Fantasy The Valerian Chronicles: Second Crusade (VC:SC)

[Damafaud]

Vale Frostwind
Frozen Hermit
Location: Prancing Pony Room ==> Prancing Pony Ground ==> Prancing Pony Room
Interaction: Allibi
Mention: Anyone that roams around at night​

Hours after midnight, Vale blinked her eyes open. She was on a bed. How did it happen again? A crash with a griffon. Ah, she was careless. The world, unlike the valley, was full of danger. Moving to a sitting position, her gaze fell on the woman resting on a chair in the room. She sat still for a moment, before realising she was supporting her body with her left arm. Understanding dawned into her eyes, and she smiled. The white magic caster had healed her. How long was it since the last time she saw a white magic caster? They were a nice group of fellow. She must repaid her somehow. Slowly, Vale stood from the bed, only to realise she had another trouble.

She was naked.

Her clothes was torn during her fall. Well, she could always take a spare clothes from-

"Ah, my treasure chest," she mumbled under her breath as she remembered. Her chest had sunken into the ground. Her glider was also missing. She could always make another glider, but the treasure chest held everything she owned. She must retrieved it. Her clothes were stained with dust and mud, but it wasn't too much a trouble for her. Vale held her right hand over the clothes and whistled softly.

Spell: Cleaning Flow

A gentle air flow lifted the clothes into the air, holding it over the floor. Droplets of water condensed into a ball of water, slowly submerging the clothes in water. Several currents twisted the clothes around, removing dirt, blood, and other particles from her clothing. The process went for a while before the clothes left the water ball, which was now murky with the stain it got from the clothes. The water slowly dispersed back into the air, while the clothes hanged itself from the edge of the bed.

Vale touched the sleeve of her shirt. It was dry. Though it was a bit tattered and recently injured as she was, Vale wore her clothes and exited the room.

The night was cold. But Vale didn't care. She slowly walked through the aftermath of the battle, looking for any sign of her chest. It was nowhere in sight.

"Ah, it must be buried after all," she sighed. She headed to the path where she had stood before she was forced to fly. The ground was solid again. It showed no trace of its previous... softness. Determined, Vale held her hands over the ground and started to whistle.

Water seeped into the ground, turning it into a mud. An updraft blew the mud to the sides, slowly digging into the ground. The process repeated itself numerous time. Though she was hurt, Vale had not exhausted her magical reserve as she wasn't involved in the fight for long. When suddenly she felt something blocked her updraft, Vale jumped down with a squeal.

"My treasure!" Sure enough, the chest was there, covered in dirt. She dug it out of the ground with her bare hands, not caring that she dirtied her arms in the process. She propelled herself and the chest off the hole, now around 6ft deep, and ran off back to the room. She casted another cleaning flow spell to clean the chest and hummed happily.

"Don't you go missing again."

Smiling, Vale laid back on the bed, fully clothed and dirty, hugging her chest.

(Ready for timeskip)

 

[mikolayev]

MOLYOZ THE CONSUMED
location; palace of pestilence | interaction; Birdsie ​

note; thru telepathy
"Hello."
Whilst the enunciation was left to perish in uneasy silence, the wretched undercurrents of his malady began to exhale upon the shores of his summoner's mind. A sudden trepidation ensnared Alreos, before his psyche was mauled into momentary confusion by an overwhelming vehemence. With nauseating repulsion behind each mangled word came the gradual encounter.
"Worthy of exaltation you are, yet retire your votary believers - lest they waste away."
Alreos was perceptive of his seething famine and the sapping aura that came with it. As they looked on the nearby hamlet, they noticed how the dwellers within were malnourished, feeble and shaky. Some had hobbled their way over and would plead to the soldiers with fatigued enervation not to inspect further.
"Please!" they cried out in faint passion. "You will only empower him! Cast your servants with flight and let alone this place for now; else they will succumb to his dreadful hunger!"
It was evident that this scourge had laid waste to the northern town before the palace itself. A splinter of townsfolk had survived, though were soon destined to die. What abominable fate had been ossified to await them? One could only speculate.
And it would take one to find out.

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MOLYOZ THE CONSUMED
location; keara's conscious | interaction; GreenEyedStranger
A pellucid, wavering film encompassed every detail. A transpicuous entity materialized from the gloam of her fantasies. It was humanoid. It stared. Then ushered in waves of equanimity before dispersing. Was this an apparition of her own making? Was...?

Surely not...

