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Fantasy The Hunter’s Inn || Monster Hunting RP [OPEN]
- Thread starter Genii
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Yonsisac
Local-super-mega-Potassium-cyborg Ninja!
(Rushed post, not home, hope all is well, something off just tell me in OOC and will change)
Interaction: Meg,Ramirez and calixto
Location: Guildhall
Ana smiled and noded at Percy "I will be waiting, I will get my stuff as well" she began to walk to the table, but notice a few people on the quest board- OH SHIT. Her smile turn to a frown as she notice that she forgot to return the papers back to the quest board, jogging towards the table, seeing Meg with some handsome looking man, Ramirez half asleep and dead, and other people "Hello there! Give me a sec forgot something!" She picked up the 3 papers on the table but one of them she held it in the other hand, the one to Darby, befor she left "Me and Percy are going to Darby to investigate vanishing men, if anyone wants to join, all ears" she said stopping by Ramirez and tapping his shoulder "you coming sleepy head?" As she stated that, walking towards the quest board, Stapled Bad fish and ghoul manor...maybe if she comes back and that one is not taken...that's next one in mind.
With a sigh, nervous, first quest...just hope all is well and goes well. Holding her book tightly, can't wait. But now she had to pick her stuff up, going to her shared dorm as quick as possible she began to pick her important stuff needed and in the leather bag: padded armor, flail and few items for her magic from parchment, holy symbol and talisman. She felt ready. And taking the charcoal piece wrapped in paper, she had to mark herself for some spells and this was needed more than any.
All prep and ready, walking down the hall down the stairs back to the hall and towards where Meg and the rest was as she waited for Percy. But more specifically....she found out who the owner of the griffin was....looking over at Meg as the man let the little...well for now...little guy out and ask Meg as she gestured towards the half angel "the cute little guy is his?"
Interaction: Meg,Ramirez and calixto
Location: Guildhall
Ana smiled and noded at Percy "I will be waiting, I will get my stuff as well" she began to walk to the table, but notice a few people on the quest board- OH SHIT. Her smile turn to a frown as she notice that she forgot to return the papers back to the quest board, jogging towards the table, seeing Meg with some handsome looking man, Ramirez half asleep and dead, and other people "Hello there! Give me a sec forgot something!" She picked up the 3 papers on the table but one of them she held it in the other hand, the one to Darby, befor she left "Me and Percy are going to Darby to investigate vanishing men, if anyone wants to join, all ears" she said stopping by Ramirez and tapping his shoulder "you coming sleepy head?" As she stated that, walking towards the quest board, Stapled Bad fish and ghoul manor...maybe if she comes back and that one is not taken...that's next one in mind.
With a sigh, nervous, first quest...just hope all is well and goes well. Holding her book tightly, can't wait. But now she had to pick her stuff up, going to her shared dorm as quick as possible she began to pick her important stuff needed and in the leather bag: padded armor, flail and few items for her magic from parchment, holy symbol and talisman. She felt ready. And taking the charcoal piece wrapped in paper, she had to mark herself for some spells and this was needed more than any.
All prep and ready, walking down the hall down the stairs back to the hall and towards where Meg and the rest was as she waited for Percy. But more specifically....she found out who the owner of the griffin was....looking over at Meg as the man let the little...well for now...little guy out and ask Meg as she gestured towards the half angel "the cute little guy is his?"
Gwenymoo
Dragon artist
"Im up im up..." the man slurred staggering to his feet to follow the duo.
Astrophil
(°_°)
Interactions: NPC Rival Guildmembers/Not Important
Godefroi was in the town's pub looking for two things, missions that require her aid and interesting rumors to report back to Beryl. She kept to herself, but her ears were open to pick up random conversations within the oddly quiet building-not wanting to have a missed opportunity at overhearing something juicy. Back at the guild, it was rowdy, yet somehow you have someone sleeping at any given point of the day. She brings the tin tankard full of ale to her lips. She finds the quiet murmurings a bit uncomfortable for her taste. She wasn't used to the low volume of bars as she's adjusted to the one back at the guildhall. Not to mention having drinking contests with Callan, but no winner would be declared since they've lost count after a certain number of drinks. Upon her arrival, she kept to her lane and only conversed with the bartender serving the bar. She paid him the right amount of coin. That was it. She thought tonight was uneventful, and she would enjoy herself in peace. That is until six blokes entered the pub. Like before, she kept to herself, drinking away yet eavesdropping on their conversation. "Had you heard? The Hunters Guild failed a mission." An older man, probably in his mid-forties, spoke with a stupid grin on his tanned face. Oh yeah, at the mention of her guild, she steadily twists her body to get a better look at them, but not too much to draw full attention. There were rookies on that team. They didn't understand what was going on quite yet. Another one commented, another man in his early 20s, probably. He sounded young and cocky, typical of folks around his age. It's hard to tell as he's hidden behind two tall fellows. "Heh, what'd you expect from a guild like that? A drunken robin and a washout guild master." Oh yeah, they were talking about Callan and Beryl.
