Graded [Paizu Mountains] Shadows Amidst the Snowstorm

[Tattletale]

Seth

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Mentions: Elvario Vaudivolt
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The ram's charge was strong, but Seth found that he could bear it without too much trouble. After a few seconds of stalemate, the animal stepped back, and Seth returned his bow with one of his own. At Ceylan's words, he blushed a bit, grinning sheepishly. “Hah! With training mates such as these, we'll still make a decent warrior out of me, right?” However, the contest was apparently far from done. As the two men talked, Corne approached, circling and inspecting the spear Seth had nailed to the ground. At first, he thought the bighorn was just curious, but then his head snapped, and the weapon was balanced between his horns. Seth blinked. Not a bear later, Corne was running off towards the ranch, spear in horns.

“Hey, that's mine!” Astonished, Seth looked between priest and dashing ram. “Um. Yeah, it seems we shall, Bishop Ceylan”. With a nod and not one more second to think, Seth rushed onwards, following the not-so-little thief. He, however, knew a lost cause when he saw one. Corne was fast!

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Actions
1 - Movement [Medium, 30 ft.]

 

[Vaudivolt]

Nona Stoutwalker, Cenric, Capri & Corne
Nona nodded in affirmation and made herself comfortable against the cart. Leaning her back against the wood, she slowly rolled her shoulders while she kept an eye on the lake. And, as if answering the beckoning call of their collective watching, something came into view. “What in the--?” Nona mused out loud and stood up straight. It was Corne, and he was leaving a trail of dust in his wake as he approached. It seemed the animal had reached the outskirts of the ranch in record time, racing past the fences that marked the property's edge.

“Corne!” Nona called to the animal. It did not look like he had a destination in mind. His only objective was to keep the spear lodged between his horns away from Seth. Who, as it happened, came into view shortly after. Joined by the other bighorn, Capri, and with the Wandering Saint walking behind.

Seeing this, Nona sighed at the thought of further straining her arms. Still, after rolling her shoulder once more, she jumped in front of Corne. One hand grabbed the animal by the horn, and the other took the spear shaft. Twisting them both, Nona leveraged the head of the spear into the ground and kept it in place against the huffing bighorn. [1]

“What are you doing, you big oaf?” She asked the animal as she knelt and petted his fleece. Corne struggled against the spear and then relaxed as he let out a defeated huff. In return, Nona smiled, patted the animal again, and looked up at the approaching group. “By the looks of it, I'd say you won! Corne doesn't steal unless the item caused their loss.” She spoke with a congratulatory tone and carefully dislodged the spear from Corne's horns. Then, she handed the weapon back to the rightful owner. "Although, how'd these two manage to disarm a mercenary, Seth? That's what I'm dying to know!"

“Is-- everything alright out here?” Another voice joined the conversation. It was Cenric, lured away from his task by the outside commotion. He lowered the broom he held in a defensive stance and breathed a sigh of relief as he inspected everyone for any hints of trouble.

“Everything is fine, Cenric! Just a bit of hurt pride making my animals act up,” Nona reassured him with a warm smile before asking her own question. “How's the farmhouse looking?”

“Oh, yes-- I'm finished. So, is there anything else you need me to do?” Cenric replied with a hint of pride in his words. He seemed glad with the opportunity to start repaying the damage he'd caused.

“I think your next task will be escorting this group of heroes, no?” Nona glanced around the group, looking for signs of either confirmation or somebody to interject.

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Action [1]: Push Target [Superstrength E]
Action [2]: -
Action [3]: -

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Elvario Tattletale SilverFeathers

 

[Elvario]

Ceylan

Spoiler: Full Image & Source

From:
Ceylan (Event) - Granblue Fantasy Wiki

Languages: Common | <Beastial>
Mentions: Vaudivolt | Seth Tattletale | Ricti SilverFeathers

He walked up to the group at a calm pace, having no need to rush after either sheep or man. However, when he spotted Nona, he couldn't help himself from commenting. “You've got yourself some fine warriors in your employ. I think I finally realise why you didn't worry about leaving your herd a while back.”

He did catch up on Nona's word from a distance, with his sharp hearing. All in all, he couldn't help wondering. Did Seth truly win? He'd let his weapon get taken. That was a bad move for a mercenary. He decided it might be best not comment on it, but he also realised it'd be good to know a bit more about the type of person he'd be dealing with when going in a life-threatening situation. He figured he'd be a tad bit more aggressive than normal and went for it. “If they are assumed to have worked together, I'd argue that stealing the spear means they won.” He wondered how Seth would react to that.

That left him with another thing that was still in the back of his mind. What kind of odd meeting Nona and Ricti had been having. Could he trust them even without knowing such things? Probably. Yet... they were going to go into a life-threatening situation. Should he prod a bit there as well? He wasn't sure. That's when a thought occurred to him. Perhaps... “I'm assuming you two got everything sorted out?” That question should be enough. It hinted at the fact he knew more, without directly accusing them. If they wanted to say more, this would be their chance. If not, he'd just have to try having faith that it didn't concern him or their future mission.

 

[Tattletale]

Seth

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Mentions: Vaudivolt Elvario

Seth finally caught up to the dashing ram, which had taken a dead sprint through the ranch. Not that it had done him any good. That was a fast animal! Luckily for him, Nona stopped Corne in his tracks, halting the charge. Seth skidded to a stop next to rancher and animal, breathless. Panting, he rested gauntleted hands on his knees, slumping a bit. “Huff— I- Puff— I appear to have been—” He gulped air, trying to catch his rhythm again. “Aghh— Haaah. Out… Outrun. Haahh.”

With a slight pause to finish composing himself, the mercenary accepted his spear from the beast woman, slinging it on his back once more. Ceylan caught up then, making light conversation with her. “Ah, that's better. Victory, Miss Nona? Hah!” An almost boyish grin spread across his face, thoroughly amused at the whole situation. “Not at all! They had me dead to rights.” He nodded at the priest, barely containing his laughter. “We could charitably call it a draw at best, I suppose. If anything, Bishop Ceylan has the right of it! An unarmed warrior is often a bested one. Corne saw an opportunity, and he took it without hesitation!” He laughed then, high and unrestrained. It had truly been a while since he had allowed himself to relax a bit, and given the task they had ahead, it was probably a good idea to unwind before things got serious.

As he did before the duel, Seth bowed lightly to both bighorns, “An honor, Sir Capri. Sir Corne. You do your mistress credit.” He winked at said mistress, still amused. “Besides, if you didn't meet a worthy rival in me… Well, at least we put on a nice performance for the good Bishop, eh?” With that, Seth settled back to his usual calm. Though a smile still twinkled in his eyes, he paid attention to Ceylan's last question, and to the answer it would elicit. Perhaps it would be time to set out soon.

