Luminescent
Sunflower Child
In Trulane, a legend is about to begin.
In a kingdom of magic with every kind of person, beast, and being, a story is about to unfold.
An adventure is about to begin.
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Travelers of Trulane
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In Trulane, a legend is about to begin.
In a kingdom of magic with every kind of person, beast, and being, a story is about to unfold.
An adventure is about to begin.
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Dragongal
Miss Medic
Emmalia adjusted her bracer carefully on her right arm, merely out of habit. She glanced up at the streets as she entered the city, then refocused on her bracer. She'd need to buy a new one, or else replace the lacing, this was getting ridiculous. Her shortsword's scabbard tapped rhythmically against her thigh as she walked. Another thing to fix, she'd have to keep that silent or she could lose her employment. A few of the city folk glanced oddly at her, but she didn't pay attention. They were glancing at her odd armor, a thick leather bodice with chainmaille patches over her heart , a buckler on her back, and they were probably looking at the lion's gauntlet on her belt too. One of the only good things she'd ever gotten from her family, that gauntlet. The only thing she'd ever give them credit for.
She walked into a lower-class inn, ignoring the scoffs she got for wearing men's clothing. She didn't care enough to correct the imbeciles. They were idiots and likely would be for a long time. However, she did glance up when the innkeeper said that the Lord was looking for one more traveler or fighter for a job. Gold wasn't something she needed, she could easily live without it. Yet the allure of having an actual job was there, to be certain. She'd need gold eventually so she could repair her armour, and distractions were nice. If she wanted to do her real job properly, she needed to patch her equipment a bit. "What do you mean by... 'one more?'"
"Get in, do the job, get paid, fix armor, get out. Easy," she muttered under her breath as she walked up to the Lord's hall, opening a set of double doors. She didn't want to work with others, but she could deal with them, the same way she normally dealt with people. Let them do their thing, she'd do hers. Easy.
She walked into a lower-class inn, ignoring the scoffs she got for wearing men's clothing. She didn't care enough to correct the imbeciles. They were idiots and likely would be for a long time. However, she did glance up when the innkeeper said that the Lord was looking for one more traveler or fighter for a job. Gold wasn't something she needed, she could easily live without it. Yet the allure of having an actual job was there, to be certain. She'd need gold eventually so she could repair her armour, and distractions were nice. If she wanted to do her real job properly, she needed to patch her equipment a bit. "What do you mean by... 'one more?'"
"Get in, do the job, get paid, fix armor, get out. Easy," she muttered under her breath as she walked up to the Lord's hall, opening a set of double doors. She didn't want to work with others, but she could deal with them, the same way she normally dealt with people. Let them do their thing, she'd do hers. Easy.
InsanEleven
King Allyn the Autistic
Sorano leant against a pillar in the hall, reading the poster he had ripped off. A job was a job, and money had been scarce lately, he'd spend too much time and money in the inn. It wasn't exactly wasted, but he had hoped to be back to travelling earlier, yet switching had taken longer than usual. Which meant he would just have to make up for it by small missions.
When the woman entered the hall he gave her a greeting nod, more a symbol of him acknowledging she was there than anything. From the way he did it one could even wonder if he had actually taken enough of a glance to know it was a he or a she. But there was a reason there was only one Windwalker an not a while group of them. People weren't his strong suit, not for long anyway, because even if they got close he'd eventually change and shut them out. Before they got to know the other him, that stuttering wuss could tarnish a lot of his reputation. Could become a target to a lot of extortion and old enemies, even if he was exceptionally good at hiding. Purposely he was the wind to the walker part, more silent and out of sight than he could ever be. Though still, it was easier to be silent when none knew of you.
This would be the same; easy job, get some money and then ditch this place.
When the woman entered the hall he gave her a greeting nod, more a symbol of him acknowledging she was there than anything. From the way he did it one could even wonder if he had actually taken enough of a glance to know it was a he or a she. But there was a reason there was only one Windwalker an not a while group of them. People weren't his strong suit, not for long anyway, because even if they got close he'd eventually change and shut them out. Before they got to know the other him, that stuttering wuss could tarnish a lot of his reputation. Could become a target to a lot of extortion and old enemies, even if he was exceptionally good at hiding. Purposely he was the wind to the walker part, more silent and out of sight than he could ever be. Though still, it was easier to be silent when none knew of you.
