Fantasy The Blood Price, An Adventurer's Guild

[KaleYeah]

Willet took her place at the head of the procession with the other three lagging behind her, or so she thought. She didn’t care much for their order as long as they kept up. The witch always found herself a sizable distance from the group - within sight but out of earshot, though she always seemed to be able to hear everything they were saying regardless.

The plains of eastern Avarice gradually turned to woods as leafy trees began sprouting along the path. As the days rolled on, the plains were entirely replaced by trees and long grasses as the group made their way northeast. The days were warm and the nights pleasantly cool for the would-be adventurers in their week of travel.

On the eighth day, the path they were following abruptly ended at a circular field. Trees traced a circle around the clearing and wild flowers formed an inner circle just before the tree line. Sunlight made its way into the clearing through the leafy canopy above. It was a very peaceful and serene scene.

Willet stood before the clearing, still on the path, broom in hand. “We are here,” she said to the group.

She made her way to the center where a set of stones placed in a circular pattern awaited. The stone circle was wide enough for a dozen men and their belongings to fit in and Willet stood at its center. She turned to the initiate trio and said, “quit gawking and get over here, you sorry lot.”

As they situated themselves, Willet closed her eyes and raised her broom. Suddenly, the stones forming the circle began to glow a faint blue hue, a calm hum filling the clearing, similar to the sound of a woman singing. The stones beamed with radiance, nearly too much to handle, and then they were normal stones again, the light gone and the peaceful hum fading into the trees.

Willet opened her eyes and the trees at the far end of the path began to move and split, creating a continuation of the path from the other end of the clearing. She lowered her broom and strode toward the newly emerged path. At its entrance, a man stood, dressed in a black and brown uniform that resembled a soldier’ garb. Over his heart was a patch of a black cauldron bubbling green. He wore a long, skinny sword at his waist. At the sight of Willet, the man jumped to attention and bowed so swiftly it looked as if he might have snapped his back.

“Welcome home, Lady Willet,” the guard said, still bent at a 90 degree angle.

Willet paid the man no mind as she glided past. The guard stood and a school boy smile appeared on his face, tracing her as she moved down the wooded trail. He turned his attention to the three following the witch and immediately drew his sword, his face hardening. The tip of his sword grew blue as it was directed at them.

“Halt! You three shall not pass without proper approval from the High Ma--,” he began but was cut off by Willet.

“They’re with me you half-wit fool,” she said still walking. “Let them pass.”

The guard lowered his weapon, the blue glow subsiding. He maintained a close eye on the trio as they walked beyond him and down the wooded path. He gave them a look that was a cross between jealousy and anger.

The wooded path grew wider as the trees opened up around them. Light poured in naturally but also in a way that appeared to be constructed. Minutes down the path a stone road appeared beneath their feet and the trees about their sides vanished, a large city now before their eyes. The stone road led down a hill and into the city, buildings made of wood and stone. From their vantage at the top of the hill, the largest building residing at the city’s center could be seen. It was smooth stone dome with nine spires equidistant around the perimeter with each spire a different color of the rainbow including a black tower and a white tower. It was known as the Mage’s Capital, the Ixum.

The city of Ondora resided in the depression, the Ixum at its center. The entire area was shaped like a bowl, trees forming a protective barrier around the outside with the single stone road leading down into the city.

“Come,” Willet said marching.

The city gates were two large trees mended to form an arc’d entrance way. They appeared old but strong. As Willet passed through them, a familiar warm chill surged through her body. To her, it was an old sensation, felt countless times. It was the feeling of strong and ancient magic that protected the city of Ondora and its people. It was a ward against outsiders and made the city impossible to access without proper approval.

From the gates, the true magic of Ondora could be seen. Along the main street, the buildings were constructs of stone, wood, and magic. The fronts looked like any normal building, but through the open doorways, one could see they expanded much further than possible given the building’s size. Various shops called the main street their home and close to the city gates to attract new travelers. Potions, magic wares, spells, books, and other rare odditie shops all had floating magical banners above their doors to mark their business. Even from here, the ground floor entrance to Ondora, several of the spires of the Ixum could be seen.

Children riding brooms passed a glowing orb of light between themselves as they crossed Willet’s path. They made a buzzing circle around her, laughing and hooting all the while. Willet waved her hand as if shooing a fly and the large gust of wind blew the children away. They fell prey to the current and drifted to the highline of the roofs before cautiously flying away and continuing their game of catch.

As they made their way towards the city center, the group entered the city square. Here, a large mixed market was held daily and hundreds of people filled the tight quarters. A man in a stall quickly made his move towards Willet, a collection of vials in hand. “Young miss, I can see you in dire need of my wares. Here, a potion to make your skin as smooth as silk, or this one to change your hair any color you wish, or this one…” Willet gruffly passed the man with no mind to stop. The merchant quickly changed targets to the next in line, Jin.

“You, young sir, how would you like a potion to be stronger than any man? 10 times stronger in fact. Only 500 gold. Not to your liking? Then how about one to change your skin into scales? No sword will penetrate your skin if you have scales. What do you say, young sir?” The man greedily held out several colored potions before Jin.

On the other side of Jin, a youthful young lady approached Grace with a glowing red book. “You there, I can sense great power flowing through you. Yes, the book calls for one such as you.” The glowing book glowed brighter as she spoke the words. “With this book, your fire would burn twice as bright and fives times as strong. Yes, this book calls for you.” She rubbed the face of the book that had a blazing fire on its cover. “A mere 700 gold is nothing for power.”

As the merchants tried to haggle a sale from Jin and Grace, a elder man approached Peri. “This thing you carry, what kind of magic does it use?” He drew a wrinkled hand toward Lionel, trying to touch him. “I must have it. What is your price? 1000?” A pause. “2000? I will go no higher than 3000 gold for this. I must have it.” A light lit behind the elder’s eyes as he tried for Lionel.

Suddenly, Willet’s voice could be heard over the noise of the crowd, “Quit your gawking, you sorry lot. I will not wait.” Willet’s figure could be seen walking away from the merchants and towards the other end of the square, though several other people were between her and the rest of the group.

As the three retreated from the hagglers, more approached them with similar goods. A sword promised to cut anything without ever needing to be sharpened, a magical orb to predict the future, a loaf of bread that replenishes itself to never go hungry - the kind of goods too good to be true.

Willet ignored these kinds and walked straight to her destination, the entrance to the Ixum. Up close, the domed center structure had a strange shimmer to it, never appearing to be one color yet all the colors at once. It was a mesmerizing structure to look at. The witch stood before the dome as she chanted some words. As she finished, a black hole opened along the Ixum’s curved walls with nothing visible on the other side. Willet stepped through, the initiates following and making their way into the Mage’s Capital.

GM Note

Welcome to Ondora! Hopefully I've described it in a clear way for you all. Please describe your experience into the city and with the hagglers with your post ending with you walking into the entrance of the Ixum.

 

[Kwillz]

After their trip to Still, Peri finally learned to keep herself from barking at the witch. Though she wouldn't admit it out loud, she was tired of falling over and decided to begrudgingly sacrifice a bit of pride in exchange for not getting thrown around like the witch's toy. The eight days for Peri were long but somewhat enlightening. It had been a while since she had experienced walking through the open wilderness of Avarice proper, as she had been more of a traveler who jumped directly from town to town, rather than taking many long journeys through the country's plains and forest. Though she had gotten more used to her teammates, she stuck to keeping to herself mostly, taking in the scenery she saw and quietly saving some mental notes to herself, maybe mindlessly whistling occasionally. But she didn't go the journey completely silent. She still dealt her sarcastic and snarky comments to the other two, mainly out of boredom. She'd find herself saying things like "You know, the 'walking around like a filthy commoner' thing is really fitting you, Fancypants. Maybe you should try it more often," to Jin or "Careful kid, you keep your nose in those books all the time and you'll trip on your own cloak. We wouldn't want that happening now, would we?," to Grace.

When Willet announced that they had finally made it to their destination, Peri looked to the clearing with an eager curiosity. Of all her time moving around Avarice, Ondora was one of the few places she had yet to visit. Probably because of the whole magic barrier and limited access part of the city. She looked to the other before proceeding into the circle. She blinked her eyes as the light that shone around them dissipated and the new path appeared in front of them.

As they approached the guard who raised his weapon at them, she nonchalantly put her hands up. But before she could say anything or the guard was even able to finish, Willet cut him off, commanding that they be let through. A cheeky grin came across Peri's face as she saw the look of defeat and anger. "It's okay my good man, a common mistake." She said casually as she passed by him, "And I'd lower your expectations, if I were you. Being a guard of an already magically guarded city isn't the most impressive line of work to women. Just saying." she smirked at him, noticing the look on his face that watched them. Lionel looked back from where he was, on Peri's shoulder, shaking his rear end at the guard in a mocking way as they finally walked away.

Looking to the real city as they came closer, it really was a magical city, the dome surrounded by tall and colorful towers in the center was especially eye-catching. As they walked through the large tree archway, Peri flinched a little at the sudden surge of magical warmth that ran through her body. It seemed even Lionel felt it, and shook himself out a little as he rode through the gate with her. Looking around and seeing the city now up close, Peri was filled with even more curiosity and wonder. But even after all her glancing around she noticed Willet and the children, at which she chuckled a little and turned to the others. "Wow, Great with kids, adventurers, and even sweaty bar owners. Is there anything she can't do?" she said aside in her usual sarcastic tone.

For a moment Peri forgot they were even in a market place despite all the people and shops everywhere, but she was quickly reminded as the hagglers came in and tried to pull them to their wares. As sellers pulled aside her teammates, she took it as the opportunity to try to slip away, but alas, she too was met with an intrusive old man. But this man wasn't trying to sell her anything. Instead, he was trying to buy Lionel, and let it be known that this was not the first time this had happen and would most likely not be the last. Lionel was always one of the first things to catch the attention of others when Peri would meet someone new. They'd ask questions, try to inspect him too closely, and/or try to buy him. She was used to it by now, but also extremely sick and tired of it. "Look, old man," she said, noticing how uncomfortable Lionel was getting at the man's looks, "There is no price. Because he isn't for sale." But the man kept persisting, throwing out numbers and prices. When he said he wouldn't pay more than 3000, Lionel almost seemed to take offense to that, since people had offered more for him in the past. Peri glanced at the puppet and chuckled a little before noticing the old man reaching for Lionel. She took his wrist, pulling him towards her. "Alright geezer, I'm gonna say this slowly and clearly since you're elderly ears don't seem to be working like they used to... My friend isn't some fancy merchandise here for you to heckle for. No gold or goods are gonna be up for trade, you understand? Now if you would kindly leave us alone--" She took his arm and did a quick under arm turn, spinning him to face away from them as she made a quick escape into the crowd to follow in the direction Willet went.

She continued to squeeze through the crowd, struggling to weave and duck around more merchants trying to get their items sold with their exaggerated sales pitches.

"Man, I forgot how much I hated salesmen... They're all scammers, the lot of them." she huffed, finally after she came out of the other side of the crowd, now able to breathe without all the people crowding around. She looked around to see if her companions were able to make it out in one piece before she followed the witch to the Ixum. Her eyes widened as the wall opened up for them. With a new wave of excitement and anticipation surging within her, she stepped into the darkness.

 

[voracity]

The wild untamed plantlife was something Jin came to appreciate throughout their week of travelling. While the days were warm, and at times uncomfortably so, the trees hanging overhead provided an abundance of shade, and thus the need to stop and rest was not as frequent. Of course, the downside of that would be the fact that it was much harder to see much of anything when the sun did dip under the horizon. Even if they had made a fire, Jin had kept to himself, very much awake and alert, no matter the time. He was not one to fear fire, but the caution was deemed necessary when there was nothing but tree and grass for miles, and their poor selves left defenseless in the case of some wildfire.

Of course, when Willet lead them to a gorgeous landscape of what a serene, inviting forest must look like, Jin truly did fear that the witch would set something on fire. A perfectly shaped garden-like scene in the heart of a wild forest? It looked like a nefarious trap of sorts. Even when Willet made her way over to the very center of the innocent clearing, Jin still had doubts. It was only when Willet called to them that he reluctantly followed into the circle, “this better not be some ancient ritual that requires three sacrifices or something,” he hissed between his teeth as he braced himself for whatever may come next - likely something painful.

Although he may have looked exceptionally humorous when nothing … truly unimaginable happened, he was quick to recover, standing straight and tall, when the guard came into view. Scoffing at the dramatics of the guard, Jin allowed himself to let slip what he hoped was a near silent, “What ‘lady’?” before he glared at the sword pointed at them, though not at all regretful for his words. The glare was maintained and exchanged as he passed on to the wooden path. Peri had said all that had to be said, there was no need to lay it on too thickly, not for such a lowly foot soldier. Besides, Jin thought scornfully, it ought to have taken an exceptional deal of ignorance to name the witch anything like ‘lady’.

When they came to another stop, Jin was unable to properly understand. In the few minutes, ever since they stepped into the circle, it seemed as if their paths have been changing frequently, from wood, then stone paths, trees melting from view, until a city rose from the very core of the earth itself. Where Luxa was flooded with luxury at every corner, and most especially it’s center, Ondora managed to look refined and majestic. There was nothing that seemed unnecessarily fabulous, every tower that was in view ought to have been placed there for a reason, and to be able to function whilst providing such a view spoke of the talent of those who resided within the city of magic.

