Fantasy Legends of Xeria

[Mistory]

The figure gave a slight bow. Being cloaked as he was, A nod may not suffice.
"no harm done, sir. Glad to come to an understanding"

He watched as the crew climbed aboard, and gave an apologetic bow to the driver.

"apologies if I frightened you"

As he climbed aboard after the group, he took a seat near the back. He had become aware of his...chilling aura, and thought best to give the small group some space.

"I thank you for allowing my company. I am called Alden. It is a pleasure"

 

[Miserable Alchemist]

Lilit entered the carriage with a sigh. Taking a seat on the same row but with some distance from the cloaked figure, she brushed some of her hair back before crossing her arms and legs. Berating the cloaked figure, or rather Alden, was no longer something she felt any inclination to do. Instead, she merely turned her head a little so that she could face the figure directly. "And I'm Lilit," she offered a brief introduction before continuing, "just don't provoke others, accidentally or not, and we're all good here." Breaking into a fight with a less understanding group because of two who appeared to lack certain senses of social awareness was far from her ideal so watching over the group with care might become necessary.

Location: Carriage
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[Divon]

Iesteth Northwind

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Current Setting: Local Inn (Vegera)
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Vegera -- the thunderous caw of massing seagulls that littered the port town was enough to discern the location, rather than the rising silhouettes of its buildings.
Iesteth hasn't been here personally before, but she's heard the stories told by wary travellers that smelt of the salty sea and sun-baked skin. An important note that resonated with almost all of the idle conversation about Vegera was "Don't feed the bloody seagulls".

When she had arrived at the gates that led entry to the seaside town, she was slightly surprised on amount of people that were roaming about. It was fewer than she had expected especially for a trading hotspot, but atleast this time she didn't have to bump against shoulders whenever she returned to civilisation. With grace like a passing breeze, Iesteth glided past a couple of, what she assumed to be, adventurers. A pale eye was intrigued by a rather tall reptile, his red scales glinting against the hot sun. Dragon scales were such uncommon ingredients and it was no wonder as their properties could create such strong enhancements, let alone magical effects. Iesteth brushed aside the thought -- indeed, they were hard to come by but so were the sights of humanoid dragonkin.

She briefly treasured the image before a disturbing and unbidden memory resurfaced of a reptilian humanoid that she once knew. A troubled hand gently stroked the pouch that was secured tightly around her waist.
When she somehow found herself near the docks, her gaze wandered over the seemingly endless cerulean blue. She tried to marvel at how the sea sparkled and flashed as the sun bounced off its waves, but her mind was pre-occupied about Mordecai.

Iesteth's pointed ears twitched as the rising bumbling of passer-bys managed to pull her away from her mindless musings. Such thinking were for the road, not in a busy street.

She needed to restock on her supplies...and perhaps some bedrest will do her well. The grasses of the wild can be as soft as a mattress, but oddly enough they didn't offer her that homely feel like an inn would. She decided to ask for directions to an inn on foot as she wanted to feel the grains of sands that peppered the cobblestone pathways on her feet. It itched a little when a few got stuck between the nooks of her toes and she giggled quietly at her attempts on getting rid of the pesky sand.
Iesteth was quick to converse with a few locals, a dwarven man with a fierce salt and pepper beard and a lanky half-elf, which both confused her with their opposing directions to an inn. Eventually they agreed on one serviceable joint that most would frequent as it furthest away from the trading riff-raff and stench of marine life, and Iesteth gave them her thanks -- her words of gratitude echoing slightly as if she was in a cave.

The towering shack that was the recommended inn had walls that looked almost as worn as the wooden planks of the dockside. But the warm light and soft hum-drum of chatter within it drew her in like a moth to a flame. Iesteth resumed levitating slightly off the ground as she elbowed the door open, and a trail of sand was left by her as she carefully but expertly headed towards the bar. Her eyes, as they like to do, happily wandered on the compatriots currently lounging about. The longest look she took was at the the fairy bobbing about a smaller figure with recognisable protrusions coming from her head -- antlers? She was also surrounded by two taller figures, a comely man and another half-elf, however he was littered with dark scales and horns that framed his face.

Iesteth's hand subconsciously patted the pouch by her side, another reminder made by another reptilian sight.

The Air Genasi quickly grabbed a seat at the bar, and another quick glance was taken at the other two that had made themselves comfortable there. However a bit less interested this time as she signalled the barkeep for his attention.

"Yeah, hold on. There's only a pair of hands working here this evenin'--" The barkeep said, not unkindly.
"It is not so packed yet though. I'm sure you are doing great," Iesteth remarked, a few of her words almost trickling off into whispers as if multiple breezes were whistling by.

The barkeep quirked a brow at her speech but remained concentrated on his task as he placed a steaming plate of potatoes and roasted pork in front of the two customers she'd glimpsed.

"I'm doin' the best I can, 'specially when the other pair of helpin' hands was supposed to be here ten minutes ago," He sighed as he shook his head and dusted off his hands.
"Any-fuckin'-how, You look like you need a bit of help too -- need some meat on them bones, miss?"

Iesteth waved her hand airily and a gentle wind toyed with the barkeep's apron.
"I have had my meals for today, thank you. I rather look forward to a long rest. How much is one night?" She rummaged through the pockets within her robe for a couple of coins, as the barkeep clicked his tongue.
"Oh I'm sorry miss, but this inn's fully occupied. There'll probably be some free rooms down by the Sailor's Respite near the docks, if you don't mind the stink of fish."

Iesteth paused her search and her shoulders sagged slightly. However her face remained polite and she gave the barkeep a tight yet earnest smile for his service.
"Ah, that is...unfortunate. I was just by the docks. Well, it cannot be helped. Thanks."