 

[Birdsie]

Alreos
Palace of Pestilence

Alreos understood. He turned to his troops and to Sammaster. "All of you, return back to the airship. I shall deal with this myself." He clicked his fingers and spectral wings sprouted on the backs of everyone. Without any control over them, the soldiers floated upward like bubbled birds, but Sammaster remained in place for a moment.

"But... the crusade?"

"You will still get your crusade. For now, vacate the perimeter." Alreos turned around again, in the direction where the energy was coming from. Reluctantly, Sammaster flied into the skies to return to the airship that got them here.

Alreos didn't care for the emaciated villagers. He wasn't going to help a goose escape from a tiger, it was the natural order for the stronger to prey on the weaker and to take away its food from said tiger was just as cruel. Therefore, he walked forward and disregarded their feeble pleas. Alreos went in the direction of the Palace of Pestilence, or wherever else this energy came from.

Telepathically, he stated. "I am Alreos, although you recognize that already. However, I do not recognize you. In order to sanction you in my lands, I must first learn what you are. Do you understand? I have been dormant for millennia, so you must have been born somewhere in that time. What manner of spirit that can create snarls rife with disease and plague exactly are you?"

mikolayev

 

[Kylesar1]

THE NEXT MORNING
Current Time: 7:30am
Weather: Overcast
Temperature: 60 Degrees


Morning was kind. The temperature was perfection. The sun was starting to walk up the horizon after taking his usual nights off of work, but he hadn't quite arrived yet, giving off the radiance of dawn. The destroyed bar was the only evidence of a fight taking place there. The dew glistened the grass and the birds filled the sky with their morning song. Mother Nature put an immense amount of work into her daily displays for the denizens of the morning. To those who appreciated the beauty of daylight, it seemed to peak at dawn, no matter the season nor the weather. When it came to lovers of nature, this was neither too hot nor too cold to do their daily.


One of those dawn lovers were Ari..................

Ari Waesmor​

.............Who was out and early outside the Prancing Pony, long before even the original members (an hour before in fact), along with Elaina. Elaina typically did a preparation ritual every morning while Ari went out to feed the animals in the stables, then train. In this case, he fed the few horses they had at Bailey's house. Then they made their way to the Prancing Pony, where Elaina began. About 30 minutes later, what's to be seen as someone approached would be a huge light that could be seen from quite a distance and from the next town over if it were night. It was an area of radiating Holy Magic. The one inside was Elaina herself dancing within the bubble releasing said Holy Magic. Her style was in the Classical Ballet, pulling off fairly advanced moves with a beauty and grace about it that would captivate anyone who watched. The beauty of her dance was amplified by Ari playing the music she was dancing to on a flute, which was also causing the growth of the grass and flowers around them, and gave off the scent of Lavender and Rose. The song was slow and deliberate, an ode to the beauty of nature and the rising of the sun.


While Dark users couldn't go into Elaina's circle lest they be consumed by the immense amount of Holy Magic that generated from 30 straight minutes of charging, Ari was still approachable and this was in fact when he was MOST approachable. Mornings were his thing, especially if Elaina was around. If his mornings weren't ruined, you'd find him in a good mood, and not using the usual snarky sarcastic tone he typically took on. He didn't drink enough to get drunk last night so with no hangover, that was a good start.

Bailey's House​

Since the hotel was near to the town that Bailey's house was in, Ari stopped by and got into the house by the sneakiest means, easily infiltrating it while making zero noise and waking no one up nor alerting them to his presence, even if they were up and in the kitchen. This was the "shadow" side of Shadow Ranger was kicking in.
He left a note on the front door. Big and hard to miss, written with elegance. While the letters looked elegant, the contents were written like Ari speaks. Simple and to the point

Oi
Prancing Pony; 8:00am. Don't be late, as we have a few people willing to fight for us that we have to introduce.
I have Elaina with me

Ari

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[Allibi]

Anna Dwanne
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She didn't really had a good sleep. A chair wasn't a good bed, and it never will. Waking up with a sore neck, she wished that it was just a bed sore, before standing herself up, recollecting her location. It wasn't a pretty sight, her hair is in a mess, her eyes isn't even fully opened, her morning break could murder. Picking up her staff that was by her side, she started to smell herself.

Ugh..

