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

[Maxxob]

Pierre
Location: Bathhouse
Interactions: Connor II-CinderRadcliff-II ​

The bathhouse by itself was already a pleasant enough experience. And Pierre hadn’t even entered the water just yet. However, he came upon a sight he didn’t expect to happen, despite his wild imagination, which simply increased the value of the amenities the Hunter’s Guild had to offer. Without a shred of shame or shyness, the fencer took a good look at the blond-haired woman a few ways of him, particularly all that was in full display at the moment - “What a time to have joined the guild!” - an unconscious smile formed on his lips. He began approaching the woman and the body of water, respectively. But how he would enter the water? Surely, jumping was out of the question and to enter it with his back turned towards it was simply unbecoming of him. One thing that hadn’t escaped his field of view was that the ornate black armor, which he had seen previously, was scrubbing her back - “What a lucky bastard” - he thought to himself, while finally making his entrance to the bath itself, only a few meters away from where the woman had submerged back into it.

Lowering himself as to sit in the edge, he used both of his arms to propel himself inside the water. At that moment, inside the warm water, his body fully relaxed. Whatever stress and tension he might have felt, vanishing in an instant. It reminded of him of the extravagant parties he had participated back in Orlais, but those thoughts were pushed away as not to keep the lady waiting - “Indeed, I am practically brand-new in the guild” - he said, referring about how long he has been in it - “I wouldn’t dream of being so crass as to not introduce myself” - he said, in a lighter tone, producing a motion as close to a bow as it was possible - “Enchanté mademoiselle, I am Pierre L’Entrage DuPius” - after introducing himself, he rose, having the woman once again in his field of vision - “I look forward to working with you” - Pierre smiled, his voice sounding something akin to honey. His attention was then changed towards the amored suit - “Am I correct to assume it is your handiwork?”

 

[Lost Echo]

Okay. She could do this. She’d had to face nobles that terrified her before. Usually because of their treatment of the last girl instead of necromancy, but you use the tools you have. With a smile, enough shyness to be convincing, she said, “Pardon me, milady. I hadn’t wanted to interrupt.” She gave a curtsy and answered, “My name is Meg, and yes, I joined this morning. Master Ramirez took a few of us on a hunt immediately after.” Brushing her hair back and over her ears (dammit, she should have covered them earlier!), she continued, “I’m just waiting for my friend to finish changing,” she gestured toward Anat’s screen. “But if you’d like me to leave, I shall.” Her eyes betrayed her, flicking to the undead armor before returning. Would Ramirez fight for her if this Connor stole her soul?

 

[Genii]

Hannah (npc)
Location: Infirmary (basement)

“Oh my.” Hannah wasn’t expecting Morgana to produce the head of a Leshen. It’s root like veins were still wriggling and stretching, desperately trying to find soil.

“Very rare indeed.” The Elf got up from her seat so she could get a better look at the decapitated forest spirit. “What do you plan to do with the poor thing?”

nathanKmcwilliams

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Barry (npc)
Location: Guildhall

“Sturdy b*gger, aren’t yer.” Barry said after the python hissed at him. “Don’t bother. I’ve faced bigger jaws n’ teeth than wot you got. Come on. Out.”

The dwarf started to drag the snake back to the guildhall, intending to boot it out of the building.

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Percival & Callan
Location: Guildhall (Ramirez’s table)

“You two know one another?” Percival asked as Ramirez made some introductions. He was was much less nervous with the friendly veteran by his side.

“Unfortunately.” Callan grizzled. “What was the quest?”

Gwenymoo

 

[Gwenymoo]

"Was the holes one, ending up being a bit more complex than planned had a shalemer show up and attack, but I think theres a wrym afoot." Ramirez explained to callan, "Lots of holes and tunnels everywhere."

 

[Genii]

Callan & Percival
Location: Guildhall (Ramirez’s table)

As indifferent as Callan was trying to act, he raised both brows hearing that. “A Shaelmaar… sh*t.”

“You goin’ back fer the Wyrm?” The Siren asked Ramirez. “-bits on that’d be worth a fortune.”