The only thing that bothered Jin was why the entire city seemed to be fortified, much more than it should be during rather peaceful times. The shape of the city, the dome and it’s towers that stood as wardens to it. Everything about the city seemed to be look defensive, secretive, perhaps this was simply the personality of witches that colored their city so. It was only when the air shifted, the heavy touch and go of otherworldly energies, that Jin fiercely reinforced the assumption that there was something too secretive about the city. Even if the children who escaped Willet’s wrath looked purely innocent, Jin was highly suspicious of the entire place. Magic was heavy in the air, and every building, person in the city was likely some form of brilliant in magic.

Even the merchant who held vials of different color, some bubbling, others glowing. “500 gold, you say,” Jin repeated, and though that was nothing too horribly expensive, he was without allowance and as if right now, without a job. Last time he had 500 was when he arrived right at Luxa, before he proceeded to blow it all on the now ragged, but still rather useful - he’d insist - light clothing. It would be a mistake to tell the merchant of his poverty though, least he spread it to the others, and so Jin leaned in close, as if exchanging a horrible secret. “If you are not careful with your prices, I fear you may lose some valuable and loyal customers to say ... “, Jin pointed further down, at another merchant who just happened to have vials in his hands, “that fellow other there, word from the roads say he is the fairest of them all, but lucky for you, I am undecided as of yet.”

With that, and hearing Willet’s summons he hurried on to follow her. Hopefully if he ever came back, there’d be some change in prices, or at least he would have found someone else to try and buy from. Manoeuvring past the lively market and shady deals, the three and Willet stood before the black hole - and the bar of suspicion just keeps raising.

Staring into the abyss, Jin allowed all the worries from the first few days out come back out to him. What was it that had been warned to him, over and over again throughout the weeks? The presence of his sister for one, was one that kept repeated coming back to haunt him every step of the way - and ever since the encounter with the dirty ragged hag he had been plagued with hesitation at some of the more quiet corners too. Curses. Not to mention the necessity of an oath to the Blood Price - with this one step, he’d have to draw the firm line of family or fate. Curses, curses, curses … a thousand more to hopefully solve this dilemma.

A breath, and he stepped through, following Peri and Lionel.

 

[Terrabreak]

The young mage had hoped to reach Ondora in a day or two, little did she know how wrong that guess was. At least the rest of the travel remained calm, perfect for days of lecture while dealing with Peri’s jokes in kind. They didn’t bother her at all but it was fun to mess around with the bard every now and then. However her serenity disappeared the moment they reached a round field and Willet announced they had arrived. Excitement filled Grace as the Witch opened a new path for them; enough to make her almost not notice the guard in front of her. After the leader of the group “gently” told the man to not bother them they were able to keep moving forward but not without poking at the guard before. Peri didn’t miss the chance of throwing her sharp words at him as Grace, with a serious look on her face, quickly nodded twice in what was a rubbish attempt at a ‘Watch your mouth’ wordless message.

The minutes felt like years for the young girl as they followed the path until suddenly the city gates appeared before their eyes. As she walked past them a calm and warm echo surged through her body, she knew it had to be some sort of barrier but anything more specific than that was beyond her. The few books that mentioned Ondora always did it very vaguely, either on purpose or in a mistake assuming the person reading them already knew the place.

Grace’s eyes shined as she looked at everything on their path. The buildings, the shops, even the children were on one way or another related to magic. If only she had been born in a city like this who knows how much stronger she would be, maybe even the annoying witch would have to answer to her. As she lost herself in her thoughts the group entered what appeared to be a market. The young mage looked from one side to the other, fascinated by everything in every stand and shop, or at least she tried to do so with the hordes of people moving back and forth standing in her way. The young mage moved towards Jin’s side in order to not get separated from the group since his fancy clothes, regardless of their current state, allowed her to recognize him from the rest of the crowd. Grace gazed at someone presented a magic flower to the people around until she was suddenly stopped by another girl but this one offered her something very interesting; a book.

“Move away.” Was her answer as she pushed the girl to the side before continuing her walk but her thoughts were a bit different “Yes, please! I really want it, give it to me… but I don’t have that much money… but I could take it by force…but the guards here can probably beat me down with one finger. Damn it all!” She kept arguing with herself until realizing that Jin and most likely the rest of the group were way ahead of her and picked up the pace. Thanks to her small body she was able to squeeze through the people and quickly caught up to them, once again taking her spot in the middle of both her teammates. People kept approaching to offer their goods but now that the crowd was less dense it was much easier to move past them. “Not sure if all of them but I’m not feeling like gambling trying to find the honest one between every nine dirty rat.” Said Grace in response to the bard’s comment, it seemed like they also had trouble in the market back there.

Finally the four of them reached the great building in the middle of the city; the Ixum. Grace’s eyes lost themselves for a second as she gazed upon the great dome thanks mostly to the beautiful changing colors that covered it. Her distraction made her miss the witch’s incantation so after coming back to herself she was greeted by a strange black portal placed on the wall in front of them. Willet stepped through it without any doubt with Peri and her puppet right after and Jin just a little bit behind. Grace sighed deeply before smiling widely, wondering what would be awaiting at the other side as she walked into the black gate.

 

[KaleYeah]

Through the black portal, the group entered the Ixum and was greeted with the grandeur sight of the Crystal Tree. The center structure was rooted in the middle of the Mage’s Capital, its crystal trunk rising over one hundred feet high, branches spread across the top of the dome with millions of leaves like crystal needles hanging from the ends.

Looking beyond the canopy, the domed roof revealed the sunny sky outside, large fluffy clouds lulling amidst the blue. Magic was used to reveal the current outside environment, creating a one-way transparency from inside the Ixum. The different towers were also visible from inside. The natural sunlight created a rainbow effect when directed at the tree causing prisms of color to bounce around the grand room.

Upon further inspection, the domed building built around the Crystal Tree had several tiered balconies. On the ground level, tiled floor led to the base of the tree where crystal roots dug their way into the earth. Several people were conversing around the tree, some dressed similarly to Willet except in different colors, and other dressed like the guard protecting the entrance to Ondora, with skinny swords at their waists. Others were flying around moving from one end to the other going about their business in a hurried fashion.

Willet exited the black portal and approached a small desk at the base of the tree. A small woman dressed in brown witch attire sat behind the desk, her nose in a book.

“I am here to see the High Mage. Tell her that Will--”, she began before she was cut off from a loud shout from across the hall. “Letty!”

A man, dressed in a black tunic, jacket, matching pants and a black skinny sword on his waist, came gliding down from the second floor balcony toward Willet.

“Letty, it is good to see you again.” Blonde hair tied in a tail flowed elegantly as he descended. He took Willet by surprise and hugged her, her face turning visibly red. She quickly shoved the man back.

“Do not call me that,” she said flipping her braid to her other shoulder, trying to hide her colored cheeks. “I’ve always hated that name.”

“Now, now, is that any way to behave after twenty years? You never visit nor write,” the man said casually. “Is that anyway to treat your brother?”

Willet rolled her eyes. “Perhaps there is a reason, Willem.”

The man smiled at her when he noticed Peri, Grace, and Jin. “Pardon me,” he bowed. “I am Willem, right hand to the High Mage and elder brother to my dear Letty. I hope she was not too harsh on you all,” he said with a wink. “I understand you three are to be adventurers. It is a fine calling and noble act you all are undertaking.”

Willem turned to his sister. “Mother is currently away but I am to guide you all on your initiation process. Come. Follow me.”

Willet tried to hide her sibling angst without much success. She gave a look to the three that said “if you ever speak the name ‘Letty’ to anyone, a sore bottom would not be the worst of your pains.”

She followed her brother down a long hall and into an adjacent chamber away from the tree. It was a square stone room with a lit candles on the walls. Script formed a circle on the floor in the center of the room. It had a ritualistic feel to it. Willem stood just outside the circle, Willet next to him with her arms crossed. Willem faced the three initiates with a serious face.

“Are you sure you wish to continue? From this point on, there is no turning back.” He eyed each of them individually. With their answer, he nodded and gestured them to stand in the circle.

“Speak the words after me:

I am bound. Summoned. Heed the call. Blood is my price. Adeo.​

”

With the words spoken, the script on the floor burst into light and the three inside the circle vanished from the room.

Willem turned to Willet. “Think they will be alright?”

Willet hmph’d, and exited the room, her braid whipping. A smile crossed Willem’s face as he followed.

A burst of light exploded and vanished, the three initiates appearing in an identical stone room with scripts on the floor but with Willet and Willem gone, the hallway they entered from before now dimly lit with signs of torches. Those familiar with magic would know that they had been teleported, though their location a mystery.

A voice inside the trio’s head spoke, “Seek the crystal. Pay the price. Leave an adventurer.” The voice sounded like Willem. “Beware the Mi---.” His voice cut off.

A low and deep grumble echoed from the hallway, a scraping sound overlapping. The initiates would have to venture forward into the dark for the last leg of their journey on becoming an adventurer.

 

[Kwillz]

Once through the other side of the dark portal, Peri glanced at what surrounded them. The massive tree in the middle of the dome's center was the biggest attention-grabber; only a blind man would be able to miss it. But what was slightly less noticeable was what was hanging from the tree's limbs. Crystal needles, huh?... Peri thought to herself, remembering what was told of their mission before.

The call from somewhere above them caught Peri off guard for just a moment before she found the source of the voice. "Letty?" Peri murmured aside in cofusion. As the man came down to the group he seemed familiar even before he had said another word. She wondered... This man couldn't be...? What came next was all the confirmation she needed. Of course, it was Willet's brother. The witch was showing more color on her face than she had ever shown them before. Now the extra crankiness she seemed to have while they walked through Ondora made sense. Not only did they learn of the witch's sibling, but also that she was the daughter of the High Mage herself.

But opposite to what many would expect, Peri didn't say anything. She simply wanted to observe-- for now, at least. That didn't keep the giddiest and cheesiest grin from being plastered onto her face. She gave Willem a brief respectful nod as he addressed them before following him as he guided them down the hall. She noticed Willet's glares and casually put her hands up, her smug grin still stretched across her lips. "I know, I know..." Peri felt as if the message was going straight to her.

As they came into the room at the end of the hall, Peri glanced around, seeing the new magical circle in the center. To Willem's question, she shrugged a bit. "The time of no turning back was a while ago. Now, leaving would just be a waste. I don't know about the others, but I knew enough about what I was getting into before I decided to come here. As long as I get what I'm looking for it'll all be worth it for me." she said before going to stand in the circle as he gestured. She stood next to the other two as they all entered the circle, facing towards Willem and Willet but looking ahead, more solemnly now as Willem gave them the words to recite.

"I am bound... Summoned... Heed the call... Blood is my price... Adeo."

In the next moment there was a flash before Peri looked around to find herself still with her companions, but without Willem and Willet. So either we moved, or they moved... She paused as Willem's message came through to them, waiting for another moment before realizing it cut off abruptly. "Well that's just dandy, isn't it?..." Peri muttered. That was when the growl came echoing down the hall. Lionel, who had been on her shoulder, began to shake a little in nervousness, as he quickly moved to hide in her bag. Peri looked back at him, rolling her eyes. "Come on, stop being a such baby and grow a pair, would you?"

She started to take some steps towards the hall as Lionel started to bury himself deeper and she turned to the other two right in front before the darkness. "I don't know if any of you have some bright ideas, but I'm pretty sure we're gonna have to run into whatever that is whether we like it or not. What say you? Maybe we could get a little light?" She said, specifically aiming her question to Grace, remembering how the young mage nearly sent the Fallen Ox into flames not long ago.

 

[Terrabreak]

The emotions that filled Grace as they walked through the city were multiplied the moment the inside of the Ixum came into her sight. The beautiful design, the magic users flying all over the place and the magnificent crystal tree filling hall left here speechless for a few seconds “No book could describe a place like this.” Grace thought out loud as her gaze was absorbed into the shinning crystal structure.

The group followed Willet towards the desk but once they got there they were interrupted by a stranger who appeared to know the witch. Grace confused look turned into a gigantic mocking expression the moment the word ‘brother’ was mentioned. It was amusing watching the whole change of attitude the leader of the group had when her brother was around. The man presented himself as Willem and Grace answered his bow in kind, holding up the lower ends of her cloak as if it was a dress. The discovery of the witch’s mother made a lot of sense; the stronger the parents are as mages, the stronger the children will be. No amount of hard work or ‘everyone has equal chances’ could deny that. Without wasting more time the group began to follow Willem but no before Willet’s gave them a crude warning about using her real name. Grace looked at Peri and a small chuckle left her lips since she knew it was quite likely aimed mostly at her.

It didn’t take them long to reach their destination; a simple room with a strange seal on the floor. Willem question took her by surprise but she didn’t need to think too much about it since the fight at the inn days ago had cleared most of her doubts “We are indeed too far to turn back at this point. I think now I have a more clear understanding of what all this really means and through blood and sweat I wish follow it.” She gave the bard a quick glance and smiled “I wish to write my own song with its ups and down and when it’s all over look back with pride expecting people to enjoy as much as I have.” Without wasting any more time Grace walked forward and spoke the words instructed.

“I am bound. Summoned. Heed the call. Blood is my price. Adeo.”

“I really hate teleports” Said the young mage once the process was over, using her staff as a cane since a magic user needs to prepare herself before using a teleport and she was expecting to receive the instructions before it happened. She grumbled as Willem’s voice echoed in her head before disappearing as suddenly as it came. As the dizziness went away Grace felt something ahead, something big “Don’t blame the ragdoll, the thing or whatever is down here with us is strong. We better be careful.”

