Finished [Ryke - On the Edge of Sootspire Village] - Autumn Leaves

[Lolory]

WINREY | Beastkin-Rabbit | Enigmatic
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"Wow this circus has it all!" Winrey's father said. "Come on honey, let's go and see the special show Mr. Bloodslayer is talking about. Winrey, don't get into any trouble while we're gone." He said with a playful tone. "You don't need to get in the cages to see the animals, son." He patted Winrey's head, and the two of them left to go and see whatever weird special show Bloodslayer had prepared. Whatever it was, it seemed he wouldn't be allowed to view it. He followed Bloodslayer to whatever new "child appropriate" adventure he had made for Winrey specifically.

Exploring more of the circus didn't seem all that enticing either, considering when he'd been running around he'd already gotten a peak at how beat up some of the animals seemed to be anyways. And if they had real Fae locked in cages here, he didn't feel to keen on the idea of finding potentially more trapped people. "That Dryad will die soon if she is not freed. It would take a miracle worker to bring her back to full health." He told Bloodslayer. "What will you do then, when all the creatures you have trapped here suffering eventually pass on? Find more unfortunate souls to keep forever?" With his parents gone, he felt he was able to speak more boldly in the face of this man.

Truthfully, Winrey wasn't scared of him or his potential anger. He's met worse monsters in his old life in Blackwell, and Bloodslayer didn't hold a candle to those cruel hands. The man who was in the cage with Peat seemed to be a doctor, but healing the Dryad would take a lot of effort and time. Time someone trapped in a circus most certainly didn't have.

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Mentions: DarkKitsune | Irihi​

 

[Irihi]

BloodSlayerWith Winrey’s parents diverted and the little shit young master speaking without filters, BloodSlayer dropped most of his pretense as well. ”Ah, the Little Mister does understand.” He replied. ”Yes, my marvelous menagerie of mystical monsters provides many of these benighted creatures one last stop--with a dry bed and regular meals--before they pass through the dark gates.” It was hard to tell if BloodSlayer believed his own words, or if he was lacing his showman’s tone with an undercurrent of acerbic irony. ”If I come by a few Rykes here and there, for providing respite for my creatures and entertainment for my patrons, well, then who am I to argue with providence?” He said, twirling his cane again and waving grandly to the shabby bigtop in which they stood. ”It is not an easy life; being a job creator--nor one above reproach, but I do what I can.” He smiled a very plastic smile and leaned over to address Winrey more quietly.

”If our young enthusiast prefers to be a participant, rather than a patron, that can be arranged.” BloodSlayer said, and there might have been a hint of a threat--or perhaps an invitation--in his tone. ”I’m told our manticore has been quite enlivened by your ministrations. Does our future acolyte curry the favor of the God of Death, like his parents?” BloodSlayer asked. ”Perhaps the young mister would care to help stave off the final curtain, and dispel the enervation, of some of our other displays?” He suggested.

Peat the Sylvari
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“Many beatings Peat had.” The Sylvari said as she took a seat on the board that served as bench, table, and bed within her enclosure. “Used [Regeneration D] many times did Peat.” She looked down at the large green-and-brown kink in her thigh, then touched the uneven knots and lumps around her shoulders and neck. “Stopped then Peat. Worth less is now Peat.” She explained, and eventually got the idea across that she had purposely caused the injuries to heal improperly so her masters would lose interest in her. She gave Cheshire a rough chronology of her injuries based on when she had changed masters. “This part of Peat, liked the pimp.” She pointed to the grotesque lumps on her neck that had seen her ownership change hands from brothel owner to farmer. “These, field overseer. She indicated her leg and then her wrist. When her walk had been slowed and her field labor had to be performed one-handed, then she’d been sold to BloodSlayer..

“Still has [Regeneration D] does Peat.” The Sylvari looked down at her skeletal hands and cracked and mottled bark. ”Needs not healing yours...” What did she need? What did she want from Cheshire--other than to be left alone to die?

The Sylvari’s washed-out eyes rose to meet Cheshire’s gaze. “End to this hell, needs Peat.” She closed her eyes and swallowed against the lump that had risen in her throat. I don’t like feeling this way. She thought. He’s not going to free me or kill me--even if he wants to. I need to stop falling for a few nice words, a kind act, from these monsters. She told herself. Hope hurts. Just give me my medicine.

Summary;
BloodSlayer sends Winrey’s parents in for a private engagement with Charlotte, the Bearded Lady. He offers to make Winrey part of the show, though this offer seems rather fraught.

Peat tries not to get emotional after deciding to engage with Cheshire. She answers his questions to the best of her ability.

Lolory DarkKitsune

 

[DarkKitsune]

CHESHIRE CHARMEL
INTERACTIONS: Irihi

Spoiler: Equipped titles

[Human],[Witch], [Mundane Human], [Apprentice Medic]

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The causes of Peat’s injuries hurt Cheshire just to hear. She shouldn’t have gone through any of that and he was determined to make sure she didn’t go through any more pain he tells her.

“I’ll get you out of here…even if I have to kill him…”

It was more of a whisper, and he was no expert on the Gods of Ryke after all he had grown up in the Fae See raised by a pair of faw who were devoted to The Spirit King. But of course, it was difficult to not have heard of the nation's god of law: Miralis who has the reputation for being the reason criminal titles existed in the first place. People with those titles can be killed without consequence.

And everything Blood Slayer was doing so far? Had to be illegal somewhere he could also possibly safely assume just from what he’s seen from his Silver and Gold eyes that he would at least have the abuser title if not worse.

“I will not push for any more information”

Cheshire tells her, he didn’t want Peat to have an emotional breakdown although it wasn’t wrong if she did have one bottling up those emotions would harm her as well.

“…I could go the pacifistic route with this, and find a distraction and try to sneak you out across borderers…”

He said before adding.

“Or…I can cast a spell on him without non-lethal or healing to save him…”

Magic in his mind worked like cooking ingredients this was why healing while was his preferred magic He was still capable of offense…just remove a affinity and healing than it became something that could do damage. Although he spoke quitely he did tell Peat. She deserved a choice in the matter.
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Language Keys:
“Common” {Slyvan}
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[Lolory]

WINREY | Beastkin-Rabbit| Enigmatic
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Winrey held himself back from rolling his eyes at the strange ring leader, "I think I'll pass on that. Prolonging the suffering of others is against Meldaron's teachings." He probably should've learned how to poison things painlessly so that poor Manticore could stop suffering once and for all. He didn't feel like being tied to this ring leader's actions the whole time, so he decided to leave and find other things to do.

Winrey departed from Bloodslayer's side and left him with his parents, who were no doubt enjoying some kind of private show. As he walked away, he surveyed the circus grounds for another attraction. He could even go back to that Dryad's cage and provide some kind of assistance (Lethal or otherwise, up to her.)

He even wondered if telling some authority what Bloodslayer was doing here would be effective, but he hadn't run into any Rykan guards at all in his time in the circus, so Bloodslayer must have set it up far from where any legal issues could touch him.

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Mentions: DarkKitsune Irihi

Actions:
1. Walk away.
2. Look for something else in the circus to do.
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[Irihi]

Peat the Sylvari
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“Wrong to kill.” The Sylvari said, finally looking into Cheshire’s eyes. There was still a little spark of the Urthmother within her bleached gaze. “Regrets Peat killing. Regrets will Cheshire.” She was more than a little shocked that Cheshire would be willing to kill a man who had done him no wrong in order to free her. Peat knew that life was cheap for some of these demons, but she’d not imagined the same would be true for a healer.