“My apologies but… what is a Wyrm?” Percival politely interrupted.

Gwenymoo

((Toby wasting away back at the bar. ))

 

[Gwenymoo]

"Oh a wyrm is a breed of flightless dragon with serpant like bodies, they tend to live in tunnels or lakes, can breath poisonous fumes and have large appetites. Vary from the size of a snake to being able to hug mountains." The hunter explained to Percy in an excited manner. "I dunno bout going solo on such a hunt, if its the size of those tunnels we'll need most the guild."

 

[Oli Beju]

The room had, in all of a short few minutes, become a place of promenade, for three unannounced arrivals, some returning, some entirely new, had made their way to the bathhouse. Connor’s suit of armor, a yet unnamed apparition of a girl that neither had taken to notice, and Pierre… who was entirely naked save an article of clothing that beggared a whole new meaning for the phrase: “girding one’s loins.” With vainglorious fanfare, the man entered the tub, seemingly inured to the fact that there were three women present. If anything, that prospect seemed to be the main attraction. In these minutes, however, Rika had learned a number of somethings of substantial import: The woman to whom she spoke, Connor, was a noblewoman; a fact that Rika herself hadn’t at first gleaned. Subsequently, something she hadn’t caught from earlier, Pierre’s accent was the same as her instructor’s of years past: the man was from Orlais! And what’s more, the young girl that had taken to politely excusing herself, was named Meg. Her deference to her “master”, Ramirez, combined with the her docile demeanor, suggested that perhaps rather than a guild member herself, she was a ward of his at best and a slave at worst, though cosseting the latter seemed to conflict heavily with what Rika understood of the man's nature. Worth noting was that the girl bore curiously longer ears than the average person… one of the beast folk! RIka nodded to the young girl, who’d just referred to another friend of hers behind another screen. And in that moment, RIka felt a sudden urge to leave. This many people nearby with her in such dishabille would make concealing herself, and her left arm difficult. On a slight nervous impulse, she sank further into the water, up to the neck, drifting closer to the wall and out of sight…


Pierre and Connor seemed engaged in conversation, but if earlier interactions were any indication, such an environment coupled with the fact that at least one person present was under the influence, didn’t bode well for their immediate future, sans a protean shift toward an unintended ménage à trois. Rika, for the most part, tried to remain insouciant, taking care to wash whilst the two were in brief discussion. Whence she’d finished, she sat silently, listening to the others converse.

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II-CinderRadcliff-II Maxxob Lost Echo

 

[nathanKmcwilliams]

Genii Gwenymoo
Pestle wriggled to try and get away from Barely. As he was dragged through the guild hall, Pestle looked over at Tobias, and then Callan, and tried to get to where they were. The zombie snake thrashed furiously to get their attention as if saying "tell this dwarf I'm supposed to be here!"

Infirmary
Morgana set the head on a counter, making sure the tendrils couldn't find any dirt. She had a manic look in her eyes as she pulled out her medical bag.
Morgana set out several surgical instruments, and picked up one of them, a scalpel. "Oh I'm going to slice...dice...and sever." She answered Hannah quietly.
Morgana marked certain areas along the Leshen skull with a greasy, dark substance.

 

[Gwenymoo]

Tobias looked up and shouted "Oi dats ma snake friend!"

 

[Doctor Voidsman]

Location: Cackling woods

*Doctor Voidsman was out picking flowers whilst humming softly. he was picking flowers for medicine he had intended to create in order to cure a disease that ate away at human flesh*

 

[Genii]

Barry
Location: Guildhall bar

Barry stopped in his tracks and looked from Tobias to Pestle and back again. He dragged the putrid python over to the rookie and let it go by his feet.

“Found it behind my bar. Nobody goes back there without my say so… alright.” He warned and made an ‘I’m watching you’ gesture to both man and snake.

nathanKmcwilliams

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Hannah
Location: Infirmary

“… and then you’ll release it?” Hannah added with a smile once Morgana had explained what she intended to do. Leshens were dangerous, yes, but only to those foolish enough to enter their territory.



