Fantasy The Guildstone Chronicles ((Questing Thread))

[RatKing]

Ruvo Steelfeather
Location: Sigmar Outskirt
Mentions: Sylph Pseudo-nim Gaius Danius Griinia
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"Trine... Friend... Won't hurt... Yes?"

"Of course. We won't hurt your companion" he replied though truthfully he wasn't even sure if he could bring harm to Trine even if he wanted to given that the mist exuded from the creature seemed to harm things it came into contact with if the patches of dead grass and other plants were anything to go off of. Though curiously Artyx didn't seem affected.

"Unnatural... Something inside forest... Forcing plants... Grow too fast," "Clear vines... Speak villagers... Learn why..."

"Something deeper in the forest then huh?" he said listening to Artyx explain their thoughts of the situation just from what their cursory look. "Alright I suppose our plan is simple enough. Two of talk to the villagers and see what they know about the plants while the other two try clear the vines out" Strumming the strings of his lute in a simple but rhythmic tune Ruvo began to think who would be best suited for which task. Figuring Artyx would certainly better suited to removing plants that questioning villagers that would leave either Milby or Wizard to join the druid. While Ruvo did not quite know exactly what kind of magic Wizard had he was sure it would be better at removing plants than Milby's blade.

"Hey Milby, how would you like to help me ask the villagers some questions about the plants? With any luck we can get some useful information to be better prepared to defeat whatever evil lurks deep within the forest" he said hoping the way he phrased what would hopefully be just some simple question asking would be enticing enough that the chinchilla rogue may join him instead of running off and causing trouble with the other two while they were busy removing the plants.

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

The Wizard
Location: Sigmar Outskirts
Mentions: Sylph Pseudo-nim RatKing

The Wizard had simply been observing his party members while they came up with a course of action to follow. Though truthfully speaking, he just wasn't a good conversationalist. It would appear that much of the town had been absolutely covered by whatever had caused this violent overgrowth of plants. Scratching his fake beard in contemplation. The Wizard considered his next move. Artyx and her companion seemed to have taken it upon themselves to begin clearing the plantlife. Milby obviously desired to cut away at the foliage with her tiny blade. Ruvo was a bard, which would probably make him the best choice to speak to the other villagers. Information was the greatest weapon when faced with a great foe such as the mysterious force deep within the forest. When Ruvo suggested Milby accompany him while Artyx and The Wizard clipped back some weeds. The Wizard nodded his head stoically. Picking up the small Chinchilla and staring into her tiny eyes. The Wizard placed her on Ruvo's shoulder. "Go and retrieve whatever information the villagers have. The Wizard has this covered" said the confidant student of the arcane arts.

Ruvo had warned him previously that fire magic would pose an issue. With how much of the invading plants covered the village. A miscast could set everything ablaze. Which was fine since The Wizard was not a Pyromancer. At least, not ONLY a Pyromancer. Pulling a book from inside of his robes. The Wizard cleared his throat. Flipping through the pages of his tome with a furrowed brow. The Wizard stared at a single page for a few moments before appearing to be satisfied. "First Order Spell: Ray of Frost!" cried the magus as he held his staff over a cluster of vines. From the top of his staff, a blast of cold shot out onto the vines. Frost quickly formed over the plantlife, causing it to quickly wither and die. Repeating this action on a dozen more plants. The Wizard performed each casting with just as much dramatic affectation as the last. Soon he looked to be a machine, blasting away a low level frost spell as if he was combating a mighty enemy.

 

[Uasal]

Akeldama Vlad Aldea Mayer
Silver Rank Blade Dancer​

Akeldama was the first to leave the room, offering Vas'on a nod in agreement, the less time they had to spend with the gatekeeper the better but the half-blood had little hope in the town being any better for the two adventurers. At the very least she expected the inn would be charging a premium along with the rest of the towns amenities. Honestly, although Akel was more than used to seeing this kind of behaviour it always somewhat annoyed her. Especially when it involved Vas'on who was generally misunderstood at first glance anyway. Regardless, at least Akel still had her blade. That much was at least something.

Exiting the building Akel flinched at the sudden change of light but pushed through until she had made it to the other side of the town gate, waiting for Vas'on to join her patiently. The inn was only a stone's throw away from the gatehouse and was clearly open and already populated by a number of, what could be assumed, regulars. Lute and song could be heard from where Akel stood and the rhythmic dancing of feet inside were more than obvious to the vampire if no one else from this distance. When Vas'on finally rejoined Akel, the two made their way inside and as one could expect the dancing quickly came to a stop. Music quickly following.

No one said anything, at least not out loud. No, at least the townsfolk seemed to have the decency to whisper and mutter amongst themselves between long gazes. As the two ventured to the bar the music slowly came back to life and people began chatting as they did before though offering curious gazes semi-regularly. An elderly couple seeming particularly mind boggled at the sheer height of Vas'on but clearly meaning no harm. It was a far better reception than they had previously received at least.

The barman finished up pouring a patron a tankard of ale and soon approached the two, inviting them to sit at the bar "Come come, it's not often we get visitors here. Especially not as big as you haha! What are ya fella huh? 7 foot, practically a workhorse with those muscles your sporting! What can I get you we have ale or ale. Cider if you two are willing to share your story. 'specially you, pretty lady. Of course, if you don't mind that is. See I'm almost out of the cider so I can't just be giving it out, the regulars would complain! HAHA! Yeh, no matter the case take a seat there and rest your feet you must have had a long journey."

Akel was quick to take the barman up on his offer of a seat and just as quick to order an ale from him, lowering her hood as she did so out of respect for the establishment. "I'm Akeldama, Me and my companion here are from the Waystone Guild. Were here to investigate the missing person case. You know anything that might be of use to me?"

The Barkeeper toiled away at the wooden keg for a few seconds before producing a tankard of ale for Akel, taking a few coins from her before leaning on the bar with a cheerful smile "So it was you two who made the scene at the gate huh. Thought that was alright but didn't want to assume. You're on about the missing women, right? Eiii, what a terrible situation that is huh. Eleven now. What's the town coming to at all! I can share a few details with you for sure but I can't promise it'll be of any use."

Pondering for a moment the man looked to the window and then back to the patrons behind the two and finally back to the two adventurers themselves "Well! I suppose what most people are going around saying is that the lords took a turn to the darkside. ya know... turned vampire and all that. Now I'm not saying anyone's right or anyone's wrong but he has been acting shockin' strange this past year. Eyyy, he's locked himself up inside the estate and hasn't been seen at all during the daylight hours. The man left his fields to be worked by the townsfolk and as the rumours would have you believe he's almost like a hungry animal when you catch his eye. Now I'm sure that means very little to you both but it's a shockingly quick and drastic change in personality to those who know 'im. The man was a saint, always worked hard, talked to anyone about anything and was actually one of my best customers. Now he doesn't drink at all! NOW I'm not saying he was an alcoholic but he was fond of the drink! Ya know!"