 

[SilverFeathers]

Ricti (#BD5C0F)​

Character Sheet
Vaudivolt Tattletale Elvario​

It seemed their kind mercenary, Seth, was one to always find himself in entertaining situations. First he barrelled down a hill as an introduction, and now he seemed to be comically chasing after a ram with his spear lodged between its horns. The three-pronged creature seemed quite menacing as it waved its extra weapon around recklessly, but fortunately, their ever omnipotent Nona managed to resolve things in an instant. At times like this, Ricti could only think that it was a pity she was not joining them on their journey.

Still, as the expedition members gathered, Ricti nodded in greeting to them all in turn, subtly adjusting the cloak on his shoulders as he recalled the clothing item he was gifted.

Listening into their passing words, Ricti figured that Seth seemed to have dueled the sheep he and the bishop were meant to shepherd? Leading to the current situation? Nona's comment of a ram being able to disarm their main fighting force seemed a concern, but Ricti himself would likely be a deadweight on the journey, so he certainly wasn't one to judge.

Ceylan's comment brought Ricti mildly back to reality, his gaze quietly shifting toward the dog-eared humanoid. "Yeah. Everything's in the cart." He responded simply, pointing towards the pretty well-sorted-out goods piled in the wagon. It's not that he didn't have an inkling towards the hidden meaning of his question, but Ricti had no intention to say something he shouldn't. Especially after having received enlightenment and encouragement from Nona, his mind was clearer and sturdier than before, and he was not one to let such secrets slip.

The bishop was polite enough to not blatantly pry, and he was thankful for that at least. Denying people answers in such a manner too often tended to breed conflict and bad will. Or at least, there was something subconsciously lurking in the back of his mind that told him so.

With everyone gathered and all chores sort-of completed, it seemed the time to set off was near. He quietly nodded as Nona and Cenric mentioned the matter, piping up shortly afterward with his stance. "I'm ready to set off whenever." He nodded simply. Though his tone was as emotionless as ever, there was also a hint of his determination in his voice that wasn't there before.

 

[Vaudivolt]

Nona Stoutwalker, Cenric, Capri & Corne
Holding on to the spear while Seth caught his breath, Nona's attention turned to Ceylan. As the bishop approached, he complimented her on her fine warriors. The minotaur woman happily acknowledged the remark with a warm smile. But, unable to resist the opportunity, she felt the need to retort playfully. “Shame on you, bishop,” she spoke with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, “Thinking I wouldn't have eyes on my flock at all times, shameful.”

“These two would face certain death for me, and I for them!” She added with a smirk and placed her free hand gently onto Corne's horn, prompting Corne to bleat in response, and Capri joined in. They both appeared to be beaming with pride over being recognized as fine warriors by everyone present.

Having toyed enough with the bishop, Nona listened to the retelling of their encounter with the two bighorns, and her smirk widened. “Sounds like you need an impartial referee--”

Nona glanced over Seth and her bighorns, taking a few moments to consider what had transpired. “So, the way I see it, these fine warriors may have disarmed you, Seth, but considering you were up against two opponents by yourself-- I rule it a draw!”

Capri and Corne huffed loudly at the idea of a draw, turning up their noses at the result. But, as Seth bowed for them again, they returned the gesture as a sign of mutual respect. On the other hand, Nona glanced away from Seth's gaze as she caught the wink during the exchange. And with crossed arms, she lightly shook her head with a defiant bashfulness.

It was Ceylan that managed to shake her out of her inner conflict. And in response to his question, Nona glanced at Ricti before saying anything. He would have to answer first, and she would then base her response on what the young man willingly shared. Noting that Ricti kept his response focused on their task, Nona went along with it.

“Right, and since we have these fine warriors here now,” she added to Ricti's comment and pet both her bighorns for emphasis, “you're all set to go beat up some werewolves!”

“Now, seat yourself however you like,” Nona said, gesturing towards the cart, “Front, back, oh! And Cenric, can you take the reigns while I wrestle these two into their wagon harness?”

“You don't need help with them-- Alright,” Cenric replied as he watched Nona take her animals to the front of the cart. Showing no problems in doing so, Cenric took her word for it and climbed onto the bench in front to take hold of the reigns. And while grasping them firm, he glanced back at the group.

“Oh, so-- I've got space in front for one more person...” Cenric said with a short pause, “Bishop, will you take that seat while Ricti and Seth take a seat in the back? If-- that works for everybody?”

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Elvario Tattletale SilverFeathers

 

[Elvario]

Ceylan

Spoiler: Full Image & Source

From:
Ceylan (Event) - Granblue Fantasy Wiki

Languages: Common | <Beastial>
Mentions: Vaudivolt | Seth Tattletale | Ricti SilverFeathers

He was a bit surprised at Seth's sportsmanship, but he appreciated it. The man admitting defeat after being outwitted by the ram showed some of the better quality personality traits a man could have. “I'm sure he won't manage to do the same thing twice when you eventually challenge them to a rematch.” He replied, with a bit of humour to his sentence. He could imagine the start of epic sage of Seth versus Capri & Corne. As for Seth's last sentence, he smiled. “Indeed, it was a pleasure to witness.”

The other man was a tad bit less easy to trust and relate with. Ricti's short answer felt a bit too short. Whatever he'd discussed with Nona, it was clear he was holding back something. Whilst such was his good right, it did make it a tad bit more difficult to feel as comfortable around him as Ceylan already felt comfortable about someone rather open and straightforward like Seth. “Good, that means we can be on our way.” He replied to Ricti, giving him a simple nod.

Nona's joking missed its mark. All he could think of was 'Dotti would beg to differ', but he was wise enough not to say so. Instead, he was quick to formulate a more clever reply. “With these two, you wouldn't even need to do so.” He replied, which she soon confirmed by stating just how dedicated these two rams were about protecting everyone in their flock, Nona included.

When Nona ruled the battle between Seth and the rams a draw, Ceylan nodded. “Another reason for there to be a rematch one day.”

Now, the real surprise, however, was when he realised just why they had gathered these sheep. It turned out it wasn't just for the sake of keeping them busy. These were actually the ones going to pull the cart. Ceylan had seen a fair bit, but this wasn't one of the things he'd seen before. The closest thing he'd seen was probably that one sled drawn by reindeer that one time...