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Callan & Percival
Location: Guildhall (Ramirez’s table)

“Hm. I saw one o’ the tunnels on the road earlier. Must be a big bastard…” Callan mused.

“If there is a Wyrm down there… how would one slay it?” Percival asked. Ramirez had known how to flip the Shaelmaar over, so perhaps he and Callan knew the best way to deal with a wyrm too?

Gwenymoo

 

[Maxxob]

Pierre
Location: Bathhouse
Interactions: Connor II-CinderRadcliff-II / Rika Oli Beju / Meg Lost Echo
Vague mention: Percival Genii ​

Pierre had been so focused on Connor, that hearing someone’s voice was almost a surprise. Indeed, snapping off his attention, the man noticed that the blond-haired woman, the armored fellow and himself were not the only ones there. A few ways off him, he could also see the woman he had met briefly back at the bar, Rika, the one he had pried away the romance-inexperienced Percival from - “Madmoiselle Rika, it is a pleasure to meet you again” - his voice sounding sultry as ever. Only by chance, he had seen her at all before she vanished from his field of view. Was she that shy as to try to hide herself? Maybe it was his presence that made her take such a course of action - “Ah, she is a coy one… still, those are so deliciously fun…” - indeed, the man from Orlais had learned to appreciate all sorts of personalities. And then, there was on more in view.

Turning his head, the man took a good look at the girl who had just recently joined the trio. Her choice of words to address both the armor smith, and the fellow named Ramirez, made him wonder for a moment who she was. Maybe she was a squire, an assistant of sorts or a servant? However, she had, indeed, mentioned she had joined the guild earlier so, if there was a vassalage relationship between herself and the master, he would gander the first option was the most likely. In addition, there was one more person in the bathhouse, changing. Five in total and Pierre. He was outnumbered, just the way he preferred - “While I wouldn’t dare to assume to speak for madmoiselle Connor…” - he alternated looks towards the blond-haired woman and then back to Meg - “... I’m certain that your presence is welcomed… if not desired” - he ended, with a wolfish look in his eyes.

But there was something that was clearly present in the back of Pierre’s mind: that it was a high-stakes game. Maybe even higher than when Marquis Savath had challenged him to a duel, due to his entertaining of the Marquess, a fact that was vehemently denied, by both himself and the lady in question. He had to watch his footing, carefully, better than when he is in battle, lest his reputation fall from grace. And still, besides his carefulness, he couldn’t deny enjoying himself with the whole situation.

 

[Oli Beju]

The man’s accent had taken its toll, and without meaning to, RIka responded to him as she’d been entrained to address her late instructor. “Bonjour, Monsieur Bontemp—… excusez moi , Monsieur Pierre.” It was never her favorite language, and she’d often be scolded for not getting it exactly right, but what little she knew, she'd speak truly, if not a tad provincially. Her presence noted, she looked to Pierre, who’s lascivious expression said it all. Whereupon earlier, the ignorance of the reprobate Tobias as to the better tenants of high society had endeared Rika, the man that stood at present before her seemed wholly attuned to the palaver that constituted the rules of noble propriety.. he just didn’t seem to care a lick about them, but all the same, he did have his uses and if nothing else, he was interesting. “Pardon me, monsieur, but earlier, you took care of the boy with the fancy armor… did he happen to say where he was from? I fear I may have been a trifle harsh with him...” A spurious, feigned contrition. Nothing made her feel more like the machinating gentry at home than asking questions she already knew the answers to in order to glean further insight… but prior experience determined that it served better to have some of the right questions, than to have all of the answers.

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Maxxob

 

[nathanKmcwilliams]

Genii Gwenymoo
Guild Hall, Bar
Annoyed and hungry, Pestle curled up into a ball of coils on the counter and sulked for a moment. Then the snake looked at Tobias and slightly nodded his thanks.

Infirmary
"Let...it go?" Morgana tilted her head at Hannah. "Why ever should I do that? After all of my experiments I daresay there won't be much left." She severed a root tendril with the scalpel and looked at the squiggling appendage.

