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[Sarahspn]

Gwendolyn stifled a laugh as Leóne used wind to make the table drop its mounds of coins. "We're using magic now?" She whispered back, raising an eyebrow. She gave him a smile as she made coins lift off the ground and quickly enter her bag. She laughed at his comment on getting cheated by the gamblers and shook her head. She wasn't a fan of gambling because it wasn't meant for the players to win and she loved to win. Scanning the room again, she noticed a man drinking alone. "Watch this." She said before walking towards the man and sitting next to him, smiling.

"Whats a man like you doing drinking alone?" Gwen asked the man, leaning closer to him. Barely paying attention to his sob story about how his wife left him for a woman, she quietly untied his pouch while maintaining eye contact. "How sad. Well hopefully you can win her back with your uh, charm." She said, faking interest as she smoothly put his pouch into her bag. "Sorry to cut his conversation short, but my friends are looking for me so I must get going." She gave the man a smile and got up to leave. The man tightly grabbed her arm and pulled her back into her seat. She quickly turned around and punched the man in the face, making him fall out of his chair. She stood up and fixed her hair with a frown. She hated men who thought they had a right to put their hands on her without consent.

She walked towards Leóne and swiped one more pouch along the way. "I think I'm done for now. See you at the bar?" She asked, giving him a wink. She walked back to the bar and noticed a new person talking to Bjorn, Freya, and Obsidian. They were quite short and talkative and Gwen didn't feel like meeting new people at the moment. She sat back down in her seat and pulled out all the coins and pouches she swiped. She ordered another drink before counting, excited to see what Leónes numbers were.

Jet

 

[Taigakitt]

Freya Hamrammr
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Freya settled on Bjorn's lap, her back gently leaning back towards one of his shoulders. Of course, now that Gwen and Leóne were no longer around them to tease, he had seemingly settled on teasing her. Her face went from peachy to tomato. Although, she did agree with his words. They didn't need anything for themselves. Even if the well could grant extravagant wishes, like a longer life, she wouldn't be able to ask for that. As a mother and grandmother, she didn't want to outlive her children or their's.

She smiled at Obsidian, "Thank you Obsidian." It was nice to hear, being told their grandchildren were lucky. They did all they could for them, but she was aware not every child had that luxury. It broke her heart.

Her attention was pulled away from her husband and Obsidian, drawn to a sweet-sounding voice that seemed directed at them. Her blue eyes widened, taking note of the adorable appearance of the voice's owner. She hopped off of Bjorn's lap, standing much taller than the elvish woman. Though, she instantly thought child despite certain features, which got her rolling.

She didn't waste a second to pick her up, setting them on one of her shoulders, "Hard to say if any of our ancestors were with giants, but can't rule it out. Can you feel a temperature difference, little one?" The wee one just seemed so child-like, from blunt words to most of their stature that she couldn't help herself.

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[Taigakitt]

Yo Saiwa

As the others were talking, Yo squatted down and swiped a blanket from Liam's pile, quickly standing back up as soon as she had one in hand. She was too curious, and her curiosity got the better of her at this point. She rubbed at the fabric while keeping her gaze on the new company. Honestly, she wasn't sure what to make of them. They didn't have scales, so she hadn't felt that instant kinship like she had with Liam. But one was a child, so she felt she could relax a little.

At Liam's request, she swept her golden gaze across the room, "There's stuff like that here? I thought it was just some open floor plan!" Though, she wasn't sure how she felt about being hidden into some corner with two people they'd just met, as she had slightly noted the guarded feelings of the other two, though the mother? seemed gentle enough. Thinking on it though, maybe she should of offered to help the child up.

At the mention of fights, Yo beamed, "We were actually about to watch The Scorpion and The Dog fight!" She couldn't remember their full titles, and most definitely got the second one wrong. She could at least remember it related to a dog.

She kept the pout from her face, as it seemed most everyone wanted to go somewhere more private. She was itching to be closer, wanting to see if she could pick up anything that she could try later.

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[EldridSmith]

Bjorn beamed at Obsidians complement towards Freya and himself. "I'm just happy to be living the dream." He says as he kisses his wife's tomato red face as he wrapped his arm around her as she leaned against him shoulder. He was enjoying every moment of his time here, he people to chat with, his lovely wife who looking cuter by the second, and lots of alcohol. He let Freya go as she jumped up to talk to the small elf., "Hello wood elf, I couldn't help but notice how freakishly small you are." Bjorn retorted with a grin. "Aye, great grandma mounted a giant. I don't know any temperature difference but why do you ask?" He says, somewhat used to the antics of the small wood elves. Freya and him had met a few on their travels. He chuckled as Freya picked up the tiny elf and set her on her shoulders. "Let me give you a hand." He says before picking up Freya and setting her on his shoulders with boisterous laughter as he listened to Obsidians response to the elf. "Freya, after the announcement I think it best we head upstairs." He said with a grin as he tickled her sides: one of her weaknesses.
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[Aelia Aeldyne]

Salazar Stark​

Champion Lodges. To me, that name was equally refreshing and nauseating. The positive aspect of the places was that it was lively. You'd find all sorts of people in a Lodge. From the grizzled veterans with many a lengthy tale to share against a few pitchers of red to the old mages always ready to recount their days of youth during a game of cards, but also the bards of all kinds walking song and string in accord, the brawlers putting some animation and giving work to the bookmakers... The staff too, always being helpful, giving advice to adventurers who come around, welcoming and guiding the new people.

And the drinks are nice. Most of the time. Sometimes. Occasionnally. Anyway...

On the other hand, you'd find all sorts of people in a Lodge. The old soldiers missing a limb, their pride or their honor, more often than not drunk on cheap booze and telling people off sometimes just for being there... The old wizards who'll ruin you at cards without even thinking twice about it, weaving magic in the fabric to gain the upper hand, the cheapskate bards who can't even tune their instruments properly and call down the rain with their singing... And worst of all the brawlers, never missing a chance to roar out a stupid boast while their black teeth fall out of their mouth because of how hard they got beaten not even one hour ago, feeding the bet-taking sharks on the sidelines on the hopes of making a little coin. And let's not talk about the staff. From those who just can't be arsed to give a damn to those who outright try to kill you because they don't like how you look, to those who hate you but in the slow burn kind of way, sometimes finding a warm welcome is like asking a fish to bring down the moon.

It's not all white or black though. Depends on where you go, how you behave, the already-present atmosphere, the kind of people you'll find, sometimes just the time of the day... A lot of things, really, either petty as hell or unimportant. Well. That's a lot of words to just say that the world within a lodge's walls is just a condensed, high ass, drunk version of the world outside.

