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Fantasy Let's Explore Some Dungeons!! (Open World, PG-13 Light hearted RP) (Always open)
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This is my loudest bork
The Country of Ishrion
A lush country of prosperity, hard work, peace, good will, and living large. Who knew what could be found here. Gods? Titans? Otherworldly Life, The Void, Extinct Creatures? Caves? There's a lot to explore and a lot of danger to get caught up in. These world has both given and taken many a hero. Glory and Gloom alike are commonplace. Monarchies established, challenged, overthrown, reestablished, loved. The relations between the countries are under a bit of strain, lots of phenomena discovered, magic learned. Sometimes, it seems as if this world is just bleak and hopeless. The denizens of the Earth, especially humans, don't seem to learn from their mistakes. Maybe it just needs a hero........Honestly.........WHO CARES?!? Who cares what you'll find here? There's SO MUCH to it to be worried about the what if's. If the world is gonna end in some God Descending to the Earth, that's all the more reason to live it up now, and discover every nook and cranny of the earth, whether it's in the highest peaks of the mirage-laden Cloud Castle, or the lowest of the Oceanic Trench City, or the blazing heat and deadly creatures of the desert known as Death Valley. This is a big country, on a bigger planet. For the people who live on it, the vast majority are just living, loving, and traversing this world to the absolute best of their ability. Common everyday people.......or nekos......or orcs........or whatever. People is just a common term for citizen. Average Joe Schmoes who want to live their lives to the fullest, whether it be working at a shop, or exploring the many many dangerous places that come from a world full of Gods, Demons, Dragons, Angels, Ancient Gods, and Titans. No one wants to set out on some insane quest to stop the world from ending. No, the world will be just fine. The Politics will work out. No one's going to war. All will be fine.
For now, until we take our last breaths, maybe during our journey, we'll enjoy our lives, love a little, fight a lot, and EXPLORE SOME DUNGEONS!!!!!
LET'S GO!!!
Noble Scion
K KodomoYamiya
Birdsie
BackSet
@LunarShines
Tyler Roedenski
Raku
Wick
Rantos
Morgrim
SleepySloth
@flowiestfire
Silver Wolf
@TheBestGuyHereOnThisSite
Raider dog
Melon Bomb
The Mechanist
BackSet
Castello
Kylesar1
This is my loudest bork
Lady Evelune Eskridge
Gates of Wakefield
Gates of Wakefield
"Here we are, Sir. Wakefield, the home of the creative mind." Eve said to the man with a smile as they rode in on horses. Just them two on an entire caravan of all his belongings. She had just escorted the man on a 3 day trip here to this city. He was an elderly man and a popular writer, so he was coming here to publish his newest book and move in. There were constant encounters. Bandits, Wild Animals, Enchanted Wild Animals, the works. It was hard, but obviously nothing she couldn't handle
"Thank you young lady. Truly you are a life saver." He handed her a big bag of coins for her work. This was about 3 months hotel stay, which was fantastic. However, this was triple what he said he'd pay her. When she tried to take out the extra, he shrugged it off. "It's the least I can do for an incredible safe escort. You kept great company and I enjoyed the stories we shared. You're a breath of fresh air."
She blushed a bit at the praise. "I'm nothing special sir, really. This was a great opportunity to see places I've never seen before with someone nice to talk to about it all." She had never been to this place before. A 72 hour trip was typically too far for her, but she enjoyed his company so time just flew
The old man chuckled and waved goodbye. "If you ever want to talk, you can come by my new home anytime. You have the picture." The old man trotted off on his horse, leaving her to admire the great city of Wakefield.
The city was bustling with life of all types. Every species could be seen on the streets as people hustled, talked and carried bags full of their shopping spree loot. The people talked about all kinds of stuff from politics to how to get stains out of robes. The city was highly advanced, utilizing the newest magitch-fueled production methods, which did the industrial stuff without messing around with the environment. This city was a creative masterpiece and held all sorts of great minds. She felt overwhelmed. Eve had never been to a place this big before ever. What was in store here?
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Raider dog
Woof
Location: Gates of Wakefield
"Oh come on!" Victor shouted with disbelief and annoyance at an angry old man. The old man glared at Kaden with tears barely escaping his eyes as he clutched a broken vase that was a piece of artistic work. That is until Victor got near it. "I Brought ya the damned vase, now where's my pay!?" the old man shook his head and held out the broken vase.
"You're job was to bring my mums vase back to me intact! It looks as if you smashed it on the ground!" he shouted back with fury. Victor rolled his eyes and threw his hands up.
"Well sorry, the guy had dagger to my throat and that was the nearest thing I could find," he defended. The old man pointed a shaking finger at Victors sword and scoffed.
"Why didn't you use that!?" he barked as his anger grew. Victor pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a heavy sigh. In all honesty he was embarrassed to admit that one of the female thief's had distracted him and persuaded him to put his sword away. Next thing he knew he was thrown into a damned fight with the rest of the thieves. He of course won, but the last thief was the one who had suffered the blow from the vase. Victor cleared his throat and avoided eye contact.
"Well, there were more than one and I was disarmed. Lets just leave it at that," he said before looking back into the old mans eyes. "Now for my payment. I brought the vase back and I put my life on the line, pay up!" he demanded, knowing full well that his life was never in any danger in the first place. He's honestly faced off to worse without any weapons. The old man scoffed and yanked out a few gold coins.
"Damn mercenary scum, you only get the scraps to your original payment! Take it you vulture and never come near me again!" he spat as he tossed the coins into Victors chest. Victor stood tall for a moment while staring at the old man with a blank look as he marched off in a fit towards a rather large caravan that was leaving the city. He felt a small urge to give the man a piece of his mind, but he saw that their show had caught the attention of a few guards. He held back his urge knowing that it would only cause more trouble. Victor glanced around at the small crowd that had gathered around the two thanks to their little scene and overheard a few whispers.
"Ugh, why do we even let in this type of filth? They only leach off of us."
"Son, never become a man like that, they are a disloyal bunch with no honor."
"Like a dog he takes the scraps."
Victor held his blank expression before kneeling down to collect the coins that had scattered on the ground. The people whispered even more about him while a few only scoffed, or snickered at the sight. To most picking money from the ground after it had literally been thrown in their face is a shameful sight and act to be a part of, but Victor simply ignored the attention and counted up his small earnings. He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he only counted ten gold. He sighed as he added the ten gold with his seven gold already within his pouch. "Least I can buy a room for the night," he mumbled before raising to his full height. By now the crowd had dispersed and the guards gave him one final look before heading off. Victor rubbed the back of his neck before turning to the main gates of Wakefield. "Good start I guess," he mumbled before giving a whistle. In a few moments his mount, Clover, came trotting towards him. Victor grabbed hold of the reins and hoisted himself up before patting Clover on the side. "Come on girl, lets go sight seeing," he chuckled before Clover began to walk towards the cities entrance.
"Oh come on!" Victor shouted with disbelief and annoyance at an angry old man. The old man glared at Kaden with tears barely escaping his eyes as he clutched a broken vase that was a piece of artistic work. That is until Victor got near it. "I Brought ya the damned vase, now where's my pay!?" the old man shook his head and held out the broken vase.
"You're job was to bring my mums vase back to me intact! It looks as if you smashed it on the ground!" he shouted back with fury. Victor rolled his eyes and threw his hands up.
"Well sorry, the guy had dagger to my throat and that was the nearest thing I could find," he defended. The old man pointed a shaking finger at Victors sword and scoffed.
"Why didn't you use that!?" he barked as his anger grew. Victor pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a heavy sigh. In all honesty he was embarrassed to admit that one of the female thief's had distracted him and persuaded him to put his sword away. Next thing he knew he was thrown into a damned fight with the rest of the thieves. He of course won, but the last thief was the one who had suffered the blow from the vase. Victor cleared his throat and avoided eye contact.
"Well, there were more than one and I was disarmed. Lets just leave it at that," he said before looking back into the old mans eyes. "Now for my payment. I brought the vase back and I put my life on the line, pay up!" he demanded, knowing full well that his life was never in any danger in the first place. He's honestly faced off to worse without any weapons. The old man scoffed and yanked out a few gold coins.
"Damn mercenary scum, you only get the scraps to your original payment! Take it you vulture and never come near me again!" he spat as he tossed the coins into Victors chest. Victor stood tall for a moment while staring at the old man with a blank look as he marched off in a fit towards a rather large caravan that was leaving the city. He felt a small urge to give the man a piece of his mind, but he saw that their show had caught the attention of a few guards. He held back his urge knowing that it would only cause more trouble. Victor glanced around at the small crowd that had gathered around the two thanks to their little scene and overheard a few whispers.
"Ugh, why do we even let in this type of filth? They only leach off of us."
"Son, never become a man like that, they are a disloyal bunch with no honor."
"Like a dog he takes the scraps."
