Fantasy The Hunter’s Inn || Monster Hunting RP [OPEN]

[Maxxob]

Adolphus
Location: Guild Hall Bar
Interactions: Meg Lost Echo / Percival Genii / Ramirez Gwenymoo / Xenophon Pokeking
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From the reaction of the girl about possible resurrections, the armor clad titan assumed she had never experienced it. Hopefully, she wouldn’t need to use that particular service, so to speak. But the man had too many experiences in combat and knew fully well that it could come at any point, be it during combat or from a knife thrusted into someone’s back. If she could have seen his face when she mentioned the name ‘Herne’, she would have seen his eyebrow twitch, ever so slightly. His order believed that the Miracle was the only worthy of worship, being proven again and again by the very spells that he had seen first hand. The truth of the matter, however, could be something very different.

“I am pleased to meet you, Meg. Whatever you need help with, if it is within my grasp, you can count on me. If it isn’t, I am sure our colleagues will manage it” - the man answered her, his grave voice warmed a tiny bit. Now they were companions on the same guild and, as per contract, they are supposed to help each other. But surely, to the crusader, he would do the same if they weren’t - “And, of course, I will be counting on you as well” - the man smiled behind his helmet. Turning back to the table where he had noticed the unique trio previously, he saw the smaller man waving in their direction or, at the very least, towards one of them.

“Perhaps it would be a good idea to start meeting the others” - he commented, as much as to himself as to the half-elf girl, and started making his way towards their table. Stopping about two paces from it, he pointed at an empty space on one of the benches - “I am Adolphus Avittus. May I sit down?” - he asked, not addressing himself to any of the three in particular.

 

[Lost Echo]

Meg
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Early Morning
Location: Colby, Guildhall, Stan’s Table then beside Percival's table
Interaction(s): Genii (Stan) Maxxob (Adolphus) Pokeking (Xenophon) Genii (Percival) Gwenymoo (Ramirez)
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Ah, good. Honor meant enough to him to lie about it, at the very least. “But of course,” she answered easily, knowing to keep enough weight to it, for it to seem true. She was willing, of course, her doubts were only in the possibility of her making enough of a difference. But for small things, of course she would.

She nodded, curtsied goodbye to Stan and followed the armored knight. His…girth kept her from immediately noticing his direction, but by then it was too late. She was going to meet the bull. Silently, she bit the inside of her cheek, tasting blood. It was best to get it over with. Her ears were like that of a cow’s anyway. She’d never figured out at what point one wasn’t a monster. Just that she hadn’t reached it. Part of her hoped this job would have clarified that, instead of this.

Still, in for a penny, she stepped out from behind her companion and smiled for them both, “And I am Meg. Who are you three?” Her gaze was merely curious as it brushed over the group.

 

[Pokeking]

Xenophon yios Calix​

Location: Guild Hall
Interactions: Ramirez ( Gwenymoo ), Adolphus ( Maxxob ), Meg ( Lost Echo )
Reactions: Percival ( Genii )

Xenophon was grateful that Beryl accepted his will. Yes, hopefully it will never be opened. If it is though, I hope that those here will not lament. I want to be remembered fondly that I died a warrior's death.

While he sat down and has his meal, he observed that the two new arrivals had also signed up. It pleased him that more had joined because it meant that they could possibly accomplish more. Ramirez had asked how he slept. The minotaur replied, "I slept..." he remembered the fond dream "...nicely." The heavily armored man was getting close. He observed that Percival seemed nervous but wasn't definitely sure since he didn't know the young knight well. Xenophon's reaction was a polite nod, "I would be honored." From Adolphus to Meg, "Please."

The minotaur introduced himself, "I am Xenophon yios Calix, but informally called Xenophon." I will only be called Xen by family or close friends or a beloved should I find him. "I am an Aldebaran minotaur," he told the new comrades but to especially Meg. He wasn't sure if it would be understand what that meant so he clarified, "That means we have remained civilized. Our distant kin in Asterion have not. They are without honor." He decided against going into greater detail given mixed company. However, if they were well traveled, they might have heard the stories of their unbridled barbarity. Asterion minotaurs probably believe we are the dishonored ones because we chose to leave and live with what they disgustingly called "lesser races". At no point did any of Xenophon's people wish to return. They were happy in Aldebaran and felt enriched.

 

[Genii]

Stan crammed Meg’s rolled up scroll in with all the others, before grabbing his box and hauling it over to the bar.

“We’ve got more new recruits.” The Bard informed Barry excitedly as he dumped his stationery on the counter. He received a grumpy grumble back from the Barman.

“Cheer up Barry. Who knows, maybe you’ll make a friend?” Stan grinned down at the dispassionate Dwarf before turning to look around the hall. “Speaking of which…” He spotted Fain sat alone at a table and started heading over.

Stan & Barry
Location: Guildhall

soulofeden

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Percival looked less nervous, perhaps as he’d seen the armoured man sign up to the guild. That meant he wasn’t here to…

“I’m Percival. I’m…” The Teen hesitated. He hadn’t actually thought up a decent backstory yet. “-also new to the guild. I signed up yesterday.”

Colin the cook approached to dish up two (very generous) plates of breakfast for Meg and Adolphus, whether they were hungry or not.

“Did you travel far to get here?” Percy asked the newcomers, once the four armed giant (Colin) went on his way.