He was drawn back out of his thought when Cenric called over. “Sure.” He replied, not entirely certain of why Cenric wanted him along, but figuring the former werewolf simply didn't feel two comfortable around the two lesser-known individuals just yet. He got on the cart with surprising ease, as even though he was a gentle one, he still had beast blood flowing through him. “Well then, may our travels be blessed.” He spoke, as he was ready to move out. Or well, be moved out. It'd been a fair while since he'd been able to travel in the luxury of not having to even move his feet. So much so that he'd almost forgotten how relaxed it was to just sit and wait.

 

[Tattletale]

Seth
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Mentions: Vaudivolt Elvario SilverFeathers

Seth looked at the byplay of his travelling companions, content with listening. He was a little surprised to see Nona hitching Capri and Corne to the cart, having expected something like mules or aurochs, but the animals were hardy and brave, so he hadn't any complaint about it. The mercenary gave a chuckle at the comment of an eventual match, amused. Time would tell if there would be the opportunity.

As he was about to ask about seating arrangements, Cenric offered his own, and Seth saw no reason to refuse. “That works for me! Been a while since I was toted around instead of riding!” He was also pleased of the opportunity to get to know better their other travelling companion. Ricti seemed a bit distant, or perhaps he was just shy. Besides, he had gone with Nona to help prepare the cart. That willingness was a good thing in Seth's book, but it meant that they hadn't gotten to really talk properly.

Seth vaulted over the side of the cart in a single fluid motion, jumping the distance and steering himself with a hand on the wooden side. Once in, he turned to Ricti, grinning. “Care to join in?”. He looked down at the younger man, offering a stretched hand in case he wanted some help to get in. He was glad he had offered his cape before. Though Ceylan's and Nona's ministrations had helped with his wounds and cold, Seth couldn't help but feel that Ricti looked a bit lost. There was a firmness in the way he spoke, however, and Seth hoped that firmness would hold throughout their mission.

 

[SilverFeathers]

Ricti (#BD5C0F)​

Character Sheet
Vaudivolt Tattletale​

"Sure, and thank you." Ricti nodded toward Cenric before turning to Seth and taking his hand. As a zombie, Ricti had been rather nimble, but that was when his body could not feel anything, so his movements had always been reckless. If he attempted movements similar to Seth, he feared he might harm himself before the journey even began, so he unabashedly took the help offered to him.

"Oh, I don't think I got a chance to say it earlier, but thank you for the cloak." He added quietly with a nod, feeling said cloak flutter behind him as he took his seat. "Take care Nona. We'll be back soon." Peering round the side of the cart, where Nona was harnessing up the bighorns, he gave her a light wave, before turning back to his seat partner.

"Can you tell me a little about where you came from? It might help jog my memory." Ricti scratched his head as he asked his question a little awkwardly. Although he was comfortable with silence, he wasn't sure if a sunny personality like Seth's would be, so he thought he'd try and initiate a bit of conversation. In a way, he was also digging for a bit more information on the world he was dropped into, so he was kinda killing two birds with one stone here.

"Also, if you don't mind me asking... can you tell me what it's like being a mercenary?" Perhaps he felt a little guilty for using Seth as an information source, even if it wasn't the main intention, so he thought he'd ask another question shortly after as well. His inquiry was relatively toneless as he cocked his head to the side, but this was something the ex-zombie was genuinely curious about. Mercenaries weren't exactly prevalent in the modern world, often only heard of in fantastical medieval fiction. Being a freelance 'murderer' or perhaps 'bodyguard', was a curious concept, so he couldn't help but wonder what blood had been spilt on the kind Seth's hands. Had he killed people or sentient creatures before? Was it worth the price that was paid?

His hands somewhat itched with curiosity, as he realized some past habits of his time as a fervent scholar was beginning to leak out. He hoped they had libraries in this world, there was much to learn and he was excited to do so. All he needed was time.

 

[Vaudivolt]

Nona Stoutwalker, Cenric, Capri & Corne
With a blessing from the Wandering Saint and a nod from Nona that indicated the two bighorns were ready, Cenric hit the reigns. The sound of which, accompanied by the huffing of Capri and Corne, announced their departure from the Last Chance Ranch. And Nona stepped away from the moving cart, raising her hand high. “You better return with a good story about a group of heroes that saved a village!” She called as her parting words, and waved the group off until the cart left her line of sight.

And for the time being, that would be it. For a while, Nona lingered to watch the empty path stretch out in front of her. And a shadow of doubt grasped her heart. “Seriously... you better return...” She muttered to herself before she turned her back toward the path, returning to her life as a rancher.

For the traveling group, the road ahead was surprisingly uneventful. Further away from the lake near the Last Chance Ranch, the area quickly became more sparse. Fewer trees outlined the path, and the plant life quickly shed their lush greens in favor of flatter colors. Tufts of yellow-green grasses accompanied by the occasional resilient wildflower became the only variety among stray stones and lonesome trees. Quiet and uneventful, but a calm fit for conversation.

After their first day of travel, when Capri and Corne began showing signs of slowing down, Cenric halted the cart in a field that would serve as their campgrounds for the night. The site was rudimentary but comforting. Nothing more fancy than a few tents huddled around a warm fire that kept away the nightly chill of the Paizu Mountains air. When the night arrived, they took turns guarding their campsite, but the peaceful passing made that little more than a precaution. And come next morning, everyone had enjoyed a restful sleep that would serve them well during the second half of their journey.

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Tattletale Elvario SilverFeathers

 

[Tattletale]

Seth
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Mentions: Vaudivolt SilverFeathers

Seth pulled up as his palm clasped with Ricti's, careful not to press too hard, so his metal gauntlet didn't dig into the other man's hand. Once both of them were comfortably settled, or at least as comfortable one could be atop a wooden cart, Ricti gave his thanks for the cloak. “Ah, it is no trouble at all.” Seth grinned, happy that it had been useful. “You looked like you could use it, after all. I don't really need it, there's quite a lot of layers and padding under the armor”. The former mercenary rapped his knuckles on the chest plate to punctuate his words.

The cart clattered away from Nona's ranch, so he gave the beast woman another parting smile and a big wave overhead. Would that they could meet again soon, and all of them safe. Only then he realised that Ricti had asked him a couple of questions and was looking at him, curious. Seth's smile faded a little as he gave them some thought. “Well… As a matter of fact, I think they both have a similar answer. I grew up in the big city, taking care of my younger brother.” he winced at that, though the pang of longing had dulled across the years, he still missed him a lot. Not wanting to get into too much detail, but also not wanting to lie, he recounted a couple of vague memories about those times. Taking odd jobs, though winter days… Nothing weird in either world. After that, he was a bit more straightforward. “A couple of years back, due to certain… circumstances, I found myself in the wilderness south of the Republic, bereft of resources and quite frankly, starving. Ryke, or any other city, was far away.”