She smells like a mule's backside now, probably due to not cleaning herself since last night and just straight to bed. Desperate for a bath or shower, she exited the room quietly, making sure not to wake up the lady on the bed. She did pick up the lady have been dressed and awake, sometime when she was asleep. But she didn't bothered, or couldn't be. Paying the innkeeper for the room, she left the Prancing Pony. The sky has yet to see light, but the sound of early birds can already be heard, the time must be slightly before 6.30am. She know of a river stream nearby, and with the gem tip of her staff now shining as a light due to magic, she brought herself to it.

The twenty or so minutes walk woke her up, before she reached the stream of river. While she walked, she chewed a spearmint gum that was mixed with herb oils in her mouth, removing her morning breath. Resting her staff next to a leaning tree, and her bag tied to it, she got herself waist deep into the stream. Undressing herself totally, she tossed her clothes to the ground next to her staff, before soaking herself into the chilling water. She began to sing softly a familiar tune, a song she remembered in her books and travels.



She began scrubbing herself with a gourd sponge, before taking her time with a comb on her hair. Carefully, with each stroke she draw onto her head, she lead her hair over a straight path over the water. Long hairs do draw in alot more dirt, but she loved it long. When she is done with her hair, she proceeded to wash her clothes. Magical clothes are easier to wash, as they're imbued with magic that reduces the manual labour to put in it.

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Beatrice was up early due to worry. While everyone else helped her she was paranoid. She was smack dab in enemy territory and anyone could've been a spy who is ready to take her out. But upon seeing the letter she had to go to the prancing pony. Her ribcage still sore from the berserkers kick she stumbled into the inn. "Morning."

Kylesar1

 

[GreenEyedStranger]

"Vile spirit... Leave me... Please."

Keara whimpered through the night, fearing the strange creature that stood before her, yet at the same time enraptured in it's sorrow...

Keara woke slowly. All night she had been tormented by a grisly spectre of an emaciated figure. Trying to dismiss it as a hallucination, she continued to try and sleep through it, though in the end only ended up sleeping an hour or two. Once the dawn finally came, she slowly pushed herself off of the small bed of leaves she found. Illithid were hostile towards sunlight, but fortunately her old mentor helped her discover a lotion that protected her from the sun's harsh beams.

As Keara lathered the sun protection on her face and tentacles, she emerged and walked towards the prancing pony, seeing Beatrice and Anna to her sides. Seeking to learn more of the party leader, Keara slowly walked towards the edge of the circle, speaking in the same cold tone as she glared at the holy aura. Her eyes seemed more sunken than usual, and the lotion still on her skin made her face seem ghostly.

"You seem quite eager for this mission. I imagine Alreos has done something personal, if you wish to kill him so badly."

As Anna and Beatrice walked in, she gave them a light nod, though her foreign features just made it seem as if she was staring at them

Kylesar1 Baku Allibi mikolayev (Interactions)

 

[That Poppy]

Interactions: Open for interaction
Location: Prancing Pony
Raya got off the green reptile walking over to a nearby poll and tying the animal. Making sure to tie the not more than once she turned to face Nala who was still scowling at the lousy scheme her granddaughter had come up with, "This is dangerous Raya."
the old lady said limping as she proceeded to walk to the inn motioning for Raya to help her.
"When has it never been dangerous?" Raya scoffed but only to be shut up by the old lady, "This will not bode well if you get caught-"
"I KNOW-I won't get caught." Raya stared at the inn's door for a while now. This was the place she was sure of it, she had made sure that a raven followed each one of those so-called heroes. To be honest Raya was unsure of how this will work out. She was her to spy it was better to do it up close rather than sending her animals it would seem suspicious. Turning to face Nala, Raya was sure she wasn't to be suspected mostly because the elderly and children are a sense of relief. The heroes will instantly feel at ease when a child or an elder person is around because they see no threat.

Nala noticing that they had been standing there for what seemed like days has passed she opened the tavern's door. Nala made sure that Raya was the first to enter with her following after.
"Hello?" Raya's voice echoed throughout the inn.

 

[Archdemon]

Quest!

All during the morning, it seems like the residence of Loudwater have been disturbed by loud noises into the night. This has been happening for over a year or two in the night, and the locals were at a disagreement to what the thing screeching was.