Percival
Location: Guildhall

Gwenymoo Lost Echo Pokeking Maxxob

((So far; eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits and bananas have been mentioned - but feel free to improvise what’s for breakfast (and any other meal really). ))

 

[Lost Echo]

Meg

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Early Morning
Location: Colby, Guildhall, Percival’s Table
Interaction(s): Genii (Percival and Colin) Maxxob (Adolphus) Pokeking (Xenophon) Gwenymoo (Rameriz)​

Meg slid into one of the seats, surprised at how awkward it felt to be lower, eye level with patrons, of which she was one, she supposed. The bull spoke. This should not have been a surprise. He was clothed and walked on two legs. Why not speak too? He rattled off a series of sounds that blurred together before getting informal with a shorter string. Zen-o-fon. Zen-a-fon. Oh no, already she wasn’t sure which was correct.

He continued with his nationality--well, she knew he wasn’t from around here--and his species? For all she could tell, men-a-tor might be his occupation. It certainly sounded fearsome enough. She realized, after a moment that he was talking to her specifically. Oh, he wanted Adolphus to hear, but he was telling her. Was…was he implying what she thought it was implying? No. She couldn’t help but reach up to brush her hair back in place, conveniently re-covering her ears. No, her sire was an elf…or something. Not something like that. She was human! At least half.

He clarified with fancy words to tell her he too wasn’t monstrous. She couldn’t believe he had any human in him. Maybe his ancestors did. The kin he distanced himself from, perhaps? Her heart-ached at the thought of the women who started that line. His line. But it doesn’t matter who your parents were; all that matters is what kind of parent you will be. She could not judge him for the pain his monstrous ancestors caused those human women.

Taking a deep breath, she purposefully relaxed her shoulders, before smiling at the bull. The bull, not a monster, just an animal. Maybe. “Thank you, I guess my ignorance showed, huh?” She liked animals.

The tension was cut by the arrival of a man who smelled like he might be the cook himself. “Exactly what I needed dear man,” She laughed, shifting out of the way for him to ladle his eggs and then sausage. As she went back to her original posture, she brushed one of his arms and said, “Thank you,” quieter, but more sincere for it.

As she immediately dug in, picking up a small loaf of bread to tear and scoop up the eggs with, the knight, Percival--what a noble name--spoke up. “What a coincidence! I had worried I’d be the only new one. And now I have two equally new friends to figure things out with together.” With a smile, she turned to include Adolphus in the statement.

She ate efficiently, not speaking with her mouth full, but using every silence to swallow another bite. It was a habit of someone who usually had very little time to eat. She had to cover her mouth as she laughed and quickly swallowed when she heard his question, “Oh no. I’ve never left Colby.” She choked out, coughing slightly. Where was some ale when you needed it?

 

[Gwenymoo]

"I am Ramirez," the man beamed at the newcomers "I've been working ere a couple of years now, I'm practically the furniture." He laughed loudly. "I'm happy ta help if you need advice or have questions. Is my job ta keep you newbies safe and happy."

Location - Guild Hall, Percy's Table
Lost Echo Maxxob Genii Pokeking

 

[Maxxob]

Adolphus
Location: Guild Hall Bar
Interactions: Xenophon Pokeking / Percival Genii / Ramirez Gwenymoo
Reactions: Meg Lost Echo
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The steel titan nodded as with the words from the bovine being and sat down on the bench, on the opposite side of the curious being. The wooden object creaked, in an almost pleading whimper asking not to be put in such situation, under the weight, not only from the man, but the added weight of his heavy armor, shield and mace. While his helmet did a job of concealing who his attention was directed at, Adolphus listened closely to Xenophon’s introduction and explanation about his own race.

“I’ve never met your kind before” - he commented, in his usual austere tone. The closest being he had come in contact before were centaurs, but even then their similarities were only a few - “... those kicks really packed some serious force” - he thought to himself, his wanting to get into a brawl with them only growing in his mind. In fact, looking at the minotaur in front of him really sparked his interest to know, factually, exactly how strong he was. Adolphus removed the shield from his left arm, setting it on the ground, resting against his steel greaves.

His left hand then moved towards his hand, to take off his right gauntlet, and invite Xenophon for an arm-wrestling. But as he started to do so, his stomach grumbled. His desire to get into some kind of action was stopped short by his hunger. The man had managed to poach a small rabbit the previous night and that was it. The sound of his stomach was only potentialized by his own steel fortress, making it echo and be broadcasted to those around him. And, right on time, a plate of a humongous amount of food was placed in front of him. Ahhh… the sweet smell of it brought memories of the good old days rushing through the mind of the crusader.

His then left hand moved to his helmet, pushing the visor upwards as to give him means of consuming the delicious looking breakfast in front of him - “Thank you” - he said, looking at the man who had delivered him from hunger. His mouth now exposed, a luscious black beard with a few white hairs on display. But, before touching the fork in front of him to eat, he joined hands, linking his fingers and holding them in front of his face. His elbows used the table for support and his head was lowered, looking at nothing specific - “Benedictum sit Miraculum tuum in tanta messe. Hoc servus tuus impleat voluntatem tuam” - the man muttered, in a low voice, and, when done, he took the fork in his right hand and stabbed a sausage with it, throwing it fully inside his mouth.

The delicious taste of it spread throughout his mouth, it was cooked to his exact preference. Although, with how famine the man was, any cooking would have done the trick. After swallowing it, he looked at Meg, nodding at her statement, agreeing with a small smile on his lips. He then started working on the eggs and kept eating, until his plate was fully empty. The man clearly was a fast eater. Upon hearing the young man’s question, he remembered what kind of long journey he had before reaching the city of Colby - “I came from the very west of the continent. It took me many days to reach this city. It was an… interesting trip” - he answered the young knight, directing his gaze towards him.

