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[Genii]

Callan
Location: Guildhall bar

“You’d be surprised.” Callan muttered into his cup as Rika mentioned him being the only one with feathers. He didn’t elaborate on that, but he may have looked in Tobias’ direction when he said it.

“Never been ter the capital m’self. Heard they get their knickers in a twist if yer don’t fit the mould.” The Siren chatted. The Dragon’s Fire was clearly catching up to him.

Oli Beju Gwenymoo

 

[Maxxob]

Pierre
Location: Guild Hall Bar
Interactions: Percival Genii ​

The foreigner took special notice of the chest plate the teen was holding so dearly against his chest. To be more specific, the attention was directed at the emblem it bore. Was he a nobleman? That would be the most logical conclusion. Pierre went ahead and took both the boots and the pauldron, which were on the ground, on his own hands - “So… we are going to your bedroom without me even knowing your name? Damn, I should stop being so easy” - he couldn’t stop himself from blurting that out - “I hope your girlfriend isn’t jealous. Lead the way, chief” - he finished with a wink and a laugh.

 

[Oli Beju]

Rika raised a brow on the “mould” statement, being the understatement that it was, but then something struck her interest… “All of the places to which you've flown, and the capital of Hartland isn’t yet one of them?” She laughed slightly, and then stared into the reflection cast in the cup of tea, now a little less than half full. “No losses on your part, though… it isn’t so much the laity that’s the issue, but the gentry. Each one you meet speaks with a variant breed of forked tongue, and Henra forbid you meet an over privileged plutocrat that doesn’t have a spy or two somewhere in their employ. Nothing goes unspoken, nothing goes unheard... and no good deed goes unpunished…” There it was, that persistent lugubriousness that overcast Rika’s constitution each time a discussion of “home” came up.


As if to snap herself out of the taciturn beguilement, she quickly downed what remained of the tea and clasped the mug on the counter, standing and grabbing her bag. “That’s enough of my self-pitying nonsense for one eve’! We’ll talk later, perhaps, Sir Callan…” She turned to his companion and nodded.† “Sir Tobias…” With that, she turned and made for the bathhouse, though before leaving, peered for one last glance at the boy with the armor. Quickly shaking her head, she turned and continued onward…

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†Sorry I didn’t really give you many opportunities to respond! Lol I was active today! I also assumed that Pierre was preoccupied with taking care of Percival/ that they'd been on their way. If not, I can always throw in a farewell to him as well!

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Genii Gwenymoo Maxxob

 

[Genii]

Percival
Location: Heading to the Dormitories

Percival went red faced and almost dropped the chest plate. “I’m sorry?” When Pierre laughed however he joined in, assuming he man was only jesting.

“Oh, I er… don’t have my own room. I share one. There are spare beds in there if you need one?” He explained as he walked, heading for a set of stairs that led to the dormitories.

“I’m not allowed girlfriends… or at least… I wasn’t...” Another freedom the young man was now just realising… though surely he’d be much too busy fighting off monsters to start courting… wouldn’t he?

“Sorry - my name is Percival. It’s nice to meet you Sir. I really appreciate you helping me out back there.”

Maxxob
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Callan
Location: Guildhall bar
(Open for interaction)

Callan grimaced listening to Rika’s words. “Sounds familiar.” He’d left a behind a city just like that back home.

The Siren planned to get soused for the evening, so would most likely be unconscious later. “I doubt it, but ‘ave a good one.” He raised his glass to Rika without turning to watch her go.

Oli Beju Gwenymoo

 

[Oli Beju]

A sigh coursed the young woman’s lips at whence she reached her room, near the end of the hall. Reaching into her bag, she quickly emerged with what appeared to be a sort of latchkey, and used it to open the door, closing it behind her and locking it.

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The room, cozy and warm with a small splinter ridden desk near the window, set aside from the bed, with an unlit lantern nearby, had been home off and on, but each visit made it feel more and more permanent. Rika walked over to the bed, running her hand along its side. Some of the less well-to-do occupants had to settle for hay to fill their beddings, but this one was laden with lamb’s wool, not that the difference mattered much, the girl rarely slept easily and the reasons for so aforesaid were myriad.