Grace looked back to see if Jin’s was okay or at least in one piece, you never know with this old teleports, before walking up to the bard. She looked somehow annoyed at Peri’s request despite knowing that she was right “Just be quick and grab me back if I’m the first target of that thing” was the young mage answer as she closed her eyes and moved the staff close to her body. A strong white colored glow appeared on the weapon and seconds later it was replaced by a shining orb attached at the end of it “Photon. Using a flame would be dangerous in case we are attacked by surprise since I could burn one of you by accident, this is much safer.” She explained before taking a few steps forward as if asking her teammates if they were ready to go.

 

[KaleYeah]

The runes on the floor remained quiet as Jin was not teleported to this destination. In fact, he was sent to another place, an area more suited for him. But that is a story for another time.

Another howl ripped through the walls of the labyrinth the group was in. It was chilling and haunting. Faint sounds of scraping could be overheard as well.

As Peri and Grace ventured forward, a small chamber came into view, a large orb resting on the floor. If a hand was placed on it, the torches lining the walls of this place would light. From there, the room would be revealed to have three adjoining pathways leading in each cardinal direction.

To the west, a sweet sickly scent could be smelled. Much like that of decay.

The north had nothing of note, simply a long hall leading beyond view as it turned a corner.

To the east, a faint but undeniable pulse of magic emanated from that direction. Like a string, it pulled slightly at the magical sense that each of the initiates possessed.

Suddenly, in the mind’s of Peri and Grace, a mental nudge urged them to follow the magical sense like a slap to the back of the head.

Willem smiled at Willet, “You’re far too kind, Letty.” Willet turned and crossed her arms away from her brother in defiance. “I merely do not want to see my charges die, Lem.” Despite her outer appearance, she did have a soft spot or two.

Surely unable to fight Willet’s not-so-subtle hint, Peri and Grace would pick the eastern route, following their magical sense.

As the two ventured forth, they would pass similar chambers as the one they were just in, save for a few differences. Sometimes the only feature would be claw marks marring the stone walls, others would be scorches outlining a body, there were also rooms with no discernable features. Still, the trail of magic they were following was getting stronger.

Eventually the two turned a corner and at the end of the long hallway were the roots of the crystal tree. The crystal roots erupted from the ceiling and dominated the chamber they were in. The white glow illuminated their path revealing an antechamber just before them.

As the two stepped closer, a body shaking howl ripped through them. The famed minotaur stood between them and the crystal tree, his bull horns shaped menacingly and gorey, the human upper half dominated by muscles, a long spiked black club at the end of its arm, dragging behind. In all, the minotaur stood roughly ten feet high and blocked their path.

At the sight, it charged, giant club dropping down to pulverize their existence.

Minotaur:
Attack: 12
Defense: 8

 

[Terrabreak]

“I hope he’s alright” Commented Grace after noticing that Jin had not arrived together with them. As the two girls began to march forward they were greeted by another roar, this one closer than the one they had heard before. The young mage shivered a bit until she managed to see a particular glowing orb on the ground. She was able to recognize its purpose based on the patterns on it so Grace quickly turned off her photon spell and rushed to touch the object. The moment this happened all the lights turned on, revealing the three paths ahead.

Grace was instantly drawn towards the road reeking with magic and a quick look at Peri revealed she felt the same way. She just gave her partner a small nod before continuing walking; wondering where did every path lead to as she left the orb room. The path through the halls felt endless; especially thanks to the silence that she finally decided to break “It’s just the two of us now, if it comes to fighting I’m counting on you.” Said the small girl without taking her eyes off the front. Finally they reached a room different from the others, it seemed like it was right below the crystal tree on the Ixum; the distinguished roots being an easy hint. Grace was about to lose herself on the beautiful sight until a presence dragged her back into the real world; a Minotaur. She slowly lowered the end of her staff to the ground before the beast, without any warning, began its charge against them. It was slow, most likely thanks to its size which allowed Grace to begin casting her spell however she had no way to prepare for what happened next.

It felt like the creature was freed from some invisible chain or something because his slow charge suddenly turned into a rush. Grace only managed to jump back a few steps to finish her spell “Go! Summon ‘Earth Golem’!” She announced before the club managed to hit her straight at her right side. She was thrown to the side as if she was nothing seconds before the floor began to glow next to the beast from which the earth construct emerged, punching the Minotaur directly in the face while doing so.

The young mage rolled on the ground a bit placing both her hands on the place the weapon had hit her. The creature’s strength plus her frail body made the pain unbearable. Thankfully it seemed like nothing was broken and the few tears in her face and blood in her mouth didn’t stop her from planning the next move. Back in the forest she made the mistake of splitting herself from the rest of the group but she was a quick learner. Using the golems attack as a distraction Grace rushed towards Peri as fast as she could, her legs not being gravely injured helping a lot. She called the bard’s name as she ran to position herself right behind her physically stronger teammate.

 

[Kwillz]

Peri glanced back as they left the teleportation circle, "Yeah... But I'm sure he can handle whatever they throw at him." She said, trying to reassure Grace after her little comment. After their journey together, though she never would say it out loud, she grew quite fond of the two who came to be her teammates. It was unfortunate that they couldn't continue with the last leg all together, but she just had to accept that.

She followed the mage through the halls towards the echoing roar and scraping of whatever would greet them on the other side. She let Grace deal with the magic orb, as it seemed she knew what to do. Peri sighed quietly in relief as the halls simply lit up for them. No traps. Yet....

At the three-way split in the hall the nudge that was given to them unknowingly by Willet caught her off-guard for a brief moment and caused her to hesitate and glance around. But the pulsing was an obvious clue that the east was the right path. At least they wouldn't have to walk down the other path that reeked of some unpleasant stench. She gave a knowing glance to Grace and gave a gesture with her hand for the mage to go down first before she followed her.

Peri glanced at Grace as she spoke up. "Me? Well, okay... Sorry if I'm just surprised that someone's actually relying on me for something like a big fight." Peri responded, rubbing the back of her head a bit. "But hey, I'll try."

As they passed into the final chamber with the crystal tree in it, there they faced possibly the last hurdle in their initiation process. Peri gulped a bit at the sight of the Minotaur, partly because of its size and partly because they no longer had a heavy hitter like Jin with them.

As it charged at them Peri instinctively rolled to the side, watching Grace sacrifice dodging or defense for casting. It looked like the golem she had summoned would buy them some time though. She turned her head when Grace came rushing behind her, realizing what was on her shoulders now. Technically, they weren't told that they had to kill the Minotaur, just get the crystal; therefore they only needed some way to immobilize the monster. At the thought, Peri got flashbacks of their tavern brawl and got an idea in her head.

"Well, it's big enough to hit... I just sure hope it's not too big to not come under..." She murmured, pulling out her blow-dart and loading it. She brought her fingers to her lips and let out a loud whistle, a small trail of purple appeared with it just for good measure as she tried to get the Minotaur's attention. "HEY YOU, YOU HORNHEADED BASTARD! OVER HERE!" The moment the monster would turn its head to face them, she took the blow-dart and sent one of her sleep darts flying to the spot in between the monster's eyes.

 

[Moolock]

Ava'ramira Ren​

The bustling street below surged with market-goers, a colorful and writhing scene being watched by the careful eye of Ava from her perch in the shade of another, taller building. She nibbled on what remained of her lunch- well, someone else's lunch that she'd snatched in passing- as her foot tapped to the time of a street band across the square. Even above the din, their jaunty tune carried clear. Ava was looking for something. Someone alone, well-off enough that they wouldn't miss some coin, and reasonably unobservant of their surroundings. She looked for someone with their nose a little too high, only looking in the direction they were headed. In the thick of the mass of bodies strolled a man with a fantastic-looking coat and at least three pouches around the back of his belt. How did people not know that was the worst place to keep your money? Ava grinned, keeping her gaze locked on him as her hands moved to lace up her gauntlets tight around her scrawny arms, covering years of scars. With a twinge of regret, she remembered one of her favorite stories and started to mutter it to shrug off the image of her net of scars... "And of all the adventurers through the woods watching for wolves and bears, none paid mind to the crow. What harm could a crow do but watch and appear in its ugly manner? But the scavenger crow knows and ugly has no meaning to it. It is a tool, no?" She moved down from her perch, quickly implanting herself among the people of the market. Lunch break over, time for work. The man walked ahead of her, four people between them.

Walking confidently as anyone else in the market, determined and staring just past the man's shoulder, Ava neared, only once very close slipping a hand out from under her poncho. The pouch was attached to the man's belt by a simple buckle, one she undid easily, the metal glinting blue in the sunlight. She raised a brow but continued quickly. Rather than let the weight of his pouch drop, she lowered it away and into her own under her poncho, cutting off the faint blue glow. Work done and no commotion, Ava slowed her pace to let the man keep walking, and walk he did, oblivious to her existence. The market bustled along without a fuss or glance back and Ava wove her way through to the edge of the square to duck down an alleyway to find somewhere to count the loot.

Once back into the shade of the tall buildings, Ava took out the pouch and tossed it once in the air, catching it easily with a satisfying clatter of coins against each other. Footsteps behind her made her turn around to see, silhouetted in the sunlight, the man whose money she was holding and by the gods did he look pissed. Ava quickly stowed it, hand moving under her poncho to a concealed sheath, just in case. The man's eyes flashed bright blue as he approached.

"I seem to be missing something, perhaps you can help me find it!" He reached into his coat and withdrew a focus crystal, casting a bright string of blue at her. Ava ducked out of the way, peeking over her shoulder to watch the beam of light hiss and sizzle where it collided with the wall behind her. Her eyes widened as she looked back to him. "Wrong target, yes? You street mouse, you mess with someone who could crush you if I wanted. I just want my money. And to leave an impression."

Ava clutched the hilt of her dagger, watching the mage carefully. She spoke not a word, green eyes narrowing as she backed up to the wall. That money was hers now, fair and square.

"Oh come now," he chuckled, raising the wand. "I have somewhere to be." The man held out his other hand. "Toss me the pouch and let's forget this? I'm being reasonable, I could have called the guards on you minutes ago."

Ava grinned in response and let go of her dagger, instead reaching back for a large crack in the wall to get her fingers into. "Sorry sir," she chirped, "but I didn't wake up today to get into a tangle with a mage." With a bright green flash, she cast her spectral hand beneath her foot and even though it could hold no more than ten pounds, the instant of solidity it gave her and her ledge was enough for Ava to vault herself up and over the wall, not an impressive height but one that would have otherwise been a challenge- at least it would be for the stiff-collared mage. She heard a shout behind her as she landed on the other side and wasted no time in sprinting away from the square with a stranger's coin purse. All things considered, so far a good day.

She ended up heading toward Luxa's northern district. Not until she passed through the gates and saw the great red doors of the Blood Price standing before her did she realize where she was. Ava stopped short, earning an annoyed grunt from someone who'd been walking behind her. She muttered an apology and shuffled to the side of the doorway, dumbfounded as she stared up at the doors. Ava had aspired to enter these doors, join the guild, and make something more out of herself for years but never did the courage possess her to actually get there. Yuri warned her often of the sort of people that she would find there, that they would hate her, turn her away. Ava always swore she would look nice for walking into the Blood Price, maybe get a fancy shirt instead of her comfortable but tattered poncho.

She peered in, a hair away from the precious gold ornamentation of the doors, only for her breath to catch at the vibrant red banners of the interior hall, groups of armored and robed individuals milling about, plaques on the walls with the heads of vicious beasts slain by gallant heroes previous, and at the very far end of it all beneath the banners, a large official-looking area with an equally prestigious looking man, white of hair and calm of demeanor. She had heard stories in passing from Yuri and the others about the Broker. Nervously, Ava tapped her foot on the floor, hovering at the door until something hard smacked into her shoulder, sending her stumbling inside. Just inside the threshold, she glanced back to see a towering figure making their way past with a group of others. Ava turned back out toward the city, to the direction of their thieves' hideout, toward her strange city family. "Sorry Yuri," she muttered, moving further into the guild hall and closer to the Broker.

A tall figure, robed and staff-carrying shot her a piercing glare as she passed. Ava ducked back behind a pillar to avoid the piercing gaze, trying to summon up the peace of mind to turn invisible. After a few minutes of controlling her breathing, nothing, but at least she was a little more composed, quickly used to being one of the shortest people around. Ava gave up on casting and continued for the desk, finally approaching the Broker, head level, shoulders back. "Pardon me, sir, but if I may interrupt for a moment, I'm terribly sorry. I'm Amira Ren and I was hoping to join the Blood Price. Might you be the one I speak to about that?"

 

[Ashes to Ashes]

Liam Carlin Ravus​

The sun broke through the wispy clouds with practiced ease, sharing rays as it had done for centuries and would continue to do for many years to come. It shimmered over the tranquil pool in which Liam had chosen to rest his body. The cool water flowed ever so slightly in the morning breeze and all was quiet and calm, except, as tended to happen, in Liam’s mind. While calm and steadfastness were core values imprinted on him from a young age, they brought with them the need to consider options, view from all angles whatever problem handed to him. As it stood, all the thinking was making him frown more than ever, and, being well into the second half of his thirties, wrinkles were becoming increasingly common.

For a moment, he went through what had happened since he left his foster family behind, scant weeks ago and chuckled. Arm wrestling had always had its charm, but actually winning money in a tournament was simply good fun and a very easy way to pick up some coin. Liam had stayed at that particular tavern for almost a fortnight, taking on all challengers and, soon afterwards, taking their money, too. He left with a purse of dramatically increased weight by the time he was done with the men and a surprising amount of women who had come to challenge him.

He got out of the water, allowing the cool droplets to fall from him as the morning breeze wrapped itself around his body. Today would be a good day. Soon he would arrive in Luxa, the great capital of Avarice and he would seek the audience of one in the Blood Price, as, so he had learnt, had his parents before him, heeding the call of wanderlust and becoming adventurers. It was his turn now. Briskly, he walked to his pile of clothing and patiently waiting horse, grabbed the clothing and donned his leathers and cottons with a dreamy look in his deep brown eyes.