Moving to fill another round for a table down the back the bar man continued "I can't tell you much other than that about him but I hear he still has dealings with the butcher, maybe you could talk to him about it. And if you're goin' could ya bring a bottle of cider with you, I'd deliver it myself but, well it's a bit busy."
Seraph Darkfire

 

[Key of Stars]

Leonidas Hood
Location: Lantana Port
Mentions: Sylph Uasal ​

Eiru's explanation on his family had been accurate, almost scarily so. For once Leonidas was happy that his father had never announced his disownment to the public, most likely because he thought his reputation would take a hit if it became public knowledge. Either way, to the public Leonard Hower was very much alive and a member of the Hower family which was probably the only reason Eiru hadn't figured out who he actually was right there and then.

That being the case and with this mission being far more dangerous than originally expected Leonidas strongly considered forgetting about using a fake name altogether and marching in there as Leonard Hower to demand an explanation, he might no longer have the Hower family ring but he still had an emblem stuffed somewhere in the depths of his bag of holding. He ultimately decided against it, his father was in charge of the swordplay academy but with the way things had been going lately, he wouldn't put it past fate to play yet another trick and have his father be present on that ship.

He wondered if his father would kill him in that scenario, probably not but he didn't doubt that whatever would happen to him wouldn't be pleasant. Ymir wouldn't be so lucky if they were to be caught by his father. He really hoped whoever was in charge of that ship didn't know about his disownment so he could always leverage his identity as a means of getting him and Ymir out of there safely.

"So you admit the Hower have something to do with this," He slowly shook his head. "Not something, everything."

"Where to from here, Sinbad?" He nodded. Talking about his past and what he intended to do after this mission would have to wait. For now, he had a job to do. Not as Leonard Hower or Leonidas Hood but as Sinbad Adventum, eccentric, and now thanks to Eiru, actually wealthy merchant from foreign soil.

He flashed a wide smile. "Well my dearest assistant, I've always been interested in the main merchant families of this wonderful country. So perhaps we should go and see if the fellows over there would allow us to go and have a chat with that vessel's owner, shall we?" Normally he would have had a very hard time trying not to burst out laughing at his own ridiculous choice of words. But, with the danger of failure weighing heavily on his mind it was strangely comforting to act eccentric and unaware. He pushed his way through the crowd to one of the guards surrounding the large ship.

"Say, you there." He started, pointing to the closest guard. "It's a wonderful morning is it not? Or is it already afternoon? I'm afraid I forgot my pocket watch at my estate a continent's away. You don't happen to know where I can acquire another one, do you? Money is not an issue." He raised the bag of gold and gave it a few subtle shakes. The guard shot him a glare. "I'm not here for idle chit-chat. Now leave."

Leonidas laughed loudly. "I see someone got out on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I'm terribly sorry for going on a tangent there my dear chap, I have a tendency to do so. I was wondering if you would be a pal and let me and my assistant here," He gestured to Ymir. "Go up on that wonderful vessel to have a friendly chat with its owner." He dramatically spread his hands and made a small bow. "You understand, even an accomplished merchant like myself has heard of the Hower family and I have a strong interest in their business. I'm always looking for respectable partners to do business with you see, I came here hoping to strike a rather profitable deal for both parties you understand." He spoke the last part with extra volume and followed it up with a loud shake of the bag filled with gold. Depending on which member of the family was in charge, that might be enough.

 

[Sylph]

Ymir
Location: Lantana Ports
Mentions: Key of Stars ​

"Not something, everything." He really was serious about it. She didn't know why the Hower name had such an effect, but Leo was more on edge than she'd ever seen--and seeing him on edge was unusual in the first place.

They'd be splitting from there it seemed. Ymir nodded down at Eiru, happy that at least one of them could keep an eye on things in case they went awry. "I'll raise both hands when we need that distraction," she said. She could pretend to stretch easily enough, or wave as if she saw someone familiar. "For now see if you can find somewhere that keeps us in sight. We'll see if we can't settle things peacefully." Leo was already ahead of them, talking to one of the guards that blocked the entrance to the waterside walks. Ymir saluted the witch farewell, unaware of a critical gaze examining the smaller figure from across the square.

"You understand, even an accomplished merchant like myself has heard of the Hower family and I have a strong interest in their business. I'm always looking for respectable partners to do business with you see, I came here hoping to strike a rather profitable deal for both parties you understand." And they were straight into it.

"My lord-" Ymir said, doing her best to look apologetic as she caught up with him at the guard post. She saw several watching the show from the rear bow of the ship, nudging each other with grins that screamed 'get a load of this guy'. Others were focused on the hefty bag he swung around, which she gingerly tugged out of his hands and covered with a bow. "I pray I don't ask too much by imploring that you consider discretion. I know this is not a problem back home, but please... the people here don't know your face."

They were close enough now that she could close her eyes and have the image appear in her mind. Ignoring the undulating mass of darkness beneath the bow--although almost anything could be hiding in it and she did not like being close enough to be dragged down--she focused on the vessel floating ahead of them. The monstrous size became apparent as she scanned over the three decks below. Plenty of crates and barrels and quite a empty few cells, materials for the voyage stuffed in the lowermost layers and enough cannons on the top deck to sink a warship--they were certainly as heavily guarded as one, and Ymir wondered if the increased security wasn't also to protect the port.

More importantly, she wasn't close enough to examine anything in detail. The guard stepped to the side as a cart trundled off the elevated docks onto sturdier ground. For a heartbeat Ymir wondered if she could get them to stop somehow--get a closer look, but a voice called down from the bow and she had to open her eyes to see who.

"Ahoy down there!" The guard glanced over his shoulder at the young man waving off from up high. They seemed more and more infuriated with the laid back attitudes of the merchants, though there was little to be done. "Why don't you and the pretty miss come on over?"

After a sour pause, the guard stepped aside to let them through.

"I'm terribly sorry." Ymir bowed again as she hurried past after Leo, realising a fatal flaw in the plan only after her feet hit the wooden planks of the pontoon. She had not actually stood above an ocean in a long time and the reality was much, much more prevalent in her mind than she thought it would be.

There are no krakens in shallows. There are no krakens in shallows--just the sharks, water slimes, flying fish, carnivorous coral--hatchling krakens? How did people know if they couldn't see? Her brow furrowed, trying to ignore the cold sweat at the back of her neck. Granted most of it couldn't leap that far out of the water and theoretically they wouldn't stay too close to a port, but that wasn't a certainty. Stranger things had happened and all she could see was bottomless black and the flash of silvery--nope.

She tore her gaze away from the nebulous surface, fixing them on the masts instead as she hurried a step or two behind Leo. Above the billowing crest of the Howers the crow's nest looked more comfortable than where she stood now. She'd much rather be up there, she decided. Away from where she was.