"It's just some damned wolf Mable! There ain't nothin' out there!"
"Damnit Jack! I know what I heard! It was some downright human like screeching! Like maybe a monster or something.... I don't know! But I knows I heard it!"
"Mable dear, I'm tellin' you it's nothing, whatever it is it hasn't attacked us."
"Then what about all the people going missing hear those damned ruins? Or the decreasing number of the towns livestock? And almost every night we are awoken to that bone-chilling Screech! Even near those ruins, some have claimed the noise is originating there. Honestly I think it may be best to just go in there and check it out."
"Absolutely no way is anybody going into those ruins, they are trapped ta hell and who knows what monsters lurk in there."
"But they do say there may be riches untold in there as well! Jack, it may be worth just a small look...."
"Mable, if we set foot in those ruins who knows what will happen, besides we're too old. Maybe if we were completely younger I would think about it, but I'm old and frail and I'd rather die in my sleep than some godforsaken ruins...."

The couple were talking quite loudly as well as most patrons in the tavern, all talking about the same thing really. It may be worth investigating.

 

[Safety Hammer]

Bailey just...she couldn't do anything as she stared at her husband. Who had been missing for over a year, and who was now alseep on their couch. And then everything really came crashing down on her. Ryan was a mistake, but one she was gonna have to tell him and...oh god. Years began to well in her eyes, amd she quickly looked to Eliana, "Put that down, it's...it's Tyr," She managed, before she quickly made her away around the couch, kneeling down in front of it. Gently, she poked him, as if to see if it was really him. She wasn't really expecting much, but...by god, it was him. She covered her mouth, falling back slightly as the tears finally spilled over. Relief, fear, and a range washed over her, but she just couldn't believe it. Her husband was back. He was home. And she was gonna have to face every mistake that she had made over the time he had been gone. Safety Hammer P Paint The Wind Kylesar1

THE NEXT MORNING
Current Time: 7:30am
Weather: Overcast
Temperature: 60 Degrees


Morning was kind. The temperature was perfection. The sun was starting to walk up the horizon after taking his usual nights off of work, but he hadn't quite arrived yet, giving off the radiance of dawn. The destroyed bar was the only evidence of a fight taking place there. The dew glistened the grass and the birds filled the sky with their morning song. Mother Nature put an immense amount of work into her daily displays for the denizens of the morning. To those who appreciated the beauty of daylight, it seemed to peak at dawn, no matter the season nor the weather. When it came to lovers of nature, this was neither too hot nor too cold to do their daily.


One of those dawn lovers were Ari..................

Ari Waesmor​

.............Who was out and early outside the Prancing Pony, long before even the original members (an hour before in fact), along with Elaina. Elaina typically did a preparation ritual every morning while Ari went out to feed the animals in the stables, then train. In this case, he fed the few horses they had at Bailey's house. Then they made their way to the Prancing Pony, where Elaina began. About 30 minutes later, what's to be seen as someone approached would be a huge light that could be seen from quite a distance and from the next town over if it were night. It was an area of radiating Holy Magic. The one inside was Elaina herself dancing within the bubble releasing said Holy Magic. Her style was in the Classical Ballet, pulling off fairly advanced moves with a beauty and grace about it that would captivate anyone who watched. The beauty of her dance was amplified by Ari playing the music she was dancing to on a flute, which was also causing the growth of the grass and flowers around them, and gave off the scent of Lavender and Rose. The song was slow and deliberate, an ode to the beauty of nature and the rising of the sun.


While Dark users couldn't go into Elaina's circle lest they be consumed by the immense amount of Holy Magic that generated from 30 straight minutes of charging, Ari was still approachable and this was in fact when he was MOST approachable. Mornings were his thing, especially if Elaina was around. If his mornings weren't ruined, you'd find him in a good mood, and not using the usual snarky sarcastic tone he typically took on. He didn't drink enough to get drunk last night so with no hangover, that was a good start.

Bailey's House​

Since the hotel was near to the town that Bailey's house was in, Ari stopped by and got into the house by the sneakiest means, easily infiltrating it while making zero noise and waking no one up nor alerting them to his presence, even if they were up and in the kitchen. This was the "shadow" side of Shadow Ranger was kicking in.
He left a note on the front door. Big and hard to miss, written with elegance. While the letters looked elegant, the contents were written like Ari speaks. Simple and to the point

Oi
Prancing Pony; 8:00am. Don't be late, as we have a few people willing to fight for us that we have to introduce.
I have Elaina with me

Ari

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Tyr O'Connor

Tyr awoke with a start in the morning, gasping in fear momentarily. He was covered in a cold sweat and was hyperventilating. He was stupid to assume that the dreams would stop when he reached home. He sat up, and held his head in his hands, trying desperately to calm down. He was home. He looked around at his surroundings. No one. He was still unaware that his wife and child were in his house. So he didn't really wait for them to follow with. He stood up, and looked at the note on his door. Ari needed him. That was reason enough to leave. He pulled on his armor, and made his way out the door to The Prancing Pony. It was only a short walk, of course. So when he made it to the pub, he sat at the bar, and ordered a hot cup of coffee, as well as some ham and eggs.

