Fantasy The Silverbell Few: IC

[yonmita rae]

The flailing smoke broke it's ascension as the woman's lips curled into a smile that showed but the laughter was tucked away, that answer seemed to shade more then lighten, but she liked his wording and there for her curiosity was peeked and caution was thrown away. A deep inhale warmed her throat as the fuchsia fumes were pushed from her nostrils, her eyes once again drew to the small leader, the small kin, name of Olomo, had made a nice impression, a humble lead to this troupe may prove for smooth sailings...Though she had roamed these lands well enough to know of the uncertainties that lie hidden in the crags and over yonder hills. However, those emerald strands sat idle as the tranquil eyes that lay beneath them,  they then flickered over once again, when she rose from her perch. 


"..You've said right words, small kin, Olomo, I will take part in your journey...." She took her pipe from her lips before continuing with a proper introduction, "Eucolid, of the clan Claven, blacksmith at your need." The pink fumes wafted up past her toward the sullen oak boards above.

 

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Despite the suspicion shown by the other smallkin, Olomo found himself quite inwardly pleased that he had managed to gather a group together so quickly. What he was only starting to realize, however, was that he had not quite planned what should happen when he got this far. A moment of silence followed as Olomo glanced back and forth between those that were already there, and the Usofii twisted his lips to the side briefly as he tried to figure out what exactly they were expecting him to do.


"...Well!" The smallkin cleared his throat, pulling the coinpouch towards him again, "uh, I, ah, I'm not sure as to whether or not you're all ready to leave or not; if you are, I suppose you may all have ample time to do what it is you need, otherwise I suppose payment could be handed out now, and, ah...And then we could get going." It was a strange thought, merely picking up and leaving so unceremoniously, but there wasn't much to be gained from merely waiting around, especially since, much to the Usofii's surprise, most of the others already seemed anxious enough to begin on their journey.


"We can continue to talk about other matters, should such be necessary, as we walk. I've our first few stops plotted, so that may be worth talking about at some point while we're on the road, or mayhaps while we prepare, ah, assuming again that we have to. Yes?"

 

[JRPG]

Seated on top of a mat, Qon Map, presented a variety of minerals, rocks, and other rarities for any passerby to purchase. Only a single individual bartered with her, so not much coin was made within the first stretch of selling. Hopefully, someone would take an interest in her wares, since a profit was her goal for this town. She muttered, "Must be the festival. Maybe browsing isn't something important.." After her simple muttering, she spotted a butterfly land on top of a piece of granite placed for sale. Qon eyed the butterfly for a few moments, before attempting to swat it with a whip. Fortunately, the butterfly dodged such a blow, but Qon's whip cracked into the granite, which in turn, caused all her wares to roll around on her carpet. She proceeded to pick them back up, but many Grasslae denizens couldn't help but ease a laugh at Qon's embarrassment.

 

[MrSquid123]

"Preparation will not be necessary for me as I'm carrying everything I need with me anyway, I was planning on leaving soon before I saw your adverts and have nothing else I need to do before I leave," Kauri said having forgotten that he had not delivered his letter to his parents. He was suspicious of the large offer however he would give the other usofii the benefit of the doubt for now.

 

[Ceros]

@JRPG


Aspen had written a letter while the chatter continued. The letter was addressed to her father sohe wouldn't worry about her being gone for too long. "I see. I only have... Some small business to attend to." She stood up. "I shall return here soon. I only need to send a letter." 


And with that, Aspen stood up. "It will be a pleasure journeying with you all." She said. 


She left the inn and, after finding a secluded alleyway, called a bird down. She held out her arm and the bird perched on it. She stuck the letter in the bird's beak and told it where her home was. "Please get this to my father as fast as you can." And with that, the bird took to the sky and flew off. 


Stepping out of the alley, she noticed a woman with some sort of rock shop. She was on the ground, picking up... something. Stepping closer, she could see that the woman was seemingly struggling as nobody else was near the stand. In front of the stand, a sapphire stone had rolled off of the carpet and into the street. Aspen crouched down and picked it up. "Miss? You dropped this." She placed the fallen rock back on the stand.  

 

[yonmita rae]

The billows of painted smoke stopped as she took the pipe from her lips. In a silent gesture she emptied the pipe's ash, before tucking it into one of the pouches on her belt. The emerald strands were tamed with the swift motion from her sterling clad hand before she looked to the small leader.

In hearing his announcement she paused before remembering the old woman at the stall. "Very well, smallkin." She voiced before walking from her solitary perch and passing the table, upon leaving the bar she noticed the lull in the outside music and triumphant yells, a silent sigh of relief was let free before she made her way to the stall. As the woman glided through the crowds meandering around the market stalls, her mind began to wander, perhaps this will shed the light she wanted..though. Eucolid's thoughts kept her preoccupied until a voice, raspy and aged, pulled her back.

Ukorik made her eyes harder as she gazed at the girl, her look was returned with an aloof gaze. "Well, girl, what of it?" Eucolid went behind the counter and sat as she took up her pack and began to sift through it, until she pulled out hidden pieces. "Here...to stave debt off while I'm gone." The piece was molded sterling with accents of iron melded into fine arm pieces. The older woman snorted furiously before shooing the the green haired woman off.

"Girl, I've got more worksmith's than you, how do you think I keep good when you go off for more then one season?" The question sat idle but the older woman sat down in a manner that seemed to favor her back. " There's no telling if I'll return from this venture." She voiced, though her words did not stutter or quake, they were smooth and light. " No promise you do any time you leave, you know our way...we know the wilds and we know the world...no trusting either...but we can not stay away." There was silence between the two, but the musical winds wafting in made the scene brighter.

