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Fantasy The Guild Stone ((Old Questing Thread))

Risoria Ducci De Columba
"I'm sure the weather will become more manageable once we find ourselves in a sheltered location, young Apple! Oh no, we must not rush! We'll be relying on you to outsmart those Cyclops so we can fight on our own terms, after all! Think you're up to the challenge?" Ducci said with a raised voice, so as not to be drowned out by the howling mountain winds. Reuniting with the other recruits, he began to lead them down the ridge towards the Dwarven village. "Indeed young Regil, we should hurry to shelter! We'll pass through the village on our way to the stronghold. I'm sure we can learn a lot from the Dwarves there. But do not stray too far!" Making their way closer, the figures became clearer, with certain locations drawing their attention. There was a larger building constructed from dark wood, that appeared to have taken a beating over the years, located in the center of the village with a warm glow emanating from the inside, most likely a traditional Dwarven tavern, as an older gentleman or two could be seen wandering in and out of the establishment, wiping beads of ale from their thick blonde or grey beards. They passed the field of large animals, now clearly a simple farm dedicated to Dwarf Bison. Their naming scheme was confusing, as the animals were twice as large and several times the weight of the common herds seen roaming the plains north of Lantana. They were named this way in reference to being bred by hardy Dwarves to be just as hardy as themselves. The farmers gave the group an unwelcoming stare, before returning to their business. At one point, it definitely occurred to Ducci that this didn't seem like a settlement capable of paying for a gold-ranked quest.

Arriving just outside the tavern, Ducci turned to face his companions once again. "You may be correct Regil, so some decorum is in order! We'll be stopping here briefly, but behave yourselves! No drinking and no tomfoolery! The more information we can acquire regarding our task the better, but we'd do well not to earn the ire of the people here. Onward!" He declared before bursting into the tavern, immediately comforted by the warmth of a great hearth and the smell of fresh cooking. Upon entering, he came to realize the village perhaps wasn't as empty as it seemed from up on the ridge, as apparently the entire population was gathered in this very tavern. They seemed an older bunch, with only a handful of young faces about, most were thin by Dwarven standards, with pale blond hair and rough skin. Many eyes were upon the group, but moreover from a general interest, rather than anything such as disdain, at least for now.

"Good day to you all! We are adventurers from the Waystone Guild, following up on a request!" Ducci bowed and presented his companions to the bargoers. "Any information that could help us on our quest would be greatly appreciated!" He announced to the bar, before engaging with a nearby drunk who barely registered his questions. Most of the Dwarves turned back and continued chatting away and drinking, though a handful of elderly Dwarves kept a watch of the adventurers. One Dwarf in particular was sat at the bar but turned to face the party, and seemed rather interested in them. He stood out among the crowd, with fair, unblemished skin, dirty blonde hair and a gut that put many of the drunks here to shame. He grinned and nodded in their direction, raising his glass. "Aye, that's them." He could be heard saying, before finishing off his ale.

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Apple

"A-apple will try.." Apple nodded at Ducci's challenge. When Regil mentioned to her about dwarven ale she perked up showing obvious interest in it, she wanted to try! But when Ducci said no drinking she slouched back and think if other way to keep herself warm.

Pulling one of the javelin that she took for the armory, Apple channeled her magic into it and after a brief moment the tip of the javelin combusted brightly and gave warmth to its surrounding. Nice! She could stay warm with this. The fire was rather big so the javelin would be burnt quite fast but it's no problem because she bought plenty of it!

After they entered the tavern, Apple was glad that it was actually a warm place. Pipi couldn't contain herself and immediately rushed to sit in front of the hearth, Apple wanted to follow Pipi but she also wanted to know more about the quest so she restrain herself and watched as one of the dwarf seems to take the most interest at them compared to the other here.

"Are you the one who requested the mission?" She asked the dwarf.