 

[Kylesar1]

Ari Waesmor​

Ari stopped playing and Elaina concluded her dance. However, the circle remained and Elaina blazed with Holy power, her eyes completely white and glowing, her hair as well. She sat down and began to meditate. The circle began to shrink and focus on Elaina. Ari, however, left her to her own terms to speak with Beatrice. "Morning. Elaina will get up soon to translate." Hopefully she could understand that much at least
Bakuyoshi

Keara approached him seemingly out of nowhere and asked about his intentions. "Not at all," Ari said to her. "He's done nothing to me as much as he and all these other gods like to toy around with mortal life. I already hate the whole 'mere mortals' mentality that comes from immortals who live here, let alone those from not this world. We ain't here to entertain anyone." In that regard, it could be called personal, but Ari didn't have some vendetta against Alreos himself. More like a problem with the mindset.

He looked to Elaina. "I'm here because the leader of our group called us back together. If I'd known shit would hit the fan, I wouldn't have my daughter here." He couldn't do that now though. Alreos could use her as a weapon against him in the form of a hostage. She was here and luckily she could fight. Her mentor was harsh but efficient. "What about you? Did he piss in your oatmeal? Or does he have some arcane knowledge that you want?"
GreenEyedStranger

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Beatrice was silent as she looked around at the mostly destroyed tavern. All from a reckless move on her part. "My fault. Warrior surprised." She said with obvious shame in her voice.

Kylesar1

 

[FireMaiden]

Bailey & Alex O'Connor
The O'Connor House
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Bailey hadn't gotten much sleep. Any, actually. The having fallen asleep in the couch, and not waking up despite her efforts, Bailey brought Alex inside, and set him up in the master bedroom after she cleaned the bed. They hadn't been there in over a year, a despite the horrible memories Alex was happy to be there. Bailey could hardly stomach it.

Her paranoia and anxitey keeping her from relaxing in her own home, leaving her to pace for hours. She didn't stray go far from Alex, since he woke up on several occasions due to nightmares, but always fell asleep quickly. It hurt her heart each time he woke up, and she...she knew it was her fault. Bailey would also check up on Arabelle and Elaina periodically until she spotted a familiar something in the free line around 3 am. She couldn't place it exactly but it was enough to send her back inside. The rest of the night, she spent preparing for the next day in the war room. Somethinf she had prepared and used over the years of Tyr's and her own breif service inder Aleros. Mostly reports, maps, and a few notes on how to get in touch with a few of her contacts. Really, she was just looking for anything that may help them, and there were a few things, but for now I'll leave those details out.

She hasn't realized just how long she has been in there until Alex managed to find her, and tell her that the strange man on the couch had left. With a sigh, Bailey stood from her spot on the floor. "Go get your things baby," she told him as she went it investigate. Sure enough, Tyr had left, leaving her to look around. He hasn't been him for to long, she could tell that or he would have cleaned up. Or cooked something but no. Upon seeing the note on the door, that Tyr has thankfully left behind, she ran a hand through her hair, "Alright. Let's do this." Turning around she went back to the master bedroom, hesitating in the door for a split second, before entering and quickly gathering her things. Plus, and extra change of casual clothes that may it may not still fit.

Next, was Alex. Entering his room to find him trying to pick which stuffed animal he wanted to take, she chuckled. But it stung. Leaving him to it, she went to his dresser and grabbed a spare change for him, as well as a scarf that was Tyr's. Alex liked to wear it before, and as it was getting colder, it seemed like a good idea to grab it. After a few minutes, Alex decided on a rabbit, a gift from Kya, and after making sure they had everything that was needed, the two of them went to look for Arabelle.

 

[GreenEyedStranger]

Kylesar1

Keara crossed her arms, unamused by the mental image he painted.

"It's unfortunate that you must risk your own flesh and blood."

She said in reference to his daughter. Keara let out a sigh, thinking of sorrowful memories.

"As for me, theres someone I must save. Deep in his archives, I have a suspicion Alreos has the final step of mastery of fig magic. Revival. Necromancy just raised mindless thralls, but revival renews the person as they were."