“Then Helena found me.” Seth's face lit up again at the mention of his Captain. “Her company was roaming the wild lands, hunting for a monster. She took me in then. I think the company just intended me to escort me to civilization, maybe make me do some chores in exchange for food and the right for a tent.” he chuckled, reminiscing. His gaze wandered across the mountain landscape, not focusing in anything in particular. “But one night, the monster they had been looking for attacked. It wasn't alone, and that night I proved I had a bit of a talent with the spear. After that, well… They offered me a place. Taught me what I know about fighting, keeping myself and others alive.” Seth hummed, scratching his hand, and his eyes hardened. It was an incongruous expression on his face, usually kind. “The life of a sellsword, in itself, is tough. Dangerous. You lose people, and you get used to things no one shouldn't. I've seen my fair share of blood and pain, more than I ever wanted. There's also worth to it. We have done some good, saved people and helped just causes.” A sigh and he relaxed again. “It is a balancing act, though. We need to get paid, and not everyone has the coin. That's part of why I left.”

Seth turned his gaze back to Ricti, smile slowly growing back, “Still, I miss them. My brother, of course, but also my comrades. Van, always with a plan at the ready. Jittery Sylvia, quickest with a knife. Danza… So many more. And of course, my Captain. She truly was a sight to behold.” Seth coughed, trailing off. He realised He'd been talking for a while.
“I, uh, sorry. I tend to ramble. I didn't want to bore you. How're your wounds? Is something coming back?”

 

[SilverFeathers]

Ricti (#BD5C0F)​

Character Sheet
Vaudivolt Tattletale​

Accompanied by the gentle sound of Seth's storytelling, the fast-flowing scenery and bumpy ride was a lot less uncomfortable than Ricti had anticipated. Rather, he adjusted much quicker than expected to taking a transport vehicle again, finding himself appreciating the occasional sight of foreign wildflowers and the wind breezing past his skin.

Seth's visible wince however, brought another pang of guilt to the ex-zombie. Being the bringer of bad memories was never his intention. Strangely though, there was something in his mentions that pricked at the back of his mind. Taking care of someone... taking odd jobs, even through winter days... such things felt familiar. Ricti vaguely recalled a vision, of trudging through snow and opening a decrepit door expectantly, parcels and packages in hand. Why he felt 'expectant' alluded him however. The words 'a younger brother' lingered mentally as well... did he have one too? But for some reason, he felt that answer was not quite right or complete.

It was strange to think about, but perhaps he might have shared a similar past to Seth, despite the vastly different personalities they ended up.

It was only when the mercenary began bringing up the names of foreign locations that Ricti broke out of his trance, blinking himself back to reality before carefully storing the mentions of 'Republic' and 'Ryke' to his memory. With the mentions of an old friend, it wasn't long before Seth was back to his smiling self. "It was fortunate that she found you." He commented idly, glad to hear his latter memories were full of warmth. As he turned to his occupation, Ricti similarly sobered up in thought, though there was no real change in his expressionless appearance.

"Even if you had the talent for it, I'm surprised you chose the life of a mercenary. You seem so kind, it's hard to imagine you putting an end to another's life." Ricti mentioned thoughtfully, his words rather blunt. But, as he tried his best to rekindle more of his empathy, wanting to continue travelling with the people who saved him could also be part of the reason why Seth chose the same occupation. "I'm glad you found a new family."

At his consequent apology for rambling, Ricti could only mildly shake his head. "Don't apologize, I'm the one who asked. Thanks for sharing." He mentioned simply, before curiously looking toward Seth in confusion. "Wounds? Oh. Right. The frostbite. They were numb so I didn't really notice it at the time." He pondered, examining his seemingly recovered hands and fingers. "After the bishop healed me, everything looks fine, I think." He spoke as tonelessly as usual without a care, as if it didn't matter either way. He really couldn't tell if his hands were 'fine' or not, as he wasn't used to feeling sensation through them yet. Was the slight tingly feeling just because of the wind, or was it residual effects of the frostbite? It all felt the same to him.

At the question toward his memory, Ricti shook his head again. Not wanting to say nothing however, he tried to formulate some kind of response as thanks for the storytelling. "I'm not sure... but I feel as though I may have had a younger brother like you did." He pondered seriously, clamping his hands together. His original focus toward the new world he'd been dropped into, or information gathering, had waned at this moment. Rather, he was somewhat desperate to cling on to this potential memory of his past life, before becoming a zombie. He felt that it would lead to something that was once very important to him.

Realizing quite some time had passed in futile silence however, he spoke up again. "Sorry. I thought I'd remember more if I concentrated, but I think I'm just giving myself a headache." He scratched his head tiredly. "To be honest, without my memories, I'm not sure what to do. After helping you guys out, where do I go? Is there somewhere or someone I'm supposed to go to? I don't know. I can only hope that Nona would be willing to shelter me for a little while in exchange for labour while I sort out my next steps."

 

[Elvario]

Ceylan

Spoiler: Full Image & Source

From:
Ceylan (Event) - Granblue Fantasy Wiki

Languages: Common | <Beastial>
Mentions: Vaudivolt | Seth Tattletale | Ricti SilverFeathers

He'd spent most of the first day in silence. Thinking, praying, enjoying the scenery, praying some more, getting used to the fact that he was riding a cart instead of walking, praying a bit more, theorising about what they might be up against, praying some more, trying to silently observe Seth and Ricti to figure out more of whom he was with, praying even more and occasionally praising their trusty bighorns for pulling their cart along so well.

It was on the second day of travelling that he got a bit more talkative. “Say, Cenric, could you tell us a bit more about what life was like in Miller's Hollow?” he asked, interested in hearing a bit more about the day-to-day life there. “Also, this lady lady Leontine you mentioned prior, the one that hated those with canine features. Do you think there is any way I could at least try to make a good first impression on her, despite my features?”

That said, his inquiries weren't limited to Cenric alone. He was also curious about Ricti. “I couldn't help overhearing a little bit of your conversation with Seth from yesterday. In particular, the part about not knowing what to do next. Whilst I can't answer that question for you, I would be willing to help find you an answer. Whilst some in my church believe that everyone has a destined purpose, I personally believe that's not the case. I believe that most of us are free to find our own purpose. So even if you can't figure out where you are supposed to go, perhaps we can figure out where you want to go.” He figured extending such an offer was the quickest way to learn more about Ricti while at it and figuring out how much he could trust him.