At least she knew he was serious about freeing her. But Peat did not want to be free of her cage, she wanted to be out of this hell, altogether. Cheshire talked about some place better, but what was “better” to a demon? What alternative do I have? Peat thought to herself. Now that she was between mindless high and desperate low of her drugs, she had a little more lucidity. She could die, and she likely would soon if things continued as they were, but to die was to abandon Olive. Maybe she’d be buried where her tree leg could survive and continue to support her lost sister, but that was just a wish.

I won’t risk Olive on a wish. She resolved.

Cheshire needed ways to get Peat away from BloodSlayer--ways that would not result in the menagerie owner pursuing them once they were gone. ”Worthless must be Peat. Then throws her away, do masters. Otherwise run down Peat master does.” She told Cheshire. Even if she broke or snuck out of her cage, BloodSlayer would find her and recapture her. Only if she cost him more than she brought in, he would sell her if he could, or dump her in a ditch if he could not.

It was difficult to be worth so little, though. The standards of the menagerie were so low that caged animals were often dead yet still left on display for days before their decayed corpses were discarded. Peat did not think BloodSlayer would attempt the same with her, but freshly dead was still dead.

If she resisted or refused to perform, she would either be beaten or denied her drugs. The beatings she could endure, but she knew she was not strong enough to survive withdrawl without caving in to BloodSlayer’s demands. “No way out for Peat, is there.” She said despairingly.
BloodSlayerThe menagerie owner was just as glad to be rid of the child as Winrey was to be away from him. When the boy darted off, he made little effort to find him again. The Lad’s parents seemed gullible enough folk. If he got into serious trouble, maybe BloodSlayer could wring a little more gold out of them, and if he didn’t--well, then why waste his time entertaing the little freak?

Before Winrey could leave the bigtop where Peat’s wagon rested, however, he would find himself caught up in a minor flood of patrons. The carnival barker had just announced that one of the star attractions; the viscious Fae Sylvari had reopened. “See her now, folks, before she kills again, and we have to close her exhibit for good! That line had been enough to draw a crowd of the macabrely curious.

The crowd was initially excited, but quickly disappointed, however, when the monstrous Fae failed to murder the man sitting in her cage and calmly talking to her.

Cheshire and Peat would find their visit interrupted by a crowd of annoyed patrons banging on the bars of Peat’s enclosure and urging her to “do something.” To which the Sylvari responded by simply staring glassily at them while she reminded herself that she had just told Cheshire that it was wrong to do harm.

When the crowd moved off, an annoyed carnie--annoyed because he’d gotten yelled at by a few of the cheated carnival-goers--rapped sharply on the bars. ”Visiting hours are over, lovebirds. Gerroutta there, doc. She’s gotta work. Yew kin finish healin’ ‘er up after midnight, when she’s allowed ta sleep.”

The carnie wasn’t one to follow through in any of his jobs, and this one was no exception. Having growled at Cheshire, he wandered off, along with most of the crowd of patrons, leaving Cheshire, Peat, and possibly Winrey with a few moments of peace--before the next group expecting to see a murderous plant-woman--would arrive.

 

[DarkKitsune]

CHESHIRE CHARMEL
INTERACTIONS: Irihi Lolory

Spoiler: Equipped titles

[Human],[Witch], [Mundane Human], [Apprentice Medic]

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He sighs. He admitted to Peat

“Your right I would probably regret murdering him, I think I may just be experiencing intrusive thoughts.”

Due to desperation. But he wasn’t going to admit that to Peat she needed reassurance in such harsh times. He nods.

“Don’t worry I won’t kill him. I swear on the name of the Spirit king. I also swear there is a way out for you I will make sure of it I have several plans.”

when Cheshire was told to leave the cage due to same con he assumed and not to mention pushing her to preform Cheshire couldn’t deny how much it took to not punch Blood slayer in the face not that it would’ve done anything his strength was in magic not physical strength. He was average in strength and likely would be for a long awhile. He got up and left the cage giving Blood Slayer a death glare before shouting.

“I will check in on her tonight then!”

It took everything not to lash out which was probably something to deal with later, maybe it was due to how he was raised in his world away from general interaction in the manner that the only people he really got to interact with was his Fae parents. But he knew he needed to learn to keep it cool in cases like these where he he had to play along to save the sick and injured. With that being said he did hunt down Winery.

“You and I—we need to talk.”

He wasn’t as frustrated with Winery as he was earlier now with it being directed towards Bloodslayer and previously the miners from earlier anyway.

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Language Keys:
“Common” {Slyvan}
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[Elvario]

Regula Caelia

Spoiler: Full Image & Source

Alternate art generated and edited based on:
Granblue Fantasy Wiki

Languages: Common | {Sylvan} | %Analog% | +Mictantectulian+
Mentions: Irihi

Now that Regula had gotten more into her duties as a baroness, she was no longer surprised by things as often. That said, every so often, something surprising still happened. This time, it was one of her Tailed Administrative Task Force informing her they'd heard of a circus appearing near Sootspire. The location was already odd, as the quiet mountain village wasn't likely to offer many visitors. To that extend, perhaps Yemaya, the upcoming adventure village would see more visitors, or Stonewall, the barony's capital.

That said, upon asking about any paperwork that might have been filled, be it permissions, requests or even just a polite notification, there turned out to be absolutely nothing. She hadn't just 'missed' this circus' arrival in her barony, she or her staff hadn't been formal word of it at all. Now that made it something that really caught her interest. She'd have to dig deeper into the law books to figure out if it was illegal, but she already knew that it was definitely impolite and against proper etiquette.

The baroness' guards (Minions D – The Regulators) would be the first sign of her inbound arrival, as they'd patrol the streets to see if everything was safe and in order. The arrival of the baroness herself would follow not too long after (along with those that'd accompany her), as she'd look around and wave as some of the familiar faces. She debated visiting the mayor first, but she knew the older Fae woman was likely going to get more involved than needed.

After all, Regula had nothing concrete against this odd circus, so for now, her 'visit' was just that. A visit. Not that she wouldn't keep her eyes open and senses sharp for any sign of wrongdoing, as whomever this circus' owner was had already started off the wrong foot on her end. Then again, with all that said, she likely was difficult to miss, so she expected someone from the circus to notice her arrival and come running. Either to welcome her, to try talk her off, or to guide her through whatever they wanted her to see and away from what they might not want her to see, if anything. Although... come to think of it, this was her very first outing to an event like this in her current position. Perhaps they hadn't been rude, just forgetful and she was a tad paranoid? That would make this thing a lot more pleasant.

Either way, as she'd arrive at the edge of the circus ground, she'd wait a bit to look around. Either until someone would show up for her, or until she'd notice something that caught her eye. Whichever would come first.

 

[Lolory]

WINREY | Beastkin-Rabbit | Enigmatic
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Winrey had wandered over to Peat's "exhibit" so to speak, and had decided to stay behind for a little longer. This time, he noticed the same man from before was in her cage, and his suspicions were confirmed about him being a Doctor of sorts when one carnie yelled at him about "healing" her. Winrey sighed, it was pointless to heal someone who was that far gone in his opinion, but who was he to judge. Maybe the Dryad wanted to keep on living on for all he knew.