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The dwarf regarded Apple with a warm smile. "You could say that, lass. Was me dad, Alfor who wrote it all up, Haddil who paid for it. That's me." He chuckled and scratched at his beard. "Anyway, here's the story, well.. here's what I know. I don't exactly live here, ya see? I did when I was a wee lad, but half the family fled this village long ago, thanks to those monsters refusing to leave us be, even after taking us Dwarves livelihood. As ye can see, this stubborn lot refused to abandon their home, I respect that though. Time went by, I made myself quite the fortune trading down south, but I didnae forget about me folks, no no!" He slapped the bar and triggered a wave of half-hearted shouts from the likes of his inebriated cousins. "I made the trek back up to this damned village with gold to blow, figured they'd put it to better use up here. Decided, why not? Lets deal with the issue once and for all by calling upon the likes of you adventurers. Gave the money to father and he made the request, that's him over there." The Dwarf pointed across the bar to a grizzled old man, bald with a beard of pure white, braided with leather straps and odd decorations. He was wrapped up in a white fur coat with iron and leather armor pieces peaking out from underneath. He was heavily scarred, and his piercing blue eyes darted in the direction of the group. "He's a tough one, me dad. No doubt, only Dwarf I know to have tangled with a Cyclops and made it out un-petrified." Haddil nodded to the adventurers while raising his eyebrows as if to say 'it's true' before calling the bartender for another ale.

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"Ah, I see you're preoccupied with an aspiring adventurer, perhaps I could take her under my wing and show her the ropes?"

Cinder. Azalea wondered what the sudden hush over parts of the guild had been. Faintly she had registered the doors opening, though at this point in the morning she had her hands full. The full suit of gleaming armour made it clear he was returning from some sort of task. Like Sir Ducci, he was one of the better known gold rank members.

"...you will be directly accountable to her wellbeing," Azalea said. "Are you sure you want that? It may well put your current rank in jeopardy if something happens." The decision was up to him, but he needed to understand the gravity of what was involved. II-CinderRadcliff-II II-CinderRadcliff-II

Turning back to Celia, she set a second recruitment form down on the desk. "On account of your inexperience, I will be instating a limit on your quest ranks. Until I can be sure you are capable of handling it, you will not be accompanying anyone on gold missions." Azalea straightened, shooting a meaningful glance towards Cinder. "Understand this is for your own protection. If you choose to accept those conditions you may fill out the form, and I will add you to the guild registry." Blackrose7 Blackrose7

She already knew Hashi intended to join. Depending on Celia's choice, Azalea would return from the back rooms with one or two bags of holding, explaining their contents to the new copper ranks. With that they would be ready to depart on their first missions, and her duties would be done. Azalea glanced over to the guild board again, considering what quests were left after the rest of the vultures had picked off their choice. Xcelgamer Xcelgamer

With the new members dealt with, Azalea inclined her head to Aergundias before leaving the group behind. Of course she'd barely sat down at one of the tables, taking a plate from Tuur with obvious relief and picking up her utensils to dig in--when yet another shadow approached.

"Titus turning in for the Salamander quest," they announced. A plate covered gauntlet thumped the confirmation of their task on the table. Azalea glanced over it, expression flat as she took a bite of her meal. "-and requesting another gold or higher mission to partake in."

Ah. She swallowed. That was going to be a problem. Azalea glanced again towards the quest board, knowing with unfortunate certainty what wasn't on it.

"Sorry Titus," she said, "but Sir Ducci took the last gold rank quest I have for today. You already know I can't offer you anything higher without the appropriate rank as escort, and the guild master is currently preoccupied."

It's just how things are. She glanced down at her food again, ready to call the conversation quits. Sure the gold ranker could find something to do. There were no shortage of rookies to help on their missions, or training to be done out in the field with other members of the guild-

Azalea froze, staring down at the back of her hand. A spiral shaped symbol had begun to glow against her skin, warm and unmistakeable.

Really?

It was the same symbol seen on every member's waystone. The mark of the guild, echoed on every waystone, map, and guildmember. Up on the wall, where the guild map displayed the locations members out on the field, a iron-coloured symbol pulsed with energy.