And here I was, playing cards in Whaleshell Port; the night was falling, I could feel it. Just a sort of tension vanishing from between my shoulders, my entire upper body loosening and relaxing. Another kind of tension was building up, though. Night was my time, and woe betide the fucker trying to scam me at cards, which meant the goddamn wizard sitting in front of me right now. I could see it, the magic he was using to change the face of his cards into a winning combination. The other two on the sides of the table weren't any better, but they were barely managing to undo each other's trickery. Well then. My turn. I drew from the deck, laying a weave of Night over the face of the card as I took it, changing a two of clubs into an eight of spades, and I knew by the way the old wizard stiffened that he didn't want me to finish my four of eights. Not surprising, he had spent the three last draws trying to get a four of sevens. When I saw the thread of magic pointing down towards the card I had just drawn, I swiveled my wrist around, slamming the five cards I had in hand on the table. "Four of eights" I announced to the table. Where should have been my right hand was a stump of course, but shadows wove themselves into a stylus and I took a chip off the edge of the table; there were five like those already. "And keep it shut, Arthur. I could see it." I hissed at the old wizard "Or I explain in every detail the six times you tried to fuck me over at the draw and why you failed. And just so you know, I know that you did me in with the threes in the first round. Nice illusion over that king of hearts."



Not like I cared, but I enjoyed winning. I could hear the three mages groan as they tossed a handful of gold pieces towards me. Arthur's voice rang in my ears. "Come around, punk. We'll have another go, and maybe you'll learn to respect your elders." I let out a short bark and a wide grin. "Pleasure's mine, geezer. See ya around." I rose from my seat, snatching Arthur's tankard as I did so and returning it empty to its outraged owner. "Cheaters never prosper, Arthur. But of course, it ain't cheating if you don't get caught. Heh !"

I tossed a gold coin to the closest bartender. "Your cheapest shit to the respectable wizard Arthur Gamorre, sir. With extra burnt steak, just the way you know he doesn't like it."

I headed towards the employment corner, leaning against a pillar while I felt the anxious man pacing around, the tremor of his feet a regular one compared to the chaotic rumbling of the rest of the Lodge. There weren't many people around, it seemed.

"Looking bleak so far, innit ?"


Jet

 

[Jet]

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Leóne watched Gwen as she scammed a random drunk, amused emotions running across his bearded features — ones that dropped immediately when she was grabbed! Anger rushed through his system, and measuring distance he drew ranged blades muttering "you're going home early asshole" because nobody was harming Gwen, but Leóne stopped short when she hammered the bastard!

Guess she knows her way around fighting as much as stealing! Leóne thought as the creepy moron crashed across floorboards. Leaking blood the random clutched his nose and Leóne enjoyed how the unexpected constantly cropped up around Gwen. He also enjoyed guessing where she learned her many moves.

Moves he needed finesse to win against — moreso when she borrowed another pouch after winking seductively. Leóne knew her numbers were far ahead and he needed something huge, scanning every tavern nook until finding the motherload. Across the room rested one massive pouch beside another gambler. Leóne pictured two hundred coins and guaranteed victory, but why anyone would have so much money? Leóne assumed alcohol caused the placement when moving across the room, and tucked away any negative assumptions. This was his only chance.

Employing classic strategy, he grabbed an empty pouch from the ground, one tossed away by someone wiped clean when gambling. Channeling arcane energy he spawned sand inside his new bag, matching the valuabe pouch he eyed on approach. As the targets watched a waitress, Leóne simply swapped the bags. Easy enough! The pouch was on an edge, the men were distracted, the rogue was completely ignored, and the sandbag was placed well. Free money!

Weaving around crowds, the rogue approached Gwen with obvious confidence. The huge pouch was heavy and weighed down with coin, how could he lose now? Leaning into the bar next to her, he smiled when skewing his pouch sideways. Air was consumed by the sweet sound of hard objects hitting wood, and when Leóne looked down he expected to see a mountain of gold!

What he found were rocks. They weren't even precious rocks, only basic ones with some gravel shards that anyone could grab from the road. Leóne looked between the rocks and Gwen about twelve times and 'excuse me' he pondered between mental sparks. Leóne was confused but soon enough an older man across the tavern cried out "MY ROCKS, SOMEONE TOOK ME LUCKY ROCKS!"

"I think uh.... I think you win unless these rocks really are lucky and every coin you grabbed is bronze. Speaking of these rocks... Hey barkeep, I found these on the floor I think the yelling guy lost them" Leóne went with about six different emotions between defeat and humor.

As barkeeps collected rocks, Leóne laughed away disappointment, and looking up he matched eyes with before asking "So what did you manage to get? Enough to buy one or two houses? And maybe enough to buy that guy a new nose too! You know you really nailed that guy, but he certainly earned the beating, he's lucky you stopped with one"

Sarahspn

 

[Sarahspn]

Gwendolyn had just finished counting her collection as Leóne leaned next to her. She saw the rather heavy pouch he held and frowned a little, thinking he beat her at her own game. There was no way he could have gotten ahead so easily. She watched as he emptied the pouch with confidence. Watching rocks fall onto the table, her jaw dropped in surprise. She tried her best not to laugh but couldn't help it when she saw Leónes face. Her laughter became louder when she heard a man yell about stolen rocks. "I'm sorry love, but rocks weren't part of the game." She said, trying to control her laughter. Once she stopped laughing, she put a hand on his arm in an attempt to console him. Thankfully he had a good sense of humor and laughed off the mixup. This was definitely something she was going to hold against him in the future.

She looked at the spread of coins before her. "Well from the four pouches I swiped and the handful of coins from the gambling table, I believe I ended up with 75 gold pieces, 96 silver pieces, and 108 bronze peices. Not the best haul I've done but this taverns full of cheapskates and creeps." She said rolling her eyes, thinking back to the man that grabbed her. "The guy had it coming. Even his own wife left him for a woman. How sad." She laughed, grabbing her drink. "Anyways how much did you get, not counting the rocks?" She asked, putting the coins back into the pouches before giving him a smile. She took a sip of the drink she ordered and studied his face, taking note of a few small scars along his face. He was handsome without a doubt and Gwen wanted to learn everything she could about him.

Gwen felt herself falling for him even more and smiled, letting it happen. It's been years since she's felt this way and she wanted to savor these moments. Especially since she didn't know how much time they would have together. She got lost in her thoughts for a second, thinking about their possible future. Bringing herself back to reality, she set her drink back down on the bar and locked eyes with Leóne, excited to hear his numbers.

Jet

 

[RedLeftHand36]

Sir Erik the Tall

Strong? Certainly more than the ale. The unfortunately and dubiously named drink called the Southern Swill was mess of a drink, but it was certainly head and shoulders above simple ale in more ways than one. To bad it wasn't strong enough to drown out the sheer and nearly overwhelming stupidity that came after his warning. The young lad from the desert offered the thought Erik had meant that the suspicious figure some amount of bar-patrons away from them was interested in purchasing instead of taking. Erik couldn't help but question the lad's age, but even then, even most teenagers out and about in a place like this wouldn't be so idiotic. It seemed likely this one was sheltered for a good, long while. Even the most remote areas of the desert wasn't exempt from the simple laws of human nature. No less, it didn't take long for Erik's mind to note something else.