Victor held his blank expression before kneeling down to collect the coins that had scattered on the ground. The people whispered even more about him while a few only scoffed, or snickered at the sight. To most picking money from the ground after it had literally been thrown in their face is a shameful sight and act to be a part of, but Victor simply ignored the attention and counted up his small earnings. He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he only counted ten gold. He sighed as he added the ten gold with his seven gold already within his pouch. "Least I can buy a room for the night," he mumbled before raising to his full height. By now the crowd had dispersed and the guards gave him one final look before heading off. Victor rubbed the back of his neck before turning to the main gates of Wakefield. "Good start I guess," he mumbled before giving a whistle. In a few moments his mount, Clover, came trotting towards him. Victor grabbed hold of the reins and hoisted himself up before patting Clover on the side. "Come on girl, lets go sight seeing," he chuckled before Clover began to walk towards the cities entrance.
Wick
Harbinger of Fresh Produce. Such as Cheese.
Finikin
Current Location: Streets of Wakefield
Interacted with: n/a
Currently Interacting with: Open
Feeling: Disheartened and hungry
The shopkeeper simply stood there behind the counter and stared at Finikin. His eyes bore into the small reptilian adventurer with a calm, collected, yet obvious fury. "I don' much enjoy when people try ta up-sell me usin' fake magical artifacts." He growled. "I don' care how small ye are, and I don' care how hungry. I on'y buy th' real thing."
The gem (which was about the size of a pebble) became heavy in Finikin's tiny hands. "I'm telling you the truth! This fine jewel is in fact, the very jewel that was encrusted in Queen Icara's ring during the Gullifen War!"
"Righ'," The shopkeeper started in mock amazement. "Th- th' one that can-"
"Burn through anything once activated yes." Finikin finished, the shopkeeper's sarcastic tone clearly passing over him. What was wrong with people in this city? Didn't they know a true relic when they saw one? Didn't they at least have rough pictures depicting these things? "When fused with her ring, she was capable of using her hand to burn down her enemies just by touching them." He stated. Even as he said it a sort of thrill rose up inside him like a fire. He loved these kinds of things. Mysterious objects that had mystical properties about them. Oh how he missed traversing through dungeons.
The shopkeeper spoke up again, snapping Finikin out of his trance. "Tha' is jus' a rock." He said whilst jabbing his finger at the gem. "An' besides, do ye re'ly think I believe that ye made it all th' way through Icara's tomb withou' dying horrid-like?"
What he said did make some sense, but who was he to judge a book by it's cover? "Yes actually." Finikin replied, growing somewhat annoyed by the dealer's lack of trust. "And it's a gem, not a rock." The lizard corrected. The look on the shopkeeper's face hadn't changed. "I wouldn't try to swindle you! I'm an honest person!" Finikin rose his voice.
"Ge' out." The shopkeeper said finally, looking around and smiling reassuringly at the few customers in his shop.
"No!" Finikin spat back. "I've had enough of this! Nobody ever believes what I say, so I suppose I'll simply have to prove it to you!" Blind with rage, Finikin carefully set down the gem onto the counter and placed his hand on it. He wasn't thinking about what could happen, only that he wanted the world to know he wasn't just some worthless conman from Fallbrook. "Ishala!" Finikin whispered, and with that, a strong buzzing sound followed by the crackling of wood fell upon their ears. the jewel had indeed activated, and had now burnt right through the counter and onto the shelf below, then down onto the ground. It proceeded through the floor, and then the ceiling of the shop below, and then onward. A scream emanated from below as it fell through some poor souls arm without slowing.
There was nothing but silence now. Finikin was leaning over and staring down through the pint-sized hole in the wood. He was vaguely aware that the shopkeeper was doing the same thing just above him.
"Ge'... out..." He hissed one last time. And with that, Finikin made his way out of the shop, and back onto the streets now relieved of his last remaining treasure save for his equipment, and without a single gold piece on him.
Current Location: Streets of Wakefield
Interacted with: n/a
Currently Interacting with: Open
Feeling: Disheartened and hungry
The shopkeeper simply stood there behind the counter and stared at Finikin. His eyes bore into the small reptilian adventurer with a calm, collected, yet obvious fury. "I don' much enjoy when people try ta up-sell me usin' fake magical artifacts." He growled. "I don' care how small ye are, and I don' care how hungry. I on'y buy th' real thing."
The gem (which was about the size of a pebble) became heavy in Finikin's tiny hands. "I'm telling you the truth! This fine jewel is in fact, the very jewel that was encrusted in Queen Icara's ring during the Gullifen War!"
"Righ'," The shopkeeper started in mock amazement. "Th- th' one that can-"
"Burn through anything once activated yes." Finikin finished, the shopkeeper's sarcastic tone clearly passing over him. What was wrong with people in this city? Didn't they know a true relic when they saw one? Didn't they at least have rough pictures depicting these things? "When fused with her ring, she was capable of using her hand to burn down her enemies just by touching them." He stated. Even as he said it a sort of thrill rose up inside him like a fire. He loved these kinds of things. Mysterious objects that had mystical properties about them. Oh how he missed traversing through dungeons.
The shopkeeper spoke up again, snapping Finikin out of his trance. "Tha' is jus' a rock." He said whilst jabbing his finger at the gem. "An' besides, do ye re'ly think I believe that ye made it all th' way through Icara's tomb withou' dying horrid-like?"
What he said did make some sense, but who was he to judge a book by it's cover? "Yes actually." Finikin replied, growing somewhat annoyed by the dealer's lack of trust. "And it's a gem, not a rock." The lizard corrected. The look on the shopkeeper's face hadn't changed. "I wouldn't try to swindle you! I'm an honest person!" Finikin rose his voice.
"Ge' out." The shopkeeper said finally, looking around and smiling reassuringly at the few customers in his shop.
"No!" Finikin spat back. "I've had enough of this! Nobody ever believes what I say, so I suppose I'll simply have to prove it to you!" Blind with rage, Finikin carefully set down the gem onto the counter and placed his hand on it. He wasn't thinking about what could happen, only that he wanted the world to know he wasn't just some worthless conman from Fallbrook. "Ishala!" Finikin whispered, and with that, a strong buzzing sound followed by the crackling of wood fell upon their ears. the jewel had indeed activated, and had now burnt right through the counter and onto the shelf below, then down onto the ground. It proceeded through the floor, and then the ceiling of the shop below, and then onward. A scream emanated from below as it fell through some poor souls arm without slowing.
There was nothing but silence now. Finikin was leaning over and staring down through the pint-sized hole in the wood. He was vaguely aware that the shopkeeper was doing the same thing just above him.
"Ge'... out..." He hissed one last time. And with that, Finikin made his way out of the shop, and back onto the streets now relieved of his last remaining treasure save for his equipment, and without a single gold piece on him.
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Castello
The Original Chef Kitten
A look of pride bestowed Raymond as he entered through Wakefield, riding on a side of a merchant's carriage. While he had not walked the distance, he still felt proud that he had made the journey from his small little town, a journey that had taken him an entire week. The kind Merchant ushered the boy off the ride, waving him off with a smile. Raymond hopped to ground, his weapon of choice, a farmers hoe strapped to the back of his long cloak that almost looked like a girl's dress for how big it fit him.
The young boy looked upon his destination's view, imagining all the things he could do now that he was here... But something was far more important. He was hungry, starving. Raymond dug deep into his coin purse, now frowning at the realization that he had hardly enough for a solid meal. Raymond's disappointment followed as he entered the streets, looking for someone who looked like a quick cash-in. He saw a small amphibian exiting a shop, thinking of how perfect a target he would be. Raymond knew people went to shops because they had money, so he did not have to risk pick-pocketing a broke man, now did he?
Using the shade of the building, the small boy, light on his feet, snuck behind the amphibian, biting his own tongue to suppress any laughter. Raymond knelt down, trying to get behind the green anole, careful to make his streaks against the city's pavement as natural as possible.
Wick
The young boy looked upon his destination's view, imagining all the things he could do now that he was here... But something was far more important. He was hungry, starving. Raymond dug deep into his coin purse, now frowning at the realization that he had hardly enough for a solid meal. Raymond's disappointment followed as he entered the streets, looking for someone who looked like a quick cash-in. He saw a small amphibian exiting a shop, thinking of how perfect a target he would be. Raymond knew people went to shops because they had money, so he did not have to risk pick-pocketing a broke man, now did he?
Using the shade of the building, the small boy, light on his feet, snuck behind the amphibian, biting his own tongue to suppress any laughter. Raymond knelt down, trying to get behind the green anole, careful to make his streaks against the city's pavement as natural as possible.
Wick
Melon Bomb
hi i make bad decisions
"This is absurd, we're talking about an ancient civilization here. Who's claiming proprietorship?"
Irina rapidly but lightly tapped her finger against the desk, her other hand pressed against her temple. As a noble, she typically knew how much red tape to expect whenever she made an appeal but the interior ministry here was being especially stubborn, she'd decided. The man before her cleared his throat and adjusted his spectacles, thumbing through a stack of papers as he prepared a response.
"Ruins of a colony once established by the sovereign kingdom of Copelia-"
"Ostensibly."
"-and we've already received a request from someone who claims to be an heir." He peered over his glasses. "His evidence was quite convincing, mind you."