She unconsciously places a hand on her chest, where she keeps the jewel that contains the soul of her mentor.

"If I can get this information, I can bring back someone I..."

She cuts herself short

"I mean... I can bring back a very good friend."

Her voice drifts off as she looks to the side. Although her expression was hard to decipher given her foreign facial details, deep sorrow could be heard in her voice.

 

[FireMaiden]

Anora Liara
Forest Near the Prancing Pony
Archdemon
Anora was plagued by once again the vivid nightmares of her parents assassination. They had been cut down infront of her and if not for her body guard, she would have been too. Sitting up from her bed roll, she spent a few moment staring I to the embers of the dying fire, before she stood clutching JoJo close. Her stomach rumbled, and the two of them had eaten all of the rabbit from last night, leaving her with nothing to eat right away. With a sigh, the young girl sat back down, and waited for no particular reason. She couldn't hunt, and while sure she could maybe start another fire, the sun was up and so there was no need.

 

[Paint The Wind]

Arabelle had been awake for several hours. She had slept in a spare room in the O’Connor house. She had already packed a bag before going to the Prancing Pony the night before. She heard Bailey and Alex moving around. She got up and used her cane to navigate out the room. “Good morning Bailey, Alex,” she said softly with a smile. “How are you?” Her blindfold wasn’t yet on, her eyes just looked closed, permanently.

FireMaiden

 

[Hanarei]

Lucille Irebrook
​

A light yawn escaped from Lucille's lips as she slowly awoke. The young woman slowly shuffled out form the covers, her long hair falling forward over her face covering up her unbandaged other eye. She rubbed her other eye, glancing out a little bit dazed. Waking up for her was always a bit of a hurdle at first. She let out a yawn, stretching out a bit. She went to fresher herself up, dressing herself up in some nice new clothing for the day. She pulled out her bandages, working to slowly begin careful wrapping up her eye once more. She finished with the bandages, brushing her hair attempting to look decent before she went out.

It still feels like yesterday was just such a weird dream... She thought to herself, shaking her head a bit. She lifted her hand, a glow forming as she lightly chanted. A bright light flashed in the room as the winged bunny creature Feir popped up having this time been summoned by Lucille herself, without a headache this time having done the summoning herself. She gestured to her shoulder as he simply nodded, wandering out of the room.

The two headed down into the wreckage that was the Prancing Pony. She glanced about staring over noticing Ari. She looked a bit timid at him before staring at that women from the night before. A sense of excitement filled her as she wandered over, finally getting a chance to speak to her. While she hadn't caught too much of it, she could of swore she heard her speaking what sounded like Draconic. Feir kept perched on her shoulder, watching her closely. "Don't go being too much of a hassle now..." He lightly urged Lucille as she stopped before the woman.

"H... hello! We haven't met yesterday really but we were near each other kind of and er...w... well hi! I'm Lucille! What language is it that you speak? I... I mean um... I'd like to know your name and all and I don't mean to b.. bother you at all... I'm a little c.. curious because what I caught of it... it... s.. sounded a bit familiar... just d... different to hear people speaking out loud, specially around here." She spoke with her words seeming to possess both a mixture of excitement as well as shyness behind them as the two seemed to battle it out as she seemed quite fascinated by it. Lucille was a linquist by trade, with older languages in particular being ones she was the most fascinated by.

Bakuyoshi (Mentioned) Kylesar1

 

[Jenzo]

Aseal finally emerged from the tavern after burning the last of his letters. Slowly moving out of the building and onto the deck, he let out a mighty yawn while stretching his body out to fight away the weariness of the night. Resting up against the railing he engulfed the sight of all those who showed up. The man couldn’t help wonder what brought them all here, he humored the thought of giving different tales to each person and reasoning for being here.

Perching his arm upon the banister in order to rest his head into his hand. Indolently the man gazed at everyone one final time before setting his sights on Ari. Listening in on his conversation with the others, he remained silent. He didn’t want to intrude on subjects that didn’t involve him. So he waited patiently to get his chance to speak to the man.

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Beatrice looked down to the woman named Lucille. But her long speech confused Beatrice. So many phrases she comprehended as complete gibberish. But she was able to catch the question about her language. She pointed to herself "Vs'shtak."
then pointed to Lucille "Draconic." Trying to convey what she knows it as and what Lucille would call it.

Hanarei

 

[Kylesar1]

Ari Waesmor​

"My daughter has been trained by one of the best Valkyries in the country, and myself. She'll be fine. She just shouldn't have gotten dragged into all this."