Even amongst the pestiferous crowds, Erik could always smell the sneaky little mice that scurried about with a taste for the gold of others'. He didn't disapprove though. That would be far too hypocritical for him. After all, the coin he had on him today hadn't exactly been obtained by legal means, either, though he supposed his methods were a bit more... violent. How many weaselly bastards had he gutted and looted? His memory was far too unreliable with some numbers to maintain a proper headcount. Erik would be the first to admit he tended to be at a disadvantage when math was around, simply relying on common sense and experience to determine wages in his line of work. But he was far from a fool when it came to the various odds and ends of criminals and their ways. Of course, some seemed better than others.

"Hey barkeep, I found these on the floor... I think the yelling guy lost them."

When in the business of thieving, it was generally a better idea to keep even what you didn't want, if you already had it. A moment passed, and Erik ordered three more of the Swill. It seemed today's escapades had cost him nearly half the gold he had on him at the moment. Good thing it wasn't honestly earned by any means. Erik took a moment for himself to breathe and think, before grabbing two of the tankards of swill in one hand, before turning once again to the little bird fellow.

"Keep an eye on yer drinks, little bird. And maybe on yer new pet rock, too."

Erik's helm briefly turned towards the desert boy for a moment as he mentioned the last several words, before the towering knight grabbed the last tankard with his free hand as he meandered off. The soft-sounding but heavy and deliberate steps of Erik's boots vibrated the wood floor just as much, if not more, than the deafening roar of the crowd as he trudged towards the little mice. Eventually the thud of the two tankards came slamming down on the counter with force more intense than it looked. The armor-clad knight loomed above two people: One, a man with dark hair and tanned skin, a most obvious dashingly-rogue type, and the other a blonde lass, who didn't exactly seem to be too different from the other. Erik simply looked upon them silently as he gestured towards the two extra tankards of swill he brought. For a moment, he was silent still, but he eventually broke this silence.

"A good time isn't a good time without drinks... even less so without enough coin. Shame these kind of places tend to attract... rather unsavory types of people... financially speaking of course."

Erik's voice was just as deliberately slow paced and thudding as his prior footsteps. Even with his face ultimately obscured by his helm and bevor, there was a certain smugness as he overlooked the two characters. There was a certain venom in his thunderously deep voice, and he was very aware of it. His hand remained, however, gesturing in offering to the drinks, unwavering, like the arm of a statue.

 

[Jet]

Ayana Eyowen


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Ayana planned answers, but when Freya grabbed her she only managed an annoyed "I am a huntress not your growing giant-blood progeny, unhand m....." but another upward bump knocked words from course. Ayana sought anger when grabbed by one stranger who was grabbed by another, but combined they were around four meters tall! From an eagle perch the disgusting room looked amazing, how could she be upset? And huge rafters were close too! Ayana was tempted and grabbed onto one, whipping herself around to crouch above the northern sandwich.

"The tallest one is the one who climbs highest, making me the tallest now small ones! And about your question, the weather has changed! A subtle one of about -- she ended randomly, moving her azure tongue over an outstretched thumb before measuring air. For several seconds she gauged temperature, soon explaining "Two degrees, your giant relatives would be suffering heat stroke!"

Ayana made sure to smile when her hilarious jokes were done. Forest Elves were not expressive but she was comfortable around decent humans, however Obsidian vexed more than anything. Ayana looked her way wondering what in green grounds are golems? Maybe stone elves chose the strange name? Made sense more than most options, and so Ayana smiled again towards her new acquaintance and shouted out "OKAY YOUR NAME IS GOLEM! Stone warrior no more, but you should choose something more suiting? Golly perhaps?" she joked from her perch, scanning the room. There were many races here, many dangerous people, and even more drunks. The fact that violence was missing when murderous ones gathered gave Ayana hope about Centosians. Perhaps they weren't completely hopeless.

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[Anne Boolean]

Obsidian​

It seemed that the dwarven couple found the little forest elf endearing more so than annoying, quite the opposite from Obsidian. She watched as they teased her back, and played along with her, Freya taking a hold of her and lifting her up, and then Bjorn lifting Freya up as well. The blonde woman gazed at the pinnacle of the three person tower, now almost high enough to reach the ceiling.

Ayana now claimed to be the tallest one out of the four, a comparison that Obsidian didn't bother questioning at this point. She even went on to test her hypothesis of there being a temperature difference at that height versus at the height she normally stood, concluding that it was two degrees hotter up there. Somehow Obsidian felt it wasn't exactly a sound and scientific conclusion.

When the forest elf once again referred to her, she did indeed acknowledge that she was a golem, although in a way that was rather obnoxious. Still, it was some sort of respect that Obsidian didn't often find among many of the people she met, so her disdain towards the tiny woman lessened. She questioned her name, or rather the name she had given her, and instead suggested the nickname "Golly."

"I do indeed have a different name," Obsidian pointed out, "one that I feel is more suiting. My name is Obsidian. Named for my dark skin after the dark gems found near where I first awakened." After a pause, she felt it was only right to extend the same courtesy to her. "And what about you? What is your name?"

Jet EldridSmith Taigakitt

 

[Jet]

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Holding her gaze, Leóne went through pockets, removing two stolen pouches and one gorged from gambler money. "No rocks this time I swear" he went humorously, concealing worry about poor chance when searching though dumped coins. Math was always an easy subject and he was done soon enough, breathing a defeated sigh once total counts were completed.

"Forty nine gold, sixty seven silver, one hundred twenty two bronze pieces! Maybe if I paint the bronze coins I can pass them off for gold eh?" he went, even when losing. Leóne was happy having two-thirds her earnings, even when the game was winner or loser — because she was professional. Leóne hunted treasures by trade, keeping close behind Gwen was good enough and with grace he conceded "Rules are rules so... I suppose you'll come up with something embarrassing for me to do now? I expect nothing less! These games are never entertaining without stakes.... so, what are you thinking?"

Leóne was curious about her request, she could go several routes from romantic to absolute evil. He prayed she would choose something moderate, because streaking through streets would not be a good experience — For Leóne anyway, others would get a good laugh. However any positive concepts cut short when a massive man approached them, touting two huge mugs of southern swill and an angered tone.

The newcomer was obviously dangerous, physically massive, combat ready and completely sketch. His face was covered by an armored visor which pushed Leóne towards immediate distrust, and who knew what was inside the drinks he offered. Gwen had already ordered another drink which was good, because Leóne only needed to deny for himself when answering "Well met my giant upset friend, I would drink your booze but Centos is a dangerous place. You might be a fantastic man who wants to see everyone enjoying themselves, or maybe your swill would burn a hole right through my stomach, and leave me dead on the floor... So excuse me as I order — another mead please!" he went, passing barkeep several bronze coins as he placed an order over the loud tavern atmosphere.