Still, she held her tongue and tried to calm herself down. She gradually lowers her tankard onto the bartending table, tapping her index finger on the polished oak wood. "They say they have the best Veterans, but most of them lack both brains and brawns." A blue-eyed man laughed at his poor insult, Godefroi wiggling in her seat as the adrenaline rush into her system. Okay, that may be true (to some of the members), but there's no way she'll allow them to speak ill of them like that. Teasing with her guildmates was her job, and she'll be damned if someone was trying to take it. Just then, she heard the worst part of all. It caused her to press her index finger angrily against the wood-smooshing the wood beneath it. "Watch them go out of business. Those poor little rats going to be begging for scraps and coins." Adding on to the slander, a woman spoke up, with her tone bearing no sense of remorse. Godefroi pressed her finger and left a dent within the surface, then dragged it in her direction, leaving behind a trail as she went. She kept reminding herself of the rules, but it was failing to quench her anger. She knew that few of her guildmates joined for a chance to have a home to have something they turn to without fear. No more did they have to beg for hours in the streets to have a bite to eat. They joined to have a better life, which is something she'll defend without hesitation. Godefroi brought the mug back to her lips to finish her drink, then pulled off two coin pouches from her hips and dropped them on the table. "This is for the damages," she says after passing over the now-finished beverage. They were for bribing people for more details, but now it's going for a better cause. The bartender was confused about what she meant by that, then suddenly, Godefroi kicked a stool in the direction of the men and managed to make one fall to the floor. "Whoops. Careless me," turning herself to face them, "my legs have a sense of their own." Watching as they helped the man who fell back to his feet, shooting death glares at her.
"You have a problem, lass?" The older fellow spoke, Godefroi tapping her finger in a steady beast. "No, not at all. I only want to gain your attention. Now," she rises to her feet with a grunt, "share the news about the Hunters Guild. I'm curious myself." Offering them a devilish smile, the group of six approaches her and surrounds her. Four men and two women. All of them seem like they want to fight her. How joyous. The woman examines all of them, "Well? Have anything about the tall one? The one named The Beast of War." They all went eerily hush, then the cocky young one spoke up, "Well. He's a coward and afraid of getting scratched. Always wearing rundown armor. Probably a poor bastard." Godefroi lifts her brows, "Huh? Am I poor? I don't know. My chest is full as we speak." Talking to herself in her mind, crossing her arms together as they got closer to her. She shifts her eyes to each individual, grinding her teeth together. "Also, we heard the so-called beast is a weak, scrawny man that wears that armor to boost his ego." Ah, the cold-hearted witch has spoken, locking eyes with the woman, her grin straining. Wow, these people are childish pricks. Carrying on, did they believe she was a full-ass man? She doesn't know if she should be honored or offended. "That's bizarre. I don't wear that rundown armor for protecting me," she approaches one of the cocky youngster, then effortlessly tosses him across the pub, "I wear it to keep others safe." The older one lunges at her, readying to punch her in the face. Godefroi grabs him by the wrist and slams him down to the ground. Ignoring how hard she did it. I'm sure he'll be fine. Ah, beautiful bar fights with chairs, and people threw around the bar, not to mention teeth.
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Interactions: Hannah
Genii
Godefroi heads back to the guildhall covered in bruises and blood that could be hers or someone else's. Wincing as her ribs were hurting, having been punched about 20 times to them. "Beryl is going to kill me." Mumbling to herself, shoving open the large doors to the building and heads to the infirmary to heal herself with Hannah's talent. She ignores the stares from the other guildmates, only giving them a brief dip of her head to acknowledge them. They better not snitch, or she's exposing everyone in here. Godefroi enters the infirmary, clearing her throat to gain Hannah's attention. "Don't ask questions and patch me up." Going over to sit down on a table, rubbing her bruised side.