Suddenly, said Doctor had exited the cage and made his way towards Winrey in a very hurried manner. "Talk about what? If it's about that Fae woman trapped in the cage...my only advice is that healing her seems pointless." He said to Cheshire. And needlessly cruel...But he didn't add on that last part, and kept it to himself. "What is that you want?"

Winrey supposed he could help out since he did get saved earlier by the doctor. He owed him essentially, and his Aunt Elvyra always talked highly about repaying your debts.

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Mentions: DarkKitsune Irihi​

 

[Irihi]

BloodSlayer
The arrival of the Baroness did not go unnoticed or unreported, though the flunkey who told the menagerie owner of the arrival of nobility quickly wished he hadn’t. BloodSlayer’s panicked reaction started out as a rage against the unfortunate messenger. ”YOU! Yer gonna stay IN FRONT of that nosey ____ and make SURE she doesn’t see anything she shouldn’t! You understand!? Grab any of these useless louts you need and MAKE SURE the Baroness doesn’t witness anything untoward, OR IT’LL BE YOUR NECK!!” He thundered, sending his flunky off with a kick.

”The Baronness!! HERE!?” BloodSlayer raged, rushing to his office/wagon and fumbling with the keys as he growled. ”Goddamn nosey wastrel nobles!” Finally getting the right key, he blew into his office and turned it into a minor hurricane of flying parchment as he hunted through the coded records of bribes paid and palms greased. ”Curse that useless fae slag!” No, he actually hadn’t bribed Sootspire’s mayor, head guard, or lead councilman. The carnival owner had thought the tiny village beneath the notice of the local Barony; chintzing out on bribes was one of the reasons he’d set up his show here. Fall in the north, before pulling up stakes for their winter haven in the Empire, was not a lucrative season, so stopping at one of the larger towns was more trouble and cost than it was worth.

Also, this little wilderness burg made a convenient dumping ground for all the exhibits that were in their final season. The Empire tended to get a bit vexed when one dumped a load of dying Fae or diseased mythological creatures inside their borders. The plan had been for BloodSlayer’s circus to drain the pockets of the miners of Sootspire and leave behind corpses and a few dying beasts.

”But can’t do that now!” BloodSlayer groused, at last finding the object he was looking for; the [Black Orb Ring]. ”Pah, nobility! Goddamn dissolute dictators, is all they are!” He growled, adding the ring to the many gaudy ornaments already decorating his fingers.

It wasn’t a real [Black Orb] of course; rather just an ornament imbued with a bit of appraisal magic. The item wouldn’t give BloodSlayer the ability to fully appraise anyone who’s hand he shook or kissed, but it might help him determine--if he could get close enough--if this haughty bitch had any foibles he could play upon.

Straightening his stained and threadbare ringmaster’s coat, tipping his battered hat to a rakish angle, Bloodslayer grabbed his finest cane and hastened to greet the unwelcome highborn visitor.

…

Bloodslayer composed himself as much as he could before rounding the corner of a menagerie tent, a flamboyant grin plastered across his ruddy face beneath his sweaty brow.

“Your illustrious Ladyship, please excuse me!” BloodSlayer huffed as he approached Regula, stopping a respectful distance from (the armed guards of) the Baroness. “Why, had I known such a shining beacon of nobility would be blessing us with her presence, as if we mere mortals were worthy of such honor, at my humble menagerie tonight, I should have prepared a suitable reception!”

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sized her up.

“Ah yes, the Lady who graces us with her scrutiny! We are positively giddy to have a member of the aristocracy examining our humble—if I may say, utterly charming—freak show! It’s not every day we have someone of your esteemed lineage grace us with such… discerning taste.”
He gestured grandly to the tents and wagons, trying to keep his irritation at bay.

“Behold! Our marvelous beasts and curious curiosities! Surely, you’ve never seen such talent among those who must toil for their livelihoods. But fear not, my lady! I’m sure even you will find something here that captures your, ahem, refined sensibilities!”

“Alas and alak! I forget myself in your illustrious presence!!” BloodSlayer, with a stricken expression wholly faked, ventured forward. “Introductions, of course! Where are my manners?!” With a slight smirk, he bowed deeply, and if any opportunity presented itself, he would attempt to make contact between the [Black Orb Ring] and Regula--ostensibly to kiss the hand in a show of obsequiousness. ”Though I am but a lowly showman, I am sometimes referred to as BloodSlayer; Collector of Curiosities, Preserver of the Phantasmagorical, and Warden of Wonders!”

After giving Regula a moment to introduce herself, he straightened up, his grin faltering for just a moment before he recovered.
“Do enjoy your excursion through my little menagerie! After all, it’s not every day a noble takes the time to examine the… ‘less fortunate’—I mean, the ‘extraordinary’—lives of those beneath you!”

Regula and her retinue would allow, BloodSlayer would begin a tour of the subdued highlights and worn-out spectacle of the tarnished circus. At every turn, the ringmaster would be hunting for a way to distract the noble from the seedier side (was there any side of his menagerie that wasn’t?) of the spectacles.

Summary;
BloodSlayer greets Regula and attempts to secretly appraise any or her weaknesses or foibles he might exploit. He offers her a curated tour of his menagerie with his lackeys clearing out the commoners and rug sweeping anything illicit in the Baroness’s path.

Elvario

 

[Irihi]

BloodSlayer
The arrival of the Baroness did not go unnoticed or unreported, though the flunkey who told the menagerie owner of the arrival of nobility quickly wished he hadn’t. BloodSlayer’s panicked reaction started out as a rage against the unfortunate messenger. ”YOU! Yer gonna stay IN FRONT of that haughty ___ and make SURE she doesn’t see anything she shouldn’t! You understand!? Grab any of these useless louts you need and MAKE SURE the Baroness doesn’t witness anything untoward, OR IT’LL BE YOUR NECK!!” He thundered, sending his flunky off with a kick.

”The Baronness!! HERE!?” BloodSlayer raged, rushing to his office/wagon and fumbling with the keys as he growled. ”Goddamn nosey wastrel nobles!” Finally getting the right key, he blew into his office and turned it into a minor hurricane of flying parchment as he hunted through the coded records of bribes paid and palms greased. ”Curse that useless fae slag!” No, he actually hadn’t bribed Sootspire’s mayor, head guard, or lead councilman. The carnival owner had thought the tiny village beneath the notice of the local Barony; chintzing out on bribes was one of the reasons he’d set up his show here. Fall in the north, before pulling up stakes for their winter haven in the Empire, was not a lucrative season, so stopping at one of the larger towns was more trouble and cost than it was worth.

Also, this little wilderness burg made a convenient dumping ground for all the exhibits that were in their final season. The Empire tended to get a bit vexed when one dumped a load of dying Fae or diseased mythological creatures inside their borders. The plan had been for BloodSlayer’s circus to drain the pockets of the miners of Sootspire and leave behind corpses and a few dying beasts.

”But can’t do that now!” BloodSlayer groused, at last finding the object he was looking for; the [Black Orb Ring]. ”Pah, nobility! Goddamn dissolute dictators, is all they are!” He growled, adding the ring to the many gaudy ornaments already decorating his fingers.

It wasn’t a real [Black Orb] of course; rather just an ornament imbued with a bit of appraisal magic. The item wouldn’t give BloodSlayer the ability to fully appraise anyone who’s hand he shook or kissed, but it might help him determine--if he could get close enough--if this haughty bitch had any foibles he could play upon.