It writhed like an earthworm on the counter, and she lowered her head close to it and squinted. "Interesting how it always seeks towards the ground, no matter where you place it." The tendril inched towards the counter edge. "Earth magic is strong. Do you know what creates a Leshen? I am not too familiar with these creatures I must admit." Morgana asked of Hannah.

 

[Gwenymoo]

Tobias scooped up the snake and petted it... "I might av some jerky .." he rummaged in his pockets offering his a strip of meat.
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"a wyrm is not to be taken lightly, they're dragons after all." Ramirez shook his head "They can resist most poisons, hard armour, supringly fast. Some folks dig spike traps in the tunnels to spear their softer bellies.

 

[Genii]

Callan & Percival
Location: Guildhall

“Or…” Callan tried not to smirk as he gave the rookie some advice of his own. “Let it swallow yer whole, n’ attack it from the inside.”

Percival couldn’t work out if the Siren was joking or not. He look disturbed by the idea, understandably.

“… just make it quick, else you’ll run out of air or get digested.” Callan continued to torment the boy.

Gwenymoo

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Hannah (npc)
Location: Infirmary

Hannah curiously watched as Morgana started to dissect pieces from the Leshen. “They are ancient creatures. Some think them to be guardians… protectors of Herne’s forest.”

The Wood Elf cupped her hands together and caught the wriggling root before it could fall off the desk. “Would you mind if I kept this?”

nathanKmcwilliams

 

[Doctor Voidsman]

Location: Cackling Woods

*Colmer watches the town from a tree and writes down about it in his note book* "Humanity has evolved I see...perhaps I should visit soon...but not now"

 

[Lost Echo]

Urzoth’s first stop was the kitchens. They were regretting not letting Akela eat that deer. Then at least, they would only have to deal with Kenai’s hunger. Hunger is not something unusual to wild animals. Predators would have to succeed in their hunt, which did not always happen. But their ancestors were only represented by those animals, they lived their lives as strong orcs. So focused were they, that they missed the blue fire appearing near the bar. Thankfully, since the alcohol being caught alight would cause a riot, nevermind the damage the fire would do.

Marahute caught Tobias lifting the dead python onto the bar. Urzoth took a moment to be grateful they couldn’t reach it. They doubted it would ever get clean. Poor Barry. That snake reeked. Still, Callan could be the responsible adult. Getting a wave from Colin without even having to speak, the half-orc rolled to one of the empty tables, not feeling any desire to talk. She could see Yelania doing the same. They could share a table of silence, but there would still have to be the obligatory greetings, which Urzoth was hungry enough to turn into a grunt instead of words.

Their thoughts were fuzzed as they waited, clear of anything but hunger, but after Colin brought out a large roast, with the side of venison, they began to think. Callan’s behavior around the rookie might be amusing, but it always was strange. It did seem more caring than a simple debt would require. But what was their connection? Tobias’s answer didn’t inspire depth. Certainly not of the kind that should screw with Callan’s head enough to make a rookie mistake. One the actual rookies didn’t do.

They caught Rika’s laugh, smirking some when they turned to see her with Callan. The thought of him enjoying the conversation with Mr. Loudmouth was amusing, even if they were too far to hear any of it. He was getting quite the crowd, even the new recruit, a large red lizard-folk joined the group.

They were finishing their first course when Connor and her armor left the guildhall. Barely bothering a nod, her bloodied state reminded the orc to check their legs for any cuts. That altar exploded with enough force to possibly make it through the leather of her boots, or the fabric of their pants. Glancing down, they didn’t see any blood staining the light fabric, allowing them time to worry about it.

Colin had returned with another plate of meat when another commotion broke out. Some kid had walked in with less than his skivvies on. What the fuck. They shared a look of exasperation, what was he even thinking, with the cyclops before he left to return to the kitchen. They weren’t surprised by Callan’s response but were by Rika’s. Something must have happened while she was out. Urzoth didn’t care beyond making a note not to go on a hunt with her until she evened out.