Looking over to Gwen, Leóne conveyed a steeled resolve. What would come next was anyone's guess but the rogue was prepared for anything, including a fight with someone huge and well armored. The masked man could endanger Gwen too and that was not gonna happen when Leóne was around. Even when she moved well when fighting, he would cover her back anyway, making sure she stayed safe because he genuinely cared. And how she looked when they met eyes captured him over and over without fail. There was no chance he would watch someone harm her.


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[Pik]

Lorrin Yumi

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"There titles were vicious scorpion and the mad wolf if I recall correctly." He says reminding Yo. "Our table should be private enough and we can continue to watch the fights from there as well as have some privacy." He says getting politely towards the table that he and Yo originally sat at. "That is if you all wish to join us." He gives off a polite smile to the others and then looks towards Liam. "Do you need help with those can you send them all back?"​

 

[Sarahspn]

Gwendolyn watched as Leóne counted his earnings and smiled when he revealed his numbers. "Not too bad, darling. Happy to know I have a fellow thief with me." She said, smiling. Now that she won their game she had to come up with something to ask of him.

"Hmm, I'll have to think for a second." She took a sip of her drink and thought for a moment. She could easily ask him to do something embarrassing but this was still their first night meeting. She didn't want to come off too rude or too nice. She took a quick sip of her drink and came to a conclusion. "How about you owe me one? Could be useful in the future." She said giving him a small smile. She noticed a tall, armored man walking up to them with drinks in their hand. She recognized him from the crowd in the tavern and set her drink down.

She put a hand on her hip and found one of her many hidden knives. Keeping her relaxed composure, she listened as he mentioned the tavern being full of financially unsavory people and she smiled. "Well at least we had a bit of fun with our game." She said, shrugging.

She used her other hand to pick up the drink she had ordered beforehand. "I don't mean to be rude but, this is my last drink of the night. Thank you for the offer." She said, rejecting the drink in his hand. She took a sip of her drink and looked over at Leóne, noticing he was on guard as well. She watched as he denied a drink and met his eyes. She gave him a nod, trying to convey that she would be okay if a brawl were to happen. "Oh, I havent introduced myself. I'm Gwendolyn. May I ask your name?" She asked, attempting to be polite.

Jet RedLeftHand36

 

[Jet]

Richard Wagner aka Clive Beane (Fake name)


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Scorpion was was being hammered down by his enemy, who seemed inches from winning the sparring match. Those watching screamed cheers or curses depending on where money was placed, and watching along was the mission leader. Listed under a pseudo-name, Richard Wagner was anonymous but pressure drove sweat from pores anyway. Success seemed dubious when mission advertisements had been laughed about, drawn over by taggers, and randomly destroyed. Missions about the Wishing Well were almost always dumpster fires, however there was something different about Wagner's plan, something others lacked. Real evidence.

Richard possessed a map sourced from ancient carvings found deep below the earth. His evidence was oldest and most legitimate in recent memory, coming from before humans called Centos home. But strong evidence was nothing against strong narratives, most people would laugh away his speech no matter how convincing. However he payed well, and whatever drew support was good enough. The professor found motivations irrelevant. He needed strong and experienced people, not fanatics.

But then someone random came by and dampened hope. The leader was surprised anyone would spark conversation -- he was also annoyed hearing drab words about poor chances. Looking at Salazar, Richard muttered out a poorly prepared "Yes well you uh.... you're not wrong, these brutes are poorly qualified to judge the evidence I'll be providing, but I'm relying on them none-the-less. Ironic I suppose, how my most important work comes down to the opinions of men who smash themselves over the head with hammers for fun!" he explained without any humor. He was dead serious insulting the entire room below his breath.

Meanwhile bulldog was ending his battle. Laying blows he clubbed Scorpion with a wooden sword, slamming the southern man with endless shots. People were shouting encouragement for both fighters, but soon the smaller man was tossed from the ring! The fight was over.

Bulldog stood with arms raised as many around the room cheered good fortune, and winnings were distributed by bookies. Sore losers complained about thrown matches, but they were ignored as money changed hands. Richard watched as nerves sparked over his coming speech, and as he mounted the stage, lodge employees placed sound stones around the room to broadcast words to anyone interested. Meanwhile a shrouded observer watched from across the room, curious red eyes peaking from below a dark hood, gloved hands scratching words when the speech started.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, my name is Clive Beane. Many of you have seen my advertisements about the Wishing Well, and some have even destroyed them!" Richard opened as people around the tavern erupted in laughter. "We all know about the Wishing Well, but I have evidence! A map from before the age of men, showing where she rests! Never before has anyone brought such proof! What I provide is the true confirmation and good people are needed for this journey. Your pay is guaranteed, and assuming we succeed, wealth beyond your deepest imagination can be achieved. My evidence is beyond conspiracy and hair brained schemes, and again I remind you that pay is guaranteed! The mission will be long and fraught with danger, but having the right swords by my side.....

For another minute Wagner sold his plans, and once completed most lodge members laughed as hyenas. They viewed his goal as wasteful nonsense, but some believed. Some approached the stage once the professor came down, vowing service. One by one they scrawled names across parchment, and the shrouded observer watched each signature from above through a seeing stone, memorizing each name.

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Your characters have signed up and are staying the night at the lodge. Basement rooms have been purchased by Richard and your characters can turn in for the night. Everyone signed up is brought together by Richard, and the group devises an opening route from Whaleshell Port. After choosing a route, some people decide to hang out in common areas with new comrades, others decide that sparring sessions sound fun, and some continue drinking in the main room. You may run interactions in the traveling talks channel, until my scene transition post in 24-48 hours depending on how much everyone enjoys traveling talks.

Rooms come with one queen sized bed, a large wooden trunk for personal affects, and a small bathroom that has a shower and toilet, both powered by a storm stone that summons water currents. Tomorrow the group is scheduled to gather supplies around 9 am, before leaving around 12 pm from whatever gate opens the chosen route.