The Barkeep offered her apologetic look before returning to his duties, and Iesteth was left alone to her thoughts on the bar stool.
She could go back to the docks and check the Sailor's Respite after all.

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[Computing Magus]

After a minute of interesting storytelling and introducing themselves to Alden, the carriage suddenly began moving and finally got a move on for their journey up north. The sounds of hooves and the speed of their carriage means they'll be here for a while, so they are gonna have a long time on their hands. It was the afternoon so they'll probably arrive at dusk, at most. It was a cozy, large carriage where the breeze still enters but the sunshine doesn't prickle their skin.

After a few hours, stones and dirt made the progress towards north slower and less comfortable. At one point, the carriage nearly fell sideways, saved by the miraculous crash back to the other side. It was quite the irritating sensation, but the driver continued on. After a while, it seems that they have managed to arrive at a much smoother road, void of any bumps that threaten to harm their carriage's comfort. If one listens closely, you can hear... splashes and tides. It seems you were near the coast.

"Ay, peer on out. The towers over yonder." a rough voice belonging to the driver said, and if one looks out one of the small open windows, there it was; a lone tower surrounded by dead, lifeless trees. There was crows squawking in groups, and if it wasn't so dark from the break of dusk, you could probably see the bats hanging upside-down from the branches. The open, orange sunset from the sea far behind the group will disappear soon, once the sun finally sinks, so it is probably best to get a move on towards the woods before total darkness overwhelms the group.

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[Archon]

A thunderous crash bathed the sky in red, a streak of blood lightning threatening to split the sky open with deafening sound. A deep thrumming assaulted Zara's ears as her vision blurred into a haze of lustful desire, she'd been walking for hours... days? Time became an abstract concept when you come to terms with potential immortality, but hunger wasn't a concept. Hunger was a demand from an inner beast, a whispy voice uttering degraded suggestions to quench that unending thirst. The woman mentally chastised herself for not feeding on animals beforehand, she'd overestimated her speed, and now on the fragile borders of a blood frenzy, she found herself just moments away from the seaside village of Vegera. A blessing an a curse, for the collective caw of seagulls promised an abundance of mangy food. It wasn't graceful, it wasn't even filling, but it was better than pouncing on some local man and having a horde of angry peasants out for her blood, as opposed to the other way around.

Slipping into a transparent cloak, the woman continued to battle the mental assault her mind forced upon her body, she used what conscious energy she yet possessed to dash with inhuman speed through the winding back alleys of the town. Each moment, each tormenting second, she inched closer to salvation. Until there she stood, peering off into the distant horizon, the waves bouncing magnificently across the seas, Zara gripped the crossbow at her side, a combination of experience, natural talent, and supernatural boons, allowed her to shower half a flock of seagulls in a bloody mess before the rest could take flight. Under normal circumstances, she'd scan the surroundings with zeal. But the bloodthirst threatened to dominate her mind, throwing caution to the wind Zara darted to the assortment of slaughtered seagulls and give way to her desires.

A flurry of fangs and nails, gnawing and drinking to her hearts content. The seagull song was much less prominent now, and Zara considered herself bless that such a carnage wasn't witnessed by a stray sailor or fisherman. Nevertheless, she washed the blood and grime from her face using the ocean's gentle touch, before shoveling the broken bird carcasses into a similar embrace. All evidence to be swept away by the tides. She shut her eyes tightly and exhaled a sigh of relief, chest heaving from a combination of former ravenous hunger and erratic nerves, she felt drained, and despite her condition, Zara still enjoyed the comforts of a bed, and refused to conform to something as crude as a coffin. Naturally, her next destination was the local Inn. The blood clinging to her form was easily explained away as wolves or bandits.

Stepping threw the Inn's door, Zara pulled the hood tighter over her face, hoping the thirst had left her eyes, approaching the bar with a determined stride, she placed - or slammed - a coin purse down, absently staring off to the door. "Room for the night." She stated, agitated by former events.

Though fate conspired to elate that state, the Innkeep glanced briefly to the woman he'd last spoke to, before fixing Zara with a sympathetic, but slightly nervous smile. "Apologies Miss, as I was just saying to this kind Lady, the Inn's all booked up, busy night you see... But there's a pl - "

"WHAT?" Zara's hand darted out briefly and almost clutched the man's collar, an act of animalistic instinct, once she became aware of her own movement, she slammed her fist on the counter instead, a strike that left a dent. Even a bloodrinking ex-rogue could feel guilt over a moment of haste, the man was just trying to help and had no lodgings to offer, it wasn't his fault. "It's just - I'm sorry, long day. You know how it is." Turning to depart, Zara mentally sighed at her own stupidity, the Innkeep's face plastered in fear and concern. "Here, to cover the damages." She remarked, dropping the pouch before the man. Her day just got worse, if she didn't rest before daybreak the sun would sap every ounce of strength she had.
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[Sludgemouth]

Location: inn
Nearby: gloomy awriternamedian idalie Divon
Speaking to: Yaboymiller
Reacting to: Archon
Status: confusion, shock, surprise

Nero stared at Bethethel, confusion plainly written across his face.

"Jobs? What is that like a thing now, we're subcontracting extreme camping? Like, hunting is just a food source-" A single loud bang from the other side of the bar cut Nero off as he visibly recoiled from the noise. "AH! Fuck, what wuzzat!?" It was clear that despite his posturing and wordplay, he was quite nervous, though the reason why was unclear.