Siting on the bedside, carefully placing the bag down, she reached into it and brought out the muddied map from earlier. It’d since dried, but from the outset it was still a muddled mess. Removing the ribbon that she’d earlier placed on it and unfurling it, she came to realize that even the areas that were initially unaffected had now been soiled or dotted with grime. “So much for that…” She placed the map on the table nearby and reached under the bed for a bag containing a change of clothes. A simple pair of bloomers and a night dress would do. Holding the garments on one arm, and grabbing a towel that was set with the clothes, she made for the bathhouse, looking back on her room once more and smiling at the simple pleasures which she’d allowed herself, and then closing it behind her.

~​

There was a ready steam that forced the bathhouse, dearth of ventilation, into a smokescreen. And yet there was something elegant about it. Entering one of the dressing areas, behind one of the screens, she quickly disrobed, and emerged in dishabille, save a strategically wrapped towel that enveloped her arms and torso. It wasn’t until she emerged and stood before the pool of calm water, the steam dancing in wisps about the surface, that she took notice to one of the already present guests: Connor Brazzinford.

Rika stopped in her tracks, unsure of how to address the armorer… There was a marked difference between knowing a person and having been a patron once, over a year ago, for a reason that didn't even seem to merit memory.

“I- hello…” She said, much of the tranquility that she’d experienced until now clearly broken. All the same, she calmly stepped into the water, removing the towel (while keeping her right palm wrapped around her left elbow) as she did so and setting it on the dry area nearby, acclimating herself to the rapid change in temperature, and before long, her calm was back, she sat, submerged (again, strategically) to the upper chest and relaxed. Her eyes closed as she leaned back against the solid wall, in a slight, but still audible whisper… “Dear me… they can keep the drink… this is where the true pleasures lie…”

Spoiler

(A bit of a rushed post, apologies in advance for any screwups!)

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II-CinderRadcliff-II

 

[II-CinderRadcliff-II]

Connor Brazzinford - 'The Phantom Armory'

Interactions: Rika ( Oli Beju )

Connor parted open one of her eyes as a voice meekly greeted her, finding Rika entering the bath house wrapped in a towel. Her hand did a little wave as she pulled herself away from the wall of the pool, taking a breath in and holding it before her head submerged below the bubbly depths. While prying eyes could not gaze upon her bare skin down below, her hands drifted up to her hair and began gently scrubbing, grease and dirt slightly discoloring the water around each strand as the soap cleansed the filth. While she could have easily scrubbed everything else while she happily soaked below the veil, her lungs could only comply for so long - and the urge to catch her breath grew more unbearable. Besides, she had forgotten to have her armor bring her one of the rags for her to scrub herself down with. Her head quickly resurfaced as her hands parted her soaked hair and moved the soapy water away from her opening eyes, standing up before making her way back to where she had been relaxing before - her shoulders barely above the waters surface. She caught the words Rika mumbled and gave a slight smile as she sat back down within the edges of the pool, running her hands through her hair as her eyes looked upon the figure of her current company.
"Though I prefer forging armor over many things, the bath house is the only thing that's on par." Connor half-heartedly joked as she patiently straightened out her hair, the dull brownish-blond of her hair now more resembling radiant gold than the hearts of courageous men and women. With her usual braids undone each strand was more than long enough to reach her hips, her cheeks flush red from the Dragon's Fire in her system. "Perhaps it's the alcohol talking, but I'd be very keen on designing some armor... befitting of your beauty." She complimented in a flirty tone, pulling herself closer as she looked over Rika's figure. Whether a moment of clarity hit or she quickly lost interest wasn't clear, but Connor didn't linger too close for long before she pulled herself away - her face showing mixed emotions as she dipped her chin and her lips under the waters surface. She was starting to feel some regret, having been unable to attend the date she was looking forward to going on.​

 

[Oli Beju]

At first, Rika’s demur constitution had acquitted itself before the other woman’s presence. Connor had seemed relaxed, and wasted no time in bathing herself in the pool, per its intended purpose. She’d even managed a joke, which left RIka wanting further conversation… or at the very least, an excuse to look at the woman’s hair for a bit longer. However, the Rika's better tenants of propriety won out, and she resolved not to linger in stares… and then came the armor inquiry. “B-befitting my—“ Rika could barely muster the proper stutter before the woman was suddenly within close quarters. As she neared, Rika gripped her left elbow tighter with her right palm, out of nervousness.