Straightening his stained and threadbare ringmaster’s coat, tipping his battered hat to a rakish angle, Bloodslayer grabbed his finest cane and hastened to greet the unwelcome highborn visitor.

…

Bloodslayer composed himself as much as he could before rounding the corner of a menagerie tent, a flamboyant grin plastered across his ruddy face beneath hi sweaty brow.

“Your illustrious Ladyship, please excuse me!” BloodSlayer huffed as he approached Regula, stopping a respectful distance from (the armed guards of) the Baroness. “Why, had I known such a shining beacon of nobility would be blessing us with her presence, as if we mere mortals were worthy of such honor, at my humble menagerie tonight, I should have prepared a suitable reception!”

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sized her up.

“Ah yes, the Lady who graces us with her scrutiny! We are positively giddy to have a member of the aristocracy examining our humble—if I may say, utterly charming—freak show! It’s not every day we have someone of your esteemed lineage grace us with such… discerning taste.”

He gestured grandly to the tents and wagons, trying to keep his irritation at bay.

“Behold! Our marvelous beasts and curious curiosities! Surely, you’ve never seen such talent among those who must toil for their livelihoods. But fear not, my lady! I’m sure even you will find something here that captures your, ahem, refined sensibilities!”

“Alas and alak! I forget myself in your illustrious presence!!” BloodSlayer, with a stricken expression wholly faked, ventured forward. “Introductions, of course! Where are my manners?!” With a slight smirk, he bowed deeply, and if any opportunity presented itself, he would attempt to make contact between the [Black Orb Ring] and Regula--ostensibly to kiss the hand in a show of obsequiousness. ”Though I am but a lowly showman, I am sometimes referred to as BloodSlayer; Collector of Curiosities, Preserver of the Phantasmagorical, and Warden of Wonders!”

After giving Regula a moment to introduce herself, he straightened up, his grin faltering for just a moment before he recovered.
“Do enjoy your excursion through my little menagerie! After all, it’s not every day a noble takes the time to examine the… ‘less fortunate’—I mean, the ‘extraordinary’—lives of those beneath you!”

Regula and her retinue would allow, BloodSlayer would begin a tour of the subdued highlights and worn-out spectacle of the tarnished circus. At every turn, the ringmaster would be hunting for a way to distract the noble from the seedier side (was there any side of his menagerie that wasn’t?) of the spectacles.

Summary;
BloodSlayer greets Regula and attempts to secretly appraise any or her weaknesses or foibles he might exploit. He offers her a curated tour of his menagerie with his lackeys clearing out the commoners and rug sweeping anything illicit int he Baroness’s path.

Elvario

 

[Elvario]

Regula Caelia

Spoiler: Full Image & Source

Alternate art generated and edited based on:
Granblue Fantasy Wiki

Languages: Common | {Sylvan} | %Analog% | +Mictantectulian+
Mentions: Irihi

It took a while for someone to show up, though their words were flattering. The lack of a bow was pretty notable though. When one's behaviour didn't match one's words, it was easy to see through the lie, even without any insight. “My, of course, it's not often a small and desolate mining town finds itself with such entertainment, so whom would I be to miss it?” She'd state with a smile, though perhaps a bit of a devious one.

Ah. Now there was a fun thing he said. “Scrutiny?” She chuckled. “Oh my, you'd almost think you had instantly assumed I was here on an inspection, would you now?” She stated. “Though again, I must say, the missing notice and paperwork did make me wonder if you'd perhaps forgotten any common courtesy's.”

She chuckled again. It was clear this man hadn't read up on her at all. Esteemed lineage? Her? That was one of the things she definitely was not known for. Not until she could prove one, at the very least. “I must admit, I have never seen such a thing as a 'Freak Show' before.” She'd state, interested, though weary.

The man finally bowed, though it was already fairly late. She'd just have the guards remain between herself and him, making him look foolish on purpose, with whatever he seemed to have been trying to do failing as a result. “As... entertaining as some of those titles are, I would prefer to address one by their name.” She stated, not liking these fake names and whatnot. It was rather iffy.

On the topic of 'iffy', she'd gesture for the guards to disperse. “You've heard the man. Why don't you all go enjoy yourself and have a thorough look around as well? We wouldn't want to crowd ourselves around the generous mister's personal tour, after all.” She'd state, the 'hidden' meaning there being not all that well-hidden. She herself, however, would play along for now and follow this 'BloodSlayer'. “Might I ask, mister, how did you obtain this 'BloodSlayer' title of yours. Also, what made you start up this 'menagerie' of yours?” She'd ask, her questions sounding at least somewhat genuine.

That said, she would (Insight B) keep a close eye on him, as she really didn't like the vibe she was getting from this place. That said, she didn't wish to be too judgement either. Even if something wasn't to her tastes, that might not mean that it was anything illegal or dangerous.

 

[NachoGod]

Languages: Common, (Beastial)
Titles: (Caesar) Novice leatherworker, Human.
Mention: Elvario (Regula) & Irihi (Bloodslayer)

It had been a long journey to ryke, but Caesar found he had plenty of time. The application to the gladiator pit near his hometown was going to take a long while due to the warfare in the eastern empire. To make matters worse he was a completely unknown prospect and thus did not have any form of priority. So he figured it would be a good time to try and find some work in ryke. His loving parents had given him food, water, and some coin to make the journey and after many days of travel he had found himself in the small town of Noghe, having taken a longer route go around the Bug hive as per the soldiers recommendation. He had only been in Noghe for a few hours, most of which he had spent in the pub, when he heard of a circus A bit further south in a small town called Sootspire. It would add another day or so to his journey, but nonetheless in his mind it was worth it. Many times as a child in his previous life he and his family would go to the circus and it had alway brought him joy to see the acrobats and the animals working in beautiful harmony. So he had hoped to find some kind of nostalgic joy from the experience. Thus he set off to Sootspire that evening.
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Arriving at the town a close to day and a half later it took him no time to find the right place. He would rent himself a room in the small local inn, where he would change into his finest clothes, and proceed to the circus wagons. His leather Serpent suit in a bag slung over his shoulder alongside the remaining coin his family had given him for his journey. With a smile he would approach the ticket booth and purchase himself one ticket and proceed into the entrance. After getting his ticket he would turn and spot a peculiar sight, A man with a fancy cane and a bears fur coat, speaking with a well dressed woman. Several men were surrounding the duo in an obvious protective stance. Most likely guards he would think to himself as he moved towards the duo to walk past them. “Pardon me, Are you two also here to enjoy the show?” He would ask in passing not really expecting much in the form of a answer as they seemed to be having a conversation of their own, he had hoped his words would put the guards at ease. As he slipped between the Well dressed woman and the man with the cane on his way into the carnival.
​

 

[FebruaryGemini]

~ Lady Von Turginev ~​

It had been winter twice since she'd sealed the gate to her manor. Two winters, two springs, two summers, and now two autumns. Over the course of that time, she'd slept in hard, lumpy fields with nothing but the stars overhead; gone for weeks without a real meal; been cold; been wet; acquired the gait of one accustomed to horseback; and gotten no closer to enacting her revenge. But here, in the town of... Sootspire, there was a stroke of luck. There was a man in the square telling anyone who asked about a traveling carnival. Carnivals were right up there next to gypsy caravans, as gossip sources go. Surely someone there would know something. So, she finished her business with the merchant, tucked the fresh rolls into her bag, and led her horse in the direction that the man had indicated.