She mentioned bringing someone back from the dead as they originated. "You got a brass pair on you to go try for the Rebirth Spell without Reaper Expertise." Reaper Expertise was basically the combination of both Holy and Dark Magics. It wasn't a magic element in itself, but it opened gateways to untold power over life and death. It was deemed Reaper Expertise because the Death Scythe wielded by Reapers hits with both Holy and Dark simultaneously to instantly kill whatever it hit. The Grim Reaper hit with those PLUS Aether and Fig to also phase through any form of protection to hit the soul directly. Regardless, they both instantly transport the soul directly to the Gates of Judgement. In Keara's case, she had Dark and Fig. Fig could waive Holy Magic, but it required MASTERY of it and it would still be much harder to cast than with Holy Magic. Ari wouldn't judge her intentions or ability to cast such a spell. Hell, she may very well have master Fig Knowledge. The price for failure though was Grim himself coming to personally thank you for trying to undermine his authority. He could explain all this to her, but if she were a dedicated mage, she most likely already knew. Seemed dumb to come with that goal without the means to attain it. "Seems noble enough, not that I'm the gold standard for morality." Ari had no personal goals for this mission. "You're on the right team though. Better than trying to infiltrate a God solo."
(Differences between Revival, Necromancy, Rebirth, and Genesis will be explained in the LORE section)
GreenEyedStranger




"HEY!!! YOU DID THIS?!" The owner of the store stormed up the Beatrice. He had heard her say it was her fault. "YOU DESTROYED MY GODDAMN STORE!!" He yelled at her. "YOU BETTER FUCKING PAY FOR THIS SHIT!!!" He was on a tirade, his face red with anger.
Bakuyoshi

Ari sighed. He could understand the man's anger (no one wanted their shit destroyed). Since the man wasn't armed nor intended to get armed, Ari decided to get Beatrice out of this. Otherwise, Beatrice would either suffer under the tirade, be confused which could elevate things, or just flat out attack the guy, which wasn't called for. "Too early in the morning for bullshit. Guess I'll have to take responsibility for this." Ari gave another frustrated sigh. "Too many logistics already. Excuse me Keara........." he muttered before walking off.

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Beatrice was confused before pointing out "Kicked through. Blame man with fists." She wasn't about to be fully blamed. She was a second hand destroyer at best. And even then she only had her sword. Which could sell for a lot but she refused to part with it. But she wanted to tell the man in some way she could try and help. But she had no idea what to say.

Kylesar1

 

[GreenEyedStranger]

Keara narrowed her eyes. She had never heard of this 'Reaper Expertise'. Nevertheless, she was confident in her ability to learn the revival spell. Years, if not decades of practice with her mentor had trained her well. In fact, she was about to learn the revival spell before his untimely demise... Her eyes became misty as she thought of him.

As Ari turned to deal with the unruly barkeep, Keara thought deeply... Indeed, maybe this strange entity had the answers she desired... She could get a rough feel of it's general direction from the telepathy. Perhaps she would come across it on her travels.

Seeing everybody else was busy, she decided to speak to the shy girl, at least to distract herself from her thoughts

"You don't sound too confident."

She spoke in a terse manner.

mikolayev Kylesar1 Hanarei

 

[Kylesar1]

(Btw, Reaper Expertise isn't in itself a magic element. It's just the name for the combination of learned Holy and Dark Magic. They're polar opposites so learning both without one being insanely weak is almost impossible, but possible. I don't know if you got that from my post. Just some clarification.)
GreenEyedStranger

Ari Waesmor​

"WHAT MAN WITH FIST?!? EVERYONE HAS FISTS!!!!" He was getting angrier and her broken English was only annoying him even more

"Oi, owner." He turned with fury to Ari, who just looked calm. "My co-worker here isn't to blame for this."
He stomped over to Ari and got in his face. The guy was bigger than Ari, but that didn't phase him. "WAS IT YOU WHO DID THIS?!" He tried to look imposing.

Quick as lightning, Ari had a throwing knife pointed under his chin. "Don't get yourself killed." Ari didn't change his calm expression. "I was merely offering to pay for the damages done to your bar."