"I hear you're looking for business!" the merchant called as they approached. Their arm rested against the railing, sunlight glinting off one of their fingers. They wore a familiar smile, despite the sterner looks of the men around them, and Ymir frowned as she realised it reminded her of Leo's. Examining him for a moment longer she finally laid an arm over her chest, dipping into a bow as she closed her eyes once more. They should be close enough to the ship, though the constant distraction from the leaping waters made it difficult. "After anything in particular?"

"Perhaps you'd like to inspect the goods up close," Ymir muttered, low enough the winds couldn't carry it. It seemed like they'd let them. Ignoring the faceless people in her vision, she focused on the nearby crates for signs of anything amiss.

Milby
Location: Sigmar
Mentions: Pseudo-nim RatKing Gaius Danius Griinia ​

"Hey Milby, how would you like to help me ask the villagers some questions about the plants? With any luck we can get some useful information to be better prepared to defeat whatever evil lurks deep within the forest."

As always, Milby heard two words. "Evil?! Forest?!" She spun around from where she'd been reassuring Artyx that Trine would be perfectly safe with her--no silly plant would lay a leaf on them with this chinchilla around!--but before she could dash off to slay phantom foes she was picked up by the old and thus very small wizard, who placed her on Ruvo's shoulder.

"Go and retrieve whatever information the villagers have. The Wizard has this covered." Her bushy tail fluffed up, but before she could protest he turned to the nearest bunch of tangled vines. "First Order Spell: Ray of Frost!"

Ack! She leapt onto Ruvo's head, hiding behind a feathery tuft instead. Frozen water!

She decided the villager plan had merit after all. The only thing the chinchilla hated more than a singed pelt was a soggy one. "Alright Ruvo! We shall find the origin of these dastardly foes!" For it now it seemed the overgrown plants weren't fighting back. Nothing more than flora grown outside its usual borders--only closer to the village did the vines appear less natural, coalescing around certain parts of the wall. For Ruvo and Milby the nearest source of information appeared to be the camp outside the village. Perhaps they could ask the people there while the others cleared the fields.

 

[RatKing]

Ruvo Steelfeather
Location: Sigmar Outskirt
Mentions: Sylph​

“Evil?! Forest?!"

Ruvo let out a sigh. It seemed Milby had only heard those two words and was more eager than ever to charge in and start cutting down the overgrown plants. Though her excitement was cut short when The Wizard intercepted her and placed the chinchilla rogue on his shoulder.

"Go and retrieve whatever information the villagers have. The Wizard has this covered."

And with that The Wizard quickly got to work using some kind of ice magic to freeze away the plants in the immediate vicinity. Interestingly enough it seemed Milby was quite an averse to the cold and ice going off of their reaction.

"Alright Ruvo! We shall find the origin of these dastardly foes!"

Happy that Milby decided to join him and now with chinchilla nestled atop the crest of feathers on his head, the avian bard approached the makeshift camps outside the town’s walls. There appeared to be small groups of villagers milling about worriedly talking amongst each other. Figuring that any group would be as good as another and if not, they may know who they should talk to, Ruvo approached the nearest gathering of people.

“Excuse me, sorry for interrupting. We’re here from the Waystone Guild to handle the request that was put out to deal with the plants" he said motioning toward Milby. "Would any of you be able to answer some questions we have or know someone else that could?” He asked politely as he could

At first the group seemed taken off guard when Ruvo approached and inquired for information. After all it wasn’t everyday one saw a bird man with instrument in hand, but after a moment to take it all in one of them spoke up.

“Oh! Of course, uh well what kind of answers are you looking for?”

“Well, I guess to start when did the plants start growing out of control? And I suppose before it all started did you hear about anything strange happening outside of town?”

"The plants started growing like crazy about two weeks ago now. At first it looked like we could just cut away at them but the plants started growing faster and thicker, and we just couldn't keep up. As for anything weird happening before it all started, I can't say I think of anything. You guys remember anything?" they turned to ask their companions

"And how about you Milby? Do you have any questions?" he asked while the villagers briefly discussed amongst themselves if they remembered any strange things happening in the past.

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

[Location: Sangana Village]
{Interactions: Akeldama Uasal )

Vas'On stepped out of the building and looked at Akeldama with a sigh "Starting to think we should have taken the troll quest" he said grinning to let her know he was only joking as they headed over to the tavern. The reaction he got in the other building was much more normal, people stopping and staring was something he was used to in much more quantities than aggressive bigotry. Sometimes it was simply curiosity about his skin or strength, sometimes it was curiosity about his prowess in bed. Those requests always surprised him. Among orcs he might be considered somewhat attractive, but he supposed everyone had their tastes.

At the bar, the man was friendly, possibly even too friendly, but the half-breed wasn't one to begrudge someone friendliness "I'm Vas'On and I'm much stronger than a workhorse" he said chuckling "Tea if you've got it, or mead if you don't" he said setting his coins on the bar as the man talked began to talk about the recent changes to the town lord. As they'd been told before, he'd suddenly changed, becoming more reclusive during the day and more obviously predatorial? That part he didn't really understand. If someone was smart enough to hide their true nature, it didn't make much sense for them to be obvious about it at other times.

For a town that possibly had a vampire for a lord, people were quite open to talking about it. He'd been in oppressed villages and cities before and often times the people were skittish and reclusive in their own right.

He looked at Akeldama "The butchers. Why would a potential vampire need to spend time at the butchers? It was my belief that vampires drink fresh blood, and usually not from pigs or cows, though I will admit ignorance at the dietary restrictions of vampires" he looked at the barkeep "Bringing a bottle of cider for the information seems fair enough" he said grinning.​

 

[Starwalker123]

Logan Darkwind
Mentions everyone to the Quest thread.


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The tall man appeared close to the wizard but bent back into the shadows. Just the way he preferred it, where he would stay unless someone needed him. He would shadow the group, he would listen and learn and speak up when the time was right. He lurked near the wizard but off at a distance as he moved to join the group. He listened and watched the group. His hands where shaking he had one of those feelings

 

[Uasal]

Akeldama Vlad Aldea Mayer
Silver Rank Blade Dancer​

Akel sipped at her drink slowly as the barman worked away down the other side of the bar. With the two now reasonably alone for the first time since arrival Akel spoke softly to her companion, offering her own coin in place of his after he posed a question of his own "First let me say I'm sorry about what I said in the gatehouse. I'm not ashamed to be travelling with you nor would I ever hide my face as a result of your reputation or presumed reputation. If what I said hurt you I'm deeply sorry and I'll do whatever I must to regain your trust and respect."