"For the love of- what could he possibly want with a mountain of rubble?" Irina groaned, silently waiving the impulse to slam her head against the desk. Partial ruins of an old kingdom had been recently uncovered, and it just so happened that it was sitting atop no small motherlode of fyrite - a valuable mineral in magecraft used to attune equipment to fire. If she could secure the deposit, being a supplier of this rare material would be highly lucrative for both her and the Merchants' Guild. But of course, you can't mine on someone else's property. With a sigh, she shook her hand out as if her brooding thoughts were a cloud of pests forming around her and she was shooing them away.
"And what might the name of this wonderful individual be?" she said in the driest manner possible, looking up to meet the man's gaze.
"Reian Aulonde," came the answer. "If you wish to have a word with him, he's...well, he's gone off to explore the ruins."
Oh, wonderful. If she's lucky she'll find his corpse and she can go on her merry way to signing the territory to her name. Irina rose from her chair and straightened out her cuffs, giving a courteous bow. Honestly, she's been having her work cut out for her lately - guess when it comes down to it, you've got to do everything yourself.
"Right. Thank you for having me, hopefully we will meet again soon, with a form ready for me." With that, she made her leave and stepped out into open sunlight, greeted by birdsong and the shuffling feet of citizens going about their day. That was less than productive, it seemed like arranging a meeting would be necessary. Not right away, certainly, during the middle of her break. She was an opportunist at heart, but she could always work out the details later and she wasn't one to zigzag between her priorities when currently her goal was to take a step back from formal papers and commerce.
That said, she had the mind to stop by herself as an adventurer rather than a businesswoman, but she'd have to give it more thought now that those paths had invariably crossed. Boy oh boy, what a headache this morning has been. Didn't help that she's been running on bread crumbs the past several hours.
Irina pushed open the doors of a nearby bakery and the jingle of a bell greeted her. She dropped a few coins on the counter in exchange for a bag of twist pretzels and was ready to make her leave when a smoldering rock blasted through the ceiling and nearly took her head off, clattering heavily against the tiled floor as the flames fizzled out and smoke billowed up inside the small room. Coughing with her arm over her mouth, she quickly cast a simple enchantment on her mantle and flared it outwards, releasing a gust of wind that dispersed the smoke.
The store owner peered over the counter incredulously, then upwards at the newly formed hole. Crouching down, she cast another enchantment over her glove to pick up what was now visibly some kind of magic gem. She could feel the heat radiating from it, turning it over in puzzlement.
"What the devil...?" the baker muttered under his breath.
Irina took a peek outside, looking up through the banisters to see a lizard person scurrying out of one of the shops. She wasn't sure if she could piece together what just happened, but she decided it wasn't her problem until she noticed he was being stalked by some kind of homeless beggar? Every time she thought strange occurrences were a dime a dozen in this city, it threw her for another loop.
She cupped one hand over her mouth and called out.
"Hey, anole! I believe you've dropped something." Naturally, he would likely turn around and notice the person behind him. Two birds with one stone, as it were. Two stones if you count the one in her hand.
Irina hefted it in her hand as she idled by the railing, wondering if she was about to get involved in something stupid. Beat sitting behind a desk and filling out paperwork, she supposed, as disposed to it as she was.
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Wick
Castello
Irina rapidly but lightly tapped her finger against the desk, her other hand pressed against her temple. As a noble, she typically knew how much red tape to expect whenever she made an appeal but the interior ministry here was being especially stubborn, she'd decided. The man before her cleared his throat and adjusted his spectacles, thumbing through a stack of papers as he prepared a response.
"Ruins of a colony once established by the sovereign kingdom of Copelia-"
"Ostensibly."
"-and we've already received a request from someone who claims to be an heir." He peered over his glasses. "His evidence was quite convincing, mind you."
"For the love of- what could he possibly want with a mountain of rubble?" Irina groaned, silently waiving the impulse to slam her head against the desk. Partial ruins of an old kingdom had been recently uncovered, and it just so happened that it was sitting atop no small motherlode of fyrite - a valuable mineral in magecraft used to attune equipment to fire. If she could secure the deposit, being a supplier of this rare material would be highly lucrative for both her and the Merchants' Guild. But of course, you can't mine on someone else's property. With a sigh, she shook her hand out as if her brooding thoughts were a cloud of pests forming around her and she was shooing them away.
"And what might the name of this wonderful individual be?" she said in the driest manner possible, looking up to meet the man's gaze.
"Reian Aulonde," came the answer. "If you wish to have a word with him, he's...well, he's gone off to explore the ruins."
Oh, wonderful. If she's lucky she'll find his corpse and she can go on her merry way to signing the territory to her name. Irina rose from her chair and straightened out her cuffs, giving a courteous bow. Honestly, she's been having her work cut out for her lately - guess when it comes down to it, you've got to do everything yourself.
"Right. Thank you for having me, hopefully we will meet again soon, with a form ready for me." With that, she made her leave and stepped out into open sunlight, greeted by birdsong and the shuffling feet of citizens going about their day. That was less than productive, it seemed like arranging a meeting would be necessary. Not right away, certainly, during the middle of her break. She was an opportunist at heart, but she could always work out the details later and she wasn't one to zigzag between her priorities when currently her goal was to take a step back from formal papers and commerce.
That said, she had the mind to stop by herself as an adventurer rather than a businesswoman, but she'd have to give it more thought now that those paths had invariably crossed. Boy oh boy, what a headache this morning has been. Didn't help that she's been running on bread crumbs the past several hours.
Irina pushed open the doors of a nearby bakery and the jingle of a bell greeted her. She dropped a few coins on the counter in exchange for a bag of twist pretzels and was ready to make her leave when a smoldering rock blasted through the ceiling and nearly took her head off, clattering heavily against the tiled floor as the flames fizzled out and smoke billowed up inside the small room. Coughing with her arm over her mouth, she quickly cast a simple enchantment on her mantle and flared it outwards, releasing a gust of wind that dispersed the smoke.
The store owner peered over the counter incredulously, then upwards at the newly formed hole. Crouching down, she cast another enchantment over her glove to pick up what was now visibly some kind of magic gem. She could feel the heat radiating from it, turning it over in puzzlement.
"What the devil...?" the baker muttered under his breath.
Irina took a peek outside, looking up through the banisters to see a lizard person scurrying out of one of the shops. She wasn't sure if she could piece together what just happened, but she decided it wasn't her problem until she noticed he was being stalked by some kind of homeless beggar? Every time she thought strange occurrences were a dime a dozen in this city, it threw her for another loop.
She cupped one hand over her mouth and called out.
"Hey, anole! I believe you've dropped something." Naturally, he would likely turn around and notice the person behind him. Two birds with one stone, as it were. Two stones if you count the one in her hand.
Irina hefted it in her hand as she idled by the railing, wondering if she was about to get involved in something stupid. Beat sitting behind a desk and filling out paperwork, she supposed, as disposed to it as she was.
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Wick
Castello
Ranix Aurus
Languishing in Progress
Loew, the Thri-Kreen Hunter
Gates of Wakefield
She had went through countless valleys, passing cities of men, but never had she saw a structure as majestic as Wakefield. In a way, it reminded her of home back in the Distant Forest, buildings integrated with the nature around them. But theirs were simple houses built to accommodate living. Wakefield, on the other hand, was in a gigantic scale incomparable to Thri-Kreen's archaic architectural capability, threatening to dominate and swallow nature instead of merely coexisting with it.
"Loew," a burly man cheerfully patted her back. "Thanks for coming along! I suppose this is goodbye then. Are you sure you're not going back with us? We can always use your help."
This was the leader of a small adventuring group, which Loew had lent assistance to. Unfortunately, Loew was not staying in this place. She would still going forth after she was done in Wakefield, while the group would return to their kingdom. After the short journey, they seemed to grow close. Nevertheless, separation was just another part of life. In any case, it's not like they couldn't meet again.
Loew wasn't entirely sure about all these camaraderie thing, but she waved toward them anyway as their silhouette grew smaller and smaller on the horizon.
Now, what should she do?
She was interested in exploring the city and its surrounding for now, to take as much as she could. The world was still vast, even after traveling for an entire year, she still hadn't seen the tiniest speck of its entirety yet.
As she walked toward the city gate, she could feel the stare of people at her, but she paid them no heed. Actually, she couldn't feel anything. For Thri-Kreen, strength was important. City-dwellers and farmers, those who work outside of battle, was held with no regard, as if they were rocks. Would a living being cared what a rock do? With that line of thought, she kept moving until her gaze fell on a human male. He was armored and armed with a longsword, certainly capable of combat. He looked to be engaged in an argument, and people around him started to jeer.
Why wouldn't he fight back? It wasn't as if the crowds were important enough to spill blood on, but seeing the human having a strong restraint somewhat amused her.
When he called upon his steed, Loew followed behind his trail, merely out of curiosity.
Raider dog
Gates of Wakefield
She had went through countless valleys, passing cities of men, but never had she saw a structure as majestic as Wakefield. In a way, it reminded her of home back in the Distant Forest, buildings integrated with the nature around them. But theirs were simple houses built to accommodate living. Wakefield, on the other hand, was in a gigantic scale incomparable to Thri-Kreen's archaic architectural capability, threatening to dominate and swallow nature instead of merely coexisting with it.