As he finished buckling his belt, he was alerted to approaching riders by the telltale thud of hooves carrying in the wind from a distance. He calmly continued to don his clothing and, finally, grabbed his blades, securing them firmly in place.

A trio of horsemen were headed directly for him, so Liam grabbed some oats from a satchel and gave his horse a treat. As the horse’s muffled sound of enjoyment and crunching molars picked up pace, the other three horses arrived and slowed down theirs. “I believe you owe use some of that there coin, stranger,” said the middle of the three. “See, we don’t believe a man can beat over a dozen people in an evening without cheating and, by that logic, you’ve cheated a dozen times over!”

There was a spit to the ground and approving murmurs from the spokesman’s companions. Liam gave his horse a pat on the nose and turned to his accusers. The three were young, no more than nineteen or twenty, maybe even slightly younger, but certainly not older.

“And you two’s quarrel? I can’t remember beating either of you, and I’ve an excellent memory for faces, “ said Liam happily. “Names are a pain though. I can never seem to keep them straight,” he finished bitterly.

“We’re just here to see things are done fairly. No sneaking around or such, straight up as a man, like my dad always says,” replied the boy who looked like the youngest one by far.

Not a hair on his chin that shows an inclination towards manhood just yet, thought Liam with genuine concern. He drew himself up to his full height and found himself looking directly into the bit-munching mouth of the leader’s horse. He looked past the horse’s less that flattering face to lock eyes with the bright eyed youngster. “Do you truly believe me to have cheated you, young man, or do you feel slighted in your pride? There is no cheating in a game between honorable men. Such a notion is ludicrous.”

“Then I guess you have no honor, stranger,” spat the leader at Liam in an annoyed voice.

With two great strides Liam stood beside the young man and caught his shirt in a massive hand before dragging him from his saddle. He did not drop him, however, instead standing him up in front of him with one hand before bending down slightly to be on the young man’s eye level. “Should you choose to insult me again, young man, you will find that my patience has an abrupt limit in regards to what I am willing to deal with at this particular point in time. I have no quarrel with you at this point. I would implore you and your friends, however, to go back home and grow stronger and wiser over time. Come find me in ten years or so, then we will talk about what really happened. For now, run along. I will not ask you again.”

Flustered for a moment, the youngster stepped back, caught his heel on a stone and almost fell to the ground were it not that his outstretched hand was grabbed firmly by Liam who stood him upright again and motioned to the horse with his head. Liam then turned and walked to his own horse, which he then saddled and mounted. He glanced over to the trio of what he then decided to be boys. “Ten years, boys. I’ll see you in ten years.” And with that, he dug his heels and his horse trotted off.

He would reach Luxa by midday, at the latest, make his way to the Blood Price and offer his services. Today would be a good day.

*********​

The sun had risen well into the sky by the time Liam reached the great doors of the guild’s hall. Massive as they were, they opened soundlessly, leaving Liam to marvel at the craftsmanship that must have gone into the creation of this masterpiece. He stalked into the halls, openly marveling at the sights before him, feeling a sense of elation as he realized how much he could learn here. He saw a large desk, in front of which a young lady was seemingly just done speaking with an elderly man. Liam decided that that was probably where one could get information and walked over to the desk, taking in its delicate design with relish. A subtle hand had worked over these materials with care and dedication.

As he reached the desk, Liam knelt down and inspected one of the desk’s legs, running a finger over the length of its, taking in the soft lines before finally hearing it. The polite clearing of the throat a little above his head.

He stood up straight and for the first time in a long time, felt his calm crack, slightly. The man before him, while elderly, had seemed unusually large from a distance. Now, up close, Liam felt a little intimidated by the presence of this man.

“Ehm… My name is Liam Carlin Ravus, of the house of Ravus… farmers. I have no house. I have come for some information on the woodwork. And adventuring…” he said lamely. The face in front of him broke into what almost seemed an encouraging smile and Liam calmed himself. “I apologize. I do not know what happened. I have traveled to join your ranks of adventurers as one of your own. I am, however, also quite curious as to the name of whoever designed these works, and especially the craftsman who made this desk. I wonder, could you help me with either of these matters?

 

[KaleYeah]

The minotaur roared as the edge of its club connected with Grace sending her to the ground. It did not have much time to celebrate as Grace’s earth golem was quickly summoned and connected a right cross to the minotaur’s face sending it falling. It stopped its fall against the wall of the labyrinth. Seeing red, the monster stood erect and grappled the golem, locking its arms to prevent an immediate attack. A battle of strength occurred for the next few moments before ultimately the minotaur won out, shoving the golem backwards and toward Grace and Peri.

At that moment, the minotaur turned its head toward the direction of Peri’s whistle, a dart landing square between its eyes. It moaned before swiping the nuisance to the ground. It had no instant effect aside from angering the beast further.

With its club raised, it sent a swipe towards the golem with Peri and Grace behind it in hopes to hit all three in one swoop.

The crystal tree still stood glowing behind the minotaur, it only needed to be touched for the group’s escape.

Attack: 12
Defense: 8

Two months earlier, Luxa​

The man calling himself Liam stepped through the gold ornate doors, the same ones hundreds of other adventures had before him. And his first inquiry was of the woodworking.

The Broker gave a broad smile. “Calm down, lad. No need to rush these things,” he said to ease Liam’s mind. “As for who designed these works,” a reminiscent pause. “I would have to say my friends and myself.” The Broker’s hand resided behind his back but if one could see them, the markings and scars would tell of a story simply more than age.

“Jean designed our bar and quarters, inspired by her travels and desire to create a home.” The Broker gestured to his right. Reuno stood behind long wooden bar and beneath the floating crystals that created light for the room. “Fae decided that our doors should always remain open for any and all. She truly had a large heart.” A fond smile crossed his lips. “But all the woodwork was done by Daerlon, and myself to an extent. Daerlon was quite wonderful with his hands.” The Broker smoothed his hand over the fine grain of his desk.

“As for your desire to join the Blood Price, we have been expecting you for quite some time, Liam Carlin Ravus.” The Broker reached behind the desk and rested a small, fine wooden box on the table. “This was left here for you by your mother. I was asked to give this to you the day you walked through those doors.” He softly pushed the box from his side of the desk to Liam’s.

“Welcome to the Blood Price. If you’ll go to the bar, Runo will make you a celebratory drink, Winter’s Night, would be my recommendation.” The Broker extended his arm and bowed.

If Liam opened the box, inside he would find a simple golden pendant with a blue gem on a gold chain. When the gem was touched, the pendant would open and reveal a painted portrait of a family: a man standing behind a woman holding a small child, all appearing happy and content.

The steps of another person approached the desk behind Liam’s departure.

Amira reached the Broker’s desk just as Liam was leaving. The Broker beamed his charming smile and engaged her. “Yes, you have reached the right place, Ms. Ren. Though we do have some qualms with stealing, especially from those in Luxa.” From behind the Broker, a man, the same one that bumped into Ava and knocking her into the Blood Price, placed a sack of coins into his hand, the same coin purse belonging to Ava. “Thank you, Barnes. I will see that these are returned to their rightful owners.” Again, a beaming smile.

“We have been keeping a keen eye on you Ava’ramira, ever since you’ve been in contact with Yuri, actually. With your talent, it is no mystery as to why she talks so highly of you.” The Broker placed the coin purse behind the desk. “With her recommendation, you are more than welcome within our ranks.” He gestured to the bar and bowed. “Seeing as you are without coin, this drink will be on the house. Be sure to order the Nightingale, Ms. Ren.

Welcome to the Blood Price.”

As the young rogue left the desk, the Broker returned to his duties and assignment, a smile never leaving his face.

Given the time of day, it was not odd to see a handful of people in the inn-like room. Some were gathered in groups at tables, others alone at one end of the bar or another. There was a clear path to the bar from the Broker’s desk that passed beneath the large floating crystal being orbited by smaller colorful crystals.

At the bar, Reuno, a large man, even larger than Liam, was polishing a bottle as he neared. “Wha’ you ‘avin’?” he asked gruffly. When Liam replied, he turned to face the approaching customer, Ava, took her order, and rummaged for ingredients to make their drinks.

He returned and forcefully set their respective drinks before them though he did not spill a single drop. “Nightin’ale and Win’er’s Night. Two of the mos’ complica’ed drinks there is.” With that Reuno moved to another end of the bar away from any customers.

Nightingale was a black drink with bands of purple. It was served in a small glass designed for a single shot consumption. When brought to the nose, it smelled faintly of blackberries. The drink would burn strongly at first but finish sweet, the taste of berries resting on the tongue. It was an old drink commonly used by soldiers and spies before a covert night mission. The burning would aliven the drinker and the sweetness was a symbolic gesture of the safety of home.

Before Liam, Reuno set down two glasses of an ice blue, almost clear drink that tasted strongly of mint. As the drink rests, it slowly turns into ice and when the drink moves, returns back to a liquid state. A drink originating from Torn, Winter’s Night is traditionally served in two glasses as it is a drink of memorial. One is for the drinker, the other signifies a drink for those lost to us. In Torn, many of those would be lost at sea, never known to be alive or dead. The second glass is never touched as it is a symbol that those lost may some day return.

With their drinks before them, the two newcomers await the approach of the associate that would lead them into the world of the Blood Price.

GM Note

Grace and Peri can finish up the labyrinth with another attack each and end their post with the touching of the tree. No need to kill the minotaur, as Peri pointed out. Think of a creative way to maneuver passed the monster and you're home free.

Ava and Liam have been introduced and given their drinks. With a post from each of you I will introduce your handler and we will have to speed through some of the other stuff to get you both to Ondora in time to sync up with Grace and Peri. I'm trying to plan it out so everyone can post in their respective storyline and end up at the same point in time.

Glad to have you both on board and glad to see the conclusion of the first major arc!

 

[Kwillz]

There was that brief second hope; that moment where it seemed as if she was actually going to accomplish something. But of course, it was not meant to be. Any pontential feeling of triumphant was wiped away the second after the Minotaur shook off blow. It was only angrier now, and quiet frankly, Peri was not too optimistic about their chances.

Peri gulped, knowing there was not much time before the beast would come for them once more. "Alright kid- uh, new game plan." She said, glancing over her shoulder at Grace. "How about-- since it doesn't look like we have the man-power to kill this guy any time soon-- we just make a break for the tree and hope you rock thing can give us enough cover. We're both small enough to squeeze past that thing... right?" She finished just as she saw the club coming at them. "Looks like now's the time to find that out: Go!"

It was at this point that Peri realized how big the club really was; it was huge, though it did make sense given the size of the Minotaur itself. She was lucky the first time she dodged it, and found that all that luck has already run out for the second blow. The hit connected against her side and the large swing sent her to the ground several feet away. After some coughing and letting the feeling of pain wash over, she got up as quickly and faced the monster.

If the Minotaur was still occupied with the earth elemental, she could find the right opportunity to rush by and get to the tree. She unsheathed her shortsword, something she was not used to doing often. Though she would carry it along with her, she was never very skilled with it. But she figured it might be used to help slash away the beast if he tried coming at her while she would run past.

When the opportunity of an opening presented itself, Peri rushed in. But the beast was too big to run by without trouble, and just as she was about to make it around, it noticed her.

Quickly, she tried to swing at it to give her one last opening, but seemingly almost without effort it hit the weapon out of her hands. Immediately it went to swing down at her again. Right before the club came down, Peri made a few quick gestures with her fingers and a trace a green flickered. The impact of the club hitting the ground sent a cloud of dust flying. Once it disappated, Peri was seen staggering back, but the recovered and stood preparing to strike again. When the Minotaur went to attack her again, she faded into faint green smoke. It was one of the bard's illusions; the real Peri had escaped between the massive legs of the beast during the whole ordeal and was now sprinting towards the tree.

With that, the bard made it to the base of the crystal tree and placed a hand on its trunk. She smirked back at the monster and couldn't help but also throw a crude hand gesture back in the direction of the Minotaur, out of both spite and triumph. "How's that you pile of bull-shit?"

 

[Terrabreak]

“Hmm so much for that”. said the young mage who was standing behind both her summon and Peri. The bard’s sleeping dart provided no result and it looked like the beast was even angrier now. Grace listened carefully to Peri’s plan and agreed with her; the Minotaur was too strong and even her fireball shot spell would most likely only make him flinch. Suddenly the creature attacked once again and the elementalist had the bad idea of hiding behind her summon, just like in the forest days ago but sadly for her this time it didn’t work as she had planned. The attack easily shattered the left arm of the golem causing all the rock fragments to fly towards Grace. She didn’t even have time to react before the rocks reached her; the smaller ones hit her all over the front while the three of more considerable size aimed for her shoulder, her stomach and her left hand. Grace was left breathless because of the pain as the summon accepted its orders and began to fight with the Minotaur.

The small girl’s pain didn’t go away but she was able to regain control and once again stand up, adrenaline rushing through her body at maximum speed. She saw how the one handed golem was no match for its opponent and how easily it was pushed away as Peri began her mad rush towards the tree, gaining the beast attention.

“It’s now or never, let’s go!”. Thought Grace as she began to run as fast as her injuries let her while preparing her next spell. As she dashed through the room the young mage was able to see Peri’s illusion magic against her enemy. She was able to recognize the bard’s fake images but still had to praise that someone not adept in magic like Peri was able to use something like that in the middle of battle. Once the bard left the creature behind Grace knew it was her time to act. The golem once again began moving, placing its only arm in front of itself before charging towards their opponent.