Though it hadn’t been too close for comfort, the woman then pulled away, her senses having perhaps superseded her evident inebriation. Realizing that perhaps she was talking to a more sensible woman, now, Rika began, “I would love to see some of your work, Phantom Armory.” She smiled a genuine one. “… I don’t think I’ve ever heard it mentioned… mayhaps, how long have you been in the craft of armory? I-- I don’t mean to pry, but…” She tried maneuvering the minefield of possible combinations of references to gender, but not dissimilar to her earlier conversation with Callan, some inquiries were simply too interesting to pass up: “… metalworking is made esoteric enough as it is for guildsmen, I can only imagine the trials the instructors would've forced on you. Your skill must be a sight to behold, indeed.”

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II-CinderRadcliff-II

 

[Gwenymoo]

Tobias was still happily having shots. "Why look so glum?" He asked nudging Callan gently. "Did she upset you?"

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Ramirez finished in the stables clomped into the guild hall and to the bar to order some food for the evening.

 

[Genii]

Callan
Location: Guildhall Bar

“You got a few hours.” Callan quipped as Toby asked why he looked so glum.

“Who, Rika? Nah, she’s alright. Besides, it takes a lot ter upset me.” Said the man who just blew up when someone trod on his tail.

“… so, how long can yer stay… as yer are… there ain’t a time limit to it or anythin’?” The Siren asked, referring to the way Tobias looked. “I’m not gonna wake up ter screamin’ in the night am I?”

Gwenymoo

 

[Gwenymoo]

"uhh depends? like as long as i dont get too hungry...or uh...angry?" he mussed, "strong emotions tend to cause issues some times .."

 

[Genii]

Callan
Location: Guildhall bar

“… issues…” Callan clearly didn’t like the sound of that. “Well, just try n’ keep a hold o’ y’self, yeh. Some o’ this lot are ‘stab first, ask questions later’ kinda guys.” Himself included. He’d given it his all trying to kill Tobias, but had been bested (annoyingly).

“You hungry now?” The Siren asked. “I can order yer somethin’?”

Gwenymoo

 

[Maxxob]

Pierre
Location: Heading towards the dorm
Interactions: Percival Genii ​

“I do need a bed, I’ve just joined the guild a few moments ago. It would be nice to already get an idea of who will be sleeping next to me” - Pierre answered, following the teen right behind him. The boy’s reaction to the former-guard’s advances was simply priceless. He would assume that the possible nobleman didn’t have much experience in romance. Going up the stairs, the leathery boots hit themselves against the wooden floor, reverberating and creaking. His footsteps were extremely loud as he didn’t bother to hide his presence, after all, he wasn’t on his way to visit some married female.

An expression of slight confusion appeared upon the foreigner’s face when the teen talked about what he was allowed or not to do, in this case, courting a lady. His face quickly turned into pure, raw anger - “What sort of monster would forbid a visibly virile man of following nature’s course?” - that could not stand. In fact, Pierre would gladly make whoever imposed the young man in such a situation gargle in a pool of their own blood. But alas, thus was a previous situation the boy found himself in. It looked like now he could, indeed, starting courting ladies - “Since now you can have girlfriends, you should start looking into it… if you think the time is right” - he was pretty blunt about it - “And, if you need tips or advices, you can come to me. Love is surely a battlefield I’m familiar with. Got quite a few battles in it… victories… wounds of my losses, you name it” - he had a devilish smirk on his face as he finished his sentence, but being honest with the offer. A young man, starting that part of his life without a single support, can be pretty tough.

“It is nice to meet you, Percival. I am Pierre L’Entrage DuPius, but you can call me only by my first name” - putting the things he was holding near Percival’s bed, Pierre offered his hand for a handshake - “Hey, noblemen, such as ourselves, have to stand together. There can be a lot of rancor, because of the social status we were born in” - he tried to fish some information from the teen without asking it directly. He paid special attention to his next words, focusing if he would find any lie in his response - “Furthermore…” - the former-guard got closer to the teen. Close enough as to be at breath’s range - “... since I helped you from a possible stabbing, you now can help me…” - the man tongue went quickly along his own lips, preparing himself for what he would say next - “... tell me more about your female guild mates. While you may have not been allowed to date, certainly some of them must have caught your attention due to their… ‘attributes’...’” - his words dripped with the clarity of what he meant. They were almost like velvet, his tone changing to melodic - “... which of them do you advise me to try and get more familiar with?” - he wanted to know Percival’s perspective. Something told him that a man, who most likely had a view of the word much different from his own, would have some interesting input.