"Loew," a burly man cheerfully patted her back. "Thanks for coming along! I suppose this is goodbye then. Are you sure you're not going back with us? We can always use your help."
This was the leader of a small adventuring group, which Loew had lent assistance to. Unfortunately, Loew was not staying in this place. She would still going forth after she was done in Wakefield, while the group would return to their kingdom. After the short journey, they seemed to grow close. Nevertheless, separation was just another part of life. In any case, it's not like they couldn't meet again.
Loew wasn't entirely sure about all these camaraderie thing, but she waved toward them anyway as their silhouette grew smaller and smaller on the horizon.
Now, what should she do?
She was interested in exploring the city and its surrounding for now, to take as much as she could. The world was still vast, even after traveling for an entire year, she still hadn't seen the tiniest speck of its entirety yet.
As she walked toward the city gate, she could feel the stare of people at her, but she paid them no heed. Actually, she couldn't feel anything. For Thri-Kreen, strength was important. City-dwellers and farmers, those who work outside of battle, was held with no regard, as if they were rocks. Would a living being cared what a rock do? With that line of thought, she kept moving until her gaze fell on a human male. He was armored and armed with a longsword, certainly capable of combat. He looked to be engaged in an argument, and people around him started to jeer.
Why wouldn't he fight back? It wasn't as if the crowds were important enough to spill blood on, but seeing the human having a strong restraint somewhat amused her.
When he called upon his steed, Loew followed behind his trail, merely out of curiosity.
Raider dog
Wick
Harbinger of Fresh Produce. Such as Cheese.
Finikin
Current Location: Streets of Wakefield
Interacted with: n/a
Currently Interacting with: Irina (
Melon Bomb
) Raymond (
Castello
)
Feeling: Surprised
With a sigh that might have seemed cliché so some, Finikin gathered himself and turned to head for the inn once again. Maybe it was time to go out on another adventure. Maybe the best course of action was for him to leave Wakefield and explore some grand tomb of sorts. Not like anything he returned with could be of any value to him, save for any ancient form of currency he could manage to gather up. Evidently there weren't as many dungeon crawlers roaming the cities as there used to be. Perhaps most of them had begun to die off. Or maybe less and less people believed in such things these days. Finikin supposed he wasn't the most obvious adventurer. Besides, he certainly wasn't going to make himself well known, not with Greedan's goons constantly hunting him down.
He had only taken a few steps when he heard someone shout something from below him. Anole? People rarely called Finikin by that name. When he turned to look he noticed a young woman stood on the storefront below him and was staring up at him, waving something back and forth in her hands. Could it be what he thought it was? By the looks of it that gem couldn't burn through everything after all as she was simply holding it in her hand.
But then Finikin caught something else in the corner of his eye. "Oh! Um, hi!" He found himself shouting in surprise. "Gosh you were awfully close there." Had this raggedy looking kid been trying to steal from him? It wouldn't be the first time a thief tried to take from him. Most of the time they came up empty handed, except for one occasion when someone had successfully stolen a powerful ring which was said to let it's user turn into water. That person was sure to be surprised when they figured that out. This boy fit the description of a poor child as well, which gave Finikin more reason to believe he was in fact trying to steal from him.
Current Location: Streets of Wakefield
Interacted with: n/a
Currently Interacting with: Irina (
Melon Bomb
) Raymond (
Castello
)Feeling: Surprised
With a sigh that might have seemed cliché so some, Finikin gathered himself and turned to head for the inn once again. Maybe it was time to go out on another adventure. Maybe the best course of action was for him to leave Wakefield and explore some grand tomb of sorts. Not like anything he returned with could be of any value to him, save for any ancient form of currency he could manage to gather up. Evidently there weren't as many dungeon crawlers roaming the cities as there used to be. Perhaps most of them had begun to die off. Or maybe less and less people believed in such things these days. Finikin supposed he wasn't the most obvious adventurer. Besides, he certainly wasn't going to make himself well known, not with Greedan's goons constantly hunting him down.
He had only taken a few steps when he heard someone shout something from below him. Anole? People rarely called Finikin by that name. When he turned to look he noticed a young woman stood on the storefront below him and was staring up at him, waving something back and forth in her hands. Could it be what he thought it was? By the looks of it that gem couldn't burn through everything after all as she was simply holding it in her hand.
But then Finikin caught something else in the corner of his eye. "Oh! Um, hi!" He found himself shouting in surprise. "Gosh you were awfully close there." Had this raggedy looking kid been trying to steal from him? It wouldn't be the first time a thief tried to take from him. Most of the time they came up empty handed, except for one occasion when someone had successfully stolen a powerful ring which was said to let it's user turn into water. That person was sure to be surprised when they figured that out. This boy fit the description of a poor child as well, which gave Finikin more reason to believe he was in fact trying to steal from him.
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Castello
The Original Chef Kitten
Raymond froze, his eyes lined up with Finikin's. He paused for a moment, an awkward silence ensuing on his part. Raymond tried his best to look natural, straightening his spine into a natural position and smiling at the green anole, though the corner of his eyes made for Irina, giving her a subtle stare of death. Both eyes soon made for the anole, sweeping back his suspicious hood and picking up a rock, a plain old pebble.
"Oh, sorry sir... I had jus' seen this fall from yer' pocket! Looked real valuable, yup! I ain't seen many rock this fancy in a long while!" Raymond presented the pebble to Finikin, though just as he did so, an obnoxious churning could be hear erupting from his stomach, giving up his already poor ruse further.
Wick
Melon Bomb
"Oh, sorry sir... I had jus' seen this fall from yer' pocket! Looked real valuable, yup! I ain't seen many rock this fancy in a long while!" Raymond presented the pebble to Finikin, though just as he did so, an obnoxious churning could be hear erupting from his stomach, giving up his already poor ruse further.
Wick
Melon Bomb
Noble Scion
Crow, seeker of shiny things
Eliza Lavender
Current location: Gates of Wakefield
"So this is where humans live? Huh... It's smaller than I expected. But beautiful, none the less." The young apiana woman hummed to herself as she walked into the city, her home town being a magnificent golden city flooded with riches and honey a large distance away. The one difference she noted was the large variety of different species she saw, each person looking completely different from another which sent small shivers down her sides, causing her wings to beat beneath her clothing as excitement welled up within her. It had been a very long walk to get to this place considering that their only mode of transport was flight back home, but even that was only for short distances. He legs ached and she already simply wanted to collapse into the nearest bed, and to her convenience, there was an inn right before her. A soft sweet aroma hung around wherever she walked, the thick smell of sweetness seemed reminiscent of her home town, the sickly smell of honey.
She stepped carefully into the small building and took a little glance around. It appeared rather homely with low lighting and a warm fire next to a few chairs in the main area. She walked up to the man behind a small desk and gave him a soft smile as she approached. "G'afternoon ma'am how may I help ya?" he asked as she approached. Eliza was rather nervous, given that this was the first human she was to speak to, or member of any other race than hers, for that matter, not to mention this wasn't her first language. Her main language was sylvan and she was much more proficient at that. "Hello.. I would.. Like... Ehh.... eh room. Do you take trade?" She struggled her four arms clicking together as she tapped them against each other timidly. She was normally running around and having fun, but it was so stressful and out of her comfort zone that she simply couldn't help but be bashful. "Yes we do, tah both yer questions, we gotta room right up stairs on yer left. Single. That's be about ten gold coins, whatcha gonna trade?" "Uh... Here." she said with a relieved smile as she pulled out a small jar of golden liquid to the man, to which he opened it, took a small sip and with a happy grin, nodded. "It's wonderful ma'am, deal." "Thank you!" the small exchange went between the Apiana and human as she moved past him up the small stairs into the small bedroom that was her for the time being.
She tossed her weapon and bag onto a small drawer that had been provided and came back downstairs before lying down next to the fire on a small piece of carpeting and curled up, much like a dog and simply closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth it provided and allowing to to permeate her body, relieving her of her travel fatigue.
Current location: Gates of Wakefield
She stepped carefully into the small building and took a little glance around. It appeared rather homely with low lighting and a warm fire next to a few chairs in the main area. She walked up to the man behind a small desk and gave him a soft smile as she approached. "G'afternoon ma'am how may I help ya?" he asked as she approached. Eliza was rather nervous, given that this was the first human she was to speak to, or member of any other race than hers, for that matter, not to mention this wasn't her first language. Her main language was sylvan and she was much more proficient at that. "Hello.. I would.. Like... Ehh.... eh room. Do you take trade?" She struggled her four arms clicking together as she tapped them against each other timidly. She was normally running around and having fun, but it was so stressful and out of her comfort zone that she simply couldn't help but be bashful. "Yes we do, tah both yer questions, we gotta room right up stairs on yer left. Single. That's be about ten gold coins, whatcha gonna trade?" "Uh... Here." she said with a relieved smile as she pulled out a small jar of golden liquid to the man, to which he opened it, took a small sip and with a happy grin, nodded. "It's wonderful ma'am, deal." "Thank you!" the small exchange went between the Apiana and human as she moved past him up the small stairs into the small bedroom that was her for the time being.