Godefroi was in the town's pub looking for two things, missions that require her aid and interesting rumors to report back to Beryl. She kept to herself, but her ears were open to pick up random conversations within the oddly quiet building-not wanting to have a missed opportunity at overhearing something juicy. Back at the guild, it was rowdy, yet somehow you have someone sleeping at any given point of the day. She brings the tin tankard full of ale to her lips. She finds the quiet murmurings a bit uncomfortable for her taste. She wasn't used to the low volume of bars as she's adjusted to the one back at the guildhall. Not to mention having drinking contests with Callan, but no winner would be declared since they've lost count after a certain number of drinks. Upon her arrival, she kept to her lane and only conversed with the bartender serving the bar. She paid him the right amount of coin. That was it. She thought tonight was uneventful, and she would enjoy herself in peace. That is until six blokes entered the pub. Like before, she kept to herself, drinking away yet eavesdropping on their conversation. "Had you heard? The Hunters Guild failed a mission." An older man, probably in his mid-forties, spoke with a stupid grin on his tanned face. Oh yeah, at the mention of her guild, she steadily twists her body to get a better look at them, but not too much to draw full attention. There were rookies on that team. They didn't understand what was going on quite yet. Another one commented, another man in his early 20s, probably. He sounded young and cocky, typical of folks around his age. It's hard to tell as he's hidden behind two tall fellows. "Heh, what'd you expect from a guild like that? A drunken robin and a washout guild master." Oh yeah, they were talking about Callan and Beryl.
Still, she held her tongue and tried to calm herself down. She gradually lowers her tankard onto the bartending table, tapping her index finger on the polished oak wood. "They say they have the best Veterans, but most of them lack both brains and brawns." A blue-eyed man laughed at his poor insult, Godefroi wiggling in her seat as the adrenaline rush into her system. Okay, that may be true (to some of the members), but there's no way she'll allow them to speak ill of them like that. Teasing with her guildmates was her job, and she'll be damned if someone was trying to take it. Just then, she heard the worst part of all. It caused her to press her index finger angrily against the wood-smooshing the wood beneath it. "Watch them go out of business. Those poor little rats going to be begging for scraps and coins." Adding on to the slander, a woman spoke up, with her tone bearing no sense of remorse. Godefroi pressed her finger and left a dent within the surface, then dragged it in her direction, leaving behind a trail as she went. She kept reminding herself of the rules, but it was failing to quench her anger. She knew that few of her guildmates joined for a chance to have a home to have something they turn to without fear. No more did they have to beg for hours in the streets to have a bite to eat. They joined to have a better life, which is something she'll defend without hesitation. Godefroi brought the mug back to her lips to finish her drink, then pulled off two coin pouches from her hips and dropped them on the table. "This is for the damages," she says after passing over the now-finished beverage. They were for bribing people for more details, but now it's going for a better cause. The bartender was confused about what she meant by that, then suddenly, Godefroi kicked a stool in the direction of the men and managed to make one fall to the floor. "Whoops. Careless me," turning herself to face them, "my legs have a sense of their own." Watching as they helped the man who fell back to his feet, shooting death glares at her.
"You have a problem, lass?" The older fellow spoke, Godefroi tapping her finger in a steady beast. "No, not at all. I only want to gain your attention. Now," she rises to her feet with a grunt, "share the news about the Hunters Guild. I'm curious myself." Offering them a devilish smile, the group of six approaches her and surrounds her. Four men and two women. All of them seem like they want to fight her. How joyous. The woman examines all of them, "Well? Have anything about the tall one? The one named The Beast of War." They all went eerily hush, then the cocky young one spoke up, "Well. He's a coward and afraid of getting scratched. Always wearing rundown armor. Probably a poor bastard." Godefroi lifts her brows, "Huh? Am I poor? I don't know. My chest is full as we speak." Talking to herself in her mind, crossing her arms together as they got closer to her. She shifts her eyes to each individual, grinding her teeth together. "Also, we heard the so-called beast is a weak, scrawny man that wears that armor to boost his ego." Ah, the cold-hearted witch has spoken, locking eyes with the woman, her grin straining. Wow, these people are childish pricks. Carrying on, did they believe she was a full-ass man? She doesn't know if she should be honored or offended. "That's bizarre. I don't wear that rundown armor for protecting me," she approaches one of the cocky youngster, then effortlessly tosses him across the pub, "I wear it to keep others safe." The older one lunges at her, readying to punch her in the face. Godefroi grabs him by the wrist and slams him down to the ground. Ignoring how hard she did it. I'm sure he'll be fine. Ah, beautiful bar fights with chairs, and people threw around the bar, not to mention teeth.
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Interactions: Hannah
Genii
Godefroi heads back to the guildhall covered in bruises and blood that could be hers or someone else's. Wincing as her ribs were hurting, having been punched about 20 times to them. "Beryl is going to kill me." Mumbling to herself, shoving open the large doors to the building and heads to the infirmary to heal herself with Hannah's talent. She ignores the stares from the other guildmates, only giving them a brief dip of her head to acknowledge them. They better not snitch, or she's exposing everyone in here. Godefroi enters the infirmary, clearing her throat to gain Hannah's attention. "Don't ask questions and patch me up." Going over to sit down on a table, rubbing her bruised side.