He backed off, holding up his hands in surrender. "Err, sorry sir."
Ari threw a bag of coins at him. "Now shut up. We're about to have a meeting here before setting out."
The man scoffed at Ari's tone and word choice, but caught the bag. As Ari walked off, the man gasped loudly and slowly fell to his knees, crying. He had looked into the bag and found a fortune in the form of platinum coins. These were the modern day equivalent of a $1,000 bill EACH and this pouch was full of them. In typical Ari fashion, he went overboard.
Bakuyoshi

He then sat down while the rest had their own conversation.........until he saw something familiar. "HOLY FUCK!! FUCKING TYR!!" Ari yelled. Bailey fucking lied to him. She got him good. He went over to him. "Bailey said you went missing. What the hell happened?" Ari said and sat beside him.
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Waiting for: P Paint The Wind FireMaiden

 

[Damafaud]

Vale Frostwind
Frozen Hermit
Location: Prancing Pony Room ==> Prancing Pony Tavern
Interaction: Kylesar1 Bakuyoshi Jenzo Hanarei Safety Hammer
Mention: -​

"Good morning, morning sun!"

Vale stretched her arms and jumped off the bed. Seeing the chest beside her pillow, she allowed herself to grin. Her chest was back. Opening her chest gave her the view of a vast space filled with numerous objects inside. The chest was one of finding at Crystal Valley, something similar to a bag of holding. She took out a new change of clothes and closed it. The White Magic Caster was nowhere to be seen. She must be out already.

"Ah, I haven't thanked her for saving this self," she muttered to herself. She must met her before she left. But before that, she needed a bath.

Locking the door to her room, Vale stripped out of her clothes and stood in the middle of the room. A familiar whistle, like the one she blew last night, could be heard through her lips. The spell, cleaning flow, was an extremely useful spell Vale had developed herself. Soon, her whole body was emerged in a ball of water. Small currents ran through her body, removing dirt and dead skin from her body. Her hair was spread apart like a flower, combed individually by parallel currents.

The water ball soon dispersed into the air, leaving Vale dripping wet inside the room. Unlike with her clothes and chest, she didn't dare to remove the remaining water with magic. Incidentally removing her natural body moisture could do more harm. She took out a brush and a piece of cloth to dry herself from her chest. Soon, Vale left her room in Prancing Pony, holding her chest under one arm and brushing her hair with another.

"Ah, a noisy tavern as always!"

The tavern was, in fact, noisy due to a man shouting over some payment. Vale wasn't very interested with the man, but the group of people he talked to spark her interest. They were the group that fight yesterday, and more importantly, a group that fight in a fight the White Magic Caster was involved with.

"Excuse me strangers, but are you acquitted with a White Magic Caster? " Vale approached them with a smile, tilting her head sideway and gave them a slight bow.

"I haven't got the chance to thank her for saving this stranger when we were strangers," she added, still smiling. Her way of speaking was weird, but keeping the fact that she isolated herself for a long time, it was quite normal.

 

[Allibi]

Anna Dawnne​

A morning bath is the best. Feeling all refreshed and smelling better, she picked up all of her belongings and returned herself to the tavern. A party has already gathered in front of the Prancing Pony, but Anna just decided to be quiet and slips into the midst of it. The bar owner seemed to be amongst them, and he seemed rather agitated, and angry. Well, not wanting to pay for the damages, she kept quiet, and just watched as Ari handled the situation. The lady she was healing seemed to be alright and up, standing nearby the party of people, but she decided not to speak with her first, as she was fairly close to the bar owner. Damafaud

And that's probably when she noticed of a lizard, a mountable one, being tied to the one of the poles. Whoever that rode this lizard, certainly would have just arrived. Not many people have such exotic mounts, and that certainly piqued Anna's interest. Though it wasn't enough to make her find out who it was, she commit this tiny detail in her heart. That Poppy

Speaking of odd creatures, an Illithid stood amongst the party of people. She wondered how such a creature could withstand the morning light. Wouldn't the light blind their vision, as they're naturally gifted with superior dark vision ? Wouldn't the heat and the sunlight cook them slowly ? Would healing spells hurt such a dark spawned creature ? Or was her books that she have read wrong all the time ? She dared not say neither. But knowing that by normal courtesy that staring is bad, she did not spend alot of time looking at the Illithid. Just a few quick glance, before her eyes went towards the draconian descendant. No better in dwarven tongue than draconian, she knew she will have issues with her in communication. Mentioned : GreenEyedStranger Bakuyoshi

A coming to age girl caught her eye, being the one closest to Ari. And Anna decided to strike a conversation to her first.

"Hey there, I'm Anna. And you are ?" Kylesar1

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