 

[EldridSmith]

Liam turned to the small elf child who looked at him and his blankets and smiled at them as they apologized. Of the few people who tripped over his tail almost all of them yelled at him for being there despite it now being his fault, but they apologized making him feel somewhat relieved as they at least saw him as a person instead of a monster like many others did. However his mood was frozen as she mentioned a family loss causing Liam to get nervous, he didn't know how to respond to that sort of thing anymore! Death was common among exiles and they mostly kept to themselves, the exceptions where often families that were exiled together for some odd reason. Liam sighed in relief as the pair agreed to heading to a more private spot, he really disliked being in such large crowds. His attention was soon grabbed by Yo who took one of his blankets causing his nerves to tense once again. Was she going to call him a child or judge him for summoning blankets or needing them to calm down?! He hoped not but he couldn't help but fear for the worst. "Y-Yeah... usually for outcasts or private conversations... or people who don't like crowds." He nervously explained. However his nerves weren't helped by the others wanting to get close to the fight... please no... please not into the crowds. He silently chanted to himself in his head. He noticed Yo pouting and longingly staring at the crowd and gave her an apologetic smile. He didn't really care about the fight that much. He was slightly disappointed at the consensus of going to the table but it was at least more private than where they were. He was asked about sending back the blankets and he reluctantly dismissed them. They were comforting but he couldn't rely on them this much in the future. Liam turned towards the man who took the stage, recognizing him from the advertisement he saw in the south spurring him to seek people like himself. Unlike the majority of those in the tavern he didn't laugh as he stayed silent. If he didn't make friends on the way like he hoped he would, he would just wish for some friends... at least there had to be some way to remedy the cards life had dealt him... He waited patiently for the others to sign up before signing up right about as he was about to leave to avoid the crowds. He turned to the few he had me. "I-It was nice meeting you. I-I'll be heading to sleep now."
Jet BriiAngelic Pik Taigakitt

 

[The Regal Rper]

Vaaltari of Jata​

One final sip of the second drink he had nursed that Eve and the masked, light armored male turned his attention away from his mates, the trio of whom he had returned to after finding nothing of true interest to enquire. He'd been engaging in chit chat, listening to the stories of the three northerns from the regions of Centos called Craig's Range and learning of the harsher environments further up north. In many ways it reminded him of the ritual training in Ensyo Valley's snowy terrains with more than carnivorous animals that had a thirst for blood as much as the nipping cold had a penchant for frostbite. At the same time, his interest was only further piqued in the information the three siblings had to share about their early lives back in the north.

It was only now and then Vaaltari gave his eye in the other direction, every time he heard new footsteps or saw a new entry. The short one, one of many he had seen in his array of odd jobs in Centos if he had recalled was a female of the Forest Elf specie. A kind he had seen very few of between his bouts between Ocora City all the way down to escort missions through the Bedouin Pass.

Gilrik seeing his eye wander towards the group said elf interacted with made the older blonde grin and swat the gangly masked companion over the shoulder. "Anyone there catch your eye boy-o?"

Vaaltari smiled, albeit it could not be seen he made his amusement heard through the light chuckle he let out. "Not at all. Simply looking around."

"Mmmmmhmm" the older man stated with a knowing grin. "Sure, sure. If ye say so lad."

Vaaltari only chuckled, and the conversation returned to their previous discussion about the harsh life of Craig's Range. Of course the Range wasn't all they talked about. For every bit they shared Vaaltari told them a little of his own homeland, the differences he saw between it topographically- and how the very land itself was a lot more...unique in both flora and fauna.

"And what did you say you called those things again? The ones that shoot those poisoned needles at you and draw you in to pierce ya?"

"In my language they are called Jacato Mubaila, but in Encarta or Common, as you call it, it translates to 'Thorn Trap Flower'."

"And they feed on blood?" Myrtle asked in awe and yet undertones of displeasure and disturbance.

"Yes," Vaaltari stated without pause or much concern for the worry he heard in her voice. "A collection of various species of flora in the regions of Tembelka do. Some we have taken to use as our own defenses in protecting some of our own assets."

"Fascinating." The two brothers said.

"Disgusting," Myrtle muttered with a final pull from her drink.

Vaaltari chuckled. It was a reaction he understood, judging from the siblings themselves who had left their home and stayed away from it since leaving he understood the sense of disturbance that came with the knowledge that not only most animals would or could try to eat you- but so could harmless or fascinating looking plants.

"Must say, if we ever get a good enough ship, you should take us to your homeland Vaal," Gilrik stated.

Vaaltari turned his attention to look at him. Silent. Then after a moment, nodded.

"One day," was the reply.

And before either sibling could say more to follow up that resolute reply- their attention turned to the sudden voice at the stage. Unlike them, Vaaltari gave his attention to the man atop it. And when it was over, the siblings rose.

"Welp" Myrtle stretched with a sigh, "night's still young. Care to head around town boys?"

"Actually," Vaaltari stated as he looked the sign up line's way. "...I think I might sign up for that quest?"

Gilrik chuckled, patting Vaaltari's shoulder. "Good one."

The lack of response that followed and the sense of being stared at behind the mask made Gilrik remove his hand from the taller one's shoulder. "O-Oh, yer serious?" He sounded genuinely surprised.

"Itsa waste of time Vaal, I wouldn't bother yerself with such hogwash. Believe you me, if such a thing existed we wouldn't be here talkin to ya right now, now would we?"

"I'm quite aware of the implications these rumors have in this region, thank you Myrtle." Vaal stated gently.

Myrtle shrugged, "Just lettin ya know boyo. No point in waistin yer time on rumors, and we like ya. Don't we boys?" The nods made her beam at him, "So think carefully before yer off signing up that trick o'er yonder, ya hear?"

Pats on the shoulder from all three siblings, and they were out the door not long after. Vaaltari watched the door for a moment- turned his attention to the line of followers, saw a series of somewhat familiar faces from before. And after sitting down- he gave his next choice of action some thought.

There really was no point in not signing up. He'd returned from a mission only recently, just five days ago in fact from the Lunar Islands. Hunting down a thief that had stolen the goods of a particularly well off family. The magically charged jewelry of the matriarch's, wife and son having been stolen a week prior to the son's birthday. It had taken two weeks to scour the area for details, and less then six days to get a list of culprits before he'd narrowed that down to discovering the thief was a hired hand by the family butler. The earnings had been well paid but now, well- the past three days had been somewhat dull. Sure, the tales of the Wishing Well had once been of interest but even if this evidence was presented to public eye there was no reason to believe it was fact.

Any wish he even wanted, he doubted the Well had the power to truly grant. Unless the Well itself had the blessings of spirits. Either way, it would be something to do.

Decision made, Vaaltari rose and within a few moments his penmanship joined the line. A flourish of swirling letters, a sign of his education, and without much else needed he departed for his quarters. Having already reserved an inn ahead of time.

mentions: Jet @ everyone else

 

[Taigakitt]

Yo Saiwa​

As she looked back at the fight, Yo threw the blanket over her head, curious to see if there was any magical calming attribute to the blankets. That didn't seem to be the case. Lorrin had reminded her of the fighters' names, but "Wolf" sounded so much cooler than the dog name she thought she heard. Either way, she was intrigued. As she was about to step towards the table, the blanket she was wearing vanished.

As soon as the riveting fight had ended, she cheered for the winning Dog-Wolf guy. She heard someone chant "Bulldog," which made her realize that must have been his name. Once some strange man stepped up to the podium, she stayed standing, wondering if this was to announce a new fight.