 

[Lost Echo]

Genii Lost Echo Gwenymoo

Anat soon was all dried up and looking down at her open book on Dropsies page. There he was, a simple sketched image of the slime, a simple summoning rune sketched beneath it. It was simple and did not require consecration like other spells. Most summoning spells needing the casters focus in the spand of its duration to keep them, well, summoned. Some like dropsies, imps or wolf's don't, there simplicity being a advantage. But the rest like bears, lions or chooses need it. All that is needed are a good hit and Ana might lose focuse, risking her summons to poof away. Looking at Percy she noded, "wolf's, bears, imps and many more"

Ramirez clarifying the fact it's but a mere discomfort, or itch and no danger was a calming sign but, his heart being literally see through from his chest was just...so out of this world. Rarely you get the chance to see a man who seems to be tied to raw magic and with a crystalline window in his chest in other words to see his heart. She did not want to know how....it might have felt being introduce to this crystal formation the first time. The feeling if it maybe crawling inside your wounds and skin, it's heat radiating and itching every second. Was unsettling, maybe it was not even like that, maybe he felt no pain. But just the word 'experiment' could mean it could nit be so....tolerable perhaps

Looking over at Meg she noded, and agreed with a thumbs up, hmmm did she not want to join one? Well seems she changed her mind. Getting up and entering the curtain where she left her stuff, began to dress in the padded leather and iron pads of her armor/cleric uniform and accommodate spare clothes in her leather pack. Looking at the book she sigh, instead of putting it inside the pack, she used 2 leather straps and hanged the book along the left side of her hip, we are going a quest and easy acces to magic was necessary and she was not even done. Befor the quest she must scribe on her arm to use some summons. Pre-preperation befor the actual quest.

Percival
Location: Yard - Heading for the Guildhall

Percival threw his linen shirt on. It would have to suffice until he could get his clothes laundered or buy something new.

He juggled his armour and muddy belongings as he made his way back out into the yard. His bare feet left a trail of wet footprints as he hurried to get to the guildhall.

Connor walked down to the bath house coming back from the dormitories, having walked to her private residence to retrieve a spare change of clean clothes - within the hand of which her armor carried for her. Even the armor she personally used everyday could be controlled using her magic, to even greater effects given how frequently she was not only around it but actively used it. The clothes she had worn beneath the armor were splattered with blood and soaked in sweat, unfortunately including the more formal camisole and G-string she was hoping would come into play tonight. Perhaps some other time would work out better for her. Her gentle footsteps approached the bath house entrance and entered the woman's changing room, with her armor following close behind her as the two of them passed by Ramirez, Meg, and Anat. One piece of clothing at a time she stripped, with no modesty between herself and anyone else that may enter. After rinsing off most of the blood and sweat off of her in the shower alongside her armor helping her put a hair tie in, she began walking out to the bath house pool while her armor prepared her a towel - following her out shortly after. Though she didn't care too much about modesty at the moment, she at least checked to see if anyone else was already in the pool, initially finding it empty as she then waded into the water with a bit of a strut. Once she was in, her armor set her towel on the nearest bench and walked back into the changing room, grabbing all of her grime-ridden clothes and carrying them to the laundry room to be cleaned. With a deep sigh of relief she felt her muscles relax in the hot water, making herself comfortable as the dirt and grime oozed off of her skin.​

Tobias starred at Pierre for a moment as if processing what the man ment, good odds? He wasn't betting anything as far as he could recall? Cal seemed occupied with his drink and the happy sword guy was now talking to the large lizard person....with impressive scales, those must be very tough. Shrugging he shuffled to a closer stool and offered a hand out to Aé’Rika. "I'm Tobias"

Oli Beju Maxxob Genii
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Ramirez paused in his dressing as Connor and their armour strode by, always impressed him how they could do that, and he knew better than to upset them too. Strapping the lasts bits back on he headed back out to the stables to check on Thunder and give her some fresh feed, it had been quite a day for her.

II-CinderRadcliff-II

There was a ready steam that forced the bathhouse, dearth of ventilation, into a smokescreen. And yet there was something elegant about it. Entering one of the dressing areas, behind one of the screens, she quickly disrobed, and emerged in dishabille, save a strategically wrapped towel that enveloped her arms and torso. It wasn’t until she emerged and stood before the pool of calm water, the steam dancing in wisps about the surface, that she took notice to one of the already present guests: Connor Brazzinford.