"Or," Azalea mused, "you go could see what that beacon is all about." EldridSmith EldridSmith
 

  • 1611886513796.png After his statements he realized that he was interrupting Azalea's meal, he felt a little guilty as he had just returned without concern of those around, but what had been done was done. The news that Sir Ducci had beaten him to him was unfortunate, perhaps if he hadn't spent the last two days relaxing he wold have gotten it. Still it was a much needed break he was grateful to have taken, even with the less that perfect ending this morning. Unfortunately the higher rank missions were still out of reach at the moment. He hid his internal sigh at this information and nodded. "Thank you for letting me know, I'll see if any of the coppers want to go on a higher ranking mission then, I shall take my leave unless you need something from me." He responded respectfully.

    As he was turning to leave to chat with the copper recruits, he also felt the warm symbol begin to glow against his skin. Azalea spoke up once more suggesting he check it out. He was already planning on it, but first he needed information. He wasn't about to go in blind. "
    I hate to bother your lunch further, but can I get a copy of the original quest so I've got some info to go off of? After I get that I'll head out." He stated seriously as he pulled his hammer from his bag of holding and putting it in it's spot on his back where he could more easily retrieve it during combat if he needed it. As soon has she handed the information over, or explained it to him, he immediatly headed out to the listed location and began surveying his surroundings.
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"You may be correct Regil, so some decorum is in order! We'll be stopping here briefly, but behave yourselves! No drinking and no tomfoolery! The more information we can acquire regarding our task the better, but we'd do well not to earn the ire of the people here. Onward!"
Well, Leolin had no problem with not drinking- he wasn't even old enough to do so in half the places he visited anyway. But no tomfoolery? Dang it.
He supposed that he would have plenty of time to mess with the locals on less serious missions later down the line though.

The warmth of the tavern was more than welcome as he followed the others inside. Being able to smell his surroundings without having the wind blow everything away was a nice bonus, even if the smell of Bison lingered ever so faintly beneath the rest. Yuck.
"Good day to you all! We are adventurers from the Waystone Guild, following up on a request!" Sir Ducci bowed and Leolin wondered if he should do the same, but before he could decide the moment had ended "Any information that could help us on our quest would be greatly appreciated!"
Ah, yes, information. That is a useful thing to have.
He briefly attempted to engage one of the patrons with a joke, but backed off when he received a glare in response.
"Yeesh," he muttered " tough crowd."
He tried eavesdropping from where he stood, but there where too many conversations happening at once for Leolin to pick out anything useful among the chatter.

"Aye, that's them." Oh, that sounded useful- It seems Apple had thought so too, because she had already engaged him.
"Are you the one who requested the mission?"

Leolin found his own place at the bar, not sitting, but holding his head in his hands as he leaned against the sturdy structure. This was serious business, and as such the boy listened closely to the dwarf's explanation. He made certain the other had finished speaking before asking his question; as it was polite to do so.

" So, what did-" Leolin's thought was interrupted by a glowing mark on his hand. Wide eyed, he inspected it , swatted at it with his other hand, and then simply tucked it back under his chin " Okay, that's weird. Anyways, what did the Cyclops guys do exactly? "
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Drinking from his new ale, Haddil spun on his stool a bit towards Leolin, leaning in to answer his query. "Well, I barely remember all that from when I was a kid, but oh boy have I heard tales! Hideous, deformed monsters they are! First off all, that there Stronghold they're holed up in? Not theirs! Was a Dwarven mining facility from the old days. it was. Now that the people here are on their last legs even, they still don't let up I hear. They make a real habit out of stealin' bison from the farm, these Dwarves barely make do in the winter, let alone have the blessin' of a tasty steak, no no, it's all jerky and roots just to survive. Not to mention, the Cyclops aren't just satisfied with all that, they're nae afraid to snatch one of our own whenever they bloody feel like it. They say it's better when they find the missing person a statue the next morning, for fear that they're loved ones were.." He glanced over at a bowl of watery brown stew being slid across the bar. "Anyway, the old folks surely know more about em' than me, if that weren't enough for ya."

