Fantasy Tales of Enreon

[PavellumPendulum]

He'd made quick work of packing, mostly because there was little he needed. Some clothes, food, water, coin... He almost always had his shoulder strap on him, so attaching his quiver and sliding his bow into place took little more than a few moments as well. Taken-Jei tried not to contemplate all the horrible ways this could go wrong, but of course, his brain was louder than all the background noise generated by the guild. His heart seemed to find amusement in adding to all the chaos, speeding up as he tried to slow his breathing. Being anxious wasn't going to help. He had bad habits that would be his downfall, he knew and he just wished he could be more like his mother. She'd been a supernova, exploding, pushing and pulling gravity like it was nothing: the world followed her pace as she set it. He was nothing like her, the fierceness was not genetic, nor was it something he believed he could learn.

Frowning deeply, he pulled his rucksack over his shoulder. He was wasting time, fumbling with his memories. Sighing deeply, he locked the door to his room, heading into the main hall of the inn, where the entrance was.

There were voices, having some idle morning chat he assumed, and upon turning the corner, the familiar faces came into view. Being the guild master for the time being, all requests to join the guild went through him, thus he knew enough to be on a first name basis with all of them. The dryad, the mage and the human. Clementine seemed to be brushing past them, but he didn't call out to her, the elf knew better than to force her to socialize with someone other than Nemmeth.

"Good morning," he greeted softly, stepping closer to the table, "I'm sorry to interrupt." Flicking his gaze over to Arty, he added, "We'll be at the holding cells. If you're still coming to Reseruza, please be there in a few minutes."

 

[TyVibes]

DESDEMONA

"Good morning!" Desdemona greeted Talen-jei, giving him and his companion, Clementine, a small wave as well."What's this about a Madoran then? You caught one?" she asked, she hadn't heard much from Cassia and Arty's conversation, so she was still in the dark, she hated that. Not knowing things. By the looks of it, the guild leader was leaving with a small patrol and possibly this Madoran to Reseruza. Would it be possible for her to go with them? That would not only allow her to learn more about the Madoran, but also how the guild operated on missions and how their leader, well, led them. All crucial information to see if these people could be considered allies...
"Say, how many members leave for Reseruza?" she asked politely, not letting anything on but her curiosity. The life of a spy had taught her to hide her true motives, although sometimes it could be very difficult, she hadn't failed yet, but the council members in Saint Loelle were all preoccupied most of the time, so getting things past them wasn't exactly hard... she gave a sweet small smile to the other members from where she stood in front of the bar, waiting to see what her answer would be.

PavellumPendulum Empyrea Availex_Reign SecretRock

 

[Availex_Reign]

Heheh. He went blank again. Why was everything in the world so captivating? Whilst Talen-Jei and everyone had been conversing, Arty found himself distracted by the mere shine of the trinket he held in his rough hands. His attention was immediately caught by Desdemona's initiation. "Er, ah... yes, the Madoran!" Arty's eyes flung open, and his buddy quickly noted for his quick appearance in Reseruza soon. He shook his head as though to shake his train of thought back on its tracks. "Yes, indeed. Talen-Jei and Madame Clementine found him outside the bar. His intentions were clear, though."

Arty scratched behind his ear, "They were confusing but... they were joyous!" He said, a random smile breaking out on his face. "He wants to join our group! Er - ah, I'm going to head out. Er... Cassia, cover my ...shift, please, Ma'am?" The tall man tottered his way from out behind the bar stiffly, as the space was tight, and waved at the two women as he clasped his hands together.
"Blessings, true blessings upon you both!" (sry for small post. got busy. rip. luv yall.)

 

[PavellumPendulum]

Talen-Jei knew bits and pieces about the members currently gathered. He was definitely the most acquainted with Clementine, but he'd spoken to both Cassia and Desdemona a few times, mostly due to the fact that every new member had to go through him. He didn't look too deeply into new members, as any confidential information was never shared amongst the lower members, but he knew enough to hold a proper conversation, he'd think. Desdemona seemed to lean forward at the mention of the Madoran, eyes sparkling curiously, as Arty gave his piece. "Ah, well, it was the border patrol that found the Madoran. Clementine and I only served as the interrogation team after the fact." He corrected, "And we're not sure about that, Arty."