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Genii
💎
Percival
Location: Dormitories
Placing Ramirez’s book on his bed, Percival donned his gambeson. It was filthy still, but if they were spending a night on the road, perhaps cleaning off the mud would be a waste of time.
He tugged on his boots and wrist guards, but when he got to his chest plate he stopped. He ran his hand across the etching on the front of it - a prancing deer, the symbol of Renton and the Hartlands. Rather bullish of Sir Henry to add a crown to the design, but it was meant as a gesture of faith.
Instead of donning the armour, Percival left it on his bed and threw his cape over it, before leaving the room to rejoin the others.
Location: Dormitories
Placing Ramirez’s book on his bed, Percival donned his gambeson. It was filthy still, but if they were spending a night on the road, perhaps cleaning off the mud would be a waste of time.
He tugged on his boots and wrist guards, but when he got to his chest plate he stopped. He ran his hand across the etching on the front of it - a prancing deer, the symbol of Renton and the Hartlands. Rather bullish of Sir Henry to add a crown to the design, but it was meant as a gesture of faith.
Instead of donning the armour, Percival left it on his bed and threw his cape over it, before leaving the room to rejoin the others.
Maxxob
The Overseer
“A Coventinian… mmm..” - the old man tried to jog his memory to remember if he had ever heard such a term before, but alas, nothing was found - “You look like a jack of all trades then, those are quite a few qualifications you got there” - the old man laughed a bit, partially because of her own joke and the whole situation itself. The creature was amusing, interesting. It had certainly caught the magus attention - “Thank you, I picked the hat myself. My name is Balthazar” - he nodded at the end of his introduction, his throat still quite dry.
“Wait! What are you doing?! The hell?!” - Balthazar was clearly surprised from the sudden grabbing and sniffing - “Hold on, hold on! Personal space! Personal space!” - his frail, elderly hands swatted at the air, trying to push the pooch back on her own stool. His face showed that he was disgruntled with the whole invasion of his personal space - “Oh yes, I am an arcane manipulator. A magus, if you will.” The creature’s over excitement of him own vocation brought an unwanted smile on his face. What was all that excitement about? - “Hey, hey, calm yourself down. You may be thinking about witches or mages that specialize in some kind of transmutation. I am specialized in the manipulation of the elements, which means I can conjure fireballs, lightning, ice walls and things like that. Well… I can also teleport myself and others”
Maxxob
The Overseer
So many things had happened, that Pierre was almost stunned by it. Was his mind still slow from all that heavy exercise? Yes, that must have been it. Still, there was something about searching for ‘missing men’ that some people would embark on. A quest, in a sense, of the hunter's own volition. That would be interesting, as to get him used to the lay of the land, what surprises he would encounter and, more over, getting to know his comrades better in battle, see what they are capable of - “You can count me in, I just need to grab my cape fr… you know what? I can go capeless” - the told the girl in the white, clerical robes, ready to depart at a moment’s notice.
Lost Echo
🏳️🌈
“He’s smart enough to not kick a magical hornet’s nest. And his instincts are clear, it’s the more…social qualities he doesn’t understand." They'd almost said human, but that didn't quite fit. "I’d trust him on another hunt.” They shook their head, “If it wasn’t Tobias, then what the fock is it? You may claim to hate having a partner, but you’re a good one Callan. What is wrong?”
Genii
(Callan)
Genii
(Callan)
Gwenymoo
Dragon artist
Tobias started his hunt for some small pest in the guild area to aquire a small skull. The idea of hunting a rodent or bird felt a bit below him....its not like they even have much meat on them either...
Lost Echo
🏳️🌈
Meg looked up at Arthy, giving him a wink. He really wanted to play with his special person, she figured she’d be fine. Holding the dishes in one hand, she easily weaved through the crowd, picking up a few she passed without stopping out of habit. Reaching the kitchens, she headed straight for the sink, putting the pile in to soak. Stepping back and out of the extra arms of the chef. Somehow, he did not scare her. His position made sense; of course they would hide someone like him in the back. “An excellent meal, Sir Colin, but I must ask for another.” With a laugh and a shake of her head, she added, “Not for me, a friend and some raw meat for his griffin.” For a moment, she figured she was being ignored: for all that she thought she saw a nod, but he did not respond. Still, she was quickly handed first the meal, then a plate with cubes of what looked like chicken. (She worried about that for a moment, before convincing herself hawks ate other birds, Arthy should be fine.) He gave her a stern look, which she took to mean keep them separate, and she nodded, then left with a curtsy.
She returned to Ramirez awake, though appearing only halfway, and Calixto not visible. Setting each plate on the table, she smiled at Anat, who seemed more kitted out than before. She really was going to go on that quest tonight? Thankfully she asked about Arthy, and so Meg replied, “Yeah, the little one’s name is Arthagus, Arthy for short. And the guy’s Calixto.” She considered mentioning the angel thing, but remembered his uncomfortable face. She’d wait until it was more private to tell her; even if he said it in the guildhall, she could be more circumspect.