This would be the same; easy job, get some money and then ditch this place.
Luminescent
Sunflower Child
Xalphine walked so quickly she was practically skipping. She almost tripped over a few protruding cobblestones but maintained her balance. She happily hummed a recognizable tune. She was visiting her aunt at the bakery. Her aunt Carol always had some sweet treat to give her, and she heard by rumor that this time, it was a pastry, and that aunt Carol had recently bought some cherry filling from the orchard.
Without looking where she was going, she swung around the corner and into a tall hooded man with a stack of papers in his hands. The collision knocked the dark green hood off of Xalphine's head, and revealed her bright eyes and dark hair. Quickly, she pulled it back up, and helped the man collect his papers which had comedically flown all about. She snuck one in her pocket and continued on her way, with a polite, "Apologies!! Goodbye, sir!" She skipped on her way.
As she skipped she pulled the paper out of her pocket and skimmed it. It was per usual: Lord Antoine is looking for a brave-hearted duo to... blah, blah, blah... She crumbled it up and threw it back into the road. She arrived at the bakery and swung open the back door. She dug her hand into the money jar to pull out a few wings*, but to her surprise, it was empty! Her single source of income... soiled... "Carol!! Are you here?", she yelled throughout the bakery. There was no
reply. She looked around but no one was there. She found a note hung on the front door: Apologies, We're permanently closed.
Xalphine gasped. The bakery was closed! How was she to eat? How was she to get wings?? She ran out of the bakery, leaving the door wide open and found the crumpled paper in a puddle. She followed the address written on it. "Worth a try!"
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* trulane currency
Without looking where she was going, she swung around the corner and into a tall hooded man with a stack of papers in his hands. The collision knocked the dark green hood off of Xalphine's head, and revealed her bright eyes and dark hair. Quickly, she pulled it back up, and helped the man collect his papers which had comedically flown all about. She snuck one in her pocket and continued on her way, with a polite, "Apologies!! Goodbye, sir!" She skipped on her way.
As she skipped she pulled the paper out of her pocket and skimmed it. It was per usual: Lord Antoine is looking for a brave-hearted duo to... blah, blah, blah... She crumbled it up and threw it back into the road. She arrived at the bakery and swung open the back door. She dug her hand into the money jar to pull out a few wings*, but to her surprise, it was empty! Her single source of income... soiled... "Carol!! Are you here?", she yelled throughout the bakery. There was no
reply. She looked around but no one was there. She found a note hung on the front door: Apologies, We're permanently closed.
Xalphine gasped. The bakery was closed! How was she to eat? How was she to get wings?? She ran out of the bakery, leaving the door wide open and found the crumpled paper in a puddle. She followed the address written on it. "Worth a try!"
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* trulane currency
Dragongal
Miss Medic
Emmalia looked to the man in acknowledgment before looking to Lord Antoine. She bowed, as was required, and was about to ask a question when a young girl came running into the hall, dwarfed by the mere size of the place. Odd. She must be here for something else. Right? This girl was no fighter, she wasn't a traveler, and if Emmalia were honest, the girl didn't seem like the type who could tell a dagger from a shortsword. Not that it was bad, the world needed some innocent children, but this girl was clearly not going on the quest with them.
InsanEleven
King Allyn the Autistic
Sorano had been about to open his mouth and ask for details on the mission, when a young girl came running in through the door. For a second he wondered if she perhaps was the daughter of the lord, crossing the hall so carelessly as she did, but he quickly remembered that Lord Antoine only had two sons, no daughters. So with one eyebrow raised, nearly refusing to entertain the idea that she could be here for a quest, he stepped away from his place at the pillar as she ran by, grabbing her collar in the progress.
"Whoa there Skippy, what do you think you are doing here?" He didn't sound particularly menacing, more like a big brother who wanted to prevent his little sibling from getting into the wrong part of town. His look was stern but not judging, still thinking she had come in on mistake. What else could it be anyway? He could understand the woman taking such a mission, she looked well equipped and confident enough, but this kid appeared like she could be misled into thinking glittery painted rocks were gems.