Fight or flight reflex was an inaccurate statement when referring to Nero, for him it would be better known as the fight and flight reflex. To the keen observer this tendency was evident as ribbons of bladed wire danced across his hands briefly before disappearing, despite Nero's obvious shock and surprise.

 

[Divon]

Iesteth Northwind

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Current Setting: Local Inn (Vegera)
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The emergence of a somewhat hostile customer caused Iesteth to quickly slip off her bar stool to distance herself for good measure. She'd had her fair share of rowdy clientele, even coming so far to experience attempts of theft that were borne out of frustration when their haggling weren't so successful. But when she watched the disheveled woman drop a pouch full of, what she assumed to be coins from the multitude of clinking metal, she regained composure and so had the wind that lightly tousled her ghostly locks and traveling garb.

Iesteth quirked a pale brow at the exclaimed surprise from the other seated compatriots and she couldn't help a small, though cheeky, smile dance across her lips. A somewhat exaggerated reaction, but who was she to judge? Atleast the woman seemed to show remorse for her misbehaviour. Not everyone can do that, unfortunately.

Iesteth raised a finger towards the retreating blonde as she tried to gather words to say. She made awkward eye-contact with the slightly bewildered barkeep and he only gave her a shrug before happily taking the money.

"Ah wait please! Just a second," Iesteth began as she cautiously glided after the other woman. "You did not let the barkeep finish his sentence, I think. If you too are wondering where to stay for a night's rest he recommends the inn near the dock's called the Sailor's Respite."
Every few words trailed off into airy whispers that would almost unsettle the extremely cowardly yet fascinate the curious, as if ghosts were speaking; and the dock's name ended up echoing a few times.

She made sure to stay a safe distance away, but not far enough to allow the woman to be offended. Iesteth recalled her learned expertise upon conversing with numerous colourful folk, and wanted to tread carefully yet still offer a friendly air. Literally and figuratively speaking.

"I am about to head that way myself, so is it okay if we end up going there together?"

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[idalie]

Hunslaus Heinrich Visscher​

It wasn't long before the inn was visited by varying personalities piling in amongst the patrons who eyed the strangers over tankards of ale. A messy eater of a man accompanied by some traveller and two women. One elvish albeit not any sort of elf Hunslaus could recognise, the other a human from what he managed to glimpse. Both asked for a place to stay, neither was granted the pleasure of having somewhere decent to sleep. The Paladin stood rather quickly at the hooded woman's outburst, breaking away from his former companions to move closer to both newcomers. Hun glanced back, pausing with an apologetic half-bow, tucking an arm across his abdomen. "I'll be back, just a moment if you will."

Weaving along the counter, past the foul-mouthed cry of surprise, Visscher approached both women -- now conversing. Maybe a little late on the front of an offer, nevertheless, one he was still inclined to give out of some partial responsibility he felt. His plates gave an entertaining chime as he paused behind the pale Genasi to clear his throat. "I -- apologise first, for the interruption," He motioned toward them, tucking an arm behind his back. "But I couldn't help but overhear you're having trouble finding somewhere to sleep, I was going suggest you visit the temple. Prudentia smiles well on those needing shelter. It's warm, and I promise there's no such thing as preaching to every stranger who passes our hearth. I only hear that the Sailor's Respite is a rowdier place where the dock workers drink, but I haven't been here long enough to see for myself. Whatever path you take, I wish you good luck and a long rest." The Paladin moved his palm to lay over his heart, inclining his head forward.

Hunslaus was one of the few who thought that each good deed paved the way for a better world. He had his turmoils, but to be selfless in the face of annihilation was a pillar of his prayers. Good men were few and far between in a pessimists eyes, but to the followers of divinity, good existed everywhere. Shards and glimmers of hope, faith, retribution and forgiveness. To die with the last action being to save another was Bellum's wish. They prayed for a righteous death, a death which held meaning, no matter how small. Yet, even the divine could become corrupted, as unfortunate as it sounded. The Pantheon of Gods Hunslaus and the temple worshipped, were no strangers to death as they were life. One had to understand there must be balance, a cycle, not even the Gods were perfect. They suffered and the suffering was to protect mankind. Payment was promised, and payment was received with every passing and rewarded at the cries of a newborn.

There were things, and people, worth protecting. The human race was a collective and actions impacted actions. The large paladin towered, eyes gazing in a soft bear-ish manner as he waited for their answers in his polite, humble way. A gentle giant if any was to be described, for the Jotun, long ago would sit atop mountains to protect the world for millennia at a time. Yet no one wept for the elders passing, falling asleep in the mountains and causing the earth to tremble from each breath they took. It was ancient and precious, but the new age would wipe everything old sooner or later, for co-existing in times as these shook the human understanding. Violence was oft a catalyst of alteration and men knew nothing but anger in the heat of rage.

Location: Local Inn
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[LegoLad659]

Olivia climbed out of the carriage, thanking the driver for their time before looking towards the dark forest "So this is it... Even without a magical affinity, you can just tell something's wrong with this place..." She commented, noting the dead trees "Are you sure this is the place, Laciel?"

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[Archon]

The polite call for pause grabbed Zara's attention, who turned - albeit reluctantly - to face, what she surmised, to be an elf. Despite her willingness to evade the public eye, Zara was both exhausted and desperate, drawbacks further worsened by her unfamiliarity with the seaside village. Besides, the woman seemed friendly enough. Zara's former hard gaze softened at the request, even under normal circumstances, there was something very relaxing about the girl's mannerisms. If Zara didn't know any better, she'd assume magic was at play, though with the whispy hue her words carried, perhaps that was the case. "Honestly?" She replied with a nonchalant shrug, "I'd be glad for the company." A half-truth at best. As opposed to popular belief, vampires did in fact feel loneliness in isolation. At least Zara did. Being able to talk to somebody, if only for 5 minutes, was a necessary blessing to stay sane, on the otherhand, it invited a multitude of risks, be it herself, her secret, or more external threats such as...