She returned to Ramirez awake, though appearing only halfway, and Calixto not visible. Setting each plate on the table, she smiled at Anat, who seemed more kitted out than before. She really was going to go on that quest tonight? Thankfully she asked about Arthy, and so Meg replied, “Yeah, the little one’s name is Arthagus, Arthy for short. And the guy’s Calixto.” She considered mentioning the angel thing, but remembered his uncomfortable face. She’d wait until it was more private to tell her; even if he said it in the guildhall, she could be more circumspect.
MrMopp
Two Thousand Club
(Cricket had nodded proudly. “Mmmmm-hm!” Darn straight she was!)
(She wiggled bashfully at the old adventurers validation and tilted her head from side to side with a “modest” manner).
Cricket frowned and her ears fell in disappointment. “Awwwwww.” She really wanted to know what it was like to get turned into stuff… and, y’know, get to tell people she got hexed by a real live wizard. (Fun fact: there are very few real magic practitioners among the Dogfolk. Arcane or otherwise. So If you think humans are enamored by the prestige and mystique of wizards, then the Dogfolk IDOLIZE them and all dream of meeting one in the flesh.)
Cricket perked back up at ‘teleport myself and others’. “OOH! Do that!” She almost interrupted him in her eagerness. “Make me go poof!”
Crickets ears suddenly perked up and her head whipped in the direction of that statement where a group of people sat. What was that? “Vanishing men”did she hear? Ooooooh! That DEFINITELY sounded like the ‘heading’ she waiting for. She turned to her new friend. “Hang on, Wizzy,” she said. “I’ll be back! “ And hopping down from her stool, forepaws first, she sprinted over to the group in question to investigate their discussion. The wizards name, though he’d just told her, was already forgotten. He was Wizzy the Wizard, now.
Going on all fours and waiting no time, Cricket sprinted across the Hall with a p’TAT-p’TAT- p’TAT of her claws on wood and her coin purse jingling in her pocket like a bell collar (or maybe it was a bell. Who knows? She like to pocket random crap). “HEY, EXCUSE ME! HEY! YOU PEOPLE!” she called to them as bounded towards the corner table and skidded to a halt- almost sitting on her rear- before the adventuring band, paws outstretched. “Did you guys say something about missing people? Can I hitch along!?” She begged hopefully, standing up and planting her paws on the table, he muzzle just barely peeking over it, beaming her big ol’ doggy smile. “I’m a DOG and I got a bigger nose than ANY of you- no offense- so I can track people and crap! Oh! And I can feel magic and I can run really really fast and-“.
She abruptly stopped rambling and gave a few quick sniffs, glancing around with a queer, concentrated scowl. “- Wait is this where the pillow fight was? It really smells like a hen house over here. Minus the poop.” She gave her sniffer another go and it led her to plant it directly into Callixto’s lower belly. “Actually,” she nasalled into his shirt, “I think it’s you.”
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Yonsisac
Local-super-mega-Potassium-cyborg Ninja!
Interactions: Meg group and table
MrMopp
Lost Echo
Gwenymoo
Maxxob
(Is that everyone?)
Location: The packed guildhall
"Calixto you say?.... I will keep that in mind Meg..." Ana said silent as now she knew who the owner was, looked at him up and down....Maybe once back from the quest she will Interrigat- I mean question him as to Arthy really is....she has never seen a specimen like him for the life of her studies. The cute little fluff ball was unique and she needs to know more for her research notes. Maybe it was some sort of subspecies? maybe the little guy had innate magic? she will find out after this quest for sure. Soon Ana witness a man testifying he will be joining, with a smile she nodded "The more the better, Call me Ana if you may, its a pleasure....sir?.." she asked slowly gesturing towards him, each passing minute new people come and go and slowly she is admiring the nature of this place and how very social it was, well some enjoy that, others not so much...And now seeing Ramirez waking up she tapped his back as he seem to...go behind Percy? "No no, its here, we are waiting on Percy, unless you are gonna get your stuff"
In the midst of it she heard loud soft sound as if running, she looked and saw the...dogfolk? running at high speed towards there direction on all four, Ana prepared herself as...she did not know what the folk would do, it SEEM it acted like a dog in a way but it talked! Would in jump on the table or tackle someone?? It called out to them loudly as it came to a halt as, comedically, raising up and begging to be part of their expedition. Ana chuckled silently at how unpredictable she was and very...well more than very, outgoing she is. She had doubts but...she IS a dog after all and...well they have keen smell and even herself admitted to the same and she could feel magic.