Upon hearing the words of the bigger man, Ramirez, the steel wall nodded towards him, giving him also a genuine smile, before his left hand reached into his visor and closed it once again - “A veteran… I will be counting on your judgement in the quests to come”

 

[Genii]

West of the continent…? Percival should have paid more attention to Sir Henry’s cartography lessons.

“It took me a while to get here too.” He said to Adolphus. “-even longer if I hadn’t brought Sam with me.” He added, but neglected to explain who Sam actually was.

“Really?” Percival was surprised to hear Meg had never left Colby. He didn’t get out much either, but he had accompanied his Father to some of the larger cities in the Hartlands. He’d even been a guest at a few of the neighbouring Kingdoms too.

He reached for his goblet of milk and politely offered it to Meg as she spluttered. “So Colby is your home? I suppose you know the city inside out then. Perhaps you’d be so kind as to show us around some time?”

Percival
Location: Guildhall

Maxxob Lost Echo Gwenymoo Pokeking

 

[soulofeden]

Stan crammed Meg’s rolled up scroll in with all the others, before grabbing his box and hauling it over to the bar.

“We’ve got more new recruits.” The Bard informed Barry excitedly as he dumped his stationery on the counter. He received a grumpy grumble back from the Barman.

“Cheer up Barry. Who knows, maybe you’ll make a friend?” Stan grinned down at the dispassionate Dwarf before turning to look around the hall. “Speaking of which…” He spotted Fain sat alone at a table and started heading over.

Stan & Barry
Location: Guildhall

soulofeden

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Percival looked less nervous, perhaps as he’d seen the armoured man sign up to the guild. That meant he wasn’t here to…

“I’m Percival. I’m…” The Teen hesitated. He hadn’t actually thought up a decent backstory yet. “-also new to the guild. I signed up yesterday.”

Colin the cook approached to dish up two (very generous) plates of breakfast for Meg and Adolphus, whether they were hungry or not.

“Did you travel far to get here?” Percy asked the newcomers, once the four armed giant (Colin) went on his way.

Percival
Location: Guildhall

Gwenymoo Lost Echo Pokeking Maxxob

((So far; eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits and bananas have been mentioned - but feel free to improvise what’s for breakfast (and any other meal really). ))

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the chameleon

Fain had been staring at her dish, only halfway cleaned, but she wasn't actually looking at the eggs and meat that lay soaking in their own juices on the clay plate. Instead, she was reflecting on what the remainder of the day would hold, and how she could tie her previous experiences into better preparing for the new adventure.

What am I so nervous about? Tasks have never put me on edge before. I've gotten a flutter or two before taking something worth quite a bit, certainly, but this...

This made her chest tighten anxiously. Was it because she was relying on other people to handle the quest with her? She'd always worked alone; perhaps it was the company of other Hunters that was making her nervous about it. Or perhaps it was some sort of intuition that she couldn't place her finger on? Were her Inquisitive senses warning her about something that was to come?

Movement heading towards her made her tear herself out of her pondering, and when she saw that Stan was approaching her -- presumably to sit with her -- she swallowed the yolky bite of egg that she'd just popped into her mouth and hadn't bothered to chew, and it went down so hard that she almost choked. She shoved the half-eaten plate of food away from her quickly, sliding it to the side of the table and out of her immediate presence.

What the hell is wrong with me? Zivilyn, help me!

Her throat ached from the force of the solid egg bite, and she had to fight the urge to instinctively rub it. Instead, she drew her thumb across her bottom lip, brushed a lock of hair away from her face that had escaped from her braid, and sat back in her chair with her legs crossed, putting on a casual air.

"Good morning, Sir Bard. What brings you over to my table?"

She uncrossed and re-crossed her legs -- stop it! -- and dug her fingernails into her palm to covertly scold herself.

"Are you looking forward to escorting the Professor to the Ruins today?"

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[Genii]

“Good morning to you too, M’lady.” Stan greeted Fain with a theatrical bow.

“Ugh - am I ever. I’m just looking forward to being outside to be honest.” The Bard grabbed a chair and span it around before straddling it. “I swear, Beryl keeps me locked up in here like a princess in a tower.”

“It’s good to get some fresh air once in a wh-“ As if on cue, the Bard was interrupted by the most horrendous fart, which went on for an awkwardly long time. Stan could only wait while whoever was responsible ran out of wind, before he got the chance to speak to Fain again.

“….............. well, that was beautiful. Shall we get going?” He suggested, thumbing backwards to the exit doors.

Stan
Location: Guildhall

soulofeden

 

[soulofeden]

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FAIN

the chameleon

Fain felt her cheeks heat up in secondhand embarrassment at the rude outburst, but other than that, she didn't even acknowledge it -- she simply stood and pushed the chair backwards as she did so. Without a second look at the plate of food, she slung her shortbow over her shoulder and said,

"Very well. Let's go collect the minotaur."

She decided to take the lead and walked over to the table with the three other Hunters, expecting that Stan would follow her. She smiled and nodded at the group.

"Please excuse my intrusion. Sir--"

she began, addressing Xenophon directly now,

"--we are going to accompany you on the quest to the Ruins. I believe that we were planning on departing now if you're ready -- if you aren't, you are welcome to catch up with us later and meet us at the city gates with Professor Hatkins. There isn't any urgency at all; I just thought that I might extend the invitation."

She pressed her thumb against the top of her index finger on the same hand and popped the knuckle.

"I'm sure you're already familiar with Stan -- my name is Fain. Will you be joining us?"