As the announcement continued, she was absent-mindedly messing with one of her horns. Her eyes were glittering in response. The Well of Wishes was a thing! That was what she concluded, after hearing the Bean man talk. Buzzing with excitement, as soon as she seen people line up, she went and joined.

Her signature was eloquent, something she had practiced many times until it was of noble appearance. Being able to write, and write beautifully, was something her parents had made sure she knew how to do. As soon as she finished writing up, she had turned about-face, ready to go back to the table.

A familiar shape caught her eye then, and she broke out in a cold sweat. She knew about them from their trading agreement in the West. Had he noticed her? Was he here for her? She knew Matugna were of the east, and hadn't expected to see one in Centos. Visibly shaken, she quickly hid amongst a crowd, seeing Liam. She nodded, trying to hide her nerves, "Good night, Liam." Her gaze went back to the lightly-armored Matugna, but could no longer spot them, having missed the fact that they may have left.

Mentions: EldridSmith Pik The Regal Rper Jet ​

 

[Taigakitt]

Freya Hamrammr

Of course, Bjorn always had stories about their descendants. She left those to him most of the time. He had even loved them back at their village.

With elf on shoulder, she ignored the protests that passed from her lips. Freya laughed heartily when the little one's words were interrupted by her husband also lifting her up. Silly antics, is what they were. She didn't know of temperature differences like the elvish woman was speaking of, so regardless, she would have thought to let her experience it herself. She trusted Bjorn to not drop her. Obsidian didn't seem too approving of the new arrival, but not everyone could take getting pestered and the elvish woman may have hit a nerve for Obsidian. She did remember her protests about being called a stone elf by the others.

Once the elf was on a wooden rafter, she felt Bjorn tickle her sides. She squeaked out in surprise, lightly smacking Bjorn's forehead with half her hand, "Bear, I swear, if you make me fall!" She laughed at the shelved elf, "The north isn't as warm as it is down here, maybe they needed the warmer air that height brings."

Her sapphire gaze caught sight of a rather tall man approaching Gwen and Leóne who seemed to have returned from their little game. Keeping a small eye on them, she also could hear the crowd around the sanctioned fight become more rambunctious. Things must have started to come to their climax.

"I'm Freya. He's Bjorn. If you need help down, shout for me. I'll catch you," she smiled gently. Considering she felt the forest elf was capable, she climbed off Bjorn's shoulders. Forest elves are good at climbing, so she felt she may be able to get down on her own. If not, she'd be more than happy to oblige in catching her.

Once Scorpion and Bulldog were through fighting, someone new had approached the stage. She recognized him, realizing this must be about the announcement. She listened carefully, listening to his evidence. Well, he had stuff to back it up, and pay was guaranteed. What she cared more about was that this was an adventure and they'd be able to find things for their grandchildren. Regardless, of course they signed up.

Her signature was careless, but still legible.

Mentions: EldridSmith Anne Boolean Jet Sarahspn RedLeftHand36 ​

 

[Pik]

Lorrin Yumi

Tags: Taigakitt Jet

Well that was predictable the bulldog took the win witch means a few more gold pieces for his wallet. After the cash changed hands and a man appeared on stage and announced a quest for once again the wishing well. Normally Lorrin would ignore jobs that involve the well but this one was different the man, Richard had apparently found evidence of its location-based on ancient an ancient map. It's likely not really a map to the well but it could lead to something more real an ancient, Something that his name would be on when its discovered. And with this reason in mind, he signed his name for the quest and was going to head to the basement when he notices an odd look about Yo. Placing a hand on her shoulder he says "Yo are you feeling alright it might be a good time too rest if so."​

 

[Anne Boolean]

Kiel Shan and Obsidian​

As the fight ended, the roars of the audience seemed to reach a climax before fizzling out. Kiel turned his attention to the ring, and watched as folks around it exchanged coin based on who they had placed bets on. If there was nothing else planned, perhaps he could perform, and make enough gold of his own to rent a room for the night. Before the stage was free though, another man stepped foot onto it, and made a speech about recruiting folks to find the Well of Wishes; it seemed he had evidence of its existence as well! While many of the patrons of the Lodge howled with laughter and heckled the man, Kiel just found himself smiling as he continued to hear his words. Regardless of evidence, the desert dweller found himself drawn in by the man's hope and optimism. Evidence was of course nice, but he had lived to see quite a few cases where the result went against the overwhelming amount of evidence found, and thought maybe this would be one of those as well.

After the speech, when the man was read to take volunteers to enlist, Kiel practically skipped over. He didn't have any personal reason for finding the Well, but was happy to be able to help someone else achieve their dream. When presented with the parchment for his signature, he put down ornate characters, which stood out among the letters of the names above his.

"Sorry, I don't have a name in Common," he explained. "My name is read as Kiel Shan though. Like 'eel' with a 'kuh' in front of it, and 'man' with a 'shh' in front instead of 'mm.'" He offered the man a smile before then skipping off towards the stage and talking to the person managing it. After a few words with him, he was able to step up on stage and was ready to begin.

Not too far behind him in line waited the golem, making her way towards the man in order to sign up with her newly-met comrades. Unlike Kiel, she was able to properly spell out her name in Common, although unlike the others who signed up, she only put down a single name. She didn't have much to say to the man, but did express some gratitude for the lodging for the night, and some eagerness to be able to work with him and the rest of the group.

As for what she planned to do for the rest of the night, she wasn't quite sure. The dwarven couple she had met seemed quite enamored by the little forest elf who joined them, and she didn't want to hang around to bring down their mood. The humans who were with them seemed to have gone off on their own, and now were chatting with another man who also stood at a towering height. They seemed to be drinking, which brought back Leone's stipulation of getting drunk in order to join them. She wasn't exactly looking to do that, but she considered if perhaps she should join them; the two smaller individuals seemed to be coupling up when she last interacted, and she didn't want the tall one to feel awkward. The idea went along with her purpose of serving, or at least that's how she rationalized it, but another way she could fulfill her purpose would be to turn in early for the night and be well-rested for the day ahead.

After a few moments of thought, Obsidian decided to go with the latter. She made her way downstairs and to the room that she had been so graciously given, before showering and cleaning herself up and climbing into bed.

Jet

 

[Arcanist]

Pozou Artith
Mentions: Anne Boolean (Kiel), RedLeftHand36 (Erik)| Interactions: OrWangatan (Pelea), and otherwise OPEN​

"Keep an eye on yer drinks, little bird. And maybe on yer new pet rock, too."

Pozou raised his head in a sharp motion at the low gravel of Erik's voice. He had meandered too far into the maze of memories, and found himself wondering why the man would warn him of such a thing. Well, he supposed the spiking of drinks was an all too common appearance, and he should have known having been surrounded by brigands that light fingers often delved into swollen pockets all too often. His hands suddenly patted his trousers and then reached around to the rucksack he had packed and brought along with him. Everything seemed to be in its rightful place, or so he hoped. As for the 'pet rock' comment, he would have enquired as to who that was, only, noticed from the stare of the boulderous and towering man that he meant Kiel. Pozou frowned. He may have been...sheltered, somewhat, but he didn't believe it justified his comment.