But what surprised ana the most is how unfiltered she was, straight up saying how Callixto smelled. Ana covered her mouth trying not to be seen smiling as she wanted to laugh but not at the same time. This guild....she JUST got here in other words... "Yes- Yes you can join, especially how you may help us i see no trouble in it. As Long you don't...well i guess..runoff?' Ana finished doing her best to keep the topic, as she uncovered her mouth with a smile as she thinks it will not. Unable to understand, the dogfolk ACTED like a dog no surprise and like a person, i guess you can say best of both worlds. "What is your name if i may ask...?" She did not know if to say dogfolk or not, might be insulting but she did not know, better keep it simple...Just hope she doesn't knock her to the ground or something.
MrMopp
Lost Echo
Gwenymoo
Maxxob
(Is that everyone?)Location: The packed guildhall
"Calixto you say?.... I will keep that in mind Meg..." Ana said silent as now she knew who the owner was, looked at him up and down....Maybe once back from the quest she will Interrigat- I mean question him as to Arthy really is....she has never seen a specimen like him for the life of her studies. The cute little fluff ball was unique and she needs to know more for her research notes. Maybe it was some sort of subspecies? maybe the little guy had innate magic? she will find out after this quest for sure. Soon Ana witness a man testifying he will be joining, with a smile she nodded "The more the better, Call me Ana if you may, its a pleasure....sir?.." she asked slowly gesturing towards him, each passing minute new people come and go and slowly she is admiring the nature of this place and how very social it was, well some enjoy that, others not so much...And now seeing Ramirez waking up she tapped his back as he seem to...go behind Percy? "No no, its here, we are waiting on Percy, unless you are gonna get your stuff"
In the midst of it she heard loud soft sound as if running, she looked and saw the...dogfolk? running at high speed towards there direction on all four, Ana prepared herself as...she did not know what the folk would do, it SEEM it acted like a dog in a way but it talked! Would in jump on the table or tackle someone?? It called out to them loudly as it came to a halt as, comedically, raising up and begging to be part of their expedition. Ana chuckled silently at how unpredictable she was and very...well more than very, outgoing she is. She had doubts but...she IS a dog after all and...well they have keen smell and even herself admitted to the same and she could feel magic.
But what surprised ana the most is how unfiltered she was, straight up saying how Callixto smelled. Ana covered her mouth trying not to be seen smiling as she wanted to laugh but not at the same time. This guild....she JUST got here in other words... "Yes- Yes you can join, especially how you may help us i see no trouble in it. As Long you don't...well i guess..runoff?' Ana finished doing her best to keep the topic, as she uncovered her mouth with a smile as she thinks it will not. Unable to understand, the dogfolk ACTED like a dog no surprise and like a person, i guess you can say best of both worlds. "What is your name if i may ask...?" She did not know if to say dogfolk or not, might be insulting but she did not know, better keep it simple...Just hope she doesn't knock her to the ground or something.
Astrophil
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Calixto was enjoying the lively scenery of this place as the dog folk begged to join them on a quest, but he didn't expect a talking dog to sniff him. His spine shuddered as he felt her nose on his stomach, "I, uh, yeah. I do have a griffin." Not denying it, and he was wondering if Arthy was smelly. Great, does that mean he smells like a chicken? Later, maybe. Should he pet her? Would she like that? She won't nip at his hand for trying. Right? Well, he brings his hand to the back of her ear. He gave it a couple of scratches before yanking it away. Her fur was soft to the touch. "Soft fur. Not as fluffy as Arthy." Talking to himself yet again. Oddly enough, a lingering feeling was in the back of his mind trying to get his attention. His eyes set on the third person here: the cleric. It could've been a divine force luring his attention to her, or maybe his mind was interested in meeting someone new. He'll go with the latter, not enjoying the idea of a god interfering with his actions. "A pleasure." His tone was neutral, yet it was because his thoughts were towards something else.
Right on cue, he sees a white flash race towards him, and he smiles warmly, "There you are, Arthy. Have you-is that a snake!?!" His smile fell, watching to see what Arthy would do it. Indeed it was. Trapped in the griffin's beak was a deceased snake. Arthagus strides in Calixto's direction, jumping onto the table and dropping the snake in the man's lap. His face went pale, feeling his stomach felt light. He was getting too disturbed to touch it to remove it. "Uh, no. You-you can have it." Arthy stares hard into his eyes, unconvinced that he doesn't want to eat the prey he caught for him; meanwhile, Cal wants to eat the food that Meg served him. Not some snake that the bird found in the nearby woodlands. After a few seconds of the snake being left untouched, the griffin picks up the reptile and gulps it down. Yeah, he's going to pretend that he didn't see that. He starts picking from his plate, trying to shove such a scene from his head. "Thank you for the consideration, Arthagus." The bird chirps, targeting the raw chicken from the plate meant for him. Calixto remembers Gol's lesson about griffins and enjoys Arthy seeing him enough as a family to the point he returns with fresh prey in an attempt to feed him.