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[Maxxob]

Adolphus
Interactions: Fain soulofeden / Meg Lost Echo / Barry Genii
Reactions: Meg Lost Echo
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The man when retracted in his thoughts, deciding what to do next, when the fair maiden with long, white hair approached and directed herself towards his taurine fellow hunter. What brought him back to reality was when the same female mentioned a quest and, what appeared to be, an open invitation to however was interested in participating in it. First his hunger was satiated by the ever-so-generous cook and, now, his desire to already get used with his new ‘job’ presented itself. How could he ever dream of refusing such an offer? Clearly that was nothing short of the Miracle’s blessing.

“A pleasure to meet your acquaintance. I am Adolphus Avittus…” - the armored crusader directed himself towards the white-haired female, facing her - “... if that is an open invitation, I would be more than glad to join this incursion” - the giant finished, grabbing the shield that was resting against his greaves and attaching it, once again, to his left arm. Getting up from the bench he was sitting on, the fanged mace, which previously was strapped to his belt, could be seen already in his right hand.

That was the perfect opportunity, in more ways than one, as he would be able to see what his new comrades could do, what to expect of them and in exactly what he could be of assistance. While he waited for a confirmation of the slender white-haired figure, he looked towards the half-breed girl, Meg. Her iconic ears were nowhere to be seen: did she cover them under her voluminous golden hair? The index finger of his right hand started to tap against the metallic handle of his mace, creating low pinging sounds. Such a unique aspect gone, in a blink of an eye - “Such a pity” - he thought to himself - “Are you joining, Meg? It may be a good way to get started…” - “... in the head bashing business” - he thought, but kept to himself. The order did its best and tamed the man as much as they could, but it simply wasn’t enough.

“I just need to grab my flask with the bartender, I am not the best when dry” - he said, once again, towards the white-haired woman, before making his way towards the bar counter and talking with the annoyed-looking dwarf - “Good sir, I am embarking in my very first mission and a little alcohol to go would make it perfect” - the steel-clad wall muttered, peering into the dwarf’s very soul, expecting him to take care of such a need with the flask he had left it at the counter at an earlier moment.

 

[Lost Echo]

The final man seemed overly cheerful. If his job was to watch the newbies, did that mean he was very good at protecting a group of people or just not good enough to go on the higher-level hunts? He seemed as good a choice of a chaperone as any. Her gaze skimmed the other hunters starting their day. Cheerful was better than the alternative. She nodded her agreement to Adolphus she added, “It’s good to know who to go to. Because I will have questions.”

She willingly took the cup from Percival--imagine that, a noble handing her something--and washed down the food, listening and wondering how far a day’s travel was. She couldn’t imagine multiple days. It sounded exhausting. At the man’s question, she put down the milk, smiling, her face still slightly red from choking. “Well, I can’t say I know the type of places that you would be used to, but tell me what you want to see and I’m sure I can show you it here in Colby.”

Stan returned with a woman who was incredibly beautiful. Was she an elf? Fae? Real? But then she saw her eyes. Ah. It seemed she had come to the right place without meaning to. This was a place for monsters. Still, Meg turned with a smile (it was easier than with the bu-men a tor) as she spoke. She was already joining the men-a-tor on a quest and had invited them. “Well, I’d certainly prefer a group to start with,” she spoke slowly, trying to consider “but, well, to be clear, the ruins are outside of the wall?” She felt like a child being offered the moonshine they made in the back. Diving in beyond her capabilities. “Then I’ll have to say I prefer a large group.” She was going to die.

Genii (Percival & Stan)
Pokeking (Xenophon)
soulofeden (Fain)
Maxxob (Adolphus)
Gwenymoo (Ramirez)

 

[Astrophil]

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Calixto and Arthagus
Interactions: Each Other
Location: Random Woods

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The duo walks in silence, marching their way through the woodlands. Everything here appears the same, and it's starting to get boring for Calixto. His back longs for something more comfortable, his tongue craves something delicious to eat, and his throat is too dry to the point his spit couldn't moisten it. He hates human interaction unless he deems them worthy. His only regret was leaving the tavern without having something to eat or drink-damn his filth-hating curse for driving him away from it all. His dried tongue swirls in his mouth, desperately seeking some moisture. Without speaking much to his companion, the little griffin turns its head to the man. Arthagus notice how distressed his human caretaker appears to be. Letting out a few clicks of its beak to gain Calixto's attention, which Calixto quickly gave. "Yes, little friend?" Bringing his hand around to gentle stroke through his friend's feathers. The affection causes Arthagus's throat to rumble with a satisfied purr. Calixto regrets many things, but finding and befriending this little guy wasn't one of them. Now, he wasn't alone on his adventure. Arthagus was the best second worst decision throughout his lifetime. Leaving his home was the first best-worst decision. A small woot in reply left the griffin. Cal tilts his head in curiosity; if only he could speak to animals. Something he wished he could do as a kid.

"Something you're trying to say?" His brows raise, and his smile drops. "Did you insult me, Arthagus? After all that? Of me breaking you out and giving you a name? You dare to insult me?" Calixto's face was one of disappointment. However, the lightness of his words and the glint of his eyes tell another story. The man was only teasing the griffin, and with a few exciting hoots in response, Arthagus was in on the little fun. Cupping Arthagus's cheek with his close hand, and twirls his thumb under the creature's chin. Arthagus gives Calixto's pinky a couple of live nibbles. The Nephilim lightly pushes his companion closer to the side of his head. The side of his face came in contact with the fur and feathers of his beloved friend. Warmth covers the proximity of his face. Steadily, his eyelids fell. He could not only fear the purring but the quickened heartbeat of the griffin as well. Inhaling and exhaling, Calixto felt calm for once. His unknowingly tensed body releases with warmth filling him almost instantly. His ears were only available to hear the griffin's heartbeat and purr. He could feel the rhythm of his heart and Arthagus, but their hearts followed a different beat. Calixto, being the stingy man he usually was, didn't mind. His ears not only sought to hear the bird's heart but listened in on the exhaling and inhaling actions of the lungs.

