Fantasy Legends of Xeria

[SpartinM06]

Computing Magus Mistory Miserable Alchemist LegoLad659

Observing the cloaked man approaching immediately put Laciel into a battle mentality. His eyes, once full of wonder, now seemed to pierce into the soul of any who met his gaze.

"Look out!" Laciel roared.

He reached around and grabbed his shield with his left hand and pushed Miyarkus behind him with his right at the same time, ending in a battle stance and both hands bracing his shield against the cloaked figure brandishing a blade. Laciel had placed himself between the group and the figure in a mere 2 seconds. He would not let anyone get hurt. Whatever this man wanted, Laciel was sure it wasn't good.

 

[marshmarrow]

Exploring? Is this girl by herself? Sadika stood up and eyed the purple-haired girl, who seemed just as perplexed as she. Whatever race or creature she may be, she didn't seem very bright. If she were a hag or a demon in disguise, Sadika guessed she would have been hexed by now. While she didn't like the idea of a girl, especially one without a weapon, running around in a large city, she realized getting involved might prove to be more trouble than it was worth. Besides, she looked well enough: she had all her teeth, her hair was shiny and louse-free, and her clothes and skin didn't appear sooty or dirty. Not at all like the orphaned beggar children she has seen starve and suffer over the years. Sadika decided to save her time and concern for a child who needed her aid.

Wordlessly, the elf put a gloved hand on top of the girl's lilac head, a gesture that was partly affectionate and party dismissive. After securing her load to his saddle, she took her palfrey by the reigns and headed toward the southern gates of Vegera, not bothered once by the fact she never asked the girl for her name. After all, it was unlikely she would want or need to visit Vegera again. She dreaded her return to Komorrah with the news that their only connection has been exposed, but she couldn't fathom staying here a second longer.

LegoLad659

 

[LegoLad659]

Olivia turned and gasped as she saw the cloaked man with his sword drawn. Assuming Laciel knew who this was, and that they were hostile, she took a battle stance as well, her staff's crystal glowing with energy as she prepared to defend herself. She didn't fire it yet, though, not until the man got close enough to attack.

SpartinM06 Computing Magus Mistory Miserable Alchemist


Again, the armored man refused to answer her question... Again? Wait, did she ask it before? Or maybe she asked something else. She didn't remember. Remembering things was hard. What she did remember was that she wanted to see the armored woman's face. So, when she strapped some stuff to her horse (Ooh, pretty horsey...) and started leading it along, Sonia followed behind her. She didn't say anything, she didn't go out of her way to make her presence known, she just followed the armored man.

Plus, the pat he gave her felt nice. She wanted to see if he'd do it again.

marshmarrow

 

[Miserable Alchemist]

The issue of destination resolved itself pretty easily, so Lilit merely remained silent and nodded in implicit agreement. This could have been "something interesting" that she was looking for in this village. Yet before they could pick up a carriage, the cloaked figured she'd noticed earlier began to approach them. The aura of the figure certainly appeared threatening at first glance; however, it was the middle of the day, in a populated village, and against a group of four. Surely no matter how mighty or arrogant, one had to know their limits. Lilit thought, perhaps, that battle was not his intention.

The vampiric entity wasn't able to tell what the cloaked figure's purpose was, but so soon after something like Miyarkus slapping away Laciel's hand as an oblivious greeting, believing that the man did not intend to attack them given the circumstances was possible. Placing a hand on Laciel's shoulder, she stepped out from behind the relative safety of Laciel's shield. Blood red wings materialized slightly behind her. They somewhat resembled the wings of a bat as she let them spread, though they were quite thin for wings.

"Do you have business with us?" Lilit asked calmly, brushing back some of her white hair. Rather than directly preparing for battle, she simply displayed her ability to use magic to dissuade a direct fight here. She believed that, after analyzing the situation, it didn't make sense for him to be attacking, but a display of power could help in the worst case.

Besides, if she was honest, she enjoyed such displays.