It was solved by the Loudmouth though, which improved the atmosphere by guiding the young lad to the dormitories. Yay. He could be useful. They returned to their meal. Ramirez entered--even distracted a man that size is hard to miss--taking his spot in the back. They continued to clean their plate. They noticed Barry dragging, oh yes, that was Pestle but ignored it. The snake was likely unkillable, already being dead, and smart enough to get back in after the barkeep threw it out. She was unsurprised that Tobias called out to protect it--though maybe that he noticed, was he still drinking Dragon’s Fire?

When finished they glanced around, pulling away from the table. Callan was busy--how did Ramirez convince him to stay and talk? How drunk was the siren? Had he passed through curmudgeonly into…friendly? What the fuck. Well, at least he’d likely be more talkative when they caught him. They rolled toward Lander instead, planning to catch Callan when he retired to the dorms and greeted them with a nod.

soulofeden

 

[Yonsisac]

Location: Dorms
Interactions: Meg

Ana while in the changing curtain, putting back her clothes and her cleric garments, representative of her religion. She is still a cleric to heart and wanted to make sure all she has worked for is not left behind. But while dressing, Ana decided to leave her armor in the bag, she is not in battle so why keep it on? Just the clothes, garments and belt was enough, the capelet.... it was not cold, that small cape was for more cold areas so right now not needed. Once all Ready, dry and dressed, strapping the bag behind her back she walked out, noticing Ramirez and Percy gone but Meg was still around and as well some hunters she has not noticed before. With a smile she waved at them as a form of friendly gesture, mostly to Meg signaling at her to come so they may go and check up the quest board and find the pair of men who left, bet they might be in the guild hall doing the same with the quest board.

After the bathhouse Once meg began to follow "Making some friends?", it's been a venture and Ana wished to find her room so she may drop her stuff off and noticing the hallway down lead to both the rooms AND the hallway a small quick detour to throw her stuff in would not hurt "Gonna make a small detour to drop my stuff in my room meg real quick ok? don't wanna carry it all day" gesturing towards the leather bag. From the documents and what ramirez said, she had to bunk a room and would have her own down the line. walking down the hallway for the rooms she stopped for a second and though "Meg dont you sleep in one of the bunk rooms? i mean if there is space wont mind bunking with you, mage duo" she asked not really knowing if Meg even HAD a room...
Lost Echo

 

[Lost Echo]

With a nod to those in the pool, Meg grasped the excuse to leave with both hands and maybe feet too. She was so relieved. Her soul was still inside of her…she assumed, how did one know? Maybe Anat would be able to answer that question. Her clothes looked like some sort of priest or cleric, but Meg didn’t know enough to know what church. She didn’t seem to mind her dirty blood however. So she wasn’t from any church Meg knew of.

The girl let Anat lead, since she would have had to go outside to get back to the guildhall. She was lost enough that when Anat mentioned the hallway they’d turned onto was to the dormitories, her first thought was, there are dormitories? Realizing her idiocy, she followed, wondering how you go about signing up for a room, before Anat offered a solution. With a relieved smile, she tried not to sound too desperate. “I’d love to. I haven’t really gotten a tour or anything.” She blushed at the kind words, as if she was a mage, but didn’t contradict.

Maybe she could at least make up a reputation as a mage. That could keep her from becoming a--it occurred to her that the armored spirit wasn’t a servant, but a slave. And probably the Connor lady was one of the few powerful enough to steal souls. Feeling like she was in a safe space, she shuddered, scrunching her face at the thought. Shaking her head, she smiled genuinely, letting questions about Anat’s magic and clothes and bag and--fill her mind, washing away the terrible thought. “Let’s find a room. It’d be nice to drop some of these layers," she gestured to herself, wearing all the clothes she owned.