Right on cue, he sees a white flash race towards him, and he smiles warmly, "There you are, Arthy. Have you-is that a snake!?!" His smile fell, watching to see what Arthy would do it. Indeed it was. Trapped in the griffin's beak was a deceased snake. Arthagus strides in Calixto's direction, jumping onto the table and dropping the snake in the man's lap. His face went pale, feeling his stomach felt light. He was getting too disturbed to touch it to remove it. "Uh, no. You-you can have it." Arthy stares hard into his eyes, unconvinced that he doesn't want to eat the prey he caught for him; meanwhile, Cal wants to eat the food that Meg served him. Not some snake that the bird found in the nearby woodlands. After a few seconds of the snake being left untouched, the griffin picks up the reptile and gulps it down. Yeah, he's going to pretend that he didn't see that. He starts picking from his plate, trying to shove such a scene from his head. "Thank you for the consideration, Arthagus." The bird chirps, targeting the raw chicken from the plate meant for him. Calixto remembers Gol's lesson about griffins and enjoys Arthy seeing him enough as a family to the point he returns with fresh prey in an attempt to feed him.
MrMopp
Two Thousand Club
Cricket lifted her nose from its snuffling to look the guy in the eye with raised brows, seriously impressed . “Aw dude, that is SO sick.”
Cricket ahead whipped towards the strawberry blond. “Aw -right!” She gleefully exclaimed. She stood straight and gave the woman a military a salute “You can count on me, lady!”… Then she quirked an eyebrow as she thought about what the woman actually made her promise . “… Not… to… run… off.” she amended awkwardly, but then enthusiastically added. “But also with other stuff!”
“Cricket!” She chirped!
OOH-Hoo-oo-oo -! Cricket startled initially at the unexpected scritchy-scritches, but OH that hit the spot. Her eye lids started to bat close in ecstasy and she was just beginning to lean into it…
Only to have it stop. She whipped around and looked at the guy with a quizzical expression. Hey! What’s the big idea? Why’d you stop? We weren’t done here!
Cricket stared flatly at the man for telling her that her fur was good but someone else’s was better. Her ears were flat, too. “Wow.” She said dryly. “Thanks.”
Crickets ears shot up alertly. “WOAH! Cat-bird!” She cocked her head. “Wait, that’s your cat-bird?”.
The little pooch was NOT disappointed that the guys griffin was a mini. She was FASCINATED, tilting her head this way and that as she observed him. Dang! She’d only seen a griffin up close ONCE, and that was from the underside. On a related note: Griffin Airlines? Not her recommended way to travel. “3 stars out of 10: would not get snatched up (intentionally) again”. Though she did score a few of feathers off her chauffeurs hide before he got fed up and flung her in a lake, so she guessed it wasn’t a total bust. Yay griffin feathers! Anyway this wasn’t a giant, dog eating monster feather duster, granted, but the little squirt- Arthy? Arthagis?- had his own kinda charm. He was cute! Kinda like a little puppy griffin! About her size, too.
… Ah, what the heck. She was gonna go say “Hi”. Cricket jumped up onto an unoccupied chair (or occupied. Next poster gets to choose who’s lap she lands on) and then onto the table to get up close and personal with the beak-kitty. She sniffed the little griff up and down, left and right, dancing around him to get a good angle and trampling dishes under foot. Once satisfied, she sat her rear down in front of him and smiled. “Well HEY’A, ARTHY!” She yapped hospitably. “I’m Cricket! I don’t know if I’d normally associate with someone whose names sound like Asparagus (cause ew, asparagus), but IIIIIIIIII LIKE you”.
She didn’t really expect the little guy to understand what she was saying, but this next bit she figured was universal: Cricket suddenly hunkered down in a play stance, her eyes wide and bright. “So! Wanna be friends?” She asked eagerly. Her tail was a’ wagging.
(Btw, soft though her fur may be, its also dirty. If Cal wonders how his finger tips got so discolored, wonder no more.)
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Callan
Location: Urzoth’s room
Callan raised a brow at the indirect insult to his intelligence, but otherwise he let it go.
“Hm.” He gave a nod as Urzoth pointed out Tobias’ lack of socialisation. “S’why I’ve been keepin’ an eye on him… afraid he might say somethin’ he shouldn’t.”
Callan looked taken aback by Urzoth’s last question. “Don’t say yer startin’ to give a sh*t.” He’d seriously let his guard down if the half-orc was starting to care.
“Nothin’. Truth is, I messed up. That’s it.” He professed. “I’d had a drink… or two, and you know I’ve got no patience for magical b*llocks… no offence.”