Hmm, even their breathing was on a separate path. It hurts Calixto, internally, I mean. He felt selfish that despite them being close, they were still dissimilar. He adores Arthagus, and he could feel the bird feel the same. His hands glide down to the griffin's side, his fingers going along for the ride as the griffin's sides steadily rise and then fall. He hums in delight, and his fingers tingle from the softness of Arthagus's fur. Gradually, his eyelids lifted from covering his eyes. The side effects of the journey being shoved back down into his mind. He was quiet, listening to the soothing sounds his feathered friend was offering. Feeling the smaller head settling on his. The throat now pressed against his ear. Only for the small moment to be ruined when both their stomachs rumbled in hunger, which made him stop in his tracks. "How selfish of me," his voice was soft, "I forgot to find you some food." It's unclear if he was talking to his stomach or Arthagus'. It's a possibility that he could be talking about the griffin. He turned his head to partially bury it into Arthagus' side with a heavenly smile appearing on his face. "Do you know how to hunt for yourself, little friend? Or do you need my assistance?" He was slightly upset the moment between them was gone. Nevertheless, it's a matter that needs to be solved.

Calixto gently removes the griffin from his shoulders and cradles it with one arm. "Let's find a river for us to drink from, yes?" The smile never did leave his face. Earning the beak clicks in return-his smile grew wider. Back to silence, the Calixto and Arthagus trek deeper into the forest in search of something to drink. His legs move quickly, desperately seeking a water source. Cal's legs were tired, but he ignored his needs for Arthagus'. Cal brought his other arm around the griffin-shielding him from the elements and the vegetation growing wildly. He was close to giving up hope and wanted to take a break. Close he was to stopping there to rest for a while. The griffin's wiggling snapped him out of his depressing thought. The man's arms loosen to allow wiggle room for the griffin, who proceeds to leap out of the man's arms. Arthagus lands on the ground with a soft thump and looks back to his companion with his bright blue eyes. After a few seconds of locking eyes, Arthagus dashes off into the brambles, with Calixto chasing after him. "Arthy?!? Where are you going?!?" He called out. He gains no reply-only the sound of the griffin shoving its way forward. "Artha-" he started to call out, only for him to trip and his mouth filled with cold water. A small splash occurred due to the interaction between man and water.

To make it more embarrassing for him, Arthagus jumps on his head and proceeds to plop his rump on Cal's head. Calixto wasn't arguing, as his mouth was drinking the refreshing water. A couple of more seconds went by, and now he was done. He removes Arthagus from his head, cradling the thing in his arms. Rubbing his face against Arthagus's, who was purring with the amount of attention he was getting. "You're so smart, Arthy! A beautiful genius!" Calixto showered the griffin with compliments, with Arthagus's tongue sticking out to the side and looking rather derpy. "Anyway," holding the griffin in front of him to look him in the eyes, "I'm not pleased with that attempted drowning." Arthagus gives him a slow blink and wiggles his front legs in Cal's direction. Hypnotized by the cuteness, Cal resumes the hugging stage. "We can discuss that later," he'll forget about it, "but right now, you deserve a reward." Unbeknownst to them, their hearts started beating as one, and their breathing followed a similar road. Now, the two are no longer strangers. They just become a bonded duo-of caretaker and familiar.​

 

[Pokeking]

Xenophon yios Calix​

Location: Guild Hall
Interactions: Adolphus ( Maxxob ), Meg ( Lost Echo ), Fain ( soulofeden ), Stan ( Genii )

Xenophon said, "Oh, pardon. I joined yesterday. I am here for my older brother because he and my sister-in-law were expecting but I expect that the baby would have been born by now. I did not waste time. As soon as I entered Colby, I came straight here. Nearly a month at sea and then two weeks of travel by foot."

He observed Adolphus take off his gauntlet and regard him oddly. Xenophon tilted his head. Does he want to arm wrestle? Doubtful there's time. He had regularly arm wrestled guards when they were all on break. However, he full body wrestled more. Tunics off, gauntlets and greaves off, sandals off. Two bodies tussling as if they were in the coliseum.

Xenophon was nearly done when Fain came over. Leave now? All right then. He guzzled down the rest of the coffee. He opened his satchel and put the biscuit in there just in case he got hungry later on. He might have to share. He rose to his height of 5'10". This was from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head but not including his horns. His brother was 6'2". 17 inch biceps as opposed to Altair's 18 inch arms. Both brothers had broad shoulders thanks to a good bloodline and years of training. Although Xen did not take the oath to be a guard, he trained with the cadets just the same. It was a benefit of being a son of the Captain of the Guard and of residing in the manor.

Xenophon paused. Two more with us for the Ruins? "I am grateful for your company along with Stan and Fain and myself to accompany Professor Hatkins to the Ruins. He studied the window. I could probably do without the cloak. He unsnapped the brooch and placed his cloak in his sack next to his scrolls of parchment. He then affixed the brooch to his belt. "I am ready. It would look bad if we kept the Professor waiting."

 

[Gwenymoo]

Ramirez stood up picking up his metal slab of a sword and affixed it to the strap upon his armoured back. "We're still missing one member, hopefully they havnt slept in. A lamia you said Percy?" The hunter was rearing to go to make the most of the day light they had, he didn't want to leave anyone behind but they had a client to help.