Perking up abruptly, Zara was caught offguard by the imposing male figure now towering beside them. An encumbering nausea settled deep within the pit of her stomach, the glistening armour encompassing his frame threatened to burn her very eyes, kind well-meaning words offering aid and shelter at the Temple. There was no mistake. A Paladin. Here. The woman didn't know whether to mentally curse the Gods or laugh at their sense of humour, she was one spark away from discovery, and with the ordeal of her former trials fresh on her psyche, she was in no condition to flee, let alone fight. "A gracious offer, but unless the Temple sells ale, I think the Sailor's Respite is a grander location for me." Zara stated with feigned indifference, averting her eyes from the Paladin, attempting to pull the hood further down subtly. "Besides, I'm not the religious type. Better that the Temple aid those more... deserving." Her words were laced with nervous energy, her best efforts to come across diplomatic and calm had failed, instead she was an erratic mess of fried nerves.

Though unintentional, Zara couldn't help but gaze at the elf in an almost pleading manner. Being roped into a conversation with what could be their death had a tendency to make one desperate, every second that passed was just inciting suspicion, at best the man may figure her for a common rogue or vagrant, at worst... Well, it was a matter best ignored in the event of trying to maintain focus.

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[gloomy]

Xenos Pyre​

Xenos' eyes locked onto the fauns for a brief moment, gold clashing with green, before his hues flickered to the door. His peripheral vision was becoming crowded as more and more figures entered the inn. The half-elf, subconsciously, began to shrink into himself. He didn't fancy being surrounded by so many foreign faces. His stomach felt as if a wolf had began mauling at his insides; in other words, his nerves were getting the better of him. The pointed tips of his ears began to droop as he nodded at Hunslaus, who had excused himself to go speak to two women. One looked to be a human, although her hood was shrouding her face so it was hard to make out her features. The other was much easier to ascertain: an ethereal being that looked to be the mix of an elf and a genasi - air, perhaps?
Xenos, finding Hunslaus to be the only friendly face in the inn at the moment, began to gravitate towards him. He ducked his head politely to the faun, muttering a 'good day' before shifting his way through the strangers to get beside the tall man. He wanted to leave, and he was sure that his uncomfortable demeanor made that fact very clear. But the dark elf had agreed to help the Paladin, and Xenos wasn't one to go back on his word. The elf's golden hues moved from the inn floor up to Hunslaus' face, then over to the two women he had approached. Xenos was able to get a better look at the the other half-elf now, scanning her over as he scratched at the scales on his chin. He noted the way she hardly touched the floor beneath her, floating just right above the worn wood. An air genasi, he was sure of it now.
"Hunslaus," he began, keeping his eyes on the elf for, probably, moments longer than needed. He was staring, which was considered rude in socially acceptable standards. Although to be fair, Xenos was very unsocial, so his care for acceptability and polite mannerisms wasn't of much importance; That, and he could really only focus on getting as far away from the inn as possible. "I really do think we should be heading out if we want to make it to Kadavul before dark. It's a quarter of a days walk... at least." The Witch Doctor finally finished his sentence, his attention fully on the human Paladin now. He showed no interest in whatever conversation Hunslaus was having with the two women moments before him. He tugged at one of his own horns, his sharp features, though attempting to stay cold and casual, held an underlying appearance of discontent.
Location: Inn
Mentions: idalie awriternamedian Divon Archon

 

[Divon]

Iesteth Northwind

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Current Setting: Local Inn (Vegera)​

Before she was able to voice her gratitude at the woman's acceptance of brief companionship, there was a shift in the air behind her. Slightly perturbed but not exactly feeling threatened, Iesteth adjusted her position to the side so she was able to see the newcomer to their conversation. It was the comely man she had discerned mere minutes ago. How he was well-equipped with protective armour made her first assume that he may be a kind of townsguard or a veteran adventurer, though at the mention of a another place to stay -- a temple, no less -- she coined him as, luckily, a helpful and considerate compatriot with a fondness for the Gods. Although towering over herself and the other woman, his presence proved more to be an odd reassurance rather than imposing to her. This was quite a pleasant inn, it was a shame she could not rent a room within it.

"Prudentia smiles well on those needing shelter. It's warm, and I promise there's no such thing as preaching to every stranger who passes our hearth. I only hear that the Sailor's Respite is a rowdier place where the dock workers drink, but I haven't been here long enough to see for myself. Whatever path you take, I wish you good luck and a long rest."

Iesteth's pale blue fingers became interlaced in interest.
"That does sound as a more promising place to rest..." She murmured as her eyes began to wander around the Inn rather focusing on the small gathering.

Iesteth was fascinated by faith, particularly how admirably passionate clerics and holy knights were when they spoke about their patrons. She herself was not bound to a specific religion, but was amused at the occasional reminder of the Gods' omniscient presence; the heavenly and the damned. After all, good tales come in different forms. But at times, after conversations with the holy, she wondered if there were a single divine or a multitude of them playing with the events in her life; setting her up with companions to only take them away without her knowing why. Her father seldom mentioned their kind's deity (or if they truly even had one), but he usually mentioned the "winds of fate"; It was poetic to her when she had been younger, but now it seemed as if it was just a pun.

"A gracious offer, but unless the Temple sells ale, I think the Sailor's Respite is a grander location for me."