"Whoa there Skippy, what do you think you are doing here?" He didn't sound particularly menacing, more like a big brother who wanted to prevent his little sibling from getting into the wrong part of town. His look was stern but not judging, still thinking she had come in on mistake. What else could it be anyway? He could understand the woman taking such a mission, she looked well equipped and confident enough, but this kid appeared like she could be misled into thinking glittery painted rocks were gems.
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Luminescent
Sunflower Child
As Xalphine ran into the hall, she was grabbed on the collar by a tall man. "Just here for a quest... Same as you." She looked around at the hall in awe. The ceiling was higher than she thought possible, and the floors were as shiny as diamonds. She looked to the lord and bowed. Even though she didn't like doing so, she let down her hood and let her long brown hair loose. Her hair was straight enough to please a high class blacksmith.
She felt embarrassed of her size and age, but didn't let it get the best of her. She stood tall, and with confidence. She hoped that Lord Antoine would give her a chance, the same as the other two.
She felt embarrassed of her size and age, but didn't let it get the best of her. She stood tall, and with confidence. She hoped that Lord Antoine would give her a chance, the same as the other two.
Dragongal
Miss Medic
"The same quest?" Emmalia asked, then she shook her head a bit. She didn't even know what their quest was going to be, so, why not? Never underestimate, right? Emmalia just wasn't too keen on the idea of having to keep an eye on this girl if she was inexperienced. "M'Lord, you never did tell us what this job is," she said to Antoine. Or how long it will take, she thought. She could get around to other contracts, but she wanted to have good equipment before that, and this seemed an easy - and probably pretty safe, way. It would be safe than her normal contracts by a long shot.
InsanEleven
King Allyn the Autistic
Sorano let go of the girl, his other eyebrow now raised as well. Yet, if she had a death wish then that was her problem, and if she was simply naive she would learn soon enough. It was the Lord's decision in the end, if his quest included being a babysitter then that was what he would do, as long as it paid well enough. So instead he turned around and faced the lord. Same as you. Quietly he rubbed his shoulder, yeah right, she stood with the ignorant confidence of someone who had not experienced any pain... someone clueless.
"I'll do whatever mission is given, but I can not guarantee the girl's safety." He glanced over at the woman, who seemed equally sceptic, and he knew she couldn't either. Whatever bout of insanity had gotten into that girl, it was her own to deal with.
"I'll do whatever mission is given, but I can not guarantee the girl's safety." He glanced over at the woman, who seemed equally sceptic, and he knew she couldn't either. Whatever bout of insanity had gotten into that girl, it was her own to deal with.
Dragongal
Miss Medic
Emmalia sighed. She put a very high value on innocence and childhood. She'd not gotten much of it in her life, she liked seeing it in others. "I will try to help guarantee her safety," she said. She wasn't like this man, she was able to be very, very swift, and keeping an eye on this girl would not be very difficult. With Emmalia's heightened senses, it would be almost easy to keep track of her, now that she had her scent and knew the sound of her voice, the weight in her footsteps, the way she walked that made the fabric of her clothes shift together just slightly differently than anyone else's. Emmalia's job had truly honed her heightened senses for tracking and hunting, but they had their good uses too.
Luminescent
Sunflower Child
Lord Antoine straightened. "North of Codark, at the base of the mountains, an important carriage was ambushed. It was supposed to be delivered to me, but instead it was robbed by several bandits. They stole many important packages, including ones filled with precious gems and a important letters and documents. If these are not returned safely, things could go severely awry. Your job is to find the carriage and salvage what can be salvaged; catch the bandits and bring them to me, dead or alive; and most of all, return the packages. Do not return until you do so. Your reward will be determined once you return, and will be based upon the duration of the mission, the expenses paid, and the quality of the packages once they are returned. As advertised, lack of strength, age or experience will not determine whether you can complete the quest or not. That is up to you. Because of that, I have chosen to send you three on the quest together. You must all equally strive to protect each other and complete the quest."
InsanEleven
King Allyn the Autistic
Sorano listened then nodded indifferently, if that was the mission he'd do it. It wasn't that he didn't want to protect the girl, he wasn't completely heartless, it was just that he could never guarantee her safety. If she died despite his protection then it had been her own rash behaviour that got her killed.