Location - guild hall
Genii (Percival & Stan)
Pokeking (Xenophon)
soulofeden (Fain)
Maxxob (Adolphus)
redraider

 

[Genii]

“I’m joining Ramirez on a quest.” Percival spoke to Meg. “-assisting a farmer just outside of the city… it’s not exactly what I had in mind for my first quest, but…” The Guild Master had other ideas and told him to stick with Ramirez - his new 6'5 nanny.

“If you would prefer not to go beyond the wall… you are more than welcome join us?” The Teen offered, moments before Ramirez stood and began preparing to leave.

“Yes, that’s what Stan said, though... I’m not sure what a Lamia is exactly?” Percival responded to Ramirez as he rose from the bench. He'd kept an eye on the bar, but hadn't spotted anyone waiting there yet.



“I don’t mind. The more the merrier, I say.” Stan smiled from behind Fain. More people mean’t less money, but personally he was just tagging along for the experience, and a chance to see all these new Hunters in action.


Over at the bar, Barry nodded and proceeded to fill Adolphus’ flask with something he called, “-‘Fighting Spirit’… used ter drink this down the mines in Nelunduhr… ‘elps yer see better in the dark.” He spoke in his usual gravelly grumble, holding the filled flask out to the Rookie once it was ready. “… n’less yer overdo it, o’ course.”


Percival, Stan & Barry
Location: Guildhall

Maxxob Gwenymoo Lost Echo Pokeking soulofeden

redraider DualDragons ((Still happy to join?))

 

[Lost Echo]

Time to go. At least she had an excellent meal before dying. Beyond the wall. She hadn’t been beyond the city gates. What was she thinking? The memory, almost sensory of his gaze--yeah. She could probably get through laying with one, but she knew where that path lay. No one would marry something like her. Death it was.

She stood, finishing off her milk--a rare sweet treat. Nobles. And automatically started gathering the dishes, leaving Percival and Rameriz’s if they had not obviously finished. She realized her mistake a second too late but rolled with it. “I’ll join you in a mo’” She left her staff leaning against her bench, to head into the back, the heat guiding her to the kitchen. She easily avoided the large creature, unsurprised the more noticeable monsters were regulated to the back. Still, they seemed as tame as she, and Herne knew she wouldn’t want to get on the bad side of a cook. She placed the dishes with another noticeable pile, making sure of its stability. “I’m afraid I can’t help with the washin’. They’ve signed me up for a quest already--beyond the wall!” She wiped her hands on her apron, then grinned impishly, “But I couldn’t have asked for a finer final meal.” With a curtsy, she spun around, leaving the kitchen.

Like she’d expected the group was still there, though Ramirez had stood, joining the giants around her. Percival grabbed her attention and she had to suppress a smile. Ah, boys. Of course he’d want the death option. He should be happy Beryl accepted him at all--he may have been a late bloomer like her, but Meg was pretty sure he lied about his age. Then again, “I know as little about farming as I do ruins.”

The veteran hunter spoke of a third joining them--something called a La-mi-ah, which she too didn’t know what it was, but not human. Would it be worse than the ‘civilized’ men-a-tor? He hadn’t seemed too bad. “Beyond Stan, how many veterans are going to the ruins?” Ramirez had at least promised to protect them.

Genii (Colin & Percival)

 

[Genii]

Colin the cook smiled and gave the helpful Hunter a quick salute before she left, but otherwise he appeared to be juggling several sizzling pans and utensils in his many (battle?) scarred arms.


Stan’s eyebrows raised and he tried his best not to laugh as Meg referred to him as a ‘veteran’.

“That’s very flattering of you, though I wouldn’t call myself a veteran exactly.” The Bard looked somewhat embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “-in balladry and music perhaps… buuut not when it comes to fighting monsters.” Stan, to this date, had yet to survive a quest. Luckily he’d ticked ‘yes’ to the ol’ resurrection option.




“Perhaps we could leave a message for Saen and Ivan with the Barkeeper?” Percival suggested as, once again, he struggled to attach his ornate scabbard to his belt. “Inform them that we have departed, so as not to keep our contact waiting?”


Colin, Stan & Percival
Location: Guildhall (preparing to leave)



Maxxob Gwenymoo Lost Echo Pokeking soulofeden

redraider DualDragons

 

[Lost Echo]

Does that mean there weren’t any veterans? Farming it was. “Then Adolphus, I shall see you when you return.” She stepped back toward Percival, holding her staff. She watched him struggle with his belt, reinforcing the suspicion that he was underage. With a shrug, she turned to Ramirez, “If there isn’t a formal way to do that, then by all means. I’m ready otherwise.”

Maxxob
Genii
Gwenymoo

 

[Maxxob]

Adolphus
Location: Guild Hall Bar -> Colby
Interactions: Barry Genii / Meg Lost Echo
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“My humblest thanks” - the zealot said, taking the flask from the bartender respectfully and strapping it onto his belt. He was fully prepared for the mission he had ahead of him. Coming back to the table, his helmet could be seen tilting slightly to the left upon hearing Meg’s words. It appeared her hesitancy had won, and she opted for what appeared to be a safer quest. He didn’t understand her choice of action, after all, she had opted “Y” for being resurrected, if things got ugly.

“Meek perhaps? Regardless, I won’t judge” - “May the Miracle favor you” - he answered with a nod and made his way towards the guild hall’s exit. Not only was he ready, but spoiling to get started.

 

[Genii]

Percival pushed his sword through his belt as a quick fix to his problem. He made his way over to Barry and left a message for their delayed questmates. The Dwarf grunted and gave him a single nod, so hopefully he’d do as asked.