Location: Carriage line
Interactions: Computing Magus SpartinM06 LegoLad659 Mistory

 

[Computing Magus]

Location: Carriage line
Status: In a dangerous(?) conflict
Mentions: Lilit (( Miserable Alchemist )), Laciel (( SpartinM06 )), Olivia (( LegoLad659 )), and ??? (( Mistory ))

Miyarkus observed some birds on the tree, chirping so fast yet so continuously upbeat. He was only steadily waiting for Laciel to begin their travel, but he was swept behind the shield-bearer, almost stumbling face-first towards the bench for his trouble. Upon gaining a better seat posture, he finds the cloaked aggressor of the situation that put two of his friends in a concerning stance. Miyarkus attempted to discern this figure; despite the ominous glow and the rays of sunshine, Miyarkus couldn't pierce through the darkness surrounding their face, to gaze on this strange person's features. They hold-- amazing, it was a peculiar blade. However, it lacks hue and engravings. It was short as well, because a large part of the blade was shattered as it appears.

The dragonkin could not understand the intent of this strange man, but his allies seem keen to take them on. Before he could stand behind properly behind his defenders, Lilit Manafu has taken the initiative to converse with the cloaked figure for the group. To be honest, Miyarkus was not sure on how to approach the situation, but was quite glad the others have stood to take care of it.

"What a peculiar blade, never seen one quite like it..." Miyarkus exclaims quietly in wonder, not to mock it for its nearly unusable state, but for its simple yet unique design. You could almost see something dark staining its edges.

 

[idalie]

Hunslaus Heinrich Visscher​

Hunslaus gave a nonchalant wave of his hand, "Master or not, you certainly know more about herbs than your average villager around these parts, hm?" The paladin smiled, yet with the Witch Doctor eventually extending his help in an agreement, cautionary when it came to warning Hun about the identity of this 'Kadavul' figure -- Visscher again repeated the motion of putting his head forward in a slight bow. "Ah, I've met my fair share of interesting people. I'm sure he'll be quite sane in comparison." The larger man chuckled, shaking his head marginally before placing his palm flat on the bar counter ready to push up and off. "You have my gratitude, Xenos. Moreso for the offer to take me in tow. I'd be glad to take it up and visit this vendor if what you say is the truth, I believe I'd have solved our running issue for the temple healers. Or rather I should be saying you." Visscher commented, if not for the attention being drawn back to the small woman and her smaller friend.

The fae had spoken, a language which was not his own nor decipherable by any means he had to hand. He'd never been good with languages in the first place, but from the tone he suspected it hadn't been anything nice. The hypothesis was reinforced and proven when not long after, came the apology and momentarily heated discussion between faun and fairy. It was given by the antlered woman, who upon a further note, couldn't even reach his shoulder when he stood. An odd day indeed. "What?" Visscher again cocked his brow and angled his features downward, pausing until the tense expression melted into the soft appearance of a warm pair of eyes. "It's quite alright, I heard nothing, I'm sure your friend or ... daughter simply mistook me. She seems a lovely girl. I'm flattered, nothing to be apologising over," He rambled a little, perhaps it made it better or he looked like a blithering idiot. The end result would have to be seen.

Noting the faun's attention directed past him at the Witch Doctor, Hunslaus instinctively sat back on his stool and leant against the bar to offer more interaction on both behalfs. It appeared the Witch Doctor had not only been his point of interest. Clearing his throat, Visscher half lifted his finger and tapped the wooden counter. "I suppose you must've travelled quite a ways? For a faun that is. Not that I have anything against them, or you for the matter. Make it something of interest. How is the world treating you and your small friend?"

Location: Local Inn
Mentions: awriternamedian gloomy

 

[Mistory]

The figure froze, shifting its stare to the group. Until now, they hadnt been the focus of his attention. But, an entire group at the ready to attack, grabbed it.

The warriors motions, however, caught Alden's attention. His gaze resting on the blade he weilded, sheithed. Alden's teal orbs seemed to size the group up, traveling across the band. A mage, a warrior, a dragon, and what appeared to be another mage.

It seemed they were keen on combat. Alden hadnt realized his own folly or threatening appearance. In response to the challenge, he let his arm out, aiming the decrepit blade toward his adversary, its old, cracked edge and worn hilt obvious signs of its age.

It wasnt until the pale one, with arcane wings forming, spoke, that he gave pause.
"Do you have buisness with us" she had questioned...

"This blade...do you recognize it?"