The Air Genasi cocked her head to the side as she watched the woman's face disappear further into her hood. Iesteth believed her even with only a short time of observation, the woman would probably feel within her comfort zone surrounded by other unruly folk. She won't attract much attention if that was what she wanted.

"Besides, I'm not the religious type. Better that the Temple aid those more... deserving."

"But this man did say that this Prudentia smiled well on those who are seeking shelter. And we are seeking shelter. I think we deserve it too, rest is essential after all." Iesteth spoke a little slowly as she pieced her words together, and in doing so made the trailing airy whispers more prominent. With a subtle bite of her tongue, she prevented herself on adding a short advertisement about one of her products -- it wasn't exactly time for that.

"Do you not think a temple is safer than an inn of drunken sea-men? As much as I give myself credit for my awareness, I do not think I can be at ease in my sleep if there is a chance one would come breaking into my room thinking it is their own."
But as her seemingly unfocused eyes made brief contact with the other woman's, Iesteth felt a pang of empathy at her deep discomfort. She was looking at this superficially (though she is reasonably tired, albeit not yet visibly), and she managed to discern that there may be personal baggage with the woman regarding religious locations.

"I would have loved to accompany you but as I have mentioned briefly, I am not as skilled as you seem to look on protecting myself. Even more so when I am not feeling my best. So I think I will see to this temple first. But if it is the same scenario as this, maybe we will cross paths again." Iesteth offered her a sympathetic smile, one she would give to departing customers that failed to purchase things she lacked.

Before she could further inquire for directions for the temple, the horned half-elf she had also seen earlier approached their small gathering with a quiet reminder to the burly man. Iesteth subconsciously thanked her estranged mother for the excellent hearing she'd managed to inherit, and she could barely manage to hear the essence of haste.
And then Iesteth caught the unique half-elf's investigative gaze, and she drew in a quick breath, as if the sound of a passing wind had just stopped suddenly.

"--Ah it seems that you are in a hurry, so thank you for your help..Mr Hunslaus? I think I can find my own way to the temple."
Iesteth hoped her slight change in demeanour was unnoticeable. It's become a rather hindering reflex whenever she personally encounters a reptilian kind, even if they were a half, a quarter -- fortunately she had not seen an offended one yet whenever she did this.

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[Yaboymiller]

Bethethel Sunbreaker

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Getting slightly spooked by the sudden slam on the counter, Bethethel looked behind him as he saw the female leave a hole in the counter. A female that strong could only mean one thing, she's a vampire. Bethethel was never to fond of vampires, considering he was ambushed by them a few months back. "Talk about strength." Bethethel replied with a laugh. "But I see your point with the whole job thing. I probably shouldn't have asked you."

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[Computing Magus]

Location: Forest Outskirts, near Mystery Tower
Status: In reluctant curiosity
Mentions: Lilit (( Miserable Alchemist )), Laciel (( SpartinM06 )), Olivia (( LegoLad659 )), and Alden (( Mistory ))

The carriage ride was quite the trip, he began to regret choosing to travel all the way to Vegera by foot. It wasn't as bad as he thought, aside from the occasional rough terrain, but otherwise, you get to sit and listen to others tell stories and information and that's more than enough. Miyarkus knew he'd have to get his own carriage some day. It makes travelling quite so simple. Miyarkus grew to respect horses more.

Suddenly, the carriage came to a halt, and the tender seems to be pointing out something on the horizon towards the woods. A tower with a dark blue, tiled roof and grey cement bricks can be seen, albeit with difficulty due to the dark, and the other trees blocking the view. A single open window faces them from the top, but one can't see inside since it's too far to ascertain any details, and there seemed to be no light sources that was being used inside to illuminate its already far room. No use, the group will have to walk towards it, since the carriage tender said they can't continue any further. They'll wait here for them, but only for two hours. For Miyarkus, this was more than enough time to meet and greet the fellow magic user they were about to talk to and then return to Vegera for a well deserved rest.

"I'm more than sure ma'am, this is the only tower for miles. You have no idea how many travel through this place." The driver replied back to Olivia even if they weren't addressed. Miyarkus went first towards the woods without telling, branches and roots stopping him from running lest he trips and falls. They also snag on his robes a few times, and this was only a few seconds entering the forest. The trees hide croaking toads and squeaking bats, it could fill one's mind for a lifetime. If it wasn't for the calm, distant, sunset sea behind the group, this would be the scariest area Miyarkus has ever unknowingly stepped into. Knowing this wasn't gonna be worthwhile, he decided to wait for the group. They are able to still see Miyarkus through the dark, since he's not so far in yet.

"I believe we should head there soon. We have only a few hours to ask all the questions we need." Miyarkus hollers back to the group and proceeds, not waiting for them. It would roughly take a single person ten minutes to traverse through these woods, but it's manageable.

 

[LegoLad659]

Olivia nodded to the carriage driver "Understood. We'll be right back." She told him, not hesitating to follow behind Miyarkus, as she assumed the others wouldn't as well. As a deterrent, she channeled a small amount of Light magic through her staff, causing the gem to glow and illuminate any darkness that tried to deter them, as well as scare off any weak Dark element Monsters that may be hiding inside.

"Hm?" She said, as she thought she saw something enter the forest a distance away. It was too dark for her to see anything, but... Was that something blue...? Whatever it was, it seemed to be gone now, anyway.

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[SpartinM06]

Laciel thanked the driver and nodded at his answer to Olivia's question.

"If that's true then it has to be this one."

Laciel climbed out and watched Olivia cast her magic. He kind of wished he had that kind of magic every now and then. Olivia mentioned seeing something but Laciel didn't see it.