 

[Vaudivolt]

Cenric
After a restful night, the party packed up camp to get back on the road. With Capri and Corne back to their energetic selves, the scenery passed quickly with their pace. A slight incline in the path signified they were beginning to enter the mountain range proper. Still, as Cenric guided their path, the way forward appeared to proceed as smoothly as the day prior. Until the sun began to lower past the midday point - and the air was cooling down around them. From the moment that chill brushed past, Cenric's nerves began to surface.

Without a sign of Miller's Hollow yet, or even the trail leading up to the town, he became very aware of the sun's position – and the daytime they were burning. Cenric checked the sky above every few minutes until a question distracted him from the nervous tick. “Life? Yes, I mean-- Yes, of course, bishop...”

“Miller's Hollow is self-sufficient by choice. We've never trusted outsiders-- No offense!” He hastily added after realizing what that must have sounded like. “We-- get our food and leather from the wildlife... wood from the conifers, and--” The words lingering in his mind compelled another glance to the skies above. “Precious metals for our protection and catalysts from the mountain...”

“As for-- Lady Leontine... I believe your reputation precedes you, bishop, but--” He paused but could not keep his eyes from glancing at the 'problem' features. “I think your-- appearance was left out... or knowingly avoided?”

“There are some exceptions, people who are accepted-- Leon would be...” Cenric muttered along, quietly seeking a way to help the bishop make a desired first impression. While he wrestled with his thoughts, he continued guiding the bighorns along a slight bent in the path. One that came with a new view of the mountainside, and what revealed itself startled him. “We're setting up camp here-- Now!” He practically demanded, moving the cart into an open area next to the path before any passengers could tell him otherwise. And in his mind, it was with good reason. Roughly four miles up an incline, hidden between the tops of conifers, pointed rooftops were visible. Presumably, their destination. Miller's Hollow.

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Elvario SilverFeathers Tattletale

 

[Tattletale]

Seth
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Mentions: SilverFeathers Vaudivolt Elvario

During the second day of their journey, Seth was mostly content to observe the scenery and chew on Ricti's doubts. He wouldn't have been able to answer with anything better than shallow encouragement the day before, so he decided to be quiet. It was a relief, then, when Ceylan offered a possible solution. Seth couldn't help but agree with the Bishop's words, but hearing his comment about other believers and their opinions on people's purpose made him think that he had done well to refuse his offer at the ranch. Seth was quite interested in hearing Cenric's explanations about the surrounding area. It was always good to get the lay of the land, specially if they'd be conducting their hunting around here.

Though he'd have preferred to remain silent, he felt somewhat bad for Cenric's fumbling. The man seemed nervous in general, but more so as the day advanced. As he heeded his call to set up camp, he mused on what had been said before. “Well, I wouldn't want to imply anything untoward, but it seems curious to me that someone from Ceylan's own faith is so averse to canine beast folk.” Seth stroked his chin, then helped hoist up one of the bedrolls and some tinder. “Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions, but may I ask if this Lady Leontine is a beast folk too?” The mercenary paused a second, wary of maybe being about to say something severely impolite and/or stupid. After all, he was basing his assumptions solely on the woman's name. Then he said it anyway. “Uh, perhaps one of the feline variety?” Perhaps it was an instinctive thing? That they could work with. Otherwise… Well, Seth wasn't too inclined to work with someone like that, but it would ultimately Ceylan's call, he thought. As he waited for an answer, Seth continued the night's camp's preparations.

 

[SilverFeathers]

Ricti (#BD5C0F)​

Character Sheet
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After a quiet, uneventful night where little more was said, Ceylan's sudden offer came a little out of the blue. Stiffly turning away from the large dog-ears that consumed his vision, it took a few moments for Ricti to recall what the bishop was talking about whilst listening. "Where I want to go..." He mused in thought, quietly repeating the latter words of the bishop.

"Perhaps you're right." He assented tonelessly, though he was not the most convinced at first. "But it feels a little selfish to just focus on myself like that. I worry about the people I may have forgotten and left behind." He explained carefully, silently clenching together the new, foreign hands that did not belong to him.

He did not know or recall a thing about the origins of his new body. Did he have a family? Friends? Perhaps there were even people out there looking for the original owner of this body. The idea of just casting them aside seemed heartless. But for now, like the bishop said, perhaps it was best to just try and look forward for himself. At least, until he could recall or figure out something more.

With that mindset accepted however, another question quickly followed... where did he want to go? Whenever he asked himself such a question here, his mind only drew a blank. If it was back in the other world, such answers would be obvious. A tall glass building with a good vantage point, an abandoned hideout with an underground escape system, or perhaps more simply, just a library or bookstore that hadn't been completely destroyed so that he could bide his days. Oh, wait, perhaps he could use that?

"I think I'd like to go somewhere with a lot of books." He blinked quietly towards the bishop after his musings, trying not to pay too much attention to his other, more unbearable features. "Do you know a place like tha-?"

Caught off-guard by Cenric's sudden shout, the last of Ricti's words was partially cut off as he looked around him in puzzlement. Noticing the distant rooftops, his pupils mildly dilated in understanding. Patting the bighorns comfortingly at the sudden stop, he hopped out and helped prep things for the night without any further questions. The continued talk on Miller's Hollow and Lady Leontine had left many curiosities for Ricti as to what he was about to face, but now that they were here, it seemed he'd get to see it all himself.

 

[Elvario]

Ceylan

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From:
Ceylan (Event) - Granblue Fantasy Wiki

Languages: Common | <Beastial>
Mentions: Vaudivolt | Seth Tattletale | Ricti SilverFeathers

He was ready to get the entire story about Miller's Hollow from Cenric, prepared to start listening with undivided attention. “None taken.” He wasn't even sure why he should feel offended by others liking to live on a more solitary manner. He'd visited and somehow connected with a lot of such places. It made the work more difficult, but also more rewarding. “Catalysts? Are there many mages in Miller's Hollow?” That part stood out.

As for his appearance, he tilted his head. “So she knows about me as a bishop Ceylan from the Syncretist church, but not about me being canine?” He'd ask to confirm if he had understood Cenric well enough. That was.. odd? He was eager to hear Cenric finish his sentence, but the latter cut off and suddenly demanded to set up camp. “Is something wrong?” He asked, although clearly there was. “I'm assuming you do not wish to go closer?” That was likely the answer. “Do not worry, we should be able to walk the rest from there. Thank you for guiding us thus far.” Even so, he was still curious. “Although I would like to know what you were wanting to say about lady Leontine.”