Moving to lay down her tankard Akel's dead and hollow crimson eyes moved to glance the halfbreeds way, her expression still as lifeless as ever yet despite its lifeless facade a sadness could be felt if one focused enough on her features. "Regarding the butcher. It would make sense a newly turned vampire would turn to a butcher. You see Vampires don't just feed on humans, they can feed on practically any living beings blood bar that of those 'blessed' by a holy figure. For example an angle. That would be like drinking poison. The reason you hear of Vampires feeding on humans and elves more so than others is actually more to do with hunger over actual nutritional value. It's rather hard to explain... A vampire could survive on sheep's blood for the rest of their life but no matter how much they feed on sheep blood they will forever be hungry. They would not starve but rather would suffer hungering pains. Human blood however states hunger and drinking elven blood is more akin to drug use than actual feeding per se. In fact, elven blood is rather addictive and the repercussions of crashing are intense indeed. Why this is I cannot say but it's very common for vampires to feed on animal blood between their feasting on humans. It's more economical really, killing a human every day is inviting trouble after all."

Shifting her hood back over her head Akel finished the remainder of her drink and returned it to the bar before moving to a stand "Swine blood is rather revolting to vampires so if the count has ordered a large supply of lamb or mutton that's at least a good indicator they may be some truth to the rumours. But in saying that. I'm certain the count if he is a vampire, has only recently turned. I'll explain more after we speak with the butcher and secure a room for ourselves"
Seraph Darkfire

 

[Pseudo-nim]

Artyx Bernum
Mentions: Gaius Danius Griinia RatKing Sylph ​

Giving her party members a quick nod of affirmation, Artyx and Trine joined the Wizard in clearing out the massive tangle of vines. Where the spellcaster cut through the wall with frost and pressure, Artyx simply touched the plant life and watched as her magic withered away the web of flora from the buildings, keeping the structures intact and releasing them from nature's grasp. The very nature of a Druid is the ever encompassing connection they had with the wide and expansive network of plant life. Where one tree grows, it was connected to thousands of saplings. This shared array of living beings was both a blessing and curse, for Artyx's magic was meant to take advantage of such. Her magic spread like a disease, infecting one root and spreading into the complex system that made up a forest. Should she decide that the destruction of a section was necessary, it would come like a blight upon the land, visibly dying in seconds.

She passed by the village in silence like a phantom, the necrotic mist following her destroying the thick vines that clutched onto the buildings. Ominous to some, but her version was far more focused towards nature than people and their artificial objects. The magic was meant to decay and destroy the very thing she protected, yet it was done so with control and precision. Actively avoiding the natural growth, it was targeting parts of the plant life that were tampered with. Unnatural curvatures and obvious use of magic meant to cause a sudden surge of growth from clearly young seedlings were trimmed and destroyed, returning it to its more natural shape for the plant's age. While Artyx worked in silence, Trine moved towards the wall of vines alongside the Wizard where his more potent miasma rotted away the thorns and bramble in quick order. Where Artyx was precise and controlled, Trine's very presence eradicated with impunity, removing chunks of the forest by charging through the brush with reckless abandon. The massive Primal Beast carved a path with his body as the cancer of overgrowth screamed in silence, only heard by the Druid in passing before continuing her work. Such a deed may not seem like much for the Wizard, but a tinge of regret ran through Artyx as the green wall of leaves and vines disintegrated into gray, dead wisps of ash. But even more was the resolution to find what was responsible for this affront of balance to nature.

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

[Location: Sangana Village]
{Interactions: Akeldama Uasal )

Vas'On leaned closer to her after she started speaking to him "There is no need to apologize" he said before his hand reached forwards and he flicked her forehead "Akeldama, you are one of the few beings on this world that I consider a close friend, I've been around you long enough to understand how you interact with other people and I would never begrudge you some unkind words" he chuckled as he sat back "I'm aware you have your own reasons for hiding your face" he then waved his hand "I think the only thing that would really hurt me, emotionally speaking, would be if you one day decided I wasn't strong enough to fight you, then we'd have a right proper brawl so I could prove you wrong" he grinned at her.

As she explained about drinking animal blood as a survival system he nodded "It is like feeding criminals gruel in prison. It isn't tasty or pleasant to have, but it'll do its job and keep you alive" he sighed "I don't think I'd enjoy being a vampire. All you can drink is blood?" he shook his head "No proper way to live. It is nice to have variety, meats and vegetables, teas, meads, ales" his stomach grumbled slightly "and drugs, I don't even know why others are so obsessed with addling their minds"

He knocked back his own drink and stood "A room would be nice, a good staging area, though lets hope they have sturdy beds. Very few places take into mind my size and weight when considering design. Which is odd given how often adventurers are prone to breaking their beds through various activities anyway, and we should grab something to eat on the way" he waved the bartended to get that cider he'd promised to deliver.​

 

[Key of Stars]

Leonidas Hood
Location: Lantana Ports
Mentions: Sylph ​

"I pray I don't ask too much by imploring that you consider discretion. I know this is not a problem back home, but please... the people here don't know your face." Leonidas laughed a hearty laugh. "Not yet, Yama." He corrected, holding up his hand. "Soon enough this continent will speak of my name as well."

"Ahoy down there! Why don't you and the pretty miss come on over?" Leonidas smiled, giving the guard a jovial smack on his shoulder. "Wonderful talking to you chap." He steadily made his way up the gangway and planted his shoes on the deck of the ship with a smile. He had quite a bit of experience on ships not unlike the one he was currently standing on and he was weirdly thrilled to be standing on one again. Leonidas's legs automatically adjusted to the ever so slight sway that was almost unnoticeable due to the sheer size of the ship and the calm water it was currently docked in allowing him to walk across the deck without the slightest stumble.

It didn't escape his notice that Ymir looked uncomfortable ever since they set foot on the ship but with their current identities it would look suspicious if he helped her too much so all he could do to show his support was give her a small concealed smile and nod.

"I hear you're looking for business!" Leonidas's eyes slid past the man's fingers and for a moment his smile disappeared before reappearing just as fast. He didn't recognize the man in front of him, which wasn't all too surprising given that he had only ever met a few of his cousins, but the man was definitely a Hower from the ring on his finger. "Certainly so! You'll have to forgive me for not making a formal appointment but surely you understand we merchants can't let a chance to do business go to waste."

"Ah," He started with a small bow. "It seems I have forgotten to introduce myself. Sinbad Adventum, adventurer and merchant across the continents. It's a pleasure to meet you lord..." He purposefully trailed off which the man picked up on. "Isaiah, Isaiah Hower." The name didn't really ring any bells for Leonidas, he vaguely remembered hearing the name before but no specifics came to mind.

"And the pretty lady behind you is?" Leonidas inwardly sneered and bit back a 'none of your business' while outwardly smiling. "That would be my trusty assistant Yama. I assure you she's more than just a pretty face, she's been my assistant for more than a couple of years now." Isaiah smiled and nodded. "I don't doubt that."

"After anything in particular?" Leonidas tapped his chin in thought for a moment for the show before Ymir leaned in and muttered something. "A wonderful suggestion Yama." He turned back to Isaiah. "I would rather like to observe some of your products up close. I'm highly interested in seeing the quality I've heard so much about in person." He suggested with a wide smile. "That won't be a problem, will it?"