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The mention of no drinking actually genuinely surprised Regil. Seriously? Insulting the dwarves by Drinking? Wasn't that deep seeded in their culture or something? He sighed and shook his head, he wasn't the professional here, hell, he wasn't even used to not having city walls around him yet let alone claiming to be any sort of expert on Dwarven society. He merely followed behind, tail swaying as he adjusted his goggles and looked around while they made their way forward. The warmth of an inn soon filled the room, and he found himself pushing down his scarf to enjoy the heat while it was still here.

Naturally, while the others found and focused on the story from the Dwarf willing to tell them their tale, he flashed a charming smirk at any passing barmaid. Hey, dwarven ladies were still ladies afterall, he eventually turned back, especially at the mention of his father having more direct experience with the Cyclops, being the only one to survive. He opened his mouth to ask some questions himself, but Leonin beat him too it. With a, remarkably vague question, he looked back over to Leonin.

He hoped Leonin was careful with his words. He'd not just heard but firsthand seen just how deep a Dwarf's grudge can be, if he said the wrong thing he could be having a real hard and petty time amongst them.

"I'll, second Leonin's question though I'll press for more specific details. Like if you could take a guess at their numbers, how organized they were, that sort of thing." To him those were the important questions. Their numbers told him just how many they had to look forwards to dealing with, more or less required and demanded different tactics. Furthermore, signs of organization might mean a defined leader, a defined leader meant a head of the writing snake they could chop off.

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Azalea was already in the process of retrieving her map from the bag, spreading it out on the table. The shining waystone was the only one visible on the map, apart from her own. Unlike the one hung on the guild wall, the smaller versions only showed the adventurer's location and the source of any guildstone alerts. Recognising the name Azalea sighed, brow furrowed. How does a silver rank mess up on an iron level mission?

"They're in the south-east Lantana plains,"
Azalea said. "I don't know what happened exactly, but the mission they were on was only iron rank. Culling a local pest population, or something... I can't remember what exactly."

Titus nodded, and with a brief flash they were gone.

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Mission Name: Rabbit Madness
Rank: Iron
Details: The local rabbit population has been going wild. I don't know what's happening, but there are more and more of them by the day! Please can someone help us get this under control.
 
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  • 1611890621406.png As he arrived he was already running calculations on what went wrong. Since they were in the plains there shouldn't be any geological hazards, but there was always the chance someone fell into a ravine or trap caused by monsters, as unlikely as they were the chances were never zero. Still an iron rank should have already known about such hazards and been vigilant enough to avoid them. However the chances they were showing off, not being vigilant as they were underestimating their enemies was always a possibility. Still regardless of the reason he now had to find them.

    It was at times like these he envied those who could fly naturally or who had magic which naturally facilitated flight. He on the other hand needed to, in essence, make countless explosions to stay in air. It was draining to do it for long periods of time, but he was only planning on using it to help him locate the guild member or members in danger. He started with explosions in his hands to get airborn before using them under his feet. He didn't want to harm the landscape needlessly after all. While he was airborn he compared what he saw to that on the map. He soon landed as to not expend more energy than needed, but upon feeling he had a good bearing he started sprinting towards the location where the others were.

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"You uh, don't have any more of that do ya lad?" Haddil asked the bartender in a hushed tone regarding the stew, before immediately being refused by an insulted dwarf. With an incredulous look in his face, he turned back to greet Regil, answering with "I uh, wouldn't know about all that. There's at least more than one, and.. less than a dozen? Just one family, according to the rumors.." He was speaking a little fast before, so perhaps the young man missed that part. "The oldies are the ones with first-hand experience with Cyclops troubles, especially dad. I've learned not to pry too much, but maybe they'll be a wee bit more open with you lot, considering you're actually plannin' to do something about em." He said quietly, his eyes darting over to where his father sat, only to find that he was still being glared at from when he pointed him out earlier. "Alright, alright.."