He had little time to think on that, for an announcement regarding the Well of Wishes rung throughout the tavern. On instinct, Pozou looked to his sister and tapped her, motioning with an incline of the head towards the stage to listen closely. He listened to each piece of detail carefully, though, often found himself shrinking at the harsh laughter that were loud enough to perforate the walls of the very Lodge they were in. Pozou understood the patrons' misgivings and doubts over a magical well that granted wishes - even he had his own doubts. Though, was there any harm in proving it was true? And especially at the behest of their Captain. Perhaps, if it granted wishes, and it granted one per person, then perhaps Pozou would see his own come to fruition...a fraction of hope for the Quetzola.

Pozou, whilst beckoning Pelea to follow, eventually approached the stage to register their interest and sign their names. Slanted letters were scrawled against the parchment, his name now recorded in what may have been an event of great importance - whether it would be remembered as a success, or a complete disaster, in history.

As for what to do afterwards...well. He couldn't help but throw his gaze over those who had gathered, who had signed their names on the parchment. All citizens of the world, of different races, cultures, with so many stories to tell. Pozou figured now would have been the best time to get to know them, at least on a name basis, and to earn a little bit of trust, if any of them decided to remain and not head straight to bed, that was. Though, he wasn't sure if he wanted to stay and watch another sparring match. Watching another man being thrown from the stage in brutal fashion made his feathers stand on edge.

 

[EldridSmith]

Bjorn heartily laughed at Freya's response and he continued to assault her sides before the elf on the shelf replied. "Ya still don't even come past me stomach, I don't care if you're all the way up in the stars, you're still but a wee lass." He says before chuckling at her comment on the temperature difference. "If 2 degrees made that big a difference to a northerner then we wouldn't be northerners. Now don't you catch heatstroke exhaustion by monkeying around up there." He said before Freya told the elf their names. "Haha we have an elf on the shelf. Say that makes me think of a toy we can request for the grandkids!" He says with a hearty grin. However the man who was hiring them soon arrived and gave his long spiel... which Bjorn ignored to tease Freya. He quickly signed up as one of the first few with Freya before he unceremoniously picked her up and carrying her over his shoulder down to their bedroom for some fun.
Jet Taigakitt

 

[Lost Echo]

In the darkness of the alley, eyes gleamed from under a dark hood. Only two of the five caught enough light to be seen, but one could follow the left one as it crept down the curve of a face, disappearing into the shadows. Kuma had found Outsiders to react oddly with all five. And, with a glance down to the crumpled paper in her hand, the woman resigned herself that she would be dealing with them again tonight.

She had been wandering these strange lands for six months. Each day she had to decide what to do, where to go. If she didn’t have a task, she would have gone mad. A light bite, the incisors not breaking the skin, made her shift, her hand raising to stroke the black rat on her shoulder. ~Yes, more like without you.~ She closed her eyelid as her eye passed along the curve of her neck, resting at her nape joining the other two. Slowly--always slowly in this heat--strands of seeming hair, grew, concealing the eyes.

Nezumi climbed down the wrapped layers of her shirt, a smug feeling shown in her smooth jump down to the rougher fabric of her pants. Another concession to Outsiders, she had molded her feet into a pair of leather shoes, strange things preventing a true connection to the ground.

The rat’s sharp claws quickly found purchase, climbing the rough side of the lounge, searching with ease for an entrance her size. Kuma left her, heading around to the brightly lit doors. They yielded with ease, giving her a view beyond the rafters Nezumi sat.

"conspiracy and hair brained schemes, and again I remind you that pay is guaranteed! The mission will be long and fraught with danger, but having the right swords by my side....." The man’s words were equally difficult to hear through her own oki over the laughter bulging from the tavern. Wonderful. Still, she found a spot in the back, shifting her bags to lean against the wall. Her gloved hands held her staff lightly as she listened to his spiel. What she could hear over the commentary.

Neither of the two could see the man much, but his voice seemed on the older side of the Outsiders. She wondered what his goal was. Certainly he had his own wish, and as pay would be guaranteed--she had her doubts, but coin was not her goal in this--he was willing to waste what was likely his life savings on it. Though perhaps there wouldn’t be many to join, considering the crowd’s response.

A paper was shown, for volunteers, and Kuma waited. Nezumi’s unease shifted down her spine at the sight of the snake. Reassurance was difficult to convince her, but a promise that they would watch him, check his fangs, helped. His leaving moreso.

Though Kuma did not notice that. Instead, the shrouded figure made her freeze. She had to be mistaken. A Matu would not be here. He left before she could confirm; his coverings perhaps more than hers. Curiosity ran through her, causing her to move forward.

Reaching the parchment, she skimmed the names, counting up over those who had come between. Vaaltari. Kuma signed her name with his echoing in her head, as she accepted the room with a silent nod, not once removing her hood.

She let the flow of people push her past the line, her eyes lingering on the older man. She didn't need to interact with him more. If she cared for payment, she would have insisted on a contract, but the well was her goal. If they failed and he didn't pay, or he died with the same result, it was no loss for Kuma. She broke away from the crowd, heading to the basement.

~Sleep before gifts~ She sent a burst of warmth through their bond, amusement coloring it. Over half of the ingredients in her satchel had been found by Nezumi, who enjoyed finding new scents. The rat, who had pupils, rolled her eyes, before leaving the rafters. She would keep an eye for interesting things, but mostly find food.

 

[Jet]

Whaleshell Port | 11:20 am | April 12th - Year 587 of the Third Age | 72 degrees and sunny

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Two hours ago, our new comrades mowed down morning meals and the atmosphere was extremely energetic around the champion lodge. Optimism buzzed as mission members grew confident, hearing more evidence from the mission leaders. There were many factors explained over the endless meal, by both Richard and his elegant daughter Vanessa.

Vanessa Wagner
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Words flowed as food mountains vanished, connections were growing and when supply groups formed many accepted because socializing sounded fun! More reserved members accepted to escape boredom, and certain stragglers were ordered along because expertise was needed — or some extra hands. Four people remained with Richard when others went for supplies... maybe they were too hungover? Whatever the reason, tavern dwellers now depart at 11:20 to eastern gates, where the mission group assembles at noon. Meanwhile, others have completed supply runs and horses were purchased.

Unfortunately for horse group, stable workers escort cavalry around outer walls and to the eastern gate — have fun walking my equestrians! At least you're not pushing huge wooden carts along uneven roads... looking at you supply groups, break your spines yet?