"I accept, consider your packages as good as salvaged." This one would be fairly easy, if Skippy didn't run off into a bandit that was. Her carelessness definitely got him worried, if only it was because he didn't want to go skip after her ass to save it every three seconds.
"I accept, consider your packages as good as salvaged." This one would be fairly easy, if Skippy didn't run off into a bandit that was. Her carelessness definitely got him worried, if only it was because he didn't want to go skip after her ass to save it every three seconds.
Dragongal
Miss Medic
Emmalia bowed to Antoine, saying, "If that is all, M'Lord?" Antoine nodded, dismissing the group. As they walked out, Emmalia asked "Skippy" "Lass, do you even have a weapon or proper pack?" She wasn't being rude of course, but it seemed an important question. More important than exchanging names, at least.
Luminescent
Sunflower Child
Xalphine smiled and bowed to the lord. She frowned. "No, I'm afraid I don't have a weapon, but I have a suitable pack at my aunt's bakery."
She started to head out, but caught herself, turned around and said, "I apologize, I never introduced myself. I'm Xalphine Paige Carini. You can call me Xal. What are your names?" She smiled.
She started to head out, but caught herself, turned around and said, "I apologize, I never introduced myself. I'm Xalphine Paige Carini. You can call me Xal. What are your names?" She smiled.
InsanEleven
King Allyn the Autistic
Sorano threw a gaze of disbelief at the woman when Skippy told them she had no weapon, hoping that at the least his worries were shared. At least he now knew a name, which meant she wouldn't have to make do with an unnamed grave.
"Wait, you have an aunt? Does she even know what you're about to do? And my name is Sorano, Windwalker, whichever you prefer Skippy." He wasn't much concerned with what she called him, more trying to understand what exactly was going on with her. She seemed to think everything about this was a trip to the candy shop.
Once she had turned and was out of hearing distance he leaned a tidbit closer to the woman, speaking in a softer, worried tone.
"Do you think she's... you know... not entirely right in the head?"
"Wait, you have an aunt? Does she even know what you're about to do? And my name is Sorano, Windwalker, whichever you prefer Skippy." He wasn't much concerned with what she called him, more trying to understand what exactly was going on with her. She seemed to think everything about this was a trip to the candy shop.
Once she had turned and was out of hearing distance he leaned a tidbit closer to the woman, speaking in a softer, worried tone.
"Do you think she's... you know... not entirely right in the head?"
Dragongal
Miss Medic
Emmalia watched the girl and the man for a moment, surprised by this girl's confidence. "I'm Emmalia." No last name or nickname, just Emmalia. The girl scampered off a short distance, then Sorano spoke to her. She glanced at him, one eyebrow raised. "We have to care for her anyway now. I don't see it mattering much if she is or is not." She wasn't being cold, that was just how she was. Reserved; her opinion was asked, and now given.
InsanEleven
King Allyn the Autistic
Sorano shrugged indifferently at words of the woman, or Emmalia as it was now. He looked at the direction the girl had ran off to, his arms crossed and clearly thinking troubled thoughts "I just don't want to turn around to see she skipped herself straight into a sword, that's all." Despite acting like he disliked her, it was more because he intensely disliked the idea of having to deal with a dead teen. Especially one that still knew how to be sweet.
If she was simply incredibly naive he could still hope to teach her a thing or two about surviving on her own, but if she really wasn't right in the head he couldn't be sure she wouldn't just kill herself on accident. Naitivety wasn't something he knew how to handle though, and from the looks of it Emmalia wasn't a star with that either.
"Oh and, my full name is Sorano Sakebi. You can use either of those names, just don't call me Windy please." He wasn't good at small talk either, but he didn't like standing in complete silence while waiting for Skippy to return.
If she was simply incredibly naive he could still hope to teach her a thing or two about surviving on her own, but if she really wasn't right in the head he couldn't be sure she wouldn't just kill herself on accident. Naitivety wasn't something he knew how to handle though, and from the looks of it Emmalia wasn't a star with that either.
"Oh and, my full name is Sorano Sakebi. You can use either of those names, just don't call me Windy please." He wasn't good at small talk either, but he didn't like standing in complete silence while waiting for Skippy to return.
