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This RP is part of the Isekai Hell group. It'll feature Mitsunari and Ceylan as they travel to the Paizu Mountains to look for a Syncretist Cardinal known to have strong healing magic, hoping to have him cure their [maimed] conditions. Anyone hoping to free Ceylan from the fox's bad influence or to join Mitsunari's attempt to make use of the Syncretist goody-two-shoes is welcome to join in on their journey (but do give a heads-up so we can work out how to best incorporate other characters into the story). There will be a relatively strict 48 hour posting cycle to ensure the RP progresses at a nice pace.
Ceylan's journey had progressed slowly and painfully. He'd been able to hitch rides from people to get closer to the Paizu mountains, especially now that he was back in his home country, The Republic. He realised that his beast blood made it easier to connect with people here, far more so than with the Fae at least. Sadly enough, his destination was a remote one, so even the nearest city was still far off. Hitching rides to go even further was difficult as well, as there was nobody around for miles. He wished he could afford hiring some flying beasts, perhaps even a dragon, to just fly him all the way there, but that was well above what his meagre coin purse could handle.
His legs were also killing him. Why was the thing he needed most in this area the thing he wanted to fix by going here? He'd grown tired of casting continuous healing magic on his own legs just to be able to walk, yet he didn't see another option. He also wondered how the others were doing. If Cayde was still adventuring, if Haruki and Tia had settled in somewhere and if Mira was adjusting to the Syncretist branch he'd dropped her off at. He'd considered taking her along, but the man he was visiting did not like people, so the less the better.
That did mean Ceylan had to try to keep walking with his own strength. He grunted. Blasted legs. Another healing spell cast, he managed to start to move again, as the pain was relieved enough to keep stepping for as long as he leaned heavily on his staff. He should probably rest somewhere soon, but he was packed lightly to leave his legs unburdened, meaning he'd have to camp in the open. He had not prepared well for this trip, had he? He felt a bit foolish, but on the other hand, he was also able to convince himself that this was part of his atonement.
At least the weather was nice. He thought, as he saw storm clouds gather on the horizon... That made him pray to the weather gods pretty quickly. Rain was the last thing he needed right now. There should be one more small village before his final destination. Perhaps he could reach it and spent the night there, get some supplies and then make his long way into the mountain proper. Such was the plan, at least. With some luck, he'd be able to get there in one piece and without any interruptions.
At the Foot of the Paizu Mountains
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Ceylan's journey had progressed slowly and painfully. He'd been able to hitch rides from people to get closer to the Paizu mountains, especially now that he was back in his home country, The Republic. He realised that his beast blood made it easier to connect with people here, far more so than with the Fae at least. Sadly enough, his destination was a remote one, so even the nearest city was still far off. Hitching rides to go even further was difficult as well, as there was nobody around for miles. He wished he could afford hiring some flying beasts, perhaps even a dragon, to just fly him all the way there, but that was well above what his meagre coin purse could handle.
His legs were also killing him. Why was the thing he needed most in this area the thing he wanted to fix by going here? He'd grown tired of casting continuous healing magic on his own legs just to be able to walk, yet he didn't see another option. He also wondered how the others were doing. If Cayde was still adventuring, if Haruki and Tia had settled in somewhere and if Mira was adjusting to the Syncretist branch he'd dropped her off at. He'd considered taking her along, but the man he was visiting did not like people, so the less the better.
That did mean Ceylan had to try to keep walking with his own strength. He grunted. Blasted legs. Another healing spell cast, he managed to start to move again, as the pain was relieved enough to keep stepping for as long as he leaned heavily on his staff. He should probably rest somewhere soon, but he was packed lightly to leave his legs unburdened, meaning he'd have to camp in the open. He had not prepared well for this trip, had he? He felt a bit foolish, but on the other hand, he was also able to convince himself that this was part of his atonement.
At least the weather was nice. He thought, as he saw storm clouds gather on the horizon... That made him pray to the weather gods pretty quickly. Rain was the last thing he needed right now. There should be one more small village before his final destination. Perhaps he could reach it and spent the night there, get some supplies and then make his long way into the mountain proper. Such was the plan, at least. With some luck, he'd be able to get there in one piece and without any interruptions.
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