 

[conman2163]

Retili Loxinofican
Character Sheet​

Retili had been delayed on the road while travelling with Regula to Sootspire. A minor incident involving a cattle thief that had come up required his attention, so dutifully he split from the baroness to deal with it. Once finished he had followed after her. The dubious legal nature of the circus caravan that had set down outside the village had his curiosity peaked. There were processes to follow, licenses to acquire, dues and certainly even bribes to be paid. The fact that the circus owner had arrived without so much as a formal letter of intent was telling. They clearly did not respect the baroness Regula Caelia. So it was that Retili marched to the outskirts of the camp with a hundred and five well armed troops. His whole contingent of guards, plus his personal honor guard, and his administrative assistants, were now marching in step behind him. As he reached the outskirts of the camp he called the column to a halt. Four platoons of twenty five men fell out of step and started talking amongst themselves. They expected no threats from the caravan, and so they were only semi-alert as they chatted, rifle butts resting against the ground. Retili and his five personal guards walked over to where the baroness was standing and speaking to someone rather shabbily dressed for meeting a baroness. As he reached the side of his employer Retili took a moment to look over the man, even as he caught the tail end of what Regula was saying. He turned to Regula and gave her a formal bow as was proper. "I apologize for the delay Lady Regula. It took longer than expected to deal with that thief we caught. He's been sentenced to hard labor on the farm he would have stolen from." As he straightened he turned to face the man in threadbare clothes. "Advisor Retili Loxinofican. Might I ask who you would be?" The fae advisor asked. He took a moment to examine the man even closer than before, his crimson eyes taking in the man.

Spoiler: abilities

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• Caelia Savant C - Law C, Warfare D, Business E, Academia F, Area Knowledge [Caelia Barony] F - Grade C, 3 post Cooldown - Retili uses his comprehensive knowledge built up through years of study to overcome issues that smooth talking might not otherwise be capable of.
• Charismatic Scribe C - Insight C, Perception C, Empathy C, Persuasion C - Grade C, 3 post Cooldown - Using his quick wit and fast mind, Retili talks his way around and through problems that he encounters.
• Noble Bearing C - Etiquette E, Law C, Academia F, Persuasion C, Empathy C, Perception D, Insight C, Business E - Grade D, 2 post Cooldown - After some time spent in study, on the road, and in the court of nobles Retili has learned the way and bearing required to be at least adequate in the many skills expected of nobility.

 

[Irihi]

BloodSlayer
”But of course, Your Ladyship!” BloodSlayer. “I am delighted to find that my humble collection is not beneath your notice, nor my lack of notice; the post in these perilous pastoral places can be so unreliable!” BloodSlayer was far less than “delighted” to draw the attention of the nobility, but blaming his lack of paperwork on the courier seemed a safe bet. ”Of course I keep everything in triplicate! Give me but a moment to send a runner, and I’ll have the documents to you post-haste!” He prevaricated, the lie giving him excuse to collared a passing carnie and have a quick hushed sidebar, at the end of which, he instructed. [/i]”Open the taps.”[/i] He said, and when the flunkey seemed confused, he repeated himself with gritted teeth.

As parsimonious as BloodSlayer was, he recognized the arrival of--not one, but two--nobles as well as a company of armed enforcers as an existential crisis for his person. The ringmaster was not without contingency plans for such an occurrence, and he set those plans into motion with a shove to the carnie to go do his bidding.

”Maximilian Bellini, at your service, your ladyship and mister.” BloodSlayer gritted out his name to the Baroness and her diminutive advisor.

”This is a private tour, good sir,” he said to Caesar, making a show of shepherding the man away from Lady Caelia with his cane. ”Inquire with my ticket seller if you desire a more personalized experience.” He said, dismissing the commoner.

Having so spoken, BloodSlayer tried to preclude any further inquiry with showmanship. ”Let us begin our tour, and I shall tell your ladyship all about my magnificient menagerie--as well as its humble beginnings!” He assured her.

Of course BloodSlayer did no such thing. The baroness had already expressed far too much interest in him and his menagerie, she’d brought significant force of arms, and inquired into his paperwork, which would--under any form of even casual inspection--provide little more than an accounting of his trail of corruption. So the tour began with the actual highlights of the menagerie; paid performers with some actual skill, grotesque deformity, or unfortunate circumstance. BloodSlayer boomed out descriptions of distant lands--and unverifiable--adventures therein, where he heroically, benevolently, or intrepidly came into possession or relationship with some curiosity, fantastic creature, or benighted soul to add to his traveling show.

Among the attractions were: “The World’s Only Heptuple Amputee,” an Arachnifolk devoid of all her limbs save a single arm; A beard-less (and perhaps more surly than usual) dwarf; multiple animals painted and ornamented to look like the monsters their placards claimed them to be; along with the common circus retinue of trapeze artists, fire-eaters, knife-jugglers, and sword-swallowers.

While he thus attempted to distract the nobility, the nature of the carnival shifted. The carnie he had collared implemented his order to “open the taps”, which was the (rarely-issued) instruction to provide free drink to all in his employ, and deep discounts to the circus-going public. Ale flowing freely from the carnivals rather-prodigious stock was usually BloodSlayer’s last-ditch attempt to retain enough roustabouts to keep the carnival running--in lieu of livable wages. Tonight was no exception, as rumor of soldiers and lawmen had already seen a good portion of his staff fade away. BloodSlayer’s menagerie had no form of employee vetting, and almost never crossed the borders of any city with Black Orbs, leaving it staffed mainly with those holding criminal titles.

The hour drew later, patrons grew drunker, staff became scarcer, and the atmosphere of the carnival started turning more volatile.

Charlotte the Bearded Lady
Charlotte, having thoroughly entertained Winrey’s parents, had not missed the shift in tenor of the menagerie. ”What the fuck is BS playing at?” she wondered to herself between acts. Cheap drinks were drawing a crowd, but it was not the making-money sort of crowd. More like the “setting fire to shit and starting a riot crowd.”

It was also a grab-ass kind of crowd, as she found out when she closed down her show to a cacophony of disappointed groans. Charlotte, however, was a “lay you out with one punch” kind of performer, and that took a bit of the wind out of the sails of the mob that had started forming around her tent.

Headed out of the tent, she spied that rabbit-kid from earlier as well as the healer BS had contracted. Heading over toward them, she happened to stumble into a man shoved into her by a few of the rowdy crowd. Annoyed, she stepped on his foot. “Excuse you, motherfucker.” she growled, before pressing on.

“Hey, healer.” She said to Cheshire. ”Something’s wrong.” She motioned to the rabble in the interior of the bigtop. ”You need to get Peat out of here before these fuckers set this place on fire,” she warned.

Summary;
BloodSlayer takes Regula and Retili on a private tour.
He secretly orders his staff to lubricate the crowd.
Much of the menagerie’s security disappears, due to Regula Retili’s presence.
The somewhat-festive atmosphere of the carnival seems to be turning dangerous.
Charlotte closes her act and advises Cheshire and Winrey to leave and take Peat with them.

 

[FebruaryGemini]

~ Lady Von Turginev ~​

Coming up over the rise, she saw what could pass as circus tents facing off against a veritable army. Perhaps now wasn't the best time to be asking about a cult. But she'd come all this way; she might as well see what the fuss was about. So, she led her horse down into the valley, holding her head high as she passed the soldiers.