Nearby:
Computing Magus
Miserable Alchemist
LegoLad659
SpartinM06
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[Sludgemouth]

Location: local inn
Action: "drinking"

Nero warily made his through the streets of Vegera doing his utmost to keep a wide berth between himself and the next nearest anyone. Those unfortunate (for Nero) enough to get within his self-imposed minimum standoff radius were met with a look somewhere between disgust and abject terror, followed by Nero hastily shuffling away, muttering under his breath. It was an apology, but one so low that it was received as incoherent murmurs. After a time and several inaudible apologies later, Nero found what he was looking for; the inn. Through his travels Nero had learned that innkeepers nominally were knowledgeable regarding the various services available city wide, and they always seemed to have reasonably priced potables.

The inn itself was modest and comfortable inside, set to the adorable din of clinking and casual conversation. The barkeep, Eustice is his name wastes little time in greeting the robed newcomer, before going about his business of seeing to the pints of the other patrons. He keeps an eye on the robed stranger as they meander about the commons, making every effort to keep his distance from the crowd. The Barkeep often had to double as security for a place such as this so Eustice was no stranger to reading his customers. The robed man didn't seem like he was looking for trouble, but he certainly had a strange demeanor about him. Eventually managed to make his way to over and bellied up to the bar like it was the most natural thing in the world. Eustice appreciated this, and ambled over to the stranger.

"What'll it be, stranger?" The most typical greeting in the universe between a barkeep and a patron.

"You got anything that doubles as a cleaning solvent?" The stranger made short work of what was supposed to be a normal exchange. Eustice would not be deterred however, and called the stranger's bluff.

"I have actual cleaning solvent, but we don't keep anything like popskull around here."

"Yeah, gimme that. What's the damage?"

"Shit, if you can keep a tankard of it down, and not die it's on the house." It wasn't normally in his nature to play chicken with something legitimately life threatening, but Eustice was confident that this guy was not even going to make it to the first sip. Meanwhile the outrageous exchange did not go unnoticed as a few of the other patrons began making chump bets as to whether or not the robed man would live to see tomorrow. Eustice disappeared behind the bar, and returned not a moment later with a tankard and a carboy of clear fluid that had a strong and caustic smell to it. He poured up a tankard and slid it over to the stranger. "Oh and it's fifty gold if'n you can't finish it all. Compensation for lost materials and all." The barkeep had barely finished his taunt before the stranger had the swill to his lips, chugging it down like he'd been served water. The stranger calmly set the tankard down on the bar top, and there was a sudden uproar from the fellow barflies, as though on cue. The stranger visibly flinched at the noise, casting a horrified look in their direction. The others didn't seem to mind the stranger as he'd just made some of them a day's wages. "Now I know my ass from my elbow when it comes to spellcraft, and it's not a common thing to be able to purify liquids without any ritual and gesticulation." Eustice spoke in a low and rightfully accusing tone as he took the stranger's cup. "I'd no intent to charge you for the spectacle in the first place, but I gotta know how you pulled that trick off."

"Yeah...no it's not anything like that. I've got an iron gut, always have." The stranger's tone was factual, and unnervingly devoid of pride."

"Well, I guess I'll have to take your word for it. That was a hell of a show, what's your name, son?" Eustice chuckled a bit, somewhere between still suspicious and genuinely impressed.

"Nero."

"That's, not a name you really hear, but well met anyway Nero." Eustice wouldn't have said he made a friend that day but, the robed man made for a good story to tell future patrons about.

 

[Yaboymiller]

Location: inn

Bethethel Sunbreaker

​

Bethethel who was at one of the tables by himself observed the drinking of Nero and was quite impressed by the actions that happened. I mean who do you know that can drink a cleaning solvent and survive. "That was quite the impressive scene that I witnessed." Bethethel told Nero with a smile as he sat next to him at the bar. "What brings you around these parts."