 

[Uasal]

Akeldama Vlad Aldea Mayer
Silver Rank Blade Dancer
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Akel was relieved when Vas'on revealed he hadn't taken offence to her words at the gatehouse, her relief soon morphed however into a sense of pride when Vas'on further elaborated on how he felt in relation to their current relationship. It was good to know Vas'on felt the same way about her as she did about him and that going forward she could take comfort in this confirmation. After all Vampires didn't often have all that many friends and Akel was a good example of that, sure she had companions within the guild but that was different. When Vas'on moved to stand Akel did the same, moving to follow close behind the man.

As the two left Vas'on grabbed the cider and was quick to change the topic to that of the inn. In all honesty, Akel had very little hope that the inn could accommodate Vas'on and his own words only went to solidify such thoughts. They couldn't really go camp outside the city either. No that would be considered rude and if another kidnapping were to happen they'd be too far to react on time. Perhaps Vas'on could sleep on the floor in his bedroll... although practical that may prove demeaning. As Akel thought on the subject Vas'on made a quiet throwaway remark regarding inn's and their bedding situation in relation to adventures. The remark immediately threw Akel's thoughts to the side and had she blood flowing through her veins she likely would have blushed but instead, she quietly turned looked to her feet as she followed the halfbreed down the cobbled stone path without a word.

Soon the two arrived outside the butcher's shop and were greeted promptly by a rather obtuse man in a bloodied apron far too small for his size "We sell, beef, pork, mutton and chicken. If ya want duck or game you'll have to head out to the hunter's shack beyond the walls. We have an agreement ya see! So, by the looks of this big fella, I assume you'll be wanting a large portion of protein eh!"
Seraph Darkfire

 

[Sylph]

Milby
Location: Sigmar Camp
Mentions: RatKing Gaius Danius Griinia Pseudo-nim Starwalker123 ​

The chinchilla sat atop Ruvo's head, ears pricked forward as she listened as the villagers started talking all at once, half towards them and half amongst themselves. "Well it was the yellow haze first." The one Ruvo spoke to said. "Like I said, happened about two weeks ago, like a big cloud of dust, but all yellow. Caused a few bad coughing fits, but we thought that'd be all. Then these bloody weeds start showing up." He gestured out to one of the fields, where several villagers were working around a patch of yellow bushes. "In the fields, farms, forest as well. We took the ones out near our crops, but... 'bout a week ago the bastards started flowering."

The chinchilla's ears swiveled around as she heard others talking. "It's not as bad as when the river broke though. We had to make camp uphill. Lost the whole harvest."

"--then there was Old Gill--anyway, he must have been real tired one day cause he didn't wash himself off before sleeping. Can't say I'd be none too happy sleeping like that, but they had to cut him out of his tent the next morning. Old Betra was furious--"

"Right right--need to keep them away from the food storage. Seems wherever those nasty things pop up the next day the entire forest's moved in."

Milby lost the train of conversation as they returned to speaking more amongst themselves. The one Ruvo had spoken to first turned to them. "If it's not too much, there's a number of places where it's out of our hands." He listed them off for the strange duo, heedless of the questions and curious looks of the other villagers. "At the moment we're hands full with keeping them away from the camp, but if you can clear out the place we might be able to manage better from there."

Spoiler: Listed Locations

Farmhouse: 0/1
Windmill: 0/1
Houses: 0/4
Fields: 0/3
[One area may be cleared per post.]

Ymir
Location: Lantana Port
Mentions: Key of Stars ​

"I would rather like to observe some of your products up close. I'm highly interested in seeing the quality I've heard so much about in person. That won't be a problem, will it?"

"No?" Isaiah laughed, gesturing to the sword at Leo's side. "If my eyes doesn't fail me, that's already genuine Hower article you're hanging on to there, Sinbad. I recognise the form anywhere, though it appears the guard's been damaged." He waved someone over and gave them a brief order, his smile not quite reaching his eyes as he turned back to them. "Must say I haven't heard the Adventum name before."

Ymir, who had been absorbed in the contents of a crate nearby, opened her eyes to interject.

"We operate in the waters of the frozen north," she said. Her hands linked in front of her as she straightened. It wouldn't come across well for Leo to have to defend his own name. "For the most part we provide for the Calixte family of Aestir, however the current climate in the north has choked many of the land routes. The Voland in particular have been struggling to source arms suited to their style of combat. "

Isaiah smiled, but his focus didn't appear to be her words. "You don't seem to be faring well."

Not at all. She smiled faintly. "I confess, though I do assist in organising I do not usually travel this far myself. The change in weather from the north has been... taxing."

"I see." He turned away, but didn't inquire further as a sailor brought over several weapons. "Well we'd be honoured to establish a trade with Aestir. I have heard the Voland use a one-handed style, much like our own." Isaiah presented one of the blades to Leo for inspection. Ymir's eyes slid shut as the boat lurched ever-so-slightly under her feet. When she opened them Leo appeared fine, looking the part of an enigmatic noble as he moved about with ease. His apparent comfort with the vessel did give some credence to the claims Ymir made.

"You must have some experience in combat, being from the north," Isaiah said, the doubt in his eyes easing somewhat into a curious gleam. "I've heard tales of the ruthless conditions one faces up there."

Spoiler: Hower In Port

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[Rumble Fish]

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The scent of the butcher shop had attracted the attention of the beast that was currently striding down the cobblestone street, towering over practically everyone she passed. Willow did not pay the stares any mind and kept her hawkish eyes on her goal. She had been travelling for days and had ran out of rations yesterday, leaving her quite ravenous. Approaching the butcher shop. She lowered her hood to talk to the man. At this point in her life, Willow did not care for how others would react to her presence. There were many races of creatures, but Willow had not seen another one of her kind since she was a cub. So she assumed nobody else had either. Given everything the beast had been through, nothing could surprise her anymore.

“Got venison?” the beast rumbled towards the butcher. Being a strict carnivore was not ideal when you did not have a frequent access to food but eating anything other than flesh was unknown to Willow. Wulvers typically only ate fish, and Willow herself sold fish on-and-off. But the salmon runs had done their course so any other meat would need to suffice for now. She did flash a look at the woman and orc but did not give them much mind. She wanted to get some food and go. “If no, then just whatever beef y’got.” She burred.

Mentions: Uasal Seraph Darkfire

 

[RatKing]

Ruvo Steelfeather
Location: Sigmar Outskirt
Mentions: Sylph Pseudo-nim Gaius Danius Griinia Starwalker123
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Ruvo listened closely as the group of villagers explained the sighting of a strange yellow dust cloud that rolled over the town two weeks ago. It seemed whatever the cloud may have been it was likely responsible for starting the rampant plant growth while the yellow bushes and blooming spread and hastened the overgrowth even more. Then to cap it all off according to one of the villagers the river had broken through destroying several fields of crops and ruining the harvest.