Rika stopped in her tracks, unsure of how to address the armorer… There was a marked difference between knowing a person and having been a patron once, over a year ago, for a reason that didn't even seem to merit memory.

“I- hello…” She said, much of the tranquility that she’d experienced until now clearly broken. All the same, she calmly stepped into the water, removing the towel (while keeping her right palm wrapped around her left elbow) as she did so and setting it on the dry area nearby, acclimating herself to the rapid change in temperature, and before long, her calm was back, she sat, submerged (again, strategically) to the upper chest and relaxed. Her eyes closed as she leaned back against the solid wall, in a slight, but still audible whisper… “Dear me… they can keep the drink… this is where the true pleasures lie…”

Spoiler

(A bit of a rushed post, apologies in advance for any screwups!)

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II-CinderRadcliff-II

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Connor Brazzinford - 'The Phantom Armory'

Interactions: Rika ( Oli Beju )

Connor parted open one of her eyes as a voice meekly greeted her, finding Rika entering the bath house wrapped in a towel. Her hand did a little wave as she pulled herself away from the wall of the pool, taking a breath in and holding it before her head submerged below the bubbly depths. While prying eyes could not gaze upon her bare skin down below, her hands drifted up to her hair and began gently scrubbing, grease and dirt slightly discoloring the water around each strand as the soap cleansed the filth. While she could have easily scrubbed everything else while she happily soaked below the veil, her lungs could only comply for so long - and the urge to catch her breath grew more unbearable. Besides, she had forgotten to have her armor bring her one of the rags for her to scrub herself down with. Her head quickly resurfaced as her hands parted her soaked hair and moved the soapy water away from her opening eyes, standing up before making her way back to where she had been relaxing before - her shoulders barely above the waters surface. She caught the words Rika mumbled and gave a slight smile as she sat back down within the edges of the pool, running her hands through her hair as her eyes looked upon the figure of her current company.
"Though I prefer forging armor over many things, the bath house is the only thing that's on par." Connor half-heartedly joked as she patiently straightened out her hair, the dull brownish-blond of her hair now more resembling radiant gold than the hearts of courageous men and women. With her usual braids undone each strand was more than long enough to reach her hips, her cheeks flush red from the Dragon's Fire in her system. "Perhaps it's the alcohol talking, but I'd be very keen on designing some armor... befitting of your beauty." She complimented in a flirty tone, pulling herself closer as she looked over Rika's figure. Whether a moment of clarity hit or she quickly lost interest wasn't clear, but Connor didn't linger too close for long before she pulled herself away - her face showing mixed emotions as she dipped her chin and her lips under the waters surface. She was starting to feel some regret, having been unable to attend the date she was looking forward to going on.​

At first, Rika’s demur constitution had acquitted itself before the other woman’s presence. Connor had seemed relaxed, and wasted no time in bathing herself in the pool, per its intended purpose. She’d even managed a joke, which left RIka wanting further conversation… or at the very least, an excuse to look at the woman’s hair for a bit longer. However, the Rika's better tenants of propriety won out, and she resolved not to linger in stares… and then came the armor inquiry. “B-befitting my—“ Rika could barely muster the proper stutter before the woman was suddenly within close quarters. As she neared, Rika gripped her left elbow tighter with her right palm, out of nervousness.


Though it hadn’t been too close for comfort, the woman then pulled away, her senses having perhaps superseded her evident inebriation. Realizing that perhaps she was talking to a more sensible woman, now, Rika began, “I would love to see some of your work, Phantom Armory.” She smiled a genuine one. “… I don’t think I’ve ever heard it mentioned… mayhaps, how long have you been in the craft of armory? I-- I don’t mean to pry, but…” She tried maneuvering the minefield of possible combinations of references to gender, but not dissimilar to her earlier conversation with Callan, some inquiries were simply too interesting to pass up: “… metalworking is made esoteric enough as it is for guildsmen, I can only imagine the trials you faced. Your skill must be a sight to behold, indeed.”

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II-CinderRadcliff-II

Hovering near her screen (if she got any closer to the pool, she was going to eschew dinner and just get back in), Meg watched Percival run out of the bathhouse with naught but a shirt on. She turned to watch his back end, shocked at his audacity. Didn’t nobles have a thing for modesty?