She tossed her weapon and bag onto a small drawer that had been provided and came back downstairs before lying down next to the fire on a small piece of carpeting and curled up, much like a dog and simply closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth it provided and allowing to to permeate her body, relieving her of her travel fatigue.
The Mechanist
Everyone's favorite cybernetic robot! 🤖
Ren yawned as he stepped out of the arena; he was in Wakefield, sent here with his brother to compete in the tourneys that were held to bring home recognition and notoriety to the empire. Which Ren thought he was doing a good job of so far. His brother was back in their at he inn writing letters about the progress of their assignments as well as one for his wife. Ren merely smiled at the thought as sheathed his trident and Parma to his back, his gladius resting upon his side.
He had been out for about half a day, competing And entertaining the patrons during the whole time. "Finally I can take my break...." he muttered to himself, not bothering to remove his helmet as he stepped out onto the road to head toward the Inn. Back to his brother and more importantly back to the soft bed that he slept upon everytime he was there.
Zano sighed as he finished his last report, "been here for a week now, Rens been doing a good job competing, no surprise they sent me as his personal guard. Chances are the general put me up to this to make me take a break and relax...." he mumbled to himself. Reaching into a pocket in his shirt he removed a sketched picture of him and Casmen, a soft smile spreading upon his feline lips, "I'll be home soon my love..." he said, his eyes locking onto his wife as he let out a soft sigh, pocketing the small sheet once more.
Ren of course couldn't get 10 feet without patrons calling out to him, congratulating him, others sneering at him out of annoyance that he did better than the fighter they supported. It meant naught to Ren, the glory was good and all, but he mainly did it to make the people smile. The way they cheered and gasped when he was fighting, he could tell they were happy, and it's their happiness that drove him. His tail swished behind him as he began to pick up the pace, occasionally bowing to a patron or giving a quick greeting, "hello, hey, hi! Good day!" The usual as he continued his match, the Inn coming closer into view as it now only rested across the street from his position.
He had been out for about half a day, competing And entertaining the patrons during the whole time. "Finally I can take my break...." he muttered to himself, not bothering to remove his helmet as he stepped out onto the road to head toward the Inn. Back to his brother and more importantly back to the soft bed that he slept upon everytime he was there.
Zano sighed as he finished his last report, "been here for a week now, Rens been doing a good job competing, no surprise they sent me as his personal guard. Chances are the general put me up to this to make me take a break and relax...." he mumbled to himself. Reaching into a pocket in his shirt he removed a sketched picture of him and Casmen, a soft smile spreading upon his feline lips, "I'll be home soon my love..." he said, his eyes locking onto his wife as he let out a soft sigh, pocketing the small sheet once more.
Ren of course couldn't get 10 feet without patrons calling out to him, congratulating him, others sneering at him out of annoyance that he did better than the fighter they supported. It meant naught to Ren, the glory was good and all, but he mainly did it to make the people smile. The way they cheered and gasped when he was fighting, he could tell they were happy, and it's their happiness that drove him. His tail swished behind him as he began to pick up the pace, occasionally bowing to a patron or giving a quick greeting, "hello, hey, hi! Good day!" The usual as he continued his match, the Inn coming closer into view as it now only rested across the street from his position.
Raku
Four Thousand Club
DeMarc Relan
Location | Wakefield Gates
Speech - Common/Native
Interactions | Eve -
Kylesar1
Needless to say, the travel had been the worst of it. He had heard of the city from a few travelers that passed by his village. Using the knowledge he was taught from travelers over the years, he spoke with them and eventually was able to trade with them. As their trading period with the village's people came to a close, they had mentioned Wakefield. DeMarc, being the curious vulpine he was, asked about this 'Wakefield'. After noticing several confused expressions from DeMarc, they were able to simplify it enough so he could understand them. From what he could gather and understand, Wakefield was a marvelous, giant, beautiful city of wonders. Surely with a city of such size there must have been somewhere he could find a job. Whether it be for a bounty or whether it just be to help, he needed to find a use for his training. He had asked for a path there, and a path they gave him. For days he had traveled, mostly by all fours. It made for faster and to him, more comfortable, travel. Needless to say however, he was aching after such a trip. Thankfully, he was coming up on the city, and soon enough he was at the front gates.
It was like nothing he had seen nor heard of before. Not even Iet'Poai legends spoke of a city of this greatness. The buildings stood as high as mountains, technology that he had never seen before littered his view, and the people! Oh there were so many, some were creatures he had never seen before. He wished Emasc had been around to see this. Well, he was to DeMarc. He clutched both pendants around his neck as he looked up to the sky. "This city is magnificent isn't it, brother?" he said seemingly to himself. He continued walking, still looking up at the massive buildings. He was so awestruck by the city that he didn't even notice he was about to run into another person who was amazed by the city until it was too late. Since he wasn't walking too fast, it wasn't too serious of a collision. Besides, he was rather small. Upon bumping into the person, his head immediately shot back down to ground level and backed up a step. When he looked to who he collided with he saw it was a human woman with bright red hair. DeMarc, after seeing some travelers garbs, believed she was well dressed. "My apologies", he instinctively said, he then realized that she probably didn't understand Iet'Poai. "Erm, I'm...sor-ry" he spoke. He was still a little shaky on even simple terms.
Melon Bomb
hi i make bad decisions
While the two were occupied, Irina casually made her way toward the stairs - she would have to climb quite a few sets to reach their level but she was in no hurry. Looking up, the woman couldn't help but notice that the would-be thief was shooting her a hard glare. She simply smiled and waved in return. An odd choice of target, surely enough. There was only so much money a creature that small could possibly be carrying. She pored over the gem again, sensing something rather familiar about it...
Ah.
A skillfully enchanted fyrite compound, most likely - and at a very high concentration at that. Of course she'd find it familiar, she was making plans to dig up carts of this stuff not ten minutes ago. She briefly stopped in her tracks as a thought crossed her mind. No, that wasn't quite it. She's seen it before, with her own eyes. Perhaps not in person, but in the estate library - a compendium of historical artifacts. Irina valued her good memory, but things didn't always come to her right away. What was it called again?
Narrowing it down to something fire related...a gem stone...
Icara's ring. That's right. The noble expertly rolled it between fingers, by now reaching the top flight of stairs. Could supposedly burn through anything, though if that were the case it would simply melt through the ground forever. Perhaps it requires a catalyst of some sort to remain active? The ring it should've been attached to is suspect, given that the jewel would melt through it otherwise, and the wearer's finger.
By the time she looked up again, she was several meters away from the boy and the anole, the two awkwardly squaring off against one another. Was she feeling generous today? Probably not, but it wasn't like she had anything to do until the evening. Irina leaned with her back and elbows up against the banister, watching as the conversation unfolded.
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Wick
Castello
Ah.
A skillfully enchanted fyrite compound, most likely - and at a very high concentration at that. Of course she'd find it familiar, she was making plans to dig up carts of this stuff not ten minutes ago. She briefly stopped in her tracks as a thought crossed her mind. No, that wasn't quite it. She's seen it before, with her own eyes. Perhaps not in person, but in the estate library - a compendium of historical artifacts. Irina valued her good memory, but things didn't always come to her right away. What was it called again?
Narrowing it down to something fire related...a gem stone...
Icara's ring. That's right. The noble expertly rolled it between fingers, by now reaching the top flight of stairs. Could supposedly burn through anything, though if that were the case it would simply melt through the ground forever. Perhaps it requires a catalyst of some sort to remain active? The ring it should've been attached to is suspect, given that the jewel would melt through it otherwise, and the wearer's finger.
By the time she looked up again, she was several meters away from the boy and the anole, the two awkwardly squaring off against one another. Was she feeling generous today? Probably not, but it wasn't like she had anything to do until the evening. Irina leaned with her back and elbows up against the banister, watching as the conversation unfolded.
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Wick
Castello
Kylesar1
This is my loudest bork
DeMarc Relan
Location | Wakefield Gates
Speech - Common/Native
Interactions | Eve -
Needless to say, the travel had been the worst of it. He had heard of the city from a few travelers that passed by his village. Using the knowledge he was taught from travelers over the years, he spoke with them and eventually was able to trade with them. As their trading period with the village's people came to a close, they had mentioned Wakefield. DeMarc, being the curious vulpine he was, asked about this 'Wakefield'. After noticing several confused expressions from DeMarc, they were able to simplify it enough so he could understand them. From what he could gather and understand, Wakefield was a marvelous, giant, beautiful city of wonders. Surely with a city of such size there must have been somewhere he could find a job. Whether it be for a bounty or whether it just be to help, he needed to find a use for his training. He had asked for a path there, and a path they gave him. For days he had traveled, mostly by all fours. It made for faster and to him, more comfortable, travel. Needless to say however, he was aching after such a trip. Thankfully, he was coming up on the city, and soon enough he was at the front gates.