Casting while moving consumed way more mana than doing it normally but the fact that she didn’t waste any in fire spells and such meant that she had just enough to pull it off. A white glow covered Grace’s weapon as she approached the tree, one that disappeared the moment she uttered the words “‘Photon!’ “. A small orb of light appeared in front of the beast but before it could react it was hit by the golem’s charging attack. It did little damage and second later the summon broke apart into little rocks but it had fulfilled its purpose; It keep the Minotaur’s eyes towards the orb. The spell finally detonated into a big flash of light, blinding anyone who had been observing it. The beast roared as it covered its eyes, dropping the massive club in the process meanwhile Grace was easily able to run past it towards the tree. She placed a hand and smiled while watching the creature thrash around trying to figure out what was going on. While trying to catch her breath and right before teleporting away she said “…A pun? Really?”

 

[Ashes to Ashes]

As Liam walked to the bar to order his drink, the young man felt a sense of elation. In his hand he felt the wooden box and fiddled with the lid almost absentmindedly. “This was left here for you by your mother,” was what the Broker had told him. “I was asked to give this to you the day you walked through those doors.”

Not only had the Broker held on to something so small for what may well have been years, the elderly man had spoken to him as though he had known him all his life. Perhaps, in a way, the Broker had known him all his life, or at least known about him. His feet dragged ever so slightly as the warrior pondered what all of this meant until deciding to move it from his mind.

Winter’s Night, that’s what the Broker had recommended, and that is what Liam would get. As he ordered the drink at the bar and paid the coin required, he took a closer look at the box. It was made from bloodwood, its dark red hue giving it away easily to his trained eye. In all his years of fiddling with woodwork he had yet to come across the elegant simplicity of that little box. The lid fit along the edges seamlessly, safe for a small indent in the lower half, which allowed him to open the box. Inside, he saw a golden pendant, beautified by a pale blue gem around which was coiled a tasteful golden necklace. He removed it from the box, held it in his palm for a moment when Reuno, the bartender, jolted him from his reverie with two glasses of a practically clear drink.

Liam wanted to ask why there were two drinks as he was clearly alone, but caught the bartender’s eye, who gave him a nod along with a hard look that made the meaning of the drinks painfully obvious. Liam slipped the necklace around the second glass and raised his own, holding it perfectly still until the drink settled into cold ice once more. As he took his first sip and felt the cool liquid soothingly slide down his throat, the hair on the back of his neck stood erect and a chill went over his spine. He placed the drink back down, and slid one finger over the pendant, gently touching the gem at its center, causing it to soundlessly open. His heart froze.

There, smiling up at him was a portrait of a man of dark hair, like his own and a woman, hair as flax holding a small child with the most loving of smiles worked into her features with great artistry. He bent down, squinting hard the picture as if trying to divine some hidden meaning from what he thought was his mother and father looking at up at him lovingly. Then he realized, the Broker had held on to this because his mother had asked him to. Not only that, but she had known that he would come there, searching for them, and she had also know that they would not be there to receive him.

Nobody seemed to know where they might be and, though it was nary a year past that Liam had learnt their names, he had felt a certain kinship grow between himself and the stories his aunt and uncle had told him before his departure from their home… his home. Now he had seen their faces, and he felt more determined than ever to seek the two out and either toast to their memories, or toast with them in person.

With a quick flick of his wrist, the necklace found its way around his own neck and was gently inserted into his clothing where it would be safe. Liam raised his glass once more, ignoring the urge to take back out the pendant and look at the picture inside of it again. Then he drained his glass, setting it next to the still full and seemingly frozen drink in front of him and stared at the two glasses. “One way or another, I will find you, mother… father. This is just the first step on my journey. I expect it will take me far and wide, as it did the two of you. I may even walk the same paths as you did, years before me.” The smile on his face was warm and caring as he looked up from the two glasses. “I look forward to the journey.”

 

[Moolock]

Ava'ramira Ren
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Ava whirled around as she heard the faint sound of coins jingling, then watched as one of the men from earlier handed off her best catch of the month to this Booker with a silent gasp of surprise. Quickly, she suppressed a flash of anger before her hands would have gone to snatch her money back. The guy from earlier wasn't going to miss it anyway! "D-gah hey! Some of that's-" she looked up at the towering armored figure that had re-stolen her purse and her voice died in a little squeak. She instead folded her arms under her poncho, the anger quickly evaporating as he mentioned Yuri. The same Yuri, her mentor Yuri who had warned her never to set foot here? Was... scouting her for the Blood Price? Dumbfounded, the woman simply stood there for almost a minute, just blinking up at Booker with her mouth forming a little 'o'. It broke into a smile and she nodded, running this over in her head as her fingers tapped her belt. "Righty! Thank you, thank you sir! And- well, I haven't seen Yuri in a while so if Madame stops by, let'er know? Or tell her I miss'er and I wanna see her soon! Thank you sir, will do!"

With that and the order "Nightingale" running through her head, Ava scooted off toward the bar, weaving through the crowd of people with her usual swiftness. Upon coming to the counter, she found Liam and the bartender who seemed to already know she was coming. Ava muttered out her order, unnerved by the large man, and accepted her drink with a small nod as she slid onto a stool- with a bit of a hop, due to her relatively stumpy height. Immediately, the smell of blackberries brought her back to her days on the road foraging among the forests. She took the tiny glass gingerly as if handling it too hard would break it, and tipped back to down it. The warmth filled her, as well as the overbearingly hot sensation at the back of her throat, but it petered out to a relaxing sweetness that reminded her of the thickets of home. Gods, Ava smirked as she tried to remember the last time she waded through the thorn patches to get berries in the summer. Good times. No city air or dense crowds.

Recovering from the feeling that her throat had surely been on fire, Ava glanced down to Liam, raising a brow at the stranger hunched over the box, then muttering to himself as he drank half of what he was given- she knew not his order and certainly not the tradition behind it. She sighed and turned back to face forward, folding her arms over each other before slouching against the counter. Slowly, Ava peeled off one of her gloves to look over her slender fingers, more closely at the ring that adorned one. A simple silver band with an inscription on it in another tongue she did not know, but had heard the translation of many times. Yuri, her master in the craft of theft, had one made of gold. Together they read: "It is not the fall that kills a man, it is the landing." The lesson was old and well-learned for Ava. Take calculated risks, know what lays ahead- or in this case downward. Land right, get away. In rogue terms that could be applied both literally and figuratively. Ava tried not to think of it in the literal sense too often.

The idea of Yuri being involved annoyed her further as she stared intently at her empty glass, running a finger round and around over the lip of it. Part of her was glad, of course, that her long-time-friend had scouted her for the prestigious Blood Price but that meant many truths were now lies. A flash of bitterness swept through her. If Yuri had ties like the recruiter of the Blood Price, what were they doing hiding out in a condemned building? What was Ava doing stealing from people to not starve? What were the magics Yuri taught her really for if not simple deception? To kill great beasts and save lives? Ava was no hero, not by a long shot. And she would have to leave people behind, her comrades in black, partners in crime who would surely be arrested for coming near the great red doors. Or would Yuri send them here as well?

Ava considered ordering another of this blackberry drink to wash away the thought, then realized thanks to Booker, she was freshly broke. Fun times ahead, hopefully. It would take a lot to settle her down into this new life.

 

[KaleYeah]

Two months ago; Luxa


Reuno was polishing a bottle absent mindedly when a hooded figure descended the stairs adjacent to the bar. A scrawny hand removed the cowl hiding his face revealing a hollow cheeked man with spindly brown hair. “Hello, Reuno,” the sickly man said in greeting. “The usual if you will, please.” Reuno happily obliged, nodding and swiftly preparing a kettle of hot water. The man mindlessly strummed the bar until Reuno came back with a steaming mug, a Hot Todrick, hot tea mixed with a blend of herbs and spices and spiked with magic infused whiskey to promote health recovery. “Thank you, Reuno,” he said bringing the drink to his lips with a smile. Reuno nodded and cocked his head to the side indicating the new initiates further down the bar. The man with hollowed cheeks nodded, wrapped his hands around the mug and approached the two working their own drinks.

“You two must be our new initiates. I am Co-,” he was interrupted by a deep, and heavy cough. “Excuse me. I am Courn, your guide for the initiation. I was informed that you both were accepted through recommendation. Good for you. We need more strong recruits.” The man known as Courn brought his mug to his lips again and took a deep pull.

Upon closer inspection, his large cloak hid his near skeletal figure, a baggy shirt and trousers appearing to wear the man instead. The belt holding his trousers was accompanied by a trio of small satchels and a slew of daggers. In all, he looked unintimidating, sickly, and physically inept.

Courn set down his empty mug on the bar and began moving towards the exit. “Come. We must leave at once if we are to reach Ondora in time.”

A waving hand from the Broker signaled their departure from the Blood Price as the group moved down the steps into the streets of Luxa. “I hope you all said your farewells as we will not be back for some time. What were--”, another set of deep coughs. “Excuse me. What were your names again? Ah, yes. You are Yuri’s disciple, no? We have a complicated past, Yuri and I.” Courn rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Is her favorite dish still roasted fowl?” The noise of the crowd made a conversation difficult but Courn had a set of sensitive ears.

“And you are the son of previous adventurers? Unfortunately, I do not know of them as they were before my time. I’m sure Willet would know something, she has been around far longer than I.” Courn suddenly flinched at the slight mention of Willet’s age, as if she overheard and inflicted pain from wherever she was in the world.

The conversation turned from the initiates to himself as they winded through the streets to the gates of Luxa. “Again, my name is Courn.” Another set of coughs. “As you can probably see, I am not the most physically impressive person.” Courn gave Liam a side-eyed glance. “No, I suppose I have a skill set similar to our deft handed friend. As I’ve said, Yuri and I have a complicated past. Where she was working the streets, I had more,” a gentle pause, “regal aspirations.”

The group weaved their way through the throng as they passed the castle of the High King of Luxa, one of the Three Pillars. Two guards stood on both sides of the castle gates that led to the impressive structure it guarded. Four guard towers cornered the keep protected by three sets of castle walls. Just from the street, twenty guards could be seen patrolling the perimeter of the blue structure designed to protect the monarch and all his belongings.

Courn continued without pause as the city gates neared. “Luckily for me, the Broker is well connected and saved me from a public execution, but not before they locked me in the dungeons for some time. I can thank them for this cough that you’ve noticed. Still, I owe my life to the Broker and the Blood Price. I hope you both can say the same some day.”

The trio passed the gates of Luxa and Courn guided them to the side of the entrance, out of the way of those entering and exiting the capital city. “Now, your goal is simple: reach the city of Ondora. Since you both have been initiated on special recommendation, you simply have to reach Ondora in two months. No need to face the minotaur like the rest of us.” A reminiscent smile appeared on Courn’s face as he began stretching, touching his toes, reaching high in the air, and cracking his back. “It is my job,” he said cracking his neck with the heel of his hand, “to stop you. I trust you both will make this interesting.”

Courn clapped his hands and started sprinting into the trees surrounding the city. With the exception of those capable of teleporting, Courn, despite his appearance, was the fastest in the Blood Price, bar none. He moved almost in a blur and disappeared amongst the foliage, leaving the two new recruits with, what he imagined, a look of surprise.

The journey for the two would sound simple enough, except that Courn would be watching and attacking. Capable of erasing his presence, a master of disguise, with the ability to blend with the crowd, a reservoir of stamina, and a tenacious ability to see his goals to the end, Courn was the best at espionage, reconnaissance, spying, and creating indirect confusion with a range of abilities, primarily traps and distanced attacks.

Courn would start by creating separation and laying traps on the road ahead. At first, they would be able to leave the immediate proximity of Luxa safely but soon, a dagger would fly from their blind spot, a non-lethal attack but a psychological one. This would continue without warning and at any moment of relaxation. They would surely be on guard, but there is always a moment’s lapse, especially over long periods of time.

All established campsites along the road would be trapped. On one of the early nights, and a favorite of Courn’s, was to set an exploding trap in the firepit. Once the fire was hot enough, the pit would explode and set the site ablaze. Courn would watch and laugh silently from his hiding place a distance.

Nights would not be easy. Courn would attack those on watch and attack those sleeping. Not always a dagger, but sometimes a hefty rock or sharpened stick would do the trick. The point was the drain their stamina and to test their will.

Courn was not a monster however, he would allow them to hunt and drink, but some nights their food would go missing or their water tainted. How he did it would be a mystery but his presence would always be felt at every nuisance or inconvenience.

The sickly, though shifty man, would ensure no town on the way was a safe haven either. As soon as either would step foot into town, they would be mobbed and chased out. Curses and produce would be thrown at them until the two were well out of sight and still Courn would persist his psychological onslaught.

If the two thought two months would be easy, Courn would make them wish they had two years. He would create a feeling of paranoia. All shadows would be Courn. All faces would be Courn. Every noise, every smell, even things not thought possible would be Courn. He was everything and everywhere but never in sight.

By the end, sitting in the stone circle leading into Ondora, would be Courn, a cheery smile on his face. The two would be hurting in ways only relatable to them but they would be stronger mentally with an awareness and sixth sense beyond the normal man. It would be torture but they would enter Ondora adventurers. That is, if they made it at all. Two months and not a day more.


Present day; Ondora.


The minotaur’s attack connected with the three entities before it and a primal sense of satisfaction sent a rush of blood through the beast. As the minotaur brought its club down on the illusion, causing a flurry of stones to rise as it connected with the floor, it let out a feral yell, turning to face the girl running beyond it. It was then blindsided by the golem that returned to the earth with the collision. Suddenly, a burst of light exploded before the minotaur’s eyes. The burst of white light caused it to cover its eyes in reflex and dropping the club it called a weapon.