She expected a few cat calls; they were soldiers after all, and she was a pretty picture. Her long white-blonde hair pulled back into a braid down her woolen traveling cloak. A sturdy faded rose dress beneath that, and soft leather traveling boots. The dappled white horse beside her carried a bit more than what they would consider the essentials. She wasn't peasantry. Maybe she worked as a ladies' maid. But she was here alone...

 

[Elvario]

Regula Caelia

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Languages: Common | {Sylvan} | %Analog% | +Mictantectulian+
Mentions: Irihi | Caesar NachoGod | Retili conman2163

Regula was a tad surprised when someone randomly called out to her. She wasn't known to be a strict or harsh noble by any means, but random call-outs on the street weren't common either. Especially not when interrupting a current conversation of hers. “Indeed I am, have fun sir.” She'd reply, deciding not to think too much of it otherwise. He likely just didn't know who she, so she'd not think much of it.

She'd nod at Retili's appearance. Immediately, a small smile crept up, as she realised a fun trick she could play here. “Very well done, thank you. It's important crimes do not go unpunished within our barony.” She'd state, simply wanting to see if she could put some pressure on this BloodSlayer figure.

“Lost in the mail? How unfortunate.” Depending on how high BloodSlayer's deception was, she'd either know immediately from her insight that he was lying, or would at the very least highly suspect it. Either way, the result was the same. “You can give the documents to my Advisor, mister Loxinofican.” She'd instruct.

At the very least she was given an actual name next. “Thank you, mister Bellini.” She'd state, not exactly wanting to lie and claim it was a pleasure to meet him. Not even in pleasantries.

For what it was worth. The paid performers, she actually somewhat enjoyed. Somewhat. His tales she enjoyed less. “Highly adventurous.” Was her only comment.

The Heptuple amputee, however, made her feel sick in her stomach. “What a most gruesome faith.” She'd state. Having felt sympathy for the others as well, this was on another level. “I do so believe that a condition like this is not something for another's viewing and enjoyment.” She'd state. “If anything, I would much rather see if it'd be possible to find the lady a healer that could grant her new limbs, or a crafter that could find replacements.”

As she was getting more and more disgusted by some of the things she was seeing, the atmosphere seemed to change as well. Oddly enough, (Insight B) it felt intentional. “It seems I'll have to take a... more direct approach.” She'd abstained from it out of politeness, but no more. “This won't hurt, it's just to put my mind at ease. If you're a good sort, I'll compensate you for the trouble afterwards.” Using a combination of skills, she would scan the titles of all those in sight. Including, first and foremost, mister 'Bellini' himself. She would chant the verbal components in Sylvan.

“{Show me the things unseen. The truth hidden beneath.
The depths that lie beyond our shells. The words stuck to our souls.
Show me how the World has branded them.}”

(Appraisal B, Magic B, Area of Effect C, Selective Magic C, Energised C for the mass-appraisal bits. Business E, Culture B, Etiquette B, Focus B, Insight B, Leadership B, Religion B to see if she could notice anything additional with the secondary skills in her appraisal.)

Considering she didn't possess a componentless casting ability, nor stealth or undetected abilities. Her actions and intentions would be pretty clear. It's why she'd gone as far as to announce it. Now it was a manner of seeing whether or not her worst suspicions would be confirmed or if they would be denied.

 

[DarkKitsune]

CHESHIRE CHARMEL
INTERACTIONS: Irihi Lolory

Spoiler: Equipped titles

[Human],[Witch], [Mundane Human], [Apprentice Medic]

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He told Winery quite honestly.

“What I want and need is a distraction, consider it you paying me back for saving your tail from the miners earlier. I can’t properly help Peat without getting her out of here, which I don’t deem pointless I’ve been able to diagnose her there is still hope for and for the love of the spirit king, I am not giving up on her. She’s a patient I can’t give up,”

The ‘I can’t give up’ statement was too literal. Although he was a actual human now and had DNA and everything mentally he still felt programmed in his own weird way he was able to go beyond a set point but his mind still considered healing and helping people a must. Despite his prior deletion. He turned his head as Charlotte showed up her words made his silver and gold eyes go wide.

“Okay okay we are doing this now I guess, go distract and see what’s up I’ll go try to rescue peat. You may not actually do it but if you do it’s very much appreciated.”

He told Winery before running to Peat’s cage and unlocking it. He told Peat.

“Something is going on I have to get you out of here now things are not looking good, now’d the best time to escape as any let’s go”

He told Peat grabbing her arm carefully as he didn’t want to hurt her, even in his panic he was still worried about her health. Despite his panic.



Language Keys:
“Common” {Slyvan}
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[Irihi]

BloodSlayer
This was not BloodSlayer’s first time being appraised, though it was the first time it had come from nobility. ”Your ladyship, really there’s no need… I am but your humble servant and showmaster for the night…” He sputtered, quite surprised that someone of Regula’s station would take such uncouth action with a commoner. “This is most irregular…” His protests were getting him nowhere, it seemed. Clearly Lady Caelia was the type of noble that felt their station was granted by divinity and she owed no courtesy to those beneath her boot.

BloodSlayer could relate. He acted the same way toward those over whom he held sway.

The menagerie owner’s rings sparkled as their magic was tested by Regula’s. His ruby ring of [Alternate Identity B] was usually sufficient to defeat Black Orbs and appraisals from the occasional sheriff or mayor he could not bribe to go away, but it failed to hide his numerous and sundry criminal titles from Regula. They were a mishmash of complexity, as one might expect from the owner of a less-than-licit business. If she wanted to unwind his specific criminal titles, it would take some doing--and probably a few feet of parchment scroll--suffice to say that the baroness would determine BloodSlayer was a cheat, a liar, a swindler, an abuser of sentient beings and creatures, and an enslaver.

Peat the Sylvari

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The Sylvari watched the conference of those outside her cage, shuffling over to the door as Chesire unlocked and opened it. She, too, had noticed the change in the demeanor of the crowd and overheard Charlotte’s mention of fire. If there was a motivation stronger than her medicine it was fear of fire. These demons were fragile, true, but any one of them could make fire, and it was one of the myriad psychological tortures; the constant worry that she could burn within this tinder-dry old tent and wagon cage of her sisters’ bones. Peat reached the end of her tethering chain, and could not go beyond the open door of her cage. She looked down at the metal shackles.

“Bound is Peat.” The Sylvari said. She closed her eyes and tried to channel the mana of this place through her withered boughs. There was a crackling and then a screech of rusty metal and the shackle on her tree prosthesis burst open.

Peat wavered on her feet. It had been a long day and a long night. The spellcraft to break apart the shackle at the hinge had taken the last of her strength. She would collapse to her knees unless Cheshire held her up. The Sylvari was still shackled to her tether by one ankle.

MobA few revelers stumbled by Peat’s wagon. “Yahh! Free tha beasts!” One of them slurred, bumping into Winrey “Oh, beggin’ yer pardon, Mister Rabbit. She grunted, before staggering off.

”Hey! What’reya doin? Don’t let ‘er out! We paid good money fer a show!” Three more drunken patrons accosted Cheshire, Charlotte, Winrey, and possibly Caesar.