Before setting out, Percy collected his horse (Sam) from the stables and walked alongside her as they made their way to meet Farmer Giles.

Percival (& Sam)
Location: Setting out on quest > Holes

Gwenymoo Lost Echo redraider DualDragons

soulofeden ((I’ll have Stan follow Fain/The Ruins crew, so I’ll yeet him over to the new thread once everyone has caught up.))

 

[Oli Beju]

In e’ery Tavern, Inn and Bar


Where beasts and men make merry


A figure watches from afar


O makest ‘er spirits be wary ​

Wayward were the adventurers, donned glib and gay; the halcyons of inexperience falling nigh in their wake…


And yet in the darker vicissitudes of the tavern stood a rather unappealing figure. It was entirely cloaked, hunched over, and sported naught but its robes and cane featuring the head of a roaring lion. The figure was an abominable nonentity with a back that rose higher than the top of what should’ve been its head. Certainly human were the legs that trod in its shoes, however the shape of the rest was… scabrous… to say the least.


The misshapen figure also moved with a sort of torpor indicative of old age. Not that the callow watchman would’ve noticed, given the commodious figure’s wont for staying out of sight and mind to avoid the ignominy that came with malformation, but from the time it stood slowly from its seat, relying entirely on its cane for balance, it moved with all the resolve of a benighted mollusk on sand; feet barely lifting from floor as it moved toward the quests board. Walking, to this thing, was clearly a rigmarole of a challenge.


With everyone else occupied, and all the other militant guild members off on their journeys, the hunchback was free to examine the board on its own and, to the observer, did so at length. Whence it finally finished, the figure turned, as slowly and as wordlessly as it had stood, and left the tavern, its atrocious silhouette sculpted by the billowing morning light cascading through the tavern’s a little too open doors…

~​

Colby Back Alleys​

The young woman peered behind herself as she wove the streets and the common detritus that characterized them, passersby sparing her a glance and more than a second and possibly third thought whilst she finagled with the corset that girded her bountiful bosom and the contents below. She was perspicacious when it came to navigating regions like this: glances versus stares, inquiries versus propositions, pablum versus pillory, wheedling paupers versus mountebanks; and in almost all cases, it would do to simply avoid any guards altogether, not that they bothered to frequent the less desirable parts of town. All the nearest billets were centered on outposts, if not nearer to a lord’s commons, and their tenants would only ever venture into town to drink and “make merry.”


At her side, the young woman carried a rather capacious muslin bag, closed tight with thick, velvet wrapping. Before long, she reached an alleyway, its entryway enclosed by several barrels of fish, from which a distinctly acrid, noisome odor seemed to pervade its surroundings, all too strong for her piquant sense of smell. She winced as she examined the barrels, some of the fish had fallen from a few of them and lay on the cobble, some purulent, others putrefying as they lay in the sun’s s searing rays. Entire legions of interested flies enlivened the area.


The woman turned down the alleyway, taking out her scented kerchief tucked into what little space she could manage before her décolletage and held it to her nose, masking the scent with the smell of her lilac tincture. Once she reached what she considered to be the middle of the path, rather, a great enough distance from the decaying mackerel, she stopped and waited. “I’m early.” She murmured aloud. She turned, looking to the barrels, realized that she’d need to loiter about such putrid contents for longer than was otherwise necessary, and sneered.

 

[Astrophil]

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Calixto and Arthagus
Interactions: Each Other and the four masked men
Location: Random Woods

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"Alright, Arthagus." The man's voice was demanding, with the griffin on high alert. Its sapphire eyes focused on the man in front of him. Cal's tongue held in his throat, watching the griffin start to wiggle with impatience. A smirk appears on his face for only a matter of seconds, his eyes of gold and sky blue locked on the other. The two were in a staring match, with none daring to break eye contact. "Do a backflip." With his order out of his mouth. Arthagus stands on his four legs. Proceed to half-jump four times before doing a simple backflip. From a perspective other than Calixto's, it appears he was training this beloved creature for a circus act. Though, this training was a necessity for the griffin. For training purposes, of course. Arthagus isn't a trick pony, and Cal knows that. Arthagus is a griffin that needs education on the way to survive. A griffin that needs a guiding hand, as he was an orphan. Calixto has to make due on what little he knows about griffins. He needs to show Arthy the basic steps to being one. Right now, Calixto is the only one Arthagus has for safety. A responsibility Cal has to take seriously: a responsibility that has dire consequences.

Thinking about this made a saddened frown show on his elegant face-a face Arthagus picked up swiftly. He felt Arthy brush against his leg, but it didn't cheer him up. Cal's fingers trace his silken robe adorned with gold and jewels. A robe made from the heavens himself. Or supposedly. His father would always say anything to make him proud of his angelic side; nevertheless, it never made young Cal feel prideful of his blood. He never felt anything expressing warmth towards anything, also regrettably, his father. In bitter resentment, he grew disrespectful while living with his father. Never did he help his father would farming duties, and he never had a good excuse as to why. Cal knows why, and it's all because of her.

His mother.

A detail he wasn't eager to dive deep into: a dull moment of his childhood history. He didn't want to talk ill about his mother around his father-the poor man was starstruck with her. No, he didn't want to bring sorrow to the already weak man's heart. The only thing he's sorry for is putting his father under too much stress. He was already tired, not to mention raising a spoiled brat as a son. The world around him didn't matter to him at this moment. What's even more depressing is that Arthagus didn't matter much either. A sense of fear was overwhelming his mind. A fear that he'll bring failure to this creature's life. Calixto should've taken his father's lessons: he rues about what he did in the past to this day. So, why is his mind remembering it all now?