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"I am very well aware of that, but those with experience should be there to guide those with potential." Cinder retorted, the cheerful smirk fading into obscurity as he took notice to the board, with the only knowledge of the new situation is that things are likely going to get bad. He watched Azalea walk away before turning towards Celia, giving a slight bow as a formal greeting. "Greetings, aspiring adventurer. I am the Gold ranked adventurer Cinder Radcliff, also often called the 'Kitsune of the North' by those outside of the Guild; though you may simply call me Cinder if formality isn't your forte. May I know your reason for becoming an adventurer, or would you rather not divulge to someone you just met?" He spoke in a polite and soft tone, as his voice wasn't very loud or deep as his looks would suggest. The fashion sense he displayed also suggested there was more to him than meets the eye, though for the time being only his voice and first impression were apparent. He then stood up straight before taking an empty seat at the table Azalea had set Celia's paperwork to fill out, grabbing his bag of holding before pulling out some food that his wife had made him for the morning.
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Ymir hovered in the air a certain distance from the plains, one leg crossed over the other as she stared up at the sky. She was rather close to the edge of the grassy hillands, where after the ground became rocky and tough. The area of interest she had marked out dipped into a small alcove housing the entrance to a cave. Vegetation grew in great swaths around the area, certain patches a great deal more dense.

The distant sound of explosions had the corner of her lip twitching up. Glancing plain-ward she saw the distinctive gleam of the armour of the church of Seraphina. Titus then--a gold rank would definitely suffice. Grinning as he sprinted over to the area she raised her hand in a lazy greeting.

"Titus! Long time no see." She sat up on the wooden staff as Titus skidded to a stop nearby. His heavy-set eyes flashed around the area, scanning for threats no doubt. Always prepared to fast the worst. Ymir laughed, waving a hand. "Don't worry! Don't worry, they aren't out here." She set her chin against her hand, grinning at his response. "You do look a little out of breath though. Maybe I should wait for someone else."
 
1611895205243.png Titus knew who he had spotted flying in the distance from a ways away, as it was hard to mistake Ymir for anyone else, at least in these conditions. As he neared he noticed the cave and his instinct to scan the area for threats went off, and it was clear Ymir noticed it too. "Indeed, pardon my lack of formalities since it's a distress signal." He responded rather seriously as she informed him that they weren't there. "Then I take it they're in the cave, and knowing you're lack of power behind your punches you're waiting for backup. Correct?" He quickly assessed and replied, he didn't mind if he was wrong and he knew she would correct him, but piecing together what he knew of her, and their current location it was the most logical assumption.

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I'd have Ashe giving me a swift kick in the pants if I called this out of breath." He responded with a chuckle. While he needed to stay serious and focus on the task, he couldn't help but comment on the half orc who had kicked his ass so many times in the past and left him gasping for air at the end of every training session. However his face soon returned to it's serious demeanor as the reality of the situation was still present in his mind. Now was not the time for such jokes with lives likely being on the line. "You know better than that." He responded about her waiting for someone else. "I know you have some details so give me a quick run down."
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Apple was almost distracted by the delicious smell coming from the kitchen. They cooked stew! Her mind briefly wander to how good it would be to slurp some warm spicy stew in this kind of cold region. Anyway, she resisted it for now, job first. Apple must looks professional!

"Mister dwarf,,, Alfor?" Approaching the grizzled bar, Apple stood across the table where Alfor had been drinking his ale. Her eyes glanced at the scarred figure and noticed the armor behind his thick coat.

"You are already prepared for battle..." She was surprised by it, but then she recalled that in the mission sheet the requester said they would be willing to come along.

