanding, but he did not feel the need to think ill of a new companion. As for his description, they seem to be heading to an old tower. To visit this 'old man' who summons monsters, probably. An acquaintance of Laciel then.

"Very well, but I would like to stay only for this trip only, for I really need to go south. I believe I would like to accompany both of you for your visit. This person seems to be of interest. Monster summoning..." Miyarkus trailed off, contemplating the meaning of such sorcery. Well, he never knew what it was like to witness the summoning of monsters, just that learning from his guardian that it was also one of the more intermediate forms of creature beckoning through the use of arcane. Miyarkus might be misunderstanding the purpose of the trip.

"We should leave now then, while the carriage tenders are still here. Mister Laciel, may you ask of them for us?" Miyarkus responded, wanting to waste no more time in leaving soon. He would do so himself, but he... doesn't know how to properly hire them, and where the destination might be, so Miyarkus believed it best that it would be for the best that Mister Laciel did so instead.

"I believe we shall be traveling together for a while longer, Miss Olivia and Lilit Manafu." Miyarkus stated, quite glad he would be able to join some great people.

 

[Mistory]

As the carraige drivers returned, Alden approached, passing the small group as he drew a beaten, old, and decidedly broken blade.

His intention was merely to question them of the blade, and see if they had seen one like it, or someone who may know of such...ancient weapons.

But a cloaked figure wordlessly approaching you while drawing a blade could instill fear in most any, and this figure especially did so as he approached
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