Then a thought occurred to him. The drivers had mentioned taking others to the tower before.

"Excuse me, you said youv taken people here before. Did any of them come back?" He asked. The answer would tell them a lot.

LegoLad659 Miserable Alchemist Mistory Computing Magus

 

[Computing Magus]

Location: Forest Outskirts, near Mystery Tower
Status: In wonder and awe
Mentions: Lilit (( Miserable Alchemist )), Laciel (( SpartinM06 )), Olivia (( LegoLad659 )), and Alden (( Mistory ))

Miyarkus could only control the situation so much for him to be able to avoid the stray branches and the scratching twigs. Before he had enough of the irritation, a bright light source illuminates from behind, unsuspectingly alarming Miyarkus to look behind. As it appears, Olivia seems to be able to manipulate a form of light source on the top of their staff. It was hard to look at since his eyes has conformed to the darkness, but it was still enough to halt the dragonkin to silently stare in awe at her sorcery, almost sitting before waving his tail behind him to check for spikey objects deduced that sitting would be a bad idea.

"Extraordinary..." Miyarkus stated in amazement, before slowly turning away from Olivia's magic and back towards the unbeaten path. Miyarkus did not seem observe anything peculiar hiding in the shadows, if there ever was. Miyarkus assumed that the others were following suit, not noticing that so far it was only him and Olivia who were in the woods.

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"What, didn't the quest giver tick you off? Also, I'm not the only one whose carriage is bringing people to this place, so I wouldn't know about this problem. 'S just that, rumors say the place is cursed or somethin'; again and again do we hear this request asking us to travel to this tower. I've only been here the first time I sent y'all, actually. I know dis area cuz you seriously coudn't miss it. Hey, if your friends don't know that, at least two of them have already entered da woods, so ya better be quick to follow or else ya lose 'em." The driver said the last part quickly to Laciel. There seems to be a lack of dragonkin and red heads in the group if anyone noticed. In the distance one can see a bright light slowly grazing through the woods. The driver wasn't wrong; Miyarkus and Olivia will reach the tower in mere moments, but the other three will have to even begin traversing the woods. It's gonna take them a while to reach their two friends in time before they reach the tower first, given the painful thorns of the flowers, large roots that seem to be made to trip people up, and large, path-obstructing shrubs. Speaking of your friends...

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Miyarkus has finally reached the oaken door, iron ring handle begging to be pulled, but the dragonkin opted to knock fiercely on the door with their fist, each impact sending bats fluttering away from the racket. Miyarkus tilts his head around, only beggining to realize the predicament.

"Miss Olivia, where might be the others? It seems they have lost us." Miyarkus asked, but before his companion could return him with information, there seems to be ominous footsteps travelling down what seems to be a wooden flight of stairs. Miyarkus expects their summoner person to arrive very soon.

 

[SpartinM06]

After turning around to see two of their friends missing, Laciel bolted after them. He didn't like the way things were looking. Seemed like something out of a book he might read. He pushed through the brush, breaking small branches as he passed and his armor clicking against itself lightly (scale mail for those of you thinking im in plate).

He stopped only for a moment when he looked up and saw the tower looming overhead. He gazed at it and he could swear he saw something pass a window. Then he heard something moving behind him. With a spin, he turned to face the noise but found nothing.

"Somethings not right here..." Laciel said to no one. He pulled out his shield and turned back around to the tower. He had to catch up to the group and soon.

Then he stopped once more. What about the other two? Does he go, or wait?

Go he decided. With that decision he continued his sprint to the tower.

LegoLad659 Miserable Alchemist Computing Magus Mistory

 

[Miserable Alchemist]

Lilit decided to get a move on, not bothering to respond to the carriage driver. From what she discerned, Miyarkus aside Olivia wasn't particularly fast. She was out of breath after Laciel dragged her around a bit, so her speed of walking when unhurried shouldn't have been terribly quick. She walked into the forest to give her other companions chase. At the very least, missing the large tower would basically be an impossibility so getting separated out here wouldn't be a big deal.

To speed up the process, she let loose some of her restraints. Namely, her energy drain became active once again. The flowers wilted. The roots grew thinner. The shrubs shriveled. She sucked the life force right out of her natural obstacles. "Haaah," Lilit let out a satisfied sounding breath, feeling re-energized. Her red eyes shining brightly, she continued to make her way towards the tower.

Location: Forest Outskirts, near Mystery Tower
Interaction: Computing Magus SpartinM06 LegoLad659 Mistory

 

[idalie]

Hunslaus Heinrich Visscher​

The hooded woman's refusal was met with understanding; the Paladin momentarily putting his hand on her shoulder for no less than a second in a comforting sense at the notice of her nervous behaviour and the tugging of her cloak -- like she'd prefer to disappear into the folds of the dark fabric. "Any soul, whether rich or poor, of the faith or against it, will always have a place to lay their head at the hearth of Roheus. But if your decision is made, traveller, I can do no more but wish you all the best and offer a blessing. May you be safe, wherever it is you find yourself." Visscher moved from one foot to the other, floorboards creaking beneath him as he faced the elf, her ghostly appearance only emphasising the grace of her smaller movements.

"The temple is a quiet place, warm, good for contemplation. It's quite young in its construction and this town is small without the merchants coming through, we always have space." Hunslaus assured until his attention was captured by the figure of Xenos who'd materialised by his side. Leaning in to hear the quiet remark, Hunslaus gave a small nod and glanced back toward Iesteth. "I've made two promises, and I intend to fulfil both." He smiled, corners of his eyes creasing. "Our hearth isn't far from here and I would be a bad host if I were to not take the young Miss," Visscher gave a gentle clap on the dark elf's back. "It'll take no time at all, Xenos. You could accompany or stay here until I return."