“I mess up all the time, there’s just never anyone around ter see it.” The Siren admitted with an indifferent shrug.
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Location: Urzoth’s room
Callan raised a brow at the indirect insult to his intelligence, but otherwise he let it go.
“Hm.” He gave a nod as Urzoth pointed out Tobias’ lack of socialisation. “S’why I’ve been keepin’ an eye on him… afraid he might say somethin’ he shouldn’t.”
Callan looked taken aback by Urzoth’s last question. “Don’t say yer startin’ to give a sh*t.” He’d seriously let his guard down if the half-orc was starting to care.
“Nothin’. Truth is, I messed up. That’s it.” He professed. “I’d had a drink… or two, and you know I’ve got no patience for magical b*llocks… no offence.”
“I mess up all the time, there’s just never anyone around ter see it.” The Siren admitted with an indifferent shrug.
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Hannah
Location: infirmary
Hannah looked very concerned, and a little bit cross. She assumed Godefroi had been up to something disreputable, and it wouldn’t have been the first time.
“Oh Godefroi, I do wish you wouldn’t go around looking for trouble.” The wood elf mothered as she headed over to assess the Hunter’s injuries. She used her hands to magically heal the worst areas, but smaller cuts and bruises she’d have to leave to heal naturally.
Location: infirmary
Hannah looked very concerned, and a little bit cross. She assumed Godefroi had been up to something disreputable, and it wouldn’t have been the first time.
“Oh Godefroi, I do wish you wouldn’t go around looking for trouble.” The wood elf mothered as she headed over to assess the Hunter’s injuries. She used her hands to magically heal the worst areas, but smaller cuts and bruises she’d have to leave to heal naturally.
Gwenymoo
Dragon artist
Tobias eyed the youth up as if he was some sort of meal or target...nah skull would be too big.... "I'm uhhh looking for a rodent or bird skull..."“Is everything alright?” Percival asked the tall man who was blocking his route back to Ramirez’s table. “Have you lost something?”
Gwenymoo
Dragon artist
"Uhhh Tobias" He held a hand out...but when percy bowed he akwardly just patted the lad on the head.
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Percival
Location: Guildhall
Percival blinked as he was patted on the back of his head like dog. He seemed to find the blunder extremely amusing and started to laugh.
“So… heheh… why are you looking for skulls Tobias? Is it for a quest?” Percy asked, once he’d managed to stop giggling.
Gwenymoo
Location: Guildhall
Percival blinked as he was patted on the back of his head like dog. He seemed to find the blunder extremely amusing and started to laugh.
“So… heheh… why are you looking for skulls Tobias? Is it for a quest?” Percy asked, once he’d managed to stop giggling.
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Oli Beju
Guild Hall- Job Board
"Wyrm hunting?" Siwai echoed Rika. He nodded and grinned "Sounds like just the challenge I need." He looked around to see if any of his hecklers from earlier in the day were around. He didn't see them. "I'll finally show Kyle that I'm not always getting eaten. That's my one goal this time."
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Gwenymoo
Infirmary
Morgana was soon back to her experiments on the Leshen head. Pestle joined her, and she gave him a tender pat on the head. "Where have you been? Not getting up to mischief I hope?"
The zombie snake shook his head in a quick 'no'. She giggled "Of course you haven't, you're the picture of perfection!"
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Percival
Location: Guildhall
“There’s a elf in the basement?” Percival had yet to explore the guild and meet all the staff.
“Callan hit you?” He frowned. That winged fellow hadn’t left a good first impression on Percy, and he was quite clearly a bully if he was going around hitting people. “You should really tell the Guild Master about that.”
Percival had never wanted for anything, so would know how it felt to owe somebody money. “I can only imagine.”
“Back home I’d find bird skulls in the fireplaces sometimes. I suppose the poor things got stuck in the flue. You could check the fires here?”
Gwenymoo
Location: Guildhall
“There’s a elf in the basement?” Percival had yet to explore the guild and meet all the staff.
“Callan hit you?” He frowned. That winged fellow hadn’t left a good first impression on Percy, and he was quite clearly a bully if he was going around hitting people. “You should really tell the Guild Master about that.”
Percival had never wanted for anything, so would know how it felt to owe somebody money. “I can only imagine.”
“Back home I’d find bird skulls in the fireplaces sometimes. I suppose the poor things got stuck in the flue. You could check the fires here?”
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Gwenymoo
Dragon artist
"Well we were sparring he's just a sore loser." Tobias beamed "Last time i held him down for a whooooole day with just one hand" listening to the fireplace suggestion tobias marched over to the lit fire and stuck his hand in to rumage about, not having much luck and just getting a handful of hot ash.
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