It roared once more, a sense of finality in its voice. With the two now behind it and at the tree, the minotaur faced defeat once again and would have to resume its mindless defense of the labyrinth.

With Peri’s hand on the root of the tree, it began to glow blood red. It then surged from the roots of the tree upward toward the surface. Above ground, inside the Ixum, the red surge travelled up from the base to the branches, until it concentrated at one point on a particular branch. At that point, the blood red surge of energy began to sprout a crystal like bud until a fully formed crystal needle emerged.

Everyone in the atrium stood still and watched as the crystal tree went through its exciting phenomenon. If the exposed roots of the crystal tree was touched, it would absorb the energy of the person and create a unique crystal needle imprinted to the individual. With a combination of magic, these crystals could be used to bind oaths to specific people but it was primarily a symbol of an adventurer.

The standing crowd of mages cheered as a second surge flowed through the tree and created another red needle on another part of the tree. A group began to form at the base when Peri and Grace emerged from their teleportation to the roar of cheer and applause. The hundreds of people in the Ixum took a moment to congratulate the new adventurers save Willet who watched from afar with a subtle smile.

Two people in blue swarmed to Peri and Grace as they surrounded the two with their healing aura. The cuts, scrapes, and bruises began to rapidly vanish, the only evidence of their injuries were dirty and dried blood. Throughout this process the cheers did not stop and the crowd grew larger around the base to grab a glimpse at the two. Many were impressed that a mage so small would be able to do it, others were excited to see a bard after so many years without.

From the back, the crowd began to split and part for the High Mage, Willena. Short in stature, even smaller than Grace, the High Mage carried herself tall with a presence that exuberated wisdom. She held herself with a small wooden staff with a knot at the end and a black witch’s attire similar to Willet, her grey-gold locks braided and wrapped around her shoulders like a scarf. The crowd grew silent as Willena approached Peri and Grace. There was a moment of tension as the High Mage stood before the two, looking up at them in thought. She raised her staff and rapped Peri and Grace on the forehead with the knot.

“O-hohoho fine stock, fine stock indeed,” Willena said with a smile. The crowd broke the silence with talk and laughter at the High Mage’s approval. “Come, children, let us collect your reward.”

Willena turned and began to move beneath the first red crystal needle when Willem approached Peri and Grace from the side.

“Congratulations, you two. I knew you could do it,” he said with a smile. “I hope the minotaur did not prove too much trouble. He can be quite grouchy that one. You weren’t given a formal introduction but that is the High Mage Willena, my mother. It appears she likes you two given the bumps on your foreheads.” Willem chuckled as they rounded the tree, taking their place beneath Peri’s crystal. The crowd had mostly dispersed and returned to their regular activities, the only members of the current collection were Peri, Grace, Willem, and the High Mage and her assistant.

“Hold your hands out, child,” Willena said to Peri. The High Mage rose her staff aimed at the red needle above. With a flick, the needle was plucked from the branch and gently landed into Peri’s open hands. A new clear crystal began to emerge on the branch and replace the red crystal that was in Peri’s possession. Willena nodded and began the march to the other needle.

“She undermines the importance of the crystal in your hands. She has done this so many times I guess she forgets about its significance,” Willem said in embarrassment. “The red needle is concentration of your unique magical signature that filtered through the crystal tree and was given a physical manifestation. There are many things you can do with the crystal and us mages are still researching its unique properties. Specialists in Core even have magical tools using the crystal as a source. Primarily it is a symbol of your status so hold on tight to it.”

The party stopped beneath Grace’s needle, the High Mage calling for Grace’s extended hands. “Your hands, child.” Willena, with practiced ease, plucked the needle from the tree, the red crystal floating into Grace’s hands. The newly plucked crystal was then replaced with a clear one at the top of the branch.

“Come, children,” The High Mage said waving her staff before her, creating a portal. She walked through it then followed by her assistant. Willem gave a reassuring smile and gestured Peri and Grace to venture forth.

As they stepped through, Peri and Grace entered what appeared to be the High Mage’s personal chambers. It was a decorated office at the top of one of the towers, the windows revealing the Ondora treelines and blue sky. The walls were lined with scrolls and artifacts, book cases filled and spilling over onto the ground. The room was disordered but not cluttered as it were. Willena took her place at the head of a table meant for conversation as she motioned for Peri and Grace to take a seat.

“My daughter tells me you both show great promise. It must be so if you made the journey from Luxa to Ondora with her as a guide,” Willena said casually. A look around the room showed that the High Mage, her assistant, Peri and Grace were the only ones in the room, Willem opting to resume some of his duties. “She has always been a difficult child, but she does have her moments. Here.” She extended her hand to take a book her assistant was giving her. “This is for you, little mage. It is a spell book of my own collection. I think you will find it very informative at cultivating your talents.”

The leather bound book had blue script over the cover. It was not in common script and written in some form of mage hand. “Given time I’m sure you will be able to make masterful use of it.” Once opened, though it was not in a common hand, the Grace would be able to understand its contents. Designed for those with affinity, the spell book was an instruction of water based elemental magic. To control and manipulate water, how to channel and use it, the book was an excellent resource for the blooming elementalist.

“As for our performer, we have this.” The assistant placed a violin before Peri, though it was slightly larger than the standard version. The instrument had a faint blue hue to the wood and sported white strings. The bow was a thin blade, rapier-like though shorter and finer. The metal matched the blue glow of the violin. “This is Balor’s Violin, a great bard from long ago. The strings never need replacement and it never needs cleaning. The bow is uniquely a weapon and instrument as well. Go on, I can see you wanting a taste.” Willena gestured for Peri to sample the instrument’s flavor.

The notes that followed were as clean and rich as any before. The music caused the skin to prickle and hair to rise. It was truly a beautiful, one-of-a-kind sound.

“Just don’t lose this sword like the last one,” Willena said jokingly.

The High Mage settled into her seat as her assistant provided tea for the group. “Now, I’ve done this many times before but I’m growing forgetful in my advanced age. What questions do you have for me now that we can call you both adventurers?”



Present day; Outside Ondora


Courn sat in the middle of the entrance circle to Ondora, legs crossed as he waited for the approaching pair of recommended initiates. He coughed heavily again as the sun warmed his pale face. From the distance, he could make out the two figures walking towards him to be Ava and Liam. Even from where he was seated, he could see the fatigue and exhaustion over their bodies and mind from the two months of torture he inflicted. It brought a smile to his face. He stood as they neared, applauding their grand effort.

“Welcome to Ondora.”

GM Note

Woo! Peri and Grace are now adventurer's with their crystal needles! You both also get a power-up with a new instrument/weapon for Peri and Grace's further elemental knowledge with the control of water. Thanks for sticking around you two! Do your posts as usual ending with the High Mage and your questions, if any.
Ava and Liam will have to journey to Ondora under the "guide" of Courn. It is up to you on how you want Courn to attack you but I gave a taste at what he would do. End your posts with two months of travel and meeting Courn.[/fieldet]

 

[Kwillz]

Peri watched the glow of energy shoot upwards out of view, all in a brief moment of awe.

When Grace joined her at the tree, she gave her young teammate a quick thumbs up and a grin. At Grace's comment on her other remark to the Minotaur, Peri couldn't help but smirk and chuckle a little. "Hey, when the opportunity presents itself, you don't go wasting the opportunity," She said, giving the mage one of her signature winks just as the two were teleported back above to the Ixum.

The sudden coming into a round of applause and praise almost caused the bard to jump in surprise. She turned to see the wave of people clapping and cheering. "Wow, now that's an audience I was not expecting..." She commented out loud. It was at that moment that Lionel came out of his place of hiding in her bag, looking out to all of the mages before them. He already began relishing in it, and Peri rolled her eyes at him, "What exactly did you do again? Besides hide away for everything?" She said to him. Not knowing exactly what to do, she gave a slight bow and wave to them before a couple healers came by to treat them. She wasn't in critical condition and was still fit enough to move before, but the treatment was still very much appreciated.

The bard eyed the crowd as it began to split, not knowing what was coming up, mainly because it ended up being a woman who was so short as well as old. As the old woman with the staff approached them for one of the first times in Peri's life she looked down at the woman, who stared back for an anxious moment of silence. Peri had quickly glanced at Grace in confusion before the woman's staff tapped her forehead and caused her to blink down at the old woman.

"Oh, uh... thank you?" She responded even more confused. She didn't realize who this truly was until Willem came and introduced her. "You mother? So she's the...?" Peri couldn't help but feel somewhat conflicted. She just didn't expect the most powerful mage currently alive to be so...small. Smaller than even herself and Grace. But she supposed height was never a real necessity for a mage the way is would be for someone like a knight or warrior...

She followed the High Mage and did as she was told, holding out her hands, curiously looking up at the red crystal that then came down and landed in her hands. She inspected it as Willem explained the significance to her. Her own magical signature... The sign of finally becoming an adventurer, all in this crystal... After studying the crystal for enough she handed it to Lionel, who tucked it away in a safe place in her bag.

After the two had gotten their crystals Peri proceeded to follow the High Mage through the portal, giving one last nod of gratitude to Willem before entering into the High Mage's quarters on the other side. She took a seat at the table, Lionel sitting down quietly on the table in front of her.

She was surprised to hear that Willet of all people said something positive about them, let alone say she saw 'great promise' in them. "'Difficult' is certainly a word I'd use... Though perhaps if I were to put it lightly, that is. No offense to you, milady." She couldn't help but slip out. She glanced around, anxious if the witch was possibly able somehow to hear them.

Peri didn't expect the High Mage to give them any sort of gifts either, and watched as Grace was given a tome. Peri couldn't read what was on it from where she was, so she figured it was for mages, written in their script.

When the violin was set before her Peri looked down at the instrument, admiring it. It was beautifully crafted and obviously magical. But even in her second of admiration there was what was possible a flash of hesitation. For those who don't know, the first instrument that Peri had ever picked up and played was, in fact, the violin. It was a tradition for every bard in her family, stemming back generations to the stories of the first bard in the family line, where tales say it was a special song and a violin that gave her family its name. Arguably, it was also the instrument she excelled the most at. But for reasons she never speaks of, when she left her "home", she left her old violin behind as well, taking her other instruments instead. She still played whenever she was given the chance, but there was something that stopped her from carrying around her own for some time. But she couldn't turn this one down; this was a gift from the High Mage of Ondora herself.

"Baylor? As in the actual paraded-around-with-a-group-of-Darklands-beasts Baylor? This is the violin from all those stories?" She said, recognizing the name from her mental library of names and stories, "His were some of the first songs I'd ever learned. Though I won't lie, some of his later movements kind of... lacked movement, for lack of a better phrase..."

After listening to what the High Mage had to say, she put her hand on it a gently ran it along the wood, then the strings. When she was allowed to try it, she took the bow and weighed it in her hand for a moment, twirled it around a bit, then went and studied the blade, already smiling. She had heard of the bards of old who had weapons fused with their instruments, but this was even cooler than she had expected. Finally she took the violin itself in her other hand and set it on her shoulder with her chin on top of it. Despite its larger size, it was still a similar weight to a usual violin, if not lighter even.

"Forgive if I'm a little out of practice, it's been quite a while." Peri said in a more modest tone. She proved immediately that she was just being modest as she drew the bow to the violin and let her fingers dance along the neck of the instrument as the bow moved back and forth. She played just a few bars of a song; it sounded more appropriate for an orchestra or concert hall rather than a crowded tavern. Though she was raised in a traveling troupe, folk songs weren't all she learned. As she played the faint blue glow began to grow a bit before dying back down shortly after she stopped. Lionel clapped lightly, both impressed and excited.

The bard couldn't but smile at the sound it produced and how truly beautiful it was. "Thank you, milady. I'll try and make sure it gets put to good use." She rubbed the back of her neck in slight embarassment when Willena brought up the sword she had now left behind, "Heh, it caused me nothing but trouble anyway."

Peri paused when they were offered the opportunity to ask questions, this time with the High Mage to answer instead. She put a hand on her chin in thought for moment before looking to Willena. "Well, besides from asking what would come next for us... there was one thing I found myself curious about. I don't really have the magical knowledge to ask you anything related to the matter like others would, but I have been wondering about Ondora and the city itself, actually. Finally being able to come into the city just made me curious as to exactly why Ondora is so hidden and closed off in the first place? We've had this age of peace and there's been no real threat to Avarice in years. It's come to the point where this city has become more legend than fact to the outside purely because it's so secluded. So... is there some reason?"

 

[Ashes to Ashes]

As he was sipping his drink quietly, another man walked in who introduced himself as Courn. Liam looked at the girl next to him, introduced as Ava and listened to the explanation on what they were meant to do.

“And you are the son of previous adventurers? Unfortunately, I do not know of them as they were before my time. I’m sure Willet would know something, she has been around far longer than I,” said Courn.

“I am their son, but I do not know anything about them either. The Broker did seem to know something about them and who is this Willet?” replied Liam.

“Willet is one of the other guides. At this moment, she is helping other initiates. You would do well to ask her a question or two, though I feel it is fair to warn you, she may not be overly forthcoming.”

As they spoke, Liam looked over the two he was walking with. Courn seemed to be a rather slight man, not at all intimidating or even that impressive as a warrior, but Liam had an unpleasant feeling that this man was not one to be trifled with so easily. He had heard stories of those who held positions of power within the Blood Price and none of those individuals came into such positions without the necessary skills and experience. No doubt this man would surprise them both before the trip was completed.