Dragongal
Miss Medic
"Alright Sorano. Give it a few days hunting these packages, I'll think of something else to call you." Emmalia was about speed. one or two syllable names were best, despite her own being four. She also thought of nicknames as terms of endearment; not something to be upset about. Of course, one doesn't get to pick their nickname. "I'll keep track of the lass, best I can. By the way, would you prefer to spend the night at an inn or leave right off?" Emmalia didn't need the rest, but she didn't know if Sorano had been travelling for a while.
Luminescent
Sunflower Child
Xalphine smiled. "Yes, I have an aunt, but she wouldn't care if I left forever. I take care of myself. Nice to meet you Sorano."
She waited for Emmalia to introduce herself. "Nice to meet you too, Emmalia. I'll go get the pack." She smiled and went through the door and toward her aunt's bakery.
She waited for Emmalia to introduce herself. "Nice to meet you too, Emmalia. I'll go get the pack." She smiled and went through the door and toward her aunt's bakery.
InsanEleven
King Allyn the Autistic
Sorano firmly shook his head at Emmalia's proposal of staying at the inn. "I stayed at the inn for way too long now, I took the job because I wanted to start immediately." He couldn't exactly say he had always been one to get onto things immediately, but he could say that he always did so with missions. His silent side of course didn't even want to do missions, caring more for books and tedious study, which was fine in itself if he actually would do something to sustain himself as well. He often didn't have enough wings left to get a butterfly in the air, yet alone to live off.
"If you can find me a better name you're free to use it."
"If you can find me a better name you're free to use it."
Dragongal
Miss Medic
"Oh I will." Emmalia smiled only slightly, then looked toward where Xal had ran off to. "My only problem is she's weaponless. I can protect her, but she'll be completely useless and if she gets into something, well, that's her choice and I can't do much." As fast as Emmalia was, there were still things she couldn't prevent.
Luminescent
Sunflower Child
A short time later, Xal returned, with a large leather pack on her back and a shortsword in hand. "I picked this up from the blacksmith on my way back. I thought it would be handy to pick it up while I was out running errands." The sword was nice looking and pretty sturdy. She had picked it up for pretty cheap.
"Ok, so what's the plan? Are we gonna start right now or meet back here tomorrow, or what?" She smiled but not out of excitement, instead she smiled because she believed she had proven herself not to be completely useless and nutty after all.
"Ok, so what's the plan? Are we gonna start right now or meet back here tomorrow, or what?" She smiled but not out of excitement, instead she smiled because she believed she had proven herself not to be completely useless and nutty after all.
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Dragongal
Miss Medic
Emmalia glanced to Sorano, then to Skippy. "We were going to leave now." She looked between her two companions, trying to see what they would do next. She could lead when she wanted to, but right now she wasn't feeling it.
InsanEleven
King Allyn the Autistic
Sorano nodded affirmatively, and as Emmalia didn't quite react he took it upon him to lead them out of town.
"Codark would be about a day's walk, if I remember correctly." Of course he did, he had ran out of things to study halfway through his stay at the inn, as he could only take so many books with him. Especially as he didn't quite like dragging books with him once he travelled, but of course the other one would dislike it, so he kept a few books anyway for later. In any case he had studied the maps, and knew them by heart even if he was new to this area. At least his preparations always were impeccable.
"Codark would be about a day's walk, if I remember correctly." Of course he did, he had ran out of things to study halfway through his stay at the inn, as he could only take so many books with him. Especially as he didn't quite like dragging books with him once he travelled, but of course the other one would dislike it, so he kept a few books anyway for later. In any case he had studied the maps, and knew them by heart even if he was new to this area. At least his preparations always were impeccable.
Luminescent
Sunflower Child
Xal smiled. "Alright. If we leave now we will get about halfway to Codark before we have to set up camp."
She started heading out the door but sensed the hesitancy of the other two, and slowed her pace slightly. She was nervous that her impression on the two hadn't been made correctly, but now wasn't the time to be worried about that. She had to focus on the journey ahead.
She started heading out the door but sensed the hesitancy of the other two, and slowed her pace slightly. She was nervous that her impression on the two hadn't been made correctly, but now wasn't the time to be worried about that. She had to focus on the journey ahead.