Locations

In terms of where everyone is, here is a quick guide!
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Horse group (Marked with red X) | Lost Echo Anne Boolean - Vanessa Wagner (NPC)

Food group (Marked with blue X)| Taigakitt Sarahspn EldridSmith

Weapon group (Marked with green X) | EldridSmith Taigakitt RedLeftHand36 OrWangatan

Medical group (Marked with orange X) | BriiAngelic Arcanist The Regal Rper Aelia Aeldyne

Lodge group (Marked with black X) | BriiAngelic Aelia Aeldyne Anne Boolean Pik - Richard Wagner (NPC)

Eastern gate (Marked with gold circle) | Meeting spot

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As mission groups moved eastward, peak hours opened and thousands moved through worn cobblestone boulevards. Narrow lanes saturated with merchants, guards, customers, delivery men and corner-store preachers. Dozens of homeless people beseeched passerbys, acrobatic street performers entertained locals, music played from wandering bards, and screaming urchins cut through crowds. Whaleshell around noon embodied classic southern chaos, but something unusual hung over our groups.

Watching eyes.

Concealed below charcoal hoods, they peered over rooftops and through windows. They observed from crowded groups, park benches and dark alleyways. They watched from everywhere, and with synchronized movements they stepped from shadows! Rushing around mission groups they stood for a charged moment, withdrawing melee weapons and Channeling Orbs of Energy.

"No mission too deadly, no sacrifice too great, Quaestiones Aeternum" — A motto scrawled across Inquisition gates, one also announced by shrouded enemy captains when mission groups were surrounded. Seconds passed once the showdown began, the atmosphere became stagnant and random people surged away, making streets barren as enemy captains announced names from parchment papers.

"Helena Lis, Pozou Artith, Salazzle Starky, Vaaltari of Jata" went the master mage who commanded the men surrounding medical group.

"Kuma of Ber’Matu, Ayana Eyowen, Kiel Shan, Vanessa Wagner" barked the one before horse group.

"Erik Berard, Bjorn Hamrammr, Freya Hamrammr, Pelea Artith" yelled the commander who opposed weapon group.

"Liam Al'Amir, Leone Locke, Gwendolyn Holloway, Yo Saiwa" barked food group's enemy captain.

"Roland Marek, Lyleve Ferchgwynniael, The stone elf known as Obsidian, Lorrin Yumi, Richard Wagner" announced the captain who intercepted lodge group.

The masters paused, and despite great distance between speakers, the following words came at once from every captain "You have been excommunicated and sentenced to death for seeking what cannot be controlled, and what cannot be found. As since the dawn of men — guardians of reality and guardians of peace. Quaestiones Aeternum"

Inquisition troops removed robes, and several displayed thick crimson armor used by Guardsmen Elite. Then there were mage apprentices wearing hard leather reinforced by gunmetal studs, they were capable mages on average. Next stood random mercenaries, made obvious from misplaced clothing, and weakest yet were standard Inquisition guardsmen who wore poor chain-mail. Overseeing everyone was one master mage wearing loose red robes. Holding an orb the commanders exuded raw arcane potential, and anyone sane would fear their legendary power.

OOC
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Several options exist here. Groups can fight or run, run and hide, fight by running away, blend into crowds etc. I am not suggesting or preventing any actions. You may use the environment to your full advantage as well. You don't need to follow any preset formula. Best of luck!

For more information about the inquisition, check out the organizations channel in the discord server! Here's one important excerpt for those who don't feel like checking out the whole channel.

"Because the order protects everyone equally, the Inquisitors are allowed free movement through the continent by every city state. Many capital cities have Inquisition outposts where ten apprentices work under a resident Master Mage, who also commands a garrison of up to fifty trained soldiers. Inquisition orders are not the government, they are militant churches that have a large presence. We are not globally wanted by everyone in the world, just this subset of powerful fanatics that governments give a free pass to."

 

[Anne Boolean]

Kiel Shan​

It had turned out to be quite a surprising night for Kiel. Despite being allowed up on stage, he wasn't allowed to dance. Instead, they wanted him to fight! At first, when his opponent stepped on, he thought he would simply have a dance partner. Then, when the other started swinging their weapon at him, he thought their dance would be a fake fight. Only when one of the gamblers spelled it out for him, and told him to actually fight back, did he understand that he was indeed in an actual battle.

Not being one for violence, Kiel tried to step down, but the person who was overseeing the matches didn't allow him to. Bets had already been placed, and the only way out of the ring was as a victor or through defeat. So, having no choice, Kiel apologized beforehand to his opponent for any pain he may cause him, and moved forward to fight. He nimbly stepped around the other's strike, and swung, spun, and twirled his staff, lighting the ends up with fire, ice, and electricity. He sent forth blasts for elemental magic as well, until his foe finally fell.

His victory seemed to leave a lot of the gamblers very disappointed. It seemed that based on his appearance, most of the people didn't expect him to be so tough. They claimed it was beginner's luck, and forced him into another fight. The outcome for the second one was the same as well, leading to more disappointment in the crowd. While many of the heated betters pushed him into another match, hoping to see him finally fall, some of them actually bet on him suddenly having become fans.

As he was pushed into a third match, Kiel decided it would be a good idea to bet on himself as well. He had never been a gambling man, but he needed money in order to pay back Clive for the generous payment for a room for him. And so his victory streak continued for a few more matches, until he was sure he had enough to cover a room in the basement for himself. When he finally stepped down, many of the patrons who were betting against him at first now congratulated him. A few were still disappointed that he had managed to pull off so many wins, but many were also disappointed that he was finally retiring from the ring.

After the unexpected events, the twenty-two-year-old retired to his room. He washed up with a warm shower before sleeping comfortably in the bed provided. The next morning when he awoke, he joined the rest of his fellow explorers for some breakfast. While the others happily devoured the large meal provided by Clive, Kiel instead bought himself his own small breakfast after paying the man back the gold he owed for the room. His appetite was quite small compared to the others, so his meal was cheap and quick.

When everyone was finished eating, the man leading the expedition instructed them to gather necessities for the trip. Among other errands, some were sent to the market to get food, others to the armory for weapons, and more in order to procure medicine. Kiel decided to join the group going to the stables. He had never ridden a horse, and was content to make the journey on foot, but always had a fondness for animals. As they set off, he looked over to his group mates to see he was with three women. One was a short elf while the other two were human. He had been introduced to one of the human women as Clive's daughter, Vanessa.

"Hello!" he greeted them cheerfully. "My name's Kiel! I'm looking forward to traveling with you all!"

Before they could make it to the stables though, they were apprehended by crimson-clad warriors who surrounded them with magic ready and weapons drawn. He listened curiously as they named him and his group mates before accusing them a crime he was quite sure he did not commit, and sentencing them to death.

"Oh dear... you must be mistaken..." he assured. "Everything I've done has been lawful... at least as far as I know... Either way, don't Centosians usually allow for a trial before sentencing? I'd like one to prove my innocence, please!" Despite the imminent danger, the light-blue-haired man still had a smile on his face.

Jet Lost Echo