The other, Ava, who was easily keeping pace with them despite their longer strides, was a bit of a mystery to the young fighter. He easily noticed how light her gait was and the deftness of her movements that seemed to come so naturally to her. She was, without a doubt, one of the more agile people the young warrior had ever met. He was curious to see how she would fare outside of the city walls.

As suddenly as they had started the journey, they had arrived at the gates. With a few final words, Courn stretched, smiled and took off at a speed that took Liam completely by surprise. The dash was hard to follow and the slim frame of the cloaked man disappeared quickly, leaving the two at the gate with only a bit of dust floating in the wind, kicked up by the now long gone Courn.

“Well, we may as well be off. Let’s try and make good time in getting to Ondora. We have two months,” said Liam to his companion.

As prepared as they could be, the two hoisted up their respective packs and started walking. Their journey would be quite long and, no doubt, arduous. Liam was curious to find out what Courn had planned for them. No doubt, whatever he tried, it would cost them time which they would then have to make up for by traveling at higher speed to still make it on time. As such, Liam decided to start the pace high and keep it there, shortening the time only marginally on a day to day basis, but spread over two months, they would win quite a large amount of time.

Their first day was quite comfortable. The sun shone pleasantly and they made good time for a while. Then they arrived at the first fork in the road and Liam noticed that the sign was wrong. “Well, if that’s the level of his grand quest for misdirection, he will be sorely disappointed,” said Liam confidently. “We need to go this way.”

As he moved into the correct fork, he tripped over a wire, sending him sprawling unexpectedly as, overhead, an arrow buried itself in a nearby tree. Both Liam and Ava drew their weapons, half expecting another arrow or perhaps a would be bandit to come striding from the bushes, hoping to make a quick coin by attacking the two initiates. They stood tensed for a while until Liam moved forward with Ava’s eyes focused behind him, ready to jump in if needed. He found a simple contraption, set to shoot the arrow as soon as it was tripped by the wire he had stumbled on and then Liam realized what was in store for them. A long series of tests, not unlike this one, which would wear them down. Two months suddenly seemed like a long time if they were going to be hounded relentlessly.

Over the next few weeks, Liam was not disappointed. As they traveled from camp to camp, they found essential items from their packs suddenly missing, only to turn up a few days later or staying lost completely. Their firepit actually exploded. It didn’t just fizzle, fail to light or drop away completely, but it actually spat out chunks of hot embers, burning the warrior’s face and annoying him somewhat. One of the braids in his beard actually frayed and fell off, melting away before his eyes. Anyone who knew Liam would be happy to tell you that he’s a simple-minded guy, straightforward, calm, easy-going. Some might even go so far as to describe him as happy-go-lucky, though he, himself, would be the first to say otherwise.

When that thin braid fell, however, his face twitched ever so slightly, and it was as if he saw the strands of thick, black hair fall slowly to the dirt. He stood up and brushed himself off, looking to the world as a man completely at ease with his lot of firepits randomly exploding in his face. “Ava, from now on I suggest we dig our own pits or at least find some rocks to place in a circle to…” he did not even make it to the last part of the sentence when a small rock struck him in the back of his shoulder, causing him to stop short.

“Courn, if you can hear this, I swear this to you. I know why you’re doing this. I realize all the reasons and respect them for what they are. That being said, however, I will find you in Ondora, become a fully fledged member and, once we return to the guild, I would suggest sleeping with one eye open, because you will never see me coming.”

With that, the warrior grabbed his pack and motioned to Ava to follow, who did so reluctantly. With a shrug, he grabbed her pack, hoisting it together with his own. “We’ll be walking for most of the night as well, Ava. Let me carry this part for you.”

“I am no weakling, Liam. I’m quite capable of taking care of myself.”

“I never said you were, Ava. But I do need something extra to contain my… annoyance. If you would permit me, I would carry your pack for you this evening.”

From the darkness, Liam could have sworn he heard a gentle sniggering traveling on the night air. Trying hard to ignore the sound and quite unsure as to whether or not he was the only one hearing it, he walked on.

***​

Two months later, to the day, the two dragged their feet into the city of Ondora only to find a fresh-faced Courn waiting for them, applauding them. Liam, normally quite calm, very nearly screamed at the man. He brought up a fist as they came closer and punched with the remaining strength he could muster, but it was easily caught by the much smaller Courn, who brought the fist down into a handshake which he engaged in vigorously. “Congratulations,” he said happily. "You should save your strength, young Liam. You may need it at any time."

 

[Terrabreak]

It took her a few moments to realize what was going on. The multitudes of mages from the Ixum were all gathered, cheering for them. Grace couldn’t help it but join in all the excitement, laughing as everyone else celebrated. Thankfully the next ones to approach came to heal their wounds, something that the young mage really needed. In seconds most of her injuries were gone and right after she expressed her gratitude to them the crowd began to make way to someone else. Grace didn’t know who exactly this small woman was but the reactions of everyone else told her enough, that she must be someone quite important in this whole place. The young mage gave Peri a quick glance and shaked her head, a quick attempt to tell her “Don’t do anything.”

Grace just closed her eyes as the stranger tapped her forehead with the tip of her staff, keeping a straight and calm look on her face until Willem appeared to explain the situation. “You could have at least warned me about the tele-… No matter. Lucky you being the son of the high mage.” She said with a forced smile upon her face. They followed the high mage until she gave both of them their respective crystals which Grace held tight, close to her chest. Willem explained the meaning of the object to the pair but the young mage didn’t care much since it already had value for her, it was proof that she was moving slowly forwards toward her goal. Grace looked doubtful approaching the portal in front of her but it’s not like she had a choice at this point so she closed her eyes and quickly walked through it.

The other end of the portal led them to the high mage chambers, a small room filled with artifacts and books. The young mage was fascinated with the later, trying to read as many titles as she could while imagining what kind of knowledge and spells they held. Only her teammate and Lionel taking a seat took her back into her senses so she grabbed a chair herself and sat as straight as she could, similar to if someone was interrogating her.

“It does make me wonder if both of our big troubles on the way were caused by her.” She mentioned with a hand on her chin. She couldn’t help letting a little chuckle out watching as Peri looked around, most likely checking if Willet was hiding in a corner or something similar. This caused her to be surprised when the high mage approached her with the gift; a book. She held it with both hands, the cover was firm yet soft, it seemed old but the waves of time apparently were kind with this grimoire. “I… Thank you so much! I’ll take good care of it!” said the small girl with a smile before returning her eyes into the book. Once opened Grace could easily recognize the theme of it based on some names and the decorations in the borders of the pages, it was without a doubt about spells focused on the water element. She was able to control it already but only for very simple things like carrying small amounts of it and maybe throw it a few feet away as if she used a small bucket. This also meant that when she mastered it she could use it to balance her fire spells, no more worries of causing a fire she couldn’t control. The fact that it was written by the high mage only made it better, no more authors adding their crazy theories that most often than not didn’t work.

Her attention was pulled out of her new acquisition with the kind sound of Peri’s new violin. The song was different from the ones she normally played and Grace was fascinated by it. She placed her full attention on the small show and just let out a big smile when it ended. “Let’s see if it sounds just as good in the next tavern we find ourselves into.” Mentioned the girl with a small laugh, the grimoire now resting on her lap. The high mage once again decided to surprise them with something; one question just like Willet had offered them back on the road. “Like mother like daughter” Thought Grace for a second before starting to prepare her question. Once again she had many ideas of what to ask, so many things to know but once again she decided to ask something more personal instead. “How did you start as a mage, lady? I mean… How did you begin and how did you reach the position of high mage. I can assume Willet’s talent comes from you so I was wondering if the case was the same or something different.”

 

[Moolock]

Ava'Ramira Ren
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If weariness and soreness of limb and mind could be measured in gold, at the end of two months, Ava would surely have been a queen. As it stood, it appeared she and Liam had triumphed- if that could be called triumphing- over the severely underestimated Courn. Had she known they would be assaulted with sharp sticks, stones, and exploding fire pits, she would have put her money toward at least a leather chest plate or a pair of shoulder guards. While they did get time to hunt, their mealtime was almost always interrupted. She slept relatively little on the trip, often offering to take long watch just to avoid getting suddenly aroused from any sort of slumber. Liam would have seen Ava get progressively jumpy until about a week from their arrival, she was overcome and she caved. A rock cascaded down the path behind them and she barely flinched. Something hit her shoulder and she would shrug it away. Yuri's teachings rang in her ears and little by little, she regained the swiftness she'd lost during the first leg of their journey.

By the time they reached Ondora, Ava had become less of the hermit partner, even traveling without her hood up for the last few days... and given all the stress Liam was under, she was not surprised when the fighter bounded forward to punch their tormentor- and she made no move to stop, only watching as the tense swing was turned into a handshake. This guy... She meant Courn. As much as Ava disliked the hellish travel, she admired almost every aspect of the guy. He was the master of everything she'd sought since taking up thieving in the city. A lithe form that never seemed to be still, able to blend and trick and unbalance anything he desired with such care and control as to have been working with the most delicate of creatures. Now here they were, out of the woods, members of the Blood Price, and Ava with her hood donned since the trees had begun thinning, approached Liam to stand beside him. Her eyes scanned their surroundings just as they had in the forest, guarded with her cloaked figure poised to defend, attack, or bolt.

"Now that we've made it... Goal completed. Checked off. Done and done." She kicked a pebble. "What comes next? Or do we have time for a drink without getting a stone to the back of the head?"

As she looked around the tree-guarded city, Ava shifted uncomfortably, much like a bird with ruffled feathers. She couldn't remember the last time she had been to Ondora, then realized what made her so utterly restless. She never had been to Ondora. Here was a city swathed in magic, entirely new to her. No back alleyways memorized or guard patterns down pat... Ava suddenly felt smaller than usual like a hummingbird among condors. Her knives were needles against great house swords. Forcing her shoulders to lie flat, Ava awaited an answer from either of them, lips pressing into a thin, hard line.

 

[KaleYeah]

Courn’s handshake was quite strong given his size. He made sure Liam realized just who he was dealing with a subtle squeeze. Again he flourished another “congratulations” to the young initiates when a portal opened up behind him and Willet emerged, black robes flowing, blonde braid resting neatly on her shoulder. Courn excused himself from Liam and Ava and went to talk with the witch some distance off.

Courn discussed the trials he put his initiates through and Willet did the same. Essentially, they were sharing notes and stories. Courn made wild hand gestures for the exploding fire pit and Willet slapped her rump miming her group falling to the ground. The slender man eventually pointed to Liam and mimed a sign for his beard braid and how it fell off. Courn and Willet shared a hearty laugh before composing themselves, Courn laughing so hard he had another coughing fit.

After the two had settled, the cloaked figure introduced Willet to Ava and Liam. “This is Willet the Witch, the most powerful mage in Avarice, known for her beauty and power, master of magic, explorer and dungeon crawler, inventor, architect, and -- what else was there? Ah yes, her bust size is --,” Willet sent Courn to the ground with a flick of her finger.

“Thank you, Courn. That will be all,” she said modestly. “Follow me, you sorry lot.” Willet guided the group into the stone circle that began to glow at her command. The pathway opened and she marched toward the lone soldier manning the entrance.

“Welcome back my--” He was cut off by Willet’s hand as she breezed by him, Courn in tow with an apologetic face.

The city came into view and the iconic Ixum with its nine spires reflecting brightly in the sun. Willet did not take time for the view to sink in as she continued her way downward into the depression that the city resided.

The group passed the archway with its magical protection passing over all those that enter. It was a sensation Willet was accustomed as was Courn, though he did shutter briefly. They passed shops selling magical items and children at play on their brooms before they reached the busy market square.

“Stay close,” Courn warned Ava and Liam.

The hustle and noise was most dense here in the heart of Ondora where trading and preying was heaviest. A brutish man tried to sell Liam a great sword with the promise of never needing sharpening with the ability to cleave a man without effort. Another tried to outfit Ava with an assortment of poisons and blades with cloaks that promised to turn the user invisible. Of course these items never lived up to their word and cost an absurd price. Courn tugged them along as he followed Willet as she appeared to part the sea of marketplace people.

At the Ixum, Willet opened the portal leading into the atrium and entered, Courn happily following the witch’s shapely figure. Inside, they were greeted with the crystal tree, standing tall and majestic at the center. Willet continued her march leading down a path and away from the tree.

Inside the High Mage’s office, Peri and Grace had asked their questions. The High Mage addressed Peri first.

“A legend, you say? Ondora has always been a place of magic, a place where the gifted gather to further their study and learn the mysteries of the world, though there are some that cultivate their abilities outside these walls,” Willena gave a look toward Grace. “Of course, with magic the way it is, it can be easily turned against the innocent. That is why we seclude ourselves and keep our ways hidden. Magic can be abused like a weapon when it is merely a tool. Here, we can educate and protect what we can control.

Long ago, way before your father’s father’s time, magic was still feared and misunderstood. Only through time and much effort to educate the public have we reached a solid understanding. What magic is outside of Ondora is only what we have allowed to leave. My daughter does her part in educating but I fear she may be doing more harm than good sometimes.

Yes, we seclude ourselves not only to protect us mages but to protect the world. There are things here that could take down the nation if in the wrong hands,” a smile appeared on Willena’s face, old and harmless. “We do allow those that have gained our trust to enter, child. That crystal is proof of that.”

She turned to Grace at her question.

“My, my… I have not thought of my beginnings in quite some time. Let’s see, I suppose I started out the same as anyone else, I was curious. Now, as you know, everyone has some latent magical talent, and like a muscle, the more you use it, the stronger it becomes. In my day, there were no spell books to guide young mages like yourself. We, my friends and I, cultivated our gifts through much experimentation. I have had spells backfire more times than I can count; I’m sure you can attest to the same.