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Alfor's eyes slowly wandered from his son to the young girl approaching him. "Aye." Out came a deep grumble, sounding as if it came crawling out from some deep crevice in the earth's crust, rather than a man's throat. His body was motionless, and the mug of ale on the table was almost full, all the while other dwarves were already calling for refills. He let out a sigh, and suddenly the tavern, or at least that table, seemed to reach a similar freezing temperature as if they were outside again, for just the briefest moment. "Always." He squinted ever so slightly, taking note of the girl's appearance, not your typical city-going folk, it seemed. Out of place in the north sure, but not in the wilds. "Just like any wild beast, we've got to fight to survive out here." Up close, one might take notice of his equipment, including a heavy crossbow strapped to his back, as well as a pair of heavy handaxes hanging from his waist.

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"Aw, not even a 'high, how ya doin'?" Ymir said, kicking her legs. "That's harsh. But I suppose you are a gold rank now--no time for wasting on us silver denizens 'n all." She shook her head as she waved a hand. For all her theatrics she knew that wasn't the case. Titus was just so serious all the time, it kinda bugged her. Only ever focused on work and the people in that little church of his.

"I know you have some details so give me a quick run down."

See? Straight back to business.

"Well," Ymir sighed, waving her hand at one of the greener patches of grass nearby. The wind began to stir, rustling around it until something small and white swept into the air. "The quickest explanation is we're meant to be killing rabbits." With a flick of her wrist Ymir tossed the bone overhead into the alcove, bouncing a few times off the rocks before landing in front of the cave with a puff of dust.

After a heartbeat of silence, red eyes appeared in the darkness, and the unholy snarl that followed may well have ascended straight from the depths of hell. "Clients failed to mention they were of the carnivorous variety."

It left them in a prickly spot. Ymir had cleared most of the fields—the only reason they weren't littered in carcasses was the damn gremlins were also cannibals—but they'd made their nest in the cave, and she didn't do as well without a sky to fling them into.

"The cave network descends quite deep underground. I've already mapped out a few levels, and they don't appear to be present past the third." At this point, she was more interested in how far down it went. Deactivating the waystone, she dropped it back inside her bag and pulled out the map instead. "So here's how we do it. I'll scout the tunnels, and keep a watch out for traps. You handle the extermination of those little bloodsuckers." Raising her hands up, she paused.

"Oh right, remember I can't hear or speak to you from the other realm." The spirit reflected little but a vague notion of physical form. "It shouldn't be an issue. Just keep it in mind." With a clap and brief swirl of energy, her form shifted to silvery glass.

With Titus's acknowledgement, she started towards the mouth of the death bunny cave.
 
As, with a sudden rush of a wind, a tall , thin man was standing nearby..... he had gotten a call for a emergency- he didnt want to have helped out, so what was the problem? Zeno carefully looked over at the area assessing the situation. he spotted a Girl talking with a Mage he though was called Titus? The girl began to walk towards the front of the cave.

Sighing, he quickly conducted electricity into his hand, and formed it into a dagger which he threw nearby Ymir, blasting a small hole in the ground near her just to get her attention- He was annoyed- what was so wrong about a little cave?

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Aw, not even a 'high, how ya doin'? That's harsh. But I suppose you are a gold rank now--no time for wasting on us silver denizens 'n all."
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I'd agree with those sentiments in your position if this wasn't a distress mission." He began to contemplate due to her expression of exasperation at his seriousness, perhaps the others didn't see much of the normal him since he was mostly on missions or at the church. He was going to fix that from now on, he would spend one of his days of downtime at the guild and the other at the church. Maybe take more easy missions with coppers where he could relax... relatively. "We can chat and catch up over drinks on me when we get back to the guild, for now we focus on the mission. Fair?" He proposed, to fix his overly serious reputation he had to start somewhere.

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I got the quest info from Azalea... hmmm I'll need to talk with someone at the guild about that, employers are required to list that sort of information. Anyways I'll deal with the logistics later." Titus commented as he watched the horde of red eyes glaring at the. He would be relying on wide ranged attacks for the majority of this, and using his hammer when he recovered energy. Still they were just weaker rabbits, at least from his current assessment of the situation.