Ceylan raised an eyebrow at Seth's remark. “Whilst Syncretism has many difference faiths under its wings, there are few that take up Syncretism as their primary faith. I would not expect the people of Miller's Hollow to be counted among them.” However, when Seth suggested lady Leontine might be feline, he couldn't help chuckle a bit. “Well, I did have one attempting to murder me and my friends before...” he started out “... yet she's a great friend by now, whom I look forwards to seeing again and whom I genuinely wish to succeed at her current goals.” The memories of his odd encounter with Nashi were still vividly on his mind.

Either way, he sighed. “I fear lady Leontine's hatred of canines might be even more simple. After all, Werewolves are canine as well. It seems she might start off suspecting me to be one, or to be in league with one.” That was his own hypothesis.

That's when he turned his attention to Ricti. He nodded as he thought about where he might want to go, afterwards shaking his head. “Those are not mutually exclusive. If you worry about whom you might have left behind, perhaps that is where your heart truly wants to go. If that isn't possible though, I'd not say it's selfish either. Nobody can expect anyone to do the impossible.” He wasn't sure what Ricti's situation was, so he hoped he phrased it careful enough.

At the mention of books, he nodded. “I've heard Crustaton, the underwater city, has very ancient libraries with books older than most places. The Sky Kingdom is also rumoured to house large libraries with rare volumes. In the Grand Duchy, in Aslan, some of the books themselves are sentient, making as magical as their contents. The Holy City of Vegard has a fairly large library as well, but it's mostly religious books. I think the academy of Ryke has a fair few general academic subjects in its libraries.” He named a few, hoping to be of aid.

 

[Vaudivolt]

Cenric, Capri & Corne
Capri and Corne huffed loudly at the sudden demand to stop but brought the cart to the designated campsite. It was little more than a bare area across the mountain path that appeared to lead toward the rooftops in the distance. And yet, despite being near their destination, Cenric was first in line to get to work on setting up a campsite. His mind was so preoccupied with the task that he failed to address the bishop's questions in a timely manner. Realizing this, he backtracked once his feet had touched the sparse grass.

“Getting closer? That's-- half the issue, bishop...” He cryptically admitted while circling to the back of the cart. Once there, Cenric spoke while his hands kept busy pulling out tents. “If there is one piece of advice I was taught-- just the one... If you can see Miller's Hollow, then you're in cursed territory...”

“And speaking off-- Yes, bishop, there are a lot of mages. They all belong to Lady Leontine's congregation...” Cenric appeared to address the questions but suddenly lacked the courtesy to look at Ceylan as he answered him. Instead, he now seemed preoccupied with collecting loose rocks based on unknown criteria after abandoning the task of setting up the tents. He was acting erratic, his scattered behavior only partially understandable once the decided center of their camp began taking the appearance of a fieldstone fire pit. “Many-- many of those casters produce magic with their faith... and-- I think that's why so many of the catalysts are created... with faith in mind?”

He mulled over his words as the group discussed Leontine's race, insisting on finishing the fire pit despite it resting amidst half-built tents. It signified that this need for a fire trumped setting up a place to sleep, but why? “She-- Lady Leontine is a fox...” Cenric suddenly revealed as his hands fumbled with a tinderbox. He clasped it between his hands for a few seconds of calm before using it to try and start a fire. The initial sparks failed to produce results beyond increasing Cenric's tenseness.

Yet, the oddness of his behavior paled compared to the strangely colored sparks. When the following spark caught on, the strange color was confirmed, a blue glow emanating from the pit. It soon grew into a roaring, ethereal blue fire as Cenric tended the flames. “Hatred or not... unfounded suspicions or not...” He muttered into the flames before glancing towards the group. “She-- Lady Leontine keeps Miller's Hollow safe... It's her fire-- this fire, that repels the monsters clawing at-- the--”

Cenric's words slowed down, his gaze drifting past the group and onto the mountain path. The shadows of late dusk cloaked an unknown figure that shuffled down the path. It resembled a human form, but the movements were off – as if this supposed person was sleepwalking in the middle of the mountains. Even stranger, it avoided the direct light of the fire. Ensuring its facial features remained hidden in the steadily darkening shadows as it found a nearby rock and sat down on it. And while its features remained unseen, its fixated stare could be felt across the path...

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[Elvario]

Ceylan

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From:
Ceylan (Event) - Granblue Fantasy Wiki

Languages: Common | <Beastial>
Mentions: Vaudivolt | Seth Tattletale | Ricti SilverFeathers

As he saw Cenric getting more frantic, he almost instinctively put up a [Soothing Aura D] to help calm him down a bit. “Cursed territory?” Those words were familiar. He knew what to do, as he used his [Divine Senses B] to try to pick up on whatever his normal senses couldn't.

Once he'd gotten his information from that attempt, he'd realise Cenric had spoken more. “A congregation of mages utilising magic with faith?” He tried to recall with [Religion B] and [Syncretist Church Connected B] what he might have heard about such a thing. “Do you mean to say they use religious symbols?” That's what he assumed the 'faith in mind' part to mean, at least.

“Blue flames.” He noted. “That does indeed seem peculiar.” Another thing he wished to investigate with [Divine Senses] (at the highest grade he'd be allowed to use).

He was barely granted any time to do so, however, as even without his senses actively used, he noted the shifting shadow. “Another werewolf?” He asked, as he walked closer to the edge of the camp. It reminded him a bit of the shadow he'd cleansed out of Cenric. Still, he wasn't suicidal, so he made sure to stay somewhat in range of the fires. “You, out there!” He called out. “Show yourself, and I promise I will release you from your curse!” He wasn't sure if it was going to lead anywhere, but it was definitely somehow he wanted to try.

Soothing Aura – Magic Affinity D, Healing D, Magic Range E, Magic Targets E, Magic Duration E, Religion D, Empathy D, Energised D, Persuasion F – Character has a soothing aura that calms and heals those around them. - Grade D – 1 Post Cooldown.

Divine Senses – Magic Affinity B, Magic Range C, Religion B, Sixth Sense C, Energised B – Characters connection to the gods allows them to sense Curses, Blessings, Danger and Spirits that might go unnoticed by others. - Grade B – 3 Post Cooldown.

 

[Tattletale]

Seth
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Mentions: Vaudivolt Elvario SilverFeathers

Though Seth had been mostly quiet and thoughtful while setting up camp, the blue flames made him hum in appreciation. At least this Lady Leontine had style! And... A fox, huh? Well, his pet theory about animals still could have held, but he didn't really know too much about beast folk, so he didn't insist. Ceylan's reasoning was sounder, in an area with werewolf activity. Still, it didn't do Seth's opinion on the Lady's character any favours, if she extended her mistrust to any dog folk. Or dog, for that matter.