"If it's not too much, there's a number of places where it's out of our hands." "At the moment we're hands full with keeping them away from the camp, but if you can clear out the place we might be able to manage better from there."

“Don’t worry, it is not too much to ask” he assured taking a mental note of the listed locations. “Aside from us two, we have a few others with us that are here to help clear out the plants too. One of them is an expert with plants and nature and another is well versed in magic. Im sure between the two they will be able to figure out what that yellow haze is and how to stop these plants.” he said looking over in the distance toward the other two guild members glad that they had come along.

In truth Ruvo felt a little out of his comfort zone with this quest. His magic was not particularly suited for plant removal as he had honed it instead for specific utility purposes rather than destructive ones and his physique and previous experience as a carpenter didn’t lend itself to pulling up and hacking away at plants for hours on end. But at the same time it was clear these people needed all the help they could get even if he could only offer a little on his part.

Thanking the villagers for the information they could offer and letting them know where they could find him if anything else came to mind, Ruvo started to make his way back to the druid and wizard duo who were already at work removing plants in the vicinity.

“Milby and I were able to learn some information about the plants. It started two weeks ago after a yellow dust cloud covered the town. After that the plants started growing out of control. They also said some of the plants had bloomed last week if that matters. Any of that remind you two of anything?”

“Oh! And the villagers asked us to focus our plant clearing efforts at the farm house, windmill, a few of the fields, and the houses to help them manage better”

 

[Rumble Fish]

After receiving a small sack of assorted meats, Willow made her way back out and into the countryside, carrying the sack in her jaws while padding on all fours. Her only plan for the day now was to go back to her den and wire into this before spending the night fishing. Or trying to at least. It had been getting harder lately. The Wulver grumbled something under her breath as she walked. This kind of life could be a little monotonous at times, but it was still better than being in the fighting pit. Willow’s hackles bristled at the memories. Under her cloak and around her neck, her back was riddled with scars and her neck was littered with old burns from that wretched silver thorned collar they would force her to wear. Willow sighed deeply at the memory before trying to shake them out of her head.

But before she could continue walking, a strong scent assaulted her snout. Her black nose twitched as she turned her head towards the source. It smelled… like flora that had died weeks ago. Frowning, the beast stood upright for a better view. Her hackles bristled and she felt prickles along the back of her neck. There was a town nearby, one Willow had seen before, but something seemed off about it now. Something seemed to be wrong. Surely it was none of her business. But at the same time, she had given fish to several of the lower income households within that town before. During the night of course, Willow did not want any real attention from the citizens. She should just go back to her hollow and eat. Someone else would deal with it, surely? But… the beast sighed. If she walked by, and then something happened, she would never forgive herself.

With a huff, Willow turned around and made her way towards the town. The closer she got, the stronger the scent it became. Through the fog of flora, several more scents became clear. It was then she spotted a small gathering of people. Taking in a deep breath, the beast approached them, putting her food to the side and standing at her full 9ft height. “What is going on here?” Willow burrs with a stoic look, hoping she’d be told it was none of her business and to leave.

Mentions: RatKing Sylph Gaius Danius Griinia Starwalker123

 

[Key of Stars]

Leonidas Hood
Location: Lantana Port
Mentions: Sylph ​

"If my eyes don't fail me, that's already genuine Hower article you're hanging on to there, Sinbad. I recognise the form anywhere, though it appears the guard's been damaged." Leonidas glanced at Ymir before smiling. "You're very observant sir Isaiah," A bit too observant for my liking. "I was fortunate enough to purchase this beautiful piece of weaponry on one of my many trips as an adventurer before I came to be a merchant you see."

He quickly ran his thumb over the handle of the weapon. "The guard got damaged because of a rather unfortunate sequence of events on one of my many voyages." Yes, an unfortunate sequence of events, scraping a knife over the Hower crest in anger until it wasn't visible anymore seated on a public bench rather than a grand vessel out on an adventure.

"Must say I haven't heard the Adventum name before." He laughed warmly. "I'm afraid I haven't had the chance to make my name well-known around these parts yet." He took a small step back and allowed Ymir to explain what was, at least as far as he was concerned, a very convincingly made-up lie about the Adventum name. He nodded sharply. "A wonderful overview of the current situation, thank you Yama."

"You don't seem to be faring well." Leonidas simple nodded along with Ymir while she gave her answer. "She usually stays at the estate, handling matters back there you see. But after several years of being my assistant, I found myself thinking it was ridiculous that an employee of mine, one of the greatest adventurers in the north, had never gone on a trip beyond the continent she was born on." He smiled. "The weather and travel have been hard on her, as it would be on anyone inexperienced with extended periods of travel by ship, I'm sure you can agree."

"Well we'd be honoured to establish a trade with Aestir. I have heard the Voland use a one-handed style, much like our own." Leonidas took the blade from Isaiah with a nod. "Yes, the Voland style is a rather intriguing sword style. Though personally, I think it is a bit overly ceremonious of a style, efficiency is everything in a fight, wouldn't you agree?" He inspected the blade in his hands, pretending to pay extra attention to some details. He was pretty skilled in observing and appraising weapons but was hardly in the mood to admire the craftmanship of the blade in his hands right now. "It really is a wonderful piece of weaponry, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a piece of art."

"You must have some experience in combat, being from the north," He chuckled. "Certainly, I'm not carrying this piece of craftmanship purely for decoration. Though that would have probably saved the guard from being damaged." He said with a rueful smile.

"I've heard tales of the ruthless conditions one faces up there." Leonidas gave a sharp nod. "The conditions up in the north will make anyone stay on edge certainly." He waved Ymir over with a finger and handed her the sword in his hands. "Forgive me for assuming but it seems you are quite interested in the fighting style of those from the north sir Isaiah."

"I would be willing to demonstrate if you so desire. Perhaps through a friendly spar?" The words were out before Leonidas had time to really think them over. "Of course I realize that my suggestion is hardly appropriate so feel free to forget I ever spoke the words." He had been so driven by the thought of beating up a Hower that he had even forgotten a single crucial detail, the only sword style he was actually skilled in was the Hower sword style. Please do forget about them.

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

The Wizard
Location: Sigmar Farmhouse
Mentions: Sylph Pseudo-nim RatKing

The Wizard just finished up freezing another cluster of plants when his furry and feathered compatriots returned with more intel. "A yellow cloud? The Wizard has no idea. Mayhaps it is the work of an alchemist, testing their newest concoction. It could be the work of another druid even. Even plant type monsters are not out of the question. However that is all The Wizard can currently add to this topic. He must return to the fray in order to subdue the invasive plants" said The Wizard, gesturing toward the farmhouse. He believed that a larger target would be better suited to his particular skills at the moment. Parting ways with his companions for the second time in the day. The Wizard solemnly marched toward the farmhouse. Forming a crescent blade from ice atop the head of his staff. He used his makeshift scythe to cut through any leftover plants that blocked his way. Finding that he was barred from entry by a growth blocking the door. A fire spell would just set the house ablaze. Whilst an ice spell would simply cover it up and would require too much force to shatter. The Wizard decided that he would try one of the original spells he had been working on. It was still in the development phase and needed more refinement. Yet it was all he had on hand to use.