 

[Yonsisac]

Location: Dorm room
Interaction: Meg Lost Echo

Ana smiled as it seems they both have not chosen a room, well what a surprise seems they had to get one, while reaching in to her satchel for the papers given to her "I only got a small tour that's about it, but anything outside from here is unexplored to me...have not even seen the city yet..." admitting to her tunnel vision towards the hunters guild itself. Once the papers were out she read seeming they could pick any vacant bunk room as long it: A. Had space and B. Not a single room dorm meant for veterans, simple enough, with that Ana looked left and right at the dorms. Ramirez DID show her where his room was so maybe there was a vacant one in that section "Come on i think i know where" walking a few meters down the hall she saw Ramirez's room and with that, Ana checked the room 3 doors away on the bunk side and, surprise, was vacant bunk room! A total of what seem 4 beds, 2 bunk beds on each side and a night stand on the end of the bottom ones, small ladder leading the top one, candle, desk and all that was mentioned! "Well, lets make ourselves comfy, you prefer top bunk or bottom bunk?" Ana asked kneeling down in the middle of the room as she slowly took out the stuff from her bag placing them on the bottom bed for now so she may organize. There were odd assortment of nick nacks from a small patch of black feathers tied with a cord and a sigil, representing her family insignia and multiple books, 3 to be more specific, all with her research and studies from the pass decade.

Ana looked over meg for a split second, wondering, she seems uncomfy in some way back at the bath house and on the way towards the dorms. She hopes she is alright, she might ask in a bit but best get comfy first. Meg seem sweet in many aspects and more so, Ana has never seem a Elf, well she presume she is a Elf, her ears seem to give that notion. Anas White blind eyes looked inside her bag finding a holy symbol of a stag, the god Herne, he had many representations but the stag, Was Ana's favorite. "How you been feeling of the guild so far Meg? would like to know your thoughts"

 

[Hell_Recompense]

Gol walks into the guild hall with a pronounced limp. His back had been killing him from the travels and the giant pack he carried around didn't help him. He wiped his forehead as he took it all in, giving the place a complete look over standing in the doorway. Out of fear of getting in someone's way he stepped aside and approached an empty table setting his pack upon it. He was still in the throes of adjusting to not being in a cramped subterranean ruin, or his stuffy workshop full of the sounds of banging hammers. He reached a hand into his bag and pulled out an empty book, he looked around the hall and flipped open the first page. A small, dim, blue light emitted from the page leaving behind an ink illustration of the bar area he had been staring at. He stared, not minding his social cues, as the blue light basked against his face, and he flipped the pages at a steady pace, copying down images of all the patrons he set his eyes upon, magically drawing them in detailed picture until there was nothing in sight, he hadn't drawn. Gol let out a heavy sigh as he closed his journal and made a reach for a small cloth bag he had in a pouch. He looks right and left as he leans into the bag and takes a sniff of its contents, a tiny bit of goldish power floating in the air as he retracts it back to where it came, taking his hand he waved any bits of powder still floating around away from him. He leaned back slouched in his seat and dragged his pack off the table and into the floor, he reached into his bag on the floor beside him and pulled out an ornate looking green book, he then began focusing as he had while copying what he was seeing, although this time he was actually writing words in the book, he passed his gaze around the hall seemingly stopping on all the animal companions' other adventurers had. He eventually got too wrapped up in writing to even look around his surrounds, drowning out everything but the book he had Infront of him.

 

[II-CinderRadcliff-II]

Connor Brazzinford - 'The Phantom Armory'

Interactions: Rika ( Oli Beju ) and Pierre ( Maxxob )
Mentions: Meg

Connor had watched patiently as Pierre entered the bath house pool alongside them, her colorful emerald eyes looking over his features. She certainly seemed impressed by what she saw, and she almost certainly didn't seem to kind him having ogled her beauty. His words confirmed what she had expected, though his accent caught her heavily off guard. Like a hot knife through butter his compliments were more than enough to leave her face flushed and an uncontrollable smile on her face, prompting her to partially submerge her face underwater so she could regain her composure. With his bow he gained even more respect from her, completely shattering her earlier judgement as her thoughts were completely derailed. She had even completely forgotten about Meg, who had joined them just as Pierre asked about her armor.
"O-oh this? Yeah, I had forged the armor myself during my travels shortly after joining the guild." Connor managed to say, barely having regained any semblance of composure. "To say this armor is by best work is an under-statement, so I'm afraid that it's not up for sale." She concluded as the suit of armor pulled off its helmet, giving a bow while holding out its head like a magician or a circus performer. It became as clear as day to Pierre that there was no man inside of the suit, though his gaze falling onto the armor gave her more time to compose herself. "As you can see, I can control any armor I've forged using my own specialized magic, and this suit in particular is attuned to my soul." Her words echoed a little inside of the room, catching Meg on her way out as she left with her friend.