Ceylan's call shook him out of his thinking, and he flicked his eyes towards whatever had caught the priest's attention. Seth hadn't noticed the shambling figure steadily shuffling forward, and he silently cursed. He was supposed to stand between this group and whatever might hurt them. All must remain vigilant, but he would be the first line of defence. The mercenary tried to catch Ricti's eyes and gesture for him to be ready, then scooped up a handful of dirt, which could be useful in a scrap. Rising up from the crouch he had been in, he made to stand next to Ceylan, expression hardened but composed.

He hoped this was a traveller, but hopes were cheap, and he'd been properly paranoid many times before. Seth didn't draw his spear yet, but was ready for it, if it became necessary. If the beast folk could heal the curse, he could probably heal any wounds the stranger would sustain. He hoped it didn't come to that, and let Ceylan handle this as he saw fit. Unless things turned ugly.

 

[SilverFeathers]

Ricti (#BD5C0F)​

Character Sheet
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"That's a kind way of putting it. Thank you Ceylan." The bishop phased it so simply, as if the answer was only ever black or white. But for the overthinking mind that he had, it was quite comforting. If he couldn't remember, he couldn't remember. There was no need to push it.

However, the consequent words that flowed out of the bishop's mouth quickly threw any and all prior thoughts away. Underwater city? Sky kingdom? Sentient books? With every new offering Ricti grew more and more enamoured, staring at the bishop unabashedly with stars in his eyes, like a child eagerly listening to one of their favourite bedtime stories. The names of some of the more fantastically named places quickly left him, and as he realized this he hurriedly tried to ask for a more permanent list. "Could you-"

Before the question could leave his mouth fully however, the flare of blue flames startled his peripheral vision. Realizing the atmosphere had stilled, the bishop had confronted something, and Seth was gesturing something with his hands, Ricti blinked for a moment before quickly sobering up.

Slowly standing, he merely glanced towards the shambling figure when a soft mutter inadvertently left his mouth. "How familiar..." He mused thoughtfully, cocking his head to the side as he examined the stranger carefully [Perception F].

Haha, it was too zombie-like. Rather than afraid, the ex-zombie felt more at peace than ever. Like meeting an old friend after a long day. Meeting Ceylan was a thousand times more unnerving than watching this fellow. Ricti knew he needed to curb such feelings as soon as possible, considering he was no longer a monster, but it was a little hard to suppress the sense of comfort that came from seeing something similar to his kind in the old world.

Oh, watching Ceylan burn/purify/magic this potentially cursed folk likely wouldn't help his slowly suppressed fears toward him would it? Perhaps coming here was a mistake. But he was here now, and with a deep desire to watch/endure this confrontation with his own eyes.

 

[Vaudivolt]

??? & Cenric
As Ceylan mulled over the mention of a mage congregation, he could only recall hearsay that mentioned the muddling of magic and faith - the use of catalysts with religious significance. Those were practices attributed to the Church of the Hollow Moon, but that was all he could recall. Still, it sparked the forming of another connection. Miller's Hollow, he could swear he had heard that name before at the mention of faith. Not related to the village, but rather a bishop with that name. One who abandoned their duties years ago and disappeared after braving the Paizu Mountains. He recalled them being a woman, but her race and name eluded him for now. All he knew was that she was presumed dead, a fair assumption considering the reputation of the mountain range.

While his mind raced to connect the dots, his eyes noted the blue flames. Using his [Divine Senses B], the flickering glow revealed traces of [Control Environment] and [Mind Control] embedded into the embers. But, before he could assess their campfire further, his attention drew toward the figure across the path.

When Ceylan called out to the figure, his [Divine Senses B] alerted him of a shift in the atmosphere. It allowed him to recognize the onset of illusory magic before it took hold of him, and only him. Despite his awareness, he failed to break free, and the world's colors drained away into a flat grayscale. Only he and the figure across the path appeared exempt from the effect. The Wandering Saint, dressed in gold, white, and blue clothing. And the figure, within this world a mass of deep blackness swirling with streaks of red and green. There was a clear difference from his previous encounter, as it seemed stronger within its own territory.

As his [Divine Senses B] managed to discern [Transformation], [Change State], and a different variety of [Control Environment] among the overwhelming presence of [Illusion], the world darkened steadily. Until it had all but morphed into a featureless shadowscape. The only remaining things other than himself were the fire's blue glow surrounding him like a shield of light and the moon and stars above.

“Did you watch your shadow, bishop?!” A [Beastial] snarl suddenly echoed in all directions through the void, yet appeared to originate from above. “Now you shall watch mine!”

It was as if the moon was addressing him, but it began to shatter once he looked up at the celestial body. The broken pieces of the moon arranged themselves into a disembodied, wolfish grin floating through the blackened sky. “Step away from that light, bishop, DARE overstep your authority now!”

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“I shall watch over your shadow when you do!” With that veiling threat, the stars began blinking out of existence, their place among the near featureless heavens replaced by countless disembodied eyes. Then, as suddenly as the illusory magic had manifested, it disappeared. The eyes staring down at him closed slowly, bleeding color back into the world as the illusory magic faded. And with the spell broken, Ceylan still stood within the fire's glow - awaiting the unchanged figure's response as if time had not yet passed.

Glancing at the others, that appeared to be the case. From their perspective, nothing had yet occurred. The start of their standoff against the figure was merely a quiet moment preceding a potential storm. And one Seth and Ricti used to their advantage. Seth scooped up a handful of dirt and readied himself for a scrap. Ricti, on the other hand, used that moment to examine the figure more carefully. And managed to discern the shape of a curved cane held within the figure's hand, slumped against its body as it sat unmoving.

All the while, Cenric used this time to stay near the fire and mutter quietly. “Please, stand back and trust in Lady Leontine's fire...” He suggested with a quick glance at the group. His nerves had calmed from the bishop's aura, but he continued prioritizing the promised safety of the campfire over anything else. “It will attack if you give it an opportunity..."

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Elvario Tattletale SilverFeathers

 

[Elvario]

Ceylan

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From:
Ceylan (Event) - Granblue Fantasy Wiki

Languages: Common | <Beastial>
Mentions: Vaudivolt | Seth Tattletale | Ricti SilverFeathers

Although he called out with conviction, he couldn't help himself from feeling a tad worried. Perhaps that's what let to his downfall? He could sense it. A shift in the atmosphere. Illusions. However, even though he knew what happened, he was unable to stop it. He saw the colour drained from the world around him. He recognised some of it, yet it was stronger than before. It managed to sent a shiver down his spine. His ears drooped even further than usual. His tail curled around his leg. Even so, he kept standing straight, silent. The fear might've taken hold of his body, but he wasn't willing to give his mind to it as well.