She was then distracted by two figures entering, one bloodied while the other wore a full suit of armor. It wasn’t surprising how popular this place was. It was likely rarer for it to be empty as it was when they first arrived. The woman stripped without shame (not that she needed any) and went to rinse off. Meg watched as the armored one followed, helping her with her hair, but not removing it. In fact, when she strutted into the water (which Meg watched with a laugh and a blush) they, like a servant(?), merely picked up the soiled clothes and left. “Did they not want to bathe?” Her mind ran with excuses: Meg was the problem, and they wanted privacy, perhaps they swore an oath to never remove their armor around strangers…maybe they did allow servants here. Would she have to become one again if she was not strong enough?

Ramirez, kind Ramirez left without a word to either (nor to her). Meg considered following, but glanced back at Anat’s screen, not wanting to leave her alone as well. She could wait. Though seriously, if they weren’t going to eat dinner together, why did she have to get out of the water?

Another woman entered the bathhouse, freezing at the sight of the one in the pool. Further proving the latter’s power. Meg tensed, hoping to remain unseen. She was impressed with the former’s bravery, entering where the superior had already claimed but could understand the water’s draw. She watched the noble joke, pretending to be equal, then blatantly ogle the younger woman. Meg began to get damp, as her emotions pulled the steam around her more tightly.

The younger woman then provided more information. She held the position of power as the Phantom(?) Armorer. The halfbreed stared with a frown. The girl seemed to want to talk. She wouldn’t interfere, knowing how a connection can help protect you. She relaxed intentionally, letting the steam shift away again, drying herself once more.

 

[Gwenymoo]

Tobias beamed "oh im starving!"

Ramirez seemed to havw set himswld at his favourite table near the back, resting the sword against the wall and leaning back on one of the more heftyer built chairs, Beryl had got sick of him breaking the standard bar stools and chairs, even if he had the coin to cover it.

 

[II-CinderRadcliff-II]

Connor Brazzinford - 'The Phantom Armory'

Interactions: Pierre ( Maxxob ) and Percival ( Genii )
Mentions: Meg

After having dropped off Connor's dirty laundry from both her bedroom and the changing room with the appropriate payment, her armor wandered back into the guild hall where most of the other guild members were still gathered. Within one of its hands was a metal paper clipboard, with which the armor carried with it towards the quest board for potential quests. The way the armor acted made it seem almost... alive, as it's available hand imitated scratching its head as it pondered. After a couple of minutes the armor took two quest notices and clipped them onto the board, before turning back around intending to return to Connor. Mid-way through the hall the armor halted, as it seemed to listen in on the conversation that Pierre and Percival were having with each other. It just stood there, menacingly, for about a minute or two before approaching the two of them, flipping the clipboard over as magic words inscribed themselves onto the back of the sheet of metal.

'For thee who seeketh the wisdom of words,
Find the woman who forged a phantom.
With courting advice in mists well stirred,
One better beware of what's incurred.'

Without much more of a reason to stay the armor began wandering back to the bath house, unconcerned if the two men would follow it. As it entered the women's changing room for the bath house once more it failed to notice Meg again, sitting down on one of the benches in the changing room before seeming to ponder again. Inspecting itself. Although Connor's subconscious was what piloted all of her summoned armor, the armor removed one of its lower arms to inspect it closer. Unsurprisingly there was nothing where an arm would have been, though the fact at the fingers of the removed armor still moved as if nothing happened was still extremely off putting for anyone who witnessed it.​

 

[Lost Echo]

Suddenly the servant returned. They walked right past her, sitting on a bench. Glancing back at the two in the pool, Meg wondered if they were allowed to talk. She didn’t want to get them in trouble. Well, she’ll just have to make sure what she says doesn’t upset the noble. Stepping forward, she opened her mouth to speak, when they pulled their arm off. Not just the armor. The arm. She gasped aloud, stepping backward, her hand raising to clutch at her necklace. Or there wasn’t an arm. Which means it was a ghost. Phantom Armorer made sense now. She didn’t make armor, she trapped spirits in them. Meg had heard tales of necromancy. How they could pull your soul right out of your body. How a body would just lay there until finally dying of thirst. Now Meg understood the noble’s power. She should have known better than to trust Ramirez. Still, how could he leave her there without even a warning.