It was like nothing he had seen nor heard of before. Not even Iet'Poai legends spoke of a city of this greatness. The buildings stood as high as mountains, technology that he had never seen before littered his view, and the people! Oh there were so many, some were creatures he had never seen before. He wished Emasc had been around to see this. Well, he was to DeMarc. He clutched both pendants around his neck as he looked up to the sky. "This city is magnificent isn't it, brother?" he said seemingly to himself. He continued walking, still looking up at the massive buildings. He was so awestruck by the city that he didn't even notice he was about to run into another person who was amazed by the city until it was too late. Since he wasn't walking too fast, it wasn't too serious of a collision. Besides, he was rather small. Upon bumping into the person, his head immediately shot back down to ground level and backed up a step. When he looked to who he collided with he saw it was a human woman with bright red hair. DeMarc, after seeing some travelers garbs, believed she was well dressed. "My apologies", he instinctively said, he then realized that she probably didn't understand Iet'Poai. "Erm, I'm...sor-ry" he spoke. He was still a little shaky on even simple terms.
Lady Evelune Eskridge
Wakefield Gates
Oops!
Wakefield Gates
Oops!
Someone ran into her, making her drop her money bag, scattering a few coins. She got down to pick them up. "It's fine." she said with a chuckle as she finished picking them up. She looked at him with a smile. "Do you live here? I'm fairly new, and I have no idea where the Weapons store is. I need a few items so I can go into the Dead End Cave."
The cave in question was a cave that was explored often...........to a point. That was called the Dead End Zone, where people tended to come up missing if they go any further, hence the name. It was symbolized in the cave by a simple wooden sign with a skull and crossbones. Eve was convinced that there was something to this cave. Something that grabbed people or something that kept them there. She didn't know.......yet, but she would find out, especially considering that recently, a little wood elf teen girl wandered into the cave and came up missing.
She then realized that she never introduced herself. "Oh sorry. I can't ask you for directions without at least introducing herself." She proceeded with a royal bow, a move done with refinement and care. This was the male bow. For her, a curtsy would've been more appropriate, but she wasn't exactly wearing a dress. Plus, who said a woman can't do the male bow, or vice versa? "I am Evelune. You can call me Eve."
Wick
Harbinger of Fresh Produce. Such as Cheese.
Finikin
Current Location: Streets of Wakefield
Interacted with: n/a
Currently Interacting with: Irina (
Melon Bomb
) Raymond (
Castello
)
Feeling: Cautious
The boy was quick to react, stooping down and snatching a pebble off the ground. He claimed he had seen it fall from Finikin's pocket, though Finikin's cloak had no pockets. Sure the boy probably meant the satchel he kept strapped to his side...
"I don't recall ever having carried a rock along with me." Finikin frowned and stared up at the strange rock. It seemed like nothing more than that in fact. It didn't glow, smoke, nothing. It couldn't be Icara's jewel because that had gone through the floor into the shops below, and hadn't Finikin just seen that girl holding the gem? He risked a glance back to where she had been but she was gone. Finikin had figured she was going to return it to him but maybe she had simply revealed she had found it just to brag, and then ran off to gods knew where. The brief spark of hope had faded once more.
Before returning his attention to the boy he muttered a small shield spell that would keep prying hands away from him. Almost as though he were in his own little invisible bubble. "I- I have no gold on me. Nothing of value to you really." He said somewhat pained by the thought. His eyes turned and met the boys again. Upon turning he noticed the girl once more. She stood several yards away watching them, and still holding the artifact. The spark reignited.
"What would you do with a cloak and boots that don't fit you?" Finikin attempted to persuade the boy. "And what about my crook?" He held out the seven inch wooden cane. "Do you intend to rob me of that as well?" With luck Finikin's words would have planted a seed of regret into the boy's mind. Finikin eyed the hoe strapped to the giant's back. He had no desire to be cut in two.
Current Location: Streets of Wakefield
Interacted with: n/a
Currently Interacting with: Irina (
Melon Bomb
) Raymond (
Castello
)Feeling: Cautious
The boy was quick to react, stooping down and snatching a pebble off the ground. He claimed he had seen it fall from Finikin's pocket, though Finikin's cloak had no pockets. Sure the boy probably meant the satchel he kept strapped to his side...
"I don't recall ever having carried a rock along with me." Finikin frowned and stared up at the strange rock. It seemed like nothing more than that in fact. It didn't glow, smoke, nothing. It couldn't be Icara's jewel because that had gone through the floor into the shops below, and hadn't Finikin just seen that girl holding the gem? He risked a glance back to where she had been but she was gone. Finikin had figured she was going to return it to him but maybe she had simply revealed she had found it just to brag, and then ran off to gods knew where. The brief spark of hope had faded once more.
Before returning his attention to the boy he muttered a small shield spell that would keep prying hands away from him. Almost as though he were in his own little invisible bubble. "I- I have no gold on me. Nothing of value to you really." He said somewhat pained by the thought. His eyes turned and met the boys again. Upon turning he noticed the girl once more. She stood several yards away watching them, and still holding the artifact. The spark reignited.
"What would you do with a cloak and boots that don't fit you?" Finikin attempted to persuade the boy. "And what about my crook?" He held out the seven inch wooden cane. "Do you intend to rob me of that as well?" With luck Finikin's words would have planted a seed of regret into the boy's mind. Finikin eyed the hoe strapped to the giant's back. He had no desire to be cut in two.
Wasted Ink
Oppai Critic
"Hooooly..."
It was only the barely muffled chuckles of the gatekeepers that drew the warrior out of the haze of wonderment that permeated his being, crystal blue eyes staring blankly up at the - frankly - magnificent and overbearing city before him. Flinching slightly at the sounds, the young warrior clicked his tongue, minor specks of red dusting his fair cheeks as he turned his gaze towards the guardsmen. Wonderful first impression, eh...? He thought, allowing a deep, masculine chuckle to escape his throat. "Sorry about that, guardsmen. It is my first time seeing such a beautiful city." He spoke truthfully, his blush drifting away as he offered the two a sheepish half-grin. Clicking his tongue again, he rode a bit closer on the back of his graceful stallion, a calloused hand casually stroking through the stallion's coarse black mane.
"No harm no foul, traveler. Plenty of adventurers react much in the same way." One of the guards, an older man with a large halberd tossed skillfully over his shoulder, spoke up in a hoarse baritone. He nudged his younger partner in annoyance, who simply giggled once more before he pushed his way off of the smooth cobblestone wall. Carefully dancing away from the large man's strong hand - a feat, considering the heavy armor he had equipped, the younger guard found his footings and promptly saluted.
"Yes! With such a magnificent city, what sort of beastly vermin would dare scoff in dismay?" The older man merely shook his head at his partner's flamboyancy, whilst the warrior merely blinked, his gaze bemused, before he let out another chuckle.
"Indeed? Then I look forward to exploring such magnificence. Would you happen know of anyone looking for work, or help, perhaps?" As he spoke, his hand gently smoothed a knot out of his horse's mane, the horse neighing pleasantly in response.
At his words, the two guards glanced at each other, seemingly making eye contact through the bucket-like helmets they wore. Then, without preamble, the older man nodded, returning his attention to the carefully watching the stranger.
"Aye. There have been talk of a cave-"
"Rightly so! Dead End Cave, it is-!"
"And word on the tongues of many a folk, is that no one comes back-"
"No one at all, sir! A little lass - elven, if you mind, recently went missing there, as Thomas here found out-"
"Bloody Hell, Frederick, stop interrupting me! Back to duty with ye! No respect for your betters, I swear on the Gods..."
The younger man didn't even flinch at the sudden outburst, merely raising his helmet a smidge and giving the amused and intrigued warrior a jaunty little wink. As he walked back to his position at the gate, leaning exaggeratedly against it, the blue-haired warrior turned his attention back to the much less amused Thomas, who was glaring daggers at his jaunty little comrade.
"Anyways..." The warrior's amused visage became serious, his brows furrowing slightly as he thought on the information. A cave, possibly magical in nature, that people often went missing in. Such a mystery wouldn't have concerned him so much...if it wasn't the added information of a little girl being lost - and most likely afraid and hungry - within said cave. His mind had already been made up at that point. He turned his determined gaze back to the older guardsman, who was watching him with a knowing gleam in his barely-visible eyes.
"Thank you for the information. I'm going to see if I can find anything else that'll help me with this venture. Good day to you." With a nod, the warrior lightly clicked his tongue, his steed walking forward into the gates of the incredible city. He nodded his head once to the younger guard, who merely repeated his earlier salute, drawing a slight smirk from the blue-haired traveler.
"One sec, lad. I'm not gonna tell ya' not to go, because you got that stubborn look in your eyes. But tell me your name. Mayhaps then I can drink a mug in your honor if you end up sucked into The Dead Zone."
From his horse's back, he paused, thinking on the old man's words. It was possible that he'd die if he went to such a place...but how could he not, when he could help the people stuck there - the little elven girl, especially?
"Alexander, but my friends call me Xander. Feel free to do the same." He called over his shoulder, a cheeky grin forming on his lips. "And I don't exactly plan to die, Thomas. I'm made of stuff a bit more sturdy."
Turning forward and waving a hand casually over his shoulder, Xander led Atlas deeper into the city, content with a goal in mind. Plus, he was getting a bit peckish...perhaps a bakery visit was in order?