Mentions: Sludgemouth

 

[Computing Magus]

Location: Carriage line
Status: In a mysterious conflict
Mentions: Lilit (( Miserable Alchemist )), Laciel (( SpartinM06 )), Olivia (( LegoLad659 )), and ??? (( Mistory ))

It was one thing to garner the attention of your adversaries, if we were in this strange man's eyes, Miyarkus presumes. Another is when you also attract the attention of the bystanders of the carriage line, the commotion quite possibly reaching just the edges of Vegera. The carriage tenders hide behind something, watching in awe as what they assume is a conflict that was about to unfold between the most unlikeliest of people. Raising one's sword was enough to alarm most people; preparing your magical artifacts and displaying your sorcery would be just hammer to the nail that can cause a panic by itself. Some people from inside the gates are peering out from the corner of Miyarkus' eye. The only thing stopping that was Lilit Manafu's calm actions, and the tone the strange person speaks in, not in demanding the group in giving an answer to their question, but in honest inquiry if they have prior knowledge of the blade they held.

Miyarkus himself did not know what to make of the situation, not wanting to steer anything by himself if ever he would be interfering with personal matters. He wants to attempt to follow his friends' examples of stances and preparation, yet the man does not attack yet. A wonderful sign indeed. Miyarkus then decided he can deliver them with his own answer, if only to ease the tense atmosphere.

"As I've stated, while unique, I've never seen this kind of blade before..." Miyarkus said. He began to wonder as to what might be the importance of such an old relic, but it was definitely something to inquire about from a group of strangers apparently. Not that Miyarkus was questioning their methods.

 

[Sludgemouth]

Location: Inn
Speaking to: @wiigamechamp
Status: mild panic.

Following the solvent stunt Eustice fielded a string of questions from the robed stranger, he'd come to know as Nero. Nero's line of questioning pertained to the various shops, vendors and their locations around town. While the barkeep found nothing out of the ordinary about the aforementioned questioning he was more than a little concerned with Nero's appearance. The man had a weathered and almost gaunt look despite his young age, and while he did manage to ingest what was incontestably a lethal dosage of poison with no ill effects, Eustice still found himself concerned for Nero's health.

"When was the last time you ate, son?" The barkeep interjected.

"Eh...yesterday? Possibly the day before." Nero shrugged as he responded. "Good point though, what do you have in the way of fare, and possibly some actual liquor?" Nero concluded his final question by slapping a few coins down on the bar top. Eustice looked down at the coinage to see what Nero had produced and it was at this moment that he'd noticed Nero's hands. A man's hands are not normally the type of thing one pays much attention to unless knives are involved, but a pair of eight pointed star tattoos are not something that goes unnoticed, even in a town used to travelers from afar.

"Tattoos aren't considered gauche around these parts, are they?" Nero was quick to catch on to the barkeep, which was normal for Nero, but surprising for the barkeep as he looked up to pair of steel colored eyes, staring intently at him.

"Uncommon, yes, but I'd not go so far as to call it gauche, no. It's just that, well they almost seemed to move or shift as I looked directly at them." Eustice could hardly believe what he was saying, yet that was the best he could manage to explain. Nero let out a short and unnerving laugh, before playfully patting the barkeep on his shoulder.

"HA! Yer breaking my balls, 'keep. Look take my money and give me what you've been nursing, and whatever cooked meat you happen to have back there, potatoes too." The barkeep smiled weakly and shot a curious glance over Nero's shoulder before making towards filling his order. Nero caught this too, but just a bit too late.

@wiigamechamp

"That was quite the impressive scene that I witnessed." A voice said from next to Nero. "What brings you around these parts." It continued as a prodigiously large man sat next to him.

"GAH!... Shit!" Nero nearly fell off of his bar stool. Anytime someone tried to talk to Nero, it was a precursor to physical violence or at least an arrest attempt, so this exaggerated a reaction from him would have understandable, if anyone knew him, which they didn't. The stranger was quite large, which made Nero nervous, and he was smiling, which also made Nero nervous, and he had horns, which made Nero nervous still. However he was quick to regain something that resembled composure.

"That's not what I'm here for, shit I mean. Well, I guess in the colloquial sense, but I'm getting off topic. Anyway I'm just here to trade and then get back to the wilds. Uh, Nero by the way." Nero stared uneasily at the man next to him, not sure what to expect but ready to beat a hasty retreat all the same.

 

[Yaboymiller]

Bethethel Sunbreaker

​

"Bethethel. Pleasure to meet you. " He said as he took a sip of a drink he ordered. "So your a travel too huh? What is it that you trade?" Bethethel asked the man.