 

[Maxxob]

Pierre
Location: From the dorms to the bathhouse
Interactions: Percival Genii / Black Ornate Armor II-CinderRadcliff-II ​

While Pierre waited for Percival’s response, another one joined them. It was the person with the ornate black armor. The way it simply stood, looking at both of them, however, making all kinds of alarms go off in the fencer’s head - “So… were you victorious against the hooded fellow?” - he asked, looking at the armored being. When the very same started to approach the two, however, Pierre retreated from the teen, closing holding both his hands in front of his own face, moving them in circular motions, being ready to fight at a moment's notice - “I will have you know, I sparred with a minotaur and was victorious! She was pretty strong… and it was in my bedchambers… but…” - his voice grew silent, little by little, when the being revealed its intention, scribbled upon the back of the clipboard.

“Mmmm… I wonder…” - his curiosity was certainly piqued. What was this phantom that was mentioned? Moreover, who was this woman? He had to find out - “Sorry, but I will have to check it out. Will you join me?” - Pierre asked Percival, detaching the cape from his back and throwing it upon one of the empty beds, as if marking it was his from now on. The, now capeless nobleman, started to shadow the armored creature. His footsteps were very different from previously. They were so silent that it would take a being with great hearing to hear his movements. As he kept on following it, he finally came towards an entrance and, if he wasn’t careful enough, he would have entered the women’s changing room without a second - “Is this... the bathhouse?” - one of the amenities of the guild, he had read about it somewhere. Thinking that he might as well use a bath, he entered the men’s changing room.

Finding a place to leave his belongings, Pierre took off his clothes, starting with his hat. Being left with only the latest piece of men’s underwear in Orlais, a thong which left little to the imagination, his lean, but muscular body was revealed. Stepping through the next door, a mist of pure comfort hit him, making him take a deep breath, and it was almost as if all the tension was leaving his body.

 

[nathanKmcwilliams]

Genii
Guild Hall
Pestle continued searching around behind the bar for mice, aware of the dwarven bar tender, but not paying him much mind.

Infirmary
Morgana departed for the infirmary, eager to unpack the Leshen head and get to work.
She peeked around the doorway. "Hannah..." Morgana warbled playfully seeking out the half elf healer "I got something wonderful!"

 

[Genii]

Percy
Location: Dormitories (upstairs)

Percival had been so focused on reaching the guild to defend the north, that he hadn’t really contemplated anything beyond that. He wasn’t sure what scared him more, hunting down monsters or attempting to woo somebody.

“Thank you Pierre, that’s most kind.” Percy said as he placed the rest of his things on an empty chair. He wasn’t one to turn down advice from those with more experience, whatever the subject.

The teen was rather tight lipped as Pierre mentioned they should stick together because of their social status. “I suppose some of the warriors here are rather… ungracious - but I have met just as many who are kind and honourable.”

“… s-stabbing?” Percy quietly repeated looking most worried. He was sure he read something in the guild contract that forbid such acts.

“Attributes…… o-oh… errr…” The teen’s face flushed again as he realised what Pierre was asking. “Well, I haven’t… I mean I have but… it would be improper for me to-” He stopped prattling as the suit of armour entered the small room, practically blocking the doorway.

Maxxob

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Barry
Location: Store rooms behind the bar

“… there you are...” Barry muttered with a grin as he raised and brought down his hammer, intending to splat the slithery beast.
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Callan
Location: On route to the kitchen

As Barry was nowhere to be found Callan left for the kitchen, a drunken sway to his walk as he shouldered his way through the hall. He noticed Ramirez, but as they didn’t see eye-to-eye most of the time, he ignored the man.

Gwenymoo

 

[nathanKmcwilliams]

Store Rooms behind the Bar
Pestle had spotted something intriguing. A hole in the wall behind one of the larder shelves. He saw a rat's eyes gleaming in the dark of the hole.
The hammer came down on his head with a splattery crunch. Pestle didn't move, except for his tongue flickering out as he kept his eye locked on the vermin in the wall. His undead nature saved what life he might have just lost, but did nothing to satiate his hunger for rat.

 

[Gwenymoo]

Ramirez whistled and waved at the grumpy siren "ayyye call ole chum!"

 

[Genii]

Barry (npc)
Location: Bar storerooms

“Got yer!” Barry thought his bludgeoning had done the trick. He lifted the hammer off poor Pestle’s head, then went to pick the python up by its tail. “… let’s get a better look a yer…”

nathanKmcwilliams

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Hannah (npc)
Location: Infirmary

“Ah, Morgana.” Hannah greeted. She was sat on a chair by her desk, but didn’t get up. “How did the hunt go?” She asked, smiling as Morgana seemed excited to show her something.
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Callan & Percival
Location: Guildhall

Ramirez had to be permanently p*ssed to be that happy all of the time, Callan thought as the Hunter called out his name and waved. “Ramirez.”