One of the gathering mob had a bright idea. ”They’re tryna cheat us! I know, boys! Let’s lock ‘em all in the cage!!” This suggestion attracted the attention of more nearby patrons, who agreed that would be an amusing diversion. None of them were quite willing to be the first to try to shove anyone in the cage, but in a moment or two enough people would join in the “fun” that the mob would gain the critical mass necessary to assault those trying to free Peat.

Summary;
BloodSlayer’s magic ring fails to protect him from Regula’s Appraisal. He has a mixture of minor-to-moderate criminal titles.
Peat breaks one of her shackles but is still tethered by one leg.
A growing mob threatens to force all her would-be-rescuers in Peat’s cage.

 

[Elvario]

Regula Caelia

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Languages: Common | {Sylvan} | %Analog% | +Mictantectulian+
Mentions: Irihi | Retili conman2163 | NachoGod | FebruaryGemini | DarkKitsune

Honestly, she'd expected something bad... but this... This was far, far worse than what she expected. Her face first turned pale, from the shock of just how bad it got, then angered, from the fact that someone like this had dared to put his god-forgotten feet upon her territory. “You're under arrest and will be put on trial before Count Sadek himself. If you try to resist, we will use force, including potentially lethal actions.”

By the gods, she might be Well-Meaning, Gregarious, Earnest and a Peacekeeper, but she was almost begging the gods for this man to be foolish enough to resist. She'd even brought her hand on her Faeblade in case he would, so that she could see his miserable corpse be annihilated by her and the Fae's wrath in front of her own eyes. If anything, she felt like sending off her guards just to lure him into it... which was exactly what she did.

“Men, get this bastard's whole staff arrested as well! Break the legs of any that try running. Break the arms of any that try resisting. Kill them if needed.” She'd already been grossed out by some of the things here, but now that she knew just how thoroughly foul and corrupted this bastards was, she could feel a burning hatred well up inside. Something that she could barely control. “Retili, have your soldiers help out! Ensure nobody escapes! If they see anyone person that'd been captured by this bastard's circus that needs emergency aid, bring them to me. Comb through this whole plague of a circus. Leave nothing unturned, unopened or unrevealed.”

Next, she'd call out for all to hear with Baroness' Word B. “Listen up! As of now, this show is over! If you're a mere visitor, the only crime you've committed is having bad taste and that won't get you arrested! Wait calmly to have your titles scanned and if you're innocent, you'll be able to leave short after. If you're staff, I suggest you surrender now and get your titles scanned,, after which you'll be allowed a fair trial. However, we will NOT hesitate to use force, lethal force if needed, on those that try to escape or resist!”

Baroness' Word B – Character Grade B, Appraisal B, [Baroness of Caelia] title, Culture B, Etiquette B, Insight B, Leadership B, Persuasion B, Religion B, Energised B – Using her position as a baroness and her social prowess, Regula studies, convinces, inspires or otherwise engages in social conversation. - Grade Be – 3 Post Cooldown.

That left the last bit. “If there's anyone else with some level of dignity or integrity left in this garbage, I call upon you to aid me now!” She wasn't sure if there were, cause who in their right mind would come to such a place without having... horrible morals at best. Yet she did wish to think there might still be someone that cared.

 

[Megilagor]

Alister Marrok
Point booster: Attentive Student
Languages: Common | ^Ancient Hermese^
Mention: DarkKitsune , Irihi , Lolory

Alister was sadly busy at the moment, with fieldwork, helping the locals with their work as Lady Regula Caelia and her advisor along with their guards went to a circus near Sootspire to investigate this circus as no proper paperwork was given. Sadly because of his helping the farmers, he was late in joining them to this mission so to say. But he did never arrive the less albeit a tad late, albeit not late enough as stuff was still happening, even if Alister arrived just in time as Lade Caelia cast her appraisal magic, which meant that mistress Caelia had her doubts, but seeing the amount of troops with her along with Advisor Retili by her side, Alister decided to do what he does best. And what is that you ask? Hunt for trouble and conflicts of course, after all, he is the mutt of war.

So he walked around for a bit hearing a bit of agitation, and smelling drunken people in the direction of one of the tents, as well as smell of medicine, didn't make Alister think of nice things. So he moved towards the noise and smell as quickly as possible. He could hear a few drunkards yapping about "Freein' the beast." or " Locking someone in the cage.", while the former words weren't something bad the latter ones made Alister remember the times before Medici picked him up as his mutt of war. The times he was persecuted, attacked, his skin pierced with multiple blades only to be dunked into a septic tank and left to rot in some rusty cage at the bottom of a damp cave. If not for Medici at that time Alister would likely have perished there, or at least turned into a mindless beast seeking revenge. With his rage boiling over he howled angrily from behind the stupid mob who wanted to cage those people and went ham on them, front kicking one in the back of their to make them kneel followed by an open palm hit to the head of another one, shortly followed by his angry speech nearly muffled by his constant growling. "Better scatter folk. Cause if you insist on caging them. Then know I'm gonna find ya', and I'm gonna make your life a living hell, that is if I don't put you six feet under today for joining in illegal activities!"

Actions

1. Move towards the angry mob.
2 + 3. Use Fighting Style F + Natural Weapon F + Contact F + Energized F to attack two different targets, made up from the mob who wants to cage the people.

 

[DarkKitsune]

CHESHIRE CHARMEL
INTERACTIONS: Irihi Lolory Elvario @conman NachoGod FebruaryGemini

Spoiler: Equipped titles

[Human],[Witch], [Mundane Human], [Apprentice Medic]

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Everything was happening so fast…but with the wolf helping to keep the mob intact whether successfully or not Cheshire cast a spell to try and break Peat’s chains…a baroness was here…law enforcement.. was better to take his chances with them. After all he was technically only a temporary staff member he was only hired for a week and that was to heal Peat surely that wasn’t a crime. He shot at the chain keeping her tethered with [Pew Pew [E].

“Listen Peat we are going to have to trust law enforcement… and hope for the best…”

He told her he turned around. He shouted.

“I SURRENDER! I’LL EVEN HELP DEAL WITH THIS PLACE BUT PEAT THIS DRYAD I’VE BEEN TRYING TO HELP NEEDS AID! I AM A TEMPORARY STAFF MEMBER BUT THE INTENTION WAS TO HELP HER AND FREE HER. I DO NOT AGREE WITH BLOOD SLAYERS ACTIONS! I AM WILLING TO ELABORATE IF NEEDED! GO AHEAD AND SCAN MY TITLES”

He was silently praying to the Spirit king that the worst wouldn’t happen. Cheshire hadn’t abused anyone he hadn’t captured anyone he hadn’t murdered anyone…and he was glad he didn’t because if he had murdered Bloodslayer that would make his situation worse likely.

“I AM JUST A MEDIC!”

he turned to Peat.

“I’ll try to help you the best I can…and stay with you. But know due to contracts and the situation at hand things won’t be good for me I don’t think. But these people may be able to help and free you.”