Mention Sludgemouth

 

[Miserable Alchemist]

The white haired woman's eyes rested on the old blade. It didn't look like a proper weapon with its age, but if it was a sort of magical artifact than that was a mere triviality. Regardless of its nature, she hadn't ever seen it before so she shook her head. "I've lived for a long time, but don't recognize that sword either," she said while pointing at the blade. "If it's historical you'd probably be better off doing research in the library, but I can't really help you any more than that."

Lilit crossed her arms and sighed, glaring at the cloaked figure. "That aside, be more careful in how you approach people. What do you think you're doing keeping that blade out? It should be obvious people don't usually respond well to that kind of thing," she reprimanded him before having the wings she'd formed dematerialize. Attention had been garnered from her actions too, but she felt that was warranted in the face of a cloaked figure approaching with a blade, even if it was old and broken.

Location: Carriage line
Interaction: Computing Magus SpartinM06 LegoLad659 Mistory

 

[Mistory]

He internally frowned, eyes falling on the ancient weapon. With a sigh, he put it away

"when you plan to show someone something, is it not best to have it at the ready?"

His question was sincere. Why waste a persons time when you can be ready? Tossing the thoughts aside, he gave a grumble. A library would be an option, But to his memory, Alden never had a need for books, nor did his family, and therefore could not read. No nead to say such things...

"I do not know its age, or its origin, even its owner is a mystery. But i am in need of finding them...you seem like a...knowledgeable group. Would any know of a smith, or...whats the word..."

the figure brough his hand to his hidden face as He thought, orbs vanishing for a moment

"nnn...one who knows of the past...of items...relics maybe? It is of great importance..."
Nearby:
Computing Magus
Miserable Alchemist
LegoLad659
SpartinM06
Open for interaction

 

[Computing Magus]

Location: Carriage line
Status: Ease of tense
Mentions: Lilit (( Miserable Alchemist )), Laciel (( SpartinM06 )), Olivia (( LegoLad659 )), and ??? (( Mistory ))

The figure seems keen on defending himself for his actions, which was something they should do or else they would appear ever the more suspicious. Not in Miyarkus' eyes however, but even then it is quite difficult to believe that this person seems to speak honestly to them. Miyarkus is going to reluctantly deliver them a chance for now, and will only ease his guard if this person has managed to earn his trust. Miyarkus continues to speak in his seat, being in such a position ever since he began to speak with Lilit Manafu.

"I myself do not know of a knowledgeable person in old relics... however, I do have a suggestion. I believe we are visiting a person capable of summoning monsters. Such a person I believe are the kind who are archive keepers, and might be able to assist you in learning of your weapon. I myself won't be, er, too bothered with having you along in our travel. May we know your name? I admit, I'm doing this because I'm uncomfortable with the danger that I might be in due to your mysteriousness."

 

[SpartinM06]

LegoLad659 Computing Magus Mistory Arrogant Menace Miserable Alchemist

Laciel lowered his shield the more the conversation continued. Its seemed this man was simply unaware of how he looked to the world. Laciel looked at the blade an noticed everything a blacksmith would. The style of blade made. The preferred material. How the blade would (to his best guess since it is broken) be balanced. And the most important thing, the Maker's Mark, to which every decent blacksmith would have put one on their weapon. Most of these things seemed alien to Laciel, the only thing he would recognize is the Maker's Mark, and even then he did not have a clue as to who it belonged to.

"Have you investigated as to who made the blade? There is a Maker's Mark on the Blade." Laciel motioned to the ancient weapon. The Maker's Mark would be located on the edge of where the flat of the blade went into the guard of the sword. It would definitely be a long shot, as the Maker's Mark seemed not only unfamiliar to Laciel, but seemed to be of a style that was unlike anything he had seen before, hinting that it could be from ancient era's long forgotten by time, or even countries unbeknownst to their world.

 

[Sludgemouth]

Location:inn
nearby: everyone in the inn
status: grossing people out
speaking to: Yaboymiller

"So your a traveler too huh? What is it that you trade?"