As for the title of High Mage, I suppose it is given after you create this place,” Willena gestured to the building, the Ixum. “My friends and I, the same ones that helped cultivate our magic, created this place as a sanctuary for people like us. It is a safe place to study and learn and grow. I expect my son to take my place after me, though that is some ways off yet,” she let out a deep laugh. “Willet never had much desire for governing. Always a free spirit that one. Off experimenting or adventuring or some such. And I suppose the apple doesn't fall far from the tree with that one. She mastered every school of magic in a few hundreds years before she started creating her own. Quite the scholar that one.

Willem created our school of battle magic, combining armed combat with magic. Those swords you’ve seen about are his creation. Yes, I am quite proud of my children,” she said fondly.

“Now, it is about time our other guests arrive.” Willena stood ready as Willet’s portal opened at the opposite end of the table, Courn, Liam, and Ava following in behind.

Willena took an examinatory look at the two Courn had led to Ondora.

“Quite a healthy stock, this one,” she said, hitting the end of her staff on Liam’s chest.

“This one needs more sun,” she said of Ava, staff knocking on her forehead.

“Follow me, you lot. You two as well,” she gestured to Peri and Grace. Willena circled the table to the nearby wall, placing her hand on it, opening a hidden door that led downward into the darkness. She descended the stairs without delay.

Willet followed next, then Courn, leaving the adventures to follow with Willena’s assistant taking the rear. The staircase spiraled down with only torches to light the dark passage.

Courn could sense confusion in the air so he nudged Willet for an explanation. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Yes. Because you both were accepted on recommendation, there is no need for the labyrinth trial. This stairwell will take you directly to the base of the tree where you will receive your crystal. I don’t see what is so special about you two, though.”

“Now, now, I did put them through the ringer once or twice,” Courn said with a smile. “Just look at Liam’s beard.” The man chuckled before regaining his composure. “Ah yes, I believe introductions are in order. The lovely woman leading this expedition is Willena, High Mage of Ondora and the leading authority in the Ixum. Then of course we have the beautiful Willet as you have seen. I am --,” a ravenous cough from Courn echoed in the stairwell. “Pardon. I am Courn. I am as Willet was to you both. Congratulations on your passing, by the way. Been a long while seen I’ve seen a bard pass through.” Courn nudged Ava to make her introduction, signalling Liam to do the same.

Willena had reached the bottom just as the introductions were finished. She stood before a large metal door with nearly a dozen locks on it of various shapes and sizes. With a wave of her staff, the locks clicked and opened. The small woman tapped the door with her staff and it easily swung open. Down the corridor the glow of the crystal tree could be seen. As they neared, the glow and mystical power grew stronger and stronger until the feeling nearly overwhelmed the senses. It was not a malicious feeling, it was more like bathing in sunlight.

At the end of the corridor, the full root system was in sight, the room filled with glowing energy. “Touch the base, Ava, Liam. Since we took the passage, you won’t be teleported to the top. Willam will collect your crystals there,” Willena said.

Just before someone could touch the roots, a voice projected from the back of the group.

“Finally,” it said. The voice sounded as if several other voices were speaking, overlapping each other. The voice of a woman, a child, men young and old could be heard. “Finally,” the multilayered voice said again.

From the back, the sounds of breaking bones and ripping fabric filled the narrow corridor. The assistant who was in the back looked as if she were hanging on hooks, her body slumped but standing. The assistant’s body snapped and cracked as her limbs contorted in inhuman ways. From her back, five long spider like limbs sprouted from her ripping skin.

“Finally,” it said again, the voices sounding both depraved and hungry. The limbs extended, lifting the assistant’s body from the ground, a single eye protruding from her chest cavity. The voice projected from the assistant’s mouth, her jaw unhinged and open.

“Make way and die,” it said, moving towards the crystal tree.

The spider like limbs scraped against the walls of the corridor, just wide enough for two abreast, leaving slender slashes like a blade on the stone. It thrusted one limb forward like a spear, aiming to skewer the group in its entirety.

“Die.”


Monster:
Attack = 13
Defense = 8

GM Note

Welcome to Ondora! Here is a surprise encounter for you all, a creepy monster for halloween. Do your attack and defense rolls as normal. I look forward to what you all have.

 

[Kwillz]

Peri leaned her head in her hand, listening to the High Mage’s answer to her question and nodding. “Okay, I can see how that would make sense. Magic does seem like it can be a... fickle thing.” She glanced at Grace as the memory of a tavern in flames came back into her mind.

She continue to listen as the High Mage indulged them in her past. Based on what she had said, the High Mage had definitely been around for a long while. But Peri's ears perked up at the mention of Willet and the hint at her age. “Wait... a minute... a few hundred?” Well then, it seemed that the Witch had been around longer than Peri had thought. She figured that though, being such a powerful mage meant you probably had to have some kind of means to slow your aging. Peri mused at the thought of finally having the information, remembering how defensive Willet was when asked the question earlier.

Once their questions were answered, Peri turned her head to see the portal appear on the other side of the room. Coming out of it was Willet and three other people unfamiliar to her. Other guests, huh? She looked over at those who Willet had brought in. A thin man led in the other two, a large bearded man and a hooded woman who seemed just about as old and short as Peri herself.

She remained quiet as the High Mage inspected the newcomers, then got up when instructed to, following the guides down the dark corridor. Hearing from what was said by Willet, the two had been accepted already into the guild by recommendation. Peri didn't know recommendations were such a thing in the Blood Price, though she doubted any "connections" she had made with adventurers in the past would have gotten her one. There was most likely something special about these strangers. She also wondered why she and Grace were even asked to come with them to get their crystals.

Peri flinched back a bit at Courn's mad coughing. This man was their guide? She blinked at him with a doubtful look on her face, hesitantly nodding to him in response to his congratulations. "Uh... thanks. I figured you all don't see bards around often. I can only guess why. Many prefer being alive to tell the tales."

After the duo introduced themselves, as Liam and Ren, Peri bowed her head slightly in return. "The name's Peri. You two had a pretty shitty trip on the way here too, huh?" Lionel then came climbing up onto her shoulder, nudging her. She sighed. "The little guy here is named Lionel." Lionel waved a bit in greeting before hopping back down, a intimidated by the darkness of the hall.

When they came to the roots, Peri stepped aside to let the other two touch the tree. Her head quickly whipped back at the horrific sight of the servant transforming into some kind of monstrosity.

As the limb came at the group, Peri attempted to roll of the way, but something went horrible wrong. She had no idea if she was just caught off-guard too much or if she was still exhausted from earlier, but suddenly it was as if she had two left feet. She felt her ankle buckle in painfully and with a sharp-tongued exclamation she stumbled back to the ground. It seemed like everything was done for when suddenly something stopped the limb, saving her from what would have been a direct hit.

Looking up, she saw Liam standing before her, deflecting the blow. Embarrassed by her clumsiness, Peri tried getting up, but her ankle refused to let her stand. She cursed through her teeth as she got on one knee and pulling out her recently gifted violin. "I'm a fucking idiot... You all better not do what I just did." She looked to Grace, smirking at her, "Give this thing hell, kid!"

She drew the bow to the violin, and as she played her song, a blue glow came from the instrument with each note. The aura would find itself to her allies, filling them with a burst of energy that would invigorate them.

Rolls:
Def: (I don't wanna talk about it. We all know what it is)
Inspiration: +2 (Enjoy your +2 for two rounds everyone. Y'all probably won't even need it)

 

[Ashes to Ashes]

Liam, for the first time in years, felt intimidated. Intimidated by a man who at first had seemed like an individual he could crush with relative ease. Courn had not only caught his fist, which admittedly was the result of stress, sleepless nights and severe sapping of will and strength, but he showed that he was strong by simply squeezing Liam’s hand mid-shake. His charge stopped short and his anger subsided by such a simple action, the warrior found himself calm once more. He vaguely heard Courn repeat his congratulatory speech when a portal opened and a young woman stepped through. For just a second, Liam’s breath caught in his throat. She was, by any measure, quite beautiful. Her blonde hair resting in a perfect braid on her shoulder, the look of self-assured confidence in her eye and the flawlessness of her skin, all of it drew him in effortlessly. If she noticed it, she did not react on his brief, attentive stare.

Courn went over to speak with the new arrival, who was introduced as Willet. Liam felt acutely annoyed at his appearance as he introduced himself. The annoyance grew into disgust when he saw Courn regaling Willet with the tale of how he lost part of his beard. Absentmindedly, he reached up to his beard and, almost palpably, felt the loss of what he had come to see as part of him. He grabbed a small knife and silently cut off the other braid as well, pocketing the limp strands of hair. He noticed that Ava had taken up position behind him and looked down at the woman he had spent the past months traveling with.

Her closed demeanor and attitude had loosened somewhat over time and that was cause for happiness, though he was inclined to believe there was so much more to this woman than meets the eye and he felt curious about her. Perhaps, should it be the choice of the guild they were to enter, they would spend more time together and a trust would grow between them.

As he was thinking these things, they were led to a stone circle, which suddenly glowed. For a moment, Liam was distrustful, expecting another trick or test, but as he looked at the two guides, or tormentors, judging from the stories, he realized a simple truth, that leg of the journey was over. These people were not secretly set in place to be their personal tormentors but rather, they had set a period in which they were to test the fresh-faced initiates; a period which was now over.

The group passed through the new portal, a smile crossing Liam’s face as he saw the indifference with which the guard was treated. Doubtless, the guard was not used to anything different from one as uppity as this Willet appeared to be. The most powerful mage in Avarice indeed. She certainly has the attitude to match…

As they walked through the magical barrier, Liam felt… something pass through him. It was a first time experience which had him standing still for a brief moment, almost savoring the new exposure. Ava and Liam continued to follow Willet and Courn when he was accosted by a merchant holding a massive sword, praising its quality. Before he had a chance to berate the man’s aggressive sales tactics and get into a lecture on the proper way to sell wares, he was taken by the arm by Courn and tugged along. “These things sound quite appealing, young Liam, but they are selling dreams here. Pricey dreams. Best leave them to the dreamers, don’t you think?” said Courn matter-of-factly.

Nodding his agreement, Liam allowed himself to be led into and through the path provided by Willet, who, he noticed, was not accosted by anyone. A smirk crossed his face as his feet started picking up the pace. Apparently this mage was a known figure in this magical city of spires and light.

Another portal was finally opened and Liam entered with Ava in tow. Without pause, Willet marched them down a path past a crystal tree. Liam wistfully saw the shimmering tree go by, wishing he had more time to take in the sight.

They were led into what seemed to be an office where a woman stood with two others, who looked a little the worse for wear. Before he had any time to introduce himself or even ask where they were, the robed woman had poked him in the chest, mentioning his health. He blushed, ever so slightly and mumbled a word of thanks, though he could hardly explain why he felt so flabbergasted by the entire affair. Perhaps it was the presence of these strong women, something he was not used to at all, though he was hardly so ignorant or naïve as to think that men were stronger than women.

Then they were instructed to follow, after which brief introductions were made and explanations on their respective situations were given. “My name is Liam. A pleasure to meet you both, though I must say, I hope your time with Willet was filled with less grief than the many visits Courn frequented upon us.”

At this, Willet turned and glared at Liam while Courn shushed him quickly. “No hard feelings, Liam. I’m sure your beard will grow back in time. You have to admit though, I had fun at least.”

Sighing in resignation, Liam continued walking, only to stop short as Willena suddenly stood still. A large metal door, with massive and impressive looking locks was opened with a wave of her staff and swung open soundlessly. Liam could feel the sensation of the tree covering them in some kind of power. It felt, warm, relaxing almost, though it was intense at the same time.

At the end of the corridor, the full root system was in sight, the room filled with glowing energy. “Touch the base, Ava, Liam. Since we took the passage, you won’t be teleported to the top. Willam will collect your crystals there,” Willena said.

That’s when the group heard it. A filthy monster, spider-like in nature, creepily and steadily clicked and cracked into being. As it moved forward to the group, Liam grabbed his swords, slipping the sharpened steel from his scabbards in a swift, fluid motion.

As he moved forward, senses sharp and acutely aware of the unavoidable danger, the beast thrust a limb forward, spear-like in appearance and equally lethal, in an attempt to lay waste to the party. Its voice echoed in his the hall as it voiced its intent with a simple word. “Die.”

The bard, introduced as Peri, had moved forward with Liam in an effort to guide the warrior. She stumbled and dropped her guard along with her balance as the monster’s thrust neared. Without hesitation, the warrior stepped in front of Peri, shielding her with his body as he brought his left arm up in a hasty attempt to deflect the onslaught.

While the blow was powerful, more than strong enough to cause Liam to lose his footing, he managed to twist the blow upwards and outwards as he allowed the force to spin him around. As the spear-like limb buried itself in the wall, spraying the group with bits of stone, he struck upwards with his right hand, desperate in an attempt to slice the limb clean from the spider-thing’s body. He did not manage to do so, however. Rather, the blade scored a blow on the creature, but he could not see what damage he had managed to do.

Continuing to shield the struggling Peri, he brought his blades into a defensive stance, forming a triangle in front of him in an attempt to stem the tide which would almost definitely come upon them.

“I’ll be your shield. Kill this monster!”

Liam rolled his shoulders one last time. Despite weariness from the trip, adrenaline flowed freely, filling his body and bringing strength surging back. “Come on then, monster,” he said softly.

Rolls

Attack: 11+3
Defense: 20+1

Aand the dice are... rolled!