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Raider dog
Woof
A heavy sigh escaped Victor as he entered the cities gates and lazily let his eyes travel around his surroundings. It was a rather nice scene, though it was sort of ruined thanks to Victors stomach grumbling in frustration from the lack of food. He patted his gut before reaching into his saddles pouch to retrieve a piece of paper that held a well paying job. "Dead End Cave" it read with the reward below. He flashed a grin at the thought of filling his pouches with more coins. The only problem he seemed to face however was actual freaking directions to the cave! He shook his head with a frown. "Seriously? They couldn't give me a freaking location?" he mumbled to himself with annoyance. He shrugged and stuffed it back into his pouch with a few silent curses.
He'd just have to ask for directions, though he had a feeling that would be an issue seeing as how most of the people he's seen so far have been giving him a dirty look. They didn't look at him in such a way because of how he look, what he was or anything like that. They glared at him with a mixture of disgust and anger because of the pendant that dangled around his neck. The clover pendant to be exact. Victor was use to such things however, the pendant was a symbol of his former mercenary company, the Four Leaf Clover company. In recent years they had become a wanted group and had caused some trouble with a few neighboring countries. They were only cornered last year and finally put to an end by a legion of soldiers from some Empire out for blood. Victor never liked to think about what caused his former comrades to go down such a path, but he simply moved on while still wearing the pendant to honor them as the last member of the company.
He sighed and ignored them as he started to travel deeper into the city, but pulled back on his mounts reigns as he heard the cave come up in a conversation. He looked for the source and spotted a read haired woman speaking to a fox type beast. "Hm, might as well," he mumbled before redirecting Clover towards them. As he neared he came to a stop and looked to the two with a neutral look. "Hey, you two, you wouldn't happen to know anything about this would ya?" he asked as he held up the paper that held everything about the Dead End cave, of course the direction were missing. "The bastards didn't put the damned caves location on here," he complained before pausing as he felt a bit off about something. He looked a bit over his shoulder and spotted a bug like creature looking in his direction. He wasn't certain on what it was called, but he's seen them before. He looked to the stranger with a raised eyebrow as he rested his hand on his swords hilt. His history with their kind isn't exactly a fun one. He soon looked back to the two he had approached and waited for their reply.
Raku
Kylesar1
Ranix Aurus
He'd just have to ask for directions, though he had a feeling that would be an issue seeing as how most of the people he's seen so far have been giving him a dirty look. They didn't look at him in such a way because of how he look, what he was or anything like that. They glared at him with a mixture of disgust and anger because of the pendant that dangled around his neck. The clover pendant to be exact. Victor was use to such things however, the pendant was a symbol of his former mercenary company, the Four Leaf Clover company. In recent years they had become a wanted group and had caused some trouble with a few neighboring countries. They were only cornered last year and finally put to an end by a legion of soldiers from some Empire out for blood. Victor never liked to think about what caused his former comrades to go down such a path, but he simply moved on while still wearing the pendant to honor them as the last member of the company.
He sighed and ignored them as he started to travel deeper into the city, but pulled back on his mounts reigns as he heard the cave come up in a conversation. He looked for the source and spotted a read haired woman speaking to a fox type beast. "Hm, might as well," he mumbled before redirecting Clover towards them. As he neared he came to a stop and looked to the two with a neutral look. "Hey, you two, you wouldn't happen to know anything about this would ya?" he asked as he held up the paper that held everything about the Dead End cave, of course the direction were missing. "The bastards didn't put the damned caves location on here," he complained before pausing as he felt a bit off about something. He looked a bit over his shoulder and spotted a bug like creature looking in his direction. He wasn't certain on what it was called, but he's seen them before. He looked to the stranger with a raised eyebrow as he rested his hand on his swords hilt. His history with their kind isn't exactly a fun one. He soon looked back to the two he had approached and waited for their reply.
Raku
Kylesar1
Ranix Aurus
Ranix Aurus
Languishing in Progress
Loew the Thri-Kreen
Wakefield
The city was beautiful, amazingly so, to the point that Loew held her breath away. Thri-Kreen rarely appreciate arts, but Loew was an exception. She knew the value of beautiful things, and if the things had practical use then even more so. Wakefield's tall, arching buildings achieved those criteria.
The people, not so much. They were no fighters. Fair-skinned, casual clothing, city-dwellers and merchants held no interest in Loew's mind. It made this fellow she was following more enticing, as he stood out from the bunch. Although, going deeper into the city she could see more and more adventurers. These she could appreciate. Her mood got better upon seeing them.
The man suddenly changed direction, before stopping in front of two strangers. A red-haired human woman and a male let'Poai. She stopped as well, although her knowledge of Common wasn't so good to understand their speech in entirety.
The man had finally noticed her, and raised a warning. Well, it was the normal thing to do when an insect follow you around, after all. Bradley had taught her of this world's custom. Or at least he tried as best as he could. If she wanted to make "friends", she should present herself as not-dangerous. Hmm, yes, she should do it now.
She stepped closer so the three could get a better look at her, and then let out clicking noise. Uh, wrong...how did she do it again? She moved her throat a bit, trying to get the right frequency to speak.
"Hello. You, strong. I, like."
She pointed at Victor with one of her four arms, and then cupped her hands and bowed down.
Guess Bradley had failed...
Raider dog
Kylesar1
Raku
Wakefield
The city was beautiful, amazingly so, to the point that Loew held her breath away. Thri-Kreen rarely appreciate arts, but Loew was an exception. She knew the value of beautiful things, and if the things had practical use then even more so. Wakefield's tall, arching buildings achieved those criteria.
The people, not so much. They were no fighters. Fair-skinned, casual clothing, city-dwellers and merchants held no interest in Loew's mind. It made this fellow she was following more enticing, as he stood out from the bunch. Although, going deeper into the city she could see more and more adventurers. These she could appreciate. Her mood got better upon seeing them.
The man suddenly changed direction, before stopping in front of two strangers. A red-haired human woman and a male let'Poai. She stopped as well, although her knowledge of Common wasn't so good to understand their speech in entirety.
The man had finally noticed her, and raised a warning. Well, it was the normal thing to do when an insect follow you around, after all. Bradley had taught her of this world's custom. Or at least he tried as best as he could. If she wanted to make "friends", she should present herself as not-dangerous. Hmm, yes, she should do it now.
She stepped closer so the three could get a better look at her, and then let out clicking noise. Uh, wrong...how did she do it again? She moved her throat a bit, trying to get the right frequency to speak.
"Hello. You, strong. I, like."
She pointed at Victor with one of her four arms, and then cupped her hands and bowed down.
Guess Bradley had failed...
Raider dog
Kylesar1
Raku
Kylesar1
This is my loudest bork
Loew the Thri-Kreen
Wakefield
The city was beautiful, amazingly so, to the point that Loew held her breath away. Thri-Kreen rarely appreciate arts, but Loew was an exception. She knew the value of beautiful things, and if the things had practical use then even more so. Wakefield's tall, arching buildings achieved those criteria.
The people, not so much. They were no fighters. Fair-skinned, casual clothing, city-dwellers and merchants held no interest in Loew's mind. It made this fellow she was following more enticing, as he stood out from the bunch. Although, going deeper into the city she could see more and more adventurers. These she could appreciate. Her mood got better upon seeing them.
The man suddenly changed direction, before stopping in front of two strangers. A red-haired human woman and a male let'Poai. She stopped as well, although her knowledge of Common wasn't so good to understand their speech in entirety.
The man had finally noticed her, and raised a warning. Well, it was the normal thing to do when an insect follow you around, after all. Bradley had taught her of this world's custom. Or at least he tried as best as he could.
She stepped closer so the three could get a better look at her, and then let out clicking noise. Uh, wrong...how did she do it again? She moved her throat a bit, trying to get the right frequency to speak.
"Hello. You, strong. I, like."
She pointed at Victor with one of her four arms, and then cupped her hands and bowed down.
Guess Bradley had failed...
Lady Evelune Eskridge
Wakefield
So Dead End Cave was well known.......
Wakefield
So Dead End Cave was well known.......
Eve looked at the paper, having NEVER seen it before. She just heard about it. She normally wouldn't really even care about the bounty, but another 5 months stay at a hotel for bringing the culprit in plus 1 more month's worth for every person saved was a bit hard to ignore. She was Gonna go anyways, but this amplified her desire to go. This guy looked like the fighter type as well. "It's out 3 miles west from these gates. I'm headed there tonight. It's apparently deadly to walk past the sign posted in there. Would you like to come with?" If she had company, she wouldn't get taken without a fight. That went for this guy as well. Whatever was in there most definitely wasn't discriminatory. It took the knight Sir Lance, who was one of the best of the best, and he also went in alone.