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The cave network descends quite deep underground. I've already mapped out a few levels, and they don't appear to be present past the third."
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Either they don't have a large enough population to go that far down yet, or something larger is lurking beneath they avoid either out of respect or fear. Regardless we still need to be on guard after clearing the first three levels." He quickly assessed.
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So here's how we do it. I'll scout the tunnels, and keep a watch out for traps. You handle the extermination of those little bloodsuckers."
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Sounds like a solid plan to me, make sure to report back if you see something out of the ordinary once we get beyond the third level."
She then reminded him of the fact she couldn't hear him while she was scouting, to which he nodded, giving her the OK to enter the cave.

Of course the unexpected occurred before she could fully head into the cave. Zeno appeared with an annoyed expression as he threw an exploding dagger. Of course it was this kid. Titus already felt the onset of a headache at dealing with him. "
Zeno that was uncalled for. You could have hurt her with that." He sternly reprimanded the boy, even if he was a healer he wouldn't tolerate anyone putting another person at risk. Zeno was then rather curt and rude with Ymir. Sure Titus himself didn't partake in the normal formalities this time, but the level of rudeness Zeno expressed was uncalled for. "Such a temper is uncalled for, if you do not wish to participate, don't. It's not worth the energy dealing with someone who doesn't want to help. We're dealing with a nest of carnivorous rabbits, something that Ymir and I can take care of. If you do intended on staying, and keeping your temper under control, then I suggest helping me clear them out with area of affect attacks." He expressed clearly, he had taken after Ashe in regards to his demeanor when commanding troops, and while Zeno was of equal rank, he would not suffer having to deal with this boy's attitude, even if that meant taking it up with the guild master at a later date. He turned to Ymir after addressing Zeno. "I'll take care of him, feel free to go and scout ahead."
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Zeno just shrugged at what Titus was saying, and was anaylzing the area- picking out targets, safe places to attack. He didnt like that fact that it was an open plains area. He did better in , where he could just sneakily attack people. He looked over at Titus, and just sighed as he began to build up lighting into his free hand, read to let it out "You take the left, ill take the right-"

Zeno`s current plan was to build up enough lightning power in his fist, then draw their attention to his and Titus so the girl could sneak off. He was a assassin, even if he did act a bit immature sometimes, Zeno was tactile, and he quickly found the largest area filled with bunnies, and turned his hand which was now full of electricity, towards this large chunk- he would have to let out this blast soon, otherwise he might suffer lasting injuries
 
Ok ok, he had a point with the distress mission. Ymir's exhasperation was a tad disproportionate, but was easily overshadowed by suprise as he offered to stay for drinks after. She may have blinked, staring a moment too long as she puzzled whether it was a joke, deciding that no, it wasn't his style.

But then neither is sticking around the guild to chat. Maybe he'd had a change of heart after becoming a gold rank. Looked back on his time and realised how quickly it went by.

Before Ymir could think too hard about it they were back onto business. She couldn't fault his reasoning of the situation, making their preparations easy to manage—she supposed that was always the upside of working with him.

"Just remember, I can't hear or speak to you while I'm in the spirit plane." Clapping her hands, she felt the sensations and sounds fade around her, until there was nothing left but distorted colours and static. Aware of the magic around her, she felt the arrival of another waystone a distance away. It seemed someone else had joined them.

Ymir didn't pay it much mind. Titus could fill them in, and they were more than capable of handling the mission without an extra anyway-

Blasted hells!

Ymir didn't so much hear the impact as feel it reverberate, leaving a shrill ring. Electricity was one of those funny things that, although it couldn't touch the spirit realm, somehow managed to leave an effect.

She swept a few feet away, turning on Titus with a feral look before recalling his affinity was fire.

Then who on earth...?

Recalling the newer presence, Ymir turned to where they'd teleported in. Only, expecting them to be a distance away, she froze upon coming face to face with yellow eyes.