Well, he's afraid.

Not for him, but for Arthagus.

What if he taught him the wrong things in life, and it brings nothing but misery in the future? What would happen if Arthagus randomly attacked someone? He twirled a strand of his brown hair around his pointer finger, and his eyes lazily drifted to the side. He could feel the brushing of the griffin's attempt to bring comfort, yet he was too hesitant to look at him. Too scared to disappoint him on his pathetic state. Gods. He hates thinking emotionally. No, he hates thinking in general. It brings out the worse in him. The side of him that he's too afraid to face. Now with a griffin under his care, he was starting to understand his father more. His teeth bit his bottom lip, slowly coating it with his blood.

Pain. He started to feel it in his knee. His eyes shot down to see what was attacking him.

Arthagus. The griffin was currently nibbling at his knee. He healed his knee from a minor injury and lowered himself to the ground. His hand rubs the soft little head. Grinning ear to ear. "Thank you, Arthy." The fear fades, but it still lingers in the back of his mind. He plucks the griffin up from the ground, holding him in front of him. This whole affection thing was a new thing for him-steadily, it's starting to become a natural thing. Affection takes time. Parenting or guardianship takes time as well. It requires patience: a patience that Calixto needs to learn through trial and error. His lips separate, yet no one dared to leave his lips. Cal's mouth was dry but not of thirst. Dehydrated of words to bring back the joy that he ruined. It's time for him to grow up. To grow on improving himself to make Arthagus's life better: now and for his future. Strange how words are easier to say in his mind but not out loud. He could hear it. The soft purrs from his chimeric friend-it's the purr that brought peace to his racing mind. "My," a chuckle of tired joy rumbles in his throat, "the more you keep doing this, the more in debt I'll be."

SNAP!

Their heads turn simultaneously to the direction of the sound-both man and animal alert. Calixto slowly plops Arthagus back down, standing protectively in front of the baby griffin. He'll be damned if Arthy gets harmed. He examines the location with narrowed eyes, summoning up a spear, and his hand clenches the shaft with a bear-like grip. He wasn't nervous. Oh, no. Cal has a protective fury. For his life and Arthagus'.

SNAP! CRUNCH!

The sound was getting closer. Calixto quickly glanced over his shoulder to stare back at the griffin. He was checking to see if he was still there behind him. Arthagus snuggled close against his leg, and his fur prickled with fear. A sense of worry in his two-colored eyes. "When I say run, you run." The chimera better takes his words and engraves them deep into his brain. Cal wouldn't know what to do if Arthagus gets harmed by whatever is creeping closer. Worse. Killed. A dwindling moment that Cal wouldn't be able to handle. The approaching noises were now inches away. It made his head turn forward, "Who's there!?!" He barked, anger coursing through his body.

"I'm sure you remember us by now, lesser noble."

"Shit," he couldn't help but swear. That voice was too familiar for his liking.

"We like to have back what you've stolen from us." The taller one says, twirling a knife with his left hand. Calixto watches his actions with sharpened eyes-getting ready to create a barrier if needed. "As well carve your pretty face into many pieces." The second tallest remarked, who sounded like an utter psychopath.

A coy grin manifested, and his tone was mocking as ridiculous words left his satirical lips. "You want my clothes? I'm afraid I got these fair and square." His head leans in the direction of the second, "I give my full gratitude for such a lovely compliment. I love showing it off and not hiding it with something that's too distasteful to the point it blinds the ugliest of demons. Truly," a mischievous glimmer in his two-toned orbs, "a brave feat many would be too afraid to accomplish." The tension between the five (six, if you're including Arthagus). It was so thick to the point it silenced the forest.

The tallest snorts, jutting his dagger at the griffin, "Not your clothes, moron! That bird behind you!"

The two-colored eyes shifted around, and he motioned his head in random directions. "I don't see any birds. I'm afraid. Good sir, I think your mask has infected your sense of vision." He'll keep playing this little game until he dies of exhaustion. No way would he ever give Arthagus up to these low lives. He made a silent oath to keep Arthagus safe. To provide and nurture the griffin until it reaches adulthood. He will be the foster parent the griffin needs at this very moment. To make this moment better, it feels like his redemption arc to a story. It's his chance to prove himself and to show that he can handle anything involving responsibility of any kind. Calixto will improve himself and face the many obstacles in his way: unless it's something that'll cost him his life, perhaps he grew bored of it, or maybe his greed gets the better of him. Hey, don't be giving him your judging eyes-I'm sure the vast majority can agree with these points.

To end on a happy note, Arthagus is his and his only. He'll be damned to allow someone, especially these masked creeps, to take his friend away from him.​

 

[DualDragons]

Percival pushed his sword through his belt as a quick fix to his problem. He made his way over to Barry and left a message for their delayed questmates. The Dwarf grunted and gave him a single nod, so hopefully he’d do as asked.

Before setting out, Percy collected his horse (Sam) from the stables and walked alongside her as they made their way to meet Farmer Giles.

Percival (& Sam)
Location: Setting out on quest > Holes

Gwenymoo Lost Echo redraider DualDragons

soulofeden ((I’ll have Stan follow Fain/The Ruins crew, so I’ll yeet him over to the new thread once everyone has caught up.))

(sorry been awhile since I posted)

Ivan wakes up from his bed, feeling well rested. He makes his way downstairs, only to find Ramirez and Percival are not there. He is quite confused.
"Where are they?" Ivan wanders around the guild hall. Eventually he moves over to Barry.

Ivan
Location: Guild Hall

Genii