Allowing a Madoran to join the cause seemed like a bad idea, no matter how he voiced his intentions. But Talen-Jei would hold his tongue for now, it was probably obvious enough on his expression that he was conflicted.

"As of now, it's four. We'll be escorting the Madoran to the Reseruzan authorities as per Melarue-Jei's request." He explained, though he was already heading towards the door, "I'm a bit behind schedule now, I believe, so I'll be taking my leave with the rest of them." The heat was sweltering as per usual, the sun pouring into the streets and dampening skin with thin sheens of sweat. Guards in their armour breathed heavily under all the metal, stuck at their posts. The weather in Haerith never seemed to bother allowing anyone a cool breath of air. Everyone seemed to be keeping to the shadows of the building, or stepping about with a parasol to keep the direct sunlight off of them.

The holding cells were ridiculously hot too, and Talen-Jei was fanning himself with a free hand, sighing heavily as he entered with Clementine and Arty. There, two guards stood at either side of Raith, who was both cuffed and slumped over, seated on the ground. His head perked up upon hearing them enter, and he immediately took to one of his favourite hobbies: complaining.

"Hey, uh, what is this garbage? It is so damn hot here, chtazitch." He groaned the foreign word, and Talen-Jei could only raise an eyebrow. A swear? "It better not be hotter in Reseruza." He sighed, though Talen-Jei wasn't sure what to say, considering the fact that this was tame compared to Reseruza's brutal summers.

 

[Empyrea]

Between Melarue-Jei's odd request, everyone's... fascination with the Madoran prisoner, and the hot weather, the prisoner himself complaining as soon as they arrived was nothing more than an unnecessary icing on the cake. If their last interaction was enough of an indication, the prisoner must have given the guards an earful while they were gone. And she didn't envy them a single bit.

Clementine glanced at Nemmeth. Her charge walked up to their prisoner, but the moment he raised his head, she took to hiding behind her, just as she would every time they encountered a stranger. She did peek out every now and again, though, so his greeting them that way seemed to have its merits. Or maybe it was because he an Una. Regardless, he was still Madoran and while Nemmeth didn't tremble at the very sight of him, she did grip and pulled at her robe rather tightly.

"It's okay." Clementine knelt down beside Nemmeth's and patted her head. "He's... not so bad..."

"...But he swore," Nemmeth said, curling her lips.

Oh, so that was a swear. He did seem like the type who would do so, and if there was anything she could agree with him on at the moment, it's that the weather was nearly unbearable. How Nemmeth managed the walk on the way with her bare feet was another matter to think on later, though.

"As much as I hate to be the bearer of bad news," Clementine said, standing back up and wiping her forehead with the back of her arm, "it will be."

Nemmeth hid behind Clementine again, then peeked out. "But that's better than being in here, right... mister?"

 

[Availex_Reign]

Arty immediately crouched down, peering through the holding cell, as his face immediately formed a squinty-eyed smile. He took his two hands and held the bars of the door and looked between Talen-Jei, Nemmeth and Clementine. "Well, he's a darned cute thing, now isn't he?" He chuckled warmly, his locks flowing in the smallest amount of breeze that came through the doors when they opened. The tall man stood back on his legs, towering over the hunched Madoran and leaving him in a small shadow, "What's your name there, a cemka keh?"
(rip my language skills)

This Madoran really didn't seem so bad. As a matter of fact, he seemed more so less of a threat than what they probably appeared to him as. Looking down at Nemmeth, the man heartily rubbed Nemmeth's head with a widely broad hand (that was probably about the size of her head, as a matter of fact.) "Ah, I already see a friendship beginning to bond, no?"

It was teasing statement, yet since the little girl seemed to speak some Madoran ... a complex language he couldn't manage besides bits and pieces.... he saw insight on the two getting slightly along, if this Madoran turned out to be well enough and unlikely to complain the whole way to Reseruza. At some point, even Arty wouldn't be able to take that. But, he couldn't say anything - he was a Madoran, after all. They did not live the healthiest of lifestyles, in his eyes. Although, it was almost similar to Saint Loelle ways. Families were big, er... if they even did have families.