Zeno, she recognised. Of all people to come it was none other than the guild's snarkiest speedster. The gold rank had a habit of appearing where others weren't expecting—a show of power she supposed (it was a lot worse when remembering his occupation). Floating herself higher in the air she scowled, eyes narrow.

Now there was someone she really didn't get along with. Through the distortion of reality she saw his mouth move. Saying something snide, no doubt. But, as she had explained to Titus earlier, sound didn't reach the spirit realm, and she silently revelled in hearing nothing. Titus was quick to intervene; gesturing in the edges her periphery. She was wordlessly grateful for having him to deal with Zeno instead.

Getting Titus's attention and gesturing that she would go ahead, Ymir turned and began descending towards the cave of carnivorous rabbits.

Out of the darkness, the tiny red eyes of evil grew ever more numerous.
 
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"Ah, then mister dwarf will go with us, right? Apple wants to see that bow in action!" Apple eyeing the crossbow on Alfor's back with curiousity. She had seen it a few times during her journey, but never seen it this close. She imagined herself would looks much cooler if she was able to wield that kind weapon.

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At was at this point that Alfor raised one eyebrow at the girl. "Like I mentioned in the request, I'll go if ya need me." He stated half-heartedly. She was a child, clearly at home in the wilds, but a child nonetheless. He was willing to go along with the adventurers if they required his skills or knowledge, but now he was unsure whether the endeavor was doomed for failure or not, if a mere child was what the guild offered. Frankly, the Dwarf wasn't particularly inclined to put his life on the line for the sake of a girl wishing to see him in action.

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1611908043217.png Titus ironically wasn't surprised by Ymir's surprise at his statement. He would certainly address it later, but for now they had a mission to attend to. However he was currently jealous of her ability to not have to hear others in the spirit realm, he longed for nothing more than blissful silence or the calming chants back at the temple. He noticed Ymir's gesturing that she was heading further in and he nodded back. "Alright we can head in now." He stated to Zeno who didn't waste any time charging up an attack or with fancy words, instead he merely claimed the right side of the cave and headed in. Titus had similar sentiments, and when Zeno wasn't talking he was honestly a pleasant person to work with as he was silent and down to business.

Titus himself had been slowly gathering power in preparation to unleash a large wave of fire. To empower his spell he began to pray to Seraphina in the ancient language of fire. "
Seraphina my goddess guide my hand. Guide my path so that it may glorify you. Guide my fire in the protection of others. Through me incinerate those who stand against you. Let those who sand against your church perish in the fires of your wrath. LET THY HOLY FIRE CONSUME THE EVIL BEFORE ME!!!" While it would be long in the common tongue, such a prayer was actually short and only took a few seconds to chant as the language of fire was explosively fast, those who didn't know it would merely here the sounds of different explosions. After his chant a large wave of fire shot through the horde of evil rabbits leaving the half on his side as charred bones. Since they were weak he wasn't concerned about heavy armor or fire resistance, and a basic spell with an invocation atop would be enough.

He looked to his side and noticed Zeno had almost finished all of his rabbits, he wasn't surprised he took a little longer since he was more focused on killing a single target swiftly whereas Titus was an all rounder regarding fire and healing. Still it didn't take Zeno long. Titus nodded to him as he prepared to head down to the second level.

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As zeno finally let out the powerful thunder blast, most of the bunnies on his side were obliterated, leaving him with just a few as he quickly stabbed through them finishing them. He nodded at titus as they proceeded the the next level, and sent a small blast of electricity for the bunnies that were already charging towards them. Then, he crossed his daggers together, and sent a beam of lightning right at the bunnies in the area, leaving nothing but dust in his wake as he started sweeping through the bunnies on his side, leaving the ones on the right for titus and he finished the last bunny in front of them both with a well-placed dagger strike, killing it instaniously, as he stood up, and faces Titus as he finished his last few bunnies. Satisfied, he gestured for titus to walk ahead to the 3rd layer of the mysterious dungeon.
 

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