"Wizard Original Spell: Flashfreeze Heat-Ring!" uttered The Wizard as he used his staff to supercool a small ring in the air in front of him. Straining his brain to keep the ring as small as he could manage. He then used his free hand to superheat it. The chilled air began to rapidly expand with the increasing heat. This caused a small explosion to occur before his eyes, blasting the door open. Taking a moment to collect himself after such a risky experiment. The Wizard stepped inside the house and was shocked to see it so overgrown with plants. "Second Order Spell: Ignition" murmured The Wizard as he began to touch the vines one after another. While Ruvo had warned him not to use any flashy fire magic. The Wizard decided to use a more controlled flame to deal with the plants. Unlike with his original spell. He was much more confident in his control of this regular spell. Slowly but surely, the plants were reduced to ashes. Having cleared the flames. The Wizard came across a bunch of wildflowers atop one of the growths. Collecting them for further research at a later date. He finished off the last plant and exited the farmhouse.

 

[Pseudo-nim]

Artyx Bernum
Mentions: RatKing Sylph Gaius Danius Griinia ​

Observing Trine's progress towards the forest, Ruvo's mentions of a yellow cloud had briefly caught her attention. It wasn't uncommon for plants or even druids to employ tactics resembling natural effects. Her own mists could attest to that. While she held the deadly miasma towards plant life, it was not rampant or indiscriminate. Controlled in many ways, what she saw here was clearly a widespread tactic instead of a way to jump start a dying ecosystem, as most druids do to keep their homes flourishing. Taught to scrutinize and consider the actions of tampering with the delicate balance of nature itself, her necrotic mist was meant to control overgrowth and uncontrolled expansion. This was unnatural and with the information her party members shared to both her and The Wizard, it would be prudent for her to investigate these places of interest.

"Understood," she answered, walking past them towards the fields. "Kill crops... restore next."

Reaching one of the fields, a snap of her fingers had Trine's massive ursine body materialize beside her. She'll need his wide scale ability to spread his blight onto the affected crops. Crouching down to touch the offending plant life that spread its invasive roots through the field, she gestured for Trine to sniff it to see what they were specifically targeting. After snorting the affirmative, Trine raised himself to his hind legs and took in a long, deep breath. Slamming his body down, a wave of necrotic energy surged underground into the roots while a breath of concentrated miasma flew across the fields, turning the crops into withering dust, ensuring that the overgrown weeds of this strange phenomena was properly ended. Once done, Artyx stepped forward and exerted the life giving force every Druid was capable of, slamming her staff to restore the destroyed crops to their original growth, with a far healthier luster in their vines now that the invasive vines did not steal their nutrients.

 

[Sylph]

Milby
Location: Sigmar
Mentions: Rumble Fish RatKing Pseudo-nim Gaius Danius Griinia Starwalker123 ​

"What is going on here?”

To most groups the appearance of a hulking Wulver would be cause for concern, but the envoy from the guild didn't appear overly surprised. With the necrotic Trine looming behind Artyx and the latter half of their group falling somewhere between a feathered bipedal and a loud-mouthed rodent, it was only a matter of course that curious folk would stop by to see what happened.

Milby had perked when the new voice spoke in a low rumble. She turned with Ruvo to see the towering figure cut out part of the sky. Despite her size the chinchilla didn't seem the least bit daunted, puffing out her chest as she drew her sword as she drew her sword to declare. "We are a part of the mighty guild, here to vanquish the evil vines of SIgmar!"

The chinchilla's position atop Ruvo's head was the only reason she was visible at all above the carpet of tangled vines and grass. Upon leaping off the bard Milby effectively disappeared into the sea of green, only the rustle of leaves and undergrowth showing her unsubtle path towards the windmill. Ruvo, ever the more sensible of the two, returned to the group to report his findings.

“Milby and I were able to learn some information about the plants." If Willow were to listen, she'd no doubt be able to glean the gist of the situation. The group didn't appear to mind her presence. "It started two weeks ago after a yellow dust cloud covered the town. After that the plants started growing out of control. They also said some of the plants had bloomed last week if that matters. Any of that remind you two of anything?”

The second smallest, dressed in wizardly robes and carrying what looked to be a walking stick--though secretly a vessel of arcane power--nodded along."...it could be the work of another druid even. Even plant type monsters are not out of the question..."

"Understood." The more taciturn Artyx moved past them. Her analysis came to fruition in a few simple words, which showed little of the true reasoning behind her thoughts. "Kill crops... restore next."

They split off to begin working in various areas, Artyx to the fields and Wizard towards the farmhouse. Though the latter was successful in reducing the vines to ash, as he left the farmhouse with several wildflowers in hand he'd notice the surrounding plant life begin to reach for the yellow blossoms, vines winding up his arm as if to strangle it. It was around that point a familiar screech filled the air from the windmill.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

The pitch rose and fell as Milby shot across the plains. Passing unknowingly by Logan she nearly brought the tidal wave of plants and brambles on top of him, the sapient flora crashing after her as she dashed away, clouds of yellow dust shaking free of her pollen-clogged fur.

Spoiler: Listed Locations

Farmhouse: 1/1
Windmill: 0/1
Houses: 0/4
Fields: 1/3
Milby: 0/1
[One area may be cleared per post.]

 

[RatKing]

Ruvo Steelfeather
Location: Sigmar
Mentions: Rumble Fish Sylph Pseudo-nim Gaius Danius Griinia Starwalker123
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Ruvo turned around to find the source of the heavy footsteps that were approaching the group. Before him stood a large wolf like figure that towered over the bard by a good few feet and had an intimidating appearance to them, though their quick inquiry about what was going on with the town implied they probably only wanted to help or at least learn about the overgrown plants.

"We are a part of the mighty guild, here to vanquish the evil vines of Sigmar!"

As usual Milby was always quick to boast and describe their actions as theatrically as they could and while it did slightly explain who they were it did not answer the wulver's question. But just before Ruvo could say anything the chinchilla hopped off from their perch on his head and ran off in the direction of the windmill. Letting out a sigh he decided to deliver the information the villagers had given him figuring that calling after Milby to hold still wouldn't sway her from running off excitedly to cut down some plants.

Judging from the answers he received, The Wizard could only guess what the yellow cloud was and if Artyx knew they were more focused on cleaning out the plants at the specified locations than explaining their knowledge. It wasn't ideal, but they at least had somewhere concrete to start with their help. Perhaps after all the plants were cleared out they could all reconvene to plan their next action.