Percival began to follow Pierre, but stopped, realising he still needed to dress. By the time he’d fashioned a kilt out of his bed sheet, and hurried downstairs, the romance expert had vanished.

In his haste, Percival bumped into somebody. Unfortunately, that somebody was his feathered ‘friend’ from the bar earlier.

“…. nice skirt.” Callan deadpanned with an annoyed glower.

Gwenymoo

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Beryl
Location: Guildhall bar

“The welcome drink usually comes after signing up to the guild.” Beryl spoke from behind the large red lizard man. She regarded him for a moment, before jerking her head.

“… follow me.” The half-orc said as she led Yashtsher over to the sign up table. There were scrolls already lined out waiting to be signed, as well as a pot of blood-red ink and some quills.

“I’m Beryl. I’m the guild master here.”

chloro

 

[nathanKmcwilliams]

Genii
Bar Storerooms
The girthy python, annoyed by his tail being pulled, turned on the bartender. Even with his tail now in the air, Pestle still had the majority of his long body on the ground.
He opened his jaws and hissed a deep rumbling warning at Barry before turning back to the hole in the wall. The rat was gone. Pestle hissed again, tongue flickering angrily.

Infirmary
Morgana gleefully came in the room, holding up the makeshift bag containing the Leshen head. "A rare beast has fallen into our laps!" She smiled widely while unwrapping the Leshen head and holding it up for Hannah to see.
"I'm so eager to begin experiments. I think there will be many uses to be gleaned here."

 

[Gwenymoo]

"Aye Callan, I see you met Percy! He helped me with the quest today." He got up to pat percy on the shoulder

 

[II-CinderRadcliff-II]

Connor Brazzinford - 'The Phantom Armory'

Interactions: Rika ( Oli Beju ), Meg ( Lost Echo ), and Pierre ( Maxxob )

"Feel free to just call me Connor, and I'd be glad to show you my work." Connor chimed in as she rose a bit from the water, though not enough to reveal anything. Rika's question about how she began forging armor was a bit more than what she'd normally be willing to answer, though the inebriation was helping to make her more open about herself. "My family has been forging armor for nearly two centuries now, and the quality of the armor made was what allowed us to become nobles. However..." Connor paused for several seconds, her eyes looking down towards the water as her mind lingered on what her parents drilled into her head. "I don't talk to my family anymore, for various reasons.... It's been nearly a decade since I left, though the past five years in the guild have helped far more than I deserve. For that, I'll forever be in Beryl's debt. Ever since then, I've forged armor for the guild that's several leagues above what most other armor smiths call their best work, thanks mostly to the magic I was born with." She concluded as she then sensed that her armor had returned, her head turning towards the changing room curtains obstructing her view. One of her eyes gained a purple gleam as she began to see what her armor 'perceived', commanding it to reattach its arm and grab the rag meant to clean herself. Though not before hearing a faint gasp. The armors helmet snapped around like an owls head before the rest of it did, spotting Meg within one of the booths. Though the armor did not approach it did gesture for her to follow it, before heading back into the bath house and tossing Connor the rag.

She swiftly got to work with the rag in her hands, scrubbing down every part of her body to completely get the grime off of her. Behind the ears, under her fingernails, even her armpits weren't safe from her thorough cleaning. The only place she couldn't fully reach was her back, prompting her to scooch up the steps above the waters surface so her armor could scrub it for her. Everything above her stomach was on full display as she made no attempt to hide herself, even as Pierre entered the bath house. Uncharacteristic of her to say the least, though her gaze seemed to become more curious than when she had initially joined the guild. Though she didn't knew who he was, her first impression was that he was the type to dip after finding out his mistress was now expecting. Whether or not she hit the mark she'd find out soon enough, but with a new member of the guild comes an opportunity to gain new patrons - friends if they didn't mind her reputation and were respectable.
"I don't recall seeing your face around here before, so I take it you're new to the guild." Connor stated with a convincing fake smile, slipping back down into the pool as her armor finished scrubbing her back and set the rag at the edge of the pool. "I am Connor Brazzinford, one of the guilds armor smiths. I hope you'll be so kind as to share your name, seeing as we'll likely be working together in the future."​