Nero was in the middle of ravenously devouring his meal of fried venison when Bethethel's next round of questions came. Nero stopped stuffing food in his mouth long enough to actually finish chewing; grease dripped off of his chin in obscene fashion, and the other patrons were grateful for the pause in squelching noises coming from Nero's eating.

"Eh...the dead. Dead things, I hunt whatever furbearers, or magical beasts I think I can take down on my own. Then kill 'em, eat 'em, and sell the crafty bits. I mostly follow the herds, and times like this where I turn up in civilization are about a once a year type thing. Once I ditch whatever goods I think I can sell, I'll be back in the wilds, unless something awful happens." Nero stared suspiciously at Bethethel. "...What is it that you, y'know do?"

 

[Yaboymiller]

Location: local inn

Bethethel Sunbreaker

​

Bethethel looked at Nero as he used his ox tail to point at Nero's chin. "You have something right there." he told the man before Nero explained what he did. Bethethel thought it quite odd that someone could live away from civilization for a long time, only to show up one time of the year. When Nero asked him what he did with a suspicious look Bethethel felt slightly uncomfortable. "I guess, you could say I'm an adventurer and bounty hunter. I usually travel to different inns looking for work. Why do you ask?"

Sludgemouth

 

[marshmarrow]

Shit. How did she end up lost when she was barely a mile out of town?

The forest was dark and eerily quiet, even at midday. When entering mysterious woods, one must have sense enough to walk on the cleared path. But the path here was overgrown and invisible at times to someone who came from a place without so many trees. Sadika squinted, looking for clearings or creeks--anything she could use to get a sense of direction. A forest this dense must have a protector watching over it, so why hadn't she seen any shrines or altars dedicated to it? No landmarks, no sunlight, no animals... this place was either sacred or infernal.

The sniper pressed onward, feeling the hollow pang of hunger in her gut and an itchy dryness in her throat. No animals to hunt or water to drink. The only soul she could see was her equine companion, who leaned more toward the silent type. She looked upwards at the canopy of entwined branches. It was unlikely she would die of exposure in this temperate climate, but whatever deity watched over this place, good or evil, was certainly laughing at her.

Feeling light-headed, Sadika sank down against the trunk of a tree, holding her head. Although slightly uncomfortable, she hadn't expected to feel like this only after a few minutes. Blearily, she looked around, and took note of how hazy the forest floor had become. A thick, grayish-lavender fog had accumulated at the bases of the trees, coming up to her knees. It was accompanied by a sickeningly sweet smell, like if she had tried to cover up the smell of a sitting corpse with perfume.

Sadika's head pounded, and it was suddenly hard for her to breathe. The shallow feeling of regret for taking a detour along her route back home became a heavy sense of dread washing over her, as she was coming face to face with her fragile mortality. In her confusion, her mount bolted, taking along with it any food or water she might have stored with her load of munitions.

She groaned, her heading turning into splitting agony as black flecks swam before her eyes. How many miles was she from the closest town? Two? Ten? Could she run from this? Did she have a chance of survival? Her poison-addled brain was in full-on panic mode, and Sadika willed herself to stagger upright, leaning heavily on the sturdy oak she had collapsed against. She was literally up to her neck in toxic fog, and she only made it a few steps before crashing to the ground. Shivering and sweating, she held tight to her mask, trying to filter out any further poison she would inhale. Her grip on consciousness was slipping, however, and she could only manage to close her eyes before her body was raked in pain.

She stopped moving as a final sigh slipped past her lips. The fog slowly retreated, the sunlight shined brightly, and birds began to chirp and sing as if nothing had happened.

On the ground was a man, or maybe a woman, who was curled up next to the bright red-brick path that cut straight through the peaceful woods as if in sleep, although it was hard to tell beneath their mask.

 

[Sludgemouth]

Location: inn
Status: amused
Speaking to: Yaboymiller

"I guess, you could say I'm an adventurer and bounty hunter. I usually travel to different inns looking for work. Why do you ask?"

Nero had caught a sense of unease coming from Bethethel as he replied. Nero thought this, and The beastman's sudden evasiveness was odd, but normal to Nero was often raving mad to everyone else, so he didn't see why it couldn't go the other way. Also, Nero found no small amount of amusement that even the kin beasts were weirded out by him. Nero wiped his chin with the sleeve of his robe and grinned, revealing pointed teeth.