The Mechanist
Everyone's favorite cybernetic robot! 🤖
Ren walked into the inn where he was immediately greeted by the patrons, "well if it ain't the champion of the empire!" Said one patron. His accent was enough to tell Ren that he was from the imperial capital as well. Other patrons spoke as well, "champion! Let me get you drink!" "Warrior can have a drink with me instead." Despite the amount of attention he always gets Ren will never truly be used to it. He was glad he hadn't removed his helm yet cuz beneath it was the nervous gaze of a shy man. "I'll have to pass my friends, I do not drink, it's not something that's allowed in my family," he said to them. His imperial accent heavy as he sighed proceeding towards the stairs. But then his attention was garnered by something else. In front of the fire place in the main lobby was a sleeping form, but what was odd about this form was the fact that it was a bug person of some kind. Ren he fought with many races of people's during his time in the arenas but never someone who looked like that. Slowly he got closer, head tilted in intrigue as he proceeded to get a better look at her. She was like a bee or a wasp, not common back in the empire but common enough to know what they look like. This woman appeared to be sleeping as well, did she not have a room?
Noble Scion
Noble Scion
Castello
The Original Chef Kitten
Raymond would frown, digging the tip of his shoe into the ground. He had stolen before, but never had he been caught, the nuance of this guilt phasing over him heavily. His eyes would actively avoid Finikin's, his mouth curling into a deep frown, his posture gave away his feeling of guilt if not his tone of voice.
"I am sorry, sir..." Was all that he had to say as an apology, of course, he had to defend himself like any boy his own age in trouble.
His disposition would turn to a defensive one, though not in a threatening or aggressive fashion. "But ya' see, sir, I was jus' tryin' to get meself a quick meal, I ain't meaning to rob you dirty, was jus' eyeing fer a couple of gold coins ya' see... I woulda only taken a couple, I jus' came all the way from Ormkirk and me rations jus' ran out..." Just as saying that, his stomach would begin to rumble obnoxiously. "Again, I know stealin' ain't right, but I have ta' eat somehow, aye? I ain't tryin' ta' hurt nobody..."
Wick
Melon Bomb
Note: The town Raymond is from is a fair distance away from Wakefield, about three week's travel on foot.
"I am sorry, sir..." Was all that he had to say as an apology, of course, he had to defend himself like any boy his own age in trouble.
His disposition would turn to a defensive one, though not in a threatening or aggressive fashion. "But ya' see, sir, I was jus' tryin' to get meself a quick meal, I ain't meaning to rob you dirty, was jus' eyeing fer a couple of gold coins ya' see... I woulda only taken a couple, I jus' came all the way from Ormkirk and me rations jus' ran out..." Just as saying that, his stomach would begin to rumble obnoxiously. "Again, I know stealin' ain't right, but I have ta' eat somehow, aye? I ain't tryin' ta' hurt nobody..."
Wick
Melon Bomb
Note: The town Raymond is from is a fair distance away from Wakefield, about three week's travel on foot.
Noble Scion
Crow, seeker of shiny things
Eliza Lavender
Current location: Innside (pun intended) one of the inns of Wakefield
"Hmmm.... Hmmm...? Oh! Uhmm.... How may I help you?." The hornet yawned as she shuffled up from her spot on the soft bit of carpeting, awoken by the sound of people entering, only to see the newest person to the inn gawking at her from the other side of the room. She scrambled up quickly, using all four of her arms as support as she stood up and dusted herself off, her time next to the fire having rejuvenated her quite a bit. It already felt like she’d slept a full day, it felt like a nice time to go flying given that she was nice and warm, but first, she wanted to chat with this fellow, because they were technically neighbours, at least for the time being.
“Hello” she said in a very careful and regimented way as she tried her hardest to remember the foreign tongue she had been quite good at back in school, but had quickly dropped it after leaving. “My name is Eliza Lavender, you are?” She said, giving him a soft smile as she stretched one of her black and yellow hands towards him. “Don’t worry, I won’t sting, unless you annoy me, or get too close.” She joked, finishing it off with a nice, pleasant laugh as her accent chipped in, a sweet fragrance spilling off of her into the room around her. She hoped to ease the tension a little bit. The Gaurds she had trained with had told her that a good first impression was epvery important when exploring new lands
Current location: Innside (pun intended) one of the inns of Wakefield
"Hmmm.... Hmmm...? Oh! Uhmm.... How may I help you?." The hornet yawned as she shuffled up from her spot on the soft bit of carpeting, awoken by the sound of people entering, only to see the newest person to the inn gawking at her from the other side of the room. She scrambled up quickly, using all four of her arms as support as she stood up and dusted herself off, her time next to the fire having rejuvenated her quite a bit. It already felt like she’d slept a full day, it felt like a nice time to go flying given that she was nice and warm, but first, she wanted to chat with this fellow, because they were technically neighbours, at least for the time being.
“Hello” she said in a very careful and regimented way as she tried her hardest to remember the foreign tongue she had been quite good at back in school, but had quickly dropped it after leaving. “My name is Eliza Lavender, you are?” She said, giving him a soft smile as she stretched one of her black and yellow hands towards him. “Don’t worry, I won’t sting, unless you annoy me, or get too close.” She joked, finishing it off with a nice, pleasant laugh as her accent chipped in, a sweet fragrance spilling off of her into the room around her. She hoped to ease the tension a little bit. The Gaurds she had trained with had told her that a good first impression was epvery important when exploring new lands
The Mechanist
The Mechanist
Everyone's favorite cybernetic robot! 🤖
Ren was taken aback as the insect woman stood up and began to talk. She had a rather soothing and calming voice. Her expression was that of someone who wanted to be friendly which was enough for Ren.
She introduced herself, Eliza Lavender, the name of a flower, ironic. A soft laugh escaped his lips as she made her joke, "remind me to stay on your good side then." He responded before reaching up and removing his helmet. His fur covered face coming into view, his ears twitching and stretching from being smooshed by his helmet. "Ahh feels good to let the ears breathe." He said, his tail swishing behind him happily.
Reaching forward he gently took her hand, feeling how smooth and strong it was, "I am Renellius Caius, champion of the imperial arena. I am here with my brother Zano caius, he's in our room." He said to her offering her a gentle and friendly smile. "What brings you to Wakefield?"
Noble Scion
She introduced herself, Eliza Lavender, the name of a flower, ironic. A soft laugh escaped his lips as she made her joke, "remind me to stay on your good side then." He responded before reaching up and removing his helmet. His fur covered face coming into view, his ears twitching and stretching from being smooshed by his helmet. "Ahh feels good to let the ears breathe." He said, his tail swishing behind him happily.
Reaching forward he gently took her hand, feeling how smooth and strong it was, "I am Renellius Caius, champion of the imperial arena. I am here with my brother Zano caius, he's in our room." He said to her offering her a gentle and friendly smile. "What brings you to Wakefield?"
Noble Scion
Wick
Harbinger of Fresh Produce. Such as Cheese.
Finikin
Current Location: Streets of Wakefield
Interacted with: n/a
Currently Interacting with: Irina (
Melon Bomb
), Raymond (
Castello
)
Feeling: Relieved
Finikin listened to the boy explain himself and as he did so his own stomach growled quietly. The last thing he'd had to eat was a full slice of bread a few hours ago. It was a ton of food for him but it wouldn't be long before he ended up starving. He could eat insects but something about it was just so degrading given how civilized he was compared to reptiles of the past.
"Well... yeah that makes two of us I guess." Finikin sighed. He reached down into his satchel but nothing remained. Despite the fact that it had no bottom, it looked a lot flimsier without anything occupying that space. "I used to be an adventurer." He explained. "But then I took an arrow to the knee But I can't go out like I used to. It feels like the dungeons these days are just way more intense than they used to be. Even when I do manage to scrap anything valuable up, nobody believes I could ever have pulled off such a feat. I guess I can't really blame them." He said and motioned at his slim body.
He then looked past the boy and to the woman who held Icara's gemstone. "Thank you so much for finding that for me. I thought it was gone for good." He said and chuckled a little. "Kinda figured it would keep going until it reach the core of the planet and became one with it. Speaking of which how are you able to hold it? It's supposed to burn through everything and anything you know." He stared at the gloves adorning her hands. They looked pretty much normal, but something about them just seemed off. Did she know magic as well? "I can put it out if you'll let me."
Current Location: Streets of Wakefield
Interacted with: n/a
Currently Interacting with: Irina (
Melon Bomb
), Raymond (
Castello
)Feeling: Relieved
Finikin listened to the boy explain himself and as he did so his own stomach growled quietly. The last thing he'd had to eat was a full slice of bread a few hours ago. It was a ton of food for him but it wouldn't be long before he ended up starving. He could eat insects but something about it was just so degrading given how civilized he was compared to reptiles of the past.
"Well... yeah that makes two of us I guess." Finikin sighed. He reached down into his satchel but nothing remained. Despite the fact that it had no bottom, it looked a lot flimsier without anything occupying that space. "I used to be an adventurer." He explained. "
He then looked past the boy and to the woman who held Icara's gemstone. "Thank you so much for finding that for me. I thought it was gone for good." He said and chuckled a little. "Kinda figured it would keep going until it reach the core of the planet and became one with it. Speaking of which how are you able to hold it? It's supposed to burn through everything and anything you know." He stared at the gloves adorning her hands. They looked pretty much normal, but something about them just seemed off. Did she know magic as well? "I can put it out if you'll let me."
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