Clearing his throat, he gestured openly to Iesteth once more. "On the other hand, my lady, me and my acquaintance here are making a quick visit to a vendor of herbs. An alchemist of sorts?" He looked to Xenos for a confirmation, "You could come with us if you have any wish to stock up, but otherwise you may be too fatigued and I'll lead you straight to the temple gates -- whichever plan may suit either of you, there's always time." It could be said his balancing act came out of the desperate need to keep the peace as all holy men desired to, however, Hunslaus was a man of his word. It wasn't easily that he would brush off the help of strangers or be the one to offer it. Nevertheless, the situation he was caught in, Hun believed to be simply solved. And it would be, under a patient gaze and calm tongue.

Even then, between decisions, Hunslaus sighed and again looked to the girl in her heavy hood. "And you, remember, the Sailor's Respite is no place to let down your guard."

Location: Local Inn
Mentions: gloomy Divon Archon

 

[Archon]

Perhaps a natural reaction for a woman of her profession, but the Paladin's offer of comfort was met with hesitance and caution, her arm recoiling slightly as if his touch was laced with poison. Even as calming words aimed to sooth her agitation, she couldn't help but squirm under his unintentionally oppressive presence. Still, despite her distress, the steelclad preacher's demeanor instilled some small measure of fleeting peace. He seemed to be of the good sort - a rare commodity within most Holy Orders - but one Zara was grateful for; though it made him no less dangerous. Regaining composure at this small comfort, the woman folded her arms and straightened her back.

"I won't deny that the temple is a far wiser choice. And far warmer, for that matter. But I'm afraid I would feel out of sorts in such a place." She replied with a respectful bow of the head, eyes still averted, before turning on her heel to face her former-companion-to-be. "It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance -- no matter how brief." A pang of disappointment gnawed at Zara's already rattled emotional state, isolation was a territory she'd long since conquered. She would endure more. But it wouldn't be in this particular inn. Though unknown to her beforehand, the woman spied the appearance of another elf, with small horns decorating his head, urging the Paladin to depart. Sensing the time for change, she brought her idling to an end. Spinning on leather-clad toes, she once again tinkered with the hood guarding her face. The abrupt march to to the Inn door halted by further words, her lips twitching into a slight smirk. "I never let down my guard, Paladin.", she turned back to face him, "You'd be wise to do the same."

Whilst she wasn't in the habit of dramatically exiting taverns following ominous comments, even vampires were entitled to exploit a bit of irony, should the situation arise. Though now she was back upon the desolate filth-ridden streets of Vegera without lodgings or rest. The Sailor's Respite wasn't held in high-esteem and the Temple was off limits, she cursed her rotten luck, that she even considered slinking off into the nearest tomb was a testimant to her desperation. Then again... slinking in the shadows always was her greatest gift, the Paladin and elf lady both captured her curiosity. Why not indulge in such a thing for once?

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[Computing Magus]

Location: Forest Outskirts, near Mystery Tower
Status: In sudden danger
Mentions: Lilit (( Miserable Alchemist )), Laciel (( SpartinM06 )), Olivia (( LegoLad659 )), and Alden (( Mistory ))

The door creaks slowly open, revealing a tiny man under the hood of their dark, tattered robes. They seemed to have lighted a candle, so the it was simple enough to observe their features. They hold onto their staff like a cane, supporting themselves from what seems to be an arched back. You can't see much of their face under their hood, but their long, ugly nose, unbraided grey beard and malevolent laughter isn't exactly the most welcoming of appearances. They seem to survey the dragonkin and the red-hair quickly from head to toe, then laughs once more. At this point, Miyarkus was not sure whether to greet himself to the wizened wizard. They appear to be so... dangerous. His instincts is telling him that this was a person with ill intentions, but wasn't Laciel associated with this person, so as to visit them?

Without warning, something gigantic picks up the two adventurers by the collars of their robes. With a bit of a struggle, one can see under the pale moonlight and the candle inside the base of the tower, the two seemed to have been picked up by a tree. Two holes on its trunk hold two, violet spheres, almost as if they're eyes to those that are imaginative, and a splintered and open part of the wood appears as its gnarled mouth. It's roots split into two legs, so this tree almost looks humanoid with all of those features combined. Wasn't this what people called a--

"Kakaka! I seemed to have found quite the perfect subjects, and to think I was about to go and get some for myself tomorrow. These rats are sufficient-- no, more than enough! Hey, you, ya dumb lumbering treant, put them carefully down that window. Yes, right there-- no, wait don't--" and then suddenly, the two feel themselves thrown all the way to the large open window on the top of the tower. It was more of a lob than a forceful throw, so both Miyarkus and Olivia landed surprisingly softly on a pile of soft, leather books strewn about on the floor they crash-landed on. It seems the summoner has lighted up this place as well as he found his visitors. It looked like the common bedroom, a large bed, some more book cases, trunks of chests, and a summoning circle, signs and candles and everything drawn. It reeked of something metallic in here.

"Miss Olivia, I think we should go down. I don't think I'm fond of this place." Miyarkus stated, and after dusting himself off and patting his backside that hit the majority of the books, peered down the stairway. It's circular, but nowhere can the wizard from earlier can he see. For now. Miyarkus emanates a faint, amber glow now, emitting some more of his own arcane energy so that he may use them immediately. He could have been a light source if he thought about it earlier. Due to the impact of the throw, Miyarkus was a little dazed from the impact, and didn't notice he wasn't walking straight towards the stairway, shuffling his feet and moving slightly sideways as he did. He also uncomfortably contorted his wings as he landed on them on his back, and that hurt.