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Language Keys:
“Common” {Slyvan}
—
Actions:
1: use [Pew pew [E] on Peat’s ankle chain and Ankle chain only
2: Surrender.
3: reassure Peat.
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Abilities
Pew pew! - Magic [E],Componetless magic [E], Affinity [F] [Dark], Selective Magic [F] , Magic range [F], Magic targets [F]- Cheshire shoots five shadow balls that can hit up to 30ft at 5 selected targets - [E] grade - 1 post cooldown​

 

[conman2163]

Retili Loxinofican
Character Sheet​

Retili had nodded at the man's introduction and remained silent as they had continued. He hadn't missed the lacky that had come up and suddenly disappeared, but he didn't do or say anything as it seemed Regula had the situation well in hand. He did grow slightly concerned as the crowd grew rowdy, but his men were nearby and well armed and disciplined. Any mob could be seen off by them. His troops, disciplined as they were in fact, did not call after the Lady Von Turginev. In fact the only notice that they took of her was to politely tip a few caps and for an officer to give his men a stern look so they'd keep it together.

As things built to a head however Retili stepped forward to start the process to collect the documents. He expected this man to be a low level criminal, but judging by the absolutely visceral response he got from Regula, one of the kindest and softest rulers he had ever met, the spell she had cast had come back with a large number of criminal titles. In response to her orders, Retili drew the dagger at his belt and prepared for violence. Then he motioned to his pikemen to surround Blood Slayer. "Arrest him men. See to it he's bound and prepared for transport for judgement." Retili turned to the rest of his troops and shouted. "Men! To the Baroness! Arrest any staff in the camp, try to stop any who resist, but if you have to kill them so be it!" One hundred Riflemen quickly organized into squads to start scouring the camp to arrest any who was part of the camp staff. Retili in the meantime would make a similar appeal to everyone that Regula had. [Noble Bearing C, 2 post cooldown] "Common citizens have nothing to fear. Criminals of this camp, If you surrender peacefully and without a fight I will see to it you are given what leniency can be allowed. If you fight back and are captured you will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Do not resist!" He was of course, not including Bloodslayer in that appeal.

Spoiler: abilities

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• Caelia Savant C - Law C, Warfare D, Business E, Academia F, Area Knowledge [Caelia Barony] F - Grade C, 3 post Cooldown - Retili uses his comprehensive knowledge built up through years of study to overcome issues that smooth talking might not otherwise be capable of.
• Charismatic Scribe C - Insight C, Perception C, Empathy C, Persuasion C - Grade C, 3 post Cooldown - Using his quick wit and fast mind, Retili talks his way around and through problems that he encounters.
• Noble Bearing C - Etiquette E, Law C, Academia F, Persuasion C, Empathy C, Perception D, Insight C, Business E - Grade D, 2 post Cooldown - After some time spent in study, on the road, and in the court of nobles Retili has learned the way and bearing required to be at least adequate in the many skills expected of nobility. - Used, 2 post cooldown.

 

[NachoGod]

Caesar “Surpann” Romero

Languages: Common (Beastial)
Titles: Human, Novice leatherworker.
Interactions: DarkKitsune Lolory Irihi Elvario FebruaryGemini

Everything seemed to shift around him so quickly for a moment caesar felt as if his head were spinning, the beautiful well dressed woman would tell him to enjoy himself. Shortly after she would walk away with the oddly dressed man he assumed to be the ringmaster at this here circus. He would turn to look at the entrance gate again as if second guessing his being here. He would spot another woman approaching on a horse as she passed by the gathered soldiers. However he was quickly swept away by a drunken mob before he could make himself known to her. Someone would step on his foot as he was pressed towards a cage on wheels did she just call me a motherfucker? And was that a beard? He would think to himself as he began to push his way out of the center of the drunken crowd regaining some semblance of control over his movement. Eventually he would find himself near the front of the crowd and his eyes would finally meet the object of the crowd’s interest…and he felt himself quickly being consumed by rage.

It was some kind of tree creature woman, he had never seen such a thing before but had heard rumors of their existence growing up In Valeetiz. One needn’t be a doctor or even that smart of a person to see she was in poor shape. He would notice a man there seemingly trying to help the poor creature. Yet the mob was accosting the man and cruelly demanding the creature be caged. Their harsh words and their jeering would grind at his patience, yet with a clenched fist he maintained his demeanor…even if his growing anger showed on his face.

The moment the baroness made her announcement his anger would seem to evaporate from his face a look of calm contentment on his face, he needn’t make any hard decisions from now on, with this cruel show being declared illegal he would simply follow the baroness’s instructions and Help her, for dignity and Integrity were virtues he hoped to embody. He would drop the bag from his shoulder and reach in producing his mask. With practiced ease he would slip it over his head and under his breath would mutter “es tiempo de dolor” with his mask secured he would need to send a message to the inebriated minds in the crowd. Luckily a wolf man creature would likewise act snatching the attention and ire of the drunken men.

The moment their heads turned to face the wolf Surpann would strike, leaping towards the first man and driving a knee into the back of his head just at the base of the spine. What little equilibrium he possessed before would leave the man and he would collapse. Caesar would land with a crouched stance as the man beside his first target began to turn, making himself the second target. Caesar would shout “serpiente terrestre” As he wrapped his arms around the mans waist and using every muscle in his core, legs, and feet he would bend himself backwards yanking the man off of his feet. He would rise to his tiptoes as he pulled the man over his own center of gravity and release his arms as the last moment turning the mans body into a nail to be driven into the dirt. Finally he would complete his backwards motion rolling himself back to his feet with a low crouched stance. “As he has said, you should run…but please do try and lock us in the cage if you feel so bold.“ he would say with a menacing Smile. Positioning himself between the mob and the Plant woman’s companions, his words and protective stance making his intentions quite clear.
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Actions
Get Pressed by the mob towards peats cage.
Obey the Baroness’s command and Help bring the injured creature peat to her.

Used Skills/Abilities
Jump,Attack (Knee in the face)​

• Earthbound Serpent- Flexible F, Non-Lethal F, Tangle F - Grade F - 0 Post Cooldown (Suplex)

Spoiler: The mask

Caesar donned his mask but not the rest of his suit, thus he is wearing his fine black attire and his Luchador mask.

 

[Lolory]

WINREY | Beastkin-Rabbit | Enigamtic
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Before Winrey could so much as move or react to this plan of causing a distraction, a whole lot of things happened that made his help unnecessary. First an angry mob spotted Cheshire's attempt to help Peat escape, and then secondly said mob was subdued by even ANGRIER guardsmen who appeared from seemingly nowhere. He noticed that the woman responsible was familiar.

"Is that...the Baroness?" He had met her prior on a trip to The Republic, but it was strange seeing her again so soon. Winrey's parents arrived on the scene as well, with quite disappointed faces he might add.

"There you are, son. Well, it seems this whole circus is being shut down soon. What a pity." His father commented with a lonesome sigh. "We didn't even get to fully enjoy whatever show that bearded lady was going to put on! Oh my...is that the Baroness?"

"Yes it is, but enough of that. A man needs our help." Winrey said pointing to Cheshire and Peat. "This man is...a friend of mine. He was not apart of any of the circus staff. He...came with us, to visit the circus. Right father? Mother?" Winrey told some of the angry guards. "Besides, he was trying to help that Dryad in the cage the whole time. I believe him to be an innocent person in all of this."

"I believe so too! He kept watch over our son when he accidentally fell into one of those cages." Winrey's mother explained. "We're priests from a church in Azuran City, we were only visiting this circus, but had no idea about any of the...um, illegal activity taking place." Well I guess we're all lying today then. Didn't she at least suspect the Dryad was being mistreated earlier? Winrey sighed and kept it to himself.

If anything this would certainly make for an interesting story to tell Kuro. He's sure they'll both have wild stories to swap.

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