The woman sat the pieces in their pockets before fastening the pack, she slung it over her shoulder with no hesitation, she looked the older woman, who in turn nodded to her, " Go on girl.." She caught her words before she went on, "...Don't know what's in that head of yours...or where you all are going to...but I know you're resourceful...and smart, and you know our ways even though you drift from them...so if you don't return, I know the wilds didn't take you..."

Eucolid turned with a grin, that was a soft speech from the hardened old woman, "May the seasons be kind to you, Uroick." The green haired woman said before she moved, but the older woman stopped her, " Here girl! Before I forgot..." She handed her a worn coin purse, " Your earnings...make em' last...though you've always got something to sell in that pack of yours..."

Eucolid took the pouch before pushing it down into her pack, she gave the old woman a warm smile before nodding and turning to make her way back to the inn.

The older woman simple shook her head and took her seat, just glancing at the woman once more before a customer took her attention.

 

[JRPG]

As the rock was placed back on the stand by an unknown woman, Qon Map watched in amusement. She offered a small thanks, "Thank you, miss. May I inquire your name? It's hard to find kind folks such as yourself in these parts." Qon pointed to the festival, which illustrated a scene of happy festival goers enjoying the event. She continued, "Anyways. Name's Qon Map. Can I interest you in any minerals? They all come from a famous mine a ways from this area." After finishing her spiel, she showed several rocks to the woman, in hopes of attaining some semblance of trade with the woman. "Take your time, and feel free to browse," she spoke yet again. While waiting for the woman's response, Qon Map busied herself contemplating about her current predicament. Would individuals purchase her wares, or were they no good? Had she made a mistake doing trade in this town?

Ceros

 

[Ceros]

JRPG

Aspen blinked. Truthfully, she had not expected the lady to ask for her name. Instead she had thought that it would be a simple interaction and nothing more. She entertained the introduction, however, perchance it was fate that had run her into Qon.

"My name is Aspen Westwood. And it's strange. I've actually witnessed a good amount of kindness today... And I'm sorry... although your wares look rather enticing, I have to admit that I do not have much in the way of coin." She frowned. "I see that you are quite nervous... and nobody else is around. Is business not doing so well? I, uh..." She thought that the woman seemed kind enough. The sort of person she would trust to have on a journey. Maybe Olomo could use yet another bodyguard.

She leaned in and whispered so that the crowds couldn't hear. The last thing she wanted was hundreds of people gathered at the inn. Although there were many fliers around the town, Olomo didn't include a posted reward on them, which meant that most people were uninterested. "You've seen the fliers posted around town, yeah? The really vague ones for a Guiding and Protecting service? Well, turns out that the job's paying 500 gold. We're going to be guarding a smallkin on some sort of quest. I didn't accept the payment but maybe you could use it...?"

 

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Musical Selection: 2.) Away in the Early Morning.​

----- Timeskipping as we talked about for the sake of ease. -----
(The site update seems to have destroyed my ability to make little lines)


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"Dearest Folimee Quick-ink,

I am very much overjoyed to state that I have managed to find the compatriots I seek. Of course, given the amount of time it takes for these letters to reach you, the chance is high that we will already have made significant progress on our journey by the time my words reach your doorstep. Regardless, I shall write to you once we reach the next large town on our journey, if only so that you may know that we are all still alive. Assuming we are when we get there, of course.

But I do not mean to drag down your day with possibilities of my party and I finding an untimely end. If anything, I hope to assure you that the beginning of our journey is quite a pleasant one I wish you were here, in truth; chances are you would be a far better navigator than I, and I fear that the party does not trust me for reasons I am rather unsure of.

Mayhaps I shall attempt to involve them in some of the trust-building exercises that father taught us.


Forever your family and friend,


Olomo the Quite Small,


Your second-youngest cousin.


Brightray Harvest Season, 989."







The roosters resting in the farms surrounding the city had not even began their morning crooning by the time Olomo slipped his letter away into the postbox outside the inn. Nose wrinkling, he glanced towards those that had begun to assemble in the square; it was best to travel during the daylight hours, yes, but Olomo could not help but feel a nagging sense of guilt at the fact that he had failed to inform his fellow travelers that they would be waking this early.

The smallkin let out a light cough, as if to reaffirm his presence, before hopping atop a nearby bench in order to grant himself some additional height. He almost didn't make it; such was to be expected, considering the size of his pack, so perhaps it was a miracle that he managed to catch his balance after the upward motion.

Clearing his throat, he turned, glancing back towards those that he had managed to rally the day before. In stark contrast to yesterday, the streets were relatively empty, save for the colored tape and refuse from celebrations of hours past. All things considered, that was quite likely to change, soon; the group had merely awoken before the majority of the day's soon-to-appear revelers.

"If we're all set, then," Olomo began, patting his cloak with fur-covered hands, smoothing out the wrinkles of the freshly-washed garment, "I believe it's about time we started off. I've more than a mind to answer any potential questions that you have as we go, though do try to be somewhat brisk. A caravan would cost quite a bit of coin, so there's quite a high chance that we'll be off on foot instead."

With that, the smallkin turned once more, hopping off of his small post, before starting off down the main avenue, dipping into the shadows beneath the trees lining the center of the street. The main gate was in view, far down the hill that comprised the majority of Glasslae, shrouded only by the green of leaves, and the dappled shade they created against the sun.