As for the trio, they could easily see the whole situation unfold given by how near they were at the time. A giant tree suddenly growing massive, then moving towards the tower, picking up what most definitely is Miyarkus and Olivia, unmistakable by the looks of them, and the tree tossing the two inside the tower window, right at the top. They've made to the clearing, and can then see the small wizard by the door, who seems to be chanting, as he realizes he's sensing some more visitors than expected. It's best to attack him now before he can pinpoint your location and send some more monstrous creatures after you.

 

[Mistory]

As he stepped down from the carriage, Alden let himself gaze into the trees, before turning to look to the tower, its bricks grey with age and degrade.
"im not sure if the tower is to strike fear, or awe...you know the area, you say? I dont recall any homes or huts during the journey. Has the tower been avoided by settlers?"

a tower of such design belonged in a village, or city. Not alone in a forest...even beforea so called curse, a city would have been here...

His thoughts were cut short as the group split up, him being left behind in the midst of his mind. He soon followed after, only to be stopped, his body shaking.

The air...was toxic! The arcane enrgy in the air was evil. Dark....familair. Those teal orbs glow again as the treant makes its move, and he locks onto the wizard.

"you know the art that binds me..."

This was clearly no longer a visit to converse. It was a a battle. Drawing the broken blade, the cloaked figure rushed forward to catch his allies. By nights end, Alden will explore this mans magic...
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[Divon]

Iesteth Northwind

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Current Setting: Local Inn (Vegera)​

"It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance -- no matter how brief."

With the turn of a heel and the hooded woman's few words of depature to the small gathering, Iesteth's soft smile remained on her face as she watched her go; an essence of an airy chuckle dancing within the winds that seemed to never leave her being. Maybe the next time they meet she would offer the woman a discount on her wares -- it was always a pleasure to see folk who appear to be imposing and unruly to actually be more civil than most. And that woman looked like she had some very interesting stories to share, and Iesteth's smile almost wavered at the thought of possibly never hearing them.

"I've made two promises, and I intend to fulfil both."

Although her gaze was still trained on the wooden door that eventually flapped to a close from the woman's exit, her ears hungrily drank in the words of the holy man and they twitched at the sound of a light thump of, what she assumed to be, a hand against a back.

"Our hearth isn't far from here and I would be a bad host if I were to not take the young Miss. It'll take no time at all, Xenos. You could accompany or stay here until I return."

Iesteth gradually gravitated her eyes back to the burly man and the horned half-elf, her brows rising in delight at the eager assistance. Vegera, along with its breathtaking view of the cerulean sea, had also been boasted to have a fairly friendly community -- as said by those who had just left and she had encountered on her way to the port-town. It seemed as the travellers' stories held some truth, and if she were to ever settle down she may so in this quaint seaside village. Though that would be most unlikely, as the winds never settle in one place.

And of course, Iesteth did not forget the warning of pirates too.

"....On the other hand, my lady, me and my acquaintance here are making a quick visit to a vendor of herbs. An alchemist of sorts?"

As Hunslaus glimpsed at the horned half-elf -- Xenos -- she too, briefly followed his gaze. Iesteth had been too focused on the scales that littered his lithe frame and the dragon-esque horns that protruded from his head, that she failed to comprehend what kind of elf breed he was; the darkish shade of purple seemed to almost absorb fingers of the orange sunlight that shone through the Inn's windows. She mustered up a shy wave of a hand in greeting to the dark elf hybrid, and a strand of her white hair blew flimsily at his direction.

"You could come with us if you have any wish to stock up, but otherwise you may be too fatigued and I'll lead you straight to the temple gates -- whichever plan may suit either of you, there's always time."

"I had originally planned to replenish my ingredients in the morning... but with your kind offering I will be more than happy to join you." Iesteth seemed to bob up and down on the spot, her hidden skill of levitation seemingly displaying a sense of her pleasure.

"Maybe I am able to see more of this wonderful port-town during this short errand as well. Though I am sure it must be more beautiful when the stars are out..." Her last word echoed as she looked up at Hunslaus, cloudy eyes curiously hovering over his cordial visage before (almost timidly) swaying over to Xenos.

"I have caught your names as you have spoke -- and so I am Iesteth. If this little trip is as delightful as Mr. Hunslaus' kindness, than I may have something to offer the both of you by the end of the day!"

Iesteth nodded to herself as the sleeves of her her robes swirled in anticipation. She was wary from her travelling, despite not exactly walking the majority of the time, but if she finished her shopping early she may have some more time to explore Vegera on the morrow. And maybe, just maybe, find someone in the port-town who can track down a wielder of a blade. A slim possibility but all she really can do is hope.

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[Sludgemouth]

Location: inn
Speaking to: Yaboymiller
Nearby: Divon idalie gloomy

"But I see your point with the whole job thing. I probably shouldn't have asked you."

Having managed to once again calm himself down, Nero thought carefully about what the beast man had said. While not a fan of more exposure to civilization than necessary, having a contact in at least a few towns and cities might make life easier down that road. Nero let out a sort of low groan as he finished the remnants of his meal. He was anxious to leave, there was to much occurrence of people, but Nero was willing to subdue his resentment towards society for the sake of his curiosity.

"So tell me about these jobs, are people really out there that'll pay for someone else to pull game in for them?" Nero, out of touch with the world as he was, found difficulty understanding why any town would need to outsource hunters, but he was interested all the same.