"Well, that is all that we know about what is going on here" he said to Willow while fixing the feathers Milby flattened down during their time sitting on his head. "I'm not going to ask you that you help out, but we certainly won't turn down any extra help we can get. There are a lot of areas to clear out and the more hands the better, you know?" walking and talking toward the yet cleared out houses the bard hoped the stranger would agree to help him remove the plants, but if not he wouldn't blame them.

 

[Sylph]

Ymir
Location: Lantana Port
Mentions: Uasal Key of Stars ​

"You're very observant sir Isaiah."

Indeed. Like Leo the merchant seemed to have an attunement to state of others. Ymir frowned to herself as Leo spun more made-up stories and she continued to examine the materials below deck. She might've preferred to ambush an envoy after all; based on what she saw she doubted it would be successful, but at least they wouldn't have to deal with the stupidly perceptive merchants.

"She usually stays at the estate, handling matters back there you see." She blinked at Leo's explanation, grinning in faint amusement. Leo, the vagabond poet, as an state owner seemed about as far fetched as her managing one. She stepped over as Leo gestured, taking the sword out of his hands and giving it a cursory glance. Knowing what to look for she could see the similarities, though not what made it better than any other lump of metal people swung around. Closing her eyes a deeper examination turned nothing up. Whatever they were bringing in it wasn't in the weaponry--she had a good idea of where anyway.

"Forgive me for assuming but it seems you are quite interested in the fighting style of those from the north sir Isaiah. I would be willing to demonstrate if you so desire. Perhaps through a friendly spar?" Her cordial smile dropped off as she shot Leo an alarmed look. He seemed to have already realised it himself, waving a hand, though what possessed him to ask something like that was beyond her. His specialty was in anything but confrontation. "Of course I realize that my suggestion is hardly appropriate so feel free to forget I ever spoke the words."

"Not at all!" Isaiah laughed, moving past them as he stopped in front of Ymir to retrieve the high end blade. "Why don't you two accompany me to the place I'll be staying?" Isaiah said, handing it off to one of his men. "I'm sure we could discuss further arrangements there."

Uh-huh, no. Ymir blinked, staring straight through the Hower in front of her. That wasn't good at all. They were liable to be seen through if things dragged on, and the more people saw them the better chance it would be someone they knew. The ship creaking beneath them made her tense all over again, glancing at Leo as she stretched her hands above her head. "It would be nice to rest," she said quietly, shooting a discreet glance towards the shore.

Eiru you better have something up your sleeve. At least they seemed to be getting off the boat. She was all too eager to be away from the undulating mass beneath them, and whatever horrifying mysteries it held. "Unfortunately we do have an order of business to take care of after this," she said, moving to follow Isaiah with a glance back at Leo. Get ready. "If our plans do move forward we will be sure to contact you."

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

The Wizard
Location: Milby
Mentions: Sylph Pseudo-nim RatKing

The Wizard had left the farmhouse with his prize in hand. Perhaps Artyx would be able to tell him the purpose of this plant. Since it grew atop the sentient plant life. It may have magical properties. As a proper Wizard, he had to use all means available to cultivate his power. His next stop would be to assist Milby. As her untimely death due to excess bravado would interfere in his questing plants. However right as he was about to place his flowers within the bag provided by the guild. His arm was suddenly bound by the snakelike tendrils of a nearby plant. Feeling the tight hold begin to close off the circulation from his limb. The Wizard quickly dropped his staff in order to use his free hand. Grabbing at the vines that held his arm. He quickly began the incantation for a flame spell. "Second Order Spell: Ignite!" uttered the magus as he set the plants aflame. Breaking free and taking a step back. The Wizard rationalized that the yellow blossoms must have some value to the plants. Storing them inside of his bag. He attempted to pick up his trusty staff. Unfortunately he soon found it in the mitts of those darned vines. Before his very eyes, his treasured weapon was broken. The very first Wizard Staff he had ever owned. Claimed from the depths of the mysterious forest beyond the bounds of the guild. Feeling something break inside of him. The Wizard fell silent.

The surrounding plantlife took this opportunity to reach for the bag which contained his flowers. It may have believed the caster to be weaker without his catalyst. Though that was operating under the assumption there was a high leveled sentience to these plants. With his staff shattered by such an inferior foe. The Wizard felt a burning rage building inside of him. That rage was soon tempered by a cold tranquility. Moments before the plants came near enough to snatch his bag. The Wizard began chanting with more mana buildup than before. "Third Order Spell: Fireball" said the serious looking mage. A sphere of orange flames formed in the center of the largest cluster of plants. Within milliseconds, it grew to the size of a house in size. Its flames would be enough to char bones. Though strangely enough the blaze did not spread despite the abundance of plantlife. The Wizard had continously trained himself to the brink of exhaustion to ensure control of his flames. Ruvo had placed his faith in the Wizards control of such explosive magic. Willing the miniature inferno away. The Wizard soon met up with Milby.

"I detest these plants"

 

[Uasal]

In all honesty, Eiru spent more time wandering aimlessly around the dock than she did watch her guildmates from a distance. It was boring, I mean sure it was funny to watch Ymir stumble to a fro constantly checking the water only to make herself feel even worse but that too grew boring after some time. So Clair had to entertain herself while her team went about inspecting the ship in the unbreakable disguises. At first she simply perused the market stalls and commented on the quality of fish to fishermen far more educated than herself on the matter. Then she went about looking at some jewelry, opting to buy a small bracelet along with a small birdcage ornately decorated, an item she had plans to use later in the day. Finally, she went about inquiring as to if anyone had seen shrouded figures moving in the night around the docks. Of course many said they hadn't but there were a few that had tall claims Eiru almost immediately dismissed. All in all it was a proactive waiting experience, and as Ymir stood with her arms raised high Eiru moved to enact her distraction.

Coming up the gangway with the guard in tow shouting profanity her way Eiru moved onto the main deck of the ship brushing past her two teammates to stand afront the man she assumed was in charge "Oi, can you call your little guard dog off me already his whimpering is driving me nuts!" Turning to wave the man away like one might a dog Eiru let out a sigh "Let's cut to the chase, are you in charge here? If so I take it you know me and of my skills in enchanting and scribing. Listen I'm not going to bullshit you, I hate military types like you, but I've got n ancient weapon here and I need it appraised and bought. It's at least grade A if not S or above. Are you interested or not? I believe the Huburt Guild is also interested in these kinds of arms. I'd like to get there before dark if you're not buying".

Before the man could talk Eiru Reached into her bag of holding and retrieved the sword in question.


Raising the sword Eiru moved to pass it to Isaiah "Be careful not to cut yourself, the blade is enchanted to not only cut flesh but also one's soul itself. Very tricky business. Anywho I want it pawned off its an eyesore. You buying?"

Sylph Key of Stars​