"Quid pro quo, that's all. Information's not free, so you can't rightfully expect to ask me about myself without me passing it right back to you. That's something we all trade." Nero gestured in grand fashion to the other patrons in the inn, to accentuate his point.

 

[Mistory]

Nodding to the words of the group, he glanced down at the broken blade, staring at the mark. Find the maker, maybe find the owner...
After a moment he put the blade away, it vanishing beneath his cloak.
"a man who summons monsters? Yes...such a man may have some form of knowledge of the arcane aswell...this is a man i must speak. Might I accompany you? I gladly offer my aide along the way?"
Nearby:
Computing Magus
Miserable Alchemist
LegoLad659
SpartinM06
Open for interaction

 

[Yaboymiller]

Location: inn
Mention: Sludgemouth

Bethethel Sunbreaker

​

"Fair enough." Bethethel replied as he looked at Nero's teeth, to realize he has Sharp teeth just like himself. " Then maybe you have news on any jobs that have to be done. It's been a while since I've been mister hunting, and I feel like of I don't go adventuring soon my combat will get a bit lacking." He explained to the man. Bethethel was always a fan of fighting and testing fighting will. May be this man he was talking to was also.

 

[Computing Magus]

Location: Carriage line
Status: In passive relief
Mentions: Lilit (( Miserable Alchemist )), Laciel (( SpartinM06 )), Olivia (( LegoLad659 )), and ??? (( Mistory ))

It seems the mystery person chose to accompany them, in search of the summoner Laciel and Olivia were after. They're also keen in assisting the group if ever trouble may arise their direction. Miyarkus was unsure of their exact expertise, but nonetheless they should prove valuable in their trip. If they don't find their answer, then they can go on their own way.

Miyarkus proceeded to hire the carriage tenders by himself, since they should have been well on their way to their adventure already, however they shuffle arround to their own carriages as soon as the dragonkin stepped near. One blubbering carriage tender stepped towards Miyarkus hesitantly, as if expecting to be cruelly clawed. With difficulty, he explained they've "overheard" of the unusual group's conversation, and are preparing one of their larger transports to send them there. Laciel wasn't the first to be sent to deal with the summoner (the intent passing through Miyarkus' thoughts), so the north travel was familiar to them, hand in hand with the quest. Without waiting for much longer, one of the more impressive carriages have left the stable, and the carriage tender beckons them to enter. It was more of a trailer, it's roofs and sides covered with white cloth, but it was definitely much larger inside. Without waiting for the others, Miyarkus enters, taking the seat nearest the entrance.

 

[LegoLad659]

Olivia climbed in just behind Miyarkus, having not said a word through the whole encounter. At first out of caution, and now out of embarrassment, after hearing the man's peaceful intentions. She may not have been so quick to act if Laciel hadn't been alarmed... She sat down next to Miyarkus, still silent with her face a little red.

Computing Magus Miserable Alchemist SpartinM06 Mistory

Finally. The group had significantly increased in size, annoyingly enough, but they were finally ready to leave. Catherine emerged from the alley as the group entered, ready to follow them on foot from out of sight "You shouldn't stand there for so long. Some people might get the wrong idea." She addressed the man with her, as she started walking away.

Arrogant Menace

 

[SpartinM06]

LegoLad659 Computing Magus Miserable Alchemist Mistory Arrogant Menace

Laciel nodded to their new companion. He had misjudged. This person was not there to slay them, and he truly believed that now. He stowed his shield back on his back and turned to the mystery person.

"I am Laciel. And I apologize for the way I acted. For 6 years Iv had to keep an eye out for random people attacking me. My instincts told me you were dangerous. They were wrong. But I would be happy to have you come with. I have a feeling you would be most valuable to us on our adventure."

With that Laciel looked over towards Miyarkus who had hired a carriage. A large one. He walked over and dropped a sum of coppers into the carriage owners hands and then climbed on.

"Miyarkus, good choice of carriage. This is nice and large! Plenty of room!" He took a seat next to Miyarkus and began to recount his stories of being in Mithral Hall. He starts with a story of an auction where Laciel was auctioning off a masterwork sword and it ended up getting robbed.