 

[PavellumPendulum]

The sight of the newcomers to the team seemed to catch his attention after his initial complaint, dark eyes scouring over the two opposites: a petite doe-eyed girl, hiding behind the mage, and the tower of meat with a seemingly permanent grin. Though the human would definitely be considered tiny in Madora Ezos, he certainly was large for a human. The Una stared at them briefly, taking in Clementine's answer, and groaning deeply, his body seeming to sag into itself even more. "The south gets worse the further I go. I guess anywhere's better than the cell, though." he grumbled in response to the little girl, shaking his head, "And I'm guessing I'm traveling in chains then?" He gestured to the cuffs linking both his hands and his ankles, frowning deeply.

Talen-Jei pursed his lips. Though he understood the other's plight, he wasn't quite sure if he'd be comfortable having him completely free. Especially around the rest of the people of Haerith! If normal citizens saw him, it'd cause chaos, and if Xiekazt's soldiers caught wind of them traveling with a wanted criminal of theirs... He didn't want to think about it. "We have to get you around the Madoran forces. If they find you, they'll drag you-"
"They'll kill me on the spot." Raith interrupted him, narrowing his eyes, "I was in line for execution. They don't need to bring me back alive. They just need my corpse for Xiekoah to-"
"That's quite enough." It was Talen-Jei's turn to interrupt him, sighing deeply, "I understand. But spare us the details."

Arty calling the Madoran cute was certainly something that made Talen-Jei choke on his spit though. "I, er. Huh?" He got out, coughing briefly, his tone suddenly not as serious. Cute? ... What about him was cute? Arty was a strange one, but Talen-Jei chose not to pursue conversation, only watching as Raith raised an eyebrow at the other, chuckling lightly.

"Look at you, not quaking in your shoes." he mused, eyeing him up and down, "Guess everyone just calls me 'the Madoran' around here, ha. I'm Raith." Leaning slightly to the side and gesturing with a nod at Nemmeth, he added, "Also, whose kid is that? The mage's?"

 

[TyVibes]

Desdemona

Desdemona watched as all four members left to see the Madoran, all this talk still didn't ease her curiosity of said Madoran or the way this guild worked. She turned to Cassia who was still sitting at the bar, as much alone as she was, then the Mage had a brilliant idea.
"Let's go with them." She said to the Dryad. "It surely beats sitting around in this heat." Des started getting up and sorting out her clothes so that they were more suitable for travel and even hotter weather, she wondered how Cassia would travel to Reseruza, personally Des liked to travel by Magic, it was quicker and instantaneous, however, Des never learned teleportation magic, something she regretted at this moment. Horse it would be, luckily for her, she still had the horse she had used to travel to Hearith and to the guild. The Horse in question, Mac, had had a few weeks to gain his strength back so Des was confident he would be up for the journey, with one last glance at the huge tree woman at the bar Des walked out into the street, hurriedly walking towards the guild's holding cells. As she walked in she saw the Madoran, an Una, if she remembered that sign correctly. She had only ever seen the mark of soldiers so it was a guess at best. The other members and the Una were talking about Reseruza, Des managed to catch their name as she entered the room proper, Raith. She also caught his question as she hung at the back of the room waiting to announce she would also be going, of course, this question was directed at Clementine and her small friend.

 

[Empyrea]

Clementine shut her eyes and bit her lips for a moment. It took everything she had to keep herself from just groaning. Apparently, her brother wasn't the only one who called anyone and anything cute, and he was just talking about a rather unpleasant subject casually--in front of a child. That one was on her, though; she really shouldn't have brought Nemmeth along.

Clementine glanced at Nemmeth, who was still hiding behind her. "Yes, she is."

"H-Hi, Raith..." Nemmeth said, peeking out a bit. "I'm Nemmeth..."

Her charge introducing herself to a Madoran of all people was certainly a surprise. Even more so that she tried to reach out to him. Nemmeth pulled her hand back not even halfway through, though. Still, perhaps Arty's might be on to something about that bond forming between them. She clenched her hands a few times. And she would've done it a few more times if Nemmeth hadn't tugged at her arm. His overall amiable disposition and the lack of any inconsistencies between his behavior today and yesterday was now proving to make it harder to suggest simply showing him out the door.

He wasn't the only issue, either. It's been a while now, but her hair standing up on their ends and the urge to constantly look behind her never meant more than a couple of things. And the weather only helped narrow that down further. It's puzzling that they chose to hide, though. They've had so many chances now, this prison cell possibly being the best one.

Clementine closed her eyes for a moment, then glanced behind her. "We also have guests..."