Her gaze turned to Rika, who seemed to have encountered him before joining her in the bath house pool. Lucky. While she engaged in conversation with him, Connor held her breath again and dipped completely back underwater, lurking beneath the soapy waters surface as her slim body navigated around to his side. When she reemerged she was much closer than they had originally been, though in her drunken state she hadn't tried going for him yet. Perhaps she was still unsure if his character was pure hearted or not, but she most certainly seemed interested in him. She barely heard Rika's words if at all while she had been underwater, though with no context it probably wouldn't have mattered much.​

 

[Lost Echo]

As Anat searched her satchel, Meg laughed, “Well, I don’t know anything about the uppity parts of town, but I’ve lived in Colby my entire life. This morning was my first time leaving it.” She shook off thoughts of the shaelmar, to refocus on what Ana had pulled out. Papers, though she couldn’t tell what they said. The woman studied them before leading the way to a room. What did those sheets say? Had she already been assigned a room? Was Meg assigned one? If she could manage, she definitely wanted to stay with Anat. Her kindness and magic amazed her.

The room was huge. Yes, four people had to stay in it. But five had to stay in the cramped attic back home. And she got a bed? Off the floor. “The top.” Her answer came before she had to think, but she agreed with it. It was always safer up high. As Anat claimed the floor and bottom bunk, Meg climbed agilely up to her own. She first removed her boots, putting them at the bottom of the bunk, then her precious water satchel. Propping it in the corner, she opened it, leaving it available should she need it. The two remains of her staff lay along the wall, a reminder to find something better. She then removed all of her jewelry, before lifting the mattress at the head. She took a moment to be surprised it was sewn shut before deciding to wear it until she slept instead. They were all she had to buy some armor or a better weapon.

Next, she removed her white dress, folding it neatly at the end of her bed, followed by the leather straps she had wrapped around her arms and waist. Freed down to slacks, she let her feet hang over the edge as she watched Anat empty her bag. She had so many books! And things that must have helped with her spell working. Meg was bursting with questions she didn’t know how to form.

It was difficult to focus when Ana asked a question, but she sighed heavily, twisting and leaning back to stare at the ceiling, thinking of her answer. “If you’d asked before you’d gone to change, I would have said amazing. Because almost everything here has been better. The rooms, the baths, even the guildhall was friendlier than I expected.” She sighed, running her fingers through her hair as it fanned out behind her. “Though even then, there was the problem of the hunt, though the bath made me not think about it.” She rolled to look down at Anat through her hair and said, “Be careful judging the difficulty of the one you choose. Ours was about holes scattered through the Giles’ farm. I figured it was an easy enough starting point.” Flicking her hair back she smiled wryly. “In case it isn’t obvious, I’m a total beginner. Like I said, I’ve never left Colby’s gates. My experience with fighting is bar fights.” Shaking her head, she continued “Almost immediately you could tell that they weren’t holes, they were pits. And they were everywhere not just at Giles’.” Her eyes went dark in remembrance, a stream of water coming to her to flow around her fingers. “It was this huge boulder thing. A Shale-mar? Ramirez brought the whole thing back. Definitely not what I was prepared for. Or any of us expect Ramirez. So maybe it's normal.” She shook her head, “I don’t know who’d do it, but it makes sense to me to check the quest’s accuracy, you know? And that’s not even touching on whoever that Connor lady was.” She remembered catching what the woman said, she could control armor, but that one had part of her soul in it. Or something like that. Meg wasn't sure splitting your soul was less sinful than stealing someone else's, but at least it was to yourself?

 

[Doctor Voidsman]

Location: Cackling woods

*Doc Voidsman jumped down from his tree and looks around* "time for chaos~" *He began marching forward towards a nearby tavern to look for an opponent*