That's when it spoke. He tried to reply, but whether it was the illusion or an innate fear, he didn't manage to cough up the right words. Still, what he was dealing with felt clearer when he was asked to step away from the light. Oddly enough, it was reassuring. That meant this thing, this curse, this creature, it had a weakness. It did not go near that light. That meant it could be beaten by it. It helped him calm down, as he was trying to find his voice. However, with a final threat, the creature seemed to withdraw its illusion.

When he snapped free, he immediately looked around. Were the others okay? Seth was standing near. Ricti a bit further. Cenric was tending to the fire. He sighed in relief. “Good.” He spoke, a bit surprised by the fact he'd found his voice again. He took a few seconds to digest what just happened. Then, he spoke up once more.

“We've come to the right place. The curse is here, stronger than it was in Cenric.” He spoke, as his eyes didn't leave the shadowy figure at the edge of their camp. His mind was trying to sort all the information he'd sensed and experienced as he was speaking. “It's a force capable of transformation and changing states, as well as controlling the environment. However, its main strength just now were its illusions...” He finally broke his gaze away from the shadowy figure. “Did either of you experience any of those as well?” He'd ask Seth and Ricti, not even bothering to ask Cenric as he assumed the latter was close enough to the fire to stay out of reach.

Either way, that was just the start of it. “I'm not sure why, perhaps it's divine intervention, but I can't help think of a story I once heard. The Church of the Hollow Moon once used catalysts with this type of religious significance. Somehow that reminds me of the story of a bishop that left their duties and disappeared into the Paizu Mountains. I'm not sure why, but I think she was a woman. Unlike Cardinal Zoilus, who is known to have somehow made his home in the Paizu Mountains, this woman is known to have perished in them. Yet... Perhaps something still survived.” He wasn't sure how, what or why. Yet he couldn't shake off the thought of it. He chose to believe it was the gods themselves pointing out that this was important, thus he'd share this story with the others.

However, there was more good news. “Those flames. I don't know why, but they don't just control the environment. They can also control the mind. Whomever is the origin of such magic must be very powerful or extremely clever and resourceful.” A smile formed upon his lips. “I'll admit that I'm not sure if I alone could defeat an evil this strong and with a power I can't ward myself against. However, I know that with the aid of the both of you... ” He'd look at Ricti and Seth. “... as well as the aid of whomever controls these blue flames, we should be able to cleanse it.” He'd managed to regain some confidence. Even in times like these, he was a bit of a [Holy Child], having faith in his ability to work together with anyone Holy that might aid them.

[Holy Child] - Character has been blessed by the heavens multiple times to work things in their favour. Celestial beings or holy folk are more likely to cooperate with character.

He went on to address Cenric. “You were right to start a fire and I now understand your fears better than ever. However, I'm sure of it. We can beat it.” Although his tail wasn't exactly wagging just yet, his lips formed a faint smile. “I've once read an old fairy tale about a monster that everyone said was an incarnation of fear. Nobody dared to fight, allowing it to go around unchecked. However, one day, a young boy, too young to understand fear, went off to fight it by stealing his father's sword. Everyone thought the child would die, but he returned back the next day, the monster defeated. It wasn't the monsters strength that had allowed it to keep executing its reign of terror, but its ability to make people fear it.” Those clever enough might realise where he was going with this.

“Although I doubt that this creature is the same, as it would be foolish to assume its weak enough to be killed by a child, I cannot help but feel like its attempt to scare people with illusions is a way to hide a weakness.” That was what he chose to believe, in order to give himself and his allies the hope and conviction they'd need to face this particular foe. “We'll defeat and cleanse it.” He concluded.

 

[Tattletale]

Seth
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Mentions: Vaudivolt Elvario SilverFeathers

Seth stood in the clearing they had been claiming as camp, alert and at the ready. The stranger didn't move, and neither did any member of the mercenary's group. The air felt heavy with anticipation, like it always did when the possibility of erupting violence came up. The stand-off seemed to stretch for a long time, but it couldn't have lasted for more than a few seconds when Ceylan suddenly tensed, tail coiling and ears drooping, almost… In fear? Seth didn't need more. He seamlessly unslung his spear, gripping it with one hand and holding it in a utilitarian stance. No, playful bowing or elegant whirling of the weapon like he did when sparring the rams. He was ready to kill.

Still, he didn't move from the priest's side, standing at attention. When Ceylan spoke, it surprised Seth, but he didn't move a whit. The armored man frowned, mystified, as he listened to Ceylan call to the other's and to their prospective foe. Did he hear something the other's hadn't? Still, their intent was clear. Not killing, but subduing. Perhaps the beast man would be able to free the stranger from whatever curse afflicted them, like he had done for Cedric a few nights before.

Seth stepped in front of Ceylan, blocking the path to his party. “Right, so. How we wanna do this? I can keep him off your tails while you cast whatever needs casting.” His voice was low, to the point. “Or do you think this can be dealt with bloodless?” He highly doubted it, but who knew what hidden aces Ricti or Ceylan had? Maybe they could stop or cleanse the hooded man before it came to a fight. He would defer to the others in this, as he didn't much mind either way.

 

[SilverFeathers]

Ricti (#BD5C0F)​

Character Sheet
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The word that broke the stalemate between Ceylan and the stranger was an odd one.

Good?

Ricti pondered confusedly, glancing back toward the startled bishop. Fortunately at least, he wasn't left confused for much longer, as Ceylan took a moment before elaborating further.

Ceylan's question was a curious one, as Ricti realized things seemed to have occured without any of his rejuvenated senses picking up on it, which was quite the sobering thought. Shaking his head in response, his musings lingered on the mention of illusions and mind control: frightening subjects to think about... even if it seemed the latter was on their side rather than the enemy's.

Ricti himself didn't have any special or useful abilities, so he didn't know where the bishop's sudden confidence came from, but he nodded in acknowledgement regardless. His gaze carefully wandered back to the resting cane by the stranger, re-affirming that he hadn't seen wrong earlier, before moving quietly behind Ceylan and Seth.

"He has a cane. So his legs might be a weak point. But at the same time, it could be a hidden weapon or diversion tactic, so be careful." He relayed quietly, whispering between the ears of the both of them before standing aside again indifferently. Now slightly closer than before, he continued to scrutinize the stranger, trying to garner any extra